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Victim Turned into Evil Phone Sex Accomplice

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Daddy doesn’t take too kindly to disrespect. The other day daddy found out two of his most trusted soldiers were skimming money off the top of his operations. He kept quiet about it but voiced his frustrations on me and to me when we had alone time. He would fuck me roughly, slapping me in the face and yelling about how much of a dirty bitch I was. After he was finish abusing me he let me stay in his bed, something very unusual for me. He would then say how loyalty is hard to come by and he couldn’t believe he was betrayed like that. He asked my opinion on  what to do and being the distraught locked up victim I am I just told him what I would do if I ever had the chance to seek revenge on my sorry excuse of a husband. 

I would beat him senseless, taking all my anger out on his face, and body leaving his dick and balls for last. I would  give him that drug where you can’t move a muscle but you can still feel everything. Then cut his precious manhood off. Not only would I do that but I would put them in a blender with cut up glass and maybe a finger and some toes. Make him watch me blend together a sweet smoothie for him to drink. And since daddy has two dishonest soldiers well, more smoothies for the both of them.

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Daddy appreciated my evil mind. I even assisted him in making these smoothies for his victims to drink. After they drank it, he gang raped them until they both were near death. I sat there and looked at them and vowed never to be disloyal. Even when the beatings are unbearable, This slave is here to stay. 

Fucking Dick

  Having had to find a new hook-up for blow I was fairly desperate in my search without it being a set-up, fucking pigs are so sheisty. So, in my search I have to flirt alot and act interested in some of the biggest dirt balls. Per word of mouth when I followed this coked up bitch to the ladies room I was able to hone in on a dealer. I got the slut to share her blow with me and it was pretty damn fucking good. After getting his name and description from her I made my move.

This fucking dick head asshole was a total fucking creep, and it makes me cringe thinking about him. I had to get the asswad to trust I wasn’t some sheister whore. So I had to lay the flirty whorism on strong. I got him to go back to the bathroom with me and had to give him a fucking blow job for a test and to get a bump. Gawd he was soo disgusting. Once I got his trust we were about business and I followed him back to his condo.

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So up in his condo I was hoping to get down to business and working out the deals for future hook-ups for blow, and nothing else. I reiterated to him I was not interested in fucking him, nor any other form of physical contact other than the dealings and doing of blow. He got super creepy and was trying to get me to fuck him. The fuckwad even tried getting me wasted and slipping a fucking rufi in my drink. I caught him doing that shit and threw the drink in his face. This fucking snake got all enraged and started coming at me. I opened the patio door and backed outside to the balcony. He kept coming and I wrestled with him a little and he tried strangling me, dumb fucking move faggot. I kneed his fucking balls and as he lurched at me again I moved aside tripped his dumb ass where he fell into the rail flailing to get at me when I grabbed his leg and boosted his loser ass over the edge. 

The asshole fuckhead fell four stories over the balcony and into some bushes. I went back inside, and found his stash of coke and snuck out the back way got on my bike and sped off.

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Killer Phone Sex Slut Ivy

killer phone sex ivyIt all happened so fast. Dave called me over when his wife left, as usual. He bitched about her and how she didn’t want to give him any pussy and blah blah blah. I told him he should just let me snuff the uppity bitch. Her pussy can always be replaced. Of course he loved the idea but was too chicken to go through with it. We went along with our night, Dave said wifey shouldn’t be coming home until late, which gave me a brilliant idea. I slipped something in Dave’s drink for the night. It would leave him awake long enough for me to fuck him real good and make it seem like the sex knocked him out. 

After he was out for the night, I grabbed his phone and text his wife that she needed to come home. I knew it would take a few hours but like I expected she arrived around 2am. I greeted her and told her not to worry. I put it on you so good you were knocked out and she shouldn’t bother you. Of course she was livid but no one is as evil as I can be so her anger was happy thoughts to me. She met me upstairs and tried to put her finger in my face and called me all kinds of bitches and sluts and whores. I laughed. Maybe if you were fucking Dave like his personal slut or whore then you wouldn’t have to worry about other bitches creeping in your marriage. Dumb Bitches… 

She charged towards me but it was already to late, somehow she tripped and fell over the balcony.. hahaha yea we will stick to that story. 

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And well Dave couldn’t call the police. How would he explain he was having an affair. It would have looked like a set up right? We basically made her disappear…. my specialty. After a long day we went home and I fucked him until he was knocked out all over again. This time without the drugs. 

Candy

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Once in a great while I like to bring a fellow follower of the ways in which I Worship into My play time.  One such Sister is “Vivika” to whom I have grown rather fond of.  She is Russian and She is a bitch through and through.  I adore Her.  Her tastes are a bit different then My own, but I thought it in good taste that Our first outing would be along the lines of something She could really get into.

Her and I found a man whom She could really sink Her teeth into, literally.  He was mesmerized by the both of Us.  It was easy to have him come with Us.  After all, We were the candy, and isn’t it said that is the perfect lure?  She drove Us to Her place, or at least I thought it was Her place, until We got inside.  She drew Me to Her, She tasted like a mixture of perfume and Vodka as Her lips pressed against Mine.  The kiss was heated, intense, filled with dark promises of that which was to soon come.

He came up to Us, pressing his hands against Our bodies.  She pulled away smiling at Me.  I knew what that smile meant immediately as I have had the same smile play across My lips before I delved into My twisted playtime.  I kissed him deeply, holding him tightly to Me.  My eyes were open as She stepped behind him, She pressed Her bare breasts against his back.  I placed My gloved hand upon the back of his neck, he tried to pull away, but could not.  I smiled at Her over his shoulder, he was becoming angry as he knew something was wrong.

She licked her full red lips then bit down onto his neck.  He started to swear, pressing against the wall behind Me trying desperately to push Her back so that he could get away.  I grabbed his wrists as Her teeth broke the flesh.  He screamed, eyes wide, She bit down harder, he started to fall to his knees.  She lifted Her eyes to Me and I saw lust, hunger, enjoyment and heaven.

 

Scared of the Dark

 

taboophonesexJuliet001   I’ve never really been scared of the dark before, but this was a new sort of darkness. It was only a blindfold, but it felt like I was trapped in a never ending pit of pure black. When the blindfold was finally removed though I think I preferred the endless black! I was in this dungeon that looked like something right out of a Medieval exhibit in a museum. As soon as I saw the contraption that my captors had planned to put me in I couldn’t help but to feel a bit aroused… the idea of being helpless and at these peoples mercy was exciting and dangerous and everything I could ask for in a fantasy. They strapped my wrists down onto what looked like a BIG stone slab and then they strapped my ankles as far apart as they would go to the ‘legs’ of the stone slab. For hours they whipped my back and fucked my little pussy with all sorts of things. Right as I came, someone hit me over the head with something hard, and the next thing I know I was in the dark again, but this time in my own bed… I guess the dark can yield scary and pleasurable things…

Fun in the Tropics

  I love going on vacation so much… especially when that vacation takes me to places like South Africa and the Congo. I was doing some research on dengue hemorrhagic fever. It’s a deadly tropical disease caused by the Dengue virus. Because there is no commercial vaccine for the disease, and because there are so many variations of the virus I took the time to set up my own little lab in the Congo in order to play around with it. The characteristic symptoms of dengue are sudden-onset fever, headache (typically located behind the eyes), muscle and joint pains, and a rash. I was looking forward to taking some mosquitoes home with me as well. Dengue virus is primarily transmitted by Aedes mosquitoes, particularly A. aegypti. These mosquitoes usually live between the latitudes of 35° North and 35° South below an elevation of 1,000 metres (3,300 ft). They typically bite during the day, particularly in the early morning and in the evening, but they are able to bite and thus spread infection at any time of day all during the year. Other Aedes species that transmit the disease include A. albopictus, A. polynesiensis and A. scutellaris. I had my work cut out for me, but it would be worth it when I get to see the looks of terror when I kidnap several pregnant women and make them kill each other in an attempt to save their unborn brats…Taboo phone sex Magenta111

You Rang?

Taboo phone sexI heard your idiotic whimpering all the way upstairs.  You were praying were you not?  I clearly heard through the tears and the insipid sniffing up of snot you “praying” to be saved.  Do you honestly believe that this “God” that you were praying for will miraculously appear before you, open up the cage and set you free?  How quaint.  From what I know of the invisible man upstairs that you were crying out to, he already was here and gone.  Sent his son and all that nonsense.  You missed out.

Now, you have Me.  You seem to forget the situation that you have found yourself in.  I feed you, I house you, I take care of you, and yet you want someone or something else to come and take you away from all this.  Yes it’s true that all you get is ground  up raw road kill to eat, and toilet water to drink, but it is sustenance is it not? Yes you do not have a bed to lay your body down on, but you do have a nice warm place to sleep, right next to open basement window so you can have fresh air.  You are living the dream My pet.  Yet, you want more.   I find you to be ungrateful for your ‘blessings”. 

Perhaps if I take some of the aforementioned away from you will learn not to complain and to realize the only God that you will ever come into contact with is Me.

Victimized and Fucked Hard

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It was an vial of vile consequences and I had stumbled upon it by pure accident. Staring at it and contemplating its contents. I thought I had overcome my lust for the white powder that ruled me for so long. I stare at and recall the very words spoken to me, “if I’m unable to overcome my lust for the white powder I will then be endangered upon opening this vile, as it not only contains pharmaceutical grade cocaine but it is laced with an Infectious strain called Anthrax”. This was a test of my strength or rather weakness for the drug that owned me for so long.

It’s hard especially after watching my Master snort a fat line of the pure pharmaceutical cocaine not laced with an infectious and deadly disease. He is always trying to test me and I keep failing. If I fail this test then I am deserving of my demise. Shaking and sweating as I long for my old lover. I long for the taste, warmth and the ecstasy I feel when I snort it. I want it so bad, why the hell did he do this to me?

Ok, so yeah, I dipped into his stash once or twice when I found it yesterday. I had not known he was dealing the shit, and finding it had my mouth watering to taste it. Really, I just wanted a taste, I hadn’t meant to do so much. I certainly had no intention of letting him on to my discovery or desire for the nose candy. This is pure and absolute torture. He is just out right evil to me. 

I was shaking so bad he came in and brought a friend with him. They both did a couple lines right in front of me and then proceeded to lick the knife blade and leaned in to kiss me. Letting me taste it as they took turns fucking me and taunting me. Telling me if I was a good enough fuck to drain their balls well enough they would allow me a little line of the clean stuff. Otherwise I was welcome to the vial of tainted crap, after all how did I know the stash was even safe. Crack hoes always sniff out the shit and do it without even thinking of consequences. As he slammed his cock in me deep and pulled my hair -pulling my face to his- he asked me if I was a crack hoe as he dispelled a fat load of cum deep inside my cunt.

Mark of Dusty

I’m so not the girl that looks for a relationship or to be some guys bitch. At the same time I like having my male friends available for me and under my control solely. One night drinking with a few of my guys I was messing around with some tattoo stuff I acquired. In my fucking around I told my guys that I was going to mark them. They were all going to get the mark of the beast that is Dusty. On each of their inner wrists they were getting an horizontal stitches tattoo.

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Just like my own personal harem of men they are marked and owned by me. I have them at my disposal and they love it when I am beating the hell out of some filthy faggot bitch. The poor useless waste of air never knows what they’re in for when they make a move on me. My blood boils when some piece of shit puts their hand on me like they’re worthy of touching me.

My guys know they are extremely lucky that I allow them as part of my inner circle. In fact if they’re lucky to get my mark on them they are lucky to fuck me when I want it. I almost always want a good fucking after I beat and fuck the hell out of some piece of shit son of a bitch. And it’s a beautiful thing when I bash the head in of some bimbo trying to move in on my guys. I must approve of any set of tits that are to come between my guys and me. The bitch has better be worthy and by worthy she has better be able to take a beating from me.

 

Evil Phone Sex with Blair: My Son’s House of Horrors

evil phone sex mommy subThis weekend, my  Son said we were going to take a drive in the country, stay at a nice little B and B and have quality time together. I was so excited. Usually he just has time to fuck me, pimp me out to his friends, humiliate me, slap me around and leave me covered in cum. Once in a blue moon, he is a benevolent master and enjoys quality time with his mother. I thought this weekend trip was one such time. Of course, I was wrong.

We returned to my house. He forgot something. When we arrived back home, there was no one else there. And the power appeared off. Odd. Before I could even put my suitcase down and check the lights, my son threw me in the basement. I was down there, in the dark for over an hour, scared and alone. Then I heard the door open, and my son came down, shoved me against the wall and said, “Ready for a little game mommy? If you survive, if you get out, we can have your precious mommy son getaway.” Apparently, all I had to do was get out of the house. Like some maze or something. Obviously, he was in a sadistic mood this weekend. Which meant he had been snorting nose candy all weekend. This is never good for me.

evil phone sex bloody mommyHe left me in the basement, but untied my hands and I had to figure out how to get out of this hell hole. I tried to gain some composure and think. I started to crawl against wall till I could find some stairs or a door. I found the stairs, and started to crawl up them. I hate the dark. My son knows this. He gets sick pleasure out of watching me suffer; out of knowing I’m scared. At the top of the stairs I put my hands in something really gross and slimy. It was moving. I freaked out, pushed open the door and a little hint of light shined on this huge pile of worms. I thought I would vomit. Worms creep me out, but then my son knows that. He knows all my fears. I didn’t get far before I felt something crawling on me, more than just something, a lot of somethings. I started running in the dark, hit a table and fell down. I closed my mouth and my eyes as I felt big hairy things, spiders I bet, swarming my body. I was trembling, crying; I even peed my pants I was so scared. They seemed endless. I remembered my cell phone was in my pocket and I reached for it and turned it on for some faint light. I was horrified at all the hairy creepy spiders  all over my body. I stood up, spun around trying to shake them off. My skin was crawling.killer phone sex kinky mom

My son and a bunch of his twisted coked up friends were watching me somehow jacking their cocks to my fear; I just knew it. I was scared, trembling but  kept trying to get the fuck out of there. Suddenly I was in another room, the living room I think, and for a moment I thought the worse was over, then I got a glimpse of this evil voodoo doll with a spear I think. Almost shit myself. There was some sort of flashing white light so it looked like the doll was moving. Then I felt a sharp pain, and felt blood trickling down my leg. I look down and that thing was fucking alive. It chased me around the room, stabbing my ankles and my feet. I was begging my son to give up this nonsense. Said they could all gang bang me if they wanted, just let me out of my  house of horrors. I was scared and now bleeding and hurt. I was ignored. I tried to get to the master bedroom, limping. Before I could, I saw and evil clown. I have hated clowns since I was a little girl and my daddy tormented me with them. Of course my son knows this; he knows everything and that knowledge was being used against me for his entertainment. I was beginning to go mad. This was insane. Everything I am scared of was in this house.

sadistic phone sex evil mommyI managed to hobble to the bedroom, praying that eventually I would just walk out the front door and this would be over. I saw the mirror and thought if I shined my cell phone in it I might be able to illuminate the room enough to get my bearings and find the window or something to get out. As soon as I shined the light I saw an evil, scary apparition.  A ghostly white face staring back at me. Surely this was not my reflection. I screamed loudly closed my eyes in attempt to make it go away. I counted to ten, but before I reached the end, cold hands throttled my neck saying, “Be one of us Blair.” Be one of what? The dead?  Was I even gonna make it out alive? Was this real or all part of my son’s evil plan to scare the life out of his mother. I fought whatever this creature was  and got away but had scratches all over my face; I could feel blood running down my face. I was panicked, and this game had gone on too long now. I started running, but something, someone grabbed my feet and I fell to the ground. My face smacked hard on the floor. I turned around and saw this bloody, pale girl that looked literally like death pulling me towards her. I screamed and I kicked, but she kept pulling me. Until she pulled me back down into the basement.  I fell several feet through a trap door and banged my body up good. I was lying there on the floor, bloody, in pain, scared shitless, thinking I might actually die in my own house when my son turned on flashing white lights and I looked around and there he was with several friends laughing at me. They started calling me a cry baby whore and kicking me, and spitting on me. I was all ready battered and bruised and bleeding all over. fantasy phone sex mommy taboo

They enjoyed beating the living crap out of me for awhile before jacking their cocks all over me. They enjoyed seeing their cum on my bruised, swollen and bloody body.  They enjoyed fucking my ass repeatedly as I laid their helpless, semi conscious and in need of medical attention. And my son loved turning my house, our pleasure palace, into a house of horrors for me. I love my son, but he is a sick mother fucker who gets off on tormenting me. I barely survived my scare house; I can only imagine what is in store for me next.