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Delectable Flesh

I was invited to a party by one of my male friends Robbie and he promised me there would be alot of coke available and plenty of alcohol. This girl can’t pass up a chance to get wasted *wink*. Robbie picked me up just after 9pm, and I was dressed in some spiderweb hose a short scarlet red skirt with a shear meshlike red blouse over a lacey black bra. I also wore some red leather low boots with stiletto steel heels.

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Robbie seemed to really approve of my outfit as he seemed to pop a woody almost immediately. Poor baby, so I gave him a hand and blow job as he drove us to the party. We arrived at this big old house off any main road and it was kinda secluded with an old graveyard flanking it’s rear. As we pulled up I was excited in how creepy the backdrop was for a perfect Hell-o-ween party.

The majority of attendees were male and most appeared they should or were in some form of metal, death metal type bands or scenes. There were a few chicks that were very Morticia Adams types. I did notice a couple younger chicks that appeared WAY out of place, and seemed to be uncomfortable and getting fucked up quickly. I had to muffle a laugh.

Robbie looked at me and mouthed that they were “prey” and will be used for the center of the entertainment. He mentioned they were actually being fed spiked drinks so they would be good and ready when it’s time. For some reason that sent shivers down my spine. I was aware of some of the twisted party’s Robbie mentioned his friends threw and how he’s come to enjoy the taste of human flesh and how good blood pudding made from human blood was.

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As the party got under way there was an accumulation of folks out back around a bonfire. As I approached a few guys were leading one of the “out-of-place” chicks who was pretty near passing out- to a place just beyond the fire. Robbie appeared at my side “let’s get in on the action, Geneva”. We approached the group just in time to see the chick was tied down to an altar and guys were slicing off pieces of her flesh and tossing it into a large cast iron kettle of wine, stock, blood and garlic. One of the Morticia type women was tending the pot and tasting the stewed bimbo as she was calling it. I had to go over and get a taste. It was delectable!

 

Cruel Intentions

God Damn I hate that bitch Cindy, the fucking bimbo staying with my main man. She’s answering his phone, and thinks that all because she’s giving her slut trap up to him she owns him. No way, NO Fucking WAY! I fucking told him, seriously warned that mother fucker if his little tramp picks his fucking phone again and tells me he’s not there…

Well the mother fucker Jackson failed to relay my message or is just THAT fucking pussy whipped… I tore off on my bike to his stinking fucking flat and show the little cunt who’s boss. I stormed into his place and grabbed the skank up by her fucking pink bimbo ponytail. The filthy little skank with the syphiliticcunt tried getting out of my grip. I dragged her across the floor in her little pink sex kitten panties and t-shirt. Pulled the little whore into the bathroom as I told her she is to never fucking ever try telling me MY mother fucking Bro. ain’t home. Told this little human toilet that she has NO right answering Jacksons Fucking phone. Bitch just fucking whimpered.

I grabbed her fucking head and shoved the cunts face in the toilet bowl, one booted foot holding her head in the bowl as I pulled down my leggings and hiked my leather skirt up. I sat on this bitches head as she was face down in the shit stained toilet and took a fucking crap and pissed all over the sweet piece of sluttrap. 

I got up took my knife out cut her t-shirt off and wiped myself with it. I yanked the filthy skanks head out as she gasped and spit I shoved her shit rag tshirt in her mouth. I kicked the whore in her cunt, and left her there as I went to find Jackson. The little worthless cock ruling faggot was shaking in the hallway. I took my blade and rubbed along his cheek drawing the smallest little warning slit in his cheek. I pushed his head down and shoved it up my skirt and told him to start fucking licking. 

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“Clean the fucking mess up your filthy trap left me with, and be sure to lick my shit shoot clean mother fucker”. I’m done with you and your pussy ass, I can’t fucking trust a some twat whipped son of a bitch to be my wingman. I don’t wanna see your fucking face or hear your fucking voice again. Slicing at his fuckstick with a quick swipe as I left his place. I’m done with that fuck bate.

 

Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: House of Horrors

evil phone sex big tits subbyMaster is very fond of scaring me. He claims I constantly need broken in; calls me his stubborn Philly. Last week he had me kidnapped by a bunch of frat boys. He paid them some beer money and they snatched me right out of the mall and took me to this house of horrors. They left there and told me to find my own way home. There was no electricity, no heat, nothing. The house was so old too. Like I could fall though a floor at any moment. I was afraid I would hurt myself. That was not what I should have been afraid of however.

As I felt my way around every  corner, I encountered a horrific find that had my heart racing. My Master put me in a nightmare. He created a house of horrors just for me filled with everything that terrifies me the most. There was a room filled with slimy slithering  snakes. I had to crawl on the floor feeling them run  all over me. I peed my panties. Another room had spiders. Big hairy fucking spiders. I squished some with my fingers. So gross. I hate creepy crawly things. Master knows this. I was sure he was filming this and getting off somehow.

I had my cell phone with me, and although I could not get a signal to call for help, my flashlight app worked. I was trying to conserve the power, but I was getting more and more scared. The next room had something hanging from the ceiling, like punching bags that I had to navigate through. When I got something slimy on me I used the flashlight to see what exactly I was pushing my way through. Big mistake. It was like I was in a slaughter house. Dead pigs and cows everywhere. Gutted and bloody. The stench was nauseating. Master loves  playing survival games with me. Testing my will to live.

I have survived worse than a house of horror. I have been buried alive, submerged in water, forced to kill… I can get through a creepy house.  Suddenly, the floor fell out from underneath me. I was falling and landed in something wet and sticky. I fell hard too. I knew that smell, that taste. I was in blood. A vat of blood. No clue what kind of blood, didn’t want to know. I felt like Carrie at the prom. My long blonde hair was covered in blood. I fell in a tub. I crawled out and at least now I knew I was on the next level of the house. I crawled on the floor when pain hit. I was now crawling on broken glass. It hurt like hell. But I went as quick as I could. I was covered in blood, my own and someone or something else’s too.

I crawled right into a person, a live person. I thought it was my Master, but when I used the flashlight I saw it was something grotesque. A freak of some sort. It picked me up by the throat and throttled me. I was gasping for air, kicking frantically to free myself. Then the freak through me hard against a wall. I hit the wall, then fell through another floor. My Master and his friends were there waiting for me, laughing. I was  covered in blood, bleeding, banged up and they were laughing. My pain amused them. Does my pain amuse you?

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Mutilation Phone Sex with Blair: Broomstick Anal GangBang

mutilation phone sex rough analFor Halloween, I am always a sexy witch. I got the pointy hat, broomstick and sexy witch’s outfit. My son and I were going to a party at a  friend of his house, so I wanted to look extra hot. The party was fun; lots of cute boys and wicked party favors. I was doing lines of coke all night and slinging back the Jager bombs. After a while, I became cognizant, even in my doped up stupor, that I was the only female left. I actually thought that was a good thing. I believed I was going to get gangbanged. I got gangbanged all right, but not by cocks.

My son dragged me down to the basement of his friend’s house and tied me up, bent me over with my ass totally exposed. I still thought I was going to get cock. I could see the guys lining up, but none had their cocks out. They each were holding a broom stick, with my son holding the one I brought to the party. I was going to be sodomized by broom handles. One by one they approached me and shoved a broom handle up my ass repeatedly. No lube or nothing. Just rough anal torture. I was crying. I could feel blood running out my ass. I think my insides were even getting stirred up. The pain was excruciating. My ass was being mutilated by broomsticks. I was crying, begging for them to stop, but they only listened to my son, my Master who was telling them to go harder, deeper and faster. My ass would never be the same again.

After hours of anal torture, it was my son’s turn. He said he saved the best for last. He kissed my mouth then rammed my broomstick up my ass so hard I puked from the pain. He shoved it in and out for a good 20 minutes. When he pulled out the broom handle from my ass, it was covered in blood and shit. He made me suck it clean.  I had to suck my bloody, shitty broom stick in front of all his friends who had participated in my anal violation.

When I had spit shined that broomstick, my son released me. He made me bend over and look in a mirror to see the damage to my ass. I had a complete rectal prolapse.  My asshole looked like a rose. It was bright red, and inside out. I have had rough anal before, even two cocks in my ass at a time, and been fisted, but nothing hurt more than being sodomized by broomsticks. I had to crawl upstairs, bleeding, nauseated , humiliated and in pain. My son and his friends just laughed.

When I asked if I could go home and tend to my wounded ass, my son slapped me, and said, “Silly mommy. That was just foreplay. The night is still young.”

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Taboo Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Anal Torture

taboo phone sex mommy snuffMy son loves rough anal with me. Using my ass for his deviant desires gives him so much pleasure. He even enjoys pimping my ass out. He forces me to insert all sorts of things in my ass to prime myself for anal torture. Big dildos, butt plugs, wine bottles, beer cans, squash, guns, the heels of shoes, fists, aerosol cans, remotes, flashlights, curling iron,  multiple cocks, speculums….. He doesn’t care if my  sphincter is torn. In fact he prefers that my ass tear and bleed. He equates it with brushing my teeth. He claims our mouths bleed and get tiny tears every time we brush so I shouldn’t bitch.

Today he rented my ass out  to his friend. First, I had to give a show on top of the bar. My job was to fuck anything and everything I could find until my ass was gaping open. I started with a really huge suction cup dildo and worked my way up to a bottle of Maker’s Mark. It has a big square end and that is what went in first. I was screaming in pain, bleeding too. I am not allowed to use any lubrication. It has to hurt because my pain is a man’s pleasure.

My son’s friend was so turned on he did bourbon shots from my ass. He didn’t care that I was bleeding and in pain. I had to keep that bottle inside my ass until my son and  him drank all the bourbon. Then they yanked it out and made me lick my ass off that bottle. I had to clean it good. So humiliating. But I am a worthless wore. My asshole was inside out, gaping and my son’s friend rammed his cock deep inside me. Said he was being a good Samaritan and putting my ass back together for me. He fucked my tattered sphincter back together.  After he came inside me, he poured a bottle of booze in my gaping hole. He said it was a makeshift enema to clean up my dirty ass. It burned like hell and got me oddly drunk. Really drunk. So drunk I puked and passed out. I guess the tears in my ass let the alcohol get absorbed in my skin.

I woke up on the bar, empty bottles covered in blood everywhere. Good thing I passed out. My ass will never be the same.

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Fucking Monsters

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At some point in your life you were afraid of monsters, or still are.. 

I have a new fear..

He is a monster.

With the new viruses going around master made me get sick. 

He works in the morgue at the hospital in town, which means he has access to all the viruses that normally kill people. 

What ever he gave me made me sick, very sick. 

The combination of viruses has turned my body into a living corps.

I can’t stop him from moving me, I can not squirm away from his touch.

I can’t move but  I can feel every ounce of pain…

He can bend and mold my body to anything he wants as he fucks me.

Tonight he had his spiked cock sleeve on and he slammed it into my ass

I could feel each spike digging into my asshole and ripping it apart as he pushed back and forth into my body..

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I can’t scream..

I can’t even cry..

What has he done to me…

What is he doing to me?

Finally he pulled his bloody cock out and come around to my face and sticks his bloody cock that has pieces of my skin hanging off of it into my mouth. 

I suddenly get this urge for more..

More blood.

More flesh. 

I start to bite down, but I can’t feel my jaw close.. 

What ever is happening to my body I have turned into a monster just like him… but I have a thirst for blood now… 

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How Do You Wanna Be Butchered?

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How would you like to be butchered?

knife play phne sex butcher gothBy a psychopathic wooden puppet named Blade with a knife? By a sweet camper girl named Angela, wielding a big ole butcher knife? Victor Crowley style with a hatchet? Vengeful fisherman style with a rusty old hook? Or maybe you prefer your hook Candyman style with the added benefit of a swarm of bees to sting you to death? Then there are your garden variety crazed killers fond of basic kitchen cutlery like Ghostface , Jack Torrence, Chucky, Dexter or Patrick Bateman? Lizzy Borden style with 50 whacks? Jason style with a menacing machete? Maybe you have mommy issues and would like to be butchered Norman Bates style? Freddy Krueger style with sharp metal fingers?  Hell, I will even go all Fatal Attraction on your ass and kill you and your bunny. My favorite way to butcher is Michael Myers style. Big fucking sharp knife, cold dark stare, never say a word. Just butcher you and move on to the next victim.The possibilities are endless when you have a knife loving  serial killer groupie like me. My only MO is that I use a sharp instrument. I love slicing, cutting and mutilating flesh. Such a turn on to watch a worthless POS bleed. I can imitate any one of my many knife wielding idols.

Indeed October is my favorite month. Tomorrow the games begin. Maybe you will survive, maybe you won’t.  But you will bleed, a lot.

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Culinary Exploits

I’ve had this chef pursuing me for some time now, and we’ve flirted a little in crossing paths in visiting our professional knife sharpener friend. Well this chef is a client of my friend that does blacksmithing, metal work, and services numerous culinary masters in proper care for their tools of the trade. One afternoon I was just arriving with a couple of my stilettos, and my favorite butcher and carver knives to have prepped for the weekend. I was planning a pig roast, bar-b-q and bonfire for a gang of my biker friends. I have planned on raiding a pumpkin patch later tonight to grab some pumpkins for some creative party fun.

In passing chef man we conversed briefly and he told me he really wanted me to stop in his restaurant after 9pm he had a surprise for me, and to sweeten the deal, he said he made some chocolate raspberry truffles for me. Well 9pm was still to early for my little raid so I shrugged and said maybe I’ll stop by. I actually schemed a little in my head thinking I could persuade him to assist. He has a black pick up truck that would be much easier for the heist.

I swung by his place on my bike just as the last guest was leaving. Corey greeted me in the dining room where he escorted me to the kitchen. He presented me with these really awesome truffles and poured me a red zinfandel. Sipping the wine and nibbling on a truffle I watched him as he was packing up all of his carving tools in awe. Well, I had no idea you were an culinary artist, Corey.

At that comment he turned to me with a rather glistening large carving knife. I was sitting up on a stainless steel work table as he approached me holding the knife in a rather questionable way. He stood in front of me as I started feeling light headed but was well aware his hand was on my thigh. Attempting to inch away actually seemed to fuel something inside him.

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This look came over his face both his hands where on my thighs thrusting them apart as he ran the razor sharp blade across my inner thigh. Drawing blood he leaned in and started lapping at the slit he made on my thigh. At this point I was losing consciousness. He continued to lap at the crimson stain across my inner thigh moving up his tongue sliding across my clit. He started licking along my pussy lips I could see what he was doing but couldn’t speak or move. He would lick at the cut and then run his tongue with my blood on it over my clit and suck it before probing inside my cunt with his tongue. Going in and out of consciousness I saw him grab another shiny tool. In the little consciousness I had I caught a glimpse of a fair skinned blonde female, naked in the corner tied to a chair. I couldn’t tell if she was alive and kept drifting in and out.

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He wheeled her over in front of me, and reached out to steady me as he lifted the wine to my lips again. It tasted different, iron, warm tangy… mmm… this wasn’t wine. I was awakening a little and he made sure I could see the other female in front of me. He took a smaller paring knife like blade and started running the blade over her flat chest, in a pattern. Yes, a pattern.  It seems he was carving something in this females flesh. He was carving my name across her chest. He went and grabbed another tool, a motorized rotary tool. I tried hard not to watch but he wouldn’t have it.

Corey grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and had attached a large steel circular blade to the tool. Putting the motorized saw in my hand he guided my hand and blade to this females wrist. Spattering blood her flesh tears the sound of the blade hitting the bone her eyes fling open terror in her face. She makes no noise as her tongue was cut out. Corey looked at me and kissed me forcing the removed tongue in my mouth mouthing for me to chew. He puts the wine to my mouth and i gulp it down. The tongue had been sauteed in balsamic and olive oil, and tasted divine.

“You’re now my accomplice Dusty, why carve pumpkins when we can carve something more fulfilling?”

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His Name Was Jack

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Evil Accomplice Phone Sex

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