Most commented posts

  1. Pain Whore at Your Service — 10 comments
  2. Snuff Porn Whore — 8 comments
  3. Torture phone sex with Stephanie — 3 comments
  4. Babysitter phone sex with Stephanie — 2 comments
  5. Evil phone sex with Stephanie — 2 comments

Author's posts

Bloody Moon

Tonight is the blood moon, and I have been waiting for this night forever. We get married tonight and you take my womanhood the way only you can. I have seen your bloody brides in the past, and I cannot wait to finally get what is mine. Obviously a fuck slave like me lost her virginity a long time ago and I have been fucked with every tool in your dungeon. But Tonight you will take my uterus, and we shall eat it together to signify our forever union.

You slice my stomach from navel to clit, and drain the blood into two cups, one for each of us to drink to symbolize my final passage. I am a worthless piece of garbage, and tonight is the only night you will ever let me feel anything but hatred from you. I suck your cock as you prepare to make the horizontal cut on my waist. The knife is sharp, for once, as tonight it is not only about the pain, but the sacrifice of my wicked and evil uterus.

You cum on my face as you insert your hands inside me. There is blood everywhere and my white gown is now red with blood. The other slaves watch and wish that they were your blushing bride tonight. You grab my uterus and hold it above my bleeding body. You take the nice and make one final slice to free me of everything that makes me a woman. The cut feels like fire and I cum on the table, mixing it with my own blood.

You prop me up and I watch as you slice it like a filet. One piece for me, and one piece for you. I take my slice of the organ and you take yours and we wind our arms around each others’. I feed you the blood and gore dripping from my fingertips, and you feed me the same way. My blood tastes like copper and sweet evil and I am so happy to finally be rid of my womanhood. We gorge on the pieces you have sliced and throw what remains for the slut slaves for them to taste. They eat it hungrily, and I know they are jealous of my night.

Then you spread my legs and begin fucking my pussy, and I can see your cock going in and out of me through the hole you created where my awful womb used to be. I stroke the top of your cock with my hand and its magical.

Blizzard Hunt

 

I am frozen, but not with fear. Its the first snow of the year and that means you and your buddies have your first hunt of the year. I am kneeling behind a log, naked and freezing as the blizzard comes down and covers my ice cold body. I look behind me at my bloody tracks. I will never escape you or your friends by leaving a trailof blood behind. One of them got me with an arrow about an hour ago. It didn’t kill me, but it may as well have. It will be the key to you finding me.

I try to rub snow on my bleeding leg, and hold it there tightly to get the clood to stop. I hear your voices laughing off in the distance. My heart races just like a wild animal. Thats all I am tongith anyway, all I have ever been to you. You keep us all caged up and fed so that we can be hunted through these acres of woods. The first girl to go down becomes dinner, the rest of us left to freeze to death in the night. I would rather freeze than know that I made your evil stomach warm with my flesh.

I have to keep running. I hear your voices getting closer. You might have found my blood trail. I look down and my nipples are black from frostbite. I touch them but there is no feeling, its like they aren’t even there. I get up from behind the log and WHOOOOSH! An arrow zips past my head and into the three next to me. You have found me and you intend to make me your first kill.  I stumble forward, pissing down my legs as the piss turns to ice before even hitting the ground. Another arrow hits me in the back of the arm and I see it bloody point sticking through.

Another arrow hits me like fire right in the middle of my back and I go down. I hear you hooting and whistling and the men are cheering. Arrow after arrow is being fired at me now as I lay dying in the snow. Then you are there, above me, and you reach down and pluck one of my black nipples right off. It comes off like a chunk of coal and you crumble it in your hand. Your friends catch up and I embrace the cold ground. Things go blurry, and I am so thankful for my miserable life to be over. 

 

Let me Go

You told me today was my day. You said you had finally sold me, and that the men had arrived. They had  paid for me, and now they get their time with me. You told me I was to behave as sexy as I could, and then they will snuff me. You left me alone with them. They wore masks, so i was sure I would finally get out of this hell. I would finally get the life drained out of my pathetic fucking life. I would never have to see your face again.

But once you left the room they  stripped down and I saw that I would have two raging cocks to take down before I got my life drained. One more fuck. One more molestation of my body before I get to leave this fucking planet. I wonder to myself if they paid for this part, but who gives a fuck, right? They grabbed me and lifted me in the air by my hair and throat. I struggled, but they were young and strong. One pryed my mouth open and shoved his hard cock in. I sucked how you had taught me as they slapped me in the face and the nipples.

They hoisted me into the air and one penetrated my ass while the other one tore into my pussy. And finally, I saw the knife. One of them held it to my throat as they fucked both my holes. I stopped fighting and laid my head back, begging him to cut my throat. I told them I was a dirty worthless whore and to take me out. They both laughed and just teased me with the knife. One grabbed one of my nipples and the other sliced it right off. The searing pain shot through me, and I could feel my hot blood running down my stomach.

But this wasnt enough. You have beld me so many times, I needed them to cut my throat. I exposed my throat again and started calling them pussies – telling them to kill me now – but they just kept fucking me and pricking my body with the knife. I started crying when I realized they hadn’t paid to snuff me. They had paid to see some blood. They both came, and dropped my bleeding body to the floor and kicked me a few times. I begged them once last time to take my pathetic life, but they just left the room. I watched as my only hope walked out.  Why won’t you let me go, Master? 

My Parents Turn To Die

I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming downstairs. I looked at the clock and it was 3 AM. What the hell was going on? I snuck out of my room and went to the top of the stairs and peered down. I saw my father tied up, his face bloodied, and laying on the floor. His eyes were open and he looked on in horror as you raped my mother right in front of him. She was also bleeding from her mouth and her hair was everywhere. I watched as you fucked her until her ass bled.

She was begging for her life as you grabbed her by the throat with your black gloves on. I realized we were being robbed and I don’t know why, but my pussy was wet from watching you fuck my mother like that. Your cock was huge, and much bigger than my father’s. I mean, its not like I was going to feel bad for my parents. They had been abusing me for years, so its about time they got a taste of their own medicine. At that thought I accidently let out a little giggle. You heard it and immediately stopped, looking around for who had made the sound.

You eyes met mine, and you let go of my mother and raced up the stairs towards me. I couldn’t get back to my room in time and you grabbed me by the hair and dragged me down to where my parents were. My mother had crawled over to my father, trying to comfort him. Blood was everyhwere. You cut my clothes off with a large knife you had and told me that you were going to rape me in front of my parents and then kill us all. I was terrified but I begged you to please listen to me, and tried to explain that I hated my parents anyway. I told you how my daddy fucks me all the time and I hate him, and so he wouldnt even care if you fucked me.

You became furious, and let go of me and headed towards my father with your knife. I jumped up to try to stop you, and you swung around and accused me of lying. I told you, “No I swear he fucks me every night – and my mother knows too – they both deserve to die.” But then I whispered, “But, please, mister, let me kill them?” Tears were in my eyes and you stared me down, afraid to hand over the knife, not sure what to think. You told me to lie down on the floor so you could fuck me, and then I could have the knife to do whatever I wanted to them. I laid down, spread my legs, and took your gorgeous cock inside me.

I looked over at my parents as they watched you fuck me better than they ever had. My father actually looked mad, even through all the blood. That made it that much easier when you were done fucking me, to get up, take the knife,, and slit his fucking throat, while my mother awaited her turn…

Fattened Up for Thanksgiving

You have been feeding that bitch like  crazy, while us other  cum slaves just sit here and starve. I don’t know when the last time I had anything but your cum go down my throat. But this new girl…. you bring her plate after plate of food. It smells so good it makes my mouth water, and drool runs down my pathetic, wasting, body. You don’t pay any attention to the rest of us. Every day and night, black beans and rice and steak and pancakes with butter and syrup. And she eats it all up.

But she is locked up  just like we are. I don’t understand what the difference is. You obviously don’t care about her any more than you do the rest of us pathetic sluts. She finished her plate tonight and you came to collect it, and surprisingly dragged her out of her cage. She was  nice and plump with a big fat ass. You   told me to help you get her upstairs. I was bewildered, but I never disobey you, so I helped. We dragged her into the kitchen, and you told me it was time to “practice” for Thanksgiving!

Her face dropped as we all realized why she had been being fed – to fatten her up to be our Thanksgiving Dinner! You slap her across the face and tell her to “get her fat turkey ass into the pan”. There is a giant pan on the counter, filled with vegetables. You instruct  me to tie her up like a fucking bird, and help you get her in the oven. I can smell the hot oven, and as I tie her up, I know that she will be cooked and eaten. She goes into the oven screaming, but unable to get away. You drag me back to the basement and put me back in my cell.

I can smell her flesh cooking all the way down in the dungeon. The smell is pungent, but still makes me drool with hunger. I see the other slave sluts smelling it too, equally as starved. Hours later, I hear you coming down the stairs. To my surprise, you have a giant plate of food with you.  You open my cell, and present me the food. It is clearly her cooked flesh carved up just like turkey. My stomach churns, and I grab it and eat it hungrily. I know its wrong, but I am starving.  Then I realize that you didn’t bring any of it for any of the other slave sluts. You smile when you see it dawn on me that I am the next one to be fattened up. For the next month you’re going to feed me, and then….

Octopussy

Your perversions go so far beyond anything I ever dreamed. You had me spread eagle on the table this morning, letting the kitty cats lick me with their sandpaper tongues. One of the cats just wouldn’t join in, and of course you blamed me. You shoo’d them all away and began inspecting my cunt. You touched it, stuck your fingers in, and smelled them. You mumbled something about it not being “fishy enough”. I tried to ask what was wrong, but you gave me the usual “shut up whore” response.

You left me lying there, the cats looking at me with their cruel indifference. I am barely a piece of meat for their breakfast. You just love to watch them eat me and rub my clit raw until it bleeds from their harsh tongues. I hear you coming back, and youre carrying a large bowl, looking like you’re trying not to spill it.

You tell me to get on my knees, and as I do, I catch a smell of something really fishy — and so do the cats. They start meowing like crazy and gather around your feet as you approach me with the bowl. I don’t dare look back, as your punches are fierce when I disobey. I hear you slopping around in the bowl, and the smell gets worse – like rotting seafood. Then WHAP – you hit my ass with something hot and wet and slimy. I about jump off the table, but you grab my leg and hold me still and in position.

You tell me the kitties need some real flavor. I sneak a peek over my shoulder and you’re holding a large octopus! What the fuck? I again try to move and you grab me and hold me still. You take its giant head and shove it right inside my cunt. It was wet and it burned but the slime felt so good going in. It was squirming like crazy, and all the motion inside me made me cum immediately.

You let go of the octopus, and immediately its tentacles grab my tight ass all over, the little suckers attaching so tight I can hear them sucking on my ass cheeks. The cats are going absolutely crazy at the smell, and you put them back up on the table with me. As the octopus squirms its head inside me, and grabs my ass with its tentacles, the kitties begin to lick furiously at the test of the new fresh seafood – my octopussy….  

They Call Me Fuck Pig

You came into the dungeon, and you had that crazy look in your eyes. You started yelling about how you have too many of us bitches, and that we are so worthless you can no longer even tell us apart. WI knew you were doped out of your mind, and thats when you are at your most dangerous. You declared that you were going to give us each a name, and that we would “wear” our name from now on. I had no idea what you meant, our heads were always spinning from starvation and the drugs you kept us on to keep us in place.

I watched as you took a bucket from the shelf, and grabbed one of the girls from her cage. She couldn’t scream of course, she had no tongue, but she began to cry and tremble. You held her abdomen ober the bucket and slit her side wide open.  The contents of her colon – a mix of liquid and shit – poured into the bucket. She fell limp to the dirt floor, dead instantly. You laughed and said her name was “Ink”. All us girls began cowering to the backs of our cages, not sure what the hell you were doing.

You took another girl out, a tiny blonde with huge tits. You dragged her to the table where your knoves were, and sliced off each of her tits, leaving gaping holes of gushing blood. She screamed in horror as she was bleeding out, and you dragged her convulsing body over to the bucket where you used your fingers to take the shit out of the bucket and use it to write “TITLESS WONDER” across her back as she lay on the floor. Then your gaze turned towards me.

My stomach sank as you approached my cage and dragged me out. I had no strength to fight you, and you pulled me to the bucket by my hair. I kneeled next to the bucket, and you reached in and drew out a handful of stinking shit. You wrote “FUCK PIG” across my naked breasts, and grinned crazily down at your artwork. Then you bent me over onto all fours, reached your fingers over my head and up my nostrils as you shoved your cock in my ass. You pounded my tight ass so hard that you ripped my nose right off my face….

Why Me?

I always wondered why you chose me. I remember seeing you watching me from the woods behind my parents house. I would be in the back yard playing, and you would sit and stare, sometimes with binoculars. I saw you stroking your cock, but I didn’t understand that I was in any danger. Most days you were there, so I figured I must be the only one you were watching, and in fact, if my friends came over, you would usually leave.

Did you have a crush on me? Did you think I was pretty? I tried flashing my little tits at you, and letting my skirt fly up on the swing, but you never showed any emotion, you just stared. It wasn’t until the day you grabbed me and molested me in those woods that you told me why you picked me – you told me I was a bad little girl and that you had been sent to punish me. You twisted my nipples and scraed me when you bit into my tiny pussy so hard that I bled.

You told me that you knew I wouldn’t tell anyone, and you were right. You were right about me being a bad girl. I still went out in the yard every day, hoping you were there. Hoping you would be staring and I would always wander close enough for you to grab me and pull me in. As you abused my body, I cried, but I didn’t try to get away. The pain and the dirty names you called me made me crave more. So I no longer wonder how I ended up here, in your dungeon, its because I had been a very bad girl for all those years in my back yard.

Broomstick Punishment

He was just the clean-up crew. He took care of us girls and the basement dungeon where we were kept. He wasn’t kind, but at least he wasn’t cruel. He swept the dirt floor, picking up the teeth and bones that our Master would leave behind. He polished the steel tables, and kept Master’s tools clean. He never spoke much, but sometimes would glance at us as he threw what little food we got through the bars of our cages.

But today, everything changed. One of the newer girls, who still hadn’t lost her tongue to Master’s knife, began to beg the old man to let her out of her cage. The rest of us looked on in horror, knowing if Master even heard any of us speak there would be hell to pay. He was somewhere upstairs, and there was no way to tell what he could hear.  She continued to beg him, showing him her tits and her cunt, and promising him she would let him fuck her if he would just unlock the lock.

At first he ignored her, and went on about his work, but then I saw his old cock rise in his pants. She saw it too, and reached through the cage bars to carress it. He took his ring of keys and actually let her out. She stayed on the dirt floor and took his cock out and put it in her mouth. No one said a word, we just all watched in amazement. She sucked his cock and then took him over to the table and bent over. The old man stuck his cock deep inside and began fucking her. I know she thought she was free, but she took too long in her escape plan.

Seconds later, Master appeared, and as he took in what he was seeing, he went balistic. He grabbed the old man and threw him to the ground. He grabbed his slave whore and the closest thing he could find – a broomstick – and began beating her with it. She fell to the ground in a puddle of blood, taking the blows as she fell unconscious. Blood flew everywhere, and he beat her and kicked her until she was snuffed out. Then he turned his attention to the old man. The old cleaning guy just lay there terrified, hands above his face.

Master walked over, grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to his washing bin. He took the old man’s head and shoved it under the bleach water, drowning him. The old man was no match for Master, and succumbed easily to the choking bleach water. Master let go and as the old guy gasped for his last breath, Master took the bloody broomstick and shoved it so far up the man’s ass that it came out his mouth. The sound was horrifying, and blood was everywhere.

With no one left to clean up, Master left both their bodies there for us to see. They are a constant reminder of what happens if we try to escape his dungeon. As they decompose, I wish it had been me. I wish I had a tongue to speak, and I wish I had sucked the old man’s cock. I would have finally got my snuff that I dream about every moment of every day.

Waiting for the Doorbell

Halloween is coming and I know what you have planned. You have beaten all of us girls beyond recognition, and our scars and blood and overall appearance rivals any zombie costume that could be made by using makeup. Some of us are acged, and some just tied, in the basement of your wicked looking house. Its a favorite trick-or-treat house for the neighborhood bratss every year. They dare each other to come knock on the door for a treat. I know this, because I remember the year I did it – the last taste of freedom I will ever have.

My friends dared me to go to your door. Your house was creepy and rumored to be haunted. Even during the day we would cross the street on the way home from school, rather than walk close to it. You were rarely ever seen, and some of the other brats said you had been seen burying bodies in your back yard. It had all sounded so ridiculous to me. It was Halloween, and I was a brave little thing, well a show-off anyway, and I was going to ring your bell. None of my friends would go to the door with me, they waited across the street.

I rang the bell, and the door swung open. You were no where to be seen. I was so scared, but I peeked inside. From nowhere, your arm reached out and grabbed my throat, yanking me the rest of the way inside, slamming the door behind us. Your grip was so tight I couldn’t even scream, and you dragged me deeper into the house. You threw my tiny body onthe floor, and began slapping me until my mouth and nose were bleeding. You took my princess costume and ripped it off my body, pinching and biting me like a monster, and I felt like I was having a nightmare.

You took your cock our of your filthy jeans and fucked my tiny pussy right there on the floor as I bled everywhere. You tore my body to shreds until the sun came up the next day. I will never forget that night, even after all the torture you have instilled on me since then. Now, I rot in your basement, useless and pathetic. You still torture me and fuck me, but I know its not the same as the first time. Halloween is almost here, and I know you are waiting for the next little brave girl to come up and ring your bell. Your collection of broken princesses grows each year. If only they were smart enough to stay away from the haunted house.