She said she wanted to be my friend. Everywhere I went, the stupid, worthless cunt followed like a poor little puppy dog lost in the world like a maze. When I ditched school for a few days to get high and fuck some dick, floundering in debauchery and soaking up the sin like the Absinthe running through my veins, she sent me some crybaby texts about missing me. How’d the stupid slut get my phone number? I show my true colors–quiet, sinister, seductively deadly–by acting like an lethal monster to everyone I come across. I don’t fucking want them to know me. I don’t want them to fucking like me. I don’t want them to fucking TEXT me. The peckerhead was getting involved where she was not wanted. Almost ruined one of my illicit deals by running her stupid goddamn trap where it did not belong. The wrong place at the wrong time? I don’t believe it. She’d been following me. I found the asswipe whore after school, pushed her against the wall and told her straight-up to FUCK OFF or she’d be in for it. Did she want her little pussy sliced apart and baked into a nutsack pie? I poked her with my sharp nails and scratched them slowly across her skin, prickling the senses and leading her attention astray. “I will fuck you up,” I whispered down to her. “Don’t mess with me.” But the next day, she still hadn’t learned her lesson. I saw her leaving the principal’s office with a guilty look on her face. FEAR. She was scared shitless when she saw me watching her. That’s when I knew what I had to do. I waited to get her alone, and jumped her. I wrapped a nylon cord around her throat and choked the bitch until her skin was completely indented with my malicious intent. I pulled it taut and watched her struggling cease. At first she batted at my hands and groaned, kicking, trying to escape. Screams filtered from the corner of her mouth. She managed to hit me in the side of the head. I smacked her against the wall and tightened the cord further. It wasn’t until I’d heard that distinctive SNAP! that I stopped tugging and tied the knot on the noose. Precious. I tied it up to the hook on the ceiling and walked away, brushing my hands on my sullied jeans as I left. She’s gonna look fucking great there, hanging like the shitscared baby ass motherfucker she is. In the meantime while I wait for them to discover her depressing suicide . . . I deserve a cocksucking serial number for all the sluts I’ve killed.
Category: Rape phone sex fantasies
Intervention!
A few months ago, I get a call from a regular client, Donnie. He tells me that his cunt slut little step daughter, Hannah, is planning on going to the cops to fuck up my babysitting service. I let four neighbors fuck her tight cunt every Thursday night for two years, and still managed to keep her asshole on reserve for when Donnie got home. It’s a lot of work every week, keeping four dicks away from a perfectly good ass. You can see why I was angry. I show up at the house that night, and Hannah tries to bolt for the back door but my loyal clients are waiting outside. Ken and Jerry tear the cumbag’s skirt off and shove their fingers into her pussy. That bitch screamed bloody murder while five guys finger-fucked her nasty pussy and asshole. Finally Donnie rammed that bitch’s head into the concrete patio and started pounding her so hard, I swear Hannah’s A-cup tits were slapping her in the face. Each guy took turns filling her cunt and ass with sweet cum, and then it was my turn. I took a metal spatula from the grill and smacked her ass over and over and over again until blood ran down her thighs. Then I rammed the handle up her cunt and fucked her until she passed out. Donnie couldn’t hold his load anymore. He turned Hannah over and throat fucked her until cum dribbled out from the corners of her mouth. That stupid unconscious whore choked to death on her step daddy’s cum. We dumped her in a forest, and Ken stayed behind to make more holes in her body. Later, I went back to find her skull. She’s my little trophy now, and boy, does she look good on my dresser.
Be Careful What You Ask For
It is no secret that I am a subby whore with rape phone sex fantasies. Ever since I was young, I have dreamed of men taking me, degrading me and doing whatever the fuck they wanted to me; even if it left me battered and bloody and within inches of my life. Well, last night, one of my taboo phone sex fantasies, became a reality. See, I have always wanted to be used by a group of bikers. I mean rough sex, where I am being choked, slapped, beaten, spit on, peed on, humiliated, gagged, burned and tortured with big cocks. I put on a slutty outfit that definitely screamed I was asking for it and headed to this dive bar around the corner known for attracting a rough, even violent, crowd. As soon as I walked in and saw drunken biker guys, my pussy came alive and my clit started aching for some hard core action. I walked right up to some guys at the bar and said, “Get me drunk and do whatever you want to me.”
Well, the drinks started coming faster than I could drink them, and guys started lining up. One biker was, “enough of this shit, this bitch needs to put her money where her mouth is,” and he slammed me against the bar so hard it left a big purple bruise across my tits. I felt my panties being ripped off me, my head being shoved down on the bar and a hand choking my throat. The next thing I felt was a fist, an entire hand, being shoved up my ass, then another fist up my tight twat. The bartender hopped up on the bar sorta like an accomplice and began telling guys what to do to me; how to hurt “this bitch.” I felt my ass being ripped apart first by fists, then by cocks, and finally by beer and whiskey bottles. It hurt soooooo good. Pain equals a soaking wet cunt for me. One guy took bottles of Jack off the shelf, shoved them in my mouth to suck then fucked my ass and cunt with them. And not the thin neck of the bottle, but the thick square end of it. The neck stuck out my pussy and ass so they could do shots of whiskey from my tortured holes and twist the bottles deeper into me. One guy said I was the new shot machine; all you had to do was smack my ass hard enough and that the whiskey would poor itself. These dudes were some sick mother fuckers and I was in for way more than I bargained for.
As one guy was making me gag with his huge cock and slapping my face, the wicked bartender said “pee in the bitch’s mouth.” But they all heard the command and lined up to pee in me and on me. It was so degrading and disgusting. I tried to close my mouth and one of them cut me with his pocket knife across my right cheek and said if I was gonna fight, he would cut my face up so bad my momma wouldn’t recognize me, because no one gives a fuck about a dirty little fuck slut like me. Would you hurt me if I resisted whatever you wanted to do to me? I hope so, because I need to learn to be a good nasty bitch. So, there I lay, on the bar, with bottles of whiskey in my ass and cunt, bleeding and smelling like a human toilet. I was used for hours. I was drenched in cum and pee; cut and bleeding; burned with cigarettes; slapped around; tortured with bottles and all sorts of objects from the bar. I was even whipped with wallet chains. I don’t know how I got the fuck home, but I guess some one was nice enough to dump my tortured ass on my living room floor. But by the looks of the carpet burns on my tits, face and knees, I was fucked passed out there. Maybe it was you, my curious neighbor, who saw me being dumped like garbage and took advantage of the opportunity to have your way with a bitch that can’t resist? I love being used and degraded, but sometimes, I get scared, not knowing how far you will go to get your rocks off. The hardcore taboo phone sex fantasies are what get my fuck hole juices flowing, but sometimes you horny fucks go beyond my wildest imagination and not only hurt me badly, but leave me with regret. One of these days, I am gonna get myself into a dark fantasy that gets way too real.
Suffocation and Leftovers
On one of the message forums that I belong to, I read an interesting request. There was a woman who was looking for extreme suffocation play; and she rambled on about how one of her boyfriends had strangled her until she lost consciousness, but she had had the most amazing orgasm before she did. I laughed and thought she might be fun to play with; the dumb ones usually are. And, there her perky little smile was, staring back at me.
The cute little idiot coed visited my house for dinner. I always like to play with my food first. And, I invited my mentor along for the ride; I knew he liked big round butts, and she certainly had that. We dined and talked; her idle chatter was fueling my despicability for her. I dosed her wine with a little something, and my mentor reprimanded me, complaining that she would taste funny, but I told him it was just an herb…nothing too hard.
We restrained her; and when she woke up naked, the fear in her eyes was apparent. “Now, we’re going to give you what you came for, little girl,” I grinned. She tried to relax, but the imbecile didn’t even know what was coming. I pressed my fingers around her bird-like neck and watched the terror spread across her face. I let up and asked if she was liking it thus far; she “requested” that I be a little more gentle. “Like this?” I asked and held her throat closed for longer; my mentor’s evil brain began clicking and he placed a vibrator between her legs. I pushed the clear plastic around her face, smashed it. We laughed at each other’s cleverness. I let her cough and struggle; but it was getting late and my mentor was eagerly awaiting his feast.
As a last touch, I took a pliable double-dildo out and wrapped around her bruised neck. I thought it was poignant that she be suffocated to death with what she wanted. And, my mentor enjoyed eating her plump, young flesh.
catch this, you’re infected
Words race through me like fucking crazy. Dickfucking, assfucking, wild insane thoughts. Most people would be horrified with just one peek into my crazy mind. Evil is my possession and I am its tool…
Shut your mouth
I’ll cut your tongue,
sew your lips shut,
put plastic wrap over your nose
INFLATE
your lungs…
getting big as you struggle, try to get air
You’re suffocating!
His dick is hard, his dick is hard! Gonna put it inside
don’t cry…
cut a hole
right over your mouth
SUCK HIS COCK, SUCK IT!!
Still can’t breathe
Now you’re choking on his semen
it’s spewing out and drowning you
in white yummy cum
eat it. lick it. taste the spud.
Want some more/I’ll give you mine.
Slain SIN makes funny things
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I want to stick my finger in your pussy
tear it apart
Now I’ve got a crazy picture in my head, of you in bed. You’re not moving and I’ve blown a hole in your head. I did it with a firecracker, put it in your mouth, lit the fuse.
WOAH.
The fire started in your pussy! Now it’s gonna explooddeee.
Hostel
I saw the ad for the “Elite Hunting Company” a few months ago. It was on one of the websites I frequent and they finally had an opening for a new client to live out their fantasies with no fear of authorities. No cleaning up messes, and they bring the meat to you! I signed up but had given up hope that I got chosen. Then, I got the call a few days ago, and immediately made arrangements to leave town. I had waited a long time, and now it was finally time to play.
The cab pulled up to the seemingly abandoned building, and almost immediately I felt that calm that I long for. That certain peace that only screams and blood can bring. I quickly got my things out of the car, and looked the building over. I had never seen something so perfect.
I was greeted inside by a very tall man wearing a rubber apron, and if I didn’t know what was waiting for me I would be quite scared. He showed me to my work area and to my pleasant surprise, she was already there chained to a chair in the middle of the room. My blood immediately started pumping and I got to work right away.
She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. This was going to the best vacation ever.
malum medicum
If you’ve ever seen the bone chilling German horror film Anatomie (2000), you know just how fun playing Doctor can be. I was so inspired by this cinematic masterpiece, I decided to fuck up a bitch to honor it. For the surgical suture I had planned, my thread was chosen carefully. Black, strong, medical-grade sewing thread. I was going to disinfect it but decided against it. Dipping it in alcohol would prevent infection during a real surgery…but this was just an innocent game…make-believe play.
I belted my torture pet in and strapped her to the gurney while the chloroform was still swimming in her nostrils. The girl was precious: raven black hair, long and braided evenly on both sides. Unmarred, tanned skin without markings or blemishes. I couldn’t wait to spill her blood and ruin her holes as an outlet for my never-ending rage. I wanted to split her very being open and pull out her organs, fondle her heart & twist her own digestive track around her neck like a pretty little scarf. Take her apart from the inside out and sew her back up again.
She was naked, bared to my sight and exposed before me. A puff of black pubic hair between her legs. Delicate, pinkish nipples and soft skin everywhere. Stretched out, spread eagle, I fingered her limbs and cackled with glee. So happy to be ruining such a beautiful creation of God’s. While I loath them entirely, I do enjoy destroying them. My hand reached for a scalpel and pressed into her sensitive flesh as I sliced through her left tit. Such a glorious spillage of fat globules and an interesting pool of a substance I can only liken to phlegm gushed out. I leant down and lapped it up like a starved animal. Tasting my victims is my favorite part of the job. She began to stir and I knew that she was waking up. Perfect. My wolfish grin was dangerous and sharp as I stared down at her. She began to moan softly as the pain hit her–that pain she’d escaped while unconscious. “Hello,” I greeted her capriciously as she blinked awake. “The two of us are gonna have a lot of fun together.”
School Nurse
All the shits are out of school. I think summer vacation for the masses is a severe detriment to the education of the young. There is nothing more irritating then to arrive some place only to find screaming snot machines with their Parents. Family day they call it. I call it a nuisance. They should be in some sort of state run educational program instead. Perhaps that way they will have a better grasp on what to expect from life, and actually make something of themselves besides fat.
I would love to be the School Nurse at a state ran mandatory educational institution. If they didn’t shut up in class, showed lack of attention or manners then they would be sent to me. Mandatory cavity searches at the start of each day would be administered with as much care as one would give to a gutter whore. If they refused, then an enema would be administered until they expunged what ever it is that they were trying to hide.
If they became injured then I would mend them. If stitches were needed, then they would feel the needle pierce their tender flesh as the cat gut was crisscrossed to close up their wounds. No anesthetic needed, it is too expensive and they had not earned it. If they perhaps dislocated a limb, then I would yank the appendage out and re-adjust it so that it would slip back into the socket. Imagine what type of people they would be if they were to Graduate from this type of environment. No more thinking the world owes them something, no more being spoiled by stupid parents. They would be educated, strong and I am sure they would always remember their school nurse Sin.
I Believe You Can Fly
“Trash. That is what you are. Never wanted, never needed, useless and you serve no purpose what so ever. If you were to just disappear I wouldn’t even notice. As a matter of fact, why don’t you do just that. I have more important people in my life, I never really wanted you anyway. The only reason I kept you is that I didn’t have the money for an abortion.”
Those were the last words that it heard from it’s Mother before it rain crying out into the rain. It thought that running away would solve all it’s problems. IT is an idiot. I wasn’t the one who found it, it was at a homeless shelter sitting on a cot in the corner. Oh, did I mention that I volunteer at a Homeless Shelter? I do, I will tell you why at some point soon. Anyway, there it was. Looking scared and shit. You would think that because of the age of it, authorities would of been called. I guess it was thought that it belonged to one of the adults that were there. It took me all of thirty minutes of watching to realize that it didn’t belong to anyone and it was scared.
I had to laugh a little bit. It heard me, I waved at it. It waved back slowly. I walked over with a lunch sack. It took it and asked if it was free. I told it not to be stupid, it was in a shelter, you don’t pay for things in a shelter. I went back to passing out the lunches.
A long time had passed and it became more and more friendly with me. I offered to call it’s parents for it. It wanted to go back home even though it’s Mother said those things to it. Apparently it’s better to be ignored then be on the streets. Whatever, I don’t care.
I had my cell phone back home so I told it that either I could run back and get it or it would have to wait until the next day. It looked like it was going to cry, so I said, “Come on.” The more it talked the more irritated I became. You know what? Fuck it. No wonder the Mother said that shit, it wouldn’t shut up, not even for a god damned second. A change in plans occurred. I took it to a hotel telling it that I rented a suite because it was cheaper than paying regular rent. We went up the stairs to the top floor. I told it I had forgotten my key that I would be right back.
I walked back down to the desk, showed a little bit of tit to the guy behind the check in and he gave me the key to my room which I had lost. I told her to open the door to the balcony, as she did so I just rushed her and ‘accidentally’ pushed her over the edge. Ooops. At least it’s quiet now.
Housekeeping
There is nothing better than a week away. Check into a nice Hotel, have room service, get your bed made every day by house keeping. What could be better? I’ll tell you what. Having a sick fuck of a friend accompany you on your trip, that’s what. Him and I had a great time, we played so many “What If” games while we were people watching. Some of the things he comes up with are amazing.
Our last morning there we had a brand new housekeeper. When I say brand new I mean brand new to the job. She knocked on the door and we let her in. We were packing up our stuff so that we could check out in a hour. She was in the bathroom cleaning. I was putting my clothing into the suitcase when I saw that my friend was standing outside the bathroom door watching the woman clean. He looked at me and winked then put his finger to his lips to indicate that I should be quiet.
I shook my head no, but he just winked and grinned at me again. I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. He took a couple steps into the bathroom, then I heard her muffled scream. I rolled my eyes. He came out with her flung over his one shoulder, she was kicking and punching him in the back. He tossed her onto the bed. Seems he had stuffed a wash cloth into her mouth.
He laid on top of her, lifting up her blue uniform while he undid his pants. A couple seconds later he was fucking her. I asked him if he was done, he told me that he was just beginning. This was going to take all fucking day, and I wanted to leave. He pulled out of her and sat by her side. She just looked at me and I just looked back and went back to packing. She sat up and bolted toward the door. He reached out and grabbed her by her hair then smashed her face against the corner of the wall. Jesus Christ, why couldn’t he just go for one damn week without getting me mixed up into this shit?
Now, we are at a gas station, he is filling up the tank and there is banging coming from the trunk. He says she is our souvenir. He has plans to make her into his very own housekeeper. I am not sure how long that will last, play things never last long with him. I am pretty sure that when we get home I will get a call from him asking for help getting rid of her. I guess my vacation is officially over.