The smell of the whiskey on his breath stung my nose. He smells like a mix of beer, whiskey, garlic and body odor. He has been drinking since he got home from work and now his attention is on me. He call me his sweet angle and said he wanted to show me something. His grin made my skin crawl but to avoid a fight with my daddy I went to him. I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer. His blood shot green eyes were filled with his sick fantasies. There on the computer was a video of two .. two monsters.. He laughed because I got scared.. He grabbed my pony tail and made me watch the amputee mutant people fisting each other and ripping each other apart. Daddy said this was his dream for me. To be tortured, ripped apart and made into a freak. He pulled his cock out and ripped my head down to his smelly cock.. He throat fucked me while he shoved his whiskey bottle into my pussy.. He clinched his teeth as he fucked me in the pussy with the bottle.. “That’s how it would feel if that bitch with peg legs would fuck your dirty worthless pussy.” He blew his nasty rotten cum load down my throat and passed out while he was still in my mouth.
Category: Sadistic phone sex
Don’t ask for it if you don’t want it!
Seriously boys, if you don’t really want it… don’t fucking ask me for it! This pathetic little pain slut had been begging me for MONTHS to cut off his fucking legs, he said that he didn’t want them, that he was meant to be a fucking cripple. I kept telling him no no no, you will regret this, the pain will be too much for you, there is no way you could handle it. But nooooooo, this little fucking bitch boy just HAD to have it done and he wouldn’t stop whining about it every fucking day! So I said fuck it! I grabbed that little fucking psycho and strapped him to my table. His dick was hard and he was so excited… until I started cutting through his leg that is. That is when he started screaming and begging me to stop. He said the pain was too much for him to bear but that was just too fucking bad for him because there was no fucking way that I was going to stop now! I told him, this is what you wanted remember?? I knew that it was going to go like this and that is why I said no, now you are going to have to fucking deal with it! I kept on sawing until both his fucking legs were cut the fuck off and then I had my doctor slave stitch his sorry ass up. The moral of the story is listen to your fucking Mistress because she knows better than you do!
No Independence For A Pain Whore
It is still early on 4th of July, yet my body is already bruised and battered. Daddy had told me to wait by the pool, naked. I sat waiting, unsure of what I was waiting for, but knowing I had best wait as I was told. The concrete was hot to my naked bottom, yet I continued to sit, even as it burned my flesh. Soon. I was joined at poolside by a man I had never seen. He presented his cock to my mouth without saying a word. Knowing what was expected, I opened wide and accepted his invasion into my mouth. He started gagging me right away, forcing his cock right down my throat. As I gagged and tried to get air down my full throat, two more men joined him. They took turns fucking me brutally in my throat, pussy, and ass. I was put on my knees, on my back, and flat on my belly. Before they finished, there was not a spot on my body that was not burned from the concrete, When they finished using my little body, one of them, roughly tossed me into the pool. I was so weak, it took all of my energy to struggle to get back to the side. I thought I would drown before I made it out of the pool, but finally I made it to my destination. I sat back in the same place Daddy had told me to previously. I assumed he would soon join me and use my dirty body now that the men had finished with me. I turned toward the sound of footsteps and saw 5 more men walking in my direction, with cocks hanging. My already sore body is once again used with no regard for my feelings.
It may be Independence Day in the USA, but I am nothing but a slave to my Daddy and a cock whore to whoever he wished me to be. There is no such thing as Independence when you are a trashy worthless slut.
The Rockets Red Glare
It’s the fourth of July. Everyone I know wants to go see the damned fireworks show.
Fuck that I am going to make my own fireworks show.
An evil, sadistic, twisted, wicked show just for me.
The main event is sedated and bound in the guest bedroom.
I have bought all the explosives I need to light up the night sky and make me ooo and ahhh at the sight and sound of it all.
Sitting here with a slippery wet cunt and a tingle in my stomach because waiting is the hardest part.
As the sun is begins to set and I go outside to start setting everything up. Just as I start to think that he should be waking up soon , I hear him start to moan through the bed room window. his moans soon become screams as he realizes his plight.
Pulling him into the center of the yard I cut all the clothes off of him. I open the sparklers and begin sharpening the little metal sticks so that I can push them into his body before lighting them.
Surveying my handy work I am very pleased with the way he looks. Almost like a porcupine. Small trails of blood running down his flesh. Lighting all the sparklers I release him from the chain and watch as he runs, screaming as the little sparks burn his flesh.
I thought he would stop drop and roll and ruin it for me but he didn’t.
Next I begin to tape the good stuff to his body with duct tape, Roman candles taped to his sides, Cakes taped to his chest and forehead and bottle rockets inserted in his penis and mouth.
As soon as they are all lite I step back and watch, his screams making me wetter then hell, knowing that the site of his chard and disfigured body as he takes his last breath will make me cum hard.
Curiosity Killed The Cat
It was a great costume party all though not the time of year for one. Drinks were flowing, drugs were being passed around and no one knew who any one was in their costumes. Standing in the corner watching as everyone mingled, my eyes caught a young man in a black Zorro type mask. the look in his eyes were so familiar. Not like I recognized who he was. but like I recognized the look of the hunt. He was watching a young girl in the corner like a car watching it’s prey while crouched in the grass before it pounces. I could feel the thrill rising in my crotch because I knew what he was doing. he stalked her for hours before going outside for what I assumed was a bit of fresh air. When he returned he approached her and I saw him pull something from his pant’s pocket. A bit of talk between them and she was following him out the door. I watched them walk towards a car that wasn’t parked far from mine. He opened the trunk, I saw him lift his arm and come down as she slumped to the ground. He hit her with something knocking her out. As he lifted her off the ground and into his trunk, I slipped behind the wheel of my car. I followed from a safe distance to a patch of woods off a highway. I watched him hand cuff her hands behind her back and kiss her limp body while caressing her legs and lifting her skirt. Finally it appeared that she was coming to. I saw the glint of the blade and thought he would kill her and I would get no further thrill. But instead he used the knife to cut her clothes off her body before he fucked her as she fought helplessly. I could see him fucking her faster and faster before he wrapped his hands around her neck. He knew just what he was doing, choking her slowly as he drew his orgasm out for as long as he could. He was slumped over her, exhausted from the ordeal and she was slumped lifeless under him when I felt the hot cum dripping down my legs.
Snuff Porn Can Be So Real When a Dream
Fuck! Barely able to believe I was only dreaming that whole snuff porn ordeal as I awaken in my safe, and secure bed.
Somehow I ended up in an abandoned hospital restrained on an examination table but besides the obvious restraints I felt my whole body was a dead weight that could not be moved.
Panicking I was fighting for breathe but chest felt heavy…. I then noticed I was being disemboweled while being penetrated like bad rape phone sex fantasies where they pull out and shoot all over my tits or face.
Leaving my body I would look down and watch as this man in a leather butchers apron with a bulging massive prick that would rip my cunt and ass open. He would be penetrating me and making surgical incisions and remove my organs as he reaches orgasm. He would thrust in deep and yank out to explode as he held my kidney in his hands.
Awaking I grab at my side and look down…. I’m beginning to think I didn’t make it.
Domination Phone Sex: Forced Intoxication
Domination phone sex is what I want. Sometimes, however, I need to be careful what I ask for because domination comes in all sorts of forms. When I told Max I was a good submissive whore who did whatever she was told, I didn’t think he would make be drink so much. He loves force intoxicating girls. Getting them fall down drunk. All I had in my house was a bottle of Tennessee piss water, some pot and a small bag of coke. That was enough party supplies for me. The Jack Daniels was a gift. I’m a Kentucky bourbon girl. At first it started out as doing shots. A shot then a line and repeat. But he didn’t think I was getting drunk fast enough. I am a tall sturdy girl and a seasoned drinker. That means I can drink a lot, even more than most men. He changed up the game. I had to chug the bottle like it was water. I was gagging. Gulping as much of the whiskey as I could. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt dizzy and sick. I was slurring my words, stumbling. I tried to walk and fell over my couch. Face down in the carpet. I managed to still be talking somehow. I puked. My caller was getting off on that. I don’t remember everything, but I do remember him ordering me to lick my puke up off the carpet. I was so drunk I did it. I didn’t even fake it. I didn’t lick it all up, however, because I puked again. Passed out on my caller. Woke up this morning to an email praising my acting talents. Telling me it was the best and most realistic forced intoxication phone sex call he has ever had. I didn’t really realize I could fake it. I am a submissive whore. I do what I am told, no matter how humiliating and disgusting I find your request.
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Fetish
As I felt both cocks work in tandem, pushing themselves deeper and deeper inside my holes, I only wished I had another forcing its way into my mouth. The thought of being a 3 hole fuckdoll for my Master and his friends made me feel like an utter slut, and that was something I craved so bad. I was desperate to have multiple cocks stretch and tear all of my holes, treating me in the manner of a ragdoll with no say in what happens to her. And as I felt a load of cum fill my cunt, and then my ass, I did what any good whore would do and sucked both men clean, before licking up all the mess I’d made. This is my addiction. Gangbang Rape Porn. It’s the only thing that gets me going! Daddy walked in on me watching my biggest fetish and was happy to make it happen – and we all I know I wanted it.
Drugs and aliens make for evil sex.
I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or if I was really abducted by aliens last night. I remember picking up a john and going for a ride in his car. It was supposed to be a simple blowjob in exchange for a little coke. But the next thing I knew we were driving into some woods. He pulled me out of the car and punched me in the face. “Filthy druggie whore. Your ruined my life. My wife left me because of a whore like you.” He kicked me hard in the ribs, breaking them, driving a shard of bone right into my lungs. I began to gurgle as the blood replaced air. He pulled me up by my hair and smashed a handful of coke into my face. forcing me to inhale it. He pulled out his cock and rammed it into my mouth, which was filled with drugs and blood. He came within seconds, aroused by beating me. “Die of an overdose with cum in your mouth, you tramp.” he screamed. Darkness took me.
I woke as I felt a searing pain. My scream was cut short by a blow from an alien creature. He yanked me to my knees and I felt his probing beastly cock move over my body. He found my pussy and burrowed deep into it. It felt like a million razor blades and I screamed as my pussy became wetter than ever before. The creature grunted and moaned, filling me with cum that was like battery acid. My drug induced euphoria made me scream with my own orgasm.
I opened my eyes. I was lying in leaves and dirt. I slowly pulled myself upright. Had I really been fucked by an alien? Or was it just the drug overdose and the blows to my head? I reached down to touch my sore pussy and looked at my hand. It was covered with a slimy green ooze.
Torture Sex with Dirty Needles for a Teen Dream
Torture sex is so much fun. I picked up a hot teen slut at the mall over the weekend. She was the antithesis of me. Clean cut, fresh faced, self entitled and not a tattoo or piercing on her. High school cheerleader type. Daddy’s little angel. Mean girl who thinks girls like me are what’s wrong with society. I decided to dirty her up a bit. I spiked her fancy frappuccino drink. She woke up naked in my basement chained to a pole. I had an array of things to torture her with, including dirty hypodermic needles I gathered from the neighborhood junkie hang out. When she woke up she immediately had attitude. I was doing Taylor Swift a solid by inflicting some pain. This teen dream needed to experience a teen nightmare to have a better appreciation for others. I started sewing her virginal cunt shut with dirty junkie needles. She was screaming like a banshee. No pain no life experience. No appreciation for others. She needed a nasty infection and some pain to teach her not to be such a little twat. I shoved a bunch on dirty needles in her cunt then sewed her pussy shut with needles. I love piercing the flesh of young girls. Their blood is cherry red. Their screams are like angels singing to me. Her pussy was swelling up as I pierced her pussy. I could smell the infection. Have you ever seen a blue waffle? It is disgusting, even for me. But that is what I was turning her perfect pussy into: a diseased, infected blue waffle. Gangrene of the twat. Just so the whore would remember me better, I tattooed my name in her chest. Now she was a good dirty whore. Now she had something to be a bitch about. I told her if she ever told anyone what I had done to her, I would kill her but not until I made her watch me kill her perfect family. I think she knew that if a sadistic bitch could ruin her pussy, I could just as easily ruin her life.