She Deserved it!

She was set to play an evil villain who would infiltrate the KKK. She would never be seen fully nude as she’d be married to a white man who was in on the plan as well. With her make-up and disguise fully done she participated in meetings and would often lead the rally’s against the niggers. The niggers knew her well by name, she had instilled the fire of fear into each and every one of them.
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There was a rally being held in honor of the niggers that had just been shot and killed right outside of town. Just as she entered someone brushed up against her and forced her wig to get caught on the tent’s hook. Her nigger hair popped right out and she was exposed for the traitor she was to everyone, even the niggers out back watching. The massive group of cheering white people, quickly turned into an angry mob. They crowded around and lifted her, passing her body to the center and taking off her clothes along the way.

She was fully nude by the time she got to the stage, each man of the clan fucked her slave pussy hard and whipped her with each stroke. She was all bloodied by the time the last member came to shove his big white cock inside her. No whip in hand, he strangled her until he was ready to bust his giant load inside her. She surely would’ve been pregnant if he hadn’t strangled her to death.

They left her dead body laying there as they exited the building. The niggers who were watching came inside to get their taste of her dead but juicy pussy. They opened her legs and her pussy squirted cum right onto them. With a big black cock one of them went right into her pussy, shoving his huge dick all inside the Klan’s nut. Grabbing onto her big tits he pushed his cum right inside her dead pussy. One by one they filled her dead pussy right there on the stage, she deserved no better for dishonoring them both.

The Gift

You dressed me up in lingerie and let me put on some makeup – just enough to make me look pretty and cover the bruises on my face. You kept looking at me like something was missing. You kept mumbling under your breath about a special night for your friend, Matt. My head was spinning as you sprayed perfume all over my body. Then you grabbed me by the cheeks and put your angry face right up to mine. You told me I would do as you tell me to and that tonight I was to be a gift for a friend of yours.
A gift? You let go of my face and continued to stare at me like you were puzzled. Then I saw a lightbulb go off behind your eyes and you went to the drawer and pulled out some ribbon. You came back to me and tied it around my neck – in a beautiful bow. You smiled, pleased at yourself for making me the perfect “gift”. You told me to put my heels on and get in the bed to wait for Matt. I always do as I am told, so I climbed up on the bed and laid back, dressed and ready for whatever came next.

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You opened the door, and in came a boy, so young I thought. You hugged him and told him Happy Birthday. He glanced over at me on the bed and his grin became evil. Suddenly he didn’t look so innocent anymore. You told me that today is Matt’s 18th birthday and that I am his present. Matt will be my Master tonight, and I could see his cock grow in his pants. You stepped aside and Matt climbed on top of me in the bed. His hard cock brushed my legs as he immediately spread my legs and began fingering me with fury.
You stood and watched as Matt fucked me mercilessly for hours. He was young, but ruthless with his hands and cock. He fucked me raw in my ass and pussy and came all over my face. My makeup was ruined, and my lingerie ripped to shreds by the time he was finished. The only thing left intact was the pretty bow around my neck. Matt thanked you and left the room. You climbed on top of my cum soaked body, and grabbed ahold of the ribbon. You began to pull it tight and I couldn’t breathe. Your use for me was over, and as my vision blurred and I choked for air, the last thing I ever saw was that evil grin of yours.  

Castration Phone Sex with Venus: Fuck Pig for Sale

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Are you looking for castration phone sex? I have lots of private fuck pigs who recognize they have worthless peckers than can do me no good. Take my fuck pig below. My Pomeranian has a bigger dick. Therefore, this fuck pig belongs in a cage. In fact, I am gonna auction him off to the highest bidder. If he can’t bring me any satisfaction sexually, he is gonna bring me money. You see, if you got a worthless pecker, you don’t need it. Hell, I suspect you won’t miss it. We all know, no woman would ever miss it.

I can make money off his castration. Lots of sick fucks out there just like me who would pay for the fun of slicing off the balls and dick of a useless prick. I’m running my own private Hostel! If he had money, I would get out my knife collection and slice his junk off myself, and get off watching him bleed and writhe in pain. But you go  to pay for the privilege of me ridding you of your worthless bits. So, I am going to auction off my fuck pig to the highest bidder to do whatever they want to him. Castrate him, snuff him, beat him,  torture him,  cook him and serve him for dinner. I don’t care what the fuck you do with him. He is a worthless fuck pig. I own him, so I can do what I want with him. And if you buy him, you can do what you want with him. I’ll throw in his cage for free.

All reasonable offers will be entertained. Let the bidding begin. You will not be disappointed. He knows he is a worthless pig.

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I’m Hungry

I’ve been here all day waiting for you. You haven’t fed me for days and my hunger pains are the only thing letting me know I am still really alive. The rest of my body aches when I move from all the torture you inflicted on me last night. The needles in my nipples and pussy are gone, but the pain is sore and sharp even after you removed them. You showed no mercy when you whipped me, and since I am chained here, I have no escape.

But for some reason I long to see you. I can’t wait for you to come back through that door. The thought of your black eyes glaring at me, and wanting to hurt me again, make my tiny little battered pussy begin to throb. I need everything you give me. The fresh cuts from your blade make my ears ring in pleasure. There is no other way to get what this little pain whore needs – and you are the Master of pain.

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I can’t let you know that I secretly want it. I know you would lose interest and go find another worthless slut like me. I can’t lose you like that. You are my addiction and without your heavy hands forcing my tiny body into your painful fantasies, I am nothing. I need to feel your hatred and I want to see your cock rise when you hear me screaming. I want to watch you cum from my terror. I am your little pain whore, and I crave your anger. I don’t deserve the rush I get, and yet you continue to abuse me. Hurry home, Master, I am scared and wet and hungry…

You’ll love this experience!

evil phone sexThink about all the senses we have…touch, taste, hearing, smell, and sight, of course. Now imagine what I am experiencing myself right now. I hear it, it covers the floor, it is smeared across your body and mine, and it sounds so very sticky. I love the way it feels, still warm, sticky and innocent. It smells like sex in here, and the unmistakable smell of a penny. You can even taste it in the air, that faint touch of copper. Do you know what I see? Our very special masterpiece strung across the floor, no long bearing those perfect innocent tits, or that sweet virgin pussy. She lies there with more blood and cum on her that she would ever want anyone to see her in. But we love to see what we have done, love all the sensations of the blood, and feel the urge we had finally satisfied, both of them. Not only did she spill her blood for us but she made sure to please your cock over and over again, in hopes we would set her free. Until she realized she was only getting out of this one way… and that way was not her ideal choice. She started to reallllly lose it then, though, I had to teach her who was in charge – got a little cum of my own out of that little charade. Most people would feel remorse, but I only want to feel her blood, and remember the look on her face as we started to slowly torture this no longer innocent girl. She didn’t stand a chance, cumming on your cock as I cut her over and over again, blood and tears covering her slowly. I know her already tight pussy tightens every time she gets a new slash, soon she will have the ideal mixture of cum, tears and blood. And what better way to give her a proper goodbye to the world as she tastes it all in her mouth, choking her on your cock covered in her juices, blood, tears and cum and all as her life slowly drifts away.

Please… please help me!

Accomplice phone sex

When I woke up I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move.

I could smell, and it smelled horrible.

It smelled like vomit, blood and shit.

The last thing I remember was going to church.

I don’t know how long I have been here.

Its cold, and I can feel that its damp.

My mouth is so dry that my tongue is cracked and my lips are so chapped that if I try to yell out I can feel the break open.

I keep thinking to myself, trying to remember how I got myself into this mess..

I am so scared.

I’m shaking.

Then I hear foot steps, and I feel someone next to me.

I feel a hand on my head and its rubbing my hair softly and I felt drops of liquid on my lips.

It was instinct to fallow the drops and pray they land in my dry mouth.

I heard a deep laugh.

“I told you not to scream bitch, I told you that you would be begging for anything. Are you thirsty? Drink this.”

I felt warm liquid rushing into my mouth as he laughed more and more..

“Do you like that you nasty whore?”

I nodded yes.

“Do you want more?”

I nodded yes again and opened my mouth and waited for it.

“You will have to wait cunt, I don’t have to piss anymore you drank it all.”

I started to gag when his words connected in my dehydrated brain.

I gagged and finally vomited all over my self.

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He was laughing even harder now,

“Look at yourself you worthless cunt. You are full of piss and you puke all over yourself. I’m not cleaning you up.”

I know he is angry, He started hitting my body with something sharp and hard.

He worked his way down my body to my pussy.

I cried out when he slammed something cold and hard up inside of me.

” I told you not to fucking scream you worthless fucking whore.”

Then  I felt a pain in the side of my head and it went dark again…

When will this stop?

When can I go home?

Bloody phone sex with Toni: Bathtime

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Whenever my bathtub is full of blood I’m a very happy girl. I like to treat myself to a nice warm blood bath about one a month, sometimes more if I can. It doesn’t always take more than one victim to fill the tub, it’s just more fun if there’s more. I guess I never grew out of playing with my toys in the bath because it’s seriously one of my favorite things. Nothing beats bringing a scared little bitch home, slitting her throat and filling your bathtub with her blood. Usually, I keep the second victim alive and let them watch the show. Obviously, I don’t keep them alive to entertain them.bloody phone sex No one likes taking a cold bath so I keep the second victim around to keep my bath warm. They’re very unlucky too bloody phone sexbecause their deaths are never as quick as the ones they witness. In order to keep my blood bath warm for a longer period of time I have to bleed them slowly. Sometimes I start with the wrists, other times I get more creative, but either way they die before it’s over.bloody phone sex
The blood baths started to get boring so lately I’ve changed it up a bit. Everyone knows that a bath can more fun with company. What I’ve learned lately is that I enjoy my blood baths more if have a big hard prick to play with in the tub. My pathetic victim will be begging for his life and screaming while his blood is pouring into the tub. But nothing that he says or does will be enough to save his life. The more he cries and struggles, the more turned on I get and when I get that excited I only get more ravenous. What I love to do most is fuck their massive cocks while we soak in their blood, even if they faint or die before I get around to it. I never stop until I cum. Sometimes a dead cock is better, but for a blood bath I prefer for them to be alive. I love killing them after they cum deep inside me, that’s the only mercy I’ll ever show them.

It’s A Blizzard Blood Bath

bloody phone sex blizzardAnd there it was just as pretty as a picture. A gift left there just for me. The car was red, blood red. Stranded in the middle of the blizzard. Not a soul in sight. How much better then that can you get?

There wasn’t much snow accumulated on the hood, no tire tracks next to the car. This meant two things, it hadn’t been there long and no one had come along to help. Either the occupant was still in the car or not far up the road yet. My cunt was dripping as I approached the car. I could see the fog on the windows which told me the occupant or occupants were still in there.

Now my nipples were getting hard and my heart was beating faster with anticipation. I knocked on the window and when it came down my eyes took in the young couple, so grateful someone had come along. She was a little bit of a thing, I would guess 95 pounds soaking wet and he wasn’t much more.

I took out my gun locked and loaded and pointed it at his temple. “Get out of the car both of you and don’t try anything stupid, I really don’t want to shoot you right here.”

I don’t know if the shaking is from the cold or fear but it makes no difference to me. What is going to happen will happen.

“Take off all your clothes NOW! You may leave on your snow boots and socks and your underwear, that is all. UNDERSTAND?” With shaking hands they comply and the shivering increases to my delight.

“Now you have exactly five minutes to get as far a head of me as you can. I love hunting in the snow and you are my prey today. Your time starts NOW.”

Watching them stumble and run in the freezing cold, snow falling so hard now that I can’t see them after a minute or two. It’s all good, the poor visibility will make this more fun. I make sure my gun is loaded and I start thinking about their blood pouring out onto the lily white snow, I am cumming already and I haven’t even started the hunt. bloody phone sex karma

Hunting on a Snowy Night

bloody phone sex knife playI love winter, blizzards especially. Why? Because snowy, wet, cold woods makes a much better hunting ground. First, it slows your prey down. A blizzard is not only harder to run in, but the cold slows your victim down, makes it harder to fight. Second, you can track your victim better. Stupid prey all scared and panicky, are never as smart as Danny from The Shining. They never think to cover their tracks. Third, blood looks better in the snow. You can savor your kill, get off more intensely when you see that crimson red mixed in with the stark white. The juxtaposition makes my cunt drip every time. And the final reason, I prefer to hunt in a blizzard, is it acts as a freezer, slowing down decomposition. You see what happens is, the body freezes, stays intact for quite awhile, this allows me to visit my crime scene and get off a few more times at my handy work. I just leave a marker so I can find the site again in case the storm covers my kill. It also helps elude detection. The wild life either gets the body, leaving no identifiable remains, or the first thaw the body turns to complete mush , getting rid of any DNA evidence. I’d live in Alaska if it wasn’t for the fact that  there just aren’t many people per capita there.

snuff phone sex bloody killLast weekend, I hunted in the blizzard we had. It was impromptu, but I have had my eye on this chubby little coed twit that frequents my Starbucks. She is constantly being snotty, bitchy and demanding. Way too young, and way too plain to be so self entitled.  The snow was coming down hard, it was getting dark, so I followed her in my car, ran her off the road by the woods.  When she saw my big ass knife she started running. I knew she wouldn’t get far, they never do. I caught up to the stupid whore, held my knife to her throat, forced her to undress so I could watch her run naked in the cold. Then I stalked her some more. My adrenaline was keeping me warm, I’m sure hers was too. But like all prey, they run out of energy, give up. She fell to the ground screaming and begging for mercy. Her skin turning purple from the cold. I taunted her. Circled her like a wolf does his dinner. Informed her she would not be missed.

I then slit her throat and watched the blood and life run out of her. It was the humane thing to do. A much quicker death than hypothermia.  I got so hot watching the blood seep into the snow, watching snow fall on her body and mix with her hot blood.  I stood there watching her die, watching the ground underneath me turn into a crimson sea. I drew a heart  with her blood in the snow. A sign of respect for being such a fun kill.

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Lunch At The Food Court

torture sex kaliThese things always seem to happen to me, I swear. I was at the mall last night and I stopped to grab a bite to eat. A man brushed past me in line at the Chinese place and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Something odd about this guy, I thought, but I shooed the thoughts away and sat down to my meal. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see who it was. Suddenly there was an arm around my neck and the tip of a knife in my back. The man from the food line bent over and whispered “Don’t yell, don’t speak, don’t even look at anyone funny. Come with me quietly or I will slice your fucking throat” I dropped my roll and stood up. He took me by the wrist and led me silently to the family restroom. He threw me in and shut the door behind him. He closed in on me, knife to my throat. “Listen closely” he growled. “You are to do EVERY Goddamn thing I say” He pulled out a syringe, filled to the brim, and a wide strip of elastic. He tied my arm up and tapped my forearm with the cold blade. He stuck the needle in my arm and ever so slowly injected it into my warm vein. He started to use the knife to slice off my top. I was getting drowsy, but the cool metal blade felt so great against my rapidly warming skin. “Oh my…what…what did you…fuck…” I was slurring my words and he used the knife to shush me. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something better?” he purred, revealing his tiny flaccid dick. He pushed me onto the floor and guided my head to his cock. It was dirty, bitter. I didn’t care. I felt so good. So…tired. I felt a warm salty taste in my mouth and realized he was pissing. “Drink up, buttercup” I swallowed every last drop and he called me a good girl. I slumped into the ground, succumbing to the mysterious drug. I recall bits… I was being fucked. Being cut. He was lapping at the blood. I woke up cold and used on the bathroom floor after the goddamn janitor found me and had a go at my unconscious bloody asshole. I’m such a goddamn useless slut. I deserved that. All of it. I deserve whatever you want to do to me, too