When I see you torture another girl now I just get jealous. Can you believe that?! I never thought I would enjoy the pain as much you said I would. Watching you torture that girl was still a little fun, but I just wished it was me the entire time. Hearing the loud cracks of your whip and seeing her blood run down her body really got me going though.
As much as I tried to resist I couldn’t ignore my aching clit. If you caught me I knew I’d be punished, that’s probably why I didn’t try very hard to hide what I was up to. It wasn’t a surprise when you caught me, to be honest it’s what I wanted. You saw me there, kneeling on the floor rubbing my swollen clit. I didn’t even get a chance to make up an excuse before you slapped me across the face. You were so angry that you continued to beat on me, not knowing that it makes me cum. Those screams weren’t just from pain! even when I was spitting my blood out of my own mouth I loved every minute of it…
Every night I crave more pain and fantasize about the most severe beating. Sometimes I think about you cutting me into little pieces, slowly killing me. That fantasy makes me cum right away, I feel so dirty afterward. I’m a little afraid of how far I will go to feel more pain. I want to beg you for it, I’m so tired of denying how much I love it.
Category: Taboo phone sex
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Georgia
False Heaven
I watch you from the corner. Slowly drawing on my cigarette. I think you completely forgot I was there since you were so intent on finishing what you started. It was a slow build at first, I wasn’t even sure you would go through with it. You took a long time just sitting in the metal chair staring into your hands. I finally had to tell you it is either now or never. You stood up and removed your clothing. I took your hand and lead you down the hall. Before I opened the door you hesitated. You started to say, “What if…: I placed a finger on your lips to silence you while giving you a smile. I told you that there was nothing to be frightened about. This is what you wanted, this is what you needed, this is what you have desired for so long. You nodded your head in agreement.
I pushed open the heavy door and stepped to the side. You looked at the pale thin girl on the mattress, she looked at you in return. She said, “Are you the one who is going to take me to see my Mommy?” I walked over and smoothed her hair down while telling her in a soothing voice that yes he was the one that was going to take you to see your Mommy. I told her to tell you where her mommy was. She looked up at you and said, “Heaven.”
I held out my hand to you and as you grasp it I held it tight, pulling you toward us. I released my grip and walked over and shut the door. You were beginning to get down onto your knees as the last of the light faded from the hallway. I walked across the room as you started to kiss her, she didn’t like it, you didn’t care.
You looked at me through the milky white light that was cascading into the room through the window next to me. I said, “Go on.” You pulled your arm back to deliver a hard slap to her flawless face. She screamed. You struck her again until the screaming stopped. I leaned back against the wall to light a cigarette, I watched as the tendrils of smoke lifted up into the darkness above.
I could tell you had entered her from her frantic pleading and crying. She kept telling you it hurt, this only made your hips thrust faster, pushing yourself into her further to the point where you could feel her cervix give way. You were at the point that you are now. Hands around her throat, her broken nails clawing desperately at your hands. It won’t be long now. I snub out the hot box of my cigarette with my high heel before walking behind you.
Her eyes are losing focus, your grip becoming tighter and tighter. I can see her mouth opening and closing like a mute person calling out for a savior that will never come. You reach orgasm just as her head rolls to the side. I put my hand on your back and ask you if that is what you wanted. You look up at me, sweat streaming down your face to say that you were surprised that I told her that you would take her to see her Mommy in Heaven and that she stayed in the room without trying to get away. You also stated that you were surprised you actually went that way with it as you only wanted to feel what a tight pussy would be like.
Before stepping out of the door into the dimly lit hallway I turned to you, smiling I said, “Oh that. Heaven is the name of the bar her Mother is drinking at tonight, certainly it is not my fault you thought she meant the other Heaven.” I see the look on your face and I laugh as I leave you to your guilt.
A Surprise Gift
He walked in with a huge smile on his face. I knew he had done something. He held up his hands and they were completely clean. I was shocked, I have never seen him smile like this without there being some sort of Sadistic Act making him do so. He sat down on my bed and tossed some panties at me. They were so frilly, I almost laughed. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this. It is true that I have sexy lingerie, but nothing like this. This was up and up girlie attire. I looked at them for a bit, then at him. He tried to act innocent saying, “WHAT?”, but that smile was still playing on his lips. I then thought he was just joking around with me so I started to joke back with him. I played with the panties a bit then I just tossed them back to them. I said, “Please get rid of those things.”
He made a big deal out of stuffing him back into his pocket while he acted sad that I didn’t want them. I asked him why he was acting so weird. He said, “Maybe if you don’t want the panties, you might want what goes in them.” He got up and walked out of the bedroom. I KNEW IT! He had done something.
He backed into the bedroom tugging on a heavy rug. I asked him what he was doing, his reply was that he was going to show me what goes in the panties. He pulled the rug over and unfolded it. It took a minute for my brain to register what I was seeing. There on the rug was one of the most messed up individuals I have ever seen in my life. The breasts had been removed, one of the legs was torn away at the knee cap, and when it opened it’s mouth I could see the tongue was gone. All the hair had been removed from it’s head. I mean this was a bit shocking, even to me. He said, “Go on, give it a little smooch.” I laughed and said, “No thanks.” He said, “Awww come on, at least blow it a kiss.”
I laughed and blew the thing a kiss. “Who is that? Or was that rather?” I asked him. He said, “Does it matter?” I laughed again and said, “No.” He said, “I haven’t shown you the best part yet.” He reached down, the thing started to make noise and try to wiggle away, he kicked it in it’s head. It immediately stopped moving. It wasn’t knocked out because I could see it follow his movement with it’s eyes. He reached down again and pulled the rug completely away from it’s body, then grabbed the one ankle that was left and raised it up and back.
I immediately started to laugh hard. I looked up at him and he said, “Go on.” I placed my hand on the ankle that was sticking out of this thing’s ass and pushed on it. It let out a scream, so I pulled it out, then shoved it again. I could tell it was in a lot of pain, but his cock was getting hard. The more I fucked it’s ass with the detached limb, the harder he got. He said, “Guess what else is in there?” I knew right away that the other missing body parts were somehow shoved inside. He said, “I packed them in there with the leg.”
Both of us spent the next ten minutes or so just violating it’s ass with the limb, we were laughing and enjoying ourselves. Then he stopped and looked at me. I looked back at him. He asked me if I wanted to fuck, and by this time my pussy was in need of a good fucking. I moved back to where I was and started to take off the rest of my clothes. I didn’t have to tell him if it was a yes or a no, he could tell right away that the answer was a resounding yes.
Not Your Girls Next Door…..
Few folks get me, even fewer folks are part of my inner circle. The friends you had when you were younger played with dolls and action figures. I dismembered and disfigured them. You skipped stones in your local creek. I threw stones at my class mates heads. You pushed that cute little school girl you crushed on in the swing. I pushed her off the swing and shoved her lollipop up her ass. You wanted to be a doctor when you grew up. I dreamed of being a mortician. You went to church with your family, while I worshiped in the church of Satan. You went swimming in the local pool. I held you under the water and laughed as you struggled. You listened to Britney Spears and Bare Naked Ladies. I listened to Morbid Angel and Mayhem. You played Life and Sorry, while I was conjuring up evil spirits with my Ouija board. You cried at the Notebook. I got wet at the Hostel and Saw flicks. You wanted to be the next Bill Gates. I wanted to be the next Michael Myers. You loved your family. I murdered mine. You get the picture. I was and always will be a dark bitch.
That is why I love my job so much. I am among other dark bitches. Evil seductresses; dominate whores; blasphemous beauties; pain sluts; mutilation wenches; p mommies; willing victims; torture dolls; mayhem maidens; castration junkies; blood lovers; cannibal cunts; violent vixens; knife wielders; twisted teens….Girls like me cannot have an office job because we would cut a bitch at the water cooler. I am at home here with my fellow sadistic bitches. If you are reading my blogs, or on this site then you don’t like vanilla girls either. You need me or one of my fellow dark accomplices to help you come to terms with your evil thoughts; fulfill your sickest needs.
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Eyes Forced Open
Hello there little darling, I take it you are taking a short cut? Don’t you know that pretty things like you shouldn’t walk down alley ways like this in broad daylight, let alone this late at night. I am sure you have heard stories of what can happen in them. That’s right, pull your coat around you tighter and walk faster, surely nothing bad will happen if you do that. You do not have to worry about me, I’m perfectly safe. However, I’m not sure that the Gentleman whom is with me is. He noticed you as soon as you turned down this long dark alley. He saw how you kept looking over your shoulder and pulled your purse hard against your body.
He pulled on my hand and pointed to you. I knew right then from the smile on his face that he was thinking of having some fun. Not fun for you though, only fun for him and of course Me. As you passed us it was all I could do to keep him at bay until you walked a little further up into the darkness. The funny thing is that when you saw us you lowered your head never taking your eyes off of the ground before you. That was a huge mistake my dear.
If you had simply walked down this dirty, filthy, dimly lit path that you have chosen with your head held high and giving off the sense of confidence perhaps you wouldn’t be about to be in delicious pain.
I watch as he runs up behind you. Your scream is stifled by his strong hand against your mouth. He turns you around forcing you against the wall, pulling from you your coat. You try to fight but there is no use and for him…that is part of the fun. Your eyes are forced open as he plunges himself inside you. He is brutal, he is unrelenting and he is having the time of his life.
Snuff Porn with Blair
Do you like snuff porn? One of my Master’s does. In fact, he forced me to help him kidnap a young college girl. I actually knew her, which made it worse. Of course she willingly got in the van with me. I had her believing I had a job opportunity for her starring in an independent film. Said I had a friend who needed a young girl to act like she was being stalked in the woods. It was going to be a thriller movie and she had to be convincing as a scared girl. I took her to where she would meet her death. She was so innocent, so unsuspecting. Master put me in charge of holding the camera. He was going for the realism and hand held camera affect of the Blair Witch Project.
Once I introduced them, he let her run free in the woods. He acted like he was hunting her, but he was not acting. When he struck the first blow to her head, she screamed out my name. But I knew my place. I had to ignore her pleas for help, and let master torture her, force himself on her, and eventually kill her. She put up a fight. He beat her with a bat, strangled her with his hands, violated her holes with his cock and the bloody bat he bashed her head with. He eventually strung her up with a rope abd tied her to a tree branch until she died from strangulation. I filmed it all. The screams, the pleading, the gasping for air, the blood, the forced sex, the twitching in the air… every sick perverse moment I capture on film for Master to sell for profit. Snuff porn is a big money maker these days, and according to master the more real it looks the more money it brings. Nothing more real than dead.
Master saw my guilt as we buried her in a shallow grave. He was not happy that I showed remorse. This made him doubt my loyalty. He always tells me, no one ever misses a worthless cunt. Then he reminds me I am a worthless cunt. As we were walking back to the car, he whacked me hard over the head with the shovel we buried her with. I felt blood trickle down my face before I passed out. I woke up tied up in the back of the van. I heard him say I was gonna star in his next snuff porn.
She learned not to fuck with me
This girl really should have known better than to fuck with me, she even said herself that I was one scary chick, but that didn’t stop her from putting her mouth on my man’s dick and there was no way I was letting her get away with that! I followed her home, she lived all alone so I knew we would have all kinds of privacy there. She was startled when I walked up to her but not yet scared… not until I pulled out my knife and stuck it in her ribs and told her to let us in the house… then she was plenty scared! My friend and I took our time with the little whore, we made her suffer for hours before we finally killed her. Trust me, that fucking whore wasn’t recognizable by the time I was done cutting her up! She won’t be fucking with me anymore that’s for sure!
Ass Rape Porn with Cassandra: Wanna Play Russian Anal Roulette?
One of my Master’s is obsessed with my ass. He loves rough anal sex, anal torture and anal training. But now, he has decided to pimp my ass out to men for money. Let them stick whatever they want in my ass, no matter how big or dangerous so he can film it. There is a new genre of porn called ass rape porn, and I am his private model. I had to let several guys violate my ass yesterday while he got his jollies watching. One guy was one of the most sadistic fucks I have ever encountered. Fucked my ass with a gun. He called it Russian Anal Roulette. Every time he crammed that gun in my raw rosebud he pulled the trigger. I was crying and so scared. There was one bullet in the gun. He would fuck my ass hard for 5 minutes, pull the trigger, then pull the gun out, make me suck it clean, then spin the cylinder, cram it back in my ass and do it all over again. He did this 5 times. I am lucky, because certainly the 6th time would have snuffed my life out.
He was playing a game of chance with my life and Master let him. He fucked my ass so hard it prolapsed. Master thought this was great for ass rape porn. In fact after my harrowing game of Russian Anal Roulette, he made me fuck that sadistic fuck. Told me his cock could push my ass back inside where it belonged. More men came to fuck the anal whore. Baseball bats, cocks, a gun, dildos, fists, various foreign objects all violated my ass. By the time Master was done filming me being anally tortured, my asshole gaped open so wide you could see China.
I still cannot sit right. I feel like my asshole has been stretched beyond repair. It’s pretty much eviscerated. Bloody, swollen , raw and gaping open. As Master says, the perfect product of ass rape porn. He plans on violating my ass even more next time.
Watch Me Hunt
Watch Me Hunt
When you come home from work you find me in the kitchen laying out my tools…my cell phone, three chloroform soaked rags in plastic baggies, a couple roofies, an opaque sack bag, duct tape. “Hunting again? So soon? You just went last week.” I nod and give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I know but this is the best time of year. They are all out in masses and distracted. I’ll take a break after Christmas. Can you clean out cage 6 for me while I’m gone?”
You don’t usually try to stop me or disapprove of what I bring home to us; Young, pretty girls at the peak of their beauty and health for us to play with and discover the limits of our humanity with (spoiler alert, we don’t seem to have many limits). We have a few cages in the subbasement that you call “The Barn”, eight of them. Right now only five of those cages are occupied and by the end of this weekend we will only have three left. You don’t like it when we have too many girls, but I like having options. Some nights I feel like Asian, school girl, waitress, drunk data entry temp that got separated from the bachelorette party she was enjoying, ect. Before I leave I suggest you work on Girl 2, a cute whimpering nursing assistant that begs us to stop in the sweetest of voices, like a hurt little doll. She’s still has too much spirit and needs it broken, her meat has to be tenderized.
While you watch me get dressed in my hunting clothes; nice but non descriptive little black dress, blonde wig, stylish boots that I’ve had customized with a steel toe, and my “poison” ring with the powdered roofies, you get a loving and appreciative look in your eyes. “I would like to follow you one night. Watch you hunt. See how you do this.” I giggle and jump into your arms “Really? You want to watch me hunt? Stalk the hunter if you will?”
You walk me to my van, with tinted windows and built in hidden floor compartment large enough to hold three human beings. “So Girl 2, what should I do with her while you are gone?” you ask as I toss my duffle bag in the passenger seat. “Well if you don’t want to work on her tonight then can you make a few more accounts for me on Tinder so I can start prospecting,” I get in the van and start it up. “Actually I want you and I to both play with Girl 2 together when you get home and we prep the new girl you bring home. But I’ll give her a quick cleaning and feeding, and then tie her to the guest bed.” You give me one more kiss good bye and I head out. I’m so lucky to have a man like you support my hunting habits!
Tracy’s Quest.
Tracy came to me wanting to buy my clothes.
I giggled when he told me what size he was…
Dress size 14, Mine is a size 2.
He is 5’10” 188lbs!!
Such a fucking gross fatty!
He is now on a quest to fit into my clothes.
His first test is to be on a completely liquid diet until he loses 8.5 pounds.
He can do it, if he doesn’t want to be a gross fat fuck any more.
He has to send me pictures of himself on the scale.
He is starting off by purging all that he has eaten today. I want him to take laxatives and only have liquids.
If Tracy eats solid food before I tell him He will be punished.
His cock will be tortured and abused and he will be giving a enema until he is completely cleaned out.
He will be my pretty skinny princess.
Tracy, If You haven’t lost 8.5 pounds I will be very angry.
Your body will take the pain and I will have all the pleasure of beating the fat out of you.
I don’t want a fat slob trying to fit into my clothes.
I am no doctor, but I know how to make you skinny!
Please me Tracy and you will be as slim as me one day, or you will suffer.