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Stalking Blair

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She was at the local coffee shop on her way to the next-door bakery. She had luscious red curls and thick, juicy thighs. She was the perfect body type for one of my cannibal friends, but she was a little older than co-ed age; regardless, she provided the perfect opportunity to hone stalking skills. Her day patterns were easy and consistent.  But, her night patterns were changing. She cautiously made her way to an abandoned building; her car and two more were hidden in the brush of the dilapidated building. Any stalker’s footsteps would be barely audible because of the echoing of their voices and their own movements along the creaky floor.

Around the corner, her bare, porcelain rump was in the air. She was gagged and both men stood on opposite sides of her. They began ridiculing her for being so fat, so plump; and, they yelled obscenities at her for being a whore who was about to receive her just desserts.  She seemed to be begging for her release, but she wasn’t very convincing. The little whore was enjoying the scene, which was apparent as one of the guys mocked her sloppy wet cunt. One of the other men took off the gag and slapped her face, instructing her to beg for them to fuck all of her nasty holes. One pulled her head back by her hair and grunted, “It’s not like your fantasy, is it, pussycat?!” She began to cry but she was enjoying it all.

One man shoved the handle of a hammer inside her cunt and then proceeded to force his cock inside her asshole. The other man placed a contraption in her mouth that kept her teeth spread open and he pushed his cock inside her mouth. “Don’t bite me, or you’ll be sorry, bitch.” She nodded. After the men were through shooting their cum on her, they whipped her and kicked her. She struggled to get up after they left; she was bloodied, bruised, and saturated with cum.  This little cunt had some wicked fantasies that she was exploring; and, anyone who watched the scene would’ve wondered how far she would go to have those desires satiated.

Babysitter and the Man Upstairs

I started babysitting for this new family in the area a few weeks ago. Everything seemed to be going good. They had two little ones. They were adorable. I knew this would be easy money. Just get to sit around the house all day and watch them. Everything was going good. Until that one night. I had just put the brats to bed. I was downstairs in the living room sitting in front the T.V watching a good movie. My cell rang and it was an unknown number. I answered and it was the hot guy from school that I had a crush on. I couldn’t believe he was calling me, me of all people? I was so excited. We talked for a hour and then the house phone rang. I told him I’d have to get back up with him about that date. I answered the house phone and it just felt weird before anyone said anything on the other line. The hair on my arms and back of my neck stood up. It was a strange man with a raspy voice. He started asking me all these questions. At first I thought it was someone from school playing a joke so I went with it. I started to get freaked out so I hung up. Then he’d call back. Asking more personal questions. I had come to realize it wasn’t a joke. This was seriously a creepy man. The phone rang again, and he asks a question that made me feel like the air had been knocked out of me. He asked me when was the last time I’ve checked on the little ones and if I have been checking on them. Granted it had been a while, but what could they get into while they are sleeping. I’m so freaked out I call the police. They said they’d do their best to trace the call and call back and let me know.

 

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With what seemed like hours, but really only minutes, the phone rang and I almost jumped out of my skin. They made my heart drop with the next few sentences that they said. They informed me that the call was coming from inside of the house. That I needed to get the little ones and get out as soon as possible. I froze and the phone fell from my hand. As I’m rounding the corner to head into the living room, I see red and blue lights flashing through the windows. I run to the front door and let them in and they come rushing in. I point them to the stairs and we’re all running up to the little ones room. Soon as we get into the door, my hair is standing up again. The same feeling I got when the stranger was on the phone. I look to the left and see a shadow of a man jumping out the window to the tree and down he went. One of the officers turned on the lights and what I saw I will never forget. It was too late, the little ones had been brutally murdered. There was blood every where. Written in blood on the wall above their beds was, “You’re mine”. Was he talking about me? I don’t even know this man. What did he want from me? I didn’t care if cops was all over the house. I had to get outside and get fresh air, and a smoke. I went to the dark side of the house so they wouldn’t see me smoking. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking and getting that brutal image out of my head. What did they go through? Did they feel any pain? I heard leaves and branches crackle behind me. As I turned to see, a hand came over my mouth and started dragging me into the shadows.

 

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I was tied and blind folded with tape across my mouth. I was taken to a basement. I only realized this once my blindfold was gone. The man had an evil smirk on this face. I was thrown onto the bed and tied up. He stripped his clothes off and pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. I’ve been waiting for this he said. He rammed his hard cock roughly inside my cunt. I tried to scream out but he covered my mouth. He said I’d have plenty of time to scream later. Once he was done pounding my fuck box he got off and went to his phone. I could hardly hear what he was saying. I knew that he was talking to someone he was telling to come over and bring friends. I guess I must of passed out because I woke up to 4 men surrounding me. They were shoving foreign objects inside of me. I can’t describe the pain, anything they could their hands on. Rolling pin, cucumber, their fist. I was being stretched more then I could take, I was fading in and out. Screaming and crying. I was fucked in all my holes, over and over again. That was a few weeks ago. I managed to escape when he got drunk and forgot to tie me back up. I didn’t fight it when he fucked me. I made sure it was what he wanted and tired his drunk ass out. I ran as fast as I could. Naked, scared and alone. Bruised, broken and in pain. I don’t go outside anymore. I don’t look out my window. I wont even babysit. I still to this day have not seen or talked to the little ones family. I haven’t even used my phone. I am scared of my own shadow and I can’t forget what all those men have done to me. They still haven’t been caught.

Approaching Storm

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Urban legend has it she comes when you are sleeping. You don’t suspect it but while you’re cozy and snug in your bed you’re awaiting your death. The one catch is, she comes when she feels like it. This once loophole makes people walk on egg shells hoping she doesn’t see something in you that pisses her off. Legend has it her father was the one who turned her into this sick torture freak. When her daddy pierced her nipples instead of crying and begging for mercy, she begged for more. When he branded her, instead of trying to run, she became his whore. Supposedly, he taught her by example on how to be cruel and heartless. Now, she is a pro on how to drag out the hurt and cum from any type of pain. I never believed in urban legends but this one sends chills up my spine. Being a black pain slut I’d love to see what Storm had in store for me. Pain is always painful but it always makes my pussy drip too.  Looking back on your past couple weeks, should you be preparing for the approaching Storm?

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The Devils Tramping Ground

 

torture phonesex karmaSome say it’s an Urban Legend, others swear it is the real deal. Either way I am about to find out for myself. I am on my way to North Carolina and a little place called The Devils Tramping Ground. I have read all about it and it is perfect for a camping vacation. So I am packing up my camping gear and headed out to a little patch of woods in a forest close to Bennett, North Carolina. Where there is a 40 foot circle of land that is barren. Nothing grows there at all. It is said that animal carcasses are found all around the out side of the circle and have been sacrificed to the Devil. It is also said that if something is put inside the circle, the next day it is found outside the circle. But the reason I am going is that it is said that if you dare spend the night within the circle, you will see the Devil as he patrols and protects his plot of land. That men who have stayed the night there have been committed to mental institutions, unable to live with the terror of what they have seen in the dark of the night with in the circle. It drives sane men mad with insanity. It is the perfect vacation for me and my evil cunt is dripping with desire to be there and spend not one night but the whole weekend camping right there in the middle of that circle with the devil himself in all his dark and evil glory! As for the fear of being driven mad…..well loves, I am already very much insane and I like it that way!torture phonesex devil

Killer Phone Sex with Blair: The Legend of the Hook Man

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My best friend called me to tell me she had heard a news flash about an escaped mental patient from the nearby insane asylum. According to the news, he has a hook for one of his hands and is considered unstable and highly dangerous. He had been in Briarwood for 40 years for killing young couples being naughty in cars on lookout point. I told Sherri that was pure urban legend and she had just been punked by someone. I insisted I was fine and not scared. I was not going to let some silly practical joker prevent me from a hot date with my youngest son. I was driving out to our local lovers’ lane to meet him. My husband is home so we can’t fuck in my bed tonight; we were both so horny we decided to fuck in our town’s little lovers’ lane area under the moonlight.

I get there early and he is not there yet, which is odd. He is usually waiting for me naked. I try to text him, but I have no cell reception. Suddenly, I hear a loud thumping on the roof of my car. I’m thinking, my son is trying to scare me. I get out the car, and I’m horrified to see a man with a hook, sitting on the roof of my car with what appears to be a severed head. I scream and start to run, but he throws the head at me, knocking me down. Oh my god, the head belongs to my baby boy. I’m in shock, crying hysterically. I even vomit. I try to get up, when I feel this intense pain in my back and blood trickling down my spine. I’ve been impaled with the hook and this mad man is dragging me through the mud and grass like a dead deer. I can barely move the pain is unbearable. As he is dragging me, my flesh is getting ripped from my body; I’m starting to choke on my own blood; and I’m getting cut further by rocks and glass on the ground. I start praying I will die soon; and be with my lover, my son.

But, no; I am not as lucky as my son to be dead. This crazed hook man drags me into a little cabin hidden in the woods and ties me to a rack. Already bleeding and near death, he begins to taunt me with his nasty hook. He never says a word to me, but scrapes his hook on the wall creating a horrible sound. I actually peed on myself because I was that scared. He is impervious to my screams, my pleas, my tears. I can’t get him to release me, or tell me why? Suddenly, he leaves the room and for a moment and I think I reached him; he is gonna spare my life. No.  He comes right back with some torture device, flips me over this saw horse looking thing and starts anally torturing me. Then he starts cutting me with his hook. The pain was unbearable. I kept coming in and out of consciousness. Then, the coup d’état; he shoves the hook up my pussy, turning it as he shoved it in me deeper and deeper. He is scraping my insides, gutting me like a pig through my pussy and ass. I lay there like an animal just killed; bleeding on the floor, feeling my insides pool on the ground below me, gasping for my last breath, dying a slow and painful death.

I should have listened to my best friend. The Hook Man is real, so very very real….killer phone sex torture murder

Humans can lick too

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That brat next door has really pissed me off this time… her and that fucking dog of hers. I am up most nights working and all I can hear, all day long while I try to sleep, is that fucking mutt barking. I have told her over and over and she just laughs and tells me that I can’t do anything to her because her parents would make my life hell and just to deal with her doggy. Does this little cunt know who she is talking to?

That was the last straw, so I tried to think of many things I could do with her and her fucking mangy mutt. I noticed her parents were out most nights, so I put a hidden camera in the window of the bitches bedroom. I watched her for a few days and what I noticed reminded me of an urban legend I had heard as a small one “Humans can lick too”. While this little cunt sleeps, her doggy licks her hand that is draped over the side of the bed. He sleeps there next to her like a good protector while her parents are not home.

Getting my hands on that dog will be easy. I just played real nice and brought my neighbors some treats. I gave her just a bit to help her sleep while I fixed her mutt. And just like in the story, it was perfect.

Little Mary awoke to a dripping faucet, got up and shut it off. When she returned to bed, she felt a tongue licking her hand. Again a bit later, she woke to a dripping faucet, and again shut it off, returned to a nice friendly licking. This happened several times through the night, each time ending with her hand being licked, she felt safe, and fell asleep. But eventually she could not find the source of the drip .. turned on the lights of the kitchen.. and noticed the sound coming from her cupboard..

Upon opening the cupboard, to her horror was her precious fucking barking mutt’s head, cut off.. dripping blood with a note written in the dog’s blood : Humans can lick too!

She screamed and turned around, I greeted her with a lick…..

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Teenage Hide

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I was visiting a friend who has his own farm of sorts; he keeps a cage of young girls for his sexual pleasure…usually three at a time. But, the ones that he had were getting a little too old and starting to menstruate. We were having a beer and fantasizing about what to do with them. I told him that we should round them up like the cattle they were; he was so intrigued with the idea that he got up and began setting the plan in motion. He came back from the shed with two cattle prods and explained how to use them: clench the handle to ignite the iron at the end. At sunset, he rolled the cages out into a small gated area and released the girls. They ran in the dark, falling down on each other, as we laughed at their pathetic attempts to change their fate. One even tried to crawl over the fence but she was too weak and collapsed, spraining her ankle. We joined in the fun, poking them with the prods; I caught one in the buttock and held it for long enough to sear her flesh. I got tired of hearing the one girl with a sprained ankle sobbing; so, I took the prod and jammed it into her throat. Blood spurted everywhere, but she was finally quiet. I kept ramming the metal tip into her body and watching the coal-like tip of the prod gleam. I looked over at my friend who was sadistically laughing as he jammed the prod inside the girl’s pussy, blood dripping down her legs. His hand was around her throat while he kept the other girl on the ground by pressing his boot to her throat while she watched her friend. “That’s what you get for growing up, you stupid heifer!” he grunted at her and sent the last thrust that killed the bitch. As one last hurrah, he made the last girl suck his cock; I noticed that she had her teeth removed and he explained he hated to be bitten anywhere. Then, I had the pleasure of beating the girl while she gummed and sucked his dick; she was probably thinking she would survive if she did a good job. What an idiot! I put down the prod and chose a nearby whip. I lashed at her back and buttocks; I loved watching her wince as she tried to maintain sucking my friend’s cock. When he shot his load all over her face, he pulled her up by the hair and slit her throat. We dumped their bodies in the creek because we thought it was fitting, confident that the wildlife would finish the job we had started; but we took a few pieces of their hide to make into blankets.

The Hellcats Reunion

It’s that time of year again and the Hellcats are going to fuck up the town and paint it red. I have a super special treat for my fellow Hellcats, oh how we love some good unholy fun! I stroll into the church at the corner, it’s about 11pm and there’s a full moon. Inside I start gathering some of the items we’ll be needing for tonight’s “Mass”. Hurriedly I gather the holy water vials, a few of the gaudy plastic rosaries and put them around my neck six is my favorite number. Lastly I grab some candles and a bible.

Rushing out I almost forgot the key object of the night. I head to the basement of the church where I find the prize of the night still as I left him. Oh my what a mess my young priest is! Oh, did my holy man piss himself? It’s ok Father, for I will be doing a lot more sinning tonight!

Hauling my gift to the Hellcats out of the rectory where my hurse awaits I open the back door and shove him in the open coffin. Slamming the lid, “you’ll be fine oh Holy Father, I’ve just one more stop before your final destination”. Pulling up to the ER entrance my friendly surgeon awaits with a nice package for me. I peek in the box and it’s exactly what we need!

Back at the clubhouse where my sisters are waiting it’s a quarter to midnight, we better hurry. They help me with the supplies the alter is ready. Hauling our dear father out we set him on the alter where he is stripped bound and gagged. I pull out my utensils and oh the fun we are about to have!

I grab the biggest blade and love the fear in his eyes! I anoint his cock with holy water and we all take turns cutting at his cock and balls mmm castration at its finest!

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Silly Cunt

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I made the mistake of addressing my new master by his real name the other day. I didn’t mean to but when he had me tied down and was spanking me it just slipped out. I know that I’m a stupid coon and nobody likes me so for me to even be that foolish was unacceptable. Master punished me by making me take my long French tips and dig them deep into my big nipples. He watched me squirm and ordered me to go harder when he didn’t see any blood. My nails dug deeper and deeper until I heard my skin break and begin to leak. Blood flowed down my stomach as I began to cry. “That’s right nigger” he said in approval. The worst was soon to come when he made me humiliate myself over and over again with slaps to the face. I had to bear slap after slap as each hit burned my cheek more than the last. He made me slap myself and say, “I’m a stupid nigger and nobody likes me”. I started to sob from the pain and master loved the sound of a crying bitch in pain and that’s what made me do everything he told me to do. I fear that if I say no he will do it himself and I will have absolutely no control over the situation. He vigorously rubbed my twat that wastaboo phone sex layla (2) pooled with a mixture of wetness and blood. It felt so good but I had already fucked up once and didn’t want to cum before master allowed me. I held back my orgasm and screamed from the pain and the pleasure. Master always cums first and it excited me when he blew his load up my nose and made me choke on it. In the back of my mind all I could think about was being able to cum but first I had to stop coughing. It shot up my nose then down my throat giving me the weirdest feeling. I couldn’t get his sticky load out of my nose fast enough. After catching my breath he demanded his nigger to make herself cum. I rubbed my clit as fast and as hard as I could. My life sucked in every aspect I needed to escape even if it was for only ten seconds. That’s when it hit me.. a wave of pleasure washed over me and I enjoyed being swept away with pleasure. Only a stupid black cunt like myself would think I would be given the time to enjoy that moment. I was snapped out of it with a hard slap to the face. “Clean yourself up bitch” master said leaving me there a bloody mess.

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Drugged and Fucked Up

Feeling a strange tingling sensation wash over me I find myself nude and bound in a rundown efficiency apartment. My body is numb and I am unable to talk as though I am fully paralyzed but fully aware. My eyes can move and I see water stained walls and torn wallpaper. There appears to be things moving on the walls and ceiling. I see strange dirty men, like street people huddling around the tiny kitchen where the entrance is. Then to my horror I see a black man a junkie come towards me with a huge syringe.

That was the last thing I recall prior to being completely comatose. Upon awakening I see a strange man pulling a blanket over me and smiling down. “You looked cold laying there” is all he said and he left the apartment. I start to feel nauseous and able to move. I try sitting up as I see a bathroom to my right. But wait what is that sticky stuff all over me? Looking down at my body, to my horror I see blood all over me, between my legs my arms, my chest! Panic sets in and I try to throw my legs over the edge of the bed. I step down and feel a shooting pain in my belly.

Making it into the bathroom, I look in the mirror and see blood smeared with semen all over me. My arms are covered with cuts and needle marks. I crouch down and start crying, as I haven’t seen the man that owned me currently. I was just purchased by him at the last auction. What day is it? I feel like I have been in a drug stupor for days. I feel dirty used and broken. As I am crunched down feeling my demise upon me I feel a leather hand on my shoulder.

Well Geneva, you have been such a good slave for me but my time is nearly up and we must get you back to the auctions. Shuddering as I stood he had some clean towels and a washcloth he started to pull a bath in a filthy tub crawling with roaches. I try backing out, but there was another man blocking the entrance. I was directed to get into the tub and he preceded to wash me. As he worked the soapy cloth over my wounds he smiled he poured more pink liquid from a turquoise container on the cloth and continued to relish in my discomfort.

You were a very good slut doll for all my clients Geneva. I hope your enjoying your time south of the border. I know my clients have enjoyed your listless white fleshed fuck toy to abuse and fuck for 3 days straight. But I regret to tell you that you are no longer clean. He laughed a evil hoarse laugh your going to be jonesing for a fix real soon little lady. I’m not worried I’ll get you across the border and dump you at the auction house like a bag of garbage. You were real good taking all that black cock. You bled real nice when they ripped you open stuffing your holes until white girls pussy started stretching good.

I will be sure to tell them at the auction that you are a real good to go for more extreme gang bangs.

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