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A Sadist in Sheep’s Clothing

torture phone sex mommy bloodyEvery now and then I encounter a very sadistic man. A man who truly believes women are worthless whores on earth only for their pleasure. And that no matter what they do to a woman, it is justified because we are all just whiny, bitchy, cunts who do not deserve to live. I met such a man recently. On the outside, seemed like any other hipster. Owned a little coffee shop I went to daily, liked music, college educated, easy to talk to. That is how he trapped me. I felt safe with him. Felt like he really wanted to just be my friend. I get lonely. My husband is long gone, and my son travels a lot with his job. So when David invited me to his place for dinner, I accepted, totally clueless about what was in store for me.

He slipped some sort of roofie in my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in his basement on his work out bench. He was standing over me with an evil smile. I saw on the wall a plethora of torture devices. Now I am rather accustomed to extreme bondage devices, but what I saw looked more like the tools of a serial killer. Knifes, saws, an ice pick, dental and surgical tools, a flame thrower, drills, hammers… All deadly and painful instruments. He grabbed a pair of pliers and held my nose tightly, forcing my mouth open and for no reason other than his sick pleasure, pulled one of my teeth out from the root. He was a true sadist. The pain was excruciating. I could taste the blood. He said, “Now you aren’t so pretty. All pretty women are whores.” I was crying and shaking. He got tired of hearing me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth which made me choke on my own blood.bloody phone sex sadistic torture

The next tool of pain he brought out was a scalpel.  He began making small cuts all over my torso like some Dr. Demento. He sliced my breasts up, made a trail of cuts down my stomach. He then dripped hot wax into my wounds. The wax slowed the bleeding, but the pain was awful. He laughed at my tears. What he pulled out next horrified me. He had a torch flame like welders use.  He told me there was nothing more intoxicating than the smell of burnt flesh and a whore’s tears. He fired it up and aimed it straight for my stomach. He didn’t leave it on long enough to set my whole body on fire, but he did take a layer or two of skin off my belly.  It hurt so much I lost consciousness.

I woke up in my car, back in my clothes. I thought maybe it was just some horrifying dream, but then I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I was missing a tooth. The bloody roots still hanging from where the tooth had been. The pain really hit me. I lifted up my shirt, revealing a charred stomach.  He had cauterized my wounds so I was not bleeding, but it was horrible looking, very raw,  and even worse smelling. I wanted to wretch. I searched for my keys, trying to figure out if I could even drive. I found a note in my purse that said “Tell anyone what happened Blair, and that pretty little face you love so much gets burned.”

There are sadists all around us. Men who take extreme pleasure in hurting and degrading women. You would think by now, I would be better at recognizing them. Are you a sadist in sheep’s clothing? DO you harbor dark desires like David?

 

Another bloody night

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When I woke up my hands were tied behind my back on cold cement floor and there was blood everywhere. I could hear another girl screaming from somewhere inside the room, but it was too dark to see her. I could hear him whipping her with his cat-of nine tails, that had broken glass and nails on it. The thought to attempt an escape crossed my mind, but the second I had that thought he was standing right in front of me.
He asked me if I wanted to meet our guest just before he pulled me by my hair over to her. Surprisingly he untied my wrists just before bringing me to my feet. There wasn’t a formal introduction, he just ordered me to lick her poor frightened little pussy while he continued to whip her back.

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Blood was running down her body, some reaching my mouth which had plenty of her blood in it already. She screamed, she cried, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. I could see his cock growing bigger and harder by the second. When I started to cry too, he slapped me hard across the face and demanded that I get back to work. I went back to licking her tiny clit and she started to shake violently. She ended up pissing herself shortly after, It was hard to throw up because a lot of got in my mouth. He just laughed and told me not to stop until she was unconscious.
Once she couldn’t scream anymore she wasn’t as much fun for him to play with so he turned his attention over to me. He bent me over a chair and jammed his stiff dick deep inside my tight asshole. It hurt so much I started to struggle, but he warned me if I didn’t stop that he’d grab his cat-of nine tails. Instead, because I decided to be such a good girl, he just ran his sharp nails over back as he pushed his evil cock inside me deeper and harder. The scratches were deep enough to draw blood and I could feel him licking it off the cuts on my back.
After tasting my blood he filled my sore ass with his cum. Then, before sending me to bed he had me lick up the mess our guest had made.

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Fattened Up for Thanksgiving

You have been feeding that bitch like  crazy, while us other  cum slaves just sit here and starve. I don’t know when the last time I had anything but your cum go down my throat. But this new girl…. you bring her plate after plate of food. It smells so good it makes my mouth water, and drool runs down my pathetic, wasting, body. You don’t pay any attention to the rest of us. Every day and night, black beans and rice and steak and pancakes with butter and syrup. And she eats it all up.

But she is locked up  just like we are. I don’t understand what the difference is. You obviously don’t care about her any more than you do the rest of us pathetic sluts. She finished her plate tonight and you came to collect it, and surprisingly dragged her out of her cage. She was  nice and plump with a big fat ass. You   told me to help you get her upstairs. I was bewildered, but I never disobey you, so I helped. We dragged her into the kitchen, and you told me it was time to “practice” for Thanksgiving!

Her face dropped as we all realized why she had been being fed – to fatten her up to be our Thanksgiving Dinner! You slap her across the face and tell her to “get her fat turkey ass into the pan”. There is a giant pan on the counter, filled with vegetables. You instruct  me to tie her up like a fucking bird, and help you get her in the oven. I can smell the hot oven, and as I tie her up, I know that she will be cooked and eaten. She goes into the oven screaming, but unable to get away. You drag me back to the basement and put me back in my cell.

I can smell her flesh cooking all the way down in the dungeon. The smell is pungent, but still makes me drool with hunger. I see the other slave sluts smelling it too, equally as starved. Hours later, I hear you coming down the stairs. To my surprise, you have a giant plate of food with you.  You open my cell, and present me the food. It is clearly her cooked flesh carved up just like turkey. My stomach churns, and I grab it and eat it hungrily. I know its wrong, but I am starving.  Then I realize that you didn’t bring any of it for any of the other slave sluts. You smile when you see it dawn on me that I am the next one to be fattened up. For the next month you’re going to feed me, and then….

Beat Me, Bleed Me, Torture Me, Today, Tomorrow, Forever…

bloody phone sex torture submissiveThis new Master I knew was unusual, not like the others.  I only saw him at night. He was pale. Skin was cold. He was sensitive to light. He was an amazing lover. Strong as an ox. Keen senses. Could heal my wounds he inflicted quickly and quite miraculously. He was extremely into blood play too. I should have known. I have seen enough horror films. But I had trouble rectifying reality from fantasy. That was until the night my Master made me his. Really made me his.

It was a dark and dreary night. I was tied to a wooden table spread eagle. Master had made over a 100 small but deep cuts on my body; on my worthless flesh. Blood was covering my body. Master was hard at the scent and sight of my blood. He would get off not so much on my pain like other masters, but on my blood. He would lick it off my body and never seemed to get enough of my sweet tasting crimson juice. If I got too weak from the bloodletting, he would cut his wrist and make me drink up. It somehow made me stronger, healed me.

This particular bloodletting, Master hit an artery on my neck by mistake. Blood was spurting out everywhere. I was choking on my own blood. I knew I was going to die. Then Master bit me, hard. I felt a chunk of my flesh separate from my neck. I began convulsing, twitching, dying. But then I awakened, almost like new. Master released me. I immediately looked at myself in the mirror, but I had no reflection. My skin was pale and cold. I was on sensory overload. I could hear bugs in the wall, birds outside, toilets flushing. And I was ravenous. So hungry. It scared me. I looked at Master and I knew. I just knew what he was, what I now was.

I have an unquenchable desire for blood now. I’m in need of accomplices to bring me something to feed on, preferably young and tender. In my new found state, I can be beaten unrecognizable, tortured, bled, mutilated, burned; anything brutal I can handle because I have the power to heal myself. So please, hurt me, destroy me, snuff me out.  I assure you I won’t stay dead long. I will heal myself for you to hurt, destroy and snuff out another day.

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Mr. Vamp.

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You ever wonder what it would be like to be a vampire and take me and have your way with me? Not only would you be licking sucking on my cunt and little nub, but you would be biting my neck and sucking my blood. Having that metallic taste in your mouth as I would kiss you and feel your fangs scraping against my tongue.

 

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You would be super strong so you could hold me told and make me take your big cock. You would not need restraints or drugs to keep me down. Oh how I would love for you to be able to make me do all those dirty things you have wanted me to do. Force me to suck your cock. Making me lick on your balls. Tell me to sit on your face and lick my little clit. I love feeling your fangs glide across my little nub. Riding your tongue begging you to make me cum. I feel you getting ready to blow your load in my mouth so I start humping your face faster and harder. I feel myself starting to cum. My body is shaking and I am screaming out… Then all of a sudden I feel you bite into my thigh, which only makes my orgasm peak.

 

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Hmmm, yeah, I wonder what it’d be like to have my very own personal Mr.Vamp. 🙂

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: Random Acts of Violence

knife play phone sex blood gothIt’s Halloween time. My favorite. Normally, I am not a knife wielding psychopath unless provoked. If I am gonna cut a bitch or stab a tool, they have usually deserved it. But something about Halloween brings out my inner Michael Myers.  You know, stone cold killer, no rhyme or reason to his victims. Last weekend, I was walking around my neighborhood and I just felt homicidal. Felt compelled to kill. To just kill for fun. So I started creeping around in backyards looking for blood to spill, flesh to tear.

Then I saw them, a family of four on their back porch carving pumpkins. They looked idyllic, almost like out of some Good Parenting magazine or something. That made me hate them. Made me want them snuffed out, even the little ones. I walked right up on their porch too. Showed them my knife collection and asked if I could help carve pumpkins. They looked a little taken a back, but still they invited me in. A strange woman, with knifes, trespassing in their back yard. Yeah they deserved to not live.knife play phone sex evil snuff

I played the game with them for awhile to give them a false sense of security, then the carnage and mayhem began. I tied them all up to chairs and put them face to face. Mommy son, daddy daughter. I like to watch the fear in their eyes. I like to see the “why us” look in their faces. Sometimes there is no why. Just opportunity. Like today. And maybe if they had been a bit smarter they could have lived.

I like to play games with my prey. I told Daddy if he wanted his sweet innocent offspring to survive he was gonna have to prove his love.  I told him to kiss her, a big romantic one too. And he did. He hesitated and got a knife in his thigh, but then he did. I told him I could spare her life if he fucked his baby girl. I told Mommy the same thing about her son. You would think they would do anything to spare their wee one’s lives. Guess love does have some bounds. Sad really. If my life depended on it, If the life of a loved one depended on it, I would saw off my arm.  And Mommy and Daddy won’t have sex with their offspring. Would you do anything I said if your loved one’s lives depended on it?

knife play phone sex evil killI snuffed them all out right there on their porch. Total blood bath. I went into a frenzy with my knives. Slaughtered the innocent lambs first so I could enjoy watching their parents cry and plead. I enjoyed telling them too that their blood was on their hands. They could have prevented the slaughter. My knives covered in blood, I let mommy and daddy have a taste. Sick, I know, but fun too. They didn’t really love their brats or they would have done whatever I asked without hesitation.  The pumpkins they were carving now covered in their blood too.

knife play phone sex bloody sadisticThe real fun was slaughtering mommy and daddy. Random senseless acts of violence make me feel good. A knife in an artery with a slow bleed out while looking into your partner’s eyes as you die, pretty darn entertaining. Oh the shit they say to each other. The confessions they make. Guess they wanna die with a clean conscious or some silly shit. But I sat there, watching them make  their dying confessions, profess their love yada yada yada. Blood spurting everywhere. Turned me on actually. Blood spraying me like that is an aphrodisiac. I need an accomplice. Someone I can trust. Be so much more fun to share both my random and not so random acts of violence with a partner who gets off on the blood, the violence, the torture too. Is that you?

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Evil Bedtime Stories for Worthless Whores

Sadistic phone sex bondage milfWhen I was a little girl, my Daddy would read me bedtime stories while I was tied to the bed. And not your typical bed time stories one tells a wee lass. These were more like horror stories designed to scare the crap out of me and keep me pure. I remember all his wicked bed time stories, but one in particular stands out. It was about these evil little dolls that lived under my bed. They could only be seen at night. They only came out to torture bad little girls who touched themselves or had sex or were disobedient to their parents.  They had sharp teeth and sharp spikes and would tear the flesh off of bad little girls. They would even penetrate naughty girls’ pussies and asses ruining them for future enjoyment because if a girl did not know how to use her privates properly she should not have them at all. A girl’s special spots were for her daddy’s enjoyment, not her own and certainly no other man.

One night, I woke up screaming in pain. I had masturbated in the shower that day. The evil little torture dolls must have know what I had done.  I felt a blindfold go over my eyes and a sharp instrument inserted in my pussy and asshole. Hurt so bad. I screamed for my Daddy but he never came to save me. When the sun rose, I could see I was covered in blood. My daddy came in and said he knew the creatures visited me last night because I was a filthy dirty whore. He could not save me because I was not worth saving. A knife or some other sort of razor sharp object had fucked my cunt and ass, shredding both. Leaving them a bloody, tortured mess. I was in so much pain, I could not go to school the next morning. I could barely walk. There would be many more nights those evil creatures woke me up in the middle of the night to teach me a hard lesson about being impure. First time I tried to masturbate, first time I got my period, first time I kissed a boy, first time I told my Daddy I did not want to suck his dick… all marked by a visit from the torture creatures who would mutilate my female parts.

As I got older, I realized it was daddy sneaking in my room at night to torture his slutty baby girl. He always knew when I was bad. He took sadistic pleasure in hurting me; ruining me for other men. My body belonged to him and no one else. Daddy believed I was a worthless whore who did not deserve a pretty ass or pussy or tits. What do you think?

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Salad Fingers

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I don’t know if you have ever watched salad fingers, but he is so creepy and weird, I love him so much! I mean if I could create a real life like Salad Fingers I would use him for purely evil. I would him to torture all the bastards and whores out there that have wrong me or even just looked in my direction and I didn’t like it. I would so make them pay. I could touch my wet cunt all day just thinking about all the evil things I’d be able to do with that monster.

 

I would tie up any victim I choose, man or woman, and make sure I let Mr. Salad Fingers have his way with him. I would make him shove his cock down every one of the males throats. Make them suck him dry until he has no more cum left. And for the ladies, oh they would get the most fun. Of course I would be in the distance playing with my self, getting my slit all nice and wet while he is using his famous fingers to violate all their little cunts. Making them scream in pain and deep down pleasure.  He could even use his eager cock to tear into all their pussies filling them up with his load Maybe even make a little Salad Fingers.

 

 

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Bad girls get punished

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I’ve been a bad bad girl.

I thought it was ok to go outside today to have a bath in the rain.

I thought it was ok. 

I never really get baths unless it is raining or master says its ok. 

I was outside enjoying the rain as it washed away the blood, urine and feces off my bruised body.

I had my back to the house not thinking that master would see me standing there naked. 

I just thought it was ok to wash my body for him.

Make myself clean.

As i was standing there naked in the moon light running my finger through my hair, I felt the steal of his spiked boots.

He kicked me in my back so hard it felt like he broke something. 

I could feel the warm blood running down my back as he was dragging me back into the basement. 

I knew master was angry, so I sat there waiting. 

He locked my hands up way above my head, and had me facing him. 

He had the riding crop.

He told me to beg him for mercy, and not to stop. 

If I stopped he would get something else to hit me with. 

I started begging him to stop, 

He hit me over and over again. 

When he was done I could see the damage. 

Open sores, blood and bruising. 

When it gets this bad, he feeds me.. 

He treats me like his princess. 

Octopussy

Your perversions go so far beyond anything I ever dreamed. You had me spread eagle on the table this morning, letting the kitty cats lick me with their sandpaper tongues. One of the cats just wouldn’t join in, and of course you blamed me. You shoo’d them all away and began inspecting my cunt. You touched it, stuck your fingers in, and smelled them. You mumbled something about it not being “fishy enough”. I tried to ask what was wrong, but you gave me the usual “shut up whore” response.

You left me lying there, the cats looking at me with their cruel indifference. I am barely a piece of meat for their breakfast. You just love to watch them eat me and rub my clit raw until it bleeds from their harsh tongues. I hear you coming back, and youre carrying a large bowl, looking like you’re trying not to spill it.

You tell me to get on my knees, and as I do, I catch a smell of something really fishy — and so do the cats. They start meowing like crazy and gather around your feet as you approach me with the bowl. I don’t dare look back, as your punches are fierce when I disobey. I hear you slopping around in the bowl, and the smell gets worse – like rotting seafood. Then WHAP – you hit my ass with something hot and wet and slimy. I about jump off the table, but you grab my leg and hold me still and in position.

You tell me the kitties need some real flavor. I sneak a peek over my shoulder and you’re holding a large octopus! What the fuck? I again try to move and you grab me and hold me still. You take its giant head and shove it right inside my cunt. It was wet and it burned but the slime felt so good going in. It was squirming like crazy, and all the motion inside me made me cum immediately.

You let go of the octopus, and immediately its tentacles grab my tight ass all over, the little suckers attaching so tight I can hear them sucking on my ass cheeks. The cats are going absolutely crazy at the smell, and you put them back up on the table with me. As the octopus squirms its head inside me, and grabs my ass with its tentacles, the kitties begin to lick furiously at the test of the new fresh seafood – my octopussy….