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Teeth for Your Collection

You put me on the table, your tools by the side. I was naked and cold and had no idea what type of torture you had in mind for me today. You actually looked me up and down and I don’t think you knew either? I begged you to please kill me, and told you I would do anything to be taken out of my pathetic little whore existance. I told you I am worthless and don’t deserve to live. I begged you to take your scalpel to my throat and snuff me. You just whispered, “all in good time my sweet..”

You ran your hands over my body, almost lovingly. You touched my scarred and blood dried nipples like it was the first time you had seen them. Then you looked in my eyes, and it was the first time you had done it in so long that it sent shivers down my spine. Your eyes are ice blue, and they felt like daggers. I couldn’t look away and couldn’t figure out why you were staring. I didn’t know what else to do, and so I tried to smile at you. My cracked bloody lips seperated and I gave you a meek little smile and just said “please?”

You became furious, and grabbed a pair of pliers from the tool table. You grabbed me by my hair and told me to smile again. I shook my head no, and you slapped me so hard my vision faltered. You growled, “SMILE YOU LITTLE WHORE”, and so I pulled my lips apart and attempted a smile. As my vision cleared, I saw you staring at my teeth. I didn’t dare stop smiling, and you just kept staring. You said “these will be perfect for my collection”. My mind started racing – what would be perfect?? You took the pliers and grabbed one of my teeth and yanked it out of my head! Blood poured down my throat as you laughed like a maniac.

One after another you grabbed and yanked my teeth out, as I choked on my blood and spewed it all over your face. I finally passed out, and woke up in my cage. I ran my tongue inside my mouth and there was nothing there but bloody gums. You took all of my teeth. Now I am even more worthless and ugly and pathethic. Why won’t you just kill me. I don’t understand.

Bought and Paid For

I woke up with my hands and feet tied. You were standing in this bright living room. Four men were with you, and it was so strange, they were wearing suits. They all came towards me as I began to wake up. I was tied up and laying on a couch so I tried to squirm to get away and only managed to get halfway off before you grabbed me and threw me back on. You told me to lay still or you would hurt me. I laid still, terrified.

The men came closer and began groping my tits and ass,rolling me over and sticking their fingers between my legs. They were speaking some other language I didn’t understand. Finally they seemed to be pleased with my body and I saw one of them hand you a wad of money. As soon as he did this, they all began to get undressed. You leaned over and whispered to me to be a good girl. Then you left the room.

These men proceeded to until my legs, spread them wide and tear my tight pussy open wide with their hands. Apparently I was bought and paid for, and they were about to get their money’s worth. I screamed and they didn’t even care. they slapped my face, beat me relentlessly onto the floor. One of them whipped my ass so hard with his belt that I could feel the skin coming off with ever swing.

I saw my blood all over the carpet, and as each one fucked each of my holes, all icould think about was how much my worthless blood was going to stain the pretty carpet. They shot cum in my hair, in my eyes, and all over me, calling me names in their language. They twisted my nipples so hard they bled everywhere. They were insatiable, and abused my body for what seemed like hours. Finally one of them turned me over on my back. My vision was blurry from the blows to my head, but I could see him above me.

He had a knife, and that finally got my adrenaline pumping again. I tried to roll away, but the other men held me as he cut my throat, ear to ear…

Tampon Tea

My jar is almost full, and I see you coming to collect it tonight. I know your taste for blood, and I’ve seen you taste mine on many occasions during your brutal torture sessions. But what were you doing with my used tampons? You make all us girls collect them in our jars for you every month. Then you collect them and take them back upstairs out of the dungeon with you. But tonight, you pulled me out of my cage, along with my jar of bloody tampons, and shoved me upstairs with you.

You sat me in the kitchen chair, stark naked, and grabbed a couple mugs from the cupboard. There wwas something boiling on the stove, and you came over and plopped down a mug in front of me. You went to the stove and came back with boiling water, pouring my mug full. Then you poured another mug of hot water for you. To my horror, you plucked a couple bloody tampons out of the jar, and placed one in each of our mugs. You sat across from me without a glance. You told me to steep my “tea”.

I began to gag at the thought, but I knew I better cntrol myself, and I began to dunk the bloddy tampon in and out of my mug as I was told. You said I was going to enjoy my bloody tea with you because I was such a worthless piece of shit whore. I said “yes, Master”, and continued to steep my tea. You had prepared yours and took a sip. I watched, horrified, as the blood red tea colored your lips. You licked them and I knew you thought it tasted delicious. You said, “drink, bitch”. I brought the mug to my mouth and did as i was told…. the way I always do.

Bloody Tools Phone Sex

I disobeyed you again. I was only trying to keep the other girl from screaming. You thought I was trying to have sex with her. You caught me trying to hug her and knowing what a dirty little snuff whore I am, you assumed the worst. I would never betray you, Master, but you don’t listen. I am gagged and  tied and dragged to the dirty old mattress. Your anger is unmatched by anything else here on earth, and I hope that you will finally snuff me out.   You throw me on the bed where your tools hang above on the wall.

The tools are still covered in blood from the last girl who made a mistake. Hammers, pliers, knives, and every other item that was never meant to work on humans. Your sick as fuck toolbox that you’re now going to use on me. I look at the hacksaw and beg for you to just cut off my head. But I know it won’t be that fast or easy. You slap me so hard my head flies back and hits the wall. You come at me with a screwdriver first, my eyes get wide as you jam it right through my stomach.

I can only watch in horror as you splatter my blood everywhere. Tool after tool, you cut and pierce my tiny body, and I am helpless to stop you. I see you finally pick the hacksaw. I feel sick relief and hope that this is the end. I want to feel those last moments of hell,  and I have watched so many other sluts go out this way. I want my turn tonight. I raise my chin, hope in my eyes, and expose my throat to you. You look angry, and instead take my legs and spread them apart, exposing my battered pussy.

You take the rusty, bloody saw, and place it between my legs and begin to saw back and forth on my cunt. Blood spills everywhere, and you laugh like a maniac. You throw the saw aside and climb on top of me and begin fucking my bloody hole. As you cum inside my gaping pussy, I know you will not give me the only thing I wanted tonight – my snuff. My exit. My only way out. 

Ate Her Alive

I’ve never been so hungry. You always keep us starved, to keep our bodies tiny like you like them. But this month has been hell, you have been extra cruel. My head is spinning and I hallucinate from the starvation you make us go through. All the girls are hungry, and some of them don’t look like they are going to make it. Hell, I don’t know if I am going to make it, not without a meal soon.

I look around, hoping for rat shit, or anything that I could possibly eat. I had to have something or I was going to pass out. I had already drank what little piss I had for the day, and that wasn’t going to cut it. I crawled over to my cell mate and tried to wake her up, to see if maybe she had to shit or piss and if I could eat that. I kept nudging her, but she was zoned out, no doubt even more starved than me. But I kept trying to get a response from her, and she wouldn’t wake all the way up.

In my stuper, I got mad at her and kicked her in the face. I shouldn’t have done that, I was just feeling so helpless, but when I did – her nose started to bleed. Instantly I picked up on the scent of her blood. My mouth began to water and my stomach began to grumble. Oh my god, my hunger was excited by the smell of her fresh blood. I tried to put it out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I reached over and took a finger full and put it in my mouth. It tasted like heaven.

I looked at her emaciated body, and I could see her breathing shallow breaths. My mind began to rationalize that she wasn’t going to make it another day anyway, and she may be my only hope for something to eat. My stomach turned at the thought, but my survival instincts took over. I turned her on her back, and she moaned but didn’t try to fight me. I didn’t have any tools or knives, so how was I going to go about eating her? I decided I would just have to start at the most logical place – her pussy – and eat my way into her flesh.

I spread her skinny legs, exposing her pink pussy. It looked so juicy in a way I had never experienced before, and I placed my mouth down around her cunt lips and began to lick. Drool poured from my mouth, and I pulled my lips back to expose my teeth. I closed my eyes and chomped down on her pussy as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a rush of fresh blood into my mouth and I continued to chew away. I tore off piece after little piece with my teeth and chewed them up and swallowed, filling my tummy with her sweet flesh.  I would live to see another day in the dungeon, and maybe Stephanie would too, depending how long she can stay alive while I eat her up…

No One Knows

On a hot summer night I offered my throat

to the monster with the red roses.

He offered me his mouth, teeth,  and hunger.

I knew he would starve without me.

 

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning,

there was fog crawling over the sand.
When you listen to my heart,

you hear my terror churning.
I see the bloody shards cutting
through my trembling hands.

You were licking your lips
with your scissors shining.
you were dying just to take your  taste.
We were kneeling together in a puddle of blood
and by the the light of the moon.
You knew there wasn’t a moment to waste.

You hold my throat and my knees grow weak.
As my body gets prepared for the ground.
I’m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can’t seem to make any sound.

Then you cut my tongue right out of my mouth.
All the while you were still fucking me.
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I see that you’re beginning to grin.
We’re finally alone and you can do what you want.
The night is young
And Ain’t no-one gonna know where I am
No-one gonna know where I am….

Episiotomy Time

You love those pussies tight, and you have put me in charge of making sure they stay that way. You gave me a set of tools, and some thick thread and a rusty needle. I watch night after night as you rip open their virgin cunts, making them bleed, tearing them open from vagina to ass with your cock and monster toys. You take away everything that makes them feel pretty and innocent, and then leave them laying on the floor gushing blood fromtheir torn cunnies.

Thats when I come over and tell them it will be okay.  I look at the gory mess you’ve made – turning two holes into one. They could literally shit from their cunt. You tell me to perform the episiotomy, and you stand over us, making sure I sew them up right. You love the ones that squirm during the stitching – you place your boot on their throat to hold them still while I do my work. Their legs fall open, limp and exhausted. I take my rusty needle and thread, and find the gash through all the blood.

I start at the ass end, and lace my stitches up through their cunt like some fucked up shoe, twisting the needle in and out, closing up the damage you caused while they plead for their lives. I know these stitches give them new hope – they honestly believe you plan to keep them and re-use them over and over. But you don’t. You only enjoy ripping the stitches open once – the very next day when they are sore and fresh.  My work is bloody and painful, but they always seem grateful when I am done. They don’t know that you only crave the tearing, and the feeling of fresh stitches cutting into your cock as you rip them out.

The next night, I watch in horror as you drag them out again and begin to fuck their swollen stitched pussies. The thread rips through their ass and pussy lips as they get de-virginized all over again. This time with even more pain. And tonight they will lay on the floor as I ignore them, letting their cunts bleed them out. I watch as all their hope drains along with their life. I reach down and feel my own cunt, stitched up a long time ago. I wonder why mine remain, and I wonder what night you plan to destroy them.

Ashes to Ashes

I could smell him before I saw him. The stench of cigar smoke so strong that it burned my nostrils and made me want to gag. It was such a contrast to the earthy smell of the dirt floor, and the copper taste of my blood in my mouth from when he beat me. I remembered the days when the only things I I smelled on him was his sweat, and nasty breath from eating the other girls flesh. Now I longed for those days, as crazy as that was. But he had a new habit now. Cigars. And he had made me his ashtray.

He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my head back by my hair so I was looking up at him. He stood their, hard cock in one hand and a burning cigar hanging from his disgusting lips. The smoke fell down around me, covering me in the smell. I knew I would try to sleep that night, and only be able to smell that disgusting odor in my hair. He told me to open my mouth. I did as I was told, and he stuck his cock in. He slowly fucked my face as he toked on his cigar. I kept my eyes open, as he had taught me, and watched as he smoked.

He pulled his cock out and I kept my mouth open, knowing what was coming next. He took his cigar and brought the ash end down to my mouth. He flicked the burnt ashes into my mouth. They floated down into my mouth and up my nose, making my eyes tear. I didn’t dare spit it out or cough. Then he stuck his cock back in my mouth and fucked my dirty ashtray mouth while he continued smoking. He did this over and over, relaxing while I sucked his cock and used my mouth as his ashtray. My mouth was full of dirty ash by the time he was nearly finished, an hour later.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth one last time, and told me to stick my tongue out. It was bone dry from all the ashing, but he took his cigar and jammed the lit end directly onto my tongue to snuff it out. The burning raged through my brain, and I knew I would have another permanent ring scar on my tongue. He told me to close my mouth, and as I did, with all the ash still inside, he stroked his cum all over my filthy face. He shoved me back to the floor and I rolled away from him. He went back upstairs, and I tried to spit the ash out of my mouth. My tongue burned so badly, and sure enough, the only thing I could smell all night was that stentch of his cigar.

FuckPig Virgin Ass

He let me out of my cage and I knew it was going to be a rough night – he was hopped up on something. I could always tell by how crazy his eyes looked and how his speech would be so fast it was almost a fucked up stutter. He rarely made eye contact with me, but tonight he did. It was a scary, empty, glazed stare, but it still sent chills down my spine. My body was sore all over, my lash marks barely healing from the other night.  He shoved me to floor and told me to get on all fours like the fuckpig I was.

I did as he said, too weak to resist. My knees were already bleeding, and the concrete just sent stinging pain up my legs. I barely even noticed. I have been through so much since I first became his toy. He came up behind me and I could feel him dangle the leather whip across my back. He laughed and told me we were going to play a game. He said that he was going to whip me as I counted backwards from 50. I knew the whip he had chosen has barbs on the ends, and I knew it would tear my skin off with every strike. There was no way I could take 50 lashes from it without being carved to the bone.

I begged him not to, even though I knew he loved to hear me beg, but I didn’t know what else to do. He slung the whip threw the air so I could hear the whoosh sound, and he slapped it on the floor in front of my face. The leather combined with the metal barbs made the most terrifying screeching sound. I was sobbing uncintrollably, still begging, when he pulled the whip up and brought it mercilessly down on my bare back. The barbs stuck in my skin and tore my flesh as he yanked the whip out. I couldn’t even scream – my breath was gone.

I crumpled to the floor and he kicked me in the side and told me to get back on all fours like a good fuck pig, or he would do it again. I used all my strength to get back on my hands an knees. He held the whip dangling in front of my face where I could see it – my own blood and skin dangling from its barbs. He told me I had a choice. Another lashing with the whip, or I could beg him to fuck my virgin ass. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious, but I glanced at him and he still had that crazy look. His cock was also hard as a rock and sticking straight up.

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I began begging him to fuck my virgin ass, and it started to work. He put the whip down, and got behind me. He was grunting like a monster as he jerked his cock in preparation to fuck my asshole. He had never done it before, and I had no idea what it would feel like. His cock is huge and dry and he knelt behind meand grabbed my hips. I felt him spit on my asshole and then he rammed his whole cock inside me so hard and fast it hurt me more than the whip did. I felt my ass tearing from the outside in and he pounded me as he grunted and made sounds like he had gone insane. I couldn’t even hold myself up, so I went limp and he ravaged my ass until I began to pass out. The last thing I saw, was a pool of blood dripping from my ass onto the floor. The last thing I heard was his maniacal laughter.

Babysitter Phone Sex Circumcision

Ughh. Have I ever told you how much I hate little ones? I hope to god I never have any, but I got stuck babysitting some last night. I was so pissed off. Like I don’t have better things to do than watch someone else’s little brats. Luckily it was only one little boy, and once his parents left he didn’t seem like a bad little boy. He just kinda sat there looking at me. I noticed he was wearing a diaper. Fucking great, thats all I need is to worry about – this little piece of shit making a mess on my watch.

I decided to teach his parents a lesson and take his diaper off for the night. That way if he pissed or shit it would be all over their floor. I could just tell them it was an accident and that he took it off himself. At least I wouldn;t have to clean it up then. I grabbed the little boy and took his clothes off and then his diaper. Out popped his tiny little cock. To my surprise my stomach did a little flip at the sight of it. A cock is a cock I suppose. But there was something about this one that drew my attention – he was not circumcised. Well, well, well, it looks like I got to have some fun after all!

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I had seen a circumcision on the internet before and it was such a turn on! I decided I was going to take this little turtle headed dick and make it a beautiful mushroom head. I took him with me to the kitchen and put him up on the butcher block counter. I played with his little cock until it got hard so I could see what I was working with. Not too bad, a few inches long, and I was about to do this little guy a favor. I grabbed a knife from the counter made sure it was sharp with my fingers. I kept stroking his little penis so that he stayed nice and hard for his surgery. He was fucking loving it, his little hips moving with every stroke.

I felt my pussy start to throb as I stuck the tip of the knife up under the foreskin. He didn’t seem to notice, he just kept fucking the air like the little dumbass he was. I got the knife all the way under the foreskin, twisted it so it was blade side up and pulled. It slit through the skin like butter and blood began to pour out before the pain even hit him. I came all down my legs as I saw the pain register on the little brat. I wasn’t done yet though – I had to get the ugly skin off his tiny cock, so I held him down with my elbows as he screamed his fucking head off, and finished my work.

There was blood everywhere and his wails of pain were so real and blood curdling my ears were ringing. I almost felt bad, but was consumed by the river of fresh young blood pouring out of his cock. I  had never seen anything so innocent hurting so badly. I decided to put his diaper back on, to help sop up the blood, and sat him on the floor in the kitchen. He soaked two diapers full of blood as I sat and watched, rubbing my pussy as I watched the blood soak through. He stopped crying eventually, and I decided to leave before his parents got home. I guess that will teach them to make me babysit…