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Damsel in Distress

accomplice phone sex layla (2)T.V shows always show the damsel in distress being held hostage or for ransom. What they don’t show is the shit hat damsel may have to go through when being kept by the bad guy. When my husband smoked all the Mexican gang lord Lupe’s crack without paying up they took me, the trophy wife, for ransom. I wish it was money they wanted ‘cus then I’d be free. In order to get me back my husband had to “find a bitch as fine as this” and then he could get me back. They violently violated me one after the other until I felt nauseous from all the different cum inside of me. The first day I was there Lupe walked in and grabbed me by my hair. He held both sides of my head firmly as he forced his dick down my throat. I choked and gagged but he wouldn’t let me go until he finished. When I spit out his cum he slapped me across the face and ordered me to, “finish my breakfast”. He made me slurp it off the dirty concrete floor. After weeks of trying and countless whores being presented it was no use my husband would never get me back. I belong to these hoodlums now and must obey their every demand. If I don’t, I fear I won’t live to see another day.

Ransom for Flesh

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I found the perfect dinner! She’s lovely, round in all the right places and young. The only problem is that she is wealthy and Daddy keeps with her a bodyguard at all times. I captured her friend, a little less meaty but still worthwhile and I told my young, plump prize that her friend would be killed unless she swapped places. Sure enough, she slipped past her bodyguard and arrived at my house. I gave the stupid little girl my address because I knew she wasn’t going to call the cops, and I also knew that none of my prey ever walked out of my house. Meanwhile, I had been fattening up the friend, who was filling out nicely.
When my little prize walked through the door, I noticed that she had crumbs of Oreos around her luscious lips; poor thing had probably been stuffing her emotions, worried about her friend. I appreciated that. This was going to require a lot of work, so I enlisted the help of a friend. He bound my pretty little prize while I took her friend out of the cage. Relieved, she thought she had saved her friend; and, the friend thought she would be released. Stupid things. My mouth was watering as I began preparing my tools and heard her little whimpers. My friend had already started carving her friend and I was glad. The smell of blood and meat permeated the air and made me even hungrier for the young chubby thing that graced my table. She didn’t even struggle; I could’ve forgone the restraints, but I knew she would be flinching when I began using my knife.
Her beautiful eyes were even more beautiful in death; and, the blood that followed the trace of my knife matched her hair. I had to stop at several points and admire her, committing the scene to memory and also memorializing it on film. Her breasts, large and natural, were going to make an excellent soup. I decided to even leave the cute little nipples on them…confident that they would soak up flavor very nicely. After the long, worthwhile work, I had a friend who specialized in taxidermy and had her head stuffed as a trophy. I took her rings and laced them around her lovely curly locks of hair. She sits in my study and I still enjoy admiring her, recalling our time together and how savory she was.

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Lust

 

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If only he knew how much I would love to worship his white cock. I dream of his sweet white meat rubbing across my glossed nigger lips. I’d lick and slurp all night if he wanted me to. I see him whenever I go to the market to fetch dinner for master. If he knew I was lusting after another man he’d beat me nearly to death. Even though I shy away from his lashes I know I deserve them for being such a worthless whore. How could I want something other than the master I belong to? I feel so embarrassed and ashamed when I crave to show how well I’ve been trained to other superior white men. However I’m only flesh and next time I take a trip to the market, I might fall victim to lust.

Rape fantasy phone sex with Mistress of brutality Geneva.

Rape fantasy phone sex heats up  as only a dream, and one hell of a taboo phone sex dream  fantasy it was. This fantasy  started with me sitting at the bar in some place I can’t quite place. This place was a majestic  bar and seems it could have been one in the French Quarter. However, you see I don’t recall ever being to the French Quarter only in dreams have I found myself there. Upon awakening from this dream everything seemed so real the blood in my mouth, the feeling of bruising all over my body.

I saw myself sitting there dressed like Mistress of the Night in the style of the 1900’s. I felt like I was in a Jack the Ripper rendition based in an Absinthe bar in New Orleans. Seeing myself get wasted on Absinthe and Opium as I visited with one John after another. The last one was an image burned in my mind as I was left for dead when he finished with me.

He got me high and used me, beat me, choked me and cut me before he even fucked me. Rendering my body lifeless this man took me like a rag doll. His hands around my neck as he thrust inside my pussy so raw and bloody from all his abusive fisting and object fucking. He slit my throat as he filled me with his salty cum. Pulling out he came all over my neck mixing his saltiness with my blood as he laughed and slapped me with his cock and left me there bound to the bed bleeding and gasping for breath. Then I awoke.

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Peep Show!

Bondage phone sex with StormI was going to a friend’s house when I noticed something through the basement window. My friend had a big titty blonde strapped to a table and this made my pussy wet. I had to see what was happening. I squatted next to the window and watched to see what would happen. My friend smacked her across the face and told her to shut her fucking mouth. She put a big candle in her mouth and lit it. The wax was dripping down on her face. She took a huge dildo and started to fuck her cunt with it. She stretched her cunt so far that it was bleeding. She used the blood as lube and she rammed the huge dildo into her asshole. I could hear it rip from outside. I saw the blood begin to pour from her asshole. I then knew that my friend was a sadistic freak and enjoyed to torture people like me. She licked her bloody cunt and spit her blood onto the bitches face. She took the candle from her mouth and poured the hot wax onto her tits and cunt. She began to scream and my friend just smiled. She picked up a machete and cut each one of her tits off. She took a smaller knife and cut her pussy lips off. The blonde bitch was bleeding out and probably unconscious when she took the machete and cut her head off. This made my pussy soaking wet. I began to rub my clit when I noticed my friend was leaving the basement. I quickly stood up and proceeded to her door. She answered like nothing had happened. What an experience.

Hunt, Bind, Kill, Eat

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My hunger for flesh has been undeniable; and, yesterday, I had the great fortune of talking with someone who has my same unusual tastes. He shared a picture and several ideas that captured my interest; and, with the proper planning, I went out to execute it myself…even though it was risky alone. It was almost dusk, so I had to hurry to the local hiking trail. The pretty little families and coeds walked past; but, in the distance, I could see a large group and one particular meaty chick was lagging behind. I double-checked my trap and waited. One of her stupid little skinny friends stopped to help her; but, I breathed a sigh of relief when she returned to a boy that was further ahead.

I smelled the group as they passed; this catch would definitely need a bath before eating and I was glad that I set-up next to a creek. She was teetering and I was afraid that she would miss the spring that would trigger the net; so, I stepped out in front of her and asked if she could help me…that I had sprained my ankle. Oh, the ones with a little bit of body issues are so easy to snag! And, quickly, she was floating in the air in the net! I forced her to drink a concoction that would make her easier to maneuver; and that was easy because her mouth was open as she sobbed. She didn’t even scream because she knew that she was destined to be prey. I cut the rope and she lay there as I drug her and washed her.

Then, I bound her wrists and legs. Not correctly gauging her weight or tolerance, she began to come out of the semi-unconsciousness and began begging for her life, struggling against the ropes. I quit listening until she said that she had so many people that I loved her; looking up at her, I showed my doubt. She instantly burst into sobs and was quiet the rest of the time. I was going to attempt to roast her over a fire that I had recently created. I hadn’t realized that she’d be so heavy, though; as I carved her meaty flesh, I decided to take what I wanted. I’d leave a little of her hidden in the brush for a friend, whom I’d call and offer that part of the kill.

I happily returned to my vehicle and placed the backpacks of fresh meat in the trunk; her friends hadn’t even missed her yet. They were all huddled around a truck and drinking beer. Yes, she was better off where she was going; at least she’d bring pleasure this way, and I was quite certain that her own seasoning would be delicious.

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Uh oh, this gal’s high again
just hit the weed, ate 3 Valium and 2 Vicodin;
Look like Dr. House, stumbling around my living room
fell off the couch, broke a shelf and cracked the ceiling too.
I’m feeling doomed, haven’t even started drinking yet
nervous wreck, when will all this pressure start to break my neck?
Pissed at everyone, thinking about grabbing a pistol
a knife with no handle, some razor blades and my Ginsu;
and coming to get you, find you where you sleep
grab something to eat in your house, 
slitting your throat and fleeing the scene.
I’m hopeless, see? I’ve got nothing left to live for.
Get bored and choke myself to death with a 16-inch extension cord.
So be forewarned, I will leave you deformed
beyond the norm
looking like a CSI porn

You better lock all your windows and barricade the front door, because I’m getting wet just thinking ’bout making a mess. With your face on the floor, and my boot on your head…

Why don’t you undress, and I’ll administer a test. Let’s see how long you can breathe while your throat’s full of hash. I’m gonna make sure the rope is nice and tight too. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally get some air. Ah. That’ll do. Nice and intricately tied. A spider web weaved that you’ll fall into…

See–it all starts here, and it’ll end here for you.

Sissy Parade in New Orleans

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It’s New Orleans, one of my favorite places to be because it is so damn crazy. I was walking past a residential area when I heard muttering; I squinted and I could see a flashlight in one of the graveyards. I thought it was just a couple of teens playing around, maybe spray-painting the tombstones. But, then I heard, “No, I am not opening it! I just got my nails done!” I was intrigued and moved in for a closer look. There were a bunch of young sissies standing around a couple of open tombs; only the final cover remained between them and the corpse. “We have to do it, ya’ll or Master will be angry,” one of the more logical ones said. My ears perked up: these sissies belonged to someone. I focused on them and could see that they were really not prepared to do what they were instructed to do; after all, who wears high-heels and short skirts on a job like this? Finally, the logical one opened the casket, struggled with the body, and then demanded help. The others helped lift the body, and then it became apparent what they were doing: they were stealing the clothes off the dead people! Most of them gagged as they did this, but I was impressed with their resolution and continued to follow them. “Now, girls,” the sissy whose nails were recently manicured said, “remember that we must prance our little sissy hearts out! Master is watching and we cannot disappoint him. No stealing beads, but everything else is fine. Beads must be earned from flashing!” And, along they marched, this very interesting crew. I walked down Bourbon Street as far as I could without getting absorbed into the crowd; and, sure enough, there was a man sitting on a balcony with a cigar…and a woman, wearing a dog collar, at his feet. Our eyes met and we had an understanding; I smiled as the crowd became even more boisterous. Yes, the sissies had arrived!

Momma’s Magic Touch

My innocence…if I ever had any to begin with…was scarred at a very young age. It happened when my Momma had friends over and told me not to cum in the room. I didn’t listen, and got too curious. Hiding in the closet, I saw my Momma with a pretty, thin blonde woman tied up with coarse rope. A tall man with dark hair was standing over the blonde, laughing as she cried. I gasped as I watched them flip her over and pull down her tiny lace thong. She must’ve been a stripper or a prostitute they picked up somewhere, since she was covered in tattoos and wearing only lacy lingerie. The man brought out a basket and took the lid off…I was shocked to see a snake curling out of it! The girl just started crying harder. Momma was laughing and held open the hooker’s butt cheeks as the man picked up the snake. Then my Momma reached over and grabbed a turkey baster filled with something white and liquid. She shoved the baster up the tied-up blonde girl’s tight pink asshole and the girl screamed. They kept laughing and Momma filled up her anal canal with the liquid. The man then put the snake’s head at the entrance to her asshole and it crawled inside, slithering up her ass. Turns out, it was milk, and the snake’s mouth was sewed shut. But it kept moving around in there because it smelled the milk and wanted it. So the tied-up girl got to enjoy that experience of having her asshole stretched out by a slithering snake. I quickly left the closet after that and never told my Momma I saw it, but somehow I think she knows. It’s obvious that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m a sadistic teen because I know my family likes hurting people, too. Momma always told me to never be afraid to stir up some trouble. She’s the Queen of Mean, so I guess that makes me pretty sick and evil, too…

When Little People Attack

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I was walking home from my latest kill when I saw a very odd-looking fight. The bartender, a little person, was charging over the counter at a guy. I could hear a woman’s voice say, “Vinny, he touched me. Beat him up!” I crept further so that I could see and hear better through the gigantic window. The bartender had the other man (of normal weight and height) in a headlock. I had to laugh at the scene. The guy grunted out, “She’s just a tramp, man. I bought her a drink.” Vinny didn’t like that much and slammed the guy’s face into the concrete floor. Vinny yelled, “Well, she’s my tramp now. My damn pussy.” I rolled my eyes at the reason for the fight: a frizzy-haired blonde woman with a short skirt…who, I just noticed, had her skirt lifted and was rubbing her clit over Vinny’s half-conscious victim. She was definitely jacking-off; and, when she was cumming, she released what I think was urine on the unconscious man. The bartender drug the man out into the street gutter and I disappeared in the shadows. Without so much as a “Thank you,” the woman left; and, the bartender who had so fiercely fought for the woman sat at the bar and drank a beer. I stared curiously at his bloody nose and wounds, badges of honor that he’d wear just for pussy. I shook my head and continued home; and, people think it’s weird that I eat them?! Hell, I think I’m doing some of them a service!  The fun part was already done or i would’ve brought the trash home…and tortured him.  And, as for Vinny, he needs to be out there somewhere.