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A Clove and Goblet of Blood

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Enjoying the moonlit night sitting outside the Goth Club toking away. Sitting to my right is the hot piece of snatch I lured in. We got her so plastered and for my own pleasure I pulled out my Dior compact mirror, my mini blade and a baggy of the finest white powder. I handed her a small straw after I did a line. She snorted that shit up and her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. I walked her outside where we sat behind the warehouse that housed the club, on a back stoop. 

So here I sit with my prey as she lays back I text my boy toy to come out. He finds us in the back and is carrying his coffin box, all dressed to kill *wink*. Smiling as he sits down he opens the latches and pulls out a surgical pack with a needle and tubes. He starts taking her blood, she had some great veins, all the better for bloodletting. As I watch the dark read fluid flow in vial after vial. The trickle starts slowing so he slips the needle out and we in turn replace the needle with one full of smack. Plunging the smack in her arm she starts foaming at the mouth. We leave her there, and depart.

We return to the club and go in the back fetish room with our favorite barkeep. The fetish room is closed tonight as it’s just a Goth EBM night so no shows. With the pulsating tunes of Rosetta Stones’ “Adrenalin” playing we laugh as I sit between the guys and open a nicely aged bottle of Vampyr wine. I got this bottle at a special party at Anne Rice’s place. I pour us a glass each and Paul pulls out the three vials collected earlier and we empty the contents in our glasses. “To the Life Force” we toast. Sipping the exquisite concoction and snorting a couple lines we are feeling good. 

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There is one more vial of my preys blood left and I strip down to my silk and lace bra, and black silk thongs as Paul drips the blood between my breasts and both guys lick it up as I push Adrian’s head down…

After a little indulgence of flesh and blood between us we decide to sneak out back. There she still lay, her lips are blue, and her eyes all the way back, her milky white flesh calling to us.I absolutely love using my strap-on on a fine stiff…

Indulgence builds up the purest kink within me.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra and Pandora: Just a Piece of Meat

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It was a dark and dreary night. My car broke down on the side of the road and I started walking along the highway. It was raining and I was cold, so I broke my rule of never taking rides from strangers. But it was an older man, his wife and their college age daughters.  They introduced themselves as Rick and Pandora Martin. I was a bit desperate so I got in the back. They said they would drive me to their house so I could call AAA and wait out the storm. They lived just around the corner. Safe enough. So I thought.

Pandora pours me a drink and then excuses herself to freshen up. I’m left in the living room with Rick and their daughters. Before long, I am feeling woozy. Pandora comes out and I can see she looks very different, but my eyes are starting to blur. What did I drink. She is tall, thin, beautiful, goth like in red. Not at all the housewife she was  in the car. She comes over to me, kisses me, puts her finger under my chin and coyly inquires, “How are you feeling dear. You look  sleepy.”  The daughters are giggling like they know something is up and at that moment, a pit forms in my belly. I’m in danger, but from what exactly, I could never have fathomed.

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Rick starts pinching my arms and my thighs and my ass. Although starting to slur my words, I try to say, “Stop it, I am not a piece of meat.” I hear Pandora utter coolly, “But you are Cassandra, you are.” More giggling from the daughters.  It becomes obvious I have been drugged. I try to stand up, but fall to the ground. I hear all sorts of noises, laughter and Pandora and Rick talking, but I can’t really make anything out. I try to plead with them, but I am sure my speech is incoherent  at this point.

Next thing I know, Rick is dragging me downstairs. I am being pulled down the stairs by my long blonde hair like a side of beef. The evil daughters are laughing as they follow behind me. One of them says to me, “This is how we tenderize the meat first.” What? Clearly in my drug induced state I did not hear that correctly. Was this a nightmare? Suddenly, I was propped up in some chair, the girls were binding my hands and my feet. Still sluggish I tried to ask what the fuck was going on? I looked over and on this metal table used for food preparation in restaurant kitchens, was Pandora writhing around like a cat in heat. All of sudden she is masturbating, and cumming wildly in front of me and her hubby and 2 demented daughters.

At this point, I am becoming more lucid, so I try to ask what is going on. Have I been kidnapped by The Devil’s Rejects? They just act like I am not there.  Rick is now fucking Pandora on that metal table and the sisters from hell come over and start taunting me.  They are saying how delicious I look, and that I better prepare myself for dinner, which is followed my an evil high pitched laugh. Then I see the life size rotisserie rod, and a big vat of chopped veggies. This couldn’t be. They couldn’t be modern day cannibals could they?

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Pandora sees the horror and fear in my yes, comes over and says, “Rick, honey, I think our dinner guest gets it now.” I am not only the guest, but I am the main fucking course. Pandora and her daughters pull me up on that metal slab and begin putting all sorts of seasonings on me. One evil bitch girl shoves an apple in my mouth and tells me to oink like the pig I am.  I close my eyes tight thinking I can wake myself up out of this nightmare. But when I open them, I see Rick, with a big two pronged fork. I start to wiggle and squirm in an attempt to break free, but Rick just jabs me with that sharp utensil  all over my body. My body is marred by little holes. Holes now leaking blood. The girls rush over an start licking the blood slowly seeping out of me. Pandora yells at them, “Don’t ruin your dinner angels.”

I have a huge apple in my mouth, my skin is riddled with puncture wounds,  my hands and feet are bound and I am covered in some sort of sweet sticky juice. I’ve been marinated and informed it is to make my skin crackle. At the moment I begin to cry hysterically, Pandora says to me, “There there sweet girl. No need to cry. You are about to do something totally selfish for others. You are going to provide my family with some much needed sustenance.” She snaps her fingers, and her girls tie me to a stick, while Rick shoves my body into the big rotisserie cage. I start praying. I can’t believe this is how my life is gonna end. It can’t end this way.

Rich and one of the girls lifts the cage from one end, while Pandora and the other daughter  grabs the other end and they begin to carry me outside. I see the fire pit. I am hanging upside down, in fear and pain as they hoist this device I am in up on to two stakes. Pandora looks at me with her cold dead eyes, lights a match, licks her lips and tosses the match onto the fire pit. I can feel the flames starting to heat my flesh; I can smell the sweet and pungent mix of flesh and Hawaiian marinade; and I can see my world fading fast before me. And, I can feel the horrible pain of having an electric rod thrust through my body.

My flesh is charring fast, the pain imaginable. I’m laying over the heat, being turned by the daughters.  I can hear my skin crackling, melting, singing, falling off my bones…The last thing I hear is Pandora’s declaration, “You are just a piece of meat young lady, and we plan to eat you as such.”

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Broken Wings

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One night, I heard my nieces whispering; they were talking about the new pastor at the church that I hadn’t attended since I was younger then them.  Curious, I leaned in and listened.  One whispered that she’d heard the pastor had been having “relations” with some of the choir boys and girls.  Another one whispered that she’d seen pictures by accident; he had showed them to her, but she had ran out of the room before he could touch her.  Infuriated, I decided to take a trip down to the church.  Candles were lit and lights were on in the study, so I was sure the pastor was there.  My heavy heels clicked against the thin carpet as a young, blonde man emerged from the study.  When I told him that I was looking for the pastor, he surprised me by informing me that I was looking at him.  He was so young, younger than I can ever remember seeing a pastor.  I could see how some of his young flock may be attracted to the smooth-talking, baby-faced young man; but he didn’t fool me.  I knew that my nieces would never lie about those things that I heard them speaking about.

He looked me up and down, and I could see a little disappointment in his face.  “Usually, the young girls and boys hang out here at night.  I like to keep them out of trouble,” he said.  I replied, “I bet.”  I looked around his office while he sat in his expensive leather chair an impatiently waited for me to explain why I was there.  I wasn’t in a rush since I had locked the church door behind me; but, I did find it odd that all of his pictures were of young people and himself.  Fuming, thinking that one of those young faces could have been my niece, I wrapped a chord around his wrists.  I pressed my spiked heel to his rotatory cuff and twisted his arms out of their sockets.  He screamed, but not to my satisfaction.  I took the envelope opener from his desk and began sawing off his trimmed pecker.  It took sweat and muscle, but it was an enjoyable feat.  Then, I drug him to the alter, where there were a few feathered harnesses laying by the stage.  “They’re my little angels.  You don’t understand.”  I told him that I did and kicked the bloody mass between his legs until he was sitting beneath the table that held the offerings during service.  I carved “false prophet” on his chest.  I blindfolded him and told him that I sparing the looks of horror from those that found him; but, I wanted him to acutely hear their screams.

I wasn’t sure that night if he lived or not; but, he did.  A couple of months later, though, he was back in the newspapers: this time he was found with his throat slit over the chalice bowl.  It seemed that someone else didn’t like what he was doing, either.  But, it also seemed more personal: there was a crucifix shoved up his urethra, what was left of that dick that he’d loved using so much.

Gothic Teen Torture

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Goth teenagers are always hanging around the downtown area, where I like to stroll at night.  As I sat on a park bench and watched the annoying joking of young imbeciles, one stood out in particular.  She looked a little older than the others, but she carried herself far worse…all hunched over.  I squinted into the dark and saw the culprit of her odd gait: a cane.  It wasn’t for appearances; rather, she shifted her weight on it for support in order to walk.  I became intrigued by her and decided that I’d come back another night to learn more about her.  To my surprise, when I returned the next night, she was sitting on my bench, beneath the shadows of the trees.  She wasn’t ugly, but I could definitely tell now that she was a teenager, despite looking older than the others.  When she spoke, she was articulate, the only indications of her youth were some words, such as “like” and “omg.”  I’ve never understood why people want to talk in text code as if they are some kind of computer.

She told me this sad tale of her life; and, I actually listened because it wasn’t what I was expecting.  She had been beaten, molested, and scarred by her father since she was very young.  She still lived with him when she couldn’t find enough food on the streets.  With unusual clarity for such a young person, she told me that she wanted to die…but that she wanted to die the same way that she had lived: by torture.  It was an unusual request, but she was emphatic.  Without much thought, I followed her to a nearby graveyard, where she had set up several butcher knives and a makeshift alter.  “Take all of my power away,” she said.  Instinctively, I picked up her cane and began whipping her with it.  I told her what a horrible daughter and disgrace that she was; she added her own insults and prostrated herself on the makeshift alter that was really just a large, jagged stone.  I raised one butcher knife at a time, leveled it in her face, and struck her with it; She was pinned to the rock like the injured animal that she was.  I took her wooden cane, broke it in half, and shoved it through her heart.  Her last gasps were gurgles; and, as the blood rolled between her lips, I noticed glistening tears coating the dark black makeup that surrounded her eyes.  It was beautiful and haunting.  I’m sure that she was proud.

Geneva’s Adventure in ” Vore”derland

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Awakening after a dream that seemed so real I was parched and sweating. I start moving and realize I am really small. My nightstand is huge and I could drown in the water glass I was grabbing for. But, wait there’s a vial of liquid that said drink me on it. The Vial wasn’t really tiny like me but it wasn’t huge like everything else around me. Using both hands I get a hold of it and start drinking, it’s creamy, thick a touch salty with a sweet undertone.  As it slides down my throat I start getting bigger.

In minutes I become huge bursting out the roof of my house. I step out of the rubble and see the guy that was chasing me in what I thought was a dream – and he was a giant – was now only a foot tall to my 30 foot tall form. I pick this little man that tried eating me and put him in my mouth. I swallow the little man and start shrinking again. I’m now 15 feet tall and have a belly where this little man is inside. The realization just hit me that the “potion” I drank was his cum. He wanted to eat me and he was so turned on by over powering me that  he shot his load in a glass vial with plans on using it to wash me down once he caught me.

The tables were turned and the little man and his cum were inside me. I start feeling bloated and burp, and before I realize what was happening the little man is growing inside me and  feel him falling out of my pussy. As he drops out of me I feel myself shrinking some more, and he continues to grow. I start trying to run away as he becomes 12 feet tall and I’m down to four feet tall, and shrinking. Trying to run as he is trying to stomp on me.

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He catches me and picks me up he puts me inside his mouth and swallows me. I fall down his throat and tumble into his stomach. I can feel his belly move sloshing me around as he laughs. “My little princess I have you at last, you are now part of me” he bellows. I try figuring out how to get out of him and as he drinks something it starts drowning me. I’m stuck in his stomach and the water is rising. I beat at his stomach walls screaming to let me out. All I hear is him laughing and I hear what sounds like he is slapping skin. Oh dear I think he is jerking off and it’s all to do with me!!! He keeps muttering  “Geneva” in a very disturbing way as he slaps at his flesh. I surrender, Master has me in his own personal dungeon.

 

Bad Girl Home Invasion

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I woke up in the middle of the night with tight lungs feeling desperate for air. When I completely came to I realized it was a man. He was choking me telling me to shut the fuck up and that I better not scream. I knew I had to listen to his every command or else I was done for. He threw me off the bed onto the floor and demanded I take my clothes off. I was trying to strip for him but it wasn’t enough for him. I was so afraid and all I wanted was for my master to see me naked. I didn’t know who he was or how he got in here. I refused to take my nighties off for this sicko but that made him even more aroused and impatient. I could see his cock getting harder as I sobbed and begged but he beat me until I agreed to do as he told. I took of my night gown and opened my legs. He loved the sight and smell of my warm nigger cunt. He flipped me over and told me I was going to pay for making him wait and being a “bad girl”. I tried to get away. I didn’t want another cock inside of me besides Master’s! He yanked me by my waist really hard and forced and arc in my back. Then, he rammed his huge dick inside of me. I screamed from the pain of how big it was. His cock was so much larger than master’s that I couldn’t even take it all. He fucked me from the back so hard and rough that it was affecting the sound of my sobs. I wish he would’ve just killed me last night. When I heard him grunt, “I’m bouta cum” I was relieved until I felt the burning pain of my asshole being ripped open. I thought his cock in my pussy was shitty but his elephant dick in my ass was WAY worse. I screamed so loud that it made his shoot off instantly. I felt him pump what seemed like gallons of cum into my shithole. I have problems sleeping at night now. I don’t want that man to come into my home and hurt me like that again but I can’t even tell master so he can protect me. If he knew another man was inside of me he would hurt me even more than that man did.

End Your Voyeurism Tonight

That feeling that you are watching me. Waiting for me to be alone, if only for a moment. Your disgusting mind already ripping my young body to shreds. You are everywhere. I am terrified. Terror makes my pussy drip for you. I get chills thinking about the day when you will finally make your move. I’ve seen you in the window watching me. At the park following me. After school, watching me from the car in the street.

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Your crooked smile is so evil. I can feel your stare setting my crotch on fire. I know you have photos of me. I know you jerk your cock in the cool darkness of your basement as you develop my photos. You run your fingers across the pictures, imagining ripping them into my skin and tearing me apart. I am your obsession. Your mission. You will have all of me.

I saw you today, in the bushes. Your binoculars following my every move. I went home, and you followed. I laid in my bed naked with the curtains open and I knew you were watching. I spread my legs towards the window so that you could get your photos. I know you stroked your cock as you watched me stroke my clit through your lenses. What do I have to do to stir that wicked monster trapped inside your soul? I am all alone. My cunt aches for the pain that only you can inflict on me.

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Come and take me. All of me.  Destroy my life, my body, my soul. Take over my mind and make me beg. I want to be your dirty fuck toy, and then I want you to make me regret it. I want you to make me pay the ultimate price. Adjust your binoculars, Master, this slave wants you to see every inch of what is waiting for you. Take your voyeurism to the next level, and make those pictures come to life. And then death….

A Voyeur in My Cage

My heart flutters as you place her on the table. I am watching from my cage in your underground dungeon. The chain around my neck is tight, but I pull even closer  to the cage to be able to watch. You taught me the fun in voyeurism. I watch as you lay her out and tie her down. Her skin is so beautiful. I know you are about the change that.

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I watch as you sharpen your blades. You refuse to even acknowledge I am there, and I am silent in my cage. I ache with jealousy that she will get your attention tonight. She will get to feel your anger and your blades. I envy her tears, and I envy her horror. My pussy drip in my cage as I watch, waiting for first cut. Her eyes are wide, and she cannot scream since you cut her tongue out last night. Her face is a bloody mess compared to her perfectly naked body.

I writhe inside my cage, trapped by my chains. All I can do is watch as you begin to beat her with the knife in your hand. Such fury and hatred inside of you.  You’re a true monster and you slice her with such verocity, that I begin to shed tears of admiration.  She is fighting as hard as she can, but the ropes hold her under your control. Blood everywhere, no mercy, just slice after slice as you scream at her and tell her she is a worthless whore.

She finally stops fighting, and her body begins to convulse as she nears death. I am so jealous, I want that feeling so bad. But you continue to just make me watch. To make me want it. I know the more I beg the more you make me wait. When will it be my turn? Until then, I am trapped. A pathetic animal in a cage watching as the other whores are slaughtered. A pathetic voyeur, envious of everything I see.

Reagan Your Maiden of Malice

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I have this fucking creepy ass song stuck in my head, I tried to make sense of it. But try as I might, it is still there, eating a hole in my head…

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganThere’s a girl across the street from me
I buried her son beneath a tree
I don’t know why she’s mad at me
He was stinking up my garage, you see

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We fell in love for a little while
He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
So I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
Taboo Phone Sex ReaganBut why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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Forgive me Father for my fashion crime
Your skin is so nice I’ll use yours next time

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
But why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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I would like to give credit for the song “Be My Friend”, Artist:  One Eyed Doll. The song was released on December 25th, 2013 by Nebulost Records on the Album “Monster”. I retrieved the song lyrics on August 11, 2014 from the website: https://genius.com/

Watching Is Fun

torture phonesex angieI watched as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the toilet, flushing it. She was fighting to breath and he was not having any of it. But when she started to pass out he pulled her up and punched her full force in the face. As the blood flew from her face, the cum gushed out of my cunt. He was just getting started. Carving his name into her flesh, shoving anything he could get his hands on into what ever part of her was close at the time. Violating her tender little body in ways she couldn’t even imagine in her darkest nightmares. Soon she wasn’t even able to scream and her eyes were glassy and distant. She had shut down. I poured a nice big pitcher of ice cold water on her to bring her back long enough for her to feel the final moments of her pitiful life. I love watching him frenzied and out of control, causing as much pain as he can.