I just met the most wicked, twisted and evil man ever. My nipples are hard as rocks and cum is dripping down the inside of my thighs at an alarming rate. I can’t stop the fire burning in my veins and the arousal that he has stirred inside me. I spent the afternoon learning of his glorious torture methods and his wicked ways. I have never met anyone that has a larger body part collection then I do. He loves breasts. He has every size, shape and color. All floating in jars of formaldehyde. Dancing gracefully in the liquid when I picked them up to get a closer look. Then he took me to his latest victim. A beautiful young thing with long blonde hair. He showed me the hook that he inserts into the base of the spine, paralyzing his girls so they can’t run, but can still feel every minute of his torture. Like me he loves hearing them cry and beg and taking them to the disconnect state when they have that glassy look in their eyes.He showed me how he loves to mutilate the breast and examine the breast tissue inside and how he loves the feel of his cock inside the breast fucking it and feeling the warm soft tissue. I like his style of titty fucking for sure! He showed me how he has learned to remove the whole vagina, uterus and all, in tact to keep for ever. I could have stayed there for ever just watching all his methods. But alas a body can only take so much before it expires and needs to be replaced.
Evil Phone Sex With A New Friend
Private Lessons
It is not that unusual for you to ask for my help. I do not mind, and once in awhile I actually participate, but when you asked me to teach someone I was a bit confused. I didn’t realize that you were for public education, considering what you do to most of the female students you happen to run across. I told you that I would be happy to help, I should of known that you meant something completely different then how you made it sound.
I went to your home and walked in like you said to. I called out for you but you didn’t answer. I did however hear some sound coming from upstairs. I went up there thinking you were being an ass and just not answering me. When I opened the door you were not there but three small ones were. This threw me off just a bit because I honestly thought you were the one making the noise.
They all looked up at me from their boxes. Their eyes were huge and pleading. They were speaking all at once but because of the gags you had in their mouths there words were muffled. All I said was “Shit.” I backed out of the room and waited for you to show up.
When you came home you had a few bags and you asked me to help you take them upstairs so we could begin our lesson. I walked into the room behind you, put the bags down, then watched as you slapped the top of the boxes one after another. You told the girls that I was there to teach them how to be good sluts. I seriously took offense at that and I punched you in the shoulder, you laughed.
One at a time you left them out of their respective boxes. I taught them how to bow, how to use their mouths to satisfy you by sitting behind them with a hat pin so that I could shove it into their sides if they didn’t follow my directions. I also held their wrists while you forcefully entered each one from behind, telling them to shut up and take it. It took awhile and by the time we left the room after placing them back into their boxes the day was over.
You asked me if I could come back tomorrow to finish up their lessons and of course I said yes. I wonder what we will be studying today, perhaps I will get to find out what were in those bags we both lugged upstairs.
Proof
I am sorry, but if you are going to drop off something for me to watch for a few hours, and those few hours turn into a few days, shit is going to happen. I mean I have stuff to do, I cannot be held captive in my own place for days on end. So I had to go out for a few hours, I had someone watch her. Now I know that maybe it wasn’t the best person in the world to have watch your tiny little thing, but at least she wasn’t alone now was she? No she was not.
Now you are mad because she became damaged. As I said earlier, shit happens. It is not my fault that you decide to go fuck some hookers and end up on a five day bender now is it? Nope. I had to leave, I needed some Mt. Dew, it was an emergency! When I came back and saw what had happened I phoned you right away but you didn’t pick up your damn phone, so I figured why not let him have a little more fun, it wouldn’t really matter at that point.
You were supposed to send proof to the guy that was paying you to deliver her over seas that she was all that you said she was touted to be. Yeah she will have some scars but who isn’t scared in some way? The cigarette burns will heal, so will the bruising. Not so sure her little pussy will ever be tight again but maybe you can give him some sort of discount. Or give him 30% off the next one or something.
So now that you are finally here, take her and get the fuck out.
A Walk On The Wild Side With Angie.
Angie is a really crazy bitch. I’ve heard a few things about her and I wanted to see what she was all about. If i’m going to try to have the best of both worlds then I need to see how a really sadistic bitch does it. So I found this stupid skank walking the dark alley’s looking for some dude to fuck to make some money to probably score so kind of drug. So I went up to her and told her I’d pay her. She got in the car and we went back to the abandoned building that we had found. Clearly no one had been here in years. It’s out in an empty field and no one around for miles. So it was perfect for what we wanted it for. When we got there Angie was already dressed and ready to play.
You could see that the little whore was getting scared, she had time to look around and see all the toys and evil little contraptions that Angie had ready and laid all over the floor. Ropes hanging down from the ceiling and a cattle prong. Even a few branders, that she had a blow torch to go with! Sarah the prostitute was ready to run and I hit her in the back of the head with a crow bar just in time. She feel limp to the ground and we drug her over to the bondage ropes and tied her arms and legs apart. I kept slapping her til she finally woke up. Her head was dripping blood and Angie was laughing at her pain.
She was telling her what a dirty whore she was and if this is what she did to make her money, we were going to get our monies worth. She took the cattle prong and started zapping Sarah’s clit, While I felt the need to make gashes on her tits. Angie said it wasn’t fun enough.. That we needed to get dirty. Really dirty. She took a dildo that she added spikes to and shoved it up Sarah’s cunt. She instructed me to slice her nipples off. I felt so much power controlling someone else instead of being the one controlled.
That night I witnessed a bunch of things I never thought was possible. Sarah also got her tits and ass branded. Her pretty little teeth got knocked out her mouth with a hammer. Her little ass got violated by all kinds of objects. It ended after hours of torture with Angie slicing the bitch’s throat and just watching it flow out.
I’d say we really got our money’s worth from that trick.
I am God
It’s hypnotic. That moment right before you attack. That single glorious moment before you take another persons life. I’ve heard that it’s different for each person; that some people hear god speaking to them or some other voice, that some hear white noise, and other hear their own heartbeat above anything else… but me? No. All I hear is whatever music is playing the the background. It’s like I just zone out and nothing is around me. It’s like I’m stuck in a single moment of time. The little whore wouldn’t stop screaming when I sliced my hand scythe into her neck and drug it all the way down into her stomach. It was over in a just a second, but that second felt like a glorious eternity when I was the absolute power. I had control over how this little whore would die. I could decide that last thing she saw, smelled, tasted, heard and felt. I am God in that moment.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Pimped Out by My Son
I was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.
Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?” I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”
They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals. Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.
After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….
How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.
Forget Me Pill
I am a good girl, I really am. I promise I am. If you look at me you can tell. Don’t I look innocent? I decided I didn’t want to be the victim last night. I decided to go out and be a bad girl! Take a walk on the wild side and see what it’s all about. See what all my friends are talking about. I have to admit, it was kind of fun. I got all sexy and had my fake ID ready; one that mommy had made up for me so I could go out with the older men.
I met up with a friend before heading to the bar to buy a few roofies. Everyone I hang with always tells me if you want to have fun with a man, the thing to do is play with him. Treat the dirty old men the way they would with us ladies. So I got the rohypnol and headed out to the bar.
I just sat at the bar, ordered me a drink and scouted the place looking for my victim. I want one that looks dominant one I’d be able to break down. But once I slip him that Forget Me Pill, I’ll be able to do whatever I want to him. I found the perfect one. I didn’t even come to him, he came to me! He sat by me at the bar, I knew he was scooping out my breast. I knew if I wanted I could have him right here and right now on this bar, but what fun would that be?
He asked me if he could buy me a drink and of course I said that was cool with me. Free drinks? That is okay with me! *giggles* Once the drinks arrive I know I’m going to have to distract him long enough that I could slip the forget me pill into his drink. Which shouldn’t be a problem with the way he has been undressing me with his eyes. I’d just perk my boobs up a little and lean over so he can get a nice good view of my tits down my shirt. I pressed up against, making my nipples hard just so he could feel them. He was totally distracted now and I just reach over and pop the pill in. Keeping him distracted so he wouldn’t see.
Once I seen that it was dissolved, I said cheers and we toasted to a fun night. Oh yes what fun I was going to have with him. I knew i didn’t have too long before it started working so I decided to ask him if he wanted to get out of here and head back to my place. The things I did to him! Tied him up and assaulted his ass. I beat him. I tortured him. its so funny, because he wont even remember it tomorrow. that’s what I love about the Forget Me Pill.
Piss Angel
He used to bring me such happiness, as most boyfriends do. Not many things other than hunting bring me joy. And I have known him all my life. He was my last reminder of the lighter side of life. I actually enjoyed life when I was with him. But that was over now. I was foolish to think I could stand in darkness and light, I had to end it. I must eliminate my enemy.
I watch from across the street, sitting silently in a bed of rotting flowers that are waiting patiently for the morning sun. The sky is a dark gray, clouds have sealed off the earth from god’s eyes. Streetlights.. one by one flicker and die. I smile to myself as I watch silently into his window.. his silhouette is joined by another, slowly pissing me off that they continue to breathe. I look over at my bag, inside are the tools I will need to bring this night to a close. Bolt cutters, splashed with congealed blood and bits of bone, perfect for removing digits. My switchblade, small and sharp, perfect for silencing voices. And tonight I will use my gun, each bullet with his name on it… carved carefully.
I decided what I wanted just then. To stand over both of them, and watch them. Breathless, bloodied.. eye sockets dry and empty. Mouth agape, tongue swollen.. scratches and chunks out of the skin. Seeing your silent screams paused in the sky. So beautiful, like a bird flying in circles. I want to reach out and take it.. put your scream in my pocket covered in blood. It will be a meal for later. I am hungry to end it, and end it now.
I started to sing to myself
I see you headless with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible
So unknown
A coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth
**Song cited : Piss Angel by Pig Destroyer**
Caught in the Act
They say that the eyes are the window into the soul, but what if the eyes are completely black? I didn’t mean to make my daddy so angry, I really didn’t. It all happened so fast, first he was yelling and then I was yelling and the next thing i know his hands were wrapped around my throat and they were squeezing…hard. All I could see were my daddy’s eyes. They were as black as midnight. He had caught me touching myself with a belt wrapped around my neck. As scarred as my daddy was making me, all I could think about was the way his fingers were working inside my dripping pussy. The combination of his rough fingers and his tight grip on my throat made me feel like I would explode at any moment! I was so scared, my daddy was squeezing my neck so hard I couldn’t breathe and then all at once stars exploded in my eyes and it was over. My daddy looked angry still, but he looked more disgusted than anything…he left my room without saying a thing.
Gothic Phone Sex with Venus: My First Taste for Blood
I’m not normally the type of girl that goes to clubs or parties. I am actually a bit of a loner because most people annoy the shit out of me. But, this girl I worked with convinced me to try a new a new Goth bar called Underworlds a few years ago. That night, that club, changed my life. The club was supposedly different from all the others in the town. It catered to the Goth crowd; more specifically the vampire obsessed subculture. I was not necessary into that, but it sounded cool; different from typical meat market crap. When I arrived, Jessie was waiting for me. When she saw me she couldn’t believe my outfit. I had on a black mini vinyl skirt, red and black plaid button up top, and fishnet tights with knee high military style lace up boots. Black lipstick. Part Goth, part Steampunk.
“Did you think I would wear jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied. At that point in time I was a tomboy. She told me I looked hot as a Goth, but no way was I as hot as her. She was gorgeous. Tall, long red hair, pale skin, legs that never ended….She had the body for her sexy little fishnet outfit that was for sure. I went to the end of the line, but Jessie said, “No I’m a member so all I have to do is show my card we are in. Everything is on me tonight.” Once inside Jessie eyed this girl wearing a PVC black leather mini dress with black leather pumps with studs on them, torn black stockings with jet black hair. Jessie took her hand and led her to a private room with all these couches. I got to tag along. I was excited. Had no idea what I was about to witness. This room had a private bar, and the bartender obviously knew Jessie and asked if she wanted her usual. She indicated yes and he brought out a big bottle of red wine with 3 glasses. Jessie paid $300 for that bottle. I’d never had wine in a bottle, let alone wine that expensive.
Jessie grabbed my hand and had me sit in a big velvet red chair, while she laid her friend on a matching chaise type chair. Jessie inquired as to how I liked the club thus far. I shared that it was really different, but I loved the crowd and the creepy hymn type music being played over the speakers. Jessie poured us each a glass of this expensive ass wine and we toasted to new experiences and broadening our horizons. We all took a sip. The wine was thick, sweet, not like wine I had ever had before, but it was yummy. Suddenly, I realized no one else but us three in the room. I asked where everyone else went, and Jessie said a private room, where we were about to head also.
I was getting oddly intoxicated fast on this scrumptious wine. The three of us walked down a dark corridor, passed other rooms. I could hear screams, moans past every door. I thought, I am at a sex club. Jessie and the girl she had picked up seemed to know their way around, even in the dim lighting. I started to get wobbly, and Jessie helped me into one of the rooms. They seemed to both have a higher tolerance for the wine than I did. We got in the room which was pitch black. I stumbled and must have passed out. Next thing I realize, I wake up and Jessie has her gal pal hanging upside down by her feet from some rafter, butt naked with a ball gag in her mouth and a spreader attached to her feet. Jessie then bit her companion on the neck hard. And while blood tricked out her neck, over her breasts, Jessie started to lick up the blood. She motioned me to come over and instructed me to bite her victim too and taste that blood. I was scared at first, but I was getting turned on. I love blood. Never tasted it, but I love to cut people and watch the blood run out of them.
As soon as I sunk my teeth into her flesh, I realized I had tasted this before. It was the bottled wine that Jessie purchased. I had been drinking this girl’s blood all night and enjoying it. I was really turned on now. As I continued to drink her crimson nectar, Jessie got on a tall stool and buried her face between her legs. I thought she was going to eat her pussy, but instead she bit that major vein in her inner thigh and we both drank her blood. I was new to drinking blood and went a little deep. Blood was spurting everywhere, like when I cut a jugular. I looked at Jessie for advice, but she was covered in blood and masturbating. I continued to drink the blood as it was so intoxicating and started to rub my pussy too. Before long I realized this girl was losing too much blood. Her skin getting paler, her breathing shallow and skin cold to the touch. I think we had damn near killed her, drained her.
I asked Jessie what to do. I was half panicked, half aroused. Well, more aroused. I had certainly cut a few folks at that point in my life, but never anyone who didn’t deserve it. I had no issue with this chick. Jessie said it was okay. We could drain her dry if we wanted because she paid to die. WTF? Paid to die? If she wanted to die, she could have paid me for the honor lol. Jessie explained to me that this club was highly exclusive and the subs and the domes paid good money for an anything goes evening. Well, I had no problem draining her now. She was a stupid cunt. Neither Jessie nor I could drink anymore, so I got out my knife, made a few incisions and we laid naked underneath her as the blood flowed out of her body and onto ours. When we were both covered in hot, sweet, sticky nectar, Jessie got out her doubled headed dildo and we fucked our brains out, coming wildly with blood all over us. My first lesbian experience too. That night was interesting to say the least. My first taste of blood, my first Goth bar, my first taste of pussy, my first death….. None of which would be my last.
I ended up returning to that bar often with Jessie. I now embrace the Goth life. I embrace drinking blood. I embrace the natural born killer in me. I am the perfect accomplice. I am the perfect deviant.