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Pretty Little Liar

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Nothing ever works out for me, and I am so sick of being used and abused. That’s why after all the prepping, tonight will be the night I finally run away from my foster family. I packed a bag full of food, clothes, and all the money in the house. I could do this I may be a cheerleader, but I am not dumb. So that I wouldn’t be seen, I wore a black hoodie and black jeans. My foster parents house is at the edge of the woods. The way I see it I have 2 options, go into town and risk someone catching me, or make my way through the woods and risk getting eaten by a bear. I took my chances with the woods. I used my phones flashlight covering it with my finger, so that it wouldn’t draw attention. After about an hour of quietly making my way through the woods, my phone goes dead, and I am left in complete darkness. I keep going though, I need to put distance between me and my foster parents house. I stumble through the woods in complete darkness, until I fall into a clearing. In the clearing there’s a little cabin and a barn. I weigh my options, and decide to break into the barn and sleep there. Before I can make my way over to the barn the cabin door opens, and a tall man steps out. He asks me what I am doing on his property, and I quickly make up a story. I tell him I was camping in the woods and got lost. He calls me out on my shit right away, he calls me a pretty little liar. He tells me my story is bullshit for a few reasons, one it’s a school night, two camping isn’t allowed in these woods, and three I have a cheerleading duffel bag. He tells me he thinks I am running away, and I admit he is right. He tells me I can sleep in the barn for the night, but then he wants me gone. He unlocks the barn door and shows me around. I find it odd that there isn’t any animals in the barn. Then, I hear it behind me, him loading his shot gun. I turn around and he commands me to strip. The tears are streaming down my face by the time I get my clothes off. He switches the shot gun out for a sickle and advances to me. I scream but I am so deep into the woods no one would hear me. He attacks me, shoving me to the ground. He gets on top of me and forces his cock into my pussy. He decides I am not wet enough for him, and shoves the sickle into my cunt. I scream in pain as I feel warm blood trickling out of me. He plows in and out of me. He uses the sickle to slit my throat as he fucks my dyeing body. Well I got my wish I would never see my foster family again.

Pay me Beat me Tortures me and make me Happy

 

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I’ve got this John named Tim, who pays me well to do some fucked up shit to me like from hell type shit. Tim is very awkward he’s very vulgar, but he’s got that money, so I let him fuck and torture me real damn good. I allow him to do anything, to fulfill his fantasies with me. This mother fucker he wants to do horrible things, like beat me and twist my nipples. That’s only a tiny sample of the shit he does because he really has a taste for human blood. Nasty ass fucker is what I call master Tim, but only under my breath. Master Tim is fucked up for sure, he beats me so cruel and makes me feel the agony. That’s what Master Tim does that’s what he fucking loves… He bit me, the devil fucker chewed on me about 7 times and bit my nipple off and spit it out in my face. Tim hates women, that’s what he says while he’s beating me, he fucking trashes me in every way. I’m lost because he’s so fucking barbarous he likes to tie me down and whip me with leather belts. He loves to pour oil on my body the hotter, the better and Tim get’s a massive boner when he stuffs a hot iron rod into my asshole. He likes to shit on me, and he wants to piss in my mouth. He pays me so good that I have to do it. I need that money. I need those, dollars, that cash for sure and I don’t want to stop my money flow. So, this woman will be letting him do whatever he wants to do to me. Tonight he’s coming over again. I’m hardly even healed up, but he wants to do more, and he’s paying me double, I guess I’m going to let him. Cuz I’m a come guzzling nasty torture loving, fucking whore.

Carving

Bloody phone sex I can’t remember the last time I had kinky sadist carve into my plump fake titties. A cold steel knife pressing into my skin. Poking through letting the littlest drop of blood pop out. My body cringing in pain. My cunt aching as it drips in my panties. You push the knife in deeper and a moan escapes my mouth. The knife fucking my tittie as you move it about my flesh. I can feel the blood gush a bit more as it slides down to my stomach. Your dick rises as you hear my squeals jolt out my mouth. You waste no time shoving your dick far into my throat. I choke and gasp for air. I start to scream feeling you push the knife deep into my titty popping my silicone bag. With your dick deep in my throat, you put your hand’s around your neck squeezing tightly and firmly. Letting the life slip from me.

Eating Him Alive

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Snuff Sex at the cemetery sounded right up my heartless bitch alley. I know what you want. Your letter told me everything. It was past midnight and I saw you at the grave of your youngest daughter. The rosary dropped from your hand as you saw me. “I did this.” You stammered, we both know what you did. No words escaped my mouth as I sliced into your spine paralyzing you in an instant.  Your dick was already hard from just being near her grave. I tilted your head so you could see me cut the mushroom tip off your dick. I brought it to my mouth and chewed and swallowed. “Is this what you want?’ As I sliced a piece of your ear off and made you watch me DeVore pieces of your body slowly. Your body would be too much for one person so my coven sisters approached and showed those glimmering blades. We all went to town eating you alive, I hope our cannibalism phone sex ways are enough to satisfy your need to be destroyed piece by piece.  

My New Love Is A Psychopath- Dining With The Dead

Accomplice phone sexI was released by him after the first night, I woke in my bed with a long slice along my side that I could not recall. He may have drugged me again but I don’t recall. Next to me was letter written in blood, was it my own? He wrote of my beauty and that he would call on me again for another “date” when he fancy’s the darkness again. He words were so beautifully written. He has a elegance to his evil ways that made me excited to see what comes next. It had been about a week when a figure followed me home one night, I went inside leaving my door unlocked. I carried about my nightly routine as I prepared for bed the figure came out of the shadows and my world went black. When I came to the smell of food filled my nose but something felt off. I was in a chair at the end of a dining table completely naked. I looked up and there he was at the other end. He was dressed, I looked around at the other people at the table they were dressed as well. But they were groggy as if waking from being drugged like myself, their bodies were tied to the chairs but mine was free. There was no food in front of me, I knew my place was to be seen. “Eat!” he ordered the guests. Scared most of them with their shaky hands picked up spoons and began to sip away. I waited to see what he was up to, in a few minutes time their eyes began to pop outward gripping their throats. Slowly they began to turn blue it was quiet as we listened to them slowly choking to death. “Wait” he told me. He got up and started to strip of the clothing of his newest victims and dragged them away. He came back after the last one and took my hand and lead me to a bedroom. He had arranged the bodies on or around the bed in various position, he was aroused. He laid me on the bed and removed his own clothing and he climbed on top of me. As he entered me he lean his head down to lick the pussy of the corpse laying next to me. He fucked me hard as he played with his toys I felt him ready to blow, he took his cock as before and showered his victims with his cum. I hope one day I too will receive this honor myself.

Murdered Maiden of Strangulation Phone Sex

A home invasion turns into a strangulation phone sex catastrophe when they come across this victim. I love to be a victim, and the more torturous the better in my desires and fetish of being beat to death into my final orgasm. I am a seriously twisted cunt and being awoken by this guy ontop of me with two others in the room with their dicks out really had my heart racing and my cunt wet. I scream, beg and cry… it’s what’s expected of me and well… that even gets me super wet. I can’t help how deranged I am and how fucking much I crave pain and punishment in order to really orgasm. I blame it on the countless boyfriends of my mothers that would come into my room nightly to get their fill of young bald pussy.

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Torture Sex is Sweet When She Is Dying Out

I really hate this humid heat bullshit of late and it really brings out the Bitch in me, like I really need a nudge there, eh?! So finding some skank whore trying to make moves on my dick fix when I walked in the bar… well let’s just say too bad for her, she sealed her own destiny. 
I went right up to her took my straight razor and slit her fucking throat. I grabbed her by her skanked out hair and yanked her down to the floor and drug her to the center of the room. Gurgling and bleeding out I needed to act quick. Announcing who wants to give this throat slit gurgling whore a good throat fuck? Have at her, in fact rape fantasy all of her holes and make a few of your own to fuck. just use the cunt up and we’ll discard the evidence at the bonfire tonight. Enjoy!
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My New Love Is A Psychopath- Musical Chairs

Killer phone sexThere was something delightfully wicked in the air when I walked through the bar the other night. I took my seat in the far corner as I usually do, looking like a tasty treat for someone to take advantage of. It was only a little while when a man walked up to me, he was good looking with a charm but I could sense he had a much darker side. Especially when he handed me a drink before the drugs in it had even dissolved. I happily drank it and next thing I know I’m waking up in a dark room with 6 other strangers. They varied in age, gender, and looks in front of use were 7 chairs. We heard a voice it was his voice. He instructed us that when the music stops we should each be in a chair, but only one of the chairs were safe. 6 would die and one would live. Panic ensued with the other as the frequently examined each chair while the music played. I merely swayed to the music and walked to the chair in front of me. The music stopped and everyone scrambled to a chair. The lights went off, I’m not sure how long it took but I heard shuffling, slicing, screaming. I felt warm splats of blood land on my body, then the lights came on the man was standing before me covered in red, bodies is all that became of my temporary companions. He asked why I so calmly choose a chair, why I did not panic like the others. I fell to my knees and started to undo his pants. I explained that I felt death was my soulmate and he was always welcomed around me. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him off with a passion I’ve never had before. He stopped me before he came so he could have me jack him off all over the corpses he had made.

Snuff Porn Star

snuff pornHe wanted to make a snuff porn. I just didn’t realize he wanted me to be his star. I thought he wanted a young girl and I would get to be his accomplice like I have so many times before. I thought I had been bringing him good cunts to kill. My usefulness to him was over. I agreed to a snuff movie, and he punched me. Knocked me out cold. I woke up tied to his torture board. The cameras were pointed at me. No other girl was in the dungeon but me. I was scared. I was terrified actually. I never saw it coming. Honestly, I thought I had served him well. He told me I was used up and boring. He needed some excitement and something tighter on his dick. I feared how he would kill me. Snuff sex with him is always gory and violent. He was playing around with matches like that was a hint. Then the smell of gasoline hit me, and I peed myself in fear. He was going to burn me alive like I was a witch. He started dousing my body in gasoline. I cringed and begged for mercy. He pulled out his cock and got off on my fear. He came on me as he struck the match. He had an evil grin on his face as he tossed the match. I went up in flames. I could smell my flesh burning. I could feel it. It was like I was in hell. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. I had been his accomplice for years. I brought him lots of tender age flesh to kill. It was my turn to die and what a horrible way to die too. He burned me alive in his basement, by the time he put out the flames, I was a crispy critter.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Casting Call Of Doom

It was a dark street and late at night as I staggered home from a bad movie casting call. I couldn’t get a taxi to pick me up for hours so I started walking, or rather trying to walk I feared I was drugged by the casting folks as to manage their victims better. I was the feisty one and determined to get away. Little did I know I was already the star of this movie and they let me think I was escaping the perils of my own demise. Suddenly everything went black and I was struggling under a black hood tossed over my head.

Awakened I find myself tied down on a serving table naked and being basted with oils and herbs while cherries where stuffed inside my cunt. I hurt as though I had been forcibly fucked by many men not long before awakening.I then saw them, the casting crew of the film all wetting their lips for some kind of feast. I think I am the main course at this dinner party.

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