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Will this be the end?

Snuff Phone Sex“Please please don’t!” I cried and begged… I didn’t want this to be the end for me. He hit me again, I saw stars and all I could think about was the crime scene the police would find me at, my father acting like he was distraught over my death, all lies. It all started when I decided it would be okay to tell my Daddy no. I knew better, I knew what was going to happen. He’s taught me good and well what I am good for, and that being said I guess I had this coming. I have no one on my side, all his friends use and abuse me as they please. When Daddy told me we would be hanging out with his friends that evening, I should have just listened and put on the slutty outfit provided for me. Instead, I told my Dad I had plans and he had surprisingly acted okay with it – but my only plans were to not get the shit beaten out of me that evening. Thinking I was in the clear I took myself to bed nice and early, even feeling safe enough to only sleep in my panties tonight. Big mistake! I woke up with hands around my throat, I tried to scream and squirm away but there were more hands than I could count holding me down. I tried to gasp for air, and was greeted by the taste of piss in my mouth followed promptly by a giant cock. I could feel myself starting to pass out from lack of air, I was choking like crazy, all my holes were being violated and I could hear my Daddy say in my ear “Were these the plans you were talking about babygirl?” I could hear the anger in his voice and felt him as he punched me over and over. Was this going to be the end for me? Would Daddy be okay with fucking my lifeless body? I hoped he would see some use for me as him and his buddies beat and fucked me till I was covered in blood and cum, too exhausted to beg anymore.

The night I helped Daddy

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I woke up with a start; Daddy had his hand on my mouth and whispered to me not to scream. I obeyed and he pulled me up and told me we were going for a ride. I quickly pulled on some clothes, and followed Daddy out to the car and I guess I was going a little slow for Daddy because he smacked me real hard in the back of my head so I quickened my pace. I made sure to keep my mouth shut and let Daddy explain what was going on. We drove for a while, we were out in the middle of nowhere and I was really starting to get worried about what Daddy planned to do to me. Suddenly Daddy said we would be arriving soon, and I saw an old barn in the distance. It appeared to be abandoned but I knew better. “Now you do everything I tell you to do or you’ll end up worse than this girl.” He warned me as we pulled up. I nodded my head and followed him into the barn. There tied up with a rag stuffed in her mouth and a blindfold on her face was this girl…she was covered in dried up blood and cum and she lay there motionless. Daddy walked right up to her and kicked her waking her up with a muffled scream. She could barely move and I saw the sly look on Daddy’s face as he ripped off her blindfold telling us she won’t need it anymore because she won’t be living to tell anyone about us. Daddy ordered me to do all types of horrible things to this girl, from fucking her with a knife to making me hold her head firm as he fucked her mouth with his bloody cock. I knew this wasn’t going to end well, and I was right. Soon Daddy was bored and in the blink of an eye her life was over and Daddy turned to me to make me his next victim… I just remember thinking to myself that I hoped Daddy wouldn’t snuff me out too.

The Good O’l Days

bloody phone sex kaliI remember when I was a little girl, and my daddy came into my room to play. To wake me up he squeezed my tiny little nipples ‘til they were purple. I remember feeling that it hurt so, so good!! He started kissing my neck ‘til he got all the way down to my sweet tight pussy. He would lick my pussy lips and suck so hard it hurt. Then he’d get those strong teeth and bite my little clit ‘til I bled. He kept saying….”You’re my fucking slut and don’t you ever forget it” and then he would flip me around, and shove his huge cock right into my asshole. My asshole was so tight he’d rip the rim every time. He’d fuck my tight little ass harder and harder, and then shove it right up my dripping wet pussy. I loved when he would cover my mouth with one hand while choking the life outta me with other all while ramming his big thick cock into my pussy. I couldn’t dare say or word or else I’d get punished. Mmmm….. Those were the times!!! I need a daddy to remind me how much of a dirty cunt I am.

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I had a pregnant friend. Her name was Stephanie. She had long silver hair and she was married to a guy named Jonathan. They’d been trying for years and years to have a little rugrat of their own. And when she did, gosh we were so excited! We went out to the mall and got our shop on. We bought the little angel some toys and some gender neutral clothes. We talked to the glob of cells like it was already human. We were laughing on our way to the car, and when we got in, something felt odd. Suddenly there was a voice from the backseat. “You will go where I say” it growled “or I will put a bullet in your head so fast God won’t know what hit ya” Steph nodded from the driver’s seat. He had a gun and was pointing it back and forth between the two of us. I pissed myself. He made her drive to a  seemingly normal house and pull into the driveway. He got out of the car. “No screaming. No funny business. Walk to the front door. Walk in. Don’t say a word” We did as we were told and we entered the house. It smelled like cat piss and rotten meat and was decorated with very realistic looking skulls. He led us to a filthy garage. “Lie over that workbench, on your back” he told Steph. She did as he told her, without hesitation. The fear in her eyes was so awful that I threw up, and the man laughed “This is just beginning, little darlin” he handed me a hammer and a nail. “You take her hand. Drive it into that bench” He held the gun to my chest and I started to cry. “She’s my best friend” He cocked the hammer of the pistol and lifted it to my chin. “I’ll drive the first one, you drive the second” He gingerly placed the gun down, hammer still cocked, and gently placed the nail in the center of Steph’s hand. He swung up a big hammer and drove the nail all the way through her hand and onto the board in one swift motion. She screamed and he slapped her across the face. He handed me the big hammer and another nail. “Your turn” I mouthed “sorry” to her as I drove the huge nail into her palm. I was not as strong as the man, and it took me 3 swings. He took the hammer from me “nice job” He took a dirty, rusty chisel and sharpened it against a stone. He pulled her shirt up and handed me the tool. “Cut it out” he commanded. Steph screamed, a deathly, animal, gutteral scream, and started begging him. “Anything. Take my house, all my money, my cars. You can have everything, just don’t take my…” he slapped her hard across the jaw. “Fuck you.” He looked at me. “Do it. Now. I’ll start it for you” He took the edge of the chisel and jammed it into her pubic bone. Steph, thankfully, passed out, whether of pain or shock I’m not sure. Blood started gushing out of her and he handed me the bloodied handle. “Now. Take it out” I started taking the chisel out and he slapped my face. “Not that, dumbshit. I have a cannibalism phone sex fetish I want to play out” Take. It. Out” I started to stammer “She’s…I…they’ve been trying to…” “Look sweetcheeks. I don’t have time for this. I”ve gotta work in an hour. You cut that monster out or I will slaughter both of you”

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And I did. I sliced my friend’s womb open and took the wriggling, beating little monster out of it. I handed it to the man; I remember how filthy his hands were, with grease and blood and who knows what else, He made me slice her throat and stay until she bled out, and then he sent me on my way. I was numb for about two weeks, and I finally managed to find the energy to go out to eat. Fuck it, I just lost my best friend, why not my money, too? I made a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. I got there and a waiter came up after I’d been seated. “We’ve been waiting for you. The chef has a special meal for you. It’s on the house, madame” The chef came out. It was the man from the mall. He handed me a plate.

“steak tartare for the lady.”

He winked at me.

It didn’t taste like steak.

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 I had it rough growing up. My mother was very religious and my father was a drug addict. My mother was forever convincing my father to go to church, to find God, and he’d come around, until Sunday came, and then he’d throw a fucking fit and my mother would end up going to church with long sleeves and sunglasses. Everyone knew, but he was the man of the house, so either no one spoke up or no one cared. I’m pretty sure it was the latter. My father beat me  often. My mom never believed me until the time she walked in. My daddy was humping my face and his friend was fucking my cunny. My mother took a frying pan and smashed both of their heads in. She left their limp bodies on my bed, threw me over her shoulder, and put me in the truck. She drove all night to her brother’s house, where I climbed into the nearest bed, my eyes sewing themselves shut and my body aching for rest and sleep. And there I had the strangest dream.

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My father killed me, which wasn’t very surprising, and I went falling through nothingness and I fell into Hell. I was tied up, whipped and fucked by the devil Himself for eternity. I was just a dirty cum dumpster for every man that landed there. I was routinely beaten and slapped and choked out and that was my life. Forever. Satan’s dick was really, really hot. Excruciatingly so. I awoke from the dream when I realized the pain was not in my dream, but in real life. My cousin, 2 years my junior, had tied me to his bed and was fucking me with a plugged in curling iron. I realized what was happening and he stuffed his limp little cock in my mouth and pissed down my throat, continuing to fuck me with the curling iron. My pussy felt like it was melting shut and in fact, still bears scars from that night. I wasn’t sure whether I’d rather be taken advantage of by my Daddy or my cousin, but it didn’t really matter. Psalms 9:9 states The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. and Psalm 9:9 is bullshit. I’m just a little pain slut, and I deserve everything I have coming to me. Is it your turn?Blasphemy Phone Sex

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I wake up so drunk. So fucking drunk right now. And something’s in my ass. Oh my God it burns. I turn my head and vomit profusely. It consists of spunk and tequila. What the fuck is going on. I’m so drunk that turning my head was a lot of work, I don’t think I could move my arm to check what’s in my ass. I hear a low growl from a chubby man who apparently was reading my mind “It’s a liquor bottle, sweety. You took about three shots worth of whiskey in your asshole. Absorbs into the mucus membranes, gets ya fucked faster. And oh boy, did you get fucked. what, 5 men? I don’t fuckin know, how would you?” He laughs at his own joke and saunters away, mumbling “5 men at least. Me…Rico…Tony…Mario…Chester…eh maybe more than five”

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He returns with a bedpan, a rubber tube and a mug. “Cold coffee, babe.” he says, lifting the mug “We picked ya, knocked ya out. Got you drunker than a skunk and had our way with you. The others humped and dumped, but me? I’m a worrier. I don’t want you dying of alcohol poisoning or no shit like that. Little tug, babe.” He hawks a fat loogie and spits it towards my asshole and expertly removes the bottle. “Thank you” I mutter, my words slurred and my eyelids heavy. I vomit again. He replaces the bottle with the rubber tube, which he holds up high. “Coffee enema” he says matter of factly. “Take a little poison outta your system” He pours the coffee into the tube slowly. It hits my rectum and it felt cool and relieving. I feel the urge to shit. A lot. I don’t have the energy to speak so I groan “Let it out babe” he urges, removing the tube and putting a bedpan under me. As if on cue I empty my bowels. It comes hard and fast, stinking like an Irish pub. I’ve never shit so much in my life. It comes in powerful bursts, splashing and staining the sides of the bedpan. I’m so humiliated that I’m actually dripping from my pussy, too. I look over and to my surprise, the man who saved me is stroking his dick. It’s a short fat little thing, cut tight and you can tell he’s rough on it, it’s covered in scratches and friction marks. He’s watching my ass explode and stroking his fat little chode. “Fuckin a’ right’ he mutters. “Let it out, baby. Ohhh, yeah. Yesss, that’s the ticket.” “There’s…there’s no more” I mutter. He closes in, putting the bedpan on the ground. “I should clean you up.” He looks at me. “I’m going to let you go, sweety. But first, I’m going to clean you up while you suck me off” He climbs on top of me, dick right in my face. I dutifully put it in my mouth. I’m so drunk I can’t do much, but I suck and swirl my tongue. He bends over and inhales, groaning. “Ohhh yeah” He burys his face in my ass, lapping up my feces. I gag on his fat dick at the thought, and it makes him hungrier. He licks everything from my crack and starts sucking on my asshole. He fucks my face and I heave, his weight bearing down on my slender body. I am trying so hard not to, but I release, and I spray his face with coffee, whiskey & jizz filled shit. He cums in my mouth, giving me much more than I expected from his tiny little rod. He gets off me, his face covered with chunks of scat. “You should be safe, little one” he says, his shitty mustache rising and falling with every word. “I’ll call you a cab and help you out” He helps me out, and makes a short call on his cellphone. He hands me a folded wad of cash, a ten on the top. “Well,” he says as the taxi arrives “have a good morning” I get in the cab, and he returns to the house. I give the cab driver my address, handing him the ten dollar bill. I open the wad to discover $800. Holy fuck! It’s not the stimulating humiliation I’m used to, but for the right amount of money, anyone can lick my filthy asshole.

Whatever You’ve Got

torture sex kaliI was minding my own business on campus a couple days ago. My phone rang and “DADDY” flashed across the screen. “Hi Daddy!” I answered “Hi Princess” he said. He actually sounded sober. “How’s about me and you grab some lunch, a Daddy daughter date?” “I’ve got 40 minutes til my next class” “Sounds perfect. Meet me out front in 6” Sure enough, six minutes later on the dot, Daddy pulled up in his work truck. “Subway okay?” “Sounds great Daddy!” We stopped and went in. Daddy ordered some manly sandwich and I ordered an oven roasted chicken breast with all the vegetables besides jalapenos. I started to order my usual Diet Coke but my dad reached his hand out “Just water for the little lady, please” Weird. Oh well. We ate our meal and caught up. I looked at my phone. “We’ve gotta get back, dad” “Oh, alright” We jumped in the truck and he drove…past the school….to his construction site. Fuck fuck fuck not again. We got out and his buddies rushed me, showering me with kisses and compliments. I acted flattered but was really truly terrified. As I dutifully flirted with the men, I saw one out of the corner of my eye coming up next to me. I felt an agonizing pain in the side of my head and promptly passed out. When I woke up, it was dark. I was in the bed of a truck, and I hurt. Oh my god I hurt so much. My cunny burned, like I’d been fucked hard, and my side ached so much. I put a hand to my side, right above my hip, and raised my hand to my face. Spunk and blood, mixed together in a strawberry cream pie…but why was it coming from there?? I succumbed to the pain again and passed out. I awoke to a man lifting me up and throwing me effortlessly over his shoulder. I smelled Daddy’s familiar scent and asked what was going on, why was there so much blood, why does it hurt so much? He gently laid me down in bed and covered me up. “Daddy and John have a gambling problem, hun” “I know that, Dad. But what…” he nodded to his truck, which we could see from my bedroom window. It was backed up to the window with the tailgate down for ease of getting me out, and it was then that I noticed the cooler. “Good price for human kidneys, Kali” My jaw dropped. “But this wound, daddy. So much…” he laughed “All the men on my crew, their wives are snooty bitches. Don’t put out but for 2 days a year. None of them can resist a good hole when they see it”

Lunch At The Food Court

torture sex kaliThese things always seem to happen to me, I swear. I was at the mall last night and I stopped to grab a bite to eat. A man brushed past me in line at the Chinese place and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Something odd about this guy, I thought, but I shooed the thoughts away and sat down to my meal. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see who it was. Suddenly there was an arm around my neck and the tip of a knife in my back. The man from the food line bent over and whispered “Don’t yell, don’t speak, don’t even look at anyone funny. Come with me quietly or I will slice your fucking throat” I dropped my roll and stood up. He took me by the wrist and led me silently to the family restroom. He threw me in and shut the door behind him. He closed in on me, knife to my throat. “Listen closely” he growled. “You are to do EVERY Goddamn thing I say” He pulled out a syringe, filled to the brim, and a wide strip of elastic. He tied my arm up and tapped my forearm with the cold blade. He stuck the needle in my arm and ever so slowly injected it into my warm vein. He started to use the knife to slice off my top. I was getting drowsy, but the cool metal blade felt so great against my rapidly warming skin. “Oh my…what…what did you…fuck…” I was slurring my words and he used the knife to shush me. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something better?” he purred, revealing his tiny flaccid dick. He pushed me onto the floor and guided my head to his cock. It was dirty, bitter. I didn’t care. I felt so good. So…tired. I felt a warm salty taste in my mouth and realized he was pissing. “Drink up, buttercup” I swallowed every last drop and he called me a good girl. I slumped into the ground, succumbing to the mysterious drug. I recall bits… I was being fucked. Being cut. He was lapping at the blood. I woke up cold and used on the bathroom floor after the goddamn janitor found me and had a go at my unconscious bloody asshole. I’m such a goddamn useless slut. I deserved that. All of it. I deserve whatever you want to do to me, too

Blood Doctrine Part One

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I remember being pulled out of my room, I couldn’t see anything, it was so dark, I woke up to hands around my arms, I thought it was a dream, they were gentle, it was surreal. How was I supposed to know that in the darkness of my safe home five people were very gently taking me into their hands all at once, scooping me up and lifting me. I didn’t realize it until we descended the stairs and went to the driveway of my home. I don’t remember being scared, I was too tired, I thought it was some fucked up joke my dad and his friends were playing on me.
It wasn’t them though, when my eyes were fully open, I was sitting in the back of a dimly lit van, there were other girls in there, the ones that carried me, and a few boys, but I wasn’t use to seeing girls.
“We saw you,” one said, brushing my hair from my eyes, “through your window, yesterday night…”
One of the guys, much more firm in tone, unlike the girl’s airy voice said, “they just sorta knew you were our number six,” then he smiled at me, turning back to the face the front of the car after having backed up.
“Right… for what?” I asked, but one of the girls was already unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off of me slowly, stripping me.
I wasn’t resistant, being stripped was something I was use to, she seemed pleased by this, but I was not use to being reclothed, and when she draped a cloak, over my shoulders, I was shocked. The people in the back quickly did the same, stripping and pulling on cloaks.
I could see a house, we were pulling up to someone’s house, the lights were still on, two cars in the driveway. Where were they taking me?
“What’s your name?” A young blonde girl asked me as she slipped out of her panties.
“Kali, my name is Kali.”
“I’m Debby, you can call me Debs, everyone does.”
Then, one by one, the five strangers added names to each of their faces as they cloaked themselves.
We left the van, they were telling me I was going to join them, this was like an initiation, they all went through it at least once, and I would be stronger if I made it out of it fine.
If?
I decided not to question, and I realized there was a knife in the pocket of my cloak, and Adam, he was loading a gun.
When James came back around from the other side of the house, he had blood on his face, and his hands, “Someone was outside, you guys, but they left the back unlocked, we gotta do this quick, ok?”
I didn’t know what to do, I’d never hurt anyone, why were they doing this, who were they, what kind of group was this. My mind flooded with questions that seemed to come with no reply, so I stood there, stiff and awkward, my chest rising and falling a little more quickly as Sophia took my hand and lead me down the path to the back yard in which we would make our entrance into the house.
That’s when I saw the corpse, neck slit, stab wounds to the head, bubbled blood pouring past his lips.
I felt sick.
I felt…..
Nora leaned down, looking the man in the face, handing me her knife and whispering “hold on a second, a necklace slipping from her robe, I hadn’t noticed it until now, but it was decorated in human teeth, why could I only see them now? In the car I was so dazed, I thought they were shells.
But there she was, bending down and placing a foot on the corpse’s head, fingers firmly placed on one of his front teeth only to give a rough yank, enough to slip it from the bloody maw with a cruel snap. 
She looked pleased…
I, without much pride left, vomited in the bushes. 
Then they pulled me inside… 

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Dreaming or Scheming

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It was dark, and I could hear footsteps outside of my door, assuming it was my dad, or some of his friends, I went to turn the lights on and pull my top off. May as well just get ready for the fucking that normally happens. I stopped in my tracks as I glanced around, taking notice rather quickly that something about my room was very off. My bed was at center, no sheets, one pillow, metal frame, the room itself, was barren, all except for what looked to be a man sitting slumped in the corner.
“Hey!” I called out, going to grab his shoulder, to see if he was ok. He didn’t move, so I tried to pull him back, “You drunk or some-”.
I was cut off by the shock that caught in my throat, he fell backwards, the entire front of his body covered in blood, a chunk missing out of his throat, parts of his arms ripped apart.
I wasn’t sure how to feel, something about it didn’t seem real, like I couldn’t put together that there was actually a dead person in my very empty bedroom! I went to the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge, so the window was my next option. That’s when I got a look at my reflection.
He wasn’t the only bloody one.
It was all over my face, smeared and dried on my cheeks and lips.
I stumbled back, going to the door again, pounding on it, screaming for my daddy to let me out, but the door swung open, knocking me back.
The guy that came in was one of my dad’s work friends, Rick was his name, he towered over me, and when he grabbed my face with those big gruff hands of his something so strange happened, I didn’t go limp or cry like normal, I stood when he pulled me up, and as he started to take his massive cock out, I kissed his neck.
He seemed pretty happy about that for a few moments, grabbing my panties and yanking them off of me. I shoved him to the bed and for some reason… I felt so strong, because he just fell back onto his ass.
I straddled him, my fingers going to my already slick cunt as I pressed down on the cock, being filled up by him immediately as he grabbed my hips and yanked me down. I rode him like that cock was carved out for me by the gods. I don’t know how many times I came, but when he started slapping me around, I grabbed his hands with my sudden brute strength, holding them at his sides as I went from kissing him to biting him.
I remember it being his lips first, the way my teeth went through them so smoothly, I could taste his blood, and his pain. Something about the feeling was breathtaking.
He was trying to get me off of him by then, but there was no way I was giving up a good cock in my cunny just because of a little… split lip.
I kept fucking that dick, kissing and biting more at his face until the feeling of pumping blood from his neck called to me, and rather than spitting out the chunk of flesh that time, I swallowed.
That’s when I realized how hungry I was.
I kept eating him, even after I finished fucking him, I ripped his skin apart, throat torn the last few raspy breaths of his life stuck in my head like a song on repeat.
Ever bite I took, it still felt like I wanted more.
Then the door opened again.
It was time to see who was next.
That was, of course, until I woke up.
God, I was so hungry when I woke up.