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Spare Me

 

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    We were out at the park after dark just after midnight on the night of a full moon when it happened. I have no idea what came over me or how the hell it happened, but the guy I was with didn’t survive. Having stepped out from the Black Metal show we were attending…

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    I didn’t even know the dudes name we were flirting, drinking, and decided to go smoke a joint together. I always keep my bag with the door guy and grabbed it on the way out as I never step outside without it. I carry my gun and a couple knives in there, along with my special “party favors”. Pulling out a joint from my bag I noticed something didn’t seem right. Once the joint was lit it had a different taste to it in fact it had us feeling pretty whacked.

   We smoked and decided to go over to the swings in the park and chill. I pulled out a flask of what was supposed to be Jack, but in taking a swig it had an acrid taste to it, like blood. Fuck it was blood, and what appeared to be vodka, where the hell did this shit come from?! I actually kinda liked the warmth it gave me and had a couple more swigs. Dude was hitting a fifth of jagermeister and suddenly I was in some sort of daze. 

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Knife in hand, blood everywhere, and a cold dead body of some dude beneath me with his pants down. My panties were off and I felt something sticky dripping from my cunt… blood and seaman. In a daze I lick my knife clean and it still isn’t quite registering with me what had happened. Looking at this corpse of a man I notice his penis has been severed, and I had a very upset feeling in my stomach. There is no way, I couldn’t have, did I?! 

End Result.

I figured I would give out some juicy details about my kidnapped victim from the last time we talked. 🙂 After I dosed him up, I knew I only had a few minutes before he would start getting loopy and maybe even pass out. I had plenty of time to get him back to my place and tie him up. I had an old mattress laid on the phone. Some ropes hanging from the ceiling. Perfect enough he could move, but not go no where. I guess I didn’t give him a strong enough dose, because he has not passed out yet. He’s awake but looking confused. Can still move but is not even putting up any kind of effort to get away. Which, I’m okay with too. It doesn’t seem like it’d be any fun to play with someone passed out. If I make them hurt, I want to be able to hear the scream! When I start to choke him, I want him to try to fight back, I want to have his eyes open so he can look at me and make my face be the last face he see’s before he passes out. I even love to make a grown ass man cry! Beg me to stop. Wish and plead that I would just let him go. He promises he wont tell anyone, he would say, right as he’s fading in and out.

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I tie him up fully clothed so that i can use my favorite knife to cut them off one by one, strip by strip. As he looks like he’s about to try and pass out again. I grab him by his face and remind him of who is in charge. And that is me! I slap him a few times and the last time I barely get a response. I know just what I wanted to do. I call my friend Sarah Jane over. I know she got’s a few strap on’s she has been itching to try. I let her know everything that’s going on and she’s cool with it. She’s the same type of girl. She gets right to work. She’s a fuck’em and ask questions later type of girl. She doesn’t even lube up the strap on as she starts fucking him. He screams out, we just laugh like we didn’t just rape his virgin ass. She grabs the collar that is around his neck and starts choking him as she’s fucking him.

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His hips is poking that big cock out and no matter how hard he tries to fight it, I know he’s turned on. That big hard-on can’t deny that fact. I get on my hands and knees in front of him and just start backing up on his big fuckrod. Pumping it fast and hard. It’s like soon as I started going good I feel him start to shoot his cum deep in me. Which did nothing but make me start cumming too. It felt so good to have a good fuck where I was in control. I can’t wait to do it again. And I will….

 

Private Lessons

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It is not that unusual for you to ask for my help.  I do not mind, and once in awhile I actually participate, but when you asked me to teach someone I was a bit confused.  I didn’t realize that you were for public education, considering what you do to most of the female students you happen to run across.  I told you that I would be happy to help, I should of known that you meant something completely different then how you made it sound.

I went to your home and walked in like you said to.  I called out for you but you didn’t answer.  I did however hear some sound coming from upstairs.  I went up there thinking you were being an ass and just not answering me.  When I opened the door you were not there but three small ones were.  This threw me off just a bit because I honestly thought you were the one making the noise.

They all looked up at me from their boxes.  Their eyes were huge and pleading.  They were speaking all at once but because of the gags you had in their mouths there words were muffled.  All I said was “Shit.”  I backed out of the room and waited for you to show up. 

When you came home you had a few bags and you asked me to help you take them upstairs so we could begin our lesson.  I walked into the room behind you, put the bags down, then watched as you slapped the top of the boxes one after another.  You told the girls that I was there to teach them how to be good sluts.  I seriously took offense at that and I punched you in the shoulder, you laughed. 

One at a time you left them out of their respective boxes.  I taught them how to bow, how to use their mouths to satisfy you by sitting behind them with a hat pin so that I could shove it into their sides if they didn’t follow my directions.  I also held their wrists while you forcefully entered each one from behind, telling them to shut up and take it.  It took awhile and by the time we left the room after placing them back into their boxes the day was over.

You asked me if I could come back tomorrow to finish up their lessons and of course I said yes.  I wonder what we will be studying today, perhaps I will get to find out what were in those bags we both lugged upstairs.

I am God

It’s hypnotic. That moment right before you attack. That single glorious moment before you take another persons life. I’ve heard that it’s different for each person; that some people hear god speaking to them or some other voice, that some hear white noise, and other hear their own heartbeat above anything else… but me? No. All I hear is whatever music is playing the the background. It’s like I just zone out and nothing is around me. It’s like I’m stuck in a single moment of time. The little whore wouldn’t stop screaming when I sliced my hand scythe into her neck and drug it all the way down into her stomach. It was over in a just a second, but that second felt like a glorious eternity when I was the absolute power. I had control over how this little whore would die. I could decide that last thing she saw, smelled, tasted, heard and felt. I am God in that moment. TabooPhoneSexMagenta

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Pimped Out by My Son

rape phone sex fantasies mommy tortureI was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.

Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?”  I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”

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They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals.  Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped  me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.

After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on  the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….

How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.

Forget Me Pill

I am a good girl, I really am. I promise I am. If you look at me you can tell. Don’t I look innocent? I decided I didn’t want to be the victim last night. I decided to go out and be a bad girl! Take a walk on the wild side and see what it’s all about. See what all my friends are talking about. I have to admit, it was kind of fun. I got all sexy and had my fake ID ready; one that mommy had made up for me so I could go out with the older men.

I met up with a friend before heading to the bar to buy a few roofies. Everyone I hang with always tells me if you want to have fun with a man, the thing to do is play with him. Treat the dirty old men the way they would with us ladies. So I got the rohypnol and headed out to the bar.

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I just sat at the bar, ordered me a drink and scouted the place looking for my victim. I want one that looks dominant one I’d be able to break down. But once I slip him that Forget Me Pill, I’ll be able to do whatever I want to him. I found the perfect one. I didn’t even come to him, he came to me! He sat by me at the bar, I knew he was scooping out my breast. I knew if I wanted I could have him right here and right now on this bar, but what fun would that be?

He asked me if he could buy me a drink and of course I said that was cool with me. Free drinks? That is okay with me! *giggles* Once the drinks arrive I know I’m going to have to distract him long enough that I could slip the forget me pill into his drink. Which shouldn’t be a problem with the way he has been undressing me with his eyes.  I’d just perk my boobs up a little and lean over so he can get a nice good view of my tits down my shirt. I pressed up against, making my nipples hard just so he could feel them. He was totally distracted now and I just reach over and pop the pill in. Keeping him distracted so he wouldn’t see.

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Once I seen that it was dissolved, I said cheers and we toasted to a fun night. Oh yes what fun I was going to have with him. I knew i didn’t have too long before it started working so I decided to ask him if he wanted to get out of here and head back to my place. The things I did to him! Tied him up and assaulted his ass. I beat him. I tortured him. its so funny, because he wont even remember it tomorrow. that’s what I love about the Forget Me Pill.

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Piss Angel

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He used to bring me such happiness, as most boyfriends do. Not many things other than hunting bring me joy. And I have known him all my life. He was my last reminder of the lighter side of life. I actually enjoyed life when I was with him. But that was over now. I was foolish to think I could stand in darkness and light, I had to end it. I must eliminate my enemy.

I watch from across the street, sitting silently in a bed of rotting flowers that are waiting patiently for the morning sun. The sky is a dark gray, clouds have sealed off the earth from god’s eyes. Streetlights.. one by one flicker and die. I smile to myself as I watch silently into his window.. his silhouette is joined by another, slowly pissing me off that they continue to breathe. I look over at my bag, inside are the tools I will need to bring this night to a close. Bolt cutters, splashed with congealed blood and bits of bone, perfect for removing digits. My switchblade, small and sharp, perfect for silencing voices. And tonight I will use my gun, each bullet with his name on it… carved carefully.

I decided what I wanted just then. To stand over both of them, and watch them. Breathless, bloodied.. eye sockets dry and empty. Mouth agape, tongue swollen.. scratches and chunks out of the skin. Seeing your silent screams paused in the sky. So beautiful, like a bird flying in circles. I want to reach out and take it.. put your scream in my pocket covered in blood. It will be a meal for later. I am hungry to end it, and end it now.

I started to sing to myself

I see you headless with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible
So unknown
A coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth

**Song cited : Piss Angel by Pig Destroyer**

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Gothic Phone Sex with Venus: My First Taste for Blood

gothic phone sex knife tortureI’m not normally the type of girl that goes to clubs or parties. I am actually a bit of a loner because most people annoy the shit out of me. But, this girl I worked with convinced me to try a new a new Goth bar called Underworlds a few years ago. That night, that club, changed my life. The club was supposedly different from all the others in the town. It catered to the Goth crowd; more specifically the vampire obsessed subculture. I was not necessary into that, but it sounded cool; different from typical meat market crap. When I arrived, Jessie was waiting for me. When she saw me she couldn’t believe my outfit. I had on a black mini vinyl skirt, red and black plaid button up top, and fishnet tights with knee high military style lace up boots. Black lipstick. Part Goth, part Steampunk.

gothic phone sex vampire lesbian“Did you  think I would wear jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied.  At that point in time I was a tomboy. She told me I looked hot as a Goth, but no way was I as hot as her. She was gorgeous. Tall, long red hair, pale skin, legs that never ended….She had the body for her sexy little fishnet outfit that was for sure. I went to the end of the line, but Jessie said,  “No I’m a member so all I have to do is show my card we are in. Everything is on me tonight.” Once inside Jessie eyed this girl wearing a PVC black leather mini dress with black leather pumps with studs on them, torn black stockings with jet black hair. Jessie took her hand and led her to a private room with all these couches. I got to tag along. I was excited. Had no idea what I was about to witness. This room had a private bar, and the bartender obviously knew Jessie and asked if she wanted her usual. She indicated yes and he brought out a big bottle of red wine with 3 glasses. Jessie paid $300 for that bottle. I’d never had wine in a bottle, let alone wine that expensive.

Jessie grabbed my hand and had me sit in a big velvet red chair, while she laid her friend on a matching chaise type chair. Jessie inquired as to how I liked the club thus far. I shared that it was really different, but I loved the crowd and the creepy hymn type music being played over the speakers. Jessie poured us each a glass of this expensive ass wine and we toasted to new experiences and broadening our horizons. We all took a sip. The wine was thick, sweet, not like wine I had ever had before, but it was yummy. Suddenly, I realized no one else but us three in the room. I asked where everyone else went, and Jessie said a private room, where we were about to head also.

I was getting oddly intoxicated fast on this scrumptious wine. The three of us walked down a dark corridor, passed other rooms. I could hear screams, moans past every door. I thought, I am at a sex club. Jessie and the girl she had picked up seemed to know their way around, even in the dim lighting. I started to get wobbly, and Jessie helped me into one of the rooms. They seemed to both have a higher tolerance for the wine than I did. We got in the room which was pitch black. I stumbled and must have passed out. Next thing I realize, I wake up and Jessie has her gal pal hanging upside down by her feet from some rafter, butt naked with a ball gag in her mouth and a spreader attached to her feet. Jessie then bit her companion on the neck hard. And while blood tricked out her neck, over her breasts, Jessie started to lick up the blood. She motioned me to come over and instructed me to bite her victim too and taste that blood. I was scared at first, but I was getting turned on. I love blood. Never tasted it, but I love to cut people and watch the blood run out of them.

gothic phone sex evil bloodAs soon as I sunk my teeth into her flesh, I realized I had tasted this before. It was the bottled wine that Jessie purchased. I had been drinking this girl’s blood all night and enjoying it. I was really turned on now. As I continued to drink her crimson nectar, Jessie got on a tall stool and buried her face between her legs. I thought she was going to eat her pussy, but instead she bit that major vein in her inner thigh and we both drank her blood. I was new to drinking blood and went a little deep. Blood was spurting everywhere, like when I cut a jugular. I looked at Jessie for advice, but she was covered in blood and masturbating. I continued to drink the blood as it was so intoxicating and started to rub my pussy too. Before long I realized this girl was losing too much blood. Her skin getting paler, her breathing shallow and skin cold to the touch. I think we had damn near killed her, drained her.

gothic phone sex vampire bloodI asked Jessie what to do. I was half panicked, half aroused. Well, more aroused. I had certainly cut  a few folks at that point in my life, but never anyone who didn’t deserve it. I had no issue with this chick. Jessie said it was okay. We could drain her dry if we wanted because she paid to die. WTF? Paid to die? If she wanted to die, she could have paid me for the honor lol. Jessie explained to me that this club was highly exclusive and the subs and the domes paid good money for an anything goes evening. Well, I had no problem draining her now. She was a stupid cunt. Neither Jessie nor I could drink anymore, so I got out my knife, made a few incisions and we laid naked underneath her as the blood flowed out of her body and onto ours. When we were both covered in hot, sweet, sticky nectar, Jessie got out her doubled headed dildo and we fucked our brains out, coming wildly with blood all over us. My first lesbian experience too. That night was interesting to say the least. My first taste of blood, my first Goth bar, my first taste of pussy, my first death….. None of which would be my last.

I ended up returning to that bar often with Jessie. I now embrace the Goth life. I embrace drinking blood. I embrace the natural born killer in me. I am the perfect accomplice. I am the perfect deviant.

The Fecal Matter Transplant

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I have been severely constipated for over a week now and my Master has come to me with an option to relieve me. I am not big on taking pills and fiber supplements are so harsh on my system. Besides much of the stuff is full of icky crap that makes me want to hurl. Master has brought a young vibrant female over to assist us. Evidently, this solution is going to be really shitty.

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I want to keep an open mind but the strange array of items Master has brought over has me perplexed to say the least! He told me to clean and bleach the bathroom really good. He carries in a plastic tool like chest into the bathroom and sets up a few towels on the counter. He pulls a blender out, an enema bag, face masks (those medical kind), gloves, and some other items. Taking a package of wipes out that are witch hazel and alcohol he hands them to our assistant, Kelly. He tells her to be sure to wipe before and after, as he hands her a fairly large sanitized sealed sample cup. This has me really confused. She disappears into the bathroom for a good ten minutes.

Kelly emerges from the bathroom informing Master the specimen is on the counter. Master goes into the bathroom and calls to Kelly to bring him the distilled water. She carries a gallon of water into the bathroom and I hear the blender whirling for a good five minutes. He sends Kelly back out to grab a floor pillow of which is secured in a plastic fabric medical type encasement. I hear some shuffling in the bathroom and Kelly comes out with a mask over her nose and mouth, some sterile gloves on and only a white lab jacket and white panties on.

We’re ready for you Geneva, please disrobe as she assists me. Leading my naked self into the bathroom I am told to kneel on the cushion. “well Geneva” Master is now speaking, “we have a special treat for you and this should restore your ability to have normal bowel movements again”. “Please put your chest flat to the cushion, your rear up and spread your knees apart”. Kelly assists me as Master is wearing a white lab coat sterile gloves, a mask and  I see an enema bag hanging on the shower rod.

Kelly leans over me with her pert little titties erect against her jacket that is completely open. She puts both hands on my ass spreading my cheeks as I feel  a cold glob rubbed over my anal hole. She continues to hold my cheeks apart as I feel Masters gloved finger slide inside my ass. He then pushes a plastic applicator in me as Kelly reaches under and rubs my clit.  Master starts telling me to just relax, I may feel some mild cramping and a little pressure initially but it will pass. Kelly rubs my clit and work s a finger then two inside my pussy as I feel this warmth start to flow in me.

Geneva we are giving you a fecal matter transplant enema from Kelly’s kind donation. Her fecal and blood has been tested thoroughly and she has a very healthy colony of good bacteria of which will assist in your bowel movements. Don’t worry Geneva the shit Kelly has donated has been pureed in the blender with distilled water. The transplant is completely safe and will greatly promote your ability to poop again.

Kelly continues to rub my pussy and finger me as I take the shit enema. Kelly is a good accomplice isn’t she Geneva? She has you feeling good and relaxed doesn’t she? Master asks me as I feel him remove the applicator, and I start relaxing believing it is done. Then I feel Masters fat cock slide inside as Kelly now works her hand in my cunt. They penetrate both holes stretching them and I cringe and tighten as I feel the shit is going to burst out of my ass as I start cumming all over Kelly’s hand. Master pulls his cock out and pushes a plug in my ass. He helps me up and to the toilet as he reaches under to remove the plug…

 

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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: A Real Bloody Mary

cannabalism phone sex torture bloodyCannibalism phone sex is a real fetish. And it is a lifestyle for some. Some people just have a special appetite, require a unique diet. One of my Master’s has such an appetite. Today, while I was in his dungeon being tortured, he had a pretty young thing that he had kidnapped for his wife. Master made me watch as he snuffed her out. She laid there on a cold slab, tied down, begging for her life. Master enjoyed watching her beg and plead for survival. Then, with no warning, he slit her throat and watched with joy as the blood gushed out of her neck, bringing her to her death. Master’s wife, drank her blood as it ran from her neck. I was watching in horror, afraid I would be next. I was fleshier than that waif of a girl, and could imagine my body would provide more sustenance for him and his wife.

But this was not about nourishment; it was about teaching me. Teaching me to enjoy flesh. Master dissected that young girl like a butcher cuts up a cow for parts. Master was meticulous in how he filleted her flesh. He made me watch every horrifying cut. He carved her flesh off her bones and put it in a big bowling pot. Flesh stew he called it. Then, the most awful thing I have ever witnessed befell my eyes. He cut out all her organs: heart, brain, kidneys, liver, intestines, lungs… He threw them in a blender and hit puree, making an internal organ smoothie, which he claimed was oh so yummy. He made stew with her flesh and smoothies with her organs. I was mortified and scared.cannibalism phone sex big tits milf

Master poured that  bloody concoction into a big glass, and even put a straw and a stalk of celery in it like it was a fucking Bloody Mary. I thought he and his wife were gonna drink it, but it was meant for me. Master wanted me to taste creamed organs as he called it; not only a delicacy but supposedly a very iron and nutrient rich drink. Master’s wife, who was covered in blood and munching on chunks of flesh, took the ball gag out of my mouth, while he held my head back and forced my mouth open. His wife poured that bloody smoothie down my throat and so I couldn’t spit it out, she put the ball gag back in my mouth. I felt  guilty. Not guilty because I was alive and she wasn’t. Not guilty because I was now a cannibal like Master and his wife. But guilty because I liked it.