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You’ve already sliced off a few slices of some Vera meat for that sandwich you want later. All of this started because you asked me to make you one. To which I responded “You have two legs, make it yourself”
So, you obliged. And you did, indeed, have two legs. Mine.
You had me tied off and hanging to the ceiling so I didn’t run away. Kinda hard to cut legs off when the person you’re cutting them off of is using them. So takes care of the problem when you hang them. Right?
You had already taking a good portion of my leg off when you realized that your dick was harder then a diamond cutter. All the blood and screaming from me definitely gave you an appetite. But not for anything you’ve carved off of me.
Except, you really don’t want to get to much blood on you. So you use the turkey carver to separate my pussy from my body. And you see now you have your own little pocket pussy. Which you also realize is so much more easier to fuck when it’s not attached to a body.
You do end up finishing me off after cutting more portions of me up. Saving most of me for later dishes… and later use.
What’s better then stabbing and fucking one bitch? Stabbing and fucking two bitches. More the merrier I always say. And knife play phone sex gets me extremely wet and wanting. I know for my cohort it does too.
Just picture having both of us hot sluts waiting for you to slice and penetrate us with a massive blade, and dick. Fuck all our holes while creating new ones. Dipping that murder cock into our bloodied up bodies while we moan in pleasure for it.
And you take us one at a time. Wanting to savor the flavor of us as much as time would permit. Because it’s a lot of more fucking a live body as opposed to a dead one. Well, a fresh dead body is still pretty fuckable…
But this duo of babes is what everyone would dream of. And taking us off the census is a kink. Kill me and her, cum on our bodies, and leave us for some poor jogger to find.
Have you ever just imagined what it would be like to be Michael Myers with a fetish for fucking the chicks he killed? Cause I’ve always envisioned I was one of those chicks. Getting penetrated by both his large cock, and big ass knife. Definitely gets this pussy wet thinking about it.
Like, you have this predator/prey thing going on with me. Dress as “Daddy Myers” as I lovingly call him. You catch me, strip me of everything I’m wearing, and proceed to penetrate me with both your knife and fuck blade at the same time.
And I just lay there, bleeding and cuming all over your cock while you also blade fuck my chest. Getting your fill of pleasure and sadism, you’ll cum eventually I suspect. But until then, you just keep making me become the corpse you want me to be.
Because killer phone sex like this is so thrilling to me. Being fucked to death is a kink, and I love living it out when I can.
I was asked if I wanted to be “used like a cum rag” and “fucked till I wanted to die”. I was all for it in the beginning. Because they never mentioned that I would be a ritual sacrifice to their dark lord of sex. But, usually that’s the part they always omit.
It was a pleasant night out. We were out at this wooded area in the forest with a slab just sitting in the open. From what I could see, there were at least 10 guys standing there. Looking at me like I was the most delicious morsel of steak they had ever seen. I did look hot in the sheer white dress I was wearing when walking in. Showing off my nipples and tits really nicely.
Mr Leader Man was the one that got me undressed, and had all of his followers just come up and touch my body. Tweaking my nipples, playing with my pussy, kissing my mouth. They all just start bringing me to the slab, getting me strapped down as they gave me this weird tasting stuff to take. They just continue touching me, inserting their fingers in all my fuck holes, and I can feel my pleasure just mounting.
And then, I felt something coming up for my eye. Slowly, I open my eyes at that moment and see one of the guys just hovering over my face with what looked like a dick with spikes. I didn’t have time to react before he buried it into my eye socket, creating another hole for him to fuck immediately. I felt the immediate pop of my eyeball, and the oozing of blood and fluids dripping down my face.
Now, I would say this should have killed me. But, it did not. In fact, I felt everything. Because the drugs they gave me were meant for one thing. To keep me alive. So that way, they can make as many holes as they wanted, as they were now making me into sexual Voodoo doll. And I would endure every pain they inflicted.
As more and more of them started to create holes, the more pain I endured. I screamed, begged, pleaded for it to not exist anymore. But they just kept fucking me. One of them even joked about “Jesusing me” by puncturing a hole in my hand, and using that as a personal masturbatory fuck toy.
It got to the point I was a Crispy Cream by how many loads I took in all my normal holes, and holes created. I, however, no longer had a mind. It broke long before they were done. I just let everything happen and embraced the pain, and had the most orgasmic experience of my life.
For all the sick and twisted fucks out there, can we all agree that sex with dead bodies has so many more benefits then trying to fuck a living one. Living ones tend to kick when they don’t want it. Which leads to a fight, a bloody ass mess. Another body to dispose of. I mean, that’s a lot of work, you know.
So I loved the times I worked at the morgue. Especially when a hot guy came in on one of the stretchers this one night. Dude was fucked up from the waist up. He was in a race with one of his buddies and was ejected from the car when he impacted the tree. So he wasn’t exactly something to look at.
But his dick. Holy shit. It was immaculate. And hard (thank you rigor). Like a little fuck stick that never goes soft. A dildo with hips that feel more real then any sex toy.
Now, you have to make sure you have lube handy for these moments. Because their skin tends to soak up more moisture, which can cause some pussy damage. So of course I lubed up for this one because I did plan on riding that pogo stick for some time. And ride I did.
It did start out cold. He had been dead for some time when he came in, so body heat was no longer there. But it doesn’t matter to me though, as my cunt is super juicy and wet. So it warms up as I keep bouncing off this specimen of a cock. It’s one of my favorite feelings too. Because as it warms up, you can still feel a bit of pulse in the muscles.
I know I’m done when I can feel the load blow in me like a squid releasing it’s ink. That sticky sweet fluid of dead come flowing into my graveyard of a womb as I sit for a moment and savor it. Dick still hard and stretching the walls of my pussy, I wait till I feel the balls drain completely.
And then, while still sitting on his dick, I proceed to start the autopsy. And continue using his cock at the same time to keep scratching that itch.
“See that young pussy over there?” I gleefully tell you. I have that sadistic little grin on my face. “You get to have that one all to yourself this time, and I’ll just watch” and I just giggle a little. I love watching you work. And you love pleasing the cutest little accomplice ever.
And you see her. Tied up on a St Augustine’s cross, like a little whore who wants those holes filled. Gagged, and naked. Little cries of mercy leave her mouth ever so often. She has tears in her eyes, glassy like a doe.
You look at your tools. The knives of your trade laid on the table, meticulously put in place by yours truly. I know which ones you want in what order. We’ve played before, so it was easy to remember for you.
You pick up the small scalpel. Razor sharp, as you tested it with your thumb. Looking back at the beautiful specimen I got for you, you start dragging the blade across her body as she screams out in terror. I know it fuels that sadist in you. Because I’m getting wet just watching it.
You start to make small cuts at first across her arms. Starting from the wrist and working your way to her tits. She continues to cry and scream, struggling against the restraints holding her in place. But they won’t give. And I know they won’t. I put them on tight so that doesn’t happen.
As you cut across her small yet supple breasts, you start carving harder. You wanna see this little cunt really bleed, so you give up on the scalpel. You need to feel this bitch’s fuck holes after they’ve been made ready for you quicker than you thought.
I get more excited watching, as you bring out the drill. A wood augur bit, about ½ inch thick. “Sorry my queen, but I can’t wait any longer. I need her now” You look at me as if you were a child asking it’s mother for the sweetest of treats ever.
I giggle again, and nod. “You can have her, my little blood bug” I wave my hand for you to continue, while the other one has been fingering my cunt.
Her eyes are now full of absolute terror as you give drill a few test pulls on the trigger. You then bring the drill up to her precious little mound. Slowly, you insert the drill bit and push the trigger. She screams more, this time blowing a vocal chord. You hear her voice just give out and gurgle and you continue to get your fuck hole ready so you can have that cock of yours drained.
She continues to convulse at this point, probably from the pain, shock, and you now giving her the best dicking she’ll ever have. And the last too.
Because as you see the light in her eyes start to fade, you come in her destroyed pussy. Blood everywhere. Her body wasted and broken.
And I smile, come over to you, and proceed to just start sucking your cock. Getting you hard again.
Because my favorite part is me fucking you up under this dead whore’s body, using her fluids as my own personal lubricant. And tasting the raw flesh of such a pretty little thing is such a turn on too.
He walked in on me. The babysitter, he trusted, was a crook. He found out I was stealing money from him. The bank called to let him know some checks were being written by him in a very high amounts.
I had credit card debt. And this babysitting gig just wasn’t paying enough, as this guy was loaded but only really paid me pennies on the dollar to take care of his brats.
He came in, screaming, grabbing me by the throat and slapping me hard across the face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He kept his grip on me as he slammed my head down on the desk next to the check book.
“Please… I just needed the money” I try to protest, which just result in another back hand.
“You think you can just take my money like that? Don’t I pay you enough?” He hits me again, harder this time. I feel my lip split from the impact. Taste of blood entered my mouth as he shoved me harder into his desk.
“Maybe we should teach you a lesson? Use me? I’ll use this pussy of yours.” He begins to start tearing my shirt off to expose my tits, and shoving my shorts to the ground. One hand has me held by behind my neck, the other was getting his dick lined up with my cunt. I cried hard, trying to struggle to get away, but he was much stronger.
As he shoved his dick into my pussy, I could feel it tear. I cry harder, but he puts my torn shirt into my mouth as a gag. “Shut up bitch, you know you like it. Now fucking take it like a good girl, and you might actually leave here today”
He continues to abuse my fuck hole a bit more before he stops and pulls me to the front of him. Forcing me to my knees, he shoves his cock into it’s holster, and I gag immediately. I then try to bite down, but he pulls out and slaps me again. More blood taste in my mouth.
“You gonna take this dicking like a good girl?” He says as he grabs my chin, making me have eye contact with him. His eyes just looking as dark as ever.
“Yes… but what will your wife think?” I say, holding back a sob.
“What do you mean, what will she think? She won’t see you”
“What? Fuck you. I’m telling her.” I smack his hand away and go to run. But he grabs me before I could get away, and then grabs the letter opener off the desk.
“Nice try, goodbye” He says as he slams my back on the desk. I feel the wind knocked out of me this time, but then felt his hand go around my throat, cutting off my air way. I choke as I taste the fear of the end coming.
I feel the tip of the letter opener then slide across my skin, and into my neck. In shock, I gag. Feeling the blade poke through my trachea, and feeling the blood start to run down into my lungs. The warm sensation of it spilling from my neck onto the back of my head. My breaths becoming more shallow as life slipped away.
The last thing I felt was him cumming inside of me, as I was taking my last breaths.
“Shit… time for disposal.”
I was walking alone along a dark street, feeling a bit more tipsy than I normally do. The night was a warm and quiet one too. So decided to skip the Uber and just walk home from the bar.
At least, that was the plan.
I feel hands grab me from behind. And another set grab my feet. I freeze for a moment as I’m not sure what’s going on. And then, I start to scream when I realize I’m no longer alone. One of their hands goes over my mouth and I hear the whisper in my ear “that’s not gonna help you. Just shut up and take what’s coming to you, bitch”
I try to fight a little more, feeling my heart pumping out of my chest. As I struggle, their hands grip harder. Feeling the biting of their nails in my skin, I keep struggling. I’m a fighter, and I’m not backing down.
I get pulled into the alley way, where I get a better picture now of these two entities. Big guys, they were. And they start ripping my clothing off. No care what really comes off, just that it’s off. I try grabbing at what they are taking off, but one of them grabs my hands and pins them above my head.
I try kicking this time, but the other one who was pulling my clothes of is now pinning my legs to the ground. “You want to kick, fucking kick with a broken leg” he says, as I feel a snap in my knee. I scream in pain, no longer really fighting as that new sensation is going through my brain.
As the pain starts to subside slightly, I refocus and realize my clothing is in shreds on the ground, and I’m naked. One of them is already inside of my pussy, pumping away hard as I feel the sharp pains instead of the pleasure I’m used to. I feel wet, but I don’t think it’s that juicy sweetness I have naturally.
As his cock continues to ripe more of my cunt as he keeps going, the other still pinning my arms down. I can feel the cold street below me scraping my back, causing small cuts to form. Looking up for a moment, I can the one holding me see get a snide grin on his face. A sadistic glint to his eyes.
“I really hate hearing you scream. Let’s fix that shit now” He pulls out a long blade from his pants. Placing the sharp steel to my throat, he slices. Deep. I start gargling on the blood entering my throat, trying to breath. He keeps slicing more, opening up my trachea more. I can see he’s now looking at it lustfully, like it’s another fuck hole.
I feel him slide his thick dick into my opened up throat, and struggle to not convulse from the sheer agony. Using my blood as his own personal lube for the deep throating action he wanted. Thrusting hard and cutting off any way for me to breath.
As I begin to expire from blood loss, I can still hear them giggling at their mess. My last conscious thought is feeling both of them cum in my destroyed body at the same time.
I was hanging upside down. Bound at the ankles, wrists tied behind my back. Hanging over a beautiful bathtub with golden claw feet. My mouth, taped closed. Shallow breaths. I knew what was coming.
I could see the shadow of him walking from the door way into the room. Holding a scythe in both hands as he came to the tub. The smile on his face twisting in a sadistic way.
He begins to slowly drag the scythe across my skin, not enough to cut it though. Just so I can feel how sharp the blade is. I cry out a little as panic sets in, and I start to try to free myself.
Then, ever so slowly, he starts making small cuts into my skin. I can feel the pierce of the blade as it slices acorss my flesh, baring with it the red of blood as it starts to spill. Coating the blade with every cut made. I try crying out louder, struggling to get free, as he just keeps going.
I start feeling light headed. There are now dozens of cuts across my body. My tits, stomach, legs. The blood lose is starting to get to me. The well of fear as I continue to struggle and cry, which fuels his need to see more of my insides.
I then feel the blade start scraping up against my pussy. The tip of it starting to make it’s way into my hole. I can feel the blade start to cut into the wall of the canal, and cry out even more. Tears now streaming down my face. There’s no stopping what’s gonna happen next.
The blade starts to cut more, blood now gushing out of my destroyed twat. Cutting into the pubic bone, and continuing to pierce more flash as the blade makes it way into my stomach region. I convulse, pain and blood loss setting in now.
The blade continues to go though, ripping out my womb, intestines, liver. Everything now spilled into the tub below. A collection he liked keeping after he was done. Because, with what consciousness I had left, I saw him step into the tub and start bathing in it.
And then, just like getting to the end of chapter of a book and flipping the page to start the next one, I woke up. Realizing I was playing with my clit and squirted a few times in my sleep while I was dreaming about all of that. Again.
These dreams always get me horny.
For a long time I had a secret that she kept hidden from the world; she loved forced ass rape porn. By day, I was a mild-mannered office worker, but by night, I was a submissive sex queen.
I had been searching for a man who could truly dominate me and bring out my true desires. I had tried a few things, but nothing ever felt quite right. That was until I found the dark corner of the internet where I could meet men who enjoyed the same kind of activities as I did.
After exchanging a few messages, I finally found her perfect match. His name was John and he was a master of humiliation and domination and forced everyting. I couldn’t believe the things he was demanding I do, but I was willing to try anything.
John took me to a secluded spot in the woods and proceeded to tie me up and blindfold me. He then proceeded to use me in every way imaginable. He teased and tortured me until I was begging for release. Edgeplay is one thing but he completely reversed pain and pleasure multiple times. When he finally let me orgasm, it was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.
Afterwards, I felt completely alive. I realized that this was what I had been searching for. I was no longer scared to explore the darkest deepest desires not said outlout.