Every year I make my famous Fruit Cake! Every ingredient is natural and it is home made! I love making my very special fruit cakes. I go out shopping for everything! While I am out I go find myself a sexy bitch to help me. Most of the time I have to knock the bitch out and tie her up. When I get home I start right away on the ingredients. I tie that bitch upside down and hang her from a hook. I love listening to her scream in the basement. Before I leave her down there, I shove laxatives down her throat and make her swallow them. Then I push a tube deep down into her asshole. I fill her up with a giant enema and I leave her there to wait. I need her shit nice and runny, so I can mix up the nuts and berries in it! I am so excited to stick my fist deep in her ass to make sure we got it all. To keep it moist I also need her cum. So I’ll have to shove my entire fist in her pussy and make her drain all her pussy juices!
Category: Bondage phone sex
Bloody Phone Sex and Little Bodies
Bloody phone sex and snuff phone sex just isn’t the same without little bodies. Little faces contorted in pain. Little voices hoarse from screaming. Little holes ripped apart and bleeding for our pleasure. Innocent and having no idea of what evil lurks in the world, in the hearts and souls of people like us. That is until we lure them in and torture them in the most violent and incomprehensibly ways. They beg, they call for their mommies. They pray. They do everything they can think of in order to earn some mercy. Some relief. But it doesn’t come. We love for these moments. We crave these moments, We encourage each other the entire time and when all is said and done, we fuck each other while touching the lifeless bodies. of our victims. Laying next to us in the most awkward positions, pale and staring open eyed into the distance. The glassy eyed stare of death spurs us on and enhances our orgasms.
Lets play in the snow
There is nothing more pure than snow. They way it covers everything in a white blanket. Snow can be deceiving just like me. I enjoy doing bad things in the snow. Did you know that you could torture someone, tie them up and leave them there to die in the snow. Snow piles up fast an stays for a while. I helped him bring her out here. I wanted to turn the virgin snow into our play ground. I wanted to watch her nipples get hard, watch parts of her freeze as we fucked her. Little did I know he was taking us both out there and he didn’t plan on bringing us both back. I cut the clothes off of her and burned them in the fire. I started cutting words into her body as he beat her and fucked her in the ass. I loved watching her be punished. When she finally passed out he turned his anger towards me. I had no idea if I would make it home. I am happy I hid my knife. I knew just the right place to slit his throat. I watched them bleed out together. I sat there and watched the fresh snow cover up their bodies as if nothing happened.
Submissive Whore for Domination Phone Sex
I have been told repeatedly I am a good fuck pig, perfect for domination phone sex. Men have been dominating me all my life. Now, they just own me on the phone too. It really is a sweet life I got. I get humiliated and made to do things to myself on the phone all day, then at night I hook up with Masters who abuse the piss out of me. Last night I met with a new Master. I met him online. It is always a risk hooking up with strangers, but I love the risk. One of these days I am going to end up sliced and diced in an alley like I deserve.
When I arrived at Master’s house, I was turned on by his dominance. An educated, sophisticated man. The kind of man who would never want a dumb stupid cunt like me. He showed me to his play parlor and stripped me naked. Next to where he had me kneel was a table of special toys. He had me select one then crawl to him with it in my mouth like a dog. My pussy was tingling. When I reached him, he had me put my ass in the air for 100 good doggy whacks. I had to count each spank. I messed up the counting because I am a stupid bitch, which reset the whacks back to zero. He tortured my ass with his bare hands and later a big candle that he lit. I had to hold it in my asshole until it burnt out. I woke up this morning with second degree burns on my once pretty pink rosebud. He says he owns me now. He may very well own me at night, but we all know that during the day, this stupid cunt is all yours to abuse and use.
Naughty girls get drugs from Santa
I tried to slide out the door without waking Santa. The fat fucker was lying on his couch after a night of fucking and drugs. He did things to me that not even a phony Santa should do. There was no compassion in this man and I needed to get out of there. I tripped over something and the dark and I heard him bellow. “Get back here whore. I’m not done with you yet.” I ran for the door, only to find it deadbolted. I turned and was hit in the face with one of Santa’s boots. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the couch, ripping at my panties and punching me in the face.
“There is no Christmas for druggie pieces of shit, you dumb fucking cunt.” he hissed, wrapping his hands around my throat, as his massive cock penetrated my unwilling asshole. “Say it for me.” I choked as I repeated his words. “I’m a dumb fucking cunt. Thank you for punishing me. I’m very bad girl, Santa.” Santa’s cock went rigid in my shithole as I said those words and I felt him shudder as he bathed my inner shithole with fuck sauce.
“Thank you, Santa. May I please have more drugs for Christmas?” Santa just laughed and pulled out his special tourniquet, decorated with jingle bells. He had an evil twinkle in his eye……
Dare for death
No one knew about my torched pass. The things that my brother did to me when I was young. Its something I have kept deep inside. He lived out his rape fantasies and I was beaten as a young girl. It has made me bitter and dark. So dark that I choose to be a dirty prostitute.
One day on the prowl I saw this creepy man on the block. He had crazy looking eyes. One yellow and one sea blue. So I approached the bastard and said, Looking for a date? He gave me a crooked ugly smile and said only if she does blow. Then I said blow is my middle name.
He told me to hop on in. So I did. I got into his red hummer and we drove to the nearest hotel. He got the keys to his room and then we went inside. He put the blow on the desk and we drugged ourselves to a delirious high.
I was so far gone I didn’t give a fuck about shit at the time. All I heard was stand up you dirty black bitch. I stood up and he punched me right in my face. He ripped every piece of clothing off that I had and tied me to the desk chair. He stood in front of me with his dick in my face and asked, Do you know what nigger whores are for? I shook my head no and he said I was only good enough to be used as a toilet.. Then he pissed all over my body. Then laughed and laughed.
Next thing I knew he started choking me out and whispered nigger your gonna die today. He pulled his butcher knife out and started cutting slits in my arms, tits, and thighs. I couldn’t scream because I was so high. All I saw was red blood dripping from my body. He put the knife to his tongue and started to lick and taste my blood. MMM good nigger blood he said.
Afterwards he started pouring salt in my open flesh. Yes it burned like hell. He step behind me and untied me and grabbed my long black hair and dragged around the room to the bed. He threw me on the bed and let out a big huge glob of spit in my face. He put me face down with my ass in the air the forced his dick in my ass. No lube, No warning just my asshole and his dick.
He told me this was gonna be your end nigger whore. I couldn’t cry although I was scared. But to me my life didn’t matter anyway. He released his cock from my ass and out fell my bloody shit every where.
He then flipped me around his knife was to my throat as he put his white cock into my pussy. He fucked me rough, and hard but I just ignored the pain. At the end when he was almost there he looked me in my eyes and said Nigger bitch are u ready to die? I replied, Make it quick I do not care for his death I pray and dare.
Dinner Party from Hell
This country is so different from Britain. My parents sent me over when I was very young to attend a great private school. I never made it to school. My host family picked me up from the airport. When they brought me home, they took me to a damp, cold, wet basement. I stayed there for a few years as they “trained” me to be their perfect fuck doll. They would tie me up and whip me until my skin wasn’t white anymore…it was covered in a layer of blood. Sometimes the dad would leave me to sleep in my own blood. Other times he would hose me down with scolding hot water. It made it feel like I was getting lashed all over again.
The first time I was taken upstairs was for my first dinner party. There were six guests, all were wearing black and had smiles on their faces once I appeared. I was completely naked as I was never allowed to wear clothes. The father threw me on the table like a piece of meat. Then he started lighting a candle and each of the guests started burning parts of my body. It was so painful. Father started handing out craving knifes and told everyone to crave their initials into the guestbook. Each guest started craving into me, line by line in my cold skin. I screamed in pain but all they did is laugh. I screamed blood curling screams until the last person was finished taking their turn torturing my young body. Father brought over a large bucket of something…I soon learned it was alcohol! It burned so bad! I couldn’t move from the pain. I tried so hard to stay awake and alert for the next part of the dinner party…but I passed out from severe pain. The last thing I thought was “what more could they do to hurt my innocent body.”
Today I Die
Today is the day I die. I know it is because you’ve had it marked on your calendar that hangs on the wall of this shithole dungeon for a year. I’ve watched as you’ve crossed off each day with your red marker and reminded me over and over that I will die today. While you’ve tortured me I always begged to know how but you would never tell me. You want it to be a surprise. I lay awake on the cold floor all the time trying to imagine how you will snuff me and what it will be like.
I hear your boots coming down the stairs and you’re carrying a toolbox full of tools – looks like clippers and a hammer and several knives but I can’t see everything. You’re laughing like a maniac and telling me today is the day – you’re going to snuff me and then I belong to you forever. You bend down and breathe your stank breath right in my face and ask if I know what you’re going to do with my dead worthless corpse. I mumble, “No, Master…” and you laugh again. You tell me you’re going to fuck my dead cunt until its cold. This sends chills through me but somehow makes my pussy throb at the thought.
You spend all day torturing me beyond anything you’ve ever done before and the pain and the blood are flowing so hard that I faint several times. I keep thinking it’s the end but you keep bringing me back to this hell. Then an alarm goes off on your watch. I know what it means – its time. You take a large pair of snippers out of your toolbox and shove them in my belly button. The blood pours out. You begin snipping my abdomen open up towards my face and then back towards my pussy. I see my intestines being pulled out as you slide your cock up through my cunt, and that’s the last earthly thing I remember. As I closed my eyes for the last time I had one regret – that I wouldn’t be able to watch you fuck my cold, dead pussy.
Snuff phone sex with Ivy
There is something about those sweet young whores. I see them around and I finally picked a whore up. God she was so young and selling her tight young body. She was not sure about me, she should have gone with her gut. Once she got into my car she would never be seen again. That fifthly cunt has no one who cares about her! No one cared that she ran away and that she is selling her pussy for food and drugs. This fucking whore was going to die and she has no idea. This fucking whore was going to scream as I tortured her. She is going to beg and plead for help. No one will come looking for her. No one will miss her. She is now mine, mine to fuck with!
His Dirty Little Secret
He has been one of my favorite accomplices for a long time. We share the same taste for young flesh, We derive the same pleasure from torturing little things. Helpless things, We both love to make them cry and scream and then we enjoy the glazed, far away look that glosses over in their eyes when they finally disconnect and accept that the end is near and the pain isn’t going to go away. I never knew he was holding out on me and found out his secret by accident. It seems he keeps a couple of breeding whores in his basement. They aren’t good for anything but fucking and spitting out little money bags. He has beat them and abused them to the point that if they ever were beautiful, there is no evidence of that now. The little heathens that they spit out fetch a fine price on the black market and he has a hefty little racket going on. Once in a while he will keep a male and have some fun but not often. What a wicked boy to keep such a secret….