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Cannibalism Phone Sex; New Desires

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I am normally a pretty confident beast when it comes to my killing methods. This time was different, the ritual was different, I was going to be killing not for fun but for sustenance. I had my bag packed with all of the things that he said was essential to this kind of capture; a loaded handgun, a pocketknife, two rolls of duct tape, some heavy duty rope, and a water bottle with dissolved Rohypnol. I changed out of my normal edgy attire into some clothes that I picked up from a store called Hollister. I did my hair up nice so that I could fit in. I went to this party at a sorority house, and kept my eyes open for what I knew I needed to look for. Then I saw her, Annie. She was stumbling around drunk and everyone was shoving her off of them. Some dude shoved her down to the ground where she laid there for a min and everyone laughed before grouping outside for some more fun. I went down to her level and told her I was going to give her a ride home. She said she lived in the dorms which were in walking distance but I insisted on helping. Once she was in the back seat she passed back out. I turned the heat on low to make sure that she stayed that was and called my confidant to let him know I was on my way back to his place with a surprise.

We got back with no problem, I took an extended route with my turns and back roads then necessary, making sure I was not followed. I pulled up to his big scary house and was greeted by him. “She is not waking up anytime soon Sir.” I said as we poked out head inside the opened back door. “Well, we will see about that Harper, let’s go get her showered and measured up.” We each took and arm and drug her over our shoulders into the shower room. “Grab that rope Harper and go ahead and tie her wrist and ankles Harper.” I went ahead and secured her in place. He pulled out his measuring taped and measured her key areas, thighs, hips, waist, arms and breast. I could see him lick his lips, “Yes, yes, that will do quite nicely Harper.”

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He handed me a pair of scissors and I went ahead and began to remove her clothing. “I’m really impressed! And you’re still new to shopping. You did great!” I nodded my head eager to move further in our steps. I went ahead and shaved her as he prepped the shower water to not be too cold. As he spayed her I used a wet wash cloth and began to clean her body free from soap and perfumey residue. He never understood why brats these days wore all that carp, but he did know he did not want to taste it. She began to wake up, really groggy still. He began to question her and prep her for her up and coming roasting. I chuckled as she cried and he condemned her to have more respect for herself, and be proud that she was selected.

We lifted her up and brought her into the kitchen and setting her onto the counter. Rick handed me a bottle of sage, olive oil. I rubbed her down while she continued to cry. He explained to her that a life of art major was such a time consuming downfall into the inevitable downfall and drug overdose. That at least with this her life would be enjoyed and remembered. I finished rubbing her down and then moved to stuffing her. A mix was made when I called and said I was on the way. I shoved it into her both vaginally and anally. It was hard for me to contain my excitement. He let her know that she would be rendered unconscious after inhaling enough smoke and then placed an apple in her mouth. We attached her to the spit pole and brought her to the roasting stations. She tried to wiggle herself free of it but she was now going anywhere. She whimpered and gagged until her head went limp. I turned her on the spit pole making sure to base her with the oil mixture. Once her skin was a golden brown it was time for her to come off and her meat to rest. We sliced her open and had a amazing dinner. Her leftovers were packed and saved and the carcass thrown out to complete the circle of life. Mmmm. I could not wait for my next meal.

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Bloody Phone Sex Midnight Fun Fuck

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A client of mine has grown to be a little, well attached lately to me. He calls me his goddess which I do not mind. He decided that we needed to have a 3 month anniversary party and called me over to his house for dinner. I was a little hesitant at first but he said he had a surprise for me. I figured why not, what was the worst thing that could happen. He had seen me dismember bodies’ lots of times so it would not be in his best interest to try anything with me. He asked me to wear my best dress. Again, although an odd request it was not the worst. I wore a beautiful, floor length gown. It was form fitting and the font plunged in a v down to almost my belly button. When I got there, candle light filled up his home. He kissed my hands and I squinted my eyes towards him.

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He invited me over to the table. There was a beautiful roast made. He pulled out my char and I sat down. He then sat next to me. As we ate he pointed out the dead flowers in the middle of the table. “These are for you my Goddess.” I eyed him up with a confused glare. He held the vase close to me for me to examine. The flowers looked like tiny skulls. They were actually really beautiful. I gave him a smirk. I appreciated his generosity; this was actually a surprise that I had no problem receiving. After we were done he asked me to stand. He undid the clasp in the back of my dress and it fell to the floor. He knelt on the ground and removed my heels one by one and sat everything nicely to the side. He took my hand and led me to the basement. “Here she is your surprise.” He was so excited to show me.

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She was small, and super cute. She crouched in the corner crying. Her back was bleeding, she has suspension hooks already dug deep into them. I removed the gag from her mouth. She cried and whimpered for me to please say her. She wanted her mommy and daddy and that she would not tell anyone. He hooked the hooks in her back to some chains that were attached to an apparatus suspended in the air. He began to turn the crank. She screamed as it pulled her up. I laughed at her cries of mercy. She was up above me close to the ceiling and extended her arms out towards me trying to get me to take her down. I could do nothing but laugh. “My goddess,” He knelt down and handed me a knife, the blade sharp. I ran it across her body teasing her with the tip. She screamed and then I slit her throat. I showered myself in the spray of her blood. He came up to me and embraced me in a kiss. I bit his lip. He led me out the back door where the full moon light covered out bodies. He pulled me over to him and I mounted him riding his dick roughly. He felt good inside. I leaned down and took the side of his neck into my mouth, blood began to rush down him. We fucked like we were wild, us both cumming coated in blood. I would say that was quite a surprise.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair

rape phone sex fantasies mommyI woke in a good mood that day. Got up to get the newspaper to discover a dead bird and dead flowers at my doorstep. A note simply said, “whores don’t deserve pretty things.” I tried to erase the image of dead things from my mind with a morning jog through a nearby cemetery. As I was running, I felt something hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground, landed on a bed of decaying flowers on an old grave. Before I could get up and access my damage, a group of men scooped me up and tossed me in to a old creepy mausoleum.

It felt like I was in there for days. I am claustrophobic, so being enclosed with a dead body made hours seem like an eternity. My attackers came back at nightfall. “We’ve been watching you Blair,” said the ringleader. “You give up your pussy and ass to anyone. That makes you a whore. No one misses whores.” They started ripping my clothes off, slapping me around, treating me like a street corner junkie hooker. They forced me down on their cocks. Spit in my face as they skull fucked me. Pissed down my throat as they came. Shoved dead flower petals in my mouth to force me to drink their cum. Gagging, convulsing, blood trickling down my face from a cut on my head…I had to look awful, but that didn’t matter to them. I was simply their fuck pig. They even made me squeal like one to prove that I was nothing but a dirty animal.

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One guy tied me up and bent me over the cold stone coffin, while his buddies took turns sodomizing my ass and fisting my cunt. Spiders and other creepy crawlies were covering my flesh as they violated all my fuck holes. They were laughing and drinking as I was crying and puking. At least 8 of them, so for hours upon hours they force fucked me in an abandoned mausoleum. I begged to be let go. Promised I wouldn’t tell a soul. “Of course you won’t Blair because dead whores tell no tales,” said the guy in charge right before he punched me unconscious.

I woke up in the coffin. The dead flowers covering my body were the least of my worries. I was nestled in between two decaying bodies of women who likely were victims of the same group of men as me. I went into a panic attack. I could hear muffled laughter as I felt my chest constrict to the point I could barely breathe. When I would imagine the most horrible death, it pretty much looked like this. Enclosed in a small space, naked, violated, with decaying flesh and a host of creepy insects.

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2 Girl Phone Sex with Venus and October: A killer Teen Rape Porn Fantasy

2 girl phone sex teen torureMy boyfriend and I have found a new venue for picking out victims: FetLife. All sorts of stupid cunts on that site who don’t realize it isn’t 50 Shades of Grey, but hardcore BDSM. John met October in a chat room for girls with a teen rape porn fantasy . She wanted to be force fucked. Well, John showed me the picture she sent him with her nipple clamps, being suspended in the air. “That’s our next victim,” I said with delight. A dark beauty who is submissive. She was going to be fun. October had no clue what was in store for her when she agreed to meet John.

I stayed hidden for awhile, watching her flirt with my man. I don’t get jealous. He has no use for a subby fuck slut other than to torture her for my pleasure. That man adores me. I listened bored as she rambled about daddy issues. Cry baby and a stupid cunt. It was clear she was going to back out of the rape fantasy they had planned. The whore was looking for someone to love her, not attack her. Well, we were going to love force fucking and hurting her;  that should account for something.

teen rape porn fantasy octoberAs soon as I made my presence known, the bitch tried to run. Fucking beanpole I could snap in two. What the fuck was October thinking? John grabbed her by her stringy hair, while I slapped a spider gag in her mouth. John forced fucked her pretty little mouth. I even put on my strap-on so I could skull fuck the stupid whore too. We both assaulted her mouth until she was puking. I loved watching her puke up John’s cum at first, but then I got annoyed with the bitch. I mean he has great spunk. You don’t let his seed go to waste. Her rejection of his cum pissed me off, so I grabbed a lock of her hair, shoved her face  down on the ground, and made her lick it up. I even pissed on the floor for shits and giggles so she could lick that up too.

snuff sexOctober reeked of piss and vomit, so I pulled her into the shower to clean the fuck pig up. Can’t conduct a teen rape fantasy smelling like a pig. I tossed her in the basement shower we use to clean up blood and dismember bodies. She was crying, sobbing, pleading to be released. “Bitch, be careful what you ask for, you just might get it,” I snapped at her, right before I sodomized her with the shower massage. That was fun. I crammed that big shower head up her tight little pink asshole. By the time I was done anally torturing the stupid cunt, I could shove my fist up her ass and yank out her innards. Hosed her down head to toe. The way I assaulted her with that shower massage, gave new meaning to the term squeaky clean!

accomplice phone sex 2 girl callI dragged her back into the living room, tossed her on the floor and told John to give the whore the fantasy she wanted. I masturbated as he force fucked all of the stupid cunt’s holes. When he made her all dirty and bloody, I put on my strap-on and shredded her ass  some more. I used my special dildo. The one with spikes. Tore her little teen cunnie up. As she lie bleeding and crying on the floor, I yelled, “Still have rape fantasies whore.” I laughed so hard. October thought she could meet a nice man online by acting like she wanted to be sexually assaulted. I don’t think Christian Grey trolls the rape fantasy rooms on FetLife.  She was in the wrong place for a sugar daddy.

snuff pornClearly, we couldn’t let the bitch live. I toyed with letting her linger barely alive for days, or snuffing her out quickly and moving on to the next stupid whore. We agreed that October had some value as a cum dumpster. We took her into the bathroom to clean her up again. As John was pissing down her throat, she tried to bite his cock. Not that she could have done any damage with that spider gag in her mouth, but the fact that she even attempted to harm him, pissed me off royally. I’m like the Hulk. You won’t like me when I’m mad.  I hog tied her and tossed her in the tub. John and I fucked as we watched the whore drown. She flailed about like a fish out of water for a bit, until she took her final annoying breath. Stupid cunt clearly bit off more than she could chew.

Costume Party

Torture SexIt is Cinco De Mayo and that means there is a party somewhere! I decided to get all slutted up and go down to college row and see what kinda house parties were going on.

There were some dumb sorority bitches having a party but I’m not going to get laid there! Then I found this fraternity party! I had no idea who they were. They were all dressed in black hooded robes and wearing stupid masks on their faces. I didn’t care. Doesn’t matter who they are as long as they have liquor and a cock!

Of course I walked right in like I owned the joint. They did not seem to pay too much attention to me which was a little fucked up, especially considering I was the only girl there.

No one was talking, just chanting like some other language or something but finally someone handed me a drink! I don’t have a clue what it was and I guess he didn’t either cus when I asked he just went on chanting and walked away!

The room started to spin after about 3 or 4 of those drinks! Next thing I remember, I woke up with some guy slamming the shit out of my cunt and a line of about ten guys right behind him, all with their cocks out!

There was a different group of guys screaming at them to fuck me! Telling how to grab my tits and tear my ass!

The men in line were rushing and fucking me like I was a bitch in heat! But each one stopped before they were about to explode! Then they pulled out and unloaded all that salty cum in a mason jar!

After the last guy was done banging my gaping ass, they rolled me over and held me down. One of the guys held my nose to force my mouth open and then another guy started pouring all that jizz in my mouth!

There was so much of it and I couldn’t breath! I thought I was going to drown in cum!

They started punching me, screaming at me to swallow! They were pulling my hair and hitting me so much that it was barely getting in my mouth!

By the time they were finished, my hair was drenched, my make up was destroyed and the clothes I had on were torn! My body was so bruised I couldn’t get up. They picked me up and threw my naked body in the back of a filthy pick up truck. Then they drove me to my street and rolled my body out of the truck! The pavement stung as I hit the ground!

I read in the paper the next day that a fraternity house was  being shut down for their illegal and immoral initiation rituals. Too bad! It was nice to have a few guys in town that know how to treat a girl!

Necrophilia Phone Sex: Party with the Dead

Come here a second big man, I have to ask you a favor. Tell me your thoughts on necrophilia phone sex, and what you would do to fuck me. Yeah, you heard me right, how bad do you wish to fuck me? Would you kidnap a dead priest for me? I want his fresh corpse to have my way with. And I want you to join me.

I say we should see if your man enough, and what degree of blasphemy you will go just to get a taste and feel of this cunt. I want you to bring a few surgical knives and implements. What do I plan on doing with these? Nothing, YOU will be using them and do as I say.

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You will take the priests manhood and castrate him after I rode that rigor mortised shaft. And yes that is blood on his embalmed dead dick. He’s so stiff and it felt good in my menstruating cunt. Now suck that dick clean before you remove my trophy for me. Oh, what’s that, your promise of fucking? I think I promised a taste and you got that.

 

Ass Rape Porn Makes Me Wish For Death

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My ass hole has been taking a lot of damage lately. Master has decided that it is his favorite fuck hole. I guess I would rather feel the wrath of his cock inside me than not at all. Master decided that he wanted to make his own ass rape porn. My ass hole was so soar that would be what it was too. I begged him to please stop and give me a rest. He was begging to tear me apart. That was all that he needed to hear. He spread my ass cheeks wide and forced his cock inside me. I screamed out trying to push him off of me. He began to grunt louder and wrapped his big hands around my throat. I scratched at him trying to get my throat free from his hold. Tears ran down my face, I knew this was it, today was the day he was going to kill me finally. I began to be filled with a very euphoric feeling. I passed out, and woke up to a cold sting all over my body. Master had thrown me into an ice bath. My body shook heavily and I tried to get a grip on the edge of the tub. My lungs panted hard trying to regulate their breathing. I flipped out of the tub, my naked body curled up into the fetal position onto the floor. My body would not stop shaking as I lay in a wet puddle on the bathroom floor. He did not kill me, he kept me alive. I cried hard wishing that it would had been the end of my suffering.

Snuff Sex to Plant a Garden

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       I am such a bad ass bitch. I love being able to satisfy my clients with anything that they desire. Nothing is too taboo for me. I love it all. My favorite thing is bloody gory snuff sex. I love the feeling of fresh warm blood against my pussy. I will take it coating my skin any time of day. A client of mine has a nice winey Asian that he wanted to have fun with. He loved to dismember, and I loved to help. When I arrived there was no hunting involved. She was already tied up in the basement. She was naked and covered with a fresh white sheet. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip as he pulled back the sheet to present her to me. She was so petite and tits were super perky. He handed me a knife and nodded towards her. She started to squeal and cry. She did not speak English so I knew he more than likely purchased her from the market. I slid the knife under her delicate ribs. The smallest pop noise could barely be heard over her screaming as the knife penetrated her skin. My client was becoming super hot and began to scoop blood from her wound rubbing it over him. I started to dismember her arms cutting them from her body. I held one up and made it a fist so I could jack him with her removed hand. Blood squirted from her as I removed them coating us both in her ruby red warm girl. I sawed her legs from her. He broke out some of the inner bone and used that to fuck himself as well. When we were done I planted the limbs as additions to his rotting garden. He watered them with his seed. This was one garden that I would love to own.

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Playground Fun

Snuff sexWith the numbers thinning out around my town I’ve had to start skimming through the playgrounds around here. I got a boy in the play house by myself and fucked him with a sharp pipe I found broken off of the monkey bars. I lifted him into the air and put his entire cock in my mouth while railing his ass with the bar. He actually came which was hilarious and not something I thought would happen but he did, twice even. I was so wet and shoved his head into my pussy, making him taste this sweet cunt until I eventually took the bar out of his ass and bashed it over his stupid fucking head. He wasn’t gone at first and he was still hard so I finished myself off with his still erect cock while he was moaning and blurry from the hit and I just left him in there. I didn’t really care enough to finish him off after I came so much any way. 

Torture Sex Devices

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I was alone in the basement, staring at all of the various torture devices that were all over the basement. I thought to myself which one is the one that is the worst? Floggers, although can deal a very nasty sting when felt across the belly are nothing really. Cages, in any form and shape are very uncomfortable. A great deal of torture can be given through the rungs of cages. Ass cheeks can be penetrated by force the victim can not even collapse down on their belly. ass rape pornHowever cages still are not the worst. I would have to say that neither are racks. Gags can be deadly and dangerous in most forms. Ball gags and gags that prohibit your mouth from breathing cause a heavy risk of choking on your vomit. There does not leave much room for torture when immediate death takes place. So that rules out knife play and guns. Electrical torture is just awful. When my body gets zapped into submission with something like a cattle prod the pain is unbearable. The sharp sting immediately runs over every 

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part of my body and to the tips of every nerve ending. My skin at the point of impact instantly aches and is raw and sore. The next worst in the large selection of torture devices is a tilt chair and water tank. Not only the stink of water filling your chest burns. The feeling of water coming from my nose as my throat is filled with a hard cock upon surfacing hurts more than anyone could know. The best sexual torture device are ropes. Depending on the texture of the rope depends on the dominates feelings towards their submissive. Master is mad at me and my knots have been made of an awful jute rope that tears at my skin. The way he binds me to use me any way he pleases is almost sensual. He can bind more than just my wrist or breast. And the complexity and detail in his knots keep me secure and in place. I used to look forward to him when he would pull out his nylon rope, and my pussy would become wet with excitement. Now he pulls out the jute rope I live in fear of his sexual torture.