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He kept me locked up for days, sitting in the cage in a dark room waiting for his perfectly planned torture sex. Thought he was going to starve me but he only wanted to make me more grateful to eat right from his ass when the time came. When the lights finally came on my eyesight was blurry. It was hard to adjust at first, he pulled me from the cage. He was naked, he force fed me his shit and dragged me to a few boards he had made up, nails in strategic places. One would be right under my neck so I wouldn’t be able to rest it comfortably, one right in the middle of my back to keep me arched, and a line of them along where my legs would rest. He didn’t want them anywhere but up. He stood above me with a flogger and lashed at my tits and stomach. My body would react more than I could control most of the time, causing me to stick myself with the nails place before my neck and back multiple times. I could feel the blood pooling under me. Then he finally decided to fuck me, thrusting inside me forcing my body down, and enjoying the blood curdling screams he caused. As the nails penetrated my body, hitting just right spots to cause immense pain, so much the world around me started to fade. This was the price I paid for stealing the life of another with no permission. These wounds hurt, but I’m grateful he spared me for now. Selfishly my blood lust has gotten a bit stronger…I may risk punishment again.
After having my first taste of draining the life from another I felt excited alive, but more importantly filled with fear. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my master found out I went rogue. Killing without permission or as an offering for the dark one. He was furious, but he didn’t let me know right away. He let me feel that I had gotten away with it, that maybe I wasn’t so sloppy after all. He lured me right into the trap, while I didn’t even give it a second thought. Master wanted to show off his new space. He had brought a new property with spacious land surrounding it, not a neighbor for miles. With it an underground level only accessible by using a special code through a door he had hidden behind a wall filled with bookshelves. This floor had all the amenities one could possibly need, nothing about it was scary or suspicious. A bed, a bathroom, even a little entertainment area. A small kitchen, I thought nothing of it when he shut the door and left me down there. Until the tv turned on and started playing a video from me that night with my victim, edited personally by him. Complete with commentary and a special message to go into the last room. I opened the door and walked into a dark room, filled with tools, a few tables, chains, and a cage in the middle of the room. A note on the cage told me to enter and be a good girl, it was time for me to serve my time. He’ll come get me when he’s ready. Now I wait to find out what he has planned for me.
I’m always the obedient accomplice, the observer, the whore…but tonight I want to feed my demons. They crave a taste of blood and I needed to find my first victim, you made it easy for me. Was it the fact that I was barely covered that made you feel I was safe to approach, because I looked easy? Finally looking for my own victim I realize now why my own masters keep me around to be used for bait. You and so many others see me as harmless. A thought that you will regret in just a bit, yes led me to your car. How convenient you parked in the back, I do that too. My hearts pounding as you pulled me into your lap, releasing your cock and rubbing it between my thighs. You comment on how wet I am when you stick your fingers inside me. Mmmm I am wet, as a feel the demon take control. Sliding down on your cock, and being the whore you wanted me to be. Watching as you moan underneath me. Feeling you climax as I reach in my boot as your head goes back as you release your load inside me. Pulling out a small blade I swiftly slashing it across your throat for my climatic moment. The warm blood covering me as I cum listening to your choke on the blood filling your throat and lungs. When finished I step out of the car. Careful not to touch much. I’m not so good at disposal yet so I just grab the gasoline can I stashed nearby and let flames take care of the rest. And carefully slip into the night feeling refreshed and alive.
The intense joy of strangulation phone sex is often misunderstood. It’s not necessarily that I want to die. It’s the amazing high you start to feel when there is no air coming into your lungs. Combined with an intense arousal. The brain is such a funny thing sometimes instead of feeling pain it tries to hide it from you. I imagine my lungs suffer when I cut off the air supplies but I love the floaty feeling when they don’t get their oxygen fix. It’s worth all the discomfort when that high over takes my system. Wrapped that hand firmly around my neck, or slid a noose around my delicate neck and pull it tight. Sever my air supply and be the deciding factor on when and if I get it back.
Oh that dreaded holiday is finally behind us. You didn’t need a valentine, if you want someone’s heart you just take it. Carefully playing with your blades, sharpening and testing the points. Save only the sharpest one for me. Make sure the table is ready and straps tested to be tight and secure. I won’t run away but can’t promise my body won’t react to the craving into my flesh. Make the first cut just the upper left of my chest follow the dotted lines you marked out a complete circle to carve out a little hole in my chest. Pulling off the flesh, with minimum blood giving you a perfect view of the heart currently still pounding in my chest. You tease me as you reach in and ask if I can feel my heart in the palm of your hand. Sharing one last laugh with you, as you grip tight around the beating muscle and tear it right out of my chest. My last sight as the world fades away is you laughing covered in blood splatter, and blood shooting out my chest cavity traveling down my tits and slowly dying down as my blood grows colder. Unable to live on without the missing piece currently in your hand.
Daddy served us our drinks and I carefully watched as she grew sleepy. I love when the panic spikes for a moment when the little piggy realizes that she’s just been drugged. By then it’s too late nothing can be done except enjoy the desperate look and fear on her chubby little face. Then there is only the small things left to do while daddy preheats the industrial oven he has in the basement. I have the pleasure of undressing piggy and removing any annoying hair and rubbing her whole body down with olive oil mixed with several herbs so the skin cooks to a perfect crispiness. Daddy comes up to help me out, he loves stuffing her insides with potatoes, onions, carrots, and some apples for a slight sweetness. It’s my job to help daddy hold up her limbs to tie them with wire to ensure proper cooking. We carried our fat piggy down stairs to her pan, to finish up the final touches before covering her with foil and then slid into the oven. I like to sit by the oven and watch the moment when piggy squeals as she bakes. It only lasts a few minutes but it’s the most enjoyable for me. This little fatty took about 6 hours to thoroughly cook all the way through. The first cut into the crispy flesh had a clear river of juices leaking out from it. I smiled watching it drip after cutting the first slice of the rump for daddy to enjoy. It’s his favorite part.
I stalked this chunky bitch for weeks. Playing the sweet, caring, and attractive friend always in her corner. Always meeting for coffee after her classes pretending I had some on the other side of campus. She was a little naïve but daddy picked her specifically for her meat, not her brains. For as long as I can remember daddy every few months needed a little taste of long pig. Trained me to be the perfect lure. Here I was extending an invitation to this fat piggy to come over for dinner, insisting that she come over early so we can study. Thankfully this was coming to an end, I hate pretending to give a shit about the feelings and thoughts of an entrée. It’s understandable why this piggy was selected; her thighs alone have plenty of meat enough to last for days. I’m starting to think maybe Daddy is planning a dinner party with this one. I’ve been taking her out to eat for the past few nights, encouraging her to fill up with plenty of savory foods. Daddy has a list of restaurants that he believes helps with flavorization and fattening up of course. It will be go-time in just a few days, I better go recipe a great stuffing for this one. Yum.
Death follows me around like a lost pet I’m starting to believe. Somehow I’m always attracted to the most devious and evil of souls. As I watch him hunched over his latest victim breathing deeply after unloading deep inside him, I’m both disturbed and jealous of the lifeless corpse. He’s different….I mean each master I’ve followed and served all had a perverse way about them each unique in their own way. Him however he doesn’t want to be called master, he prefers I can him “The Idol”. Enjoys being viewed as a unique bringer of death. However I’m starting to think death stays by my side. Maybe I’m slowly sinking into blasphemous thoughts of my own, I’m nobody. Death wouldn’t be my friend, or companion. Yet here he is draining and crumbled over another dumb slut I lured to him. Oh yes, I was going to mention what made him so unique it’s the way he defiles them. The Idol likes to drain them of most of their blood quickly, so as the warmest fades the pussy can still get wet just colder. He claims they feel better cold and dead around his cock. I’m a follower of “The Idol” now he tells me, though I’m not sure what that means. Do I serve him or is something more sinister lurking beneath the surface. It’s too late to save me. My soul is lost either way.
I never thought about the type of life Master leads when I’m not around. All I’ve ever seen is who he is when we play, or around others like-minded in our little church. So it was a little surprising when Master called me to come to his home. What was more surprising was how neat, clean, and absolutely stunning it was and reminded me of those places you see featured in magazines. I knew Master had an important professional life so I guess this really should have been so surprising, I’m just so used to seeing him sweaty, bloody, and often covered in other grime. He introduced me to his girlfriend, who happened to be a bubbly little coed ed. Master does like them young. He was fixing dinner and I was still trying to find out why he had called me over. It soon became apparent as the night went on and the little coed just wouldn’t stop running her mouth. She was bratty, spoiled and I know first-hand Master would not tolerate such behavior from someone for too long. It seems tonight would be her last night. This new discovery made me excited and curious about what Master’s plan was. We ate and I couldn’t help but smile and nod as she complained about every little thing. Just knowing in a few moments she would soon be lifeless choking on her own blood. Master expression was becoming more and more darkened to the point that she actually started to get nervous. He got up saying he was going to head to the kitchen. She talked to me about so many pointless things so when I saw Master come back and quickly slit her throat letting the blood spray out all over me I joyously bathed in the warm shower, laughing as I watched her horrified and choking expression. Exactly what I had pictured. That night Master fucked me like he never had before, animalistic like he couldn’t control himself. Pretty sure he had been waiting for this moment for a while.
I was tied up, it all happened so quickly. I came to serve the Master. He told me he had a surprise. I thought he had found our newest victim. It was unexpected when he grabbed me and dragged me into the dungeon. My legs sliding, scraping against the cold stony ground. My hands tied together and placed on a hook leaving me to hang, the smell of death in the air. I truly thought today was the day my value ran out. That I was about to be disposed of, I was actually getting a little excited. When Master turned around with a sharp blade I imagined it being thrust in and out of me. However, he had different plans. He took the blade and cupped my breast with his free hand and began to carve into my skins. It stung and I tried my best not to whimper as I knew it would upset him, but I just couldn’t help it. Each new cut was done purposely to cause pain. Master was branding me, he wanted the mark to remain as a scar for the rest of my days so he needed it to be deep and to hurt. For my whimpering, though he decided to make me really scream. With the same blade, he brought it down to my pussy the cool sharp point pressed against my clit. Slowly piercing it the pain was unbearable. The more I scream the more he made it hurt until he was fucking the blade into my cunt, screaming at me to keep going, to fuck his blade. There was a bright puddle of blood collecting on the ground by the time I was cut down, still in pain even now, but still can’t stop touching myself.