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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.

Bumping for The Hunt

Its time for the hunt again. Its raining outside so I know the hunt will take place inside. I am naked and tired, but I know I don’t have any choice. Your mansion is huge, but so run down, its almost like an old haunted house. I much prefer the hunt to take place outside, at least I get fresh air and dreams of escape, even though I have never suceeded. I can hear you in the basement sharpening your arrows. You enjoy making it “fair” by using an old fashioned bow and arrow.

You come upstairs, pumped for the hunt. You know I am worn down from all the torture and you only get your thrill from me being terrified prey. You look disappointed, but then get an idea. You go to the kitchen and come back and have a baggie of powder. I’m so tired, and I know you are going to make me bump coke, to give me the wildness you desire. You are a monster. I am sitting on the floor leaning against the dirty wall. You take you cock out and stroke it right in my face until its rock hard.  You sprinkle a line of cocaine along your dick and yank my head by my hair over to it and make me snort it.

Suddenly my brain is alive. The surge of energy courses through me, and once again I feel fear. My heart starts to pound and you make me do another line off your cock. You see my eyes widen and my energy pour in as my body twitches. I stand up and tell you I am ready. You place the bag of coke in my hand and tell me that I will need it. Your hunts last for days usually, and I cannot sleep. I take the baggie, and he draws his first arrow. The sound of it coming from its sheath gives me the same feeling a deer has when its in the sights of a shotgun. My terror takes over, and myheart races even faster. You simply say, “Run.” And I do.

I scramble up the stairs hoping you give me enough of a head start to get around the first corner. An arrow hits the wall behind me and I scream. I run faster down the dark hallway and now I hear your footfalls coming up the stairs after me. The hunt is on and I am running for my life. I know you will not stop until you have shot every arro win your possession. Thus far, I have escaped with only arrow wounds, but you have been practicing, and you are planning to mount my head in the living room with the others. I wonder if this will be the hunt where you finally get the perfect shot.

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Force Feeding Me Her Flesh

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Oh my god I am so hungry. But I won’t do it. I will not eat her flesh. She was my friend. She was my only friend in this hell you have created for me. I don’t care how long you deprive me of food. I would rather die than become a monster like you. My ribs are showing, I can barely lift my head, but I will never succumb to what your evil mind has concocted as my only way to stay alive.

I watched you torture her. I watched you murder her, and I watched you carve her into your dinner. You packed the rest of her in the freezer in the basement where I am chained and thats when you started starving me. Has it been weeks since I’ve eaten? I have no idea. My world comes in and out of view as I slowly wither away to nothing. I see you’ve defrosted some of her flesh. Is that a breast… yes I believe it is. You put it in my face, I am too weak to turn away. I can smell the blood, almost taste it. But I won’t do it.

You start a fire in the fireplace and put the breast on the spit to roast over the open flame. I watch, aware of the drool pooling beside me on the floor as I smell the meat cooking and my mouth waters beyond my control. You marinade the flesh in blood as you slowly cook it over the fire, I can see the nipple as you turn the meat, and it does look delicious. My brain is turning to mush, and my senses are deceiving me. You tear off a piece and eat it in front of me. The meat and blood being crushed between your yellow teeth.

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My stomach aches and my throat is burning as my mind screams for me to eat. I cannot even vomit, I have nothing left. You place the hot meat on a plate and bring it to me on the floor. You roll my face over into the dish and it smells so fucking wonderful. I hear a voice in my head, a dark and demonic voice, or is it you? It says to eat it or I will die…. I open my mouth, still unsure if its for my first taste of her flesh or for my last breath of life…

The Hunted…

There I was, running through the woods, my arms, legs and naked body torn to shreds from the brush. I must have been running for hours, I had lost track and my fear was so intense I had no way of telling time. I stopped for a minute, my heart pounding so loud in my head that I couldn’t think straight. What was happening to me? How did I get here? All I remember is waking up on the ground to the sound of a gunshot. I looked up and there were three men standing over me. One of them told me I have ten minutes to run. Were they hunting me? I think they were.

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I must have been drugged, as that’s all I can remember and the entire fog is just now starting to lift. I look down at my body. I have bruises everywhere, and blood dripping from multiple wounds. It appears I may have been whipped.  The pain is hardly noticeable because of the fear welling up inside. I try to calm my breathing so I can listen. I don’t hear anything in the woods around me. Its daylight, so I look around. Nothing. Were they chasing me? Were they able to see me now? What the hell is going on?

A branch cracks somewhere in the distance and I piss down my leg from the fear. My heart races again and I know what prey must feel like when it is being hunted by a lion. I try to listen but I can’t stop my labored breathing. I know I have to keep running. But I can also feel their eyes on me. I know its useless to run. I hear another crack of a branch, this time closer. I decide I have to try to run. I don’t have any sense of direction, but I forge ahead anyway. Or is this the way I came from? Will I end up running right into them?

Demon Fucking Tearing Me Apart

You let the creature loose inside my cell. He is grotesque. Some sort of fucking monster. Is this what you’ve been working on? This is the evil creature you swore you would create to terrorize us girls, your prisoners? Oh my god, what the fuck does it want? Its not even human but you gave it a huge cock?? You’re going to have this monster fuck me?

You rage with laughter as your creation is alive and hungry for exactly what you programmed to be hungry for – pussy and flesh.  My blood runs cold as your monster grabs ahold of me. There is nothing behind its eyes except blackness and hunger. Its no less than a wild animal with the strength of 5 men. It grabs me and begins to sloppily grope my naked body, hungry and curious. Its cock is huge and hard and slimy, just like the rest of it.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Get this thing out of my cell before it hurts me!! Its too late, I am in its grasp and even you couldn’t save me now. You’ve created an evil even greater than your own. You plan to watch this thing fuck me to shreds.  I feel faint but I feel its digusting breath breathing all over my body, smelling me like a fucking animal. It shoves me to the ground and climbs on top – its cock poking at my tiny body searching for the wet pussy it wants as it howls a noise like I have never heard before.

Its cock finds my cunt and it doesnt hesitate as it slams it deep inside. I can feel my pussy rip apart and the blood begin to flow. I see the creatures eyes dilate from the scent of fresh blood, and it shows its teeth – like a row of knives – and it buries its mouth deep into the side of my neck as it fucks me…  The last thing I see is you, youre watching with such pride… Your work is coming to fruition right before your eyes.

Bloody Phone Sex with Stephanie

Blood, blood everywhere, but not a drop to drink…  You have been bleeding me for months now. Collecting my precious life liquid in your metal machine. The time is almost here to perform your ultimate experiment.  I am severely anemic, but alive. You bled me slowly enough over these past weeks to make sure I was too weak to try to run, but still strong enough to be aware of your master plan.

My skin is pale white, my gums are white. My eyes are sunken into my head. There is barely enough pressure inside me to keep me awake. I gave up trying to move weeks ago.  My body is almost numb, it just tingles every so often. Or maybe thats my imagination.

The dirty needles and tubes scatter the floor. I am so cold, laying naked and drained on your cold metal table. My thoughts are not clear, and I hallucinate most of my days. But every time you come in the room, my body reponds. I crave the needles now. I crave the feeling as you drain my red love. The butterflies in my stomach, as I lose just enough blood, make me feel sick and good at the same time.

I see you wheel your machine over to the table where I lay. There is a clear window on the front, and I can see pints of my own blood preserved inside. The color is so beautiful. The machine is humming, keeping the temperature correct, no doubt.

You take out your scalpel and tell me its time to fill me back up. You have enough of my blood to fill me up, and then fill me even more until my heart explodes. You pop a hole in my inner thigh, and insert the tube from the machine. You flick a switch, as I watch helplessly. The machine kicks on and blood surges through the tube towards my leg. Ohhhh myyyyy goddddd, the feeling of the blood being pumped back into my veins makes me piss all over myself. The feeling of life being forced into my veins, gagging me with the copper taste that seems to be coming from nowhere.

You kick the machine into a higher gear, I can see the blood leaving the machine and pumping into my body. I feel so alive…. but then something is wrong. I start to swell. You are pumping too much and you just laugh at my surprise. You continue to pump and I feel pressure all over. I am going to burst from my own blood! My head aches, my limbs are swollen and my heart is pumping so hard its the only thing I can hear.

You flick the level to the highest level, and the blood courses even harder into my tiny body. I can feel pops inside as my vessels burst, and I know I am filled with blood. I choke as blood comes out of my mouth and then POP my eyes go next, spewing my red blood all over me and you. My heart tries to keep up, tries to keep pumping, but it finally cannot take anymore, and bursts right out of my chest….

A Voyeur in My Cage

My heart flutters as you place her on the table. I am watching from my cage in your underground dungeon. The chain around my neck is tight, but I pull even closer  to the cage to be able to watch. You taught me the fun in voyeurism. I watch as you lay her out and tie her down. Her skin is so beautiful. I know you are about the change that.

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I watch as you sharpen your blades. You refuse to even acknowledge I am there, and I am silent in my cage. I ache with jealousy that she will get your attention tonight. She will get to feel your anger and your blades. I envy her tears, and I envy her horror. My pussy drip in my cage as I watch, waiting for first cut. Her eyes are wide, and she cannot scream since you cut her tongue out last night. Her face is a bloody mess compared to her perfectly naked body.

I writhe inside my cage, trapped by my chains. All I can do is watch as you begin to beat her with the knife in your hand. Such fury and hatred inside of you.  You’re a true monster and you slice her with such verocity, that I begin to shed tears of admiration.  She is fighting as hard as she can, but the ropes hold her under your control. Blood everywhere, no mercy, just slice after slice as you scream at her and tell her she is a worthless whore.

She finally stops fighting, and her body begins to convulse as she nears death. I am so jealous, I want that feeling so bad. But you continue to just make me watch. To make me want it. I know the more I beg the more you make me wait. When will it be my turn? Until then, I am trapped. A pathetic animal in a cage watching as the other whores are slaughtered. A pathetic voyeur, envious of everything I see.

Decapitated and Loving It

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The air is damp and I can smell mud as I wake up. My vision is blurry and my throat is dry as paper. I try to cry out, but I can’t even make a sound. My lungs feel like they are on fire and with each exhale it seems shards of glass are tearing inside my chest. I look up, dazed, and its you. The man I kept seeing everywhere. The man who stared a little too long. I never should have smiled. I never should have indulged your perverted stare. But I did, and now I knew I had made the ultimate mistake.

You are staring down at my body, and I know I am naked because I can feel the wet air licking my nipples. Where are we? The light is dark green, and it appears you have blood on your mouth, but it appears black. I am certain my nose is broken, I cannot get any air through it and I can feel the sticky crushed wounds on my face.  You tell me how beautiful I used to be, and how you are going to make sure I am never beautiful again.

Your accent tells me you are not from here. A sophisticated monster. Well mannered and controlled. You laugh at me and tell me that it will end for me tonight. Here, with you. You tell me a story of the French, and I lull in and out of conciousness trying to listen. Trying to understand. You tell me that you’re going to chop off my head and that I will still be alive to watch as you fuck my writing body. I don’t want to believe you, but you promise me that it will happen.

You pull a machete out of the fire, its blade glowing red from the heat of the coals. You pull my head up by my hair and look me in the eyes. With one swift motion you slice off my head. The sound resonates in my ears, so loud, and then total silence. But somehow I can still see you. I am at a different angle and can see my own decapitated body flopping on the steel table. You grab my body as it spasms, still holding my head by my hair, and shove your cock deep inside my pussy. I can’t believe what my concious mind is allowing me to watch. You look in my eyes as you fuck my wet hole. I can’t feel anything, I can only watch my body jerk with pleasure as blood pours out of my neck.

My vision starts to fade and slowly everything fades, the last thing I can see is you fucking what is left of me… my eyes glaze over.. and I am finally gone…

Taboo Phone Sex with a Sacrifice

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I got you a gift Master. She is there, in the corner, tied up.  I ball gagged her and slit her wrists so that she wouldn’t scream until you came home. I will wake her up for you once you fuck me up. I need you so badly master, I am your dirty little fucking whore. I have brought you the sacrificial lamb you have demanded. Now it is time for you to take me down so that you can devour the lamb.

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She wakes up and watches in horror as you begin slicing me up. I scream with passion and she is so afraid she is trembling all over. She knows there will be no way out. She has given up on the idea of escaping. I’ve weakened her for you. I showed her all my scars and broken bones and missing nipples and told her that she is next. Fuck my wrecked pussy while she enjoys her last moments of sanity. 

Take me to my last breath, then roll my head her direction so that I can watch you take her as I fade out. I can see you, Master, pulling her from the corner. Untying her arms and then breaking them so that her limbs are useless and flopping helplessly by her sides. I am fading in and out and I want to hang on to watch your snuff skills. I do everything I can to focus my fuzzy eyes and I see her bleeding from between her breasts, then down her legs. I see you bite her lips off of her face and spit them out.

You break her legs and she falls to the ground. She is a dirty whore just like me and so you piss all over her pathetic body. I hope you enjoy your gift, Master. I am fading out and I am so worthless that you don’t even notice me anymore.