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Elixir of Poison

Master invited me to a special gathering of pagan friends since I am a solitary witch. I usually avoid such gatherings but Master wants me to come along. These gatherings are known for their high sexual content and are generally Crowley followers/ members of the OTO. This following is based from Eastern Mysticism, Freemasonry, and a couple other Western belief systems. Essentially Paganistic.

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  This was more or less an social gathering not so much any ritualistic type planned gathering, thus others were invited to attend the temple. I agreed to attend and dressed to suit the occasion since they are very sexual and I know master well enough to know he has ulterior motives.

Upon arriving I was introduced to many of the members and was taken to a room and given an “elixir” to purify me and prepare me for the ceremonies of the night. I glanced at Master and he just nodded indicating that I should just go with it and give myself to these individuals.

Drinking the elixir I started to feel a warmth course through my body. The elderberry liquor was prepared with Belladonna a poisonous toxic plant when ingested in the wrong amount. When prepared properly it is the ideal elixir to promote relaxation, and the correct state for which opening the individual to delights of the body. Orgies are fueled with this poison in a strength just below the toxic level. When to much is ingested one will go into cardiac arrest. \

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Baseball Bat Fucking

I remember you from class. The nerd. The dork. The weird guy that no one would go out with, including me. How did I end up here? The last thing I remember was being at the party, drinking some drinks, and then nothing… Then I wake up here, tied to your bed, with you naked in front of me with your cock out and stroking it as you let you eyes roll over my naked body. I ask you what the hell you think your doing. You calmly say, “Stephanie, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you are mine.” I tell you you’re a nutjob and to untie me. You spit in my face and suddenly turn very angry.

You don’t seem like the geek we teased in school – there is something terrifying about the look on your face, like you’re going to do what you want. My pussy shudders, and I can’t believe I start to get wet just from your small show of power. I can’t help but glance down at your cock as you stroke it, and its huge. Who would have thought you could be hiding such a gorgeous dick inside those jeans all those years? As you spit slides down my face, you reach over the side of the bed and pull out a baseball bat.

I cringe at the bat, not knowing if you plan to hit me with it, and too afraid to ask. You take my legs and  put them back over my head, opening my perfect pink pussy wide for you to see. You take the cold metal bat and place the large end against my glistening slit, and begin to twirl it around, teasing me with the hard cold metal. You ask me if I want to play ball with you, and I I can’t help myself, I say, “Yes”. You spin the bat faster and it begins to twist inside my tight cunt, stretching the opening as far as it will go.

I lose my breath at the width of the bat, and this just feeds your madness, so you begin pushing and turning the bat even harder. It penetrates my tiny pussy and I cry for you to go slow. But you don’t listen, you twist faster and harder and begin to ram me mercilessly with the metal bat. You stroke it in and out with all your strength and I can feel at least 16 inches  of it up inside me, tearing me apart. You’re still stroking your cock with your other hand and tell me to open wide. I open my mouth, and watch as you shoot your hot load all over my tongue. As you cum, the bat stops moving, and I get a small break from the hard fucking you gave me.

You lay down beside me, both our hearts pounding, the bat still inside me. You tell me that the second inning is coming soon, and that I better be ready. You fall asleep, and even though I could probably get my arms free, I chose not to. I lay there, tied to your bed, waiting for you to wake up and give me more. If I would have known what a fucking turn-on you were back in school, you wouldn;t have had to kidnap me like you did tonight….

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You said you chose me because I look like a “bad girl”. Even though I was terrified, I was also flattered in some weird way. You told me you watched me for weeks, the way I walk, the way I talk, and every move I made. You said you listened at my window at night while my father fucked me secretly in my bed, and you said you knew I fucking liked it. How did you know what was deep in my heart like that?

I look around the room, and I see pieces of my clothing. Not what I had been wearing today, but panties and stockings from the past several weeks. You’ve been in my house? You had to have been to take these items. You grab a pair of panties I remembered wearing last week, before you took me, and you start licking the crotch. You lick them like there is candy on them, and again, I am flattered rather than disgusted. My pussy starts to tingle as I imagine your tongue actually tasting my pussy.

You’re a dirty old man, obviously sick in the mind and crazy to have taken me the way you did. But you have a confidence about you, an aire of evil that demands respect. You stare in my eyes as you begin to chew the panties. You come towards me, as I lie naked and tied on the table, with my panties still hanging from your mouth. You spit them into my face, and I get a whiff of the sweetness of my cunt mixed with the rank of your saliva. My stomach leaps as I realize you’re going to hurt me. Your stare is like an animal, not a man.

My panties cover part of my vision, but I can see you above me. I feel your breath and then your tongue on one of my nipples. You again tell me what a bad girl I am, and that I am a fucking little whore who lets my daddy fuck me. Without warning, I feel your teeth for an instant and then fire spreads through my body as you bite my nipple right off! I can’t even scream because the pain takes my breath, and you begin to chuckle. You remove the panties from my face, and I see you there, some crazed evil man, with my bloody nipple in your mouth. You spit it on the floor, like its nothing, as my blood runs down the sides of your  mouth. You don’t even wipe it away as you stick your bloody tongue out and move towards my other nipple….

It’s getting worse.

violent phonesex georgiaHe started calling my phone and hanging up. I know it’s him because sometimes he breathes heavily into the phone and tells me how he’s going to hurt me. I’m afraid, but at the same time excited. I swear I saw camera flashes coming from outside my window last night. I was playing with myself. I would be so embarrassed if he had evidence of me being dirty, but I think he does…
Someone’s been sending flowers to my house, the note attached tells me what a dirty bad little girl I’ve been. I’m fairly certain that it’s him and he’s being leaving me voice mails as well because I’m almost too afraid and excited to answer my phone. In the voice mails, he tells me that I’m allowed to touch myself, only he can. He says if he catches me doing it again I’ll pay in whatever way he seems fit.
I can’t let my boyfriend near me because he might kill him. I don’t know what surprises are in store if I don’t listen to him and I’m not sure if I’m ready to take any chances.

Culinary Exploits

I’ve had this chef pursuing me for some time now, and we’ve flirted a little in crossing paths in visiting our professional knife sharpener friend. Well this chef is a client of my friend that does blacksmithing, metal work, and services numerous culinary masters in proper care for their tools of the trade. One afternoon I was just arriving with a couple of my stilettos, and my favorite butcher and carver knives to have prepped for the weekend. I was planning a pig roast, bar-b-q and bonfire for a gang of my biker friends. I have planned on raiding a pumpkin patch later tonight to grab some pumpkins for some creative party fun.

In passing chef man we conversed briefly and he told me he really wanted me to stop in his restaurant after 9pm he had a surprise for me, and to sweeten the deal, he said he made some chocolate raspberry truffles for me. Well 9pm was still to early for my little raid so I shrugged and said maybe I’ll stop by. I actually schemed a little in my head thinking I could persuade him to assist. He has a black pick up truck that would be much easier for the heist.

I swung by his place on my bike just as the last guest was leaving. Corey greeted me in the dining room where he escorted me to the kitchen. He presented me with these really awesome truffles and poured me a red zinfandel. Sipping the wine and nibbling on a truffle I watched him as he was packing up all of his carving tools in awe. Well, I had no idea you were an culinary artist, Corey.

At that comment he turned to me with a rather glistening large carving knife. I was sitting up on a stainless steel work table as he approached me holding the knife in a rather questionable way. He stood in front of me as I started feeling light headed but was well aware his hand was on my thigh. Attempting to inch away actually seemed to fuel something inside him.

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This look came over his face both his hands where on my thighs thrusting them apart as he ran the razor sharp blade across my inner thigh. Drawing blood he leaned in and started lapping at the slit he made on my thigh. At this point I was losing consciousness. He continued to lap at the crimson stain across my inner thigh moving up his tongue sliding across my clit. He started licking along my pussy lips I could see what he was doing but couldn’t speak or move. He would lick at the cut and then run his tongue with my blood on it over my clit and suck it before probing inside my cunt with his tongue. Going in and out of consciousness I saw him grab another shiny tool. In the little consciousness I had I caught a glimpse of a fair skinned blonde female, naked in the corner tied to a chair. I couldn’t tell if she was alive and kept drifting in and out.

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He wheeled her over in front of me, and reached out to steady me as he lifted the wine to my lips again. It tasted different, iron, warm tangy… mmm… this wasn’t wine. I was awakening a little and he made sure I could see the other female in front of me. He took a smaller paring knife like blade and started running the blade over her flat chest, in a pattern. Yes, a pattern.  It seems he was carving something in this females flesh. He was carving my name across her chest. He went and grabbed another tool, a motorized rotary tool. I tried hard not to watch but he wouldn’t have it.

Corey grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and had attached a large steel circular blade to the tool. Putting the motorized saw in my hand he guided my hand and blade to this females wrist. Spattering blood her flesh tears the sound of the blade hitting the bone her eyes fling open terror in her face. She makes no noise as her tongue was cut out. Corey looked at me and kissed me forcing the removed tongue in my mouth mouthing for me to chew. He puts the wine to my mouth and i gulp it down. The tongue had been sauteed in balsamic and olive oil, and tasted divine.

“You’re now my accomplice Dusty, why carve pumpkins when we can carve something more fulfilling?”

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His Name Was Jack

evil phonesex karmaWhat a perfectly evil, bloody, sadistic, sick and twisted idea. Sound like anyone you know? Pretty boy Jack, wanting a go at Gothic me. It was so laughable. And then I was walking by a department store with a Halloween display in the window and I got this morbid idea. So fucking morbid I came standing there thinking about it. Like always the gears in my brain started turning as I began to plot in my mind. Off to the store I went looking for what I needed. Wouldn’t you know that all the tools they sell now days are plastic and cheap and would never do for what I had in mind. Shit, would this end up being a fleeting fantasy that lives only in my dreams? FUCK FUCK FUCK! Walking into the local thrift store my mood was quickly moving from wickedly excited to dark and brooding. Then I saw them. The wooden handles and gleaming metal. They were perfect! I don’t know how old they were, but they would certainly work for what I had in mind. The sign on them making my heart quicken again as my nipples grew hard.  “PUMPKIN CARVING KIT”  I bought them right away and rushed off to find Jack. He was going to be thrilled that I was giving him a chance to make me happy. And happy I would be when his head was severed and I was carving it, my Jack O Lantern. evil phonesex pumpkin carving

Carving in the Field

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I love pumpkin carving season. There are so many evil things I can associate with Halloween. Hunting, capturing, snuffing, and than turning the flesh to art has to be one of my favorite activities. Have you ever looked up the many missing person cases that accumulate right around the harvest season?

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Pumpkin patches can be so much fun. Have you ever gotten lost in the corn maze? Well, if you have than you probably felt the stare of something you can’t quite see? You walk and walk, soon you can not seem to find your way back. I especially love when you enter at dusk and by the time the sun sets you really are lost. No one around to hear you scream when I take you. Drag you into the corn, and off of the maze. You’re grabbing at the corn trying to stop the abduction.  I love watching as you are almost unconscious, and you feel the first cut into your skin. I laugh cause I watch that fear take over you as you can now see the other ones. Precious fear cut into their faces for eternity. Such beauty! All around us an army of bloody scarecrows. Your fate has been sealed.

You finally take your last few raspy breathes as you see me drag one, two, maybe three more to my outside art studio. All ages can have so much fun here! I love a variety of carvings. From the young to the old. I do not discriminate.

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Kill Yourself Already!

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Hello there, My name is Jade. I am your suicide prevention hotline specialist. I specialize in suicide fantasy phone sex. Whatever your problem is, we can solve it. Life is an option. I know it may feel like no one loves you. But trust me when I say I do. You have so much to live for love. I would hate to see you off yourself. You feel alone, useless, pathetic right? Like no one would give a damn if you died? You feel like the world would be a less fucked up place if you remove yourself from it? Come on sweetie, I need you. I love you! Don’t you dare think of awful things like that! Don’t think about, you being a pathetic wimp. To even think of killing yourself is foolishness. I mean, if you really wanted to do it… you would have done it already right? I mean what’s the fucking use of complaining about your stupid life. Stop fucking whining about it. I mean, I know it’s hard feeling like you’re less of a man. I understand. You don’t compare to your wonderful friends who’s life is complete and fulfilled. Damn love, I just don’t want to see you go. But if I was in your position I would see why you have thoughts of suicide. You know what, just die already! Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said that. Just wrap that rope around your neck and kick the chair, or put all the bullets in, load up and shoot. Fuck, I did it again. Life is an option!! But no one said Death wasn’t an option either. Awww Fuck it, No one fucking cares! Kill yourself already. 

Flatline

violent phonesex flatlineI have a friend that is a doctor and he got his hands on a cardiac monitor. I just had to have it. He dropped it off last week and showed me how to hook up the leads. I got so fucking wet when he hooked it up to me and I watched the screen with the line going up and down in time to my heart beat. I knew that I would use it soon, but not to enjoy the steady rhythm of the heart beating. Instead I wanted to cum as the line goes flat, knowing that the life has gone out of the body that I am torturing. I know that the thrill is going to be over the top hot for me. As soon as he left I dragged it down to the basement and grabbed her dirty little body, dragging her kicking and screaming to the table where she has watched me torture so many before her. I strapped her down while I laughed, rubbing my cunt. I ripped her already tattered dress off and shoved her soiled panties in her mouth making her gag but preventing her from screaming. Carefully I hooked up the leads in just the right places and turned on the machine. The screen lite up and the rhythmic beeping was so hard and fast from her fear that it made my nipples stand straight up. I felt it fitting to use my medical supplies for this torture, shoving a speculum up her ass and gaping it open I began to cut her ass from the inside. I was going to drag this out as I listened to the sound of the cardiac monitor.  Slowly I used the scalpel that was covered in the shit from her ass on her dirty skin. Watching her skin change from dirt black to blood red was exhilarating. All the while listening to the monitor, cutting deeper and watching her bleed out, until finally I couldn’t take it any more and I made that final cut, cumming as the machine flat lined and her body went limp. violent phonesex angie

Another Barbie for You

I brought you the blonde you wanted. I am never enough. I am so pathetic and too skinny. You pick out who you want and I get them for you. Why do you keep choosing girls who are nothing like me? They are always so pretty and have huge breasts and blonde hair. Fucking barbie dolls. I am such a piece of shit, I know I can never be everything you desire. I am stuck in this nightmare of sharing you with these sluts who don’t even need another man.

I know thats the only reason you keep me alive. You know how good I have gotten at tricking them into coming with me. You see the surprise in their eyes when you grab them, and you know I did a good job. I hate it. I hate watching you take their bodies against their will, and force them to suck your gorgeous cock. Then you tie us together, and you fuck her while my sickly body just gets jerked around from the pumping motion. I feel every thrust, but not the way I want to feel it.

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These ungrateful bitches get your cock in their pussies and all they do is cry and beg for you to stop. They are so lucky and they don’t know it. I am just a ragdoll tied to their back to watch. Just a piece of shit. No good for you anymore. I would do anything to be them in those moments. To feel your lust and your cock and have your attention.

The only joy I get is when you are finally finished with them. You fuck them until they stop begging, until they give in to you. They trust you and believe they are going to be okay. Thats when I get untied. Thats when I trick them one last time and tell them that they, like me, will be okay. I hug them as they tremble in fear and relief and I feel their hearts pounding. You come up behind them, finally look at ME, and shoot a bullet through their pretty head.

I have a mess to clean up, but at least the barbie is gone. I watch you fuck the hole in her skull, and know that you will need another very soon. Your taste for the pretty ones has become insatiable.