Clean Up Time!

I do enjoy every moment I get to play! From the hunting. To the taking. And of course the torture and fantastic sex as the little whore dies at our finger tips. All of that is fun. But I do enjoy the clean up! That quite time I get to relive the excitement. Just the simple acts of cleaning the blood off the nipple clamps. Or cleaning and re-sharping my knifes. I love mopping up my floors and using my sanitizers to make sure everything is spic and span clean. No DNA and setting up for a new victim. And then there is the body. I get to have so much fun with the body. I clean out all the insides. Cook it up for my dogs. Its good for them! And I pack the body with a mixture of Lye. And then VERY lovingly stitch up every whole! Its important to make sure the body dissolves faster. And I enjoy telling the whore what a nasty piece of ass she was! I don’t know if there is an after life… but just in case she is watching me. I want her to know how much I enjoyed killing her. How I will play with my pussy for months at the thought of how she screamed! My last little fuck you! Who wouldn’t love that?

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.

Haunted House Tradition.

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I love that Halloween is getting closer. It’s my most favorite holiday. I love that for that one day everyone kind of goes dark and let’s their evil side out. I am so excited that in this little town they tend to have a lot of haunted houses and what better of a place to take someone you want to make scream and bleed? All the other screams of the people walking through the haunted house will cover the screams of the actual victim. I remember just last year playing around me and my mommy and my master took this little one to a really big haunted house, she never seen our faces because we wore masks. But we were able to actually find an empty little spot in the house and play with her.

 

We only tortured her a little bit. Mainly a lot of spanking. I told her she had to lick mommy’s kitty and she refused. So I spanked her little hinney until she was begging me to let her taste my mommy. All the while my master was in the background slowly stroking his fuckrod. I loved pinching her little nipples and spanking her little butt. While she was eating my mommy I got down between her little legs and spread them open. I started tasting her little kitty. It tasted so sweet and so innocent. I got it nice and ready for master to play with. He was fully hard now so I knew it was going to stretch her open. As soon as he started to force his way inside of her she started screaming inside mommy’s cunt. She was trying to fight to get away but mommy just sat on her face more cutting her screams and air off, while I held her arms and body down.

 

I got so wet watching my master fuck this little one inside the big scream filled haunted out. I tore her little muffin up that night. She was bleeding bad when he got down fucking her. We left her there.. passed out from the pain. Filled with cum and blood. I got so excited last year.  I can’t wait to see what this year brings.

 

 

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Forced

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He forced himself into my room, with my boyfriend out of the picture he knew I belonged to no one else now, only to him. I woke up and he was there and another man was with him, but I couldn’t see his face because he had a mask on. I laid there silently because I was so afraid, plus I was hoping he would leave if he thought I was asleep, but I knew better than to think that.
He caught me peaking at him and his friend, I could see it in his face. The second we made eye contact he tore my pants off me and slung them across the room while his friend rolled me over onto my stomach.
“You’re not going to enjoy this” He said in a stern tone to his voice. His friend laughed in agreement as he stuffed my mouth with a pair of my dirty panties and covered it with tape so I couldn’t scream for help. Then, the masked man held me down.
” Be a little good slut, or else” The masked stranger whispered in my ear. I could feel the blade of a knife running down my back, I started to panic, but I didn’t want either of them to notice. I tried to close my eyes so I didn’t have to see anything, but the mask me slapped me hard across the face and demanded that I open them.
Once my eyes were opened, the masked man nodded to him and he forced his cock inside my tight frightened asshole. Even though my mouth was taped up, I know the muffled screams were loud enough to make both of the men very unhappy. My head was forced down into my pillows, making it difficult to breathe, while my ass was fucked as hard and deep as he could manage. The sounds he made were pure evil, and his masked friend laughing the entire time…I never felt so used or humiliated.
The second he came inside me, the masked man stopped restraining me and they both disappeared out the window leaving me to remove the panties and tape from my own mouth. My face was damp with tears and my little ass was red and sore. I bled a little, but I know he doesn’t care. He just wants to use me up until there’s nothing left and I let him get away with it.

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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.

The Family Scarecrow Curse

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My great grandparents were simple folk from the mid west. They had owned a few farms and lived off their land. When they died, they left the only farm house that was still standing in the family. My mother said I could go check it out, and if I felt like it was something I could handle on my own, it would be mine to have. But the more I learned of this property, the less it became about me having a home to call my own, it was the legends of the family scarecrow.

There had been many stories in our family that this particular piece of land was cursed. My great grandparents were not good people and had tortured many of their slaves. And so apparently one of the slaves that was used in many breeding rituals was a young witch. The tale of her says, that the last thing she saw before she died, was the lonely scarecrow out in the field. There were a few pictures of it in old family albums, and undoubtedly, it was creepy. After her passing there were accounts that anyone that came into contact with the scarecrow would have nightmares so awful, than ran screaming from the property. Dreams of their skin being carved off of them by something they could not see. Dreams so realistic that it caused more than a few to go insane. Eventually the farm was abandoned, and no one dared touch the scarecrow.

When I arrived at the property I was filled with dread, and a calming sense of terror. This was a perfect place to bring my victims to.. a sleepy little town.. Evil just lurked about. It was too perfect. I headed down to the farmhouse with a sense of purpose, me and this scarecrow spirit were going to get to know each other really well.

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Dr. Demento

medical fetish phone sex forced rough oralI hate doctors. But it was time for my yearly chick exam. I have a cute gynocologist so I do not mind actually. But when I arrived, I was informed my normal doctor was unavailable and his partner would be seeing me.  I hesitated at first then I was like what the fuck, sure.  I waited patiently on his table in that ugly ass gown. When he came in, I was shocked that he appeared so young.  I laid on his exam table for the breast exam. When my eyes were closed and I was attempting to relax, I felt him put nipple clamps on me. I tried to say what the fuck, but he slapped me hard, and shoved his cock in my mouth.  He said he needed to test my gag reflexes and my ability to swallow. I was gagging on his cock. He must have heard I was a subby whore. He pulled my read hair and slammed his throbbing thick dick down my throat for what seemed like an eternity. Then he shot a massive load down my throat. My makeup was smeared across my face, but guess my gag reflexes were good as I did not vomit on his cock.

medical fetish phone sex torture analI started to get dressed and he ordered me back on the table. “We haven’t checked your whore cunt and ass for dirty diseases yet,” he yelled. He strapped me to the exam table and made me put my feet in the stirrups. He shoved the speculum up my cunt with mo lubrication and cranked it open really far. Felt like my pussy was being torn apart. He put both fists into my gaping cunt and started fucking me with such force he was touching my cervix and making me scream in pain. He was a cruel doctor. Dr. Demento for sure. The worse was feeling him scrape his fingers along my cervical wall. He said that’s how a whore gets a pap smear. The pain was excruciating. I begged for the exam to be over, but it was just beginning.

After he was done torturing my cunt, he flipped me over and rammed the speculum up my ass. He hogtied me first so I could not move. He cranked it open even farther than he did my cunt. He yelled whore into my spread ass hole and joked he got an echo. While my ass was spread wide he inserted his foot, his arm, his cock; he even gave me an enema saying I had a dirty ass just like a whore and it needed cleaned. But before  that he made sure he dumped a load of cum up my ass, and spit into it. He even flicked the ashes of his stogie into my ass. He said, “You already have a filthy whore’s ass, what’s a little more dirt?” After I shit all over the place, he pulled out the speculum, hosed me off, put on a rubber glove and fingered my ass, all at the same time he made me suck the shit off the speculum that had been in my dirty ass. My gag reflexes were not working so good this time and I puked. This angered him and rubbed my face in it like a puppy who had peed on the carpet.

medical fetish phone sex mommy analHe violated my mouth, my cunt and my ass. He humiliated me. He tortured my wholes. Then he simply said, “She you next year whore” and sent me home with a good clean bill of health. Want to play doctor?

Torture Phone Sex; Revenge For My Master.

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You wouldn’t believe how much master opened up to me the other day. I think I’ve finally figured out why master likes to be so dominant of women.  The was this one girl in his life that he was in love with and she broke his heart. When he was telling me this story he was really sad and I don’t like to see my master sad. I begged master to let me make it better and he said he didn’t know if I could. I wanted to prove to him that I could. I may not be his equal but I will be the one to make this one thing better. I found out who the bitch was and when master was at work I scouted her out. I accidentally ‘bumped’ into her at the coffee shop. I quickly became friends with her. We went to the local pub down the road and had quite a few drinks.  I could tell she was feeling pretty tipsy so I invited her back to the house for some more drinks and she quickly accepted saying something about she was in desperate need to make new friends. I check the time and noted that master wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. That gave me plenty of time to get things ready and set up for him.

I lead her to living room and brought out a few shots. Once I knew she was down right drunk, that’s when I started putting my plan into motion.  I excused myself to the ‘restroom’ and went to the basement and made sure I had everything laid out and set up that I’d need for this evening. I walked back to her and asked her if she wanted to see my favorite room in the house. I grabbed a bottle of wine and lead her to the basement. When we got there she was confused on what she saw and thats when I smashed the bottle over her head causing her to fall to the floor. I drug her over to the bed and cuffed her hands and feet to the bed posts. I blindfolded her and put a gag in her mouth. Just as I was finishing up, I heard the front door open and close. I ran upstairs to master who looked like he was having a rough day. I told him I had really big surprise for him and I was going to make it all better. I love how his eyes light up when I tell him that I was going to make it better. I grabbed his arm and he followed me to the basement. As soon as he seen Chloe tied up on the bed he asked what I was going to do. I told him we were going to make this bitch pay.

I grabbed some scissors and started cutting her clothes off. I pulled up a chair and told master to sit down. I could already see that he was having a hard on. I started slapping her cunt and she finally started to stir awake. “wake up wake up little bitch. It’s time to play, now that master is here.”  I un-blindfolded her and grabbed her hair and lifted her head where she could see my master. “You think you can hurt him and get away with it. I don’t care how long ago it was. You’re going to pay.. You’re going to wish you never hurt my master” I’m sure she would of screamed if she could of. I took my knife and started to make little cuts all over her body. I used my whip to whip her tits and her cunt. Her whole body had whelps and cuts all over. I took her gag out and sat on her face and told her to lick my fucking pussy. Every time she didn’t I’d just sit on her face where she couldn’t breathe until she started to listen. Oh she is a good little pussy licker. After I came all in her mouth I got off and walked to the table and put on my big strap on. I uncuffed her legs and got between them. I didn’t even see if she was wet or not. I just shoved that big cock deep inside her. I was being as rough as I could and she was just screaming out. I looked back and smiled at master and he was stroking his cock. At least I knew he was enjoying it. I pulled out the strap-on and seen a little bit of blood on it. I shoved the cock in her mouth and made her clean it off.

I continued to fuck her and torture her all day for my master. We haven’t decided if we wanted to just end her or keep her locked up for a little bit and use her when we please….

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It Took Days

sadistic phonesex karmaI never dreamed that my latest wicked scheme would bring me so much pleasure and last so long. Her pain and agony has been delightfully satisfying giving me days and nights of pleasure. The long and agonizing process of poison ivy first becoming a rash that drove her crazy with it’s itching, swelling her body and bringing red whelps to the surface was just the beginning. As the hours passed the rash became small blistering sores. Watching the transformation made my cunt so fucking wet. Soon the blisters began to grow and fester becoming huge puss sores all over her body.sadistic phonesex poisen She has been tied to that tree for days now. I am keeping her hydrated so that she doesn’t die on me yet. The sores are starting to eat her flesh and I feel sure that she can’t last much longer. The poison has to be in her blood stream. She is feverish and delirious and it is the most wicked, evil, demented, twisted and sadistic torture ritual that I have ever administered. I will definitely be doing this again. The next time my victim will be a man. I can’t wait to see what the poison ivy does to a cock and balls over time. Just the thought of it is driving me crazy and keeping my cunt dripping wet. saadistic phonesex facebook

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.