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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!

 

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: My Favorite Movie

bloody phone sex torture gothIt is pretty clear that I am not your typical girl. No amount of money would make me go to a Nicholas Sparks movie. Vomit. Eli Roth flicks are more my speed, especially Hostel 2. I enjoy the torture porn flicks. Bloody films with extreme violence, torture and sexual depravity get my cunt wet. Like all of the Hostel films,  the rich and the depraved pay for the thrill of killing some innocent lamb in whatever sick, twisted, perverted manner they desire. I relate to the female lead in this film, Beth.  A rich girl on vacation with her BFFS, meets the wrong people and finds herself kidnapped and in a room about to be prey to some submissive nerd who she rebuffed sexually because well, she has standards. But Beth turns the tables on Stuart; refuses to be his victim. She not only tortures him, but cuts off his worthless pecker and feeds it to the dogs, before snuffing him out and buying her way out of the torture chamber. My kind of girl. My hero. Beth and I are a lot alike, I torture and snuff out worthless pigs who have wronged me in some way. My victims are not so innocent. They are stupid, pathetic, weak, self entitled pricks who need to be taught a lesson, sometimes a deadly lesson.

bloody phone sex knife playNo man gets the better of me. And any dude who tries, finds himself castrated, bloody and likely no longer breathing like Stuart. Like Beth, I take no shit from men and I refuse to be a victim. Now, every now and then, I spare the life of a worthless prick just so he can become my torture doll. You can turn a dominate man into a submissive one. I have one Stuart like guy who tried to sexually assault me at a party once when I was intoxicated. Not only did I take his balls, which are in a jar on my mantle piece, I took his dignity. I own him now. He PAYS me to torture him. A rich motherfucker that until he met me, thought all women were on earth to service him and that his money could buy anything, and  anyone.

bloody phone sex evil killHis money can buy anything; it can buy the privilege of my sick, twisted attention. He pays me to bleed. In a twist on Hostel, he pays me to torture him, and he even tortures himself because he knows how much I enjoy it.  His neutered ass, slices his flesh and bleeds for me. He cuts hunks of his flesh off and gives it to me as presents. He even brings me sweet young things to play with, play with in my sick twisted way. Beth inherited her money; I was not so lucky to come from a wealthy family. However, I am rather cunning and crafty, so I am quite comfortable financially because I know how to milk pathetic losers like you. My love for money, however, does not outweigh my need to stalk and mutilate poor excuses for human beings. So, I will hunt and snuff you out for free. I don’t need to pay some Elite Hunting group in Slovakia for the pleasure of kidnapping, torturing and snuffing out pathetic losers. If you are reading this, you are fascinated by me. You have dark desires to hurt yourself for my pleasure; to pay me to cut and slice or even castrate you. Pay me to gut you like a pig and bathe in your blood.

Just like the woman in the opening scene of my favorite movie, I will suspend you above me, slice your arteries, and get off as your warm blood cascades over my body. I love it when you bleed for me. A goddess can never have enough loyal subjects to bleed and mutilate. I cannot wait to pierce your sweet, but worthless, flesh. And, I cannot wait to rape your wallet while I do it.

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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.

 

Why Me?

I always wondered why you chose me. I remember seeing you watching me from the woods behind my parents house. I would be in the back yard playing, and you would sit and stare, sometimes with binoculars. I saw you stroking your cock, but I didn’t understand that I was in any danger. Most days you were there, so I figured I must be the only one you were watching, and in fact, if my friends came over, you would usually leave.

Did you have a crush on me? Did you think I was pretty? I tried flashing my little tits at you, and letting my skirt fly up on the swing, but you never showed any emotion, you just stared. It wasn’t until the day you grabbed me and molested me in those woods that you told me why you picked me – you told me I was a bad little girl and that you had been sent to punish me. You twisted my nipples and scraed me when you bit into my tiny pussy so hard that I bled.

You told me that you knew I wouldn’t tell anyone, and you were right. You were right about me being a bad girl. I still went out in the yard every day, hoping you were there. Hoping you would be staring and I would always wander close enough for you to grab me and pull me in. As you abused my body, I cried, but I didn’t try to get away. The pain and the dirty names you called me made me crave more. So I no longer wonder how I ended up here, in your dungeon, its because I had been a very bad girl for all those years in my back yard.

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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Ring Around The Rosie

violent phonesex shadowHer name is Rosie and I got her just for you my dark and demented lover. You would have never gone and gotten her yourself. You want this but you want me to do the dirty work and that is fine with me I love doing the dirty work so that we can enjoy the pleasure of her screams together. Let’s play ring around the Rosie. Let’s surround her and rip her flesh with dthis dull blade. Watch me cover myself with her blood before pressing my bloody body against yours and giving you permission to fulfill your P – rape fantasies on her tight, bald pussy. My cunt is twitching and quivering knowing that you are going to be ruthless just for me and that your dick will fill me once it is bloody and satisfied by the dark desires with in you. Our pleasure is her pain, just as it should be.

No One Knows

On a hot summer night I offered my throat

to the monster with the red roses.

He offered me his mouth, teeth,  and hunger.

I knew he would starve without me.

 

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning,

there was fog crawling over the sand.
When you listen to my heart,

you hear my terror churning.
I see the bloody shards cutting
through my trembling hands.

You were licking your lips
with your scissors shining.
you were dying just to take your  taste.
We were kneeling together in a puddle of blood
and by the the light of the moon.
You knew there wasn’t a moment to waste.

You hold my throat and my knees grow weak.
As my body gets prepared for the ground.
I’m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can’t seem to make any sound.

Then you cut my tongue right out of my mouth.
All the while you were still fucking me.
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I see that you’re beginning to grin.
We’re finally alone and you can do what you want.
The night is young
And Ain’t no-one gonna know where I am
No-one gonna know where I am….

He loves playing with knives

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He makes me wear a collar that locks all day and all night, every day. Sends me texts, or calls to remind me I belong to him. That he killed for me, that if he wanted to he could destroy me. He has friends that he has watching me closely when he isn’t able to, he sent one to help me pack and ordered that I do whatever he asks.
I was bending over to get the packing tape and felt his friend rub his finger up my thigh. I started to sweat, no isn’t an option for me anymore. He was standing behind me, I knew I was trapped.
When I stood up, he took a fistful of my hair and pulled it toward his face inhaling the smell. He started licking my ear, biting it hard when he felt like it. He got bored of that and told me to face him. I listened like the obedient slave I’ve become only to see that he held a knife in his hand. He told me I was wearing too much clothes and with the knife sliced them off of me. The evil bastard would even rub the cold blade against my bare skin, making me tremble from the fear of not knowing. He could see I was afraid, he got off on it.

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To my horror, his cock was so hard that his pants could hardly contain it. He caught me looking at it so he pulled it out as he demanded I get on my knees. I was kneeling on top of the pile of my shredded clothes while he slapped his rock hard cock against my face, he did it so hard it felt like a punch. He got bored with that too and decided to push my face against the floor. Without warning he shoved his massive dick inside my tight pink asshole. I cried, I screamed but I did my best not to resist. I felt the blade again, running down my back while he forcefully fucked my sore little asshole.
He took a handful of my hair and pulled me toward him, pressing the knife to my throat. Moving the knife across my naked back must not have frightened me enough, I felt his cock flutter violently in my ass. The pain was too intense, I let a few loud screams. My mouth was mid scream when he removed his cock from my bleeding asshole only to jam it into my mouth, nearly choking me with his cum.
There was no time to cry about it or clean myself up. He instructed me to start packing again while he watched me struggle to stand from all the pain.

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Dreaming or Scheming

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It was dark, and I could hear footsteps outside of my door, assuming it was my dad, or some of his friends, I went to turn the lights on and pull my top off. May as well just get ready for the fucking that normally happens. I stopped in my tracks as I glanced around, taking notice rather quickly that something about my room was very off. My bed was at center, no sheets, one pillow, metal frame, the room itself, was barren, all except for what looked to be a man sitting slumped in the corner.
“Hey!” I called out, going to grab his shoulder, to see if he was ok. He didn’t move, so I tried to pull him back, “You drunk or some-”.
I was cut off by the shock that caught in my throat, he fell backwards, the entire front of his body covered in blood, a chunk missing out of his throat, parts of his arms ripped apart.
I wasn’t sure how to feel, something about it didn’t seem real, like I couldn’t put together that there was actually a dead person in my very empty bedroom! I went to the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge, so the window was my next option. That’s when I got a look at my reflection.
He wasn’t the only bloody one.
It was all over my face, smeared and dried on my cheeks and lips.
I stumbled back, going to the door again, pounding on it, screaming for my daddy to let me out, but the door swung open, knocking me back.
The guy that came in was one of my dad’s work friends, Rick was his name, he towered over me, and when he grabbed my face with those big gruff hands of his something so strange happened, I didn’t go limp or cry like normal, I stood when he pulled me up, and as he started to take his massive cock out, I kissed his neck.
He seemed pretty happy about that for a few moments, grabbing my panties and yanking them off of me. I shoved him to the bed and for some reason… I felt so strong, because he just fell back onto his ass.
I straddled him, my fingers going to my already slick cunt as I pressed down on the cock, being filled up by him immediately as he grabbed my hips and yanked me down. I rode him like that cock was carved out for me by the gods. I don’t know how many times I came, but when he started slapping me around, I grabbed his hands with my sudden brute strength, holding them at his sides as I went from kissing him to biting him.
I remember it being his lips first, the way my teeth went through them so smoothly, I could taste his blood, and his pain. Something about the feeling was breathtaking.
He was trying to get me off of him by then, but there was no way I was giving up a good cock in my cunny just because of a little… split lip.
I kept fucking that dick, kissing and biting more at his face until the feeling of pumping blood from his neck called to me, and rather than spitting out the chunk of flesh that time, I swallowed.
That’s when I realized how hungry I was.
I kept eating him, even after I finished fucking him, I ripped his skin apart, throat torn the last few raspy breaths of his life stuck in my head like a song on repeat.
Ever bite I took, it still felt like I wanted more.
Then the door opened again.
It was time to see who was next.
That was, of course, until I woke up.
God, I was so hungry when I woke up.

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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