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Bound and Gagged Home Invasion

violent phonesex laylaI live in a semi bad part of the neighborhood, I live alone on the first floor of a duplex and I have my male friends that come around from time to time when I have the time for them. I have some guy stalking me, some dick knocked at my door late at night and asked if I would let him use my bathroom, I said motherfucker you have a dick and go in the woods and go just like all dogs do, learn your place if not I will call the police. He thought that I was stupid enough to let him in and I don’t know his ass or he probably would like to fuck my sexy fucking ass with my big 38DD tits and my round bubble ghetto booty up in his face.

The dick tried to open all of my windows by tearing up the screen with a sharp knife and tried to open my windows up that way but they were either all locked or painted shut, but damn he was a desperate mother fucker and a scared dumb one too, he had his chance when the window was open he had a chance to get my tv and other valuables. Cum Get ME!
I went to a hardware store so I can stock up on some thick long lumber to reinforce the windows shut or for other reasons that I will not say and it’s not for protection, I have a good sized stun gun that daddy gave me to use for my pleasure or yours.

Later that week, I am a late owl, I decided to go to bed early and I just laid in bed around 2:45 am I am still wide away and the neighbors dog started barking. I know that your pathetic ass is at my bedroom window. I turn on my light and I see you there dressed in all black with a black ski mask on and black gloves in the middle of a hot humid night in May I have the window cracked just enough for me to try to get your gloves off and embarrass the hell out of your sick ass, you are sick and scrawny so I lift the window and kicked you in the face, only wearing a Victoria’s Secret black and pink nightshirt on and no panties and my pussy freshly shaved bald I pull you inside and I’m very horny.

You tackle me down to the bed and you see how instantly wet that I am and my big juicy breasts you can see how hard my nipples are that you bite my nipples and draw blood. You tear off my night shirt and hog tie me up on the bed and you put your nasty pre cum stained boxers in my mouth to use as a gag and rope my hands and arms up behind my head. The silent alarm in the house was tripped from all of the commotion and my struggling and it automatically calls the dispatchers at the command center to call for armed response, but the police have been dispatched and it will take them over an hour to come by and help because they are at another location and it gives theses lowlifes more time to have their way with me but this is turning me on.

I see that your accomplice came threw the window and wants to participate in on the lewd acts that you have planned for me.

Octopussy

Your perversions go so far beyond anything I ever dreamed. You had me spread eagle on the table this morning, letting the kitty cats lick me with their sandpaper tongues. One of the cats just wouldn’t join in, and of course you blamed me. You shoo’d them all away and began inspecting my cunt. You touched it, stuck your fingers in, and smelled them. You mumbled something about it not being “fishy enough”. I tried to ask what was wrong, but you gave me the usual “shut up whore” response.

You left me lying there, the cats looking at me with their cruel indifference. I am barely a piece of meat for their breakfast. You just love to watch them eat me and rub my clit raw until it bleeds from their harsh tongues. I hear you coming back, and youre carrying a large bowl, looking like you’re trying not to spill it.

You tell me to get on my knees, and as I do, I catch a smell of something really fishy — and so do the cats. They start meowing like crazy and gather around your feet as you approach me with the bowl. I don’t dare look back, as your punches are fierce when I disobey. I hear you slopping around in the bowl, and the smell gets worse – like rotting seafood. Then WHAP – you hit my ass with something hot and wet and slimy. I about jump off the table, but you grab my leg and hold me still and in position.

You tell me the kitties need some real flavor. I sneak a peek over my shoulder and you’re holding a large octopus! What the fuck? I again try to move and you grab me and hold me still. You take its giant head and shove it right inside my cunt. It was wet and it burned but the slime felt so good going in. It was squirming like crazy, and all the motion inside me made me cum immediately.

You let go of the octopus, and immediately its tentacles grab my tight ass all over, the little suckers attaching so tight I can hear them sucking on my ass cheeks. The cats are going absolutely crazy at the smell, and you put them back up on the table with me. As the octopus squirms its head inside me, and grabs my ass with its tentacles, the kitties begin to lick furiously at the test of the new fresh seafood – my octopussy….  

Better Love Story than Twilight

You were always good to me, and that was something I really loved about you. You were so sweet, and that really seemed like enough for the longest time! I was going to tell you that today, but when we kissed, when I started kissing your neck, I could feel the way your skin shifted ever so slightly, and the smell of your blood pulsing through your veins, I didn’t know if I could help myself as I sunk my teeth into that soft vein on your neck.
Before that I was just planning on a quickie in the living room, maybe to just give you a blow job, suck that thick cock, or sit on your face and lick my own cum off of your lips after I was done, but those plans seemed to change so very quickly once I managed to get a good spot to just go ahead and bite down.
You were shocked at first, but after a few moments you just sort of let me, I grabbed your hand shoving it between my legs as I swallowed mouthfuls of your blood, the hot liquid sliding down my throat with the same ease that coffee would have, but none of the bitterness.
I tore at your neck, not meaning too, and while I swear I heard you whimper, I don’t think you knew what just slid down the skin of your back was a slice of your own flesh, falling to the ground with a wet ‘plop’.
Your fingers slid against my slit and I moved to lift my skirt for you, so you has more access to the honeypot between my thighs, I could hear you tell me to knock it off, trying to pull your hand away, but I held it against myself, hips jutting forward as I groaned and continued to drink from you.
Two fingers pressed inside of me were enough to really get me going, my thighs clenching around your hand as I moaned and grunted against the hole left in your skin. I don’t know if I had ever once wished that I could stop, I just kept doing it either way, enjoying the way you tasted and the way your fingers would curl a little more each time I gave a good hard suck to the open wound.
I could tell you were starting to get dizzy, but I just couldn’t stop myself, you tasted like everything I’ve ever wanted put into some sort of human juice pouch. I don’t know what was wrong with me, it just felt right, that dwelling vampirism that every human may have, or something oddly poetic along those lines. What ever it was, I was soaked, in juices and your blood by the time you dropped.
I couldn’t really hold you up after that, you just fell, lifeless to the floor, the last few gulps of air you took were so raspy, and I realized then that I stopped hearing you at some point during my feeding from you, I just blocked out your voice and took in the sound of your heart beat.
When I snapped out of this daydream, looking to you from across the kitchen table, I couldn’t help but smile a little bit. You were around… and that really turned me on.

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Blood On The Water

killer phonesex knifeThe flyer said it was a midight cruise. A murder mystery would need to be solved. The night promised to be full of intrigue, gore and death would lurk around every corner. I stood there reading the flyer and thinking about how much fun it would be to sabatoge the “fake” killing with some real death. To replace the staged sceenes with real sceenes of murder. My cunt dripping as I imagined the fun of it all and knowing that the prize fund for solving the mystery would not be taken by anyone but myself beause I would create a  new story, a real murder. How long would it take for the creators of the cruise to figure out  that someone else hadd taken control? How much fear and mayheme could I create in a few short hours out on the open sea? I knew I had to get a ticckeet and take this cruise I had to create mass chaose. There would be a method to my madness and no seblane of order of any kind. As the night approached my anticipation began to grow. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I walked up the ramp to load the eerie vesel. The fear it was intended to envolk was nothing compared to what was about to come. Looking around at all the passangers laughing and drinking as the excitement built and the boat slipped out of the dock I silently creamed my panties. Slipping away to the galley so that I could procure a beautiful butcher knife, my heart was pounding. I took my place at the table in the dining hall an listened to the grisly tale that was being weaved for the festivities to begin. As soon as the place of the murder was  mentioned I went and found my victim, sliding my knife deep into her soft flesh then pulling it out and watching the blood flow my cunt juices began to flow in unison. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and the  blood curtling scream pierced the air. Mingling in with the other passangers while they examined the sceen of what they thought was a staged murder, listening to them watching them ad deciding who I was going to take out next  was almost moore then I could stand. One by one I slaughtered them all. Floating on the open sea, laying on the deck covered in blood, I rested before throwing them over board one at a time. What a beautiful thing to watch the bodies hit the water in the moonlight, slowly sinking into the dark abyss.killer phonesex knife

 

Fuck Slave Queen

violent phonesex maceyI love to be fucked, everyone already knows this. I like to be fucked by anyone, at any time. This is what all my sweet little fuck holes are here for, so yes I use them, and I used all of them. I am a fuck slave, and I am ready for anything that you can throw at me at any giving time. Men women it does not matter. Point is I LOVE TO FUCK! I want to be fucked in the ass, cunt, and by all means, please feel free to skull fuck the hell out of me. Yes, I am a whore and I love every minute of it. Cum let me be your fuck slave, your on little cum slut for the night. I really want you to cum all over me, and have your way with me all night long, so cum play with me for the night.

Bloody Tools Phone Sex

I disobeyed you again. I was only trying to keep the other girl from screaming. You thought I was trying to have sex with her. You caught me trying to hug her and knowing what a dirty little snuff whore I am, you assumed the worst. I would never betray you, Master, but you don’t listen. I am gagged and  tied and dragged to the dirty old mattress. Your anger is unmatched by anything else here on earth, and I hope that you will finally snuff me out.   You throw me on the bed where your tools hang above on the wall.

The tools are still covered in blood from the last girl who made a mistake. Hammers, pliers, knives, and every other item that was never meant to work on humans. Your sick as fuck toolbox that you’re now going to use on me. I look at the hacksaw and beg for you to just cut off my head. But I know it won’t be that fast or easy. You slap me so hard my head flies back and hits the wall. You come at me with a screwdriver first, my eyes get wide as you jam it right through my stomach.

I can only watch in horror as you splatter my blood everywhere. Tool after tool, you cut and pierce my tiny body, and I am helpless to stop you. I see you finally pick the hacksaw. I feel sick relief and hope that this is the end. I want to feel those last moments of hell,  and I have watched so many other sluts go out this way. I want my turn tonight. I raise my chin, hope in my eyes, and expose my throat to you. You look angry, and instead take my legs and spread them apart, exposing my battered pussy.

You take the rusty, bloody saw, and place it between my legs and begin to saw back and forth on my cunt. Blood spills everywhere, and you laugh like a maniac. You throw the saw aside and climb on top of me and begin fucking my bloody hole. As you cum inside my gaping pussy, I know you will not give me the only thing I wanted tonight – my snuff. My exit. My only way out. 

Masterpiece!

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I can always tell how much fun I’ve had, by how messy my dungeon is. There is something immensely gratifying about seeing all my tools covered in blood. Dripping in agony And reeking of pain. Sometimes while the bodies still warm and wet I just sit back and enjoy masterpiece that I created. There is something inherently beautiful about a table full of bloody instruments. I considered artwork. Like Friday I picked up a special little treat. I like Jacob have his way with her. He fucked her for hours. Keeping open all of her holes. Using her as his own little cum dumpster. But then I got to have my fun. She was begging for help pleading with me to save her. That is the most thrilling part to me. Those few seconds where I take to pick out the first instrument I’m going to use. With her with a hammer. I started by breaking all of her toes. Then her kneecaps. Then her fingers. Next I moved on to my blades slicing and cutting all around her. I made her bleed as everywhere. Then I chose the screwdriver dabbing her over and over. Making sure I missed anything vital, after all I do want to keep her alive as long as possible. I save all the big stuff from last, the machetes and the saws. Once you start cutting limbs off the bleed out so quickly. Just want to make sure that I cum several times before I use them all up. And when I’m finished, A masterpiece!

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Would You Rather Be Eaten Alive or Eat Someone Alive?

cannibalism phone sex mommey tortureThe last thing I remember was hiking in the woods. It was a lovely day. The sun was shining, the leaves were all sorts of pretty colors and I was enjoying quality time with myself. I woke up dazed, confused and starving. But I was not alone. There was a young couple with me, bound and gagged. I did not know where I was or how I got there. It appeared to be some sort of cabin in the woods. I tried to scope out the situation, figure out what kind of trouble exactly I was in. I never could have imagined the trouble I was in. A man with a mask came out of the darkness. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at the couple tied up on the floor. He said with a sinister tone, “Would you rather be eaten alive or eat some one alive?” What kind of sadistic game was he playing? I looked at him dumbfounded, and simply said “I don’t understand.” He explained to me this was a simple task. A simple game of would you rather. But, it was a game I had to play if I had any hope of surviving. He turned the timer on,  put a gun to my head and  gave me 60 seconds to make my decision.

In a moment of panic I screamed out, “Eat some one alive.” Surely this was a hoax, some sort of prank. He dragged me over to the couple. Made me decide if I wanted female or male flesh. The boy looked like Justin Beiber. I hate Just Beiber, so I screamed out male flesh. I then watched him prepare my live meal. Human sushi he called it. He seasoned the flesh, even tenderized it for me  and buttered the skin. I thought he was going to cook this boy alive, but no. I had to eat him, while still breathing, still looking at me, pleading me to stop, begging me for mercy. This was difficult , but my survival was on the line. I think when we are all pushed, we will do drastic things to stay alive. Even eat an innocent person.

My evil dinner host brought me an array of deadly kitchen cutlery and a big plastic bib to catch the blood, the flesh. This was really happening. I really had to do this. The young guy was shaking, tears running out his eyes. I tried to figure out where to begin. I took a knife and cut off his balls. People eat sheep balls, I could eat human testicles. I heard him scream in pain and watched him horrified as I swallowed his sinewy flesh. It did not taste like chicken. It tasted awful, but I chewed it up good and swallowed, reminding myself that this was just a game. I was forced to keep eating, so I tried my best to cut off sections of flesh that enable him to still survive.  I cut off and ate a nose (oddly crunchy),  ears, his penis, a few fingers, a few toes….I was stuffed and nauseated, but being forced to eat more flesh. He was bloody and in pain, likely dying. Perhaps I was doing him a disservice by trying to keep him alive. It seemed as if I was going to have to eat him until he died, or until I died.

I looked at him; his eyes told me it was okay. He had given up. I took a big knife, stabbed it in his chest, pulled out his beating heart and ate it until it was no longer beating.  I can’t believe I ate another person while they were alive. But I guess I would rather live than die. I had no choice. At least that is what I am telling myself to sleep at night….

Blood Rain

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   This dream I had the other night was rather bizarre. I suppose it had to do with the horror movie marathon we did that evening. I was the accomplice to a murderous scientist that managed to manipulate a virus into blood rain. My flesh was greyish green and I had wounds and scars all over me. The hideous scientist would inject me with his penic loaded with antiviral serum by fucking me in every hole.

This evil genius was so fucking hideous and he had this huge penis that oozed green serum. I was force fed this goo with his cock shoved in my mouth. He kept calling me his sinlicious accomplice. I am his succubus seducing and infecting my victims of both sexes. My cunt will infect them with a deadly virus and while this all is going on the rain turns to blood full of viral molecules. 

My scientist of pure evil manifestations continues to infect others making a whole new breed of anti-humans. These things are wandering the streets feeding on human victims and infecting those they allow to live. People fear the zombie apocalypse, but the real fear should be of these things that look fairly normal. They cloak themselves to appear normal and the only telltale sign are their red eyes. 

The creatures real identity will only manifest during their feasting period while they penetrate victims with their unsightly fuckrods of venom. There doesn’t seem to be a cure for this continued manipulation of the human DNA as my mad scientist continues to manipulate and alter the molecular structures being released into the air we all breathe. 

Please, I would beg my scientist of manipulation, stop this madness! Begging him I willfully take his cock inside me allowing him to fill me with his serum, to compel him to bring this epidemic to an end. Please help me in spreading the word or I will fuck you into oblivion. 

Ate Her Alive

I’ve never been so hungry. You always keep us starved, to keep our bodies tiny like you like them. But this month has been hell, you have been extra cruel. My head is spinning and I hallucinate from the starvation you make us go through. All the girls are hungry, and some of them don’t look like they are going to make it. Hell, I don’t know if I am going to make it, not without a meal soon.

I look around, hoping for rat shit, or anything that I could possibly eat. I had to have something or I was going to pass out. I had already drank what little piss I had for the day, and that wasn’t going to cut it. I crawled over to my cell mate and tried to wake her up, to see if maybe she had to shit or piss and if I could eat that. I kept nudging her, but she was zoned out, no doubt even more starved than me. But I kept trying to get a response from her, and she wouldn’t wake all the way up.

In my stuper, I got mad at her and kicked her in the face. I shouldn’t have done that, I was just feeling so helpless, but when I did – her nose started to bleed. Instantly I picked up on the scent of her blood. My mouth began to water and my stomach began to grumble. Oh my god, my hunger was excited by the smell of her fresh blood. I tried to put it out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I reached over and took a finger full and put it in my mouth. It tasted like heaven.

I looked at her emaciated body, and I could see her breathing shallow breaths. My mind began to rationalize that she wasn’t going to make it another day anyway, and she may be my only hope for something to eat. My stomach turned at the thought, but my survival instincts took over. I turned her on her back, and she moaned but didn’t try to fight me. I didn’t have any tools or knives, so how was I going to go about eating her? I decided I would just have to start at the most logical place – her pussy – and eat my way into her flesh.

I spread her skinny legs, exposing her pink pussy. It looked so juicy in a way I had never experienced before, and I placed my mouth down around her cunt lips and began to lick. Drool poured from my mouth, and I pulled my lips back to expose my teeth. I closed my eyes and chomped down on her pussy as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a rush of fresh blood into my mouth and I continued to chew away. I tore off piece after little piece with my teeth and chewed them up and swallowed, filling my tummy with her sweet flesh.  I would live to see another day in the dungeon, and maybe Stephanie would too, depending how long she can stay alive while I eat her up…