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Blair Meets the Puppetmaster

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Help me. I have been kidnapped by a deranged doll maker. I have been held captive for days , while he conducts evil, painful experiments on me. He has deprived me of food and water.  And, I am constantly in some form of suspension like a life size marionette doll. In fact, he told me I was doll like and he wanted to use me to create the perfect life size marionette. What the fuck? Those dolls are creepy. Always in horror movies, taunting people, scaring brats. Who does this guy think he is? The Dr. Frankenstein of dolls? I tried to beg and plead with him, but he keeps shocking me and stringing me up from the ceiling. He said next he was gonna cut my limbs and sew string through them and even slice my mouth open like the Joker to give me the authentic look of a marionette doll. He is gonna dismember and torture me so he can have his own personal creepy ass doll. Who is he, The Puppetmaster?  This sick, evil, sadistic mother fucker is enjoying my pain, my screams, my starvation. He says I’m just a stupid, worthless cunt and no one will miss me.  He says all girls should be seen but never heard and that is why we make the perfect dolls. You don’t agree with him , do you? Please someone help me.  Anyone. I will be a good girl; I will be quiet. You can do whatever you want to me, just let me live and get me the fuck out of this house of horrors.

Do You Want to Cook a Girl?

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I have some very dark fantasies.  Dark desires that just get darker as the days go on. I have one master I speak with who understands my desires, gets the psychology behind my deep sick twisted fantasy world. See, I get so wet thinking about being eaten. Not in the vanilla sense of  having my pussy eaten and licked; but in the  twisted sense of being cooked alive and eaten.  There are tons of cannibal porn sites on the internet that I masturbate to; movies and pictures of hot women like me being kidnapped, tortured and cooked. I want to star in a movie like “How to Cook a Girl,” but I want it to be real. I want it to be a snuff film. Do you have fantasies of cooking a hot bitch who snubbed you? Do  just have certain cravings that hamburger or chicken can’t satisfy? Do you get off on hunting a stranger, kidnapping her, then cooking her to a slow, torturous death? You know I look tasty. You know I look like every bitch who ever humiliated you. You know you want to be my Hannibal Lector. Let’s cook up a hot nasty dark scenario where I meet my ultimate demise in your stomach. I bet I am of so yummy.

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Torture Phone Sex: Burn Cassandra Burn

torture phone sex submissive pain whoreI have been a pain slut for as long as I can remember. I started young as a cutter, and then graduated to more extreme measures as I grew older. But something I have never been able to handle is fire of any sorts. I have this new master who smokes cigars. Very high end Cuban stogies he gets from Canada. Well he left me alone for a little while this morning and I couldn’t help myself, I had to try one of his cigars. I mean a Cuban cigar is illegal in the US because of some stupid embargo. OMG, it was smooth with such a full bodied taste. I can see why they are coveted and smuggled into the country. Well I got lost puffing on that Havana and masturbating because it tasted so good. I look up and Master is in the door way livid. He lunged at me, grabbed my throat and threw me on the ground. He started kicking me and spitting on me and called me a worthless thieving whore. I tried to apologize; saying a Cuban cigar is something I was always curious about. That was not the right thing to say. He made me get back up on the bed and take the stogie and smoke it the other way. I had to put my lips and puff on the glowing embers. My lips, my tongue were burning; I could smell the flesh, feel the pain. As I was starting to cry, he made me deep throat that lit stogie like a cock. It burned the back of my throat. I could feel the fire in my mouth; I began choking on the blood and the flesh that was melting in my mouth, when Master ordered me to swallow it. I shook my head, tears in my eyes, blood running out my mouth, gagging on the smell of seared flesh, when he slapped me so hard, I swallowed the burning cigar. The pain was inconceivable. I could feel the burning sensation traveling down my esophagus. The smell of my burnt flesh was waffling through my nose. I thought I was going to vomit. My stomach was on fire. I could almost see a hellfire glow through my belly.

I thought he was done torturing me, but said the fun had just begun. I was a dirty stupid cunt who couldn’t keep her hands to herself and needed to be taught a lesson. I was laying there sick, and in so much pain, when he came at me with a big fat lit stogie and started burning the word thief across my breasts. I was being branded, slowly and painfully so I would never forget what happens to thieves. I knew better than to cry or beg for mercy. But it was hard to not scream as my flesh was melting off my body. He had more in store for me too. He tied my burning body up over the bed and double penetrated me with burning cigars. I have had a lot of things in my ass and cunt but never a lit stogie. My ass and pussy were branded for life. I could feel my insides melting and burning. My skin was scorched from head to toe. It was a sweet, acrid, lingers in-your-nose-forever charcoal smell. It’s a smell so strong that I could taste it. The smell and taste of my own charred flesh was the worse smell ever.

There was not an orifice or area of flesh my Master did not burn me with a stogie to teach me a lesson. My pretty alabaster skin is forever ruined. I am scarred for life and will forever carry the singe marks of shame for smoking my Master’s Cuban cigar. Yet somehow, through the horrible pain, I was aroused. Maybe, you would like to be my new Master? Find some painful, degrading way to arouse me? My pain, as always, is my Master’s pleasure.

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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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Cunt Lashes

He came back today. Just by the walk he walked, the way he talked and the way he looked…I knew I was in for one hell of an evening. I’ve been scared a lot by him, since he’s had me here. But the feeling I was getting today, it felt like it was the last bit of my hope being sucked out of my soul. The lights were still off and all you could see what the lights from up the stairs. I laid there and pretended to be a sleep. Held my breath and prayed he’d change his mind, to just walk away. In a swift movement I was being snatched out of the bed, slung against the wall. He hit me in my mouth and all I could taste was blood. I fell to my knees trying not to give him the satisfaction he wanted and craved. I tried to hold in my whimpers as he kicked me, in the stomach and legs. With each blow my head would hit the wall behind me. All I hear is my chain rattling. My head getting heavy, I shout out, “Please… Please stop..” No response just heavy breathing.  He grabbed me by my hair and stood me up. Tied my hands above me and unchained my ankles. Placing my legs in locks drilled into the wall, I was spread eagle standing up. “You’ve been extra naughty today Monetta.” He says with an evil grin on his face. I know I haven’t been bad; I’ve been extra good and done all he’s asked but he’s in one of those moods. Nothing I say will change anything only makes it worse. He goes to the closet and pulls out his favorite whip. That horrifying look is still on his face as he makes his way back to me. He starts whipping my across my small tits; five times, ten and finally twenty. My throat is dry and hurting from my yelling.

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By now I can’t stop the tears. He’s laughing at my pain unlocks and unties me and drags me to the bed by my hair. He throws me on the bed and informs me that I am to legs up and apart while he continues my punishment. If I do not listen and be a good girl he will make me regret it. I always do as I am told. Whip!! One lash and I’m screaming! “Please no, I can’t take it! That hurts too bad!!.” I yell, with my legs still spread open. With anger in his voice he tells me, “You hold your legs open so I can see that cunt. You will count even lash. You will thank me and you will beg me for more, beg for it harder!!!.” Barely a whisper, “Yes sir.” WHIP!! Another lash. The pain, it hurts so bad. “Two, thank you sir, please whip me harder!” Whip! Whip! Whip! I feel like I am going in and out. I’m trying my hardest to keep my legs open so he has access to my cunt. My legs are shaking. I feel like I can’t take it anymore. I just wish he’d stop. WHIP! WHIP! I can’t take it anymore. It hurts too bad.

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I just need to close my legs. Hide my aching  pussy. My legs close and sit up, crying. I can feel the air tense. His anger growing, “What were the rules? What did I tell you, you stupid slut? You don’t want to listen. Now you will pay for not listening to me.” He shouts at me. He climbs on the bed and shoves me down flat. He’s holding me down by my shoulders as he spreading my legs to get between them. I try to put up as much of a fight as I can, but I know its pointless, useless, he always gets his way. Next thing I know he’s shoving his hard, thick fuckrod deep inside my sore, swollen bruised cunt. Screaming in pain, wishing he’d get off. It hurts so much worse. He has all his body weight on me and I can’t move. I hear his grunting and heavy breaths in my ear. He’s pounding harder and faster. Going deeper. Please, I hope he stops soon. The pain is growing, its burning. I can’t breath… Just make it stop…I’m fading in and out. Pump after pump. Everything goes dark. I wake up to a throbbing cunt and master chaining me back to the bed. As he turns and starts walking to the door I hear him laughing. Tears falling  and he say rest up pet. Next time will be so much more fun.

 

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Sexual Humiliation

torture phonesex karmaI heard about a law suit that was filed by the Iraqis against the British for the use of Sexual Intimidation Interrogation techniques. Of course the word Sexual peeked my interest immediately. The more I listened and learned about this technique the more I knew I had to try it and the more I knew I had to put my evil fucking twist on it and make it more wicked and sadistic and demented then anyone could ever imagine. Oh my mind was racing and the thoughts were coming a mile a minute. Who did I want information out of? No one really, but who could I get information from that might be useful to me in some way shape or form? And who could I really mess up in the head using this type of interrogation method? One thing is for sure a prude would be the one to be most fucked up by this and would be the one that I could use to take this to a whole new level. Then it hit me, that rich old widow on the dead end road. Everyone knows she is an old prude that has a fortune stashed in that mansion of hers. I could use this method of interrogation to find out where the money is stashed. Of course I couldn’t leave her alive to tell the tale, which is just the icing on the cake. What would fuck her up sexually? Forced bisexuality, yes that would be a start. Bugs all over her body, oh yes that would work. Perhaps a four legged friend and some ass fucking would take her over the edge. Tomorrow night I strike and put my plan in motion. I am sure I can think of so much more between now and then.

Fresh Meat

torture phonesex angieI often frequent tent cities for meat to fill my freezer. It really is a brilliant plan. Homeless people that no one will miss. Runaways that are hiding and don’t wish to be found. Generally they are hungry and I can plump them up with good healthy foods, which makes their meat so much sweeter. I have been eying a nice fresh thing just the right age, with meat that is tender and perfect, However she has been rather difficult to catch. She is sharp and has her wits about her. Lucky for me her boyfriend likes to tip up the bottle. I caught him at just the right time, grabbed him from the cardboard box that they call home and left a note letting her know that if she wanted to see him again she would meet me at the specified place and time. She had no clue that she is the one I really want and that when she shows up I have no intention of letting him go. He is not good enough for consumption so he will be my slave for a while, until his usefulness wears off. She will be prepped for butchering and consumption. My stomach is rumbling and my mouth is watering just thinking about what she will taste like!torture phonesex angie1

Peep Show!

Bondage phone sex with StormI was going to a friend’s house when I noticed something through the basement window. My friend had a big titty blonde strapped to a table and this made my pussy wet. I had to see what was happening. I squatted next to the window and watched to see what would happen. My friend smacked her across the face and told her to shut her fucking mouth. She put a big candle in her mouth and lit it. The wax was dripping down on her face. She took a huge dildo and started to fuck her cunt with it. She stretched her cunt so far that it was bleeding. She used the blood as lube and she rammed the huge dildo into her asshole. I could hear it rip from outside. I saw the blood begin to pour from her asshole. I then knew that my friend was a sadistic freak and enjoyed to torture people like me. She licked her bloody cunt and spit her blood onto the bitches face. She took the candle from her mouth and poured the hot wax onto her tits and cunt. She began to scream and my friend just smiled. She picked up a machete and cut each one of her tits off. She took a smaller knife and cut her pussy lips off. The blonde bitch was bleeding out and probably unconscious when she took the machete and cut her head off. This made my pussy soaking wet. I began to rub my clit when I noticed my friend was leaving the basement. I quickly stood up and proceeded to her door. She answered like nothing had happened. What an experience.

Hunt, Bind, Kill, Eat

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My hunger for flesh has been undeniable; and, yesterday, I had the great fortune of talking with someone who has my same unusual tastes. He shared a picture and several ideas that captured my interest; and, with the proper planning, I went out to execute it myself…even though it was risky alone. It was almost dusk, so I had to hurry to the local hiking trail. The pretty little families and coeds walked past; but, in the distance, I could see a large group and one particular meaty chick was lagging behind. I double-checked my trap and waited. One of her stupid little skinny friends stopped to help her; but, I breathed a sigh of relief when she returned to a boy that was further ahead.

I smelled the group as they passed; this catch would definitely need a bath before eating and I was glad that I set-up next to a creek. She was teetering and I was afraid that she would miss the spring that would trigger the net; so, I stepped out in front of her and asked if she could help me…that I had sprained my ankle. Oh, the ones with a little bit of body issues are so easy to snag! And, quickly, she was floating in the air in the net! I forced her to drink a concoction that would make her easier to maneuver; and that was easy because her mouth was open as she sobbed. She didn’t even scream because she knew that she was destined to be prey. I cut the rope and she lay there as I drug her and washed her.

Then, I bound her wrists and legs. Not correctly gauging her weight or tolerance, she began to come out of the semi-unconsciousness and began begging for her life, struggling against the ropes. I quit listening until she said that she had so many people that I loved her; looking up at her, I showed my doubt. She instantly burst into sobs and was quiet the rest of the time. I was going to attempt to roast her over a fire that I had recently created. I hadn’t realized that she’d be so heavy, though; as I carved her meaty flesh, I decided to take what I wanted. I’d leave a little of her hidden in the brush for a friend, whom I’d call and offer that part of the kill.

I happily returned to my vehicle and placed the backpacks of fresh meat in the trunk; her friends hadn’t even missed her yet. They were all huddled around a truck and drinking beer. Yes, she was better off where she was going; at least she’d bring pleasure this way, and I was quite certain that her own seasoning would be delicious.

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CSI Porn — Narcissus Narcosis

Uh oh, this gal’s high again
just hit the weed, ate 3 Valium and 2 Vicodin;
Look like Dr. House, stumbling around my living room
fell off the couch, broke a shelf and cracked the ceiling too.
I’m feeling doomed, haven’t even started drinking yet
nervous wreck, when will all this pressure start to break my neck?
Pissed at everyone, thinking about grabbing a pistol
a knife with no handle, some razor blades and my Ginsu;
and coming to get you, find you where you sleep
grab something to eat in your house, 
slitting your throat and fleeing the scene.
I’m hopeless, see? I’ve got nothing left to live for.
Get bored and choke myself to death with a 16-inch extension cord.
So be forewarned, I will leave you deformed
beyond the norm
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You better lock all your windows and barricade the front door, because I’m getting wet just thinking ’bout making a mess. With your face on the floor, and my boot on your head…

Why don’t you undress, and I’ll administer a test. Let’s see how long you can breathe while your throat’s full of hash. I’m gonna make sure the rope is nice and tight too. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally get some air. Ah. That’ll do. Nice and intricately tied. A spider web weaved that you’ll fall into…

See–it all starts here, and it’ll end here for you.