What is your worst nightmare? You wanna know what mine is. It is a man with a evil sheep thing mask shirtless with a saw. I am walking down the road on my way home from a shoot and he stops and asks me for a ride. I start to run because of the mask and saw, and he parks and takes off after me. I fall into a hole and he picks me up and slams my head into the ground my face is all bloody. He throws me into the back of his truck and takes me into a someone kind of shed. Blood is dripping on my face and I can barley see. He straps me on to a table and all I can see is his mask looking over me. He takes that saw and starts slicing my legs and takes my skin in one strip. There is blood everywhere, and he ripped my stomach off and had all my guts laying everywhere. Mhm a bloody mess sounds so good. Maybe this isn’t a nightmare but one deep fantasy
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A nightmare or a fantasy?
Hell Has Arrived
I could feel blood oozing from the 8 gashes he’d left on my body, never in the same place. I peeked one eye open just in time to see him taking the pipe back from Brandy. I took a deep breath, because I knew this next bit would be what would get the screams he was looking for. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself as best I could in the few seconds between that time and the time I heard the pipe slice through the air, landing hard on the fleshy area between my rib cage and my hip on the left side. I shrieked with the pain of that pipe slamming into my innards. He swung it again quickly, striking the other side in about the same place. He hit both sides once more each, then swung lower and hit my hips on each side, then my thighs, drawing stronger screams with each blow.
When he finally stopped, I was heaving tearful wails, struggling to catch my breath. After a minute or 2, I realized nothing else had happened in a while, and I finally mustered up my courage to glance in his direction. He was moving closer, but the smile plastered on his face was ferociously scary. I noticed the pipe was still in his hand, and my worries doubled. My heart started racing faster, and I could literally feel the sweat start to pour from my skin. When he got just in front of me, he took that pipe, and he shoved it into my pussy until it hit bottom, then shoved more, almost like he was trying to force that pipe up through my body from my cervix. I screamed and thrashed, but that only made it worse, so I tried my best to be still and just endure it. He pulled it mostly back out, then pounded it deeper into my pussy, shoving harder. After what felt like another 5 minutes of that insistent, drilling pressure in my pussy, I felt it leave me.
I should have been prepared for it, but I wasn’t. Almost immediately after that was removed from my pussy, I felt it rammed into my ass, and I swear it felt like it went straight up my spine and into my neck, so forceful was his hand. I screamed in frustration and I cried. I looked pleadingly at Brandy, and she mouthed an apology for the pain I was going through, but gave me a thumbs up for taking it like a champ.
TBC
Daddy’s punishment
*SMACK* another blow of his palm strikes my face, stinging my flesh. “You have a serious problem following instructions, don’t you, whore?!” I try to speak, but all I manage is a strangled gurgle when he yanks on my leash, making me fall to my face while he drags me across the room.
The concrete is so cold and rough, raking skin off of my face, my lips, my tits, and my knees. Little droplets of blood start forming all over the front of me on my milky, pale skin. “Now get our face in that fucking corner!” he orders. Turning painfully, I face the corner, bending low on my palms. He uses his foot to push my face to the floor. “I said ALL the way into the corner, slut!” I want to cry, but I’m not ready to, not yet. “Now grab those ass cheeks, and show me that nasty poop hole.” I do as I’m told, spreading them nice and wide. My little snatch is already dripping.
“You know you’re my nasty little cunt, don’t you?” here come the tears, “Yes, sir.” I reply. “And you know you upset me, don’t you?” I nod and squeak out “Yes, sir.” He growls under his breath, “Then you know why you’re getting punished.” I close my eyes against the dripping blood, trying to brace myself for whatever was about to come. Suddenly a searing pain tears open my tiny little asshole, filling my completely as he rams his fist into me, twisting and turning. A scream threatens to escape my throat, but I suppress it, and in a trembling voice I manage to say, “Thank you, daddy.”
What do you think my next punishment should be?
My Truck Driver
If you follow my blogs, you know that what really gets me off are rape fantasies. I like to be taken by surprise and manhandled. So, when I went hitchhiking across town the other day, I was secretly hopeful that I would be picked up by a horny guy who was going to have his way with me. When the 18 wheeler stopped for me, I was a bit nervous, but I got in. I was wet and horny and got just what I wanted. This super hot guy just winked at me and asked where I was going. I replied that I was hoping to run into a guy that wouldn’t mind fulfilling a rape fantasy. He cocked his head to the side and grinned and I knew that it was on.
He pulled into the next truck stop and gave me just what I’d been waiting for, his long throbbing cock filled my pussy and ass with loads of cum. He took it rough and left me bruised, but I’ve never felt better.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: What’s for Dinner?
Cannibalism phone sex was not on my agenda this weekend. I went camping with some girlfriends for Labor Day weekend. We did it old school too. Tents and everything. I had this nagging feeling that someone was watching us Friday night. I wrote it off as having seen one too many horror films. We got in the jeep to go four wheeling the next morning when we blew a tire. I got out to see what the problem was to discover an arrow throw the front tire. This was no accident. Arrows started flying through the air at us. We were being hunted. As I tried to get my girls in a group, an arrow went right through Paula. Lilly and I ran screaming but we were caught up in a net suspended us in the trees. There he was underneath us, making yummy noises like we were dinner. We soon realized we were dinner. Paula was too skinny to be a good meal he said, but Lilly and I had just the right amount of meat on our bones to be succulent he said. I thought this was some sort of sick joke or a bad dream. But we ended up in his cabin in the woods being prepped for his dining pleasure. We were hosed down like animals; all jewelry removed; our heads shaved since we were not natural blondes. We were dipped in a vat of melted butter, olive oil and seasonings. Our skin glistened as he made sure to rub his special sauce all over our bodies. We screamed when we saw the industrial size oven and the huge pans. I tried to plead for mercy. He shoved an apple in my mouth to shut me up. A matching one was shoved up my ass. He was humming a tune, when he opened the oven door. Warm air waffled over us as he sat us in the pans and pushed us in the oven. “See you soon for dinner,” was the last thing I heard.
Survival
I lay out everything we need on the coffee table, making sure there will be no delay when he arrives. I followed every instruction The note I was left said to. I get naked, and kneel, naked, on the floor between one end of the coffee table and the couch, and I wait. He’s coming up the hallway, I can hear him. The door opens. He’s tall, and his eyes aren’t just colored dark, but look dark. As ordered, I don’t speak. He locks the door behind him. He looks me over, feels the weight of each of my tits, opens my mouth, and sits down. Whipping his cock out, he orders me to move between his knees. He gets what he needs together from the table. “start sucking my junk, whore, I want to be in your throat when this hits.” I do exactly as I’m told. His cock is so dirty, and sweaty. Just how I like them. So I start going to town, cleaning every inch, and sucking him in deep when his meat springs to life. If I’m a good girl, maybe he’ll let me live when he’s done with me.
Brother’s favorite
“I’m so tired” I thought to myself. I got so very drowsy at dinner tonight. I should have known something was wrong, but my head was just so fuzzy while I struggled to climb the stairs to my room. The next thing I registered, was not the pounding in my head, but the pounding in my ass! My mind frantically grasped and worked to come through the fog, and figure out what was happening to me. OOOHH but it hurt so nicely. I tried to speak, but all I could muster was a loud groan. SLAP across my face! “Shut the fuck up, you dirty little slut, mom will hear us!” Oh my god, that’s my brother’s voice. My big brother is fucking the hell out of my poor, tiny little asshole! My pussy flooded at the knowledge of my very own big brother’s hot, hard cock slamming into my small body again, and again! This isn’t the first time he’s hurt me. He likes drugging me, or surprising me out in the barn and pushing me down to have his way with me. He says if I ever tell on him I’ll be sorry. I struggle a little, but he’s so much bigger than I am! Besides, little does he know, this is exactly the playtime I love!
patience is a virtue
They say patience is a virtue and it is one I do not have. I went shopping the other day. It took 5 minutes. 5 minutes of me listening to this blonde bimbo talk about me like I was shit. I tried so hard. We were in public, hundreds of people around. I would been seen, the entire thing would be seen but this bitch. She had to be shut the fuck up. She was talking to her boyfriend about me who just could not stop eye fucking me. She thought he was disgusted by me just like she was but in all reality he wanted me. She got up and went to the bathroom. I followed her with my man friends. They stood by the doors not letting anyone in. I checked each and every door to see if anyone else was in there. It was just me and her. I smiled to myself as I kicked her door open. It hit her right in her pretty little face. She tried to scream but I put a wad of wet paper towels in her bitch mouth. I grabbed her by her hair and put her head in her own piss and shit. I’d bring her back up for air for just a quick second and pushed her head back in. This bitch wanted to act like I was shit and now she is shit. I flushed to toilet watching her hair go down the open drain. I almost ripped her head off dragging her out into the open bathroom. That’s when the real fun started. I and all of my man friends had to piss and shit. We used that blonde whore as our toilet. Now tell me again sweetie, who is disgusting?
Storm Chasing and Fucking
I decided to take a night off from fucking stiffs at the morgue and revel on one of my other hobbies, storm chasing. My friend, Rob and I will go out on occasion when there is a storm in the area, so when he called I thought it was just what I needed. When chasing a tornado, the adrenaline that fills my body is pretty intense. That’s putting it lightly.
So, when we got close enough and were running parallel to a huge tornado, my heart was racing. Rob’s too, I knew when he looked at me with those huge eyes that he was tapped out in adrenaline and feeling the rush. We stopped for pictures and took many. As the storm bore down on a small town, I wondered how many new friends I’d have at the morgue as a result. Suddenly, my pussy was tingling and very wet.
I grabbed Rob’s thigh, then began stroking his cock and unzipped his pants. “Are you fucking crazy?,” he asked. “We cant be doing anything with the storm so close!” But, his cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck it, right then! So, I hiked up my skirt and climbed into his lap. Sitting down on his cock, I could see the tornado turning towards us. This only made my pussy wetter and we fucked fast and furiously. He started up the truck and tried his best to drive as I bounced up and down on his cock. We barely outran the storm and it was so fucking exciting!
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A Hell This Way Comes
I had an amazing day Sunday. Brandy, a friend of mine from https://fuckaliciousfreaks.com/, called me up and asked me to help her out with a caller. I agreed, because she’s a slammin’ hottie who can fuck like nothing. We usually have a good time.
This time, she tied me up immediately upon my agreement, and then hung me from a hook in her ceiling that I hadn’t really noticed before. Then, he walked in. I recognized him from a few of my own chats. My blood froze in my veins. The metal pipe in his hands did nothing to help matters, and my breath caught. I literally couldn’t breathe for several seconds. Brandy looked me in the eyes and promised she’d take care of me after we were done, and thanked me for helping her out. My eyes pleaded with her to let me out of this, but she winked at me and stepped to the side, out of my line of vision. 
When she returned, she was carrying a whip in one hand and a knife in the other. He walked over to her and traded the pipe out for the whip. I closed my eyes and waited. I could literally hear the sound of the whip as it slashed through the air just seconds before I heard and felt the crack of it against my skin. It hit my left breast, gashing it, and I hissed in pain. The whip slashed through the air 7 more times as I gritted my teeth and hummed and grunted with the pain. I knew he enjoyed screams, and I wasn’t ready to grant him that pleasure. When he finally struck that 8th blow, and I heard him sigh, I knew he’d given up on the whip.
TBC














