Last week I went on a date with one of the partners who work at my law firm. He’s a corporate lawyer, Andy, quiet, demure, polite and I felt obligated to say yes because I’m just one of the legal secretaries. You don’t want to piss off the boss. He’s originally from Melbourne, Australia and he’s kind of cute in a dorky way but the accent tipped the scale and I thought I would have a good time. We had a lovely four course dinner at an upscale restaurant but it wasn’t until we were in the taxi ride home did I learn who he really was.
Without asking he slid his hand up my skirt, jammed his fingers in my pussy, pulled them out, smelled them, licked them and said “yes, I think you’ll make for a decent dessert course.” I was shocked, this didn’t seem like the guy I worked with or just had dinner with. I’ve always been afraid of men after how my father verbally and sexually abused me as a young one and as a teen he let his buddies do the same so I didn’t say anything. Andy told the driver we would only be making one stop, the Four Seasons in downtown Chicago. We both lived close by so I didn’t understand why he wanted a hotel.
He checked us into a luxury suite, even though we hadn’t brought any belongings, and we went to our room which was the nicest hotel room I’d ever been in. I stood inside the door and he closed and bolted the door behind me. He then circled me, looking me up and down as if he was a predator and I was his prey. “You’re a dirty, fucking slut,” he said, “and tonight, I’m going to rape you.” He said it so matter of fact that I wasn’t sure if he was serious. “Strip down to your undergarments now or I’ll punish you by slapping you hard across the face.” I did as he said. He began to run his fingertips up and down my body, and I was becoming turned on, feeling my pussy tighten and start to get wet and I could see the obvious arousal in his pants. Andy then gently began to unbutton each one of my garter belt buttons that held my thigh high stockings up, “I’m very pleased you chose to wear these, if you don’t please me, I will hurt you.” He rolled each stocking down individually, taking extra care to help me remove them. He then unsnapped my bra and let it slide down my shoulders and gently pulled down my thong panties and garter belt. Again he circled me and lightly touched different arousal zones of my body, circled my nipples with his fingers, across the small of my back, around my belly button and from my knee he slid his fingers up my thigh and again jammed his fingers inside of my vagina, hard, and circled them a little bit, and I moaned, “yes, I think you’re ready.”
“Get down on your fucking knees now, and hold your mouth open with two fingers on each side, wide enough like you’re having your teeth examined.” I was confused but I didn’t want to get hurt so I did what he said. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his surprisingly large cock that was rock hard and forced it into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. The gesture surprised me but I was excited by it, and he could tell, he didn’t want me to be happy so he forced it again but harder and faster. And he did it again and again while I was choking and sobbing from the gagging. He was satisfied by my will not to pull away.
“Lie down on the bed, put your hands on your knees and pull them open wide while your legs lie flat on the bed and keep your mouth open but not with your hands anymore.” He took off his tie, put it around my neck and tightened it so tight that it was uncomfortable and beginning to affect my breathing. Although he had taken off his dinner jacket he was still dressed. “Close your eyes, I don’t want you to know which hole I’m going to penetrate next.” I did as I was told. I cried out as I felt his enormous cock slam inside my ass, certain that he had ripped me in two, and he tightened the tie even further. He pushed his penis in my anus over and over again until it began to feel good, and even started to play with my clitoris and I could feel myself starting to climax when he stopped suddenly and put his erection in my mouth again. “Not yet baby, you still have a long way to go before I let you cum, but if you’re a good girl, I will let you. So far you’ve been a very well behaved dirty little whore, I may let you become my special dirty little whore, my chosen one.”
After fucking my face for a short while he penetrated my ass again, with more force, always making sure I could just barely breathe with the tie around my neck. He pushed on harder and faster and started to play with my clit again and this time he moved his hand towards my pussy opening and suddenly slammed four fingers inside. I tried to cry out but the lack of oxygen made it difficult. “Soon, my special dirty little whore, soon I will let you free.”
He kept slamming his huge hard cock in my ass with so much force and speed and was using almost an entire hand to fuck my pussy, I could feel myself starting to climax, but I knew it had been a while but the lack of air made it too fuzzy to make out time. I was getting higher and higher, I was so close and he was going faster and harder yet, moaning that he was cumming too.
Suddenly the tie was loose and I felt myself release. I screamed out when I had the longest most intense orgasm I had ever had, it just kept hitting me in waves and when I started to feel my whole body vibrate because it was finishing he pulled his cock out of my ass, grabbed me by my hair and jerked my head backwards and came all over my face while saying, “yes, that’s my dirty little whore, you’re my special slut, you nasty filthy bitch.”
He told me to go to the bathroom and clean up and I did what I was told, I was bleeding slightly because he had forced his cock so hard into my ass, but it wasn’t anything severe. When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, tie, jacket and all. But he left a note…
“You may stay the night in this luxury suite and I ordered you a massage in the morning, don’t be late for work on Monday my dirty little special whore.”
My special Whore..
Your New Apprentice
I see you have an apprentice now? He is so young, just a boy. I wonder where you found him, but I dare not ask. I am still in pain from your beating this morning. I know he isn’t your son, but I sense he belongs to you now, just like I do. Just like we all do. But he isn’t caged or tied? He is with you by your side, listening and learning. You both approach me, I shudder uncontrollably as fear grips my body. You laugh and I can see you speaking to him, but I can’t hear a word. You punctured my ear drums long ago.
I see you both laughing and you point to me, as I lay on the cold floor, unable to move from my ropes. You kick me in the gut and blood comes out of my mouth. When I catch my breath, I see the boy smile and pull his leg back to kick me. Something in his eyes terrifies me. This is the moment he changes into a monster like you. UGGHHH. He kicks me with unbelievable force in my chest. I am shocked by the power he has at his tender age. Blood drips from my mouth onto the floor and he reaches down and rubs my face in it. I can see the evil in his eyes. He is loving this.
I plead with my eyes and shake my head trying to convince him this is wrong, and to run away. My horror is obvious and this makes you very pleased. I want you to spare the boy, I dont want you to be able to cultivate your cruelty into another person. But its too late. He has seen too much. He has a taste for blood, and nothing will stop his progression now. The boy gets on his knees, and while I still plead NO with my eyes, he shoves his little hard cock into my bloody mouth. I close my eyes, and then close my lips around his evil little cock.
I open my eyes when I feel the cum coursing towards my mouth. The boy is laughing at me, his eyes are black, and he shoots his demon cum deep in my bloody face. I can see the pride on your face, and I know now that my torment will never end.
Bloody Phone Sex with Stephanie
Blood, blood everywhere, but not a drop to drink… You have been bleeding me for months now. Collecting my precious life liquid in your metal machine. The time is almost here to perform your ultimate experiment. I am severely anemic, but alive. You bled me slowly enough over these past weeks to make sure I was too weak to try to run, but still strong enough to be aware of your master plan.
My skin is pale white, my gums are white. My eyes are sunken into my head. There is barely enough pressure inside me to keep me awake. I gave up trying to move weeks ago. My body is almost numb, it just tingles every so often. Or maybe thats my imagination.
The dirty needles and tubes scatter the floor. I am so cold, laying naked and drained on your cold metal table. My thoughts are not clear, and I hallucinate most of my days. But every time you come in the room, my body reponds. I crave the needles now. I crave the feeling as you drain my red love. The butterflies in my stomach, as I lose just enough blood, make me feel sick and good at the same time.
I see you wheel your machine over to the table where I lay. There is a clear window on the front, and I can see pints of my own blood preserved inside. The color is so beautiful. The machine is humming, keeping the temperature correct, no doubt.
You take out your scalpel and tell me its time to fill me back up. You have enough of my blood to fill me up, and then fill me even more until my heart explodes. You pop a hole in my inner thigh, and insert the tube from the machine. You flick a switch, as I watch helplessly. The machine kicks on and blood surges through the tube towards my leg. Ohhhh myyyyy goddddd, the feeling of the blood being pumped back into my veins makes me piss all over myself. The feeling of life being forced into my veins, gagging me with the copper taste that seems to be coming from nowhere.
You kick the machine into a higher gear, I can see the blood leaving the machine and pumping into my body. I feel so alive…. but then something is wrong. I start to swell. You are pumping too much and you just laugh at my surprise. You continue to pump and I feel pressure all over. I am going to burst from my own blood! My head aches, my limbs are swollen and my heart is pumping so hard its the only thing I can hear.
You flick the level to the highest level, and the blood courses even harder into my tiny body. I can feel pops inside as my vessels burst, and I know I am filled with blood. I choke as blood comes out of my mouth and then POP my eyes go next, spewing my red blood all over me and you. My heart tries to keep up, tries to keep pumping, but it finally cannot take anymore, and bursts right out of my chest….
Bloddy Phone Sex Fantasies
I have always wondered what it would be like to be a man. It is an obsessive thought the fills my mind and consumes me often. a few nights ago I had a dream and I knew I had to live it out and finally I would be a man, well kind of. I set out and found myself a cute little couple. You know the innocent, new love in their eyes kind. All holding hands and googly eyed. Sickening really, but perfect for what I wanted to do. Befriending and drugging them to get them home was easier then ever. Watching them all drugged up and tied to either side of a huge tree, I sat sharpening my favorite set of knives. My cunt getting wetter by the minute waiting for them to come to and the games to begin. Finally their eyes began to flutter and my heart skipped a beat as my cunt lips released some it’s juices. Getting up I approached them and delighted at the terror in their eyes. “Will you do anything I ask?” the nod of confirmation was not a surprise. “Will you fuck him for me and cum all over his cock?” Again the nod of confirmation. Walking around I grabbed her face, kissing her hard on the lips while cutting her clothes off her body, making sure to draw blood. Standing there naked and afraid, shivering, I delighted in the sight of it all. I grabbed her cunt hard and spat in her face. “This is about to be stuffed full of his dick and you show me how much you enjoy every bit of it.” Going to her young lover I cut his clothes off as well, again making sure to draw blood. I then untied him, naked with a soft cock, we stood in front of her. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth coaxing his cock until it was fully erect. Then I took a metal rod and shoved it all the way up his fucking pee hole insuring that it didn’t go soft again. His scream sent waves of erotic shots through my body. I lead him to the woods out of her site and there is where the fun began. I gutted him and skinned him and then literally crawled in his skin. Cutting off his hands so mine could be exposed I sewed the front of his body closed over my body, his dick still hard from the rod that was inserted in it, blood covering my naked body, my flesh touching the still warm inside of his flesh. I went to her then and untied her, fucking her hard with his cock. She was horrified and crying, but tried to act like she liked it in an effort to save her own skin (no pun intended) Of course it was futile. I took her life too and spent the night in his flesh, cumming over and over while I rubbed my cunt threw his skin with one hand and jacked his ever hard cock with the other.
Bloody Phone Sex: Meeting Vamp Clarissa
I recently made a new friend of sorts; her name is Clarissa and she claims to be a vampire. I came across her one night in the alley, standing over a lifeless, bloody body. I watched in silence as she devoured blood; but, I was curious as to why she wasn’t taking the meat to eat later. I followed her; and, before she opened the door to her house, she turned around and demanded that whoever was following her show her/himself. I waited, thinking she was crazy; but, no, she really knew that I was there. I stepped out from the bushes; and, as I moved in closer, I noticed an eerie (but not unattractive glow to her skin). She invited me inside; I put my hand on the handle of the switchblade that was in my pocket. I didn’t really know what to think of her, but I would not be caught off guard.
She asked if I wanted anything to drink, but I told her that I was fine. She said, “Suit your self,” and she pulled out a vile of red liquid that I knew was blood…because of its distinct smell that I knew so well. She began sipping, telling me that her hunger had finally calmed down but that she needed to make sure it completely tapered off so she could get some work done. Her skin looked pasty with a yellow tint; and, when she smiled, I saw the distinctive fangs that everyone imagines when they hear the word “vampire.” But, I also knew that many people were having cosmetic surgery to look like vampires, too.
I listened as she told me about her previous life and how she easily worked as a computer technician from home, making tons of money that she never spent on food or other stupid things that humans required. I wasn’t sure if I believed all of what she said; but, she was entertaining enough to keep around for a little bit. I figured, though, one day, I’d have to find out if she immortal after all.
TrailBLAZING
Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . .
Crimson Part 3
I sat watching the whore for over three hours… now that I had her I was beginning to wonder if my original plan was good enough. The hard part was over, I already had her in my dungeon and her friend had been so drunk that she probably would think that her friend disappearing was just a dream… until it’s too late that is. The little slut is starting to wake up. Perfect. Just in time too, I don’t like to start playing until my victim has fully understood that they are not leaving alive and true fear begins to set in. She starts by looking confused, an understandable reaction in my opinion, one moment she’s on walking home from an epic night of partying and the next the she knows she can’t move her limbs and she’s in a dark room.
I slowly rise myself out of the chair in the corner of the room and move into the dim light emanating from the surgical light above the gurney. I smirked and she frowned, looking confused for a moment until I raised my fingers into her line of sight. It wasn’t my hand that scared her but rather when was in my hand; a nice, shiny new scalpel. I slowly drug the flat side of the blade along her cheek and down the valley between her supple breasts… As I made the very first cut just above her stomach a bit of beautiful crimson blood blossomed like an elegant rose on her white dress. I don’t know why she’s screaming… doesn’t she know no one can hear her in my soundproof stone dungeon?
Fun in the Tropics
I love going on vacation so much… especially when that vacation takes me to places like South Africa and the Congo. I was doing some research on dengue hemorrhagic fever. It’s a deadly tropical disease caused by the Dengue virus. Because there is no commercial vaccine for the disease, and because there are so many variations of the virus I took the time to set up my own little lab in the Congo in order to play around with it. The characteristic symptoms of dengue are sudden-onset fever, headache (typically located behind the eyes), muscle and joint pains, and a rash. I was looking forward to taking some mosquitoes home with me as well. Dengue virus is primarily transmitted by Aedes mosquitoes, particularly A. aegypti. These mosquitoes usually live between the latitudes of 35° North and 35° South below an elevation of 1,000 metres (3,300 ft). They typically bite during the day, particularly in the early morning and in the evening, but they are able to bite and thus spread infection at any time of day all during the year. Other Aedes species that transmit the disease include A. albopictus, A. polynesiensis and A. scutellaris. I had my work cut out for me, but it would be worth it when I get to see the looks of terror when I kidnap several pregnant women and make them kill each other in an attempt to save their unborn brats…
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Forced to Be an Accomplice
I have been very ill for a few days now. Deathly ill. High fever, vomiting, shitting myself, skin lesions… My Master has taunted me the entire time and refused me the medical treatment I need. I thought I had the flu; even toyed with the notion I had the zombie virus. But today, my Master informed me he injected me with an infectious virus to force my hand. He gave me Ebola. This disease kills thousands fast in third world countries. He told me he has the antidote to prevent my death, but I must be willing to do anything for him. I looked at him with blood running out my eyes and said, “Anything for you Master.”
He then tied me to his rack he use to torture me with. My skin smelling putrid and my flesh falling off my bones, he tortures me further. I am about as near death as I have ever been. I tell Master I want to live so I can continue to serve and please him. I beg him to tell me the conditions to save my life. I promise to do anything. He tells me I must agree to hunt young flesh with him. I am getting to old to keep giving him new ones to destroy, so now I must agree to go on the hunt outside our family for fresh meat. He loves to torture tight little holes and not only are my holes no longer tight, but he has ruined the holes of the precious young things I have given him. He says, “Flesh for your flesh.”
I have never minded the horrible things Master has done to me in the past. I have taken every sick, twisted, painful thing with a smile. But I always resisted making others suffer my agony. I have refused to be his willing accomplice, but now, here I am dying. Do I have a choice? If I agree to be his sadistic accomplice and bring him fresh, tight, young holes to ruin, I will live; my beautiful body will be restored. I have no choice. I want to live. Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin…..
What cruel and unusual lengths will you take, to make me your evil accomplice?
Snuff phone sex: Near Escape
The ex-husband, who had solicited my help to snuff his wife, hadn’t heeded my warnings. He had insisted on just tying her hands with rope that he brought (apparently it had some kind of sentimental meaning to him). But, the evil bitch had chewed through the dainty rope, which looked much like an accessory to a wedding gown, and fled. So, when we returned to the basement after a heated argument about him not following my directives, she was gone. There was no exit in the dungeon; and, she had not come upstairs; so, we decided that she had to be somewhere in the large basement. This is precisely why I do not take on clients from friends!
I thought about one moment; and the next moment, I was in action. I ran upstairs and locked the door to the basement. I’d let them fight it out. I made myself comfortable in my library, where my surveillance cameras were catching all the movements downstairs. And there she was: hiding in a small crevice where the basement tunnel turns a little. She had nowhere to go, and she knew that now. Her macho ex was pounding on the door, angry and impatient for me to return. I just scoffed at him. I smiled as I noticed the reflection of a shiny object that hit the camera; the woman had a razor blade that I had set on the table.
The stupid buffoon of a man was charging forth, armed with only his anger. He searched for the woman, probably expecting her to be cowered somewhere and crying. But, I could see her head tilt; she heard his footsteps. I leaned closer to the monitor; when he rounded the corner, she lunched at him from behind so that the blade struck his neck. She struggled to free the blade and then continued stabbing him. She stood there for a long time and then dropped the blade as if she knew she’d be okay.
I quietly unlocked the door and allowed her to stumble, bloody and sweaty, into the upper level of the house. I told her that I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen; she fell on me and cried. “Yes, I know. Kam is such an asshole. He used you, too, and threatened you. I know.” I acted sympathetic; she didn’t even reach for the door. She was so close to the outside world. But, alas, as she pulled away from me with a smile, I sliced her throat. The blood trickled and then gushed. I had thought about torturing her, but I did enjoy the look in her eyes as she died. She knew: she had nearly escaped.