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Bloody Tools Phone Sex

I disobeyed you again. I was only trying to keep the other girl from screaming. You thought I was trying to have sex with her. You caught me trying to hug her and knowing what a dirty little snuff whore I am, you assumed the worst. I would never betray you, Master, but you don’t listen. I am gagged and  tied and dragged to the dirty old mattress. Your anger is unmatched by anything else here on earth, and I hope that you will finally snuff me out.   You throw me on the bed where your tools hang above on the wall.

The tools are still covered in blood from the last girl who made a mistake. Hammers, pliers, knives, and every other item that was never meant to work on humans. Your sick as fuck toolbox that you’re now going to use on me. I look at the hacksaw and beg for you to just cut off my head. But I know it won’t be that fast or easy. You slap me so hard my head flies back and hits the wall. You come at me with a screwdriver first, my eyes get wide as you jam it right through my stomach.

I can only watch in horror as you splatter my blood everywhere. Tool after tool, you cut and pierce my tiny body, and I am helpless to stop you. I see you finally pick the hacksaw. I feel sick relief and hope that this is the end. I want to feel those last moments of hell,  and I have watched so many other sluts go out this way. I want my turn tonight. I raise my chin, hope in my eyes, and expose my throat to you. You look angry, and instead take my legs and spread them apart, exposing my battered pussy.

You take the rusty, bloody saw, and place it between my legs and begin to saw back and forth on my cunt. Blood spills everywhere, and you laugh like a maniac. You throw the saw aside and climb on top of me and begin fucking my bloody hole. As you cum inside my gaping pussy, I know you will not give me the only thing I wanted tonight – my snuff. My exit. My only way out. 

Blood Rain

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   This dream I had the other night was rather bizarre. I suppose it had to do with the horror movie marathon we did that evening. I was the accomplice to a murderous scientist that managed to manipulate a virus into blood rain. My flesh was greyish green and I had wounds and scars all over me. The hideous scientist would inject me with his penic loaded with antiviral serum by fucking me in every hole.

This evil genius was so fucking hideous and he had this huge penis that oozed green serum. I was force fed this goo with his cock shoved in my mouth. He kept calling me his sinlicious accomplice. I am his succubus seducing and infecting my victims of both sexes. My cunt will infect them with a deadly virus and while this all is going on the rain turns to blood full of viral molecules. 

My scientist of pure evil manifestations continues to infect others making a whole new breed of anti-humans. These things are wandering the streets feeding on human victims and infecting those they allow to live. People fear the zombie apocalypse, but the real fear should be of these things that look fairly normal. They cloak themselves to appear normal and the only telltale sign are their red eyes. 

The creatures real identity will only manifest during their feasting period while they penetrate victims with their unsightly fuckrods of venom. There doesn’t seem to be a cure for this continued manipulation of the human DNA as my mad scientist continues to manipulate and alter the molecular structures being released into the air we all breathe. 

Please, I would beg my scientist of manipulation, stop this madness! Begging him I willfully take his cock inside me allowing him to fill me with his serum, to compel him to bring this epidemic to an end. Please help me in spreading the word or I will fuck you into oblivion. 

Ate Her Alive

I’ve never been so hungry. You always keep us starved, to keep our bodies tiny like you like them. But this month has been hell, you have been extra cruel. My head is spinning and I hallucinate from the starvation you make us go through. All the girls are hungry, and some of them don’t look like they are going to make it. Hell, I don’t know if I am going to make it, not without a meal soon.

I look around, hoping for rat shit, or anything that I could possibly eat. I had to have something or I was going to pass out. I had already drank what little piss I had for the day, and that wasn’t going to cut it. I crawled over to my cell mate and tried to wake her up, to see if maybe she had to shit or piss and if I could eat that. I kept nudging her, but she was zoned out, no doubt even more starved than me. But I kept trying to get a response from her, and she wouldn’t wake all the way up.

In my stuper, I got mad at her and kicked her in the face. I shouldn’t have done that, I was just feeling so helpless, but when I did – her nose started to bleed. Instantly I picked up on the scent of her blood. My mouth began to water and my stomach began to grumble. Oh my god, my hunger was excited by the smell of her fresh blood. I tried to put it out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I reached over and took a finger full and put it in my mouth. It tasted like heaven.

I looked at her emaciated body, and I could see her breathing shallow breaths. My mind began to rationalize that she wasn’t going to make it another day anyway, and she may be my only hope for something to eat. My stomach turned at the thought, but my survival instincts took over. I turned her on her back, and she moaned but didn’t try to fight me. I didn’t have any tools or knives, so how was I going to go about eating her? I decided I would just have to start at the most logical place – her pussy – and eat my way into her flesh.

I spread her skinny legs, exposing her pink pussy. It looked so juicy in a way I had never experienced before, and I placed my mouth down around her cunt lips and began to lick. Drool poured from my mouth, and I pulled my lips back to expose my teeth. I closed my eyes and chomped down on her pussy as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a rush of fresh blood into my mouth and I continued to chew away. I tore off piece after little piece with my teeth and chewed them up and swallowed, filling my tummy with her sweet flesh.  I would live to see another day in the dungeon, and maybe Stephanie would too, depending how long she can stay alive while I eat her up…

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Mummified

bondage phone sex taboo painMy Master told me he had just come back from a weekend long seminar at the Serious Bondage Institute in San Francisco. He learned a new bondage technique-mummification.  Essentially this meant I would be severely restrained and wrapped up like a shiny package or mummy.  I have seen mummies. I was scared. I mean not being able to move an inch, and possibly being denied much oxygen scared the crap out of me. But, what am I to do? I am a worthless whore at the mercy of her Master.

First, Master put me into a tight, sexy neoprene hood. Then he laid me out on what is called a Gingerbread platform. He started to wrap my body in a transparent pallet wrap from head to toe, and then from my toes back to my head. Master put me in this contraption he called a “Vertical Vac-Cube.” It felt like a mummy’s tomb. I was completely immobile and trapped in this rubbery thing with a tube in my mouth to breathe. Master then dumped buckets of ice water on me. So cold. The idea behind any of the vac toys, Master said, was “To put the victim in between sheets of latex, and then attach a vacuum cleaner to the space in between the latex sucking the air out, collapsing the latex around the victim and essentially vacuum sealing them in the pallet.” When he extracted me from the Vac-Cube, I looked like the vacuum packed products you buy at the store. It was like I was shrink wrapped. I started to panic because I could not move an inch.  

bondage phone sex torture evilI could breathe through a little tube Master put in my mouth, but because the plastic wrap was sealed so tight on my body, my rib cage was constrained, making breathing very difficult. He laid me out on the slab then wrapped me even further on to the platform. It was now becoming extremely hot in that saran wrap. I was vacuum sealed with another layer around me to restrain me even further. My body was on fire. I was cocooned under two tight layers of thick heavy plastic wrap. I was sweating and my breathing was becoming labored.

Then I heard a strange noise. It was faint as my ears were wrapped tightly like the rest of my body but I could not move my head to see what the noise was. Then I felt duct tape going over my face blinding me, and it felt like he put a layer over my stomach to further immobilize me. I couldn’t even cry I was restrained so tightly. I swear my eye balls couldn’t even move.  Pressure was building up in my body. I was mummified. It was a strange feeling. I felt almost dead. Completely motionless. Hot. Swallow breathing. Darkness. Not much different from being buried alive.

bondage phone sex blonde bitchThen I felt the table I was on flip. Master turned me upside down so the blood rushed to my head. Felt like my eyes would pop out of their sockets. My head felt like it was going to explode. It was all I could do to not vomit. If I did, surely I would choke on my own puke and die. This was the most excruciating bondage position Master had ever put me in. When I thought it could not get worse, I felt the vibrator between my legs. My clit was being over stimulating sending pain all through my body. I could not shake. I could not convulse. All I could do was lay their motionless praying for it all to be over soon…. Soon came hours later when I passed out. I woke up feeling like my bladder would explode too since I could not even pee. If I did surely it would go back up into my bladder. After almost 22 hours of being mummified, Master released me. But I was weak, so very weak and I suspect a few pounds lighter. Master said that was just the beginning, that this was only one mummification technique out of many that he learned. I was in serious trouble.

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Delectable Flesh

I was invited to a party by one of my male friends Robbie and he promised me there would be alot of coke available and plenty of alcohol. This girl can’t pass up a chance to get wasted *wink*. Robbie picked me up just after 9pm, and I was dressed in some spiderweb hose a short scarlet red skirt with a shear meshlike red blouse over a lacey black bra. I also wore some red leather low boots with stiletto steel heels.

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Robbie seemed to really approve of my outfit as he seemed to pop a woody almost immediately. Poor baby, so I gave him a hand and blow job as he drove us to the party. We arrived at this big old house off any main road and it was kinda secluded with an old graveyard flanking it’s rear. As we pulled up I was excited in how creepy the backdrop was for a perfect Hell-o-ween party.

The majority of attendees were male and most appeared they should or were in some form of metal, death metal type bands or scenes. There were a few chicks that were very Morticia Adams types. I did notice a couple younger chicks that appeared WAY out of place, and seemed to be uncomfortable and getting fucked up quickly. I had to muffle a laugh.

Robbie looked at me and mouthed that they were “prey” and will be used for the center of the entertainment. He mentioned they were actually being fed spiked drinks so they would be good and ready when it’s time. For some reason that sent shivers down my spine. I was aware of some of the twisted party’s Robbie mentioned his friends threw and how he’s come to enjoy the taste of human flesh and how good blood pudding made from human blood was.

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As the party got under way there was an accumulation of folks out back around a bonfire. As I approached a few guys were leading one of the “out-of-place” chicks who was pretty near passing out- to a place just beyond the fire. Robbie appeared at my side “let’s get in on the action, Geneva”. We approached the group just in time to see the chick was tied down to an altar and guys were slicing off pieces of her flesh and tossing it into a large cast iron kettle of wine, stock, blood and garlic. One of the Morticia type women was tending the pot and tasting the stewed bimbo as she was calling it. I had to go over and get a taste. It was delectable!

 

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: My Favorite Movie

bloody phone sex torture gothIt is pretty clear that I am not your typical girl. No amount of money would make me go to a Nicholas Sparks movie. Vomit. Eli Roth flicks are more my speed, especially Hostel 2. I enjoy the torture porn flicks. Bloody films with extreme violence, torture and sexual depravity get my cunt wet. Like all of the Hostel films,  the rich and the depraved pay for the thrill of killing some innocent lamb in whatever sick, twisted, perverted manner they desire. I relate to the female lead in this film, Beth.  A rich girl on vacation with her BFFS, meets the wrong people and finds herself kidnapped and in a room about to be prey to some submissive nerd who she rebuffed sexually because well, she has standards. But Beth turns the tables on Stuart; refuses to be his victim. She not only tortures him, but cuts off his worthless pecker and feeds it to the dogs, before snuffing him out and buying her way out of the torture chamber. My kind of girl. My hero. Beth and I are a lot alike, I torture and snuff out worthless pigs who have wronged me in some way. My victims are not so innocent. They are stupid, pathetic, weak, self entitled pricks who need to be taught a lesson, sometimes a deadly lesson.

bloody phone sex knife playNo man gets the better of me. And any dude who tries, finds himself castrated, bloody and likely no longer breathing like Stuart. Like Beth, I take no shit from men and I refuse to be a victim. Now, every now and then, I spare the life of a worthless prick just so he can become my torture doll. You can turn a dominate man into a submissive one. I have one Stuart like guy who tried to sexually assault me at a party once when I was intoxicated. Not only did I take his balls, which are in a jar on my mantle piece, I took his dignity. I own him now. He PAYS me to torture him. A rich motherfucker that until he met me, thought all women were on earth to service him and that his money could buy anything, and  anyone.

bloody phone sex evil killHis money can buy anything; it can buy the privilege of my sick, twisted attention. He pays me to bleed. In a twist on Hostel, he pays me to torture him, and he even tortures himself because he knows how much I enjoy it.  His neutered ass, slices his flesh and bleeds for me. He cuts hunks of his flesh off and gives it to me as presents. He even brings me sweet young things to play with, play with in my sick twisted way. Beth inherited her money; I was not so lucky to come from a wealthy family. However, I am rather cunning and crafty, so I am quite comfortable financially because I know how to milk pathetic losers like you. My love for money, however, does not outweigh my need to stalk and mutilate poor excuses for human beings. So, I will hunt and snuff you out for free. I don’t need to pay some Elite Hunting group in Slovakia for the pleasure of kidnapping, torturing and snuffing out pathetic losers. If you are reading this, you are fascinated by me. You have dark desires to hurt yourself for my pleasure; to pay me to cut and slice or even castrate you. Pay me to gut you like a pig and bathe in your blood.

Just like the woman in the opening scene of my favorite movie, I will suspend you above me, slice your arteries, and get off as your warm blood cascades over my body. I love it when you bleed for me. A goddess can never have enough loyal subjects to bleed and mutilate. I cannot wait to pierce your sweet, but worthless, flesh. And, I cannot wait to rape your wallet while I do it.

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Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: House of Horrors

evil phone sex big tits subbyMaster is very fond of scaring me. He claims I constantly need broken in; calls me his stubborn Philly. Last week he had me kidnapped by a bunch of frat boys. He paid them some beer money and they snatched me right out of the mall and took me to this house of horrors. They left there and told me to find my own way home. There was no electricity, no heat, nothing. The house was so old too. Like I could fall though a floor at any moment. I was afraid I would hurt myself. That was not what I should have been afraid of however.

As I felt my way around every  corner, I encountered a horrific find that had my heart racing. My Master put me in a nightmare. He created a house of horrors just for me filled with everything that terrifies me the most. There was a room filled with slimy slithering  snakes. I had to crawl on the floor feeling them run  all over me. I peed my panties. Another room had spiders. Big hairy fucking spiders. I squished some with my fingers. So gross. I hate creepy crawly things. Master knows this. I was sure he was filming this and getting off somehow.

I had my cell phone with me, and although I could not get a signal to call for help, my flashlight app worked. I was trying to conserve the power, but I was getting more and more scared. The next room had something hanging from the ceiling, like punching bags that I had to navigate through. When I got something slimy on me I used the flashlight to see what exactly I was pushing my way through. Big mistake. It was like I was in a slaughter house. Dead pigs and cows everywhere. Gutted and bloody. The stench was nauseating. Master loves  playing survival games with me. Testing my will to live.

I have survived worse than a house of horror. I have been buried alive, submerged in water, forced to kill… I can get through a creepy house.  Suddenly, the floor fell out from underneath me. I was falling and landed in something wet and sticky. I fell hard too. I knew that smell, that taste. I was in blood. A vat of blood. No clue what kind of blood, didn’t want to know. I felt like Carrie at the prom. My long blonde hair was covered in blood. I fell in a tub. I crawled out and at least now I knew I was on the next level of the house. I crawled on the floor when pain hit. I was now crawling on broken glass. It hurt like hell. But I went as quick as I could. I was covered in blood, my own and someone or something else’s too.

I crawled right into a person, a live person. I thought it was my Master, but when I used the flashlight I saw it was something grotesque. A freak of some sort. It picked me up by the throat and throttled me. I was gasping for air, kicking frantically to free myself. Then the freak through me hard against a wall. I hit the wall, then fell through another floor. My Master and his friends were there waiting for me, laughing. I was  covered in blood, bleeding, banged up and they were laughing. My pain amused them. Does my pain amuse you?

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Ring Around The Rosie

violent phonesex shadowHer name is Rosie and I got her just for you my dark and demented lover. You would have never gone and gotten her yourself. You want this but you want me to do the dirty work and that is fine with me I love doing the dirty work so that we can enjoy the pleasure of her screams together. Let’s play ring around the Rosie. Let’s surround her and rip her flesh with dthis dull blade. Watch me cover myself with her blood before pressing my bloody body against yours and giving you permission to fulfill your P – rape fantasies on her tight, bald pussy. My cunt is twitching and quivering knowing that you are going to be ruthless just for me and that your dick will fill me once it is bloody and satisfied by the dark desires with in you. Our pleasure is her pain, just as it should be.

No One Knows

On a hot summer night I offered my throat

to the monster with the red roses.

He offered me his mouth, teeth,  and hunger.

I knew he would starve without me.

 

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning,

there was fog crawling over the sand.
When you listen to my heart,

you hear my terror churning.
I see the bloody shards cutting
through my trembling hands.

You were licking your lips
with your scissors shining.
you were dying just to take your  taste.
We were kneeling together in a puddle of blood
and by the the light of the moon.
You knew there wasn’t a moment to waste.

You hold my throat and my knees grow weak.
As my body gets prepared for the ground.
I’m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can’t seem to make any sound.

Then you cut my tongue right out of my mouth.
All the while you were still fucking me.
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I see that you’re beginning to grin.
We’re finally alone and you can do what you want.
The night is young
And Ain’t no-one gonna know where I am
No-one gonna know where I am….

Mutilation Phone Sex with Blair: Broomstick Anal GangBang

mutilation phone sex rough analFor Halloween, I am always a sexy witch. I got the pointy hat, broomstick and sexy witch’s outfit. My son and I were going to a party at a  friend of his house, so I wanted to look extra hot. The party was fun; lots of cute boys and wicked party favors. I was doing lines of coke all night and slinging back the Jager bombs. After a while, I became cognizant, even in my doped up stupor, that I was the only female left. I actually thought that was a good thing. I believed I was going to get gangbanged. I got gangbanged all right, but not by cocks.

My son dragged me down to the basement of his friend’s house and tied me up, bent me over with my ass totally exposed. I still thought I was going to get cock. I could see the guys lining up, but none had their cocks out. They each were holding a broom stick, with my son holding the one I brought to the party. I was going to be sodomized by broom handles. One by one they approached me and shoved a broom handle up my ass repeatedly. No lube or nothing. Just rough anal torture. I was crying. I could feel blood running out my ass. I think my insides were even getting stirred up. The pain was excruciating. My ass was being mutilated by broomsticks. I was crying, begging for them to stop, but they only listened to my son, my Master who was telling them to go harder, deeper and faster. My ass would never be the same again.

After hours of anal torture, it was my son’s turn. He said he saved the best for last. He kissed my mouth then rammed my broomstick up my ass so hard I puked from the pain. He shoved it in and out for a good 20 minutes. When he pulled out the broom handle from my ass, it was covered in blood and shit. He made me suck it clean.  I had to suck my bloody, shitty broom stick in front of all his friends who had participated in my anal violation.

When I had spit shined that broomstick, my son released me. He made me bend over and look in a mirror to see the damage to my ass. I had a complete rectal prolapse.  My asshole looked like a rose. It was bright red, and inside out. I have had rough anal before, even two cocks in my ass at a time, and been fisted, but nothing hurt more than being sodomized by broomsticks. I had to crawl upstairs, bleeding, nauseated , humiliated and in pain. My son and his friends just laughed.

When I asked if I could go home and tend to my wounded ass, my son slapped me, and said, “Silly mommy. That was just foreplay. The night is still young.”

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