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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.

Taboo Phone Sex With Angie & Stephanie

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Or maybe it was the lights and the situation and my ravaged mind. But when I met Angie for the first time, in the dungeon, she seemed like a goddess. This must be the one, the one my Master always tells me about. I thought he had been lying. I thought he made her up as part of his sick fantasy. Maybe just someone he passe dhis days with having taboo phone sex. But here she was, real as could be, unharmed, wearing makeup, and I could tell she wasn’t broken the way I was.  Her skin had no bruises or scars, and her hair was perfect too.

taboo phone sex angie

How could he have a woman like this? All of us other girls had been tortured and abused beyond recognition for the most part. Kept in the dark, in this dirt dungeon under his house. Thus far, He had been realtively less cruel to me, he had told me I had a pretty face.  Angie spoke to me softly, and even her voice purred like a gorgeous cat. She said her name was Angie, and wanted to know if I was Stephanie. I could barely speak, it had been weeks since my last drink of water, but I squeaked out a “yes”. She sat down on the cold ground beside me, her nude body making me so jealous. Then she reached out and kicked me in the stomach with her stiletto.

I recoiled away from her, not daring to say a word. She told me, “So you’re the pretty little bitch he keeps talking about when he is asleep?”. I had no idea what she was talking about, but she was obviously angry at me and I was terrified. She said that she was going to make sure He didn’t think of me anymore. I tried to tell her I didn’t do anything, and that I hated him, but she wasn’t listening. My arms and legs were already bound to the posts that hold me in the dungeon, so she took off her heels, one in each hand, and began to beat me with them.

She swung the stilettos with all her might, hitting my face with the heels, piercing my eye sockets and cheeks. She swung one and connected with my breasts, and then pulled down until my nipple scraped right off. I was screaming as much as I could to get her to stop. I was apologizing for something I couldn’t even control. Angie just kept saying that He belonged to her, and that was the way it was going to stay. She told me I was a slutty little whore cum dumpster and that she was going to make sure I never looked beautiful again. She said I wouldn’t even be able to do taboo phone sex once she was done with my pretty mouth.

Angie continued beating me with her stilettos – she had so much anger and strength, until my eyes were bleeding, my ears were popped, and my cheeks cut to shreds. My lips were hanging and I couldn’t scream any longer. Before she left, she said there was one last thing she had to “fix”. She spread my legs, and shoved her entire shoe inside me, until it disappeared. Blood poured from my cunt and it was also now ruined. She stood up, looked at me like I was so pathetic, and she was right. Then she laughed and walked away, and I never saw her again. Angie had control of Him, and she made it clear that no one was going to change that. I had her shoe inside me now, so that I would never forget.

Fuckpig Slaughter

I know why you hang us upside down. I know it makes the blood pressure greater in our upper bodies so the blood gushes out faster when you puncture our throats. I wish I was one of the other girls. One of the ones who believe you’re only going to fuck us. Only going to torture us. But I have seen too much. I know you are going to slaughter us. You take each one of us and make us your fuck pig. You mind fuck us until we believe its real. Until we believe we are just a collection, and we will be released once you’ve had your fun. You make these girls do things they’ve never even experienced in their worst nightmares. All for the promise of freedom. You make your own BDSM gear, and you tell them they are just test dummies. And they believe you.

But you’re a fucking liar. Why did you let me see? Why did you let me watch the last slaughter? Why didn’t you puncture my jugular and let me bleed out like the rest? I was the one you chose to fuck in the mouth as the others bled out all over the dirt floor. Now, as we all hang here, fucked and beaten and helpless, our tongues cut out so there is no noise, you size us up. Their eyes are terrified, but still have hope. They are remembering what you told them – freedom – and they think you’ve been satiated and they will get to go home soon.

You walk along the line of hanging bodies. Touch their bleeding and broken faces with your hands as if you feel something. But you don’t. I have seen your mind games before. Its all about keeping their hope alive. You take out your cock and go back down the line. Some of them cringe, remembering the horrors they experienced last time they saw your cock in their faces. But you just walk slowly, sizing them up, waiting for the blood to be right where it should be. I am the last in the row of hanging girls. Upside down, wrapped tight in my straight jacket you made, too weak to even swing back and forth.

You take a large tool off the table, the same one I saw you use last time. I watched you make it with the fire and a hammer.  It still has blood on it from last week. I know its coming again. The slaughter of the fuckpigs. You start with the first girl, she tries to recoil away but she can’t. You jam the sharp tool right into her throat and the blood gushes out as her eyes go blank. Then onto the next. As you go down the line, they are screaming inside their heads, hope being dashed once and for all. You tell them to “die, fuckpig, die” as you stick each one and twist your death tool.

Finally you get too me. I can see the rest of them hanging, bleeding out. I close my eyes and wait for the stick of the tool. Instead, once again, you pull my mouth open by my hair and shove your hard cock inside. I suck on it, with no tongue to even taste your evil, and when I open my eyes I see you’re watching your slaughter of fuckpigs twitch as they die. You cum deep in my throat as the last ones stop moving, all life and hope gone.  You reach up and cut the rope that im hanging by. I crash to the ground.  I have survived another round of fuckpig slaughter. But why? I don’t want another week of torture. I don’t want to witness your next set of kills. You unbuckle my jacket and free my arms. Now its my job to collect all your jackets off their dead bodies. To clean them and pile them up for your next set of fuckpigs. I get to work as I hear you leave, no doubt in search of the next.

Baseball Bat Fucking

I remember you from class. The nerd. The dork. The weird guy that no one would go out with, including me. How did I end up here? The last thing I remember was being at the party, drinking some drinks, and then nothing… Then I wake up here, tied to your bed, with you naked in front of me with your cock out and stroking it as you let you eyes roll over my naked body. I ask you what the hell you think your doing. You calmly say, “Stephanie, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you are mine.” I tell you you’re a nutjob and to untie me. You spit in my face and suddenly turn very angry.

You don’t seem like the geek we teased in school – there is something terrifying about the look on your face, like you’re going to do what you want. My pussy shudders, and I can’t believe I start to get wet just from your small show of power. I can’t help but glance down at your cock as you stroke it, and its huge. Who would have thought you could be hiding such a gorgeous dick inside those jeans all those years? As you spit slides down my face, you reach over the side of the bed and pull out a baseball bat.

I cringe at the bat, not knowing if you plan to hit me with it, and too afraid to ask. You take my legs and  put them back over my head, opening my perfect pink pussy wide for you to see. You take the cold metal bat and place the large end against my glistening slit, and begin to twirl it around, teasing me with the hard cold metal. You ask me if I want to play ball with you, and I I can’t help myself, I say, “Yes”. You spin the bat faster and it begins to twist inside my tight cunt, stretching the opening as far as it will go.

I lose my breath at the width of the bat, and this just feeds your madness, so you begin pushing and turning the bat even harder. It penetrates my tiny pussy and I cry for you to go slow. But you don’t listen, you twist faster and harder and begin to ram me mercilessly with the metal bat. You stroke it in and out with all your strength and I can feel at least 16 inches  of it up inside me, tearing me apart. You’re still stroking your cock with your other hand and tell me to open wide. I open my mouth, and watch as you shoot your hot load all over my tongue. As you cum, the bat stops moving, and I get a small break from the hard fucking you gave me.

You lay down beside me, both our hearts pounding, the bat still inside me. You tell me that the second inning is coming soon, and that I better be ready. You fall asleep, and even though I could probably get my arms free, I chose not to. I lay there, tied to your bed, waiting for you to wake up and give me more. If I would have known what a fucking turn-on you were back in school, you wouldn;t have had to kidnap me like you did tonight….

Cut in Half

I blink awake and I can’t figure out where I am. I am tied to a tree and I hurt all over. Only my ars are tied, but I can’t seem to move my legs? In fact, I can’t even feel them. Nothing makes sense. Its daylight, and I am covered in blood. Then I see it – I am sliced directly across my stomach – split in half, top and bottom. There is too much blood to see how deep the wound is, but I know its the reason I can’t feel my legs.

Its so surreal to look down and see me standing on my legs and feet, but have no sensation at all. Its like floating. Most of the blood has dried – so I must have been here awhile. And I must have survived this? How is that possible? My legs are covered in blood from the wound on my stomach, but otherwise I don’t see any other cuts.

Then you appear. You seem happy to see me awake. You come over and kiss me, and as you pull away I see blood on your face. It must have come from mine – my face must be bleeding but I cannot know for sure how or why. You lick my blood off your lips like its candy, and begin to take off your jeans. Your cock is hard and you slide it up between my legs. I watch in horror as you fuck my numb pussy. You have taken away my ability to feel pleasure!

You fuck me even harder and tell me that I will get fucked every day for the rest of my life, and I will never get to feel it. You rub my clit with your thumb while you fuck me. I can SEE you doing it and I want to FEEL it so fucking bad and I can’t. You are a fucking monster! You have taken away the only thing I had left – the sick perverted pleasure I got when my wet pussy would throb from your tortures.