The Twelve Days of Bloody Christmas

bloody phone sex bondage mommy“Fucking Merry Bloody Christmas,” is what he said when he walked in the room. There were several of us there, bound and gagged, awaiting our fate. Twelve girls to be exact. He had kidnapped 12 random girls for his Twelve Days of Bloody Christmas. We were his Christmas presents. All I knew was that we were in the woods somewhere, secluded from civilization. No one to hear our screams. No one to care. For some reason I was being saved. I was his favorite. Lucky me, not.  He and his friends beat me daily. Choked me, slapped me, cut me, sodomized me. Made me watch as they mutilated and or killed the other girls. One a day.

bloody phone sex tortureTheir favorite way of celebrating Bloody Christmas was with knives. I watched one girl be forced to fuck her cunt with a knife. She had to bend over in front of them and put the sharp knife in her cunt. They threatened her with death if she didn’t. Her pussy was gushing blood. Her girl parts completely shredded. So mutilated I could not fathom her ever fucking again. That was the purpose. To mutilate a whore’s instrument.

bloody phone sex knife tortureAnother girl had to sit on a dirty old toilet and impale her cunt with a knife sharpener. It was long, sharp and had a coarse body. I could only imagine the pain she felt as her vaginal wall was shredded and her female organs impaled. Blood gushed out of her pussy. I was scared. I knew eventually they would grow tired of fucking and beating me and want to make me a part of their Bloody Christmas.

bloody phone sex torture womenI was tied to a bed where they brutalized my ass as I watched them force girls to mutilate their bodies. I could see out a darkened window just a tad. The creek behind the cabin was a crimson red. I guess that’s where the not so lucky girls end up. I knew my fate would be bloody, maybe even the bloodiest of them all. For whatever reason, they deemed me the Queen of the Whores. Fucked me like a whore for days. Beat me like a whore for hours at a time. Forced me to watch the carnage they inflicted on the other girls. Left me tied to a bed soaked in my own blood as they cut and sliced my flesh.

bloody phone sex rape fantasiesThere are three days left of Bloody Christmas. I suspect, I will be the last victim. I prayed for death. The dead girls were lucky.

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Dreadful Desires

Come into my dark ravine where I have you in my grips. I first slip you a nice cold drink laced with something to make you sleepy. You admire my outfit of leather it seems to form to my body showing every curve, and you burn that imagine into your brain before you drift off to sleep.  I peel your clothes they seem to come off so easily, and end up on pile of the floor.  I drag your cold lifeless body to a meat hook I have hanging in a dark secluded corner put a ball gag in your mouth and bind your hands with rope, place you in an arm binder so I can just heave you up on the hook.  I install your constraining cock cage, believe me there is no extremity left lose on your body.  I check the shackles to verify they are tight.bondage phone sex

 I examine your body turning poking and prodding looking for old scars and defects before I wrap the body in cling film, only leaving openings for your cock, anal hook and mouth.  As I move you around you start to waken, struggling to get free. Though you realize you can’t speak and the ropes are too tight. I can sense you feel fear in your covered eyes at the same time you are aroused and intrigued by what is going on and about to happen.  Your cock is at confined but seems to be pulsing with every touch I do.  I slap your balls as hard as I can, your screams are muffled, your body twitches and turns, you can’t break free. Have you forgotten that you told me this was your fantasy?   I grab your balls with dental forceps and twist your screams echo in the darkness. I twist the anal hook stretching out your ass more the pain is extricating and you pass out from the effects I continue with various tasks you seem to come in and out of consciousness whimpering with despair thinking what you have done.

Castration Phone Sex with Venus: Be Careful What You Ask For

castration phone sex knife playSo I subscribe to all sorts of guns, knives and tactical weapons magazines. Kind of like porn for me. I saw an ad in one of the magazines that sounded too good to be true. Some loser was offering $25,000 to a girl who would castrate him. The only catch was he had to not be aware of when it would happen and it had to look like a random crime. I castrate men for free because it is fun to rid a tool of equipment he can’t operate properly. I sent an inquiry, met with the loser, found out he was legitimate. Even paid me half the money upfront to prove his sincerity.

I stalked him for a few weeks, learning his habits and patterns. He was a hunter, so thought I could castrate his worthless ass in the woods, make it look like one of those crazy animal rights/anti hunting nuts took his pecker. I put on some camouflage gear, brought a few knives and stalked him like he was stalking his prey. My cunt was dripping knowing I was going to take his junk. He was alone too. I pounced on him from a tree; jumped right off a limb like Rambo. He fought and pleaded. Said he changed his mind, wanted to keep his balls; even said I could keep the money he already paid me.

castration phone sex mutilate genitalsI was pissed now. I had spent good time and energy on my plan; I already had the rest of the money spent too. I was not going to let him wuss out of this. I shoved a ball gag in his mouth, tied him up like he would tie up a dead deer, pulled out his pecker, tied it up well to restrict the blood flow and took the whole thing off. Not just the balls as planned, but the entire worthless package. And because he was such an ass trying to change the plan, I shoved his cock and balls in his mouth. I used a small blow torch to cauterize the wound so he would not bleed out. I didn’t want  to kill him. Dead men can’t pay me. But I had no problem snuffing him out if he didn’t pay me the rest of the money he owed me. I made sure he understood that.

After he had his balls and cock shoved in his mouth and the profuse bleeding had stopped, I straddled him and masturbated right in front of him. Told him it made me hot to rid him of his useless pecker and balls. And, it turned me on to know that I was preventing this loser from reproducing further. Stupid fucker. I don’t know what is more stupid, taking an add out to have your balls cut off or thinking someone would not actually do it. When it comes to me boys, be careful what you ask for because you will get it and a whole lot more.

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Torture Phone Sex: Beauty Equals Pain

torture phone sex big titsI usually only have male masters. Sin, is the exception. She is a beautiful hot dominant bitch. I can’t help but give in to Sin.  I met her years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female domme there. The rest of us girls were just subbie bitches there to be used and abused by the male patrons. She took a liking to me. I think because I am quite beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am no stuck up bitch. I know my place. Sin called me last weekend as she wanted me to check out this new female centered S and M club. I was not Sin’s date for the evening; I was her pet.

I wore a diamond encrusted dog collar and crawled into the club on all fours like the dog I am. If I pulled or crawled at a pace too fast for Sin, she took her riding crop to my exposed ass. The club was packed. Lots of beautiful dominant goth goddesses with pretty little subbie pets like me. Sin took me into a private VIP room. The room looked far more inviting than what was about to happen to me. Purple and black crushed velvet disguised the torture room. Sin had me get up on this table and she tied me spread eagle. I was gagged and my hands and feet exposed.

Sin informed me that in medieval times, pretty, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with thistorture phone sex evil bitch archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture devices. I saw sharp sewers, hot oil and sulfur, pliers and a host of sharp objects. I was scared. Sin was a dominant bitch, but I was about to meet her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped the sewers in the hot sulfur and slid them under my toes and fingernails. The hot sulfur not only loosened the nail from my flesh, it scaled my flesh. My screams had to pierce her ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. I thought I was a pain slut until this moment. Nothing in my S and M world, prepared me for the pain of denailing.

Once my finger and toenails were pliable from the hot sulfur and oil, Sin used the pliers to rip the nails from their root, leaving me with bloody stumps. The pain was unlike anything I had felt before; so excruciating that I passed out a few times. The entire time Sin was denailing my once pretty extremities, she smiled. It was as if she was creating a work of art, her masterpiece to be proud of.  Even the air hurt as it touched my exposed fingers and toes. Every tear, every wince, every scream, brought a smile to Sin’s face.

I learned a valuable, painful lesson that night. Never try to be prettier than your Master. My vanity, my pride, my beauty, paid a high price for that lesson. But I will never make that mistake again.

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Hunting Mask

I knew you were out hunting again. Its the season for you to find all the girls shopping at the mall. I saw you grab your mask and chills ran through me, remembering last year when you first took me. You wore the same mask. It wasn’t as blood stained as it is today, but I know it is the same one. Seeing you wear it brings back that first day of torture and pain that changed my life forever. I saw you leave and I lay in my cell daydreaming about what your new slave will go through today.

By the time you chose me last year, you had already killed three girls. I remembered seeing their bodies in your van when you tied me up in the back. I knew you had killed them from rage, and so I decided not to try to fight you. I remember begging for my life and only being able to see your twisted eyes through your mask. Staring back at me and deciding to spare me. I thought I would be let go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I became a permanent prisoner in your basement, and looking back I wish I wouldn’t have begged for my life. I wish I would have tried to fight, as I know you would have ended my life that day, just like the others.

You love to hear us beg. Thats what gets your cock so hard. The crying and pleading and promises that we will do anything. Just to live. Not knowing how big of a mistake it is. I knew you at the mall right now. I wondered how many girls would try to fight you off. I wondered how many of them would trigger your bloody rage and be hacked to pieces before you even fuck them. Inside I am screaming and I want to warn them. I want to tell them to fight, and end the nightmare for themselves today. I want to tell them not to cry or beg, because those are the ones that will end up here. In a forever hell of torture and sadistic sex at the hands of a monster.

That mask. It brings back so many memories. The first time you fucked me you were wearing it. I still foolishly thought I would be let go, so I let you do it. I begged you not to hurt me. Blood from the girls you murdered dripped off the mask while you pumped my pussy full of your evil cum. Then you took the mask off and I saw the horror underneath it. I screamed and screamed while you mutilated my body for days. The mask hanging on the wall as if it were watching from its empty eye holes. I knew that mask would be the last thing several girls ever saw today, and I was so envious. I should have fought. Instead I wait here in the cold basement for you to return from hunting and fuck your newest slave while wearing that mask.

Mhmmmm Ribs…

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I have to admit he is a good looking man, but he is such an arrogant fuck that I knew I had to bring him down a notch or two. When he looked at me as if he was irresistible and that I would melt and said “hey baby why don’t you suck this big cock for me?” I knew what I would do. He was going to get his dick sucked all right. I took him back to my place and offered him a drink while I slipped into something more comfortable. When I came out of my room in my leather corset, thigh high spiked black boots and a whip in my hand his jaw hit the floor and his dick damned near busted the zipper out of his pants. When he whipped it out I was impressed, it was quit the cock! He tried to push me to my knees so I could suck that dick but all he got was a good smack from my whip. The look in his eyes told me that he knew he was in trouble. I slapped some handcuffs on his ass with a quickness and shoved him onto the floor before grabbing the two by four and slamming it into his ribs. The sickening sound of his bones cracking made my cunt spew juices down my leg. The sigh of him writhing in pain only spawned my need for more. Dragging him up to a sitting position I hissed in his ear “you want your dick sucked so fucking bad? Well then suck it mother fucker!  I shoved his head down and his mouth on to his huge dick making him slobber all over it. I showed no mercy and shoved his head down over and over again making him gag ans choke. Finally I saw the blood and heard the unmistakable sound of a man choking on his own blood. I knew a rib had punctured his lung. taking delight I shoved his head down harder and watched as his mouth filled up with cum and blood before he took his last breath. I came hard then, and licked my lips…”Suck this punk!”

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Clitty Twister

You warned me not to touch your tools while you were at work. But the faucet was leaking, and I thought I would try to fix it so that the dripping sound wouldn’t drive you over the edge tonight while you are trying to sleep. I knew you would be angry that I touched your tools, but I figured it might be less angry than being kept up all night, so I took a chance. I barely got myself situated in the bathroom, and you came home early. I didn’t even hear you walk in the bathroom, so when you grabbed me by my hair I screamed.`

I rolled over onto the floor and you looked down and saw your pliers in my hand. Your eyes went dark and I saw your rage instantly. You let go of my hair and slapped me so hard across the face with the back of your hand that I saw stars. You told me what a worthless fuck toy I was, and how dare I touch your tools. I tried to drop the pliers, but you grabbed them from me instead. My head was still pounding from the slap, and as you attacked me from above, I was defenseless.

You grabbed me by the throat and told me to spread my legs. I had no choice other than to do what you said, I am your slave. I begged you not to hurt me and you laughed your evil laugh. I saw you still had a hold of the pliers and even though I knew what torture lay ahead, I spread my legs for you. I felt the cold metal on my pussy, and I begged you to stop. I know you only get more torqued up when I beg, but I couldn’t stop myself. You grabbed ahold of my clit with the pliers and pinched them down with all your strength.

It felt like my clit was going to pop off, and fire shot through my body as I came all over myself. You laughed and laughed and then began to twist the pliers – yanking my clit a full 360 degrees. I knew you were going to twist it off. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I began to cum again as you twisted another full circle. I felt the blood and cum mix together and run down my ass cheeks. You let go of me, and jerked your hard cock off all over my limp body. You calmly put your pliers back in your tool box and left the room. 

Do Unto Others……

bloody phone sex knife playI know I should feel all jolly and shit as the holidays are approaching. Most folks are feeling good at this time of year, however, I am a bit like the Grinch. I just don’t enjoy all the false sentiment folks spew this time of year. I do, however, like the sentiment “Do unto others as they would do unto you.” And that is just what I did to this mother fucker who ripped out of my hand the last fancy Lego set I was purchasing for my friend’s brat, the only brat I like. His name is Damien too. I hate Walmart; and more than I hate Walmart, I hate Walmart shoppers. This asshole said he needed it for his brat more than I did. Even pushed me to the ground and sprinted through the store to check out.

He clearly did not know who he was fucking with. I waited for him in the parking lot, saw what car he got into then stalked him to a fucking bar and waited patiently until his drunk ass came out. Never underestimate my patience when it comes to revenge. Before he could get to his car, I greeted him with my big ass knife. Pushed him into the alley and asked if he remembered me. He did. But, “yeah you are the stupid cunt from Walmart,” was not the correct answer.  I also had my pliers and my 38 special with me. I held the knife to his neck until he was quivering and pissed his pants. I then asked him if he had ever heard of a little movie called “Marathon Man.”

Of course he had not. Stupid rude mother fucker. Well I introduced him to my favorite scene with a live reenactment. I used those pliers to pull out all his teeth. One by one, slowly, meticulously and very painfully I extracted all his teeth. I had a gun to his worthless cock and balls, a knife to his throat and suggested he be very still and make no sudden movements as my hands were not steady. His mouth was a bloody hollow mess by the time I was done. I even made him hold his own teeth and smile for me after every tooth I extracted. When I was done, I tossed his teeth in the dirty alley, and left him a bloody, pissy, crying mess.

He took something from me, I took something from him.

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Torture Sex with Blair: A Bad Mommy Gets Punished

torture sex bondageDo you enjoy torture sex? My dominant son has been torturing me for years and he gets off knowing I share our sick twisted exploits on phone calls. He said it makes me a victim twice over. A few weeks ago, he found out I had seduced a young boy on the block. I am a hot MILF after all.  Apparently my son installed a nanny cam in my bedroom so he knew all the dirty perverted things I let that much younger man do to me.

My payback for being a dirty whore was to have my holes tortured. My son doesn’t like having a slutty mommy who fucks anyone. I think he just doesn’t like me fucking anyone but him and his friends. As he was binding my limbs, he took a cattle prod to my pussy, electrocuting my clit. He looked me right in the eye as he was singeing  the flesh from my pussy and said, “You are a dirty P-mommy, you deserve pain, not pleasure.” He added, “If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.” Then, he held the cattle prod so hard on my worthless clit that it ripped from my pussy. He laughed as I screamed in pain.

torture sex analBlood was running down my thighs as my son flipped me over to expose my worthless ass. He shoved a speculum in my asshole, cranked it wide and spit in it. He knew I let that young boy cum in my tight ass and he was so livid he decided to mutilate my ass too. He lit a Churchill cigar, which is a long son of a bitch, and fucked my ass with it, flicking ashes deep inside me. The embers seared my anus. I didn’t think I could hurt anymore when he took the cattle prod and fucked my ass with it. My rectum was on fire. The pain was agonizing, but I knew I deserved it. I knew I was a worthless dirty perverted mommy that needed punished for corrupting young boys. My son then  fucked my bloody tortured holes. His cum burned my torn and battered fuck holes. He got off so hard hurting me. That’s all that matters.

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Your Torture Sex Has No Equal

I have to have the pain. There is nothing else on earth that can make me cum the way that searing excruciating pain can. I crave it every moment of every day. I wake up sore from the night before, and I still need more. I need you to feed my sick addiction. I can’t even remember the days when a swift spanking did it for me. My threshhold built so quickly and continues to grow. I spend my hours either having torture sex, or figuring out where I can get some.

I found you, and you are sick enough to take me there. You have the dungeon in your house and make me beg for your attention. It is so worth it, and you keep everything focused on my level of pain. You make me do what you want to see, and never let up until I have satisfied your taste for torture. The leather straps tight across my body and squeezing my breasts as you whip my pussy with such force I lose my breathe. Twisting my nipples until they come off in your hand. The fire that shoots through my body when you rip them free and squeeze the blood from my chest.

My once beautiful body is scarred from your sick games. You play with me as if I am nothing but a doll to cut up and mutilate. With every twist, cut, yank, and slap, I lose myself in the pain. My pussy thribs and cums over and over as you increase the torture every time you touch me. Piercing every part of me – tongue, pussy lips, and even my eyes. Your steady hand moves like a surgeon as I tremble from adrenaline and terror. You take me to the brink every time, and every time I want more. Your gift is unmatched, and I need some pain tonight. Will you take my body there tonight, pretty please, my cruel sweet Master?