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New Man, More Bondage.

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Mommy had always said the best way to get through the day is with resistance. This new guy mom let take me away for the day didn’t have nice things planned for me. He said he’s been dreaming about eating my ass for a while now.

So he took me to this abandon building that he had purchased in hopes of turning it into something. From the looks of it he did. He had the ropes and gag ball waiting. The ropes were already set up and hanging from the ceiling.

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He torn off all my clothes and put the gag in my mouth. He said I needed to take what he was about to give me and he didn’t want me screaming out.

First my hands were tied above my head and he came up behind me and started licking and tongue fucking my tight rosebud ass.

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Then he tied me up so that my legs were spread and my cunt and rosebud ass were open and ready for him. He got on his knees and started licking and sucking my clit. He just kept licking my tight cunt and ass. Sticking his fingers and tongue inside of me. It felt so good I wanted to moan out but couldn’t. My body started shaking, I was getting ready to cum. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I came so hard.

He then took out my gag and said he was going to fuck me since I was such a good girl. But he wanted to hear my moans and wanted me to tell him how good it felt. It felt good feeling his big man meat going deep inside me. I wanted to please him and make him cum. After all the bondage and being tied up. I wanted to show him I was a good girl and that he could always do what he wanted to me. And I did just that. Made his cock cum all inside of me.

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Bondage Phone Sex Experiment

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I’ve always wondered how far someone will go to save their own skin…literally.  So, I devised an experiment for the sole reason to find out.  It’s so easy to catch prey this time of summer; in fact, I snagged this one from her own backyard.  In the middle of the day, most people are at work; and, she was sunbathing in her backyard.  It was almost as if she was waiting for me.

So, I brought her back to my dungeon and took her bathing suit off with a few snips of the scissors.  Then, I attached her to my contraption.  I put on the strongest nipple clamps that I had; then, I attached them to a bucket with heavy rocks.  She would be forced to keep her arms elevated in order to prevent that entire weight from being transferred to her nipple clamps.  The weight and the force, combined, would definitely tear off her nipples if she dropped the buckets.  

The first couple of minutes weren’t too bad; but, she was already showing signs of fatigue.  Those shoulder muscles were getting tired; and I could see her hands and even knees shaking.  It was the perfect time to explain the repercussions of dropping the heavy buckets.  I informed her that the lower the buckets became, the more likely her nipples would be ripped from her body.  She looked like she was going to be sick; but, the pain of holding the weighted buckets became her focus once again.

As a sort of stroke of genius, I added another attachment to the weighted buckets: this time, a clamp on her clit.  Her eyes were wide.  The clip was so tight that a little bit of blood was dripping from it already.  She probably thought that she survived for days; but, it was only about thirty minutes.  I sped things up by putting more weight in the buckets.  Droplets of blood on her nipples and clit fell to the floor until they were pools.  Her face was wet with sweat; and, she looked hopeless.  I reminded her that it was all up to her…she could save herself. 

Finally, I offered her a deal: drop the buckets, lose nipples and clit, and I will kill her swiftly; drop one of the buckets, lose a nipple and possibly her clit, and I will release her to live her own life.  She sobbed, but finally, she just stared at her breasts.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, stepped back and dropped everything.  She screamed in agony as the flesh was torn from her body; I bent over and slit her throat, watching the scene as she bled out.

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Snuff Phone Sex with The Devil Herself, Ivy

snuff phone sexI brought us a little blonde treat to play with. She doesn’t know how devious I am and she definitely doesn’t know there will be dick in the mix. I honestly love lesbians. They know how to lick the right spot but more than that I love the way their eyes light up in fear of cock. I will signal you to come in as she is working her tongue on my clit. As I bring her up to taste my juices, I tell her I have a surprise. As she turns around she sees you with rope in your hand and turns back to me to see the sly grin on my face. I tell her there’s no need to fight, just going to make it worse on yourself. But of course she doesn’t listen and I have to smack her down. I hold her legs while you tie her hands together, and then help you spread her legs apart before tying them down. What a beautiful sight that is. We can have as much evil and wicked fun with this bitch as we please. Let’s see if she’s a good fuck daddy? I bet her lesbian pussy is so tight, it may just squeeze your cock. Better to rip apart though right? We will be destroying all her holes for that matter. Especially that potty mouth. She has been calling me all kinds of wicked names. Crazy Bitch, Evil Cunt, The Devil herself…. I like them all. Let’s get to work daddy my precious time is wasting away every second she is alive!

Bloody phone sex: Screw It!

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I’ve become fascinated with power tools lately.  From electric screwdrivers to electric saw blades, I’ve fallen in love.  There’s something fascinating about having a machine with so much power.  Unlike a blade, it wrecks havoc in the process of mutilation or even death.  The blood spurts and the tissue is exposed, much like it is when I dissect bodies or prepare them as a mortician.  So, I guess that you can understand my fascination now.

I went to a home improvement store; and, of course, was eagerly looking at my options.  I was weighing my options carefully; for instance, battery-operated allowed for mobility, but would I be satisfied with the power?  During my investigation, I had several workers and customers offer me help.  They must’ve thought that I was picking out something for my husband; regardless, all of them flirted.  If only they had known how I was sizing up their bodies and imaging which tool I would like to use on them!  One particularly persistent worker wanted to help me; he was tall and thick, and I thought he’d be the perfect chance to try out my new toys!  As he helped me out to my car, I gave him my address and knew that I would see him that night.

Sure enough, he showed up all fresh and clean, his hair slicked back and a 8-pack of beer.  I invited him in; after a few beers, I couldn’t tolerate his rambling anymore.  Plus, I’d decided his fate: I was going to test out the difference between the battery-operated and electric screwdriver.  I already had the long, spiral attachment in both of them.  Forcing him into my chair and binding him was too easy; he was drunk and kept mumbling, “kinky.”  Then, came the fun: I turned on the screwdriver and watched as his eyes grew wide.  What a perfect place to begin, I thought!  Using both of the screwdrivers, I pressed with equal pressure…pushing them into his eye sockets.  The battery-operated one seemed to lack a little bit of the speed, but it seemed to cut down on some of the mess.  It would be perfect for a home invasion, I decided.  Of course, my victim continued to moan; but, I was so enthralled with my toys that it was easy to ignore him.

I’m not quite sure when he took his last breath; maybe it was around the time that I was pushing the screw through his throat, entirely through his body.  It was like decorating a corpse!  The saw was one of my favorites…the blood gushed and pooled in the floor as I took him apart…limb by limb.  Yes, he had helped me decide which tools I wanted…I wanted them all!

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Choke me with your cock..

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This first time my husband sold me for a fix, I had no clue how to suck a cock. Well I had sucked cock before but I wasn’t a pro at it. My new masters made sure to teach me the way they liked their cock sucked to perfection. And they weren’t gentle or loving in any sense. I got a throat fucking, gagging, rough, cocksucking lesson. They had me on my knees for hours some days. My knees would be so bruised up and weak after they finished with me but that was the least of my problems. I would have to suck both of their dicks at the same time and if I made a mistake I got a fist to the face. Even with a black eye and a swollen cheek I had to keep sucking their cocks. Meanwhile, my masters would degrade me. They love calling be a “stupid nigger whore” and “porch monkey”. They often tell me I should be glad I have such a sexy ass body because I would have been dead a long time ago. They keep me because I am loyal and obedient. Those compliments are short lived because they are right back to torturing me and fucking my sore throat. One of my masters has been making me gag on his cock and I can feel my throat closing from being so sore. That’s bad for me, they will only fuck me up some more until they force it open again.

Your New Apprentice

I see you have an apprentice now? He is so young, just a boy. I wonder where you found him, but I dare not ask. I am still in pain from your beating this morning.  I know he isn’t your son, but I sense he belongs to you now, just like I do. Just like we all do. But he isn’t caged or tied? He is with you by your side, listening and learning.  You both approach me, I shudder uncontrollably as fear grips my body. You laugh and I can see you speaking to him, but I can’t hear a word. You punctured my ear drums long ago.

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I see you both laughing and you point to me, as I lay on the cold floor, unable to move from my ropes.  You kick me in the gut and blood comes out of my mouth. When I catch my breath, I see the boy smile and pull his leg back to kick me. Something in his eyes terrifies me. This is the moment he changes into a monster like you. UGGHHH. He kicks me with unbelievable force in my chest. I am shocked by the power he has at his tender age. Blood drips from my mouth onto the floor and he reaches down and rubs my face in it. I can see the evil in his eyes. He is loving this.

I plead with my eyes and shake my head trying to convince him this is wrong, and to run away. My horror is obvious and this makes you very pleased. I want you to spare the boy, I dont want you to be able to cultivate your cruelty into another person. But its too late. He has seen too much. He has a taste for blood, and nothing will stop his progression now. The boy gets on his knees, and while I still plead NO with my eyes, he shoves his little hard cock into my bloody mouth. I close my eyes, and then close my lips around his evil little cock.

I open my eyes when I feel the cum coursing towards my mouth. The boy is laughing at me, his eyes are black, and he shoots his demon cum deep in my bloody face. I can see the pride on your face, and I know now that my torment will never end.

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Blood, blood everywhere, but not a drop to drink…  You have been bleeding me for months now. Collecting my precious life liquid in your metal machine. The time is almost here to perform your ultimate experiment.  I am severely anemic, but alive. You bled me slowly enough over these past weeks to make sure I was too weak to try to run, but still strong enough to be aware of your master plan.

My skin is pale white, my gums are white. My eyes are sunken into my head. There is barely enough pressure inside me to keep me awake. I gave up trying to move weeks ago.  My body is almost numb, it just tingles every so often. Or maybe thats my imagination.

The dirty needles and tubes scatter the floor. I am so cold, laying naked and drained on your cold metal table. My thoughts are not clear, and I hallucinate most of my days. But every time you come in the room, my body reponds. I crave the needles now. I crave the feeling as you drain my red love. The butterflies in my stomach, as I lose just enough blood, make me feel sick and good at the same time.

I see you wheel your machine over to the table where I lay. There is a clear window on the front, and I can see pints of my own blood preserved inside. The color is so beautiful. The machine is humming, keeping the temperature correct, no doubt.

You take out your scalpel and tell me its time to fill me back up. You have enough of my blood to fill me up, and then fill me even more until my heart explodes. You pop a hole in my inner thigh, and insert the tube from the machine. You flick a switch, as I watch helplessly. The machine kicks on and blood surges through the tube towards my leg. Ohhhh myyyyy goddddd, the feeling of the blood being pumped back into my veins makes me piss all over myself. The feeling of life being forced into my veins, gagging me with the copper taste that seems to be coming from nowhere.

You kick the machine into a higher gear, I can see the blood leaving the machine and pumping into my body. I feel so alive…. but then something is wrong. I start to swell. You are pumping too much and you just laugh at my surprise. You continue to pump and I feel pressure all over. I am going to burst from my own blood! My head aches, my limbs are swollen and my heart is pumping so hard its the only thing I can hear.

You flick the level to the highest level, and the blood courses even harder into my tiny body. I can feel pops inside as my vessels burst, and I know I am filled with blood. I choke as blood comes out of my mouth and then POP my eyes go next, spewing my red blood all over me and you. My heart tries to keep up, tries to keep pumping, but it finally cannot take anymore, and bursts right out of my chest….

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Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . . 

Crimson Part 3

   I sat watching the whore for over three hours… now that I had her I was beginning to wonder if my original plan was good enough. The hard part was over, I already had her in my dungeon and her friend had been so drunk that she probably would think that her friend disappearing was just a dream… until it’s too late that is. The little slut is starting to wake up. Perfect. Just in time too, I don’t like to start playing until my victim has fully understood that they are not leaving alive and true fear begins to set in. She starts by looking confused, an understandable reaction in my opinion, one moment she’s on walking home from an epic night of partying and the next the she knows she can’t move her limbs and she’s in a dark room. 

   I slowly rise myself out of the chair in the corner of the room and move into the dim light emanating from the surgical light above the gurney. I smirked and she frowned, looking confused for a moment until I raised my fingers into her line of sight. It wasn’t my hand that scared her but rather when was in my hand; a nice, shiny new scalpel. I slowly drug the flat side of the blade along her cheek and down the valley between her supple breasts… As I made the very first cut just above her stomach a bit of beautiful crimson blood blossomed like an elegant rose on her white dress. I don’t know why she’s screaming… doesn’t she know no one can hear her in my soundproof stone dungeon?Taboophonesexmagenta22

Fun in the Tropics

  I love going on vacation so much… especially when that vacation takes me to places like South Africa and the Congo. I was doing some research on dengue hemorrhagic fever. It’s a deadly tropical disease caused by the Dengue virus. Because there is no commercial vaccine for the disease, and because there are so many variations of the virus I took the time to set up my own little lab in the Congo in order to play around with it. The characteristic symptoms of dengue are sudden-onset fever, headache (typically located behind the eyes), muscle and joint pains, and a rash. I was looking forward to taking some mosquitoes home with me as well. Dengue virus is primarily transmitted by Aedes mosquitoes, particularly A. aegypti. These mosquitoes usually live between the latitudes of 35° North and 35° South below an elevation of 1,000 metres (3,300 ft). They typically bite during the day, particularly in the early morning and in the evening, but they are able to bite and thus spread infection at any time of day all during the year. Other Aedes species that transmit the disease include A. albopictus, A. polynesiensis and A. scutellaris. I had my work cut out for me, but it would be worth it when I get to see the looks of terror when I kidnap several pregnant women and make them kill each other in an attempt to save their unborn brats…Taboo phone sex Magenta111