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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. 

Would You Rather Be Eaten Alive or Eat Someone Alive?

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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…

They Call Me Fuck Pig

You came into the dungeon, and you had that crazy look in your eyes. You started yelling about how you have too many of us bitches, and that we are so worthless you can no longer even tell us apart. WI knew you were doped out of your mind, and thats when you are at your most dangerous. You declared that you were going to give us each a name, and that we would “wear” our name from now on. I had no idea what you meant, our heads were always spinning from starvation and the drugs you kept us on to keep us in place.

I watched as you took a bucket from the shelf, and grabbed one of the girls from her cage. She couldn’t scream of course, she had no tongue, but she began to cry and tremble. You held her abdomen ober the bucket and slit her side wide open.  The contents of her colon – a mix of liquid and shit – poured into the bucket. She fell limp to the dirt floor, dead instantly. You laughed and said her name was “Ink”. All us girls began cowering to the backs of our cages, not sure what the hell you were doing.

You took another girl out, a tiny blonde with huge tits. You dragged her to the table where your knoves were, and sliced off each of her tits, leaving gaping holes of gushing blood. She screamed in horror as she was bleeding out, and you dragged her convulsing body over to the bucket where you used your fingers to take the shit out of the bucket and use it to write “TITLESS WONDER” across her back as she lay on the floor. Then your gaze turned towards me.

My stomach sank as you approached my cage and dragged me out. I had no strength to fight you, and you pulled me to the bucket by my hair. I kneeled next to the bucket, and you reached in and drew out a handful of stinking shit. You wrote “FUCK PIG” across my naked breasts, and grinned crazily down at your artwork. Then you bent me over onto all fours, reached your fingers over my head and up my nostrils as you shoved your cock in my ass. You pounded my tight ass so hard that you ripped my nose right off my face….

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.

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.