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A Voyeur in My Cage

My heart flutters as you place her on the table. I am watching from my cage in your underground dungeon. The chain around my neck is tight, but I pull even closer  to the cage to be able to watch. You taught me the fun in voyeurism. I watch as you lay her out and tie her down. Her skin is so beautiful. I know you are about the change that.

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I watch as you sharpen your blades. You refuse to even acknowledge I am there, and I am silent in my cage. I ache with jealousy that she will get your attention tonight. She will get to feel your anger and your blades. I envy her tears, and I envy her horror. My pussy drip in my cage as I watch, waiting for first cut. Her eyes are wide, and she cannot scream since you cut her tongue out last night. Her face is a bloody mess compared to her perfectly naked body.

I writhe inside my cage, trapped by my chains. All I can do is watch as you begin to beat her with the knife in your hand. Such fury and hatred inside of you.  You’re a true monster and you slice her with such verocity, that I begin to shed tears of admiration.  She is fighting as hard as she can, but the ropes hold her under your control. Blood everywhere, no mercy, just slice after slice as you scream at her and tell her she is a worthless whore.

She finally stops fighting, and her body begins to convulse as she nears death. I am so jealous, I want that feeling so bad. But you continue to just make me watch. To make me want it. I know the more I beg the more you make me wait. When will it be my turn? Until then, I am trapped. A pathetic animal in a cage watching as the other whores are slaughtered. A pathetic voyeur, envious of everything I see.

Reagan Your Maiden of Malice

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I have this fucking creepy ass song stuck in my head, I tried to make sense of it. But try as I might, it is still there, eating a hole in my head…

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganThere’s a girl across the street from me
I buried her son beneath a tree
I don’t know why she’s mad at me
He was stinking up my garage, you see

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We fell in love for a little while
He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
So I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
Taboo Phone Sex ReaganBut why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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Forgive me Father for my fashion crime
Your skin is so nice I’ll use yours next time

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
But why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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I would like to give credit for the song “Be My Friend”, Artist:  One Eyed Doll. The song was released on December 25th, 2013 by Nebulost Records on the Album “Monster”. I retrieved the song lyrics on August 11, 2014 from the website: https://genius.com/

Bloody Night

torture phonesex karma.JPGThe moon is full and bright tonight and I am out for blood. Watching her little body quiver and shake is just making it better. She has cried so much that now she is just sobbing. Her face is streaked with tears. Snot is dripping sown into her mouth and she has no choice but to let it. I am not wiping it off, in fact I am enjoying watching her. Soon I will skin the little cunt alive. Peeling flesh from her body slowly and cumming to her screams of pain and agony. I will be able to see everything clearly in this bright moon light. Let the torture, pain and festivities begin.

Decapitated and Loving It

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The air is damp and I can smell mud as I wake up. My vision is blurry and my throat is dry as paper. I try to cry out, but I can’t even make a sound. My lungs feel like they are on fire and with each exhale it seems shards of glass are tearing inside my chest. I look up, dazed, and its you. The man I kept seeing everywhere. The man who stared a little too long. I never should have smiled. I never should have indulged your perverted stare. But I did, and now I knew I had made the ultimate mistake.

You are staring down at my body, and I know I am naked because I can feel the wet air licking my nipples. Where are we? The light is dark green, and it appears you have blood on your mouth, but it appears black. I am certain my nose is broken, I cannot get any air through it and I can feel the sticky crushed wounds on my face.  You tell me how beautiful I used to be, and how you are going to make sure I am never beautiful again.

Your accent tells me you are not from here. A sophisticated monster. Well mannered and controlled. You laugh at me and tell me that it will end for me tonight. Here, with you. You tell me a story of the French, and I lull in and out of conciousness trying to listen. Trying to understand. You tell me that you’re going to chop off my head and that I will still be alive to watch as you fuck my writing body. I don’t want to believe you, but you promise me that it will happen.

You pull a machete out of the fire, its blade glowing red from the heat of the coals. You pull my head up by my hair and look me in the eyes. With one swift motion you slice off my head. The sound resonates in my ears, so loud, and then total silence. But somehow I can still see you. I am at a different angle and can see my own decapitated body flopping on the steel table. You grab my body as it spasms, still holding my head by my hair, and shove your cock deep inside my pussy. I can’t believe what my concious mind is allowing me to watch. You look in my eyes as you fuck my wet hole. I can’t feel anything, I can only watch my body jerk with pleasure as blood pours out of my neck.

My vision starts to fade and slowly everything fades, the last thing I can see is you fucking what is left of me… my eyes glaze over.. and I am finally gone…

The Devil Inside

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Welcome to my hell.  You are the devil himself and I am here to service you with my blood, my life, my soul. I would never question you my darling keeper. I am lucky to have been chosen, and I will continue to be your blood hungry slave for eternity. The scratches down my back and across my breasts let all the other slaves know that I have been marked by you. I am the prey you have been seeking and will devour tonight.

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You turn to me and I see the blackness where your eyes should be. I shiver all the way to my bones, and I crave the evil inside your cock juices that only you possess. There is no affection on your face, only pure hatred and darkness. Your desires to eat me bit by bit race through your head as I stare longingly at you, just waiting for you to strike. You bring your claw up to my face, slide your razor sharp claw into my mouth. I go weak with anticipation. Without mercy, you rip my face from mouth to ear. My cheek flaps down, exposing my teeth from the outside.

You slit the other side the same way. My lower jaw is exposed. My white teeth barely visible in all the blood. You grab my head, my exposed jaw hanging helpless, and shove your monster cock into my destroyed mouth. The cock of Satan in my mouth, fucking my throat, as you laugh and send chills through every slave watching. I am so very glad I was a very bad girl and found my way to you, Lucifer. You take my life, and are able to restore it, only to take it again. Fuck my soul, I am yours… That already belonged to you. I want to be your demon slut for eternity.

Crimson Part 2

I always hate actually having to go and get my victims myself… the work it takes to grab them… the planning it takes… the time it takes. With all of the contacts I have one would thing that I would have no problem finding someone… anyone, to grab me a nice little tramp from a club or from a playground, but NO! I had to keep my fantasies and urges under control for 10 months until all the proper planning and stalking had been completed. None the less, here I am with the little brunette whore I picked up walking home from a nightclub with her friend… in the trunk of a modified cab car… with a chloroform soaked towel in her mouth. It’s been too long for me, I can already feel the excitement building between my legs as I park in front of an old, abandoned apartment building. I made sure to park deep in the parking garage under the apartments, it wouldn’t be good to have anyone see me dragging a limp body into an abandoned building after all. She was surprisingly light, and honestly I appreciated anything that made my life a bit easier. As we made our way into my dungeon I removed the towel from the cunt’s mouth and secured her to the hospital gurney in the middle of the cold stone room… tonight was going to be fun…TabooPhoneSexMagenta3

Hogs for a Hog

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Yes, I am a nasty bitch; so don’t think that I’m out to “right wrongs” after you read this.  It just happened; and, I still got the same thrill (okay, maybe more) from the blood and pain that I always do.  There’s a fraternity about a mile away from me; and, on one of my nightly strolls, I saw that it was lit up and loud.  That in itself was not unusual; however, I was curious at all the representations of hogs.  There were plastic hogs stuck in the ground, drawn hogs on banners, and even a mascot at the door.  It wasn’t until I watched who entered that I finally understood: the frat boys were bringing fat chicks back for a dance.  I bet they were competing for who could snag the biggest “hog.”  My malicious mind was already in overdrive.

I returned home for a couple of tools and had a few glasses of wine, enjoying myself…even laughing at my own wit.  I decided to walk back to the fraternity house; after all, I knew the stupid fuckers were incapable of holding their liquor all night.  This time, there were little paper scales littering the yard along with empty bottles and ribbons.  I almost snickered as I entered the house, looking at the stupid boys who had presented themselves to me.  Some were passed out in their own vomit; and, I thought about how they had mocked their dates for being vulnerable!

It was quite easy.  I doused them with a little extra chloroform; after all, they would bleed more because they had drunk so much.  Then, I took my scalpel and got to work.  First, I split the delicate skin of their penises; then, I peeled it back.  I chopped off their dicks, experimenting with scissors and bolt cutters.  The smell of blood finally started overpowering the smell of beer and piss.  After I had taken what had previously been their sausages, I hung them up over the mantle…where pictures of their dates had previously been.  I lined the chucks of flesh in order from largest to smallest.  I figured a few of the boys would live; and, when they saw it, they’d get a kick out of it!

The next day, I waited impatiently by my computer for news.  At first, people were saying that it was a serial killer who couldn’t stomach finishing the job; then, some people blamed feminists.  I don’t consider myself any kind of feminist; but, I will tell you…that shit was fun!

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Castration Phone Sex with Reagan * My Uncle returns

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My Uncle is a scum sucking pitiful hypocrite. Every word that comes out of his mouth is judgmental vomitous piss. I have cleaned more dignified phlegm off of my boots.

Growing up in my family was not filled with happy memories. I am sure I achieved my addiction to sadomasochism due to years of abuse. I learned quickly that love was something I was extremely disinterested in. I will not get into too much detail, but my Uncle hung around us rug-rats way too much. Being the youngest of five, I learned just how to avoid him if I could. He was drunk and on dope a lot. Most days a shower was the last thing on his agenda, and unfortunately his main agenda was to depredate my siblings.

It had been years since his memory contaminated my thoughts, than out of the blue there he was. I was surprised at how much rage I still contained for this piece of shit. He still smelled of piss, but I knew what had to be done. It was time to enjoy looking at his cock for once. I invited him in and let him believe that I loved my sweet old Uncle.

Once I had him downstairs, I bashed his head in when he was bent over to take off his pants. Ha! He thought I wanted his pathetic vomit? During that sweet moment of satisfaction, he moaned like a goddamned pig as I sliced the meat between his balls and cock, and in one swift moment his shame came out of his almost dilapidated dick.. spasm after spasm.. blood and cum.

He thought I was going to stop the bleeding I think, cause he begged me. Funny how the tables turn.

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Crimson Part 1

Crimson. My favorite color. It’s such a sweet and satisfying feeling; coming home from a long night of stalking and playing, covered in the sticky life liquid. The fear in their eyes is just as sweet. The fear is half the fun after all; look in that little cunts eyes as I grab her from the street into a dark alley. She was walking home with her friend, coming home from a nice night at a local club. Neither was drunk, just a bit tipsy… but oh how lovely would the brunettes white tube dress look after it was stained red with her blood and black with my sin. I didn’t even give her time to scream… As soon as I grabbed her I had shoved a towel covered in chloroform in her mouth and forced her into the back a a cab car I had modified. The only door that would open was the driver’s door, all the others had been welded shut. The windows could not be rolled down, and I had made sure that the windows were tinted dark as the night itself. I had my dungeon all set up for us, it is going to be a very fun night…

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Taboo Phone Sex: Horror Movie Night Gone Wrong with Cassandra

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One night, many years ago, I was sitting on the couch with a male friend of mine watching a horror movie: “Candyman.” It was pretty scary to me at the time. I commented to my companion that I thought the idea of summoning a dead evil spirit who would control and own you was kinda hot; especially if a big black evil spirit. Well my date did not like that at all. Not sure if he got jealous because I was hinting that I wanted big black cock. Next thing I know he is yanking me by the hair and saying my name  over and over in a creepy voice like in the movie. Then he starts to drag me through the house. He throws me down into the basement and locks the door. What seems like hours later, he comes down, strips me naked and ties me up. When I start to scream he puts a ball gag in my mouth just like The Candyman did to some blonde in the movie. He then shows me a hook like the Candyman sports. My eyes get real big and I fear he is gonna ram it up my ass or something. He just kept saying my name “Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra.” It was like he was taunting me. I was his prey, his victim. I had no idea when I came over to watch a movie with him that he had a dungeon in his basement. I could see torture devices, bondage equipment, sex toys galore… He knew what he had planned when he invited me over.

I was tied up to a bench for hours.  His Candyman hook used to cut my back, rip my ass open and cut my breasts. Just like the Candyman, he said, “Be my victim.” I could see he was obsessed with horror movies. I saw a Freddy Krueger glove, a Jason hockey mask, a mask and knife like Michael Meyers, a Scream mask,  a chainsaw… I was in a horror obsessed serial killer’s dungeon. Is that what he does? Invite a hot woman over for a scary movie then kill her like the madman in the movie?

I could not talk because he gagged me just like the Candyman did. But my head was racing… I wanted to escape but I was tied tightly and mutilated.  I tried to escape somewhere in my head to forget the pain, but he kept cutting my back, torturing my ass, ripping my flesh; there was no mercy. As blood was gushing down my back, I felt his cock ram into my ass. He was turned on by the blood, turned on by my gaping flesh, turned on by my pain. He said in a creepy voice as I gasped for life,” They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”  I prayed for death to take me

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