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bloody phone sexWhere am I? What’s happening? I was walking home, that’s the last thing I remember. Then blackness. I can’t see anything, it feels like there’s a cloth over my eyes. I can taste old engine oil, it makes my stomach pitch and roll. I try with my tongue, but I can’t spit it out of my mouth.  My hands and ankles are tied. The floor is cold, and hard. I’m naked. So cold, so very cold. I strain my ears, but all I can hear is my ears ringing. Oh my god, my head hurts. Something warm and wet is running down my face. Blood? I don’t know. Ringing, throbbing, confused, scared… Someone grabs my arm and my leg, lifting me quickly, seemingly with out effort. I’m dropped onto something softer, blankets I think. Not a bed, there’s no give. My blindfold is untied. I can barely see, though now I know it is blood running down from my head over my face and body. Oh god, no. It’s you. Why are you here? What’s going to happen to me? You grin at me, and evil, menacing grimace. My heart shudders. You place an open gag in my mouth, and, wrenching my head back by my hair, shove your cock into my throat. You’re too big, but you make it fit anyway. I can’t breathe, I’m gagging and choking. I throw up in my throat, but your dick is blocking everything. Finally, you pull back, I gasp for air, and you slam into me again, and again, face fucking me hard. It feels like you’re going to cum, but you pull out and piss all over my face, mingling the pungent liquid with my own blood. You throw me over, and pound the fuck out of my cunt and pussy. Your dick is so big, I’m sure my holes are bleeding now, leaking it out with your cum. You get up, wordlessly, and leave the room. I can’t move, everything hurts so much. You come back in, holding a few things that make my blood run cold. A baseball bat, a rolling pin, and a road cone.

What are you going to do with those?

Bloody rave

Evil phone sexWhat a party!

I followed my friend to this dark alley, and when I saw the sign above the door being to a butcher’s place, I thought she was fucking with me. But I followed here anyway, through the old door, past the bloody tables and instruments, into the walk in freezer. “What the fuck, Jen?” I was getting suspicious. “Oh shut the fuck up, bitch we’re almost there!” She replies, and pushes open a hidden part of the wall. This leads us down a short, dark staircase. Immediately, my eyes stung adjusting to the flashing colored laser lights and blaring music. There was some sexy, death growling metal playing and the room was packed full of sexy hardbodies raving out. Soon, my friend has disappeared, and I could fucking care less. I’m dancing with this gorgeous guy who’s had his fingers in my pussy for a few minutes now, while I ground my barely covered, perfect ass into the from of his baggy, (well, they WERE baggy) black-with-chains pants. My pussy is so fucking horny, I need more. I grab his hand and walk him to the side of the room, lean in to his ear so he can hear me yell “Fuck me. hard. now.”

I didn’t need to ask twice. He pulls me against the wall, in a darker corner. He’s kissing me hard, drawing blood from my lip. His had viciously exploring my body, griping, raking scratches in my hot flesh with his unusually sharp nails. My cunt is flowing from the ecstasy I took and the excitement of fucking a total stranger in a room full of people. Soon, my excitement turned worrisome. His other hand came out from behind his waistband, holding a smaller hunting knife. My eyes grew big, taking in the sight of the blade, which reflected my scared face in the metal of it.   He slid it up the front of me, slicing my outfit off, leaving a long scratch from my cunt mound, to behind my ear. He uses the impossibly sharp blade to draw some sort of a symbol over my right breast, slides the blade back into it’s sheath at his back. He frees his rock hard cock, and pins me to the wall with his weight. He whispers in my ear “you’re my fucking whore now, little mouse.” and slams his cock into my tight cunt, making me explode with a hard, squirting orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast. I felt warm, wetness suddenly start pouring over me. I open my eyes over his shoulder. The fire sprinklers have turned on. But they’re not spraying water. Fuck, I think it’s blood!

Before I can find my fear, he sinks his teeth into the curve where my neck and shoulder join. He bites in deep. I scream uselessly into the noise. He’s got me completely helpless, his body pinning me down, his cock and teeth pressed into me, holding me. He’s fucking me like a wild, possessive animal in the bloody shower.

Everything starts going black…

Master’s disposable toy

Murder phone sex fantasiesAs I prepared our most recent victims remains for dinner, dancing around the kitchen naked and bloody from head to toe, mistress perches on a counter, lazily watching me with those terrible, dangerous eyes. She informs me we have a guest for dinner, and dessert. Her own master has arrived. I pause, what horrible creature could be so powerful, so much more murderous as to be HER master? Then the thought occurred to me, I hadn’t made anything for dessert. She tells me it’s already been handled, and not to worry. That his coming was a very special occasion. I go back to rubbing salt and thyme into the chunks of pink flesh I had rinsed the blood from earlier. But my heart still beat.

Suddenly I’m waking up. I don’t remember falling asleep. My body is moving, back and fourth on a table of some sort. There’s something in my throat. I can’t breathe. But why doesn’t it hurt? I can’t see very well. My eyes aren’t all the way open.

Oh, God help me! He’s on me. It’s gotta be him. He looks like they say demons do. Beautiful, big, dangerous. He’s thrusting in…in…oh fuck! his dick is in my throat. But not from my mouth, from my chest! I’m cut open, and he is fucking my throat from the bottom up. Mistress is holding my esophagus, helping to jerk his dick off in the back of my mouth. WHY DOESSN’T IT HURT?! My heart is poun… wait, no it’s not pounding…. then it occurs to me. It doesn’t hurt, because I’m dead. I was fucking dessert. They are using my mangled, empty corpse to fuck. I’m covered in pussy juice, cum, blood, and pieces of myself.

But it doesn’t matter…. not anymore…

The next victim

cannibalism phone sex I’m hunting, and she’s waiting. I see the bitch I was looking for, she’s walking out of the building. She’s by her car, digging for something in her purse. Then I’m there. Tattered clothes, begging for help. She’s concerned.Here, “I can call you an ambulance, or something” she stammers, and turns to grab her purse again. I hit her with chloroform, wrapping all my extremities around her, holding the rag to her face. Her world goes black.

She starts to come to in our chamber, I’m preparing her.

Thinking she might have a chance she struggled, trying to get free. As she was struggling, trying to loosen the bindings cutting into her skin she heard the clicking.

I have her attached to an engine hoist for her arms, and her ankles directly to metal loops in the cement.

Mistress has arrived. She carries a platter, piled with sharp utensils, spreaders, saws.

First she slit her throat, allowing her to bleed out, and started taking her apart from the middle out. Slowly, delicately, almost lovingly she removed each precise piece.

One breast at a time, each ass cheek, long strips of her flanks. And so on, until the platter was piled high with bloody meat chunks and bits. Her sexy body nude, covered in blood, meticulous. I began rubbing my pussy, watching her gut this fucking bitch. She turns to beckon me, and smiles at my finger fucking.

She lays me down in the hot, liquid, bloody pile and fucks my cunt with her bloody fist.

That’s one way to work up an appetite before dinner…

Continuing the nightmare

Mutilation phone sexShaking, terrified, piss dripping down my legs I stayed crouched painfully in place. Too scared to go to her, too scared not to. But something drew me, pulling at me from within my core. Seemingly against my will I slowly rose and stumbled towards her.
She reached her bloodied hand out to me, smearing my face as she cupped my jaw and wrapped her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. She pressed her lips to my quivering mouth. She forced her tongue between my teeth, licking them, pressing forward. I opened my mouth to her explorations. I hated myself for how wet my pussy instantly became. The heady flavor of her tongue mixing with the hot iron of the bastard’s blood set a fire pit in my belly which spread to every inch of my body. My nipples drew into hard peaks, threatening to rip themselves from my body. Her other hand cupped one breast, hot and liquid covered, she caressed me. Why? Why do I want this so badly?
She released me, stepped down from the mangled corpse I had all but forgotten she crouched over. Undressing me to my panties, she lifts my small frame with unexpected ease, setting me on what would have been my captor’s lap.
She picked up entrails from where she’d tossed them to the floor, and tied my hands with them to each of the corpse’s legs. leaning me back between his feet.
“Don’t you move, little one.” She ordered.
Prying the remains of his dick from it’s holding place of his mangled jaws, she slid my panties to the side. Sticking her finger inside the mangled cock like a puppet, she then began sucking my clit into her hot mouth. Colors burst behind my eyes as I began to orgasm. She Shoved the meat puppet into my pulsing pussy, and I came. Over, and over I squirt over her hands.
I came as I’ve never came before.

Her bloody, pussy juiced face rose between my knees.

“You’re mine, now.”

Bloody fucking nightmare

bloody phone sex

The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?

Bloody playtime

snuff phone sexYou smile when you come in and see the present I caught you, all curled up and whimpering in her nasty little cage. I don’t know why she bothers, no one can hear her fucking pathetic little cries here, anyway.

I know I’m your favorite little whore, but I wanted to bring you something special tonight, something tiny. You tell me you want to watch, so I open the cage and drag her little cunt ass out. She’s so small, it’s easy, even for me. I already had everything set up, and decked out with all your favorite sharp, shiny toys. I fasten her to the cold, metal table. She’s thrashing, but a hard slap to her face fixes that.The look of terror in her wide eyes, making my lips drip,

I can feel my cunt ooze, feeling your eyes upon me, getting your hard cock off on what I’m about to do.
I start slicing the little twat apart, one piece at a time. Rubbing her hot blood all over my tits and horny pussy. I lick her tears from her face, and whisper in her ear, “they’re never going to see you again, you little fucking slut.”

Just wait and see what happens next!

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Nightmare Fucking Reunion

snuff phone sexOh god no, not another nightmare fucking reunion! I beg my step parents not to make me go, but they simply replied with “you have to, you’re the main attraction!” My stomach flip-flops. I know I have to do as I’m told. I shudder to think of the consequences were I to disobey.

My step mom lays out what I’m supposed to wear. Simple white cotton panties, and a thin, soft cotton bra. Over that goes their favorite, my cheerleader uniform.
They don’t care that the skimpy clothes don’t cover most of the marks from the last time they “shared” me. My poor little cunny and ass are still sore from being destroyed by dick after dick, among other objects. Have I mentioned I now hate mason jars?
As the party unfolds, I’m led in the room full of what would be called my aunts, uncles and cousins of all ages. They are the wolves, and I’m the little slut calf. Over and over again I get huge cocks choking me, massive dicks pounding my little ass, dripping wet pussies covering my face. My small frame is bent and twisted in every direction for their using until I’m a cum soaked, bloody mess.
But it’s not over.
What’s going to happen to me now?

Daddy’s punishment

taboo phone sex *SMACK* another blow of his palm strikes my face, stinging my flesh. “You have a serious problem following instructions, don’t you, whore?!” I try to speak, but all I manage is a strangled gurgle when he yanks on my leash, making me fall to my face while he drags me across the room.

The concrete is so cold and rough, raking skin off of my face, my lips, my tits, and my knees. Little droplets of blood start forming all over the front of me on my milky, pale skin. “Now get our face in that fucking corner!” he orders. Turning painfully, I face the corner, bending low on my palms. He uses his foot to push my face to the floor. “I said ALL the way into the corner, slut!” I want to cry, but I’m not ready to, not yet. “Now grab those ass cheeks, and show me that nasty poop hole.” I do as I’m told, spreading them nice and wide. My little snatch is already dripping.

“You know you’re my nasty little cunt, don’t you?” here come the tears, “Yes, sir.” I reply. “And you know you upset me, don’t you?” I nod and squeak out “Yes, sir.” He growls under his breath, “Then you know why you’re getting punished.” I close my eyes against the dripping blood, trying to brace myself for whatever was about to come. Suddenly a searing pain tears open my tiny little asshole, filling my completely as he rams his fist into me, twisting and turning. A scream threatens to escape my throat, but I suppress it, and in a trembling voice I manage to say, “Thank you, daddy.”

What do you think my next punishment should be?

Survival

taboo phone sex I lay out everything we need on the coffee table, making sure there will be no delay when he arrives. I followed every instruction The note I was left said to. I get naked, and kneel, naked, on the floor between one end of the coffee table and the couch, and I wait. He’s coming up the hallway, I can hear him. The door opens. He’s tall, and his eyes aren’t just colored dark, but look dark. As ordered, I don’t speak. He locks the door behind him. He looks me over, feels the weight of each of my tits, opens my mouth, and sits down. Whipping his cock out, he orders me to move between his knees. He gets what he needs together from the table. “start sucking my junk, whore, I want to be in your throat when this hits.” I do exactly as I’m told. His cock is so dirty, and sweaty. Just how I like them. So I start going to town, cleaning every inch, and sucking him in deep when his meat springs to life. If I’m a good girl, maybe he’ll let me live when he’s done with me.