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Ring Around The Rosie

violent phonesex shadowHer name is Rosie and I got her just for you my dark and demented lover. You would have never gone and gotten her yourself. You want this but you want me to do the dirty work and that is fine with me I love doing the dirty work so that we can enjoy the pleasure of her screams together. Let’s play ring around the Rosie. Let’s surround her and rip her flesh with dthis dull blade. Watch me cover myself with her blood before pressing my bloody body against yours and giving you permission to fulfill your P – rape fantasies on her tight, bald pussy. My cunt is twitching and quivering knowing that you are going to be ruthless just for me and that your dick will fill me once it is bloody and satisfied by the dark desires with in you. Our pleasure is her pain, just as it should be.

No One Knows

On a hot summer night I offered my throat

to the monster with the red roses.

He offered me his mouth, teeth,  and hunger.

I knew he would starve without me.

 

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning,

there was fog crawling over the sand.
When you listen to my heart,

you hear my terror churning.
I see the bloody shards cutting
through my trembling hands.

You were licking your lips
with your scissors shining.
you were dying just to take your  taste.
We were kneeling together in a puddle of blood
and by the the light of the moon.
You knew there wasn’t a moment to waste.

You hold my throat and my knees grow weak.
As my body gets prepared for the ground.
I’m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can’t seem to make any sound.

Then you cut my tongue right out of my mouth.
All the while you were still fucking me.
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I see that you’re beginning to grin.
We’re finally alone and you can do what you want.
The night is young
And Ain’t no-one gonna know where I am
No-one gonna know where I am….

Dreaming or Scheming

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It was dark, and I could hear footsteps outside of my door, assuming it was my dad, or some of his friends, I went to turn the lights on and pull my top off. May as well just get ready for the fucking that normally happens. I stopped in my tracks as I glanced around, taking notice rather quickly that something about my room was very off. My bed was at center, no sheets, one pillow, metal frame, the room itself, was barren, all except for what looked to be a man sitting slumped in the corner.
“Hey!” I called out, going to grab his shoulder, to see if he was ok. He didn’t move, so I tried to pull him back, “You drunk or some-”.
I was cut off by the shock that caught in my throat, he fell backwards, the entire front of his body covered in blood, a chunk missing out of his throat, parts of his arms ripped apart.
I wasn’t sure how to feel, something about it didn’t seem real, like I couldn’t put together that there was actually a dead person in my very empty bedroom! I went to the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge, so the window was my next option. That’s when I got a look at my reflection.
He wasn’t the only bloody one.
It was all over my face, smeared and dried on my cheeks and lips.
I stumbled back, going to the door again, pounding on it, screaming for my daddy to let me out, but the door swung open, knocking me back.
The guy that came in was one of my dad’s work friends, Rick was his name, he towered over me, and when he grabbed my face with those big gruff hands of his something so strange happened, I didn’t go limp or cry like normal, I stood when he pulled me up, and as he started to take his massive cock out, I kissed his neck.
He seemed pretty happy about that for a few moments, grabbing my panties and yanking them off of me. I shoved him to the bed and for some reason… I felt so strong, because he just fell back onto his ass.
I straddled him, my fingers going to my already slick cunt as I pressed down on the cock, being filled up by him immediately as he grabbed my hips and yanked me down. I rode him like that cock was carved out for me by the gods. I don’t know how many times I came, but when he started slapping me around, I grabbed his hands with my sudden brute strength, holding them at his sides as I went from kissing him to biting him.
I remember it being his lips first, the way my teeth went through them so smoothly, I could taste his blood, and his pain. Something about the feeling was breathtaking.
He was trying to get me off of him by then, but there was no way I was giving up a good cock in my cunny just because of a little… split lip.
I kept fucking that dick, kissing and biting more at his face until the feeling of pumping blood from his neck called to me, and rather than spitting out the chunk of flesh that time, I swallowed.
That’s when I realized how hungry I was.
I kept eating him, even after I finished fucking him, I ripped his skin apart, throat torn the last few raspy breaths of his life stuck in my head like a song on repeat.
Ever bite I took, it still felt like I wanted more.
Then the door opened again.
It was time to see who was next.
That was, of course, until I woke up.
God, I was so hungry when I woke up.

Mutilation Phone Sex with Blair: Broomstick Anal GangBang

mutilation phone sex rough analFor Halloween, I am always a sexy witch. I got the pointy hat, broomstick and sexy witch’s outfit. My son and I were going to a party at a  friend of his house, so I wanted to look extra hot. The party was fun; lots of cute boys and wicked party favors. I was doing lines of coke all night and slinging back the Jager bombs. After a while, I became cognizant, even in my doped up stupor, that I was the only female left. I actually thought that was a good thing. I believed I was going to get gangbanged. I got gangbanged all right, but not by cocks.

My son dragged me down to the basement of his friend’s house and tied me up, bent me over with my ass totally exposed. I still thought I was going to get cock. I could see the guys lining up, but none had their cocks out. They each were holding a broom stick, with my son holding the one I brought to the party. I was going to be sodomized by broom handles. One by one they approached me and shoved a broom handle up my ass repeatedly. No lube or nothing. Just rough anal torture. I was crying. I could feel blood running out my ass. I think my insides were even getting stirred up. The pain was excruciating. My ass was being mutilated by broomsticks. I was crying, begging for them to stop, but they only listened to my son, my Master who was telling them to go harder, deeper and faster. My ass would never be the same again.

After hours of anal torture, it was my son’s turn. He said he saved the best for last. He kissed my mouth then rammed my broomstick up my ass so hard I puked from the pain. He shoved it in and out for a good 20 minutes. When he pulled out the broom handle from my ass, it was covered in blood and shit. He made me suck it clean.  I had to suck my bloody, shitty broom stick in front of all his friends who had participated in my anal violation.

When I had spit shined that broomstick, my son released me. He made me bend over and look in a mirror to see the damage to my ass. I had a complete rectal prolapse.  My asshole looked like a rose. It was bright red, and inside out. I have had rough anal before, even two cocks in my ass at a time, and been fisted, but nothing hurt more than being sodomized by broomsticks. I had to crawl upstairs, bleeding, nauseated , humiliated and in pain. My son and his friends just laughed.

When I asked if I could go home and tend to my wounded ass, my son slapped me, and said, “Silly mommy. That was just foreplay. The night is still young.”

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Broomstick Punishment

He was just the clean-up crew. He took care of us girls and the basement dungeon where we were kept. He wasn’t kind, but at least he wasn’t cruel. He swept the dirt floor, picking up the teeth and bones that our Master would leave behind. He polished the steel tables, and kept Master’s tools clean. He never spoke much, but sometimes would glance at us as he threw what little food we got through the bars of our cages.

But today, everything changed. One of the newer girls, who still hadn’t lost her tongue to Master’s knife, began to beg the old man to let her out of her cage. The rest of us looked on in horror, knowing if Master even heard any of us speak there would be hell to pay. He was somewhere upstairs, and there was no way to tell what he could hear.  She continued to beg him, showing him her tits and her cunt, and promising him she would let him fuck her if he would just unlock the lock.

At first he ignored her, and went on about his work, but then I saw his old cock rise in his pants. She saw it too, and reached through the cage bars to carress it. He took his ring of keys and actually let her out. She stayed on the dirt floor and took his cock out and put it in her mouth. No one said a word, we just all watched in amazement. She sucked his cock and then took him over to the table and bent over. The old man stuck his cock deep inside and began fucking her. I know she thought she was free, but she took too long in her escape plan.

Seconds later, Master appeared, and as he took in what he was seeing, he went balistic. He grabbed the old man and threw him to the ground. He grabbed his slave whore and the closest thing he could find – a broomstick – and began beating her with it. She fell to the ground in a puddle of blood, taking the blows as she fell unconscious. Blood flew everywhere, and he beat her and kicked her until she was snuffed out. Then he turned his attention to the old man. The old cleaning guy just lay there terrified, hands above his face.

Master walked over, grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to his washing bin. He took the old man’s head and shoved it under the bleach water, drowning him. The old man was no match for Master, and succumbed easily to the choking bleach water. Master let go and as the old guy gasped for his last breath, Master took the bloody broomstick and shoved it so far up the man’s ass that it came out his mouth. The sound was horrifying, and blood was everywhere.

With no one left to clean up, Master left both their bodies there for us to see. They are a constant reminder of what happens if we try to escape his dungeon. As they decompose, I wish it had been me. I wish I had a tongue to speak, and I wish I had sucked the old man’s cock. I would have finally got my snuff that I dream about every moment of every day.

Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: Buried Alive

evil phone sex bondage blondeI thought today would be an ordinary day. Not that a professional submissive has ordinary days, but I thought I would be playing normal bondage games with my master. He was in a much more evil mood than usual. He put me on a rack and elongated me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tombstone and a wooden casket. I got really scared. He was going to kill me. This was the day I would be snuffed out. I knew it was coming, but didn’t think this soon. I pleaded with him, said I would do anything, any sick depraved thing he wanted, just let me live.

He approached me with a menacing grin and said, “Oh Cassandra, I am not going to kill you. I’m just going to bury you alive. If you die, it’s your fault for not fighting hard enough for to live.” Then he carried me over to the casket and dumped me inside. He nailed the coffin shut. There were little pin holes in the wood so I could get some air. But once I was under dirt, it would become difficult. I was pounding the coffin in a moment of panic, when I remembered all the horror movies I have seen and my master’s words. I need to not panic, save my energy and my air. I could feel him pulling the coffin. He put me in the truck and took me somewhere. I would later find out it was an old abandoned cemetery.evil phone sex torture whoreMaster was prepared. He had the ground already dug up because he just dropped me in a hole. Then I could hear the dirt hitting the casket and some dirt was coming in through the holes. I was trying my best to conserve my air and think. Think how I could survive being buried alive. I have really long finger nails. I tried digging at the wood , but that was taking too long and would not work. So, I used my nails to push up the nails. My fingers were bloody and I even ripped off several of my nails. My fingers were sore and broken, but I got several nails out. Enough that I could use my strength to push up the top of the casket.

Dirt started pouring in. I closed my eyes and my mouth and dug myself out. I pushed my hands up and clawed over and over and over as fast as I could. Luckily, I wasn’t down too deep. I could feel worms in my fingers and all sorts of other creepy crawlies. I was trying not to wig out but it was gross. I got my hand out through the dirt and felt cool air. I was close. I went faster, as fast has my hands could scoop and dig. Finally I broke through the ground. Dirt in my ears, my mouth, up my nose…I puked up some dirt, was coughing and gagging, but was alive. Master was sitting on a tombstone with a timer and laughing. It took me 3 hrs and 22 mins to get out.  He was impressed. 

It was quite scary, but exhilarating at the same time. Despite all my snuff fantasies, I did want to live, and fought for my survival. Master now will have more survival tests for me to pass. What survival games should you and I play?

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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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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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