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The Twelve Days of Bloody Christmas

bloody phone sex bondage mommy“Fucking Merry Bloody Christmas,” is what he said when he walked in the room. There were several of us there, bound and gagged, awaiting our fate. Twelve girls to be exact. He had kidnapped 12 random girls for his Twelve Days of Bloody Christmas. We were his Christmas presents. All I knew was that we were in the woods somewhere, secluded from civilization. No one to hear our screams. No one to care. For some reason I was being saved. I was his favorite. Lucky me, not.  He and his friends beat me daily. Choked me, slapped me, cut me, sodomized me. Made me watch as they mutilated and or killed the other girls. One a day.

bloody phone sex tortureTheir favorite way of celebrating Bloody Christmas was with knives. I watched one girl be forced to fuck her cunt with a knife. She had to bend over in front of them and put the sharp knife in her cunt. They threatened her with death if she didn’t. Her pussy was gushing blood. Her girl parts completely shredded. So mutilated I could not fathom her ever fucking again. That was the purpose. To mutilate a whore’s instrument.

bloody phone sex knife tortureAnother girl had to sit on a dirty old toilet and impale her cunt with a knife sharpener. It was long, sharp and had a coarse body. I could only imagine the pain she felt as her vaginal wall was shredded and her female organs impaled. Blood gushed out of her pussy. I was scared. I knew eventually they would grow tired of fucking and beating me and want to make me a part of their Bloody Christmas.

bloody phone sex torture womenI was tied to a bed where they brutalized my ass as I watched them force girls to mutilate their bodies. I could see out a darkened window just a tad. The creek behind the cabin was a crimson red. I guess that’s where the not so lucky girls end up. I knew my fate would be bloody, maybe even the bloodiest of them all. For whatever reason, they deemed me the Queen of the Whores. Fucked me like a whore for days. Beat me like a whore for hours at a time. Forced me to watch the carnage they inflicted on the other girls. Left me tied to a bed soaked in my own blood as they cut and sliced my flesh.

bloody phone sex rape fantasiesThere are three days left of Bloody Christmas. I suspect, I will be the last victim. I prayed for death. The dead girls were lucky.

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Dreadful Desires

Come into my dark ravine where I have you in my grips. I first slip you a nice cold drink laced with something to make you sleepy. You admire my outfit of leather it seems to form to my body showing every curve, and you burn that imagine into your brain before you drift off to sleep.  I peel your clothes they seem to come off so easily, and end up on pile of the floor.  I drag your cold lifeless body to a meat hook I have hanging in a dark secluded corner put a ball gag in your mouth and bind your hands with rope, place you in an arm binder so I can just heave you up on the hook.  I install your constraining cock cage, believe me there is no extremity left lose on your body.  I check the shackles to verify they are tight.bondage phone sex

 I examine your body turning poking and prodding looking for old scars and defects before I wrap the body in cling film, only leaving openings for your cock, anal hook and mouth.  As I move you around you start to waken, struggling to get free. Though you realize you can’t speak and the ropes are too tight. I can sense you feel fear in your covered eyes at the same time you are aroused and intrigued by what is going on and about to happen.  Your cock is at confined but seems to be pulsing with every touch I do.  I slap your balls as hard as I can, your screams are muffled, your body twitches and turns, you can’t break free. Have you forgotten that you told me this was your fantasy?   I grab your balls with dental forceps and twist your screams echo in the darkness. I twist the anal hook stretching out your ass more the pain is extricating and you pass out from the effects I continue with various tasks you seem to come in and out of consciousness whimpering with despair thinking what you have done.

Torture Phone Sex: Beauty Equals Pain

torture phone sex big titsI usually only have male masters. Sin, is the exception. She is a beautiful hot dominant bitch. I can’t help but give in to Sin.  I met her years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female domme there. The rest of us girls were just subbie bitches there to be used and abused by the male patrons. She took a liking to me. I think because I am quite beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am no stuck up bitch. I know my place. Sin called me last weekend as she wanted me to check out this new female centered S and M club. I was not Sin’s date for the evening; I was her pet.

I wore a diamond encrusted dog collar and crawled into the club on all fours like the dog I am. If I pulled or crawled at a pace too fast for Sin, she took her riding crop to my exposed ass. The club was packed. Lots of beautiful dominant goth goddesses with pretty little subbie pets like me. Sin took me into a private VIP room. The room looked far more inviting than what was about to happen to me. Purple and black crushed velvet disguised the torture room. Sin had me get up on this table and she tied me spread eagle. I was gagged and my hands and feet exposed.

Sin informed me that in medieval times, pretty, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with thistorture phone sex evil bitch archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture devices. I saw sharp sewers, hot oil and sulfur, pliers and a host of sharp objects. I was scared. Sin was a dominant bitch, but I was about to meet her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped the sewers in the hot sulfur and slid them under my toes and fingernails. The hot sulfur not only loosened the nail from my flesh, it scaled my flesh. My screams had to pierce her ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. I thought I was a pain slut until this moment. Nothing in my S and M world, prepared me for the pain of denailing.

Once my finger and toenails were pliable from the hot sulfur and oil, Sin used the pliers to rip the nails from their root, leaving me with bloody stumps. The pain was unlike anything I had felt before; so excruciating that I passed out a few times. The entire time Sin was denailing my once pretty extremities, she smiled. It was as if she was creating a work of art, her masterpiece to be proud of.  Even the air hurt as it touched my exposed fingers and toes. Every tear, every wince, every scream, brought a smile to Sin’s face.

I learned a valuable, painful lesson that night. Never try to be prettier than your Master. My vanity, my pride, my beauty, paid a high price for that lesson. But I will never make that mistake again.

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Hunting Mask

I knew you were out hunting again. Its the season for you to find all the girls shopping at the mall. I saw you grab your mask and chills ran through me, remembering last year when you first took me. You wore the same mask. It wasn’t as blood stained as it is today, but I know it is the same one. Seeing you wear it brings back that first day of torture and pain that changed my life forever. I saw you leave and I lay in my cell daydreaming about what your new slave will go through today.

By the time you chose me last year, you had already killed three girls. I remembered seeing their bodies in your van when you tied me up in the back. I knew you had killed them from rage, and so I decided not to try to fight you. I remember begging for my life and only being able to see your twisted eyes through your mask. Staring back at me and deciding to spare me. I thought I would be let go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I became a permanent prisoner in your basement, and looking back I wish I wouldn’t have begged for my life. I wish I would have tried to fight, as I know you would have ended my life that day, just like the others.

You love to hear us beg. Thats what gets your cock so hard. The crying and pleading and promises that we will do anything. Just to live. Not knowing how big of a mistake it is. I knew you at the mall right now. I wondered how many girls would try to fight you off. I wondered how many of them would trigger your bloody rage and be hacked to pieces before you even fuck them. Inside I am screaming and I want to warn them. I want to tell them to fight, and end the nightmare for themselves today. I want to tell them not to cry or beg, because those are the ones that will end up here. In a forever hell of torture and sadistic sex at the hands of a monster.

That mask. It brings back so many memories. The first time you fucked me you were wearing it. I still foolishly thought I would be let go, so I let you do it. I begged you not to hurt me. Blood from the girls you murdered dripped off the mask while you pumped my pussy full of your evil cum. Then you took the mask off and I saw the horror underneath it. I screamed and screamed while you mutilated my body for days. The mask hanging on the wall as if it were watching from its empty eye holes. I knew that mask would be the last thing several girls ever saw today, and I was so envious. I should have fought. Instead I wait here in the cold basement for you to return from hunting and fuck your newest slave while wearing that mask.

Mhmmmm Ribs…

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I have to admit he is a good looking man, but he is such an arrogant fuck that I knew I had to bring him down a notch or two. When he looked at me as if he was irresistible and that I would melt and said “hey baby why don’t you suck this big cock for me?” I knew what I would do. He was going to get his dick sucked all right. I took him back to my place and offered him a drink while I slipped into something more comfortable. When I came out of my room in my leather corset, thigh high spiked black boots and a whip in my hand his jaw hit the floor and his dick damned near busted the zipper out of his pants. When he whipped it out I was impressed, it was quit the cock! He tried to push me to my knees so I could suck that dick but all he got was a good smack from my whip. The look in his eyes told me that he knew he was in trouble. I slapped some handcuffs on his ass with a quickness and shoved him onto the floor before grabbing the two by four and slamming it into his ribs. The sickening sound of his bones cracking made my cunt spew juices down my leg. The sigh of him writhing in pain only spawned my need for more. Dragging him up to a sitting position I hissed in his ear “you want your dick sucked so fucking bad? Well then suck it mother fucker!  I shoved his head down and his mouth on to his huge dick making him slobber all over it. I showed no mercy and shoved his head down over and over again making him gag ans choke. Finally I saw the blood and heard the unmistakable sound of a man choking on his own blood. I knew a rib had punctured his lung. taking delight I shoved his head down harder and watched as his mouth filled up with cum and blood before he took his last breath. I came hard then, and licked my lips…”Suck this punk!”

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Clitty Twister

You warned me not to touch your tools while you were at work. But the faucet was leaking, and I thought I would try to fix it so that the dripping sound wouldn’t drive you over the edge tonight while you are trying to sleep. I knew you would be angry that I touched your tools, but I figured it might be less angry than being kept up all night, so I took a chance. I barely got myself situated in the bathroom, and you came home early. I didn’t even hear you walk in the bathroom, so when you grabbed me by my hair I screamed.`

I rolled over onto the floor and you looked down and saw your pliers in my hand. Your eyes went dark and I saw your rage instantly. You let go of my hair and slapped me so hard across the face with the back of your hand that I saw stars. You told me what a worthless fuck toy I was, and how dare I touch your tools. I tried to drop the pliers, but you grabbed them from me instead. My head was still pounding from the slap, and as you attacked me from above, I was defenseless.

You grabbed me by the throat and told me to spread my legs. I had no choice other than to do what you said, I am your slave. I begged you not to hurt me and you laughed your evil laugh. I saw you still had a hold of the pliers and even though I knew what torture lay ahead, I spread my legs for you. I felt the cold metal on my pussy, and I begged you to stop. I know you only get more torqued up when I beg, but I couldn’t stop myself. You grabbed ahold of my clit with the pliers and pinched them down with all your strength.

It felt like my clit was going to pop off, and fire shot through my body as I came all over myself. You laughed and laughed and then began to twist the pliers – yanking my clit a full 360 degrees. I knew you were going to twist it off. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I began to cum again as you twisted another full circle. I felt the blood and cum mix together and run down my ass cheeks. You let go of me, and jerked your hard cock off all over my limp body. You calmly put your pliers back in your tool box and left the room. 

Torture Sex with Blair: A Bad Mommy Gets Punished

torture sex bondageDo you enjoy torture sex? My dominant son has been torturing me for years and he gets off knowing I share our sick twisted exploits on phone calls. He said it makes me a victim twice over. A few weeks ago, he found out I had seduced a young boy on the block. I am a hot MILF after all.  Apparently my son installed a nanny cam in my bedroom so he knew all the dirty perverted things I let that much younger man do to me.

My payback for being a dirty whore was to have my holes tortured. My son doesn’t like having a slutty mommy who fucks anyone. I think he just doesn’t like me fucking anyone but him and his friends. As he was binding my limbs, he took a cattle prod to my pussy, electrocuting my clit. He looked me right in the eye as he was singeing  the flesh from my pussy and said, “You are a dirty P-mommy, you deserve pain, not pleasure.” He added, “If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.” Then, he held the cattle prod so hard on my worthless clit that it ripped from my pussy. He laughed as I screamed in pain.

torture sex analBlood was running down my thighs as my son flipped me over to expose my worthless ass. He shoved a speculum in my asshole, cranked it wide and spit in it. He knew I let that young boy cum in my tight ass and he was so livid he decided to mutilate my ass too. He lit a Churchill cigar, which is a long son of a bitch, and fucked my ass with it, flicking ashes deep inside me. The embers seared my anus. I didn’t think I could hurt anymore when he took the cattle prod and fucked my ass with it. My rectum was on fire. The pain was agonizing, but I knew I deserved it. I knew I was a worthless dirty perverted mommy that needed punished for corrupting young boys. My son then  fucked my bloody tortured holes. His cum burned my torn and battered fuck holes. He got off so hard hurting me. That’s all that matters.

medical fetish phone sex analWomen like me need strong masters to keep us in our place. I am a torture doll. I need punished daily for I am weak. I fornicate. I have dirty thoughts. I am insolent.  Would you be my Master too?

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The Tub

torture sex karmaI had some time to kill and decided to stop at the library. Browsing the shelves I spotted a book titled “The Most Horrific Torture Techniques Of All Time” Picking up the book I could feel the pumping of my cunt releasing juice into my panties. I sat down at a tale and began to read. With every page I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. Some of the tortures I had heard of some I had not. And then I got to The Tub. It doesn’t sound menacing but it is sadistic and evil and twisted. As I read all about it I came so hard I almost slid off the chair and I knew that I would be finding a victim with in the hour. This form of torture would last for days and I could not wait. This particular form of torture was commonly called “sitting In the tub” it was used to torture convicts years ago. The convict would be placed in a wooden tub with nothing but their head sticking out. Then the executioner would cover their faces with milk and honey; in no time at all flies would swarm their faces and begin to feed on them. The convict was kept well fed so that they would end up swimming in their excrement.  After a few days, maggots and worms would devour their body as they decayed alive. I had the perfect metal tub for the job and got right to work. Being sadistic is such fun!torture sex the tub

Too Pathetic to Fuck

You bought me at auction. Why me? I was the scrawniest little cum slut there. No sexy panties or pretty shoes. There were gorgeous blondes there, for less money. But your black eyes settled on me, and I watched as you outbid everyone. You sat in the front row, rubbing your hard cock through your expensive pants. Everyone saw, and I could tell the other men admired you. Or maybe they were terrified of you. It was difficult to know the difference.

I was terrified. I remembered being kidnapped from the sidewalk near my house, and then nothing until I woke up here – on this stage – naked, and being sold to the highest bidder. My head was spinning, and it felt like my pussy was already torn up. If it was, then it happened when I was unconcious. The thought crossed my mind if you would have paid so much knowing my pussy had already been used. The evil in your stare told me you probably didn’t give a shit.

When the auction ended, the highest bidders collected the women they bought. Most of them were dragged off by several men, screaming and kicking. I was too weak to fight as you picked me up and carried me into another room where we were alone. You set me down, and I ccrawled into a corner. You approached me with a ball gag, and I felt myself begin to cry. You were saying something in a soft whisper, and I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew in my heart you were going to hurt me, but didn’t want to hear me scream.

You gagged me, and began grabbing my tiny tits and putting clamps so tight on my nipples that I felt like I was going to faint. You duct taped my legs and wrists together, and my little pussy was throbbing at the thought of what was coming next. I thought you were going to fuck me – but then you started speaking louder. I could hear you saying what a dirty fucking cunt whore I was. My blood ran cold as I saw you pull out the knife. You held it up so I could see it right in front of my face.

You told me you would never fuck a dirty whore like me, and that you spent your money to make sure my pathetic slut ass was put out of misery. You brought the knife to rest next to the base of my right ear. The cold sharp blade gave me chills all over my naked body. I wanted to beg for my life, but the gag made me unable to speak. I saw your hand begin to move, and I felt the knife pierce my throat. I watched your hand make one beautiful motion and end up on the other side of my face. I felt the blood draining from my throat, and I knew I was going to die right there. One last look in your black eyes, and I realized I was relieved.

Babbysitter Phone Sex: Revenge by Proxy

babysitter phone sex evil bloodyNever underestimate the power of revenge. This guy from the neighborhood I grew up in, who let’s just say took advantage of me against my will when I was little, asked me to babysit his little brat. First off,  do I look like the type you would want to watch your little ones? And two, would you even for a moment think that after a pretty heinous act committed against someone, you could even trust that person in your home, let alone with your precious spawn?  After some discussion, it was obvious he had no clue I was the little girl he violated in her home so many years ago. I agreed of course to watch his brat, because at the very least, I could have some revenge by proxy.

babysitter phone sex evil bitchI arrived at his house;  met his too perfect wife and their angelic girl. Once they left, the mayhem began.  I flipped the fuse box rendering the house dark and put creepy fucking dolls all over the house to scare the brat. My love, my accomplice, John, was in on the scare, so I could look like an innocent third party. The poor little brat was terrified of the dark. Made scaring her more fun. It started out rather juvenile. John rattling windows, shining flashlights in the house, pounding on the door excessively, moaning things “I’m gonna get you…” Made the poor thing piss her little panties.

But then I escalated things with disturbing dolls. When you are an ankle biter and seeing images of creepy dolls in your house through shadows and faint light, you shit your pants. Even more so when you think they are alive and after you. Who knew it was so fun and easy to terrorize a little one? I never saw anyone tremble and scream as much as she did. I have to admit, it made my cunt wet. Fear is such an aphrodisiac for me. I don’t believe little ones are innocent, especially not ones from the same DNA as evil pricks. Chances are good this little girl would grow up to be a self entitled prick like her daddy. I was just doing the future generation  a service by putting this cunt in her place early in life.

My original intent was just to scare the piss out of her, torment her for hours like her daddy tormented babysitter phone sex murder fantasiesme. Then my perfect accomplice suggested something more nefarious.  He made it look like he was violating me; like he was just an intruder and the brat and I were victims of chance. I came so hard on John’s cock during our rape fantasy, but I made my screams sound fearful, not joyous.  The house was pitch black and my little charge was tied up so she could not escape. She thought I was being forced. I could hear her whimpering, smell her fear. babysitter phone sex killer accompliceIntoxicating as usual. She knew she was next. I put on my strap-on and violated her tiny little holes. She had no idea I was her assailant. I roughed her up good too. I was just a tad older when her daddy violated me. I too was a virgin. Virginity is overrated. So is innocence. I fucked that little whore just like her daddy fucked me; even choked her a little bit. I wanted to leave some marks on her porcelain white skin, leave her broken and sore, leave her scared, leave her holes bloody and swollen.  Just like I had been left decades earlier. Revenge is sweet, just like his little girl use to be!!!

When I was done violating the brat. I kissed her forehead and tossed her a bag of frozen veggies just like her daddy did to me. I left her in the dark , bound and gagged for her daddy and mommy to discover when they arrived home. I was hopeful her Daddy would remember me now…

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