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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Pimped Out by My Son

rape phone sex fantasies mommy tortureI was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.

Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?”  I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”

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They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals.  Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped  me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.

After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on  the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….

How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.

Piss Angel

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He used to bring me such happiness, as most boyfriends do. Not many things other than hunting bring me joy. And I have known him all my life. He was my last reminder of the lighter side of life. I actually enjoyed life when I was with him. But that was over now. I was foolish to think I could stand in darkness and light, I had to end it. I must eliminate my enemy.

I watch from across the street, sitting silently in a bed of rotting flowers that are waiting patiently for the morning sun. The sky is a dark gray, clouds have sealed off the earth from god’s eyes. Streetlights.. one by one flicker and die. I smile to myself as I watch silently into his window.. his silhouette is joined by another, slowly pissing me off that they continue to breathe. I look over at my bag, inside are the tools I will need to bring this night to a close. Bolt cutters, splashed with congealed blood and bits of bone, perfect for removing digits. My switchblade, small and sharp, perfect for silencing voices. And tonight I will use my gun, each bullet with his name on it… carved carefully.

I decided what I wanted just then. To stand over both of them, and watch them. Breathless, bloodied.. eye sockets dry and empty. Mouth agape, tongue swollen.. scratches and chunks out of the skin. Seeing your silent screams paused in the sky. So beautiful, like a bird flying in circles. I want to reach out and take it.. put your scream in my pocket covered in blood. It will be a meal for later. I am hungry to end it, and end it now.

I started to sing to myself

I see you headless with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible
So unknown
A coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth

**Song cited : Piss Angel by Pig Destroyer**

Sadistic Phone Sex Reagan

Victim Turned into Evil Phone Sex Accomplice

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Daddy doesn’t take too kindly to disrespect. The other day daddy found out two of his most trusted soldiers were skimming money off the top of his operations. He kept quiet about it but voiced his frustrations on me and to me when we had alone time. He would fuck me roughly, slapping me in the face and yelling about how much of a dirty bitch I was. After he was finish abusing me he let me stay in his bed, something very unusual for me. He would then say how loyalty is hard to come by and he couldn’t believe he was betrayed like that. He asked my opinion on  what to do and being the distraught locked up victim I am I just told him what I would do if I ever had the chance to seek revenge on my sorry excuse of a husband. 

I would beat him senseless, taking all my anger out on his face, and body leaving his dick and balls for last. I would  give him that drug where you can’t move a muscle but you can still feel everything. Then cut his precious manhood off. Not only would I do that but I would put them in a blender with cut up glass and maybe a finger and some toes. Make him watch me blend together a sweet smoothie for him to drink. And since daddy has two dishonest soldiers well, more smoothies for the both of them.

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Daddy appreciated my evil mind. I even assisted him in making these smoothies for his victims to drink. After they drank it, he gang raped them until they both were near death. I sat there and looked at them and vowed never to be disloyal. Even when the beatings are unbearable, This slave is here to stay. 

Candy

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Once in a great while I like to bring a fellow follower of the ways in which I Worship into My play time.  One such Sister is “Vivika” to whom I have grown rather fond of.  She is Russian and She is a bitch through and through.  I adore Her.  Her tastes are a bit different then My own, but I thought it in good taste that Our first outing would be along the lines of something She could really get into.

Her and I found a man whom She could really sink Her teeth into, literally.  He was mesmerized by the both of Us.  It was easy to have him come with Us.  After all, We were the candy, and isn’t it said that is the perfect lure?  She drove Us to Her place, or at least I thought it was Her place, until We got inside.  She drew Me to Her, She tasted like a mixture of perfume and Vodka as Her lips pressed against Mine.  The kiss was heated, intense, filled with dark promises of that which was to soon come.

He came up to Us, pressing his hands against Our bodies.  She pulled away smiling at Me.  I knew what that smile meant immediately as I have had the same smile play across My lips before I delved into My twisted playtime.  I kissed him deeply, holding him tightly to Me.  My eyes were open as She stepped behind him, She pressed Her bare breasts against his back.  I placed My gloved hand upon the back of his neck, he tried to pull away, but could not.  I smiled at Her over his shoulder, he was becoming angry as he knew something was wrong.

She licked her full red lips then bit down onto his neck.  He started to swear, pressing against the wall behind Me trying desperately to push Her back so that he could get away.  I grabbed his wrists as Her teeth broke the flesh.  He screamed, eyes wide, She bit down harder, he started to fall to his knees.  She lifted Her eyes to Me and I saw lust, hunger, enjoyment and heaven.

 

Demon Fucking Tearing Me Apart

You let the creature loose inside my cell. He is grotesque. Some sort of fucking monster. Is this what you’ve been working on? This is the evil creature you swore you would create to terrorize us girls, your prisoners? Oh my god, what the fuck does it want? Its not even human but you gave it a huge cock?? You’re going to have this monster fuck me?

You rage with laughter as your creation is alive and hungry for exactly what you programmed to be hungry for – pussy and flesh.  My blood runs cold as your monster grabs ahold of me. There is nothing behind its eyes except blackness and hunger. Its no less than a wild animal with the strength of 5 men. It grabs me and begins to sloppily grope my naked body, hungry and curious. Its cock is huge and hard and slimy, just like the rest of it.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Get this thing out of my cell before it hurts me!! Its too late, I am in its grasp and even you couldn’t save me now. You’ve created an evil even greater than your own. You plan to watch this thing fuck me to shreds.  I feel faint but I feel its digusting breath breathing all over my body, smelling me like a fucking animal. It shoves me to the ground and climbs on top – its cock poking at my tiny body searching for the wet pussy it wants as it howls a noise like I have never heard before.

Its cock finds my cunt and it doesnt hesitate as it slams it deep inside. I can feel my pussy rip apart and the blood begin to flow. I see the creatures eyes dilate from the scent of fresh blood, and it shows its teeth – like a row of knives – and it buries its mouth deep into the side of my neck as it fucks me…  The last thing I see is you, youre watching with such pride… Your work is coming to fruition right before your eyes.

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Blair: Bad Mommy

kidnapping phone sex milf painI decided to go see the new horror film “As Above, So Below” last night by myself. I snuck out of the house because I needed some me time. As I was coming out, a man grabbed me and threw me in his SUV. He immediately put a cage type device over my head so I could not see where we were going. I tried to speak, but that device gave me a strange echo. I wondered if my son realized I was missing and decided to hunt me down and punish me for my insolence. I was kidnapped right outside the theater and no one did a thing too. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by my feet out of the vehicle, down some stairs  and being strung up like a side of beef. I heard an enhanced voice say, “You have been a very bad whore.” Then I felt a hard sucker punch to my belly. I almost puked.

Then I felt a vibrator on my clit, but no normal vibrator. This was like a power tool and the stimulation was actually painful. I began to whimper and convulse. Then the electric cattle prod was rammed up my pussy sending shock waves all through my body. Painful shock waves that made me pee on the floor and twitch like a dead body. It was a constant repetitive cycle of a punch to the gut, over stimulation on my clit, and a cattle prod inserted in my pussy. This went on for hours. I had vomited several times in my caged mask. My body was limp.

Then suddenly, I was cut down. I laid there on the floor for several minutes in a pool of my own bile and piss, when I heard my son say, “This will teach you whore to leave without permission.” I am a disobedient slave and got what I deserved. If I were to disobey you master, how  would you punish me?

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Hanging by a Hook

I woke up in the meat locker. Cold and afraid and hanging by a hook placed firmly through the skin of my back. I tried to move, but it only made the chain I was hanging from swing, and caused me a great deal of pain. Where the hell was I? I looked around, and all I could see were other girls and what looked like young ones, maybe fetuses, hanging from other hooks of all different lengths.

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Some were alive, like me, some appeared to be dead or maybe just sleeping.  The girls body closest to me was skinned from head to toe and her eyes bulged with no eyelids. It was difficult to determine if she was dead or alive. I tried to speak and realized my tongue was gone. Cut out no doubt. It was silent in the giant freezer room, so I assumed no one had a tongue left. But how did I get here?

I heard a door slam behind me but I couldnt bear to look, I was too afraid. I decided to shut my eyes and pretend to be dead in hopes that whatever evil just came in would leave me alone. I heard footsteps echoing towards me and I began to tremble uncontrollably. I knew this would give me away, but it was out of my control. I felt a hand grab my face and heard a voice tell me “Welcome to Hell”. I cringed and opened one eye, and immediately wished I hadn’t. It was him. It was the man who had been following me.

Memories came rushing back – being grabbed and drug through the woods and then horribe visions of experiments in his laboratory. I remembered him severing my clitoris and indeed now felt the stinging pain between my legs.  He saw my terror and laughed like a demon. Maybe he was a demon, maybe this was hell? I could no longer wrap my mind around what was happening. I felt him reach up between my legs, as if he were looking for something inside me. He grinned and said “You’re almost ready now.”.  It made me shudder. Ready for what?

Snuff Phone Sex: Kill it with Fire

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“‘[W]hen all else fails, kill it with fire.”

–Larry Correia

I was visiting a few friends in California when one of the massive fires broke out.  Instead of cowering and worrying, we descended on the city like dark angels…almost like sisters of the flames.  It was the most gorgeous sights that I had ever seen.  Our first adventure was together.  We chose one of the houses on the lower side of town where the lower class lived.  It was easy to spot our perfect target: it was a man in his 30s yelling at his little daughter (we assumed).  The mother figure was angrily pulling clothes off the line, talking to herself and most likely complaining about her male companion.

The went inside the house and chaos erupted; yep, this was our natural selection of sorts.  No one would think anything about them screaming, and no one would probably even miss them.  We entered like angels from purgatory; we didn’t destroy the house because it already was in ruins.  But, we did enjoy stabbing the grown-ups to their chairs; then, we bound them.  We grabbed up the young ones; I can still remember the little girl’s face.  Her eyes seemed to say that she had been waiting on me and wondered why I had taken so long.  One of my friends took particular interest in the mother, whose belly sliced open like a nice, ripe melon.  She didn’t have much time before the woman bled out; but, she was able to verbally and physically humiliate the woman.

Another friend and I wanted to pair the little girl and the male.  There were other brats running around, but they were being taken care of; some were being beaten like dirty little objects, and others were being sexually assaulted like little whores.  But, the girl…her name was Jasmine.  He reached her little hand up toward my belt where my knife was.  She waited for me to react; I handed it to her; she took it in her hands and straddled her bound father.  She leaned down and whispered something in his ear.  Then, without any hesitation, she stabbed him in the throat.  She watched him gurgle his last breaths.  I admired her; but, before I could do anything, my nearest accomplice scooped Jasmine up and slit her throat.  I was a little sad, thinking my friend could have at least played with her a little more.  She deserved that much.  But, we set the house on fire and moved to the next one.

Pain Sluts Get Snuffed Too…

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Pain sluts can be… difficult.  Since they love pain and torture so much it’s hard to put fear in them. Trina is a prime example. I met her a while back and she told me how much she loves pain. I put her on my to torture list. I had to find some way to make her shiver and fear what I would do to her. After much brainstorming, I figured who could scare the shit out of someone none other than my goons. They specialize in kidnapping and torture, mostly gangsters who haven’t paid them or are dishonest but every now and again I call them up for a female treat. One they can tie up, fuck, and snuff when we are done with them. Trina wouldn’t see this coming. After all they are suited in all black with ski masks. If I wasn’t such a psycho bitch I think I’d be scared shitless too.

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They grabbed her in the middle of the night. Reported back to me with the location of where she was. I told them to strip her naked and wait for me to come. When I got there, my mission was accomplish. Trina was terrified. My goons told me she pee’d her pants. She was laying there tied up ready to be fucked and snuffed. I told them to do what they pleased while I watched. 10 guys some Black, some Spanish, forcing their huge cocks up her pussy, ass and mouth. I tied her tits up just for the hell of it and latched some nipple clamps on her. After her holes were nice and sore I told them to stop and I proceeded with my torture session.  I poured hot wax all over her body to make her scream and clothespins for every cock she’s ever sucked or fucked. Hours of torture passed and my goons were still horny. Guess they love this little pain slut. Her holes were tight and her titties were big. I left her there and let my goons finish her off.

Another victim crossed off my to torture list.

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Stalking My Snuff Phone Sex Victims

snuff phone sex jadeSomething I learned a long time ago in the art of stalking is, if I dress like my victim they won’t suspect a thing. So when I go out on my adventure I make sure to dress sluttish. Short skirt, high heels, heavy makeup and don’t forget the phony attitude as well. Stupid bitches don’t see me coming. They embrace me, after all they think I am like them. Only here to have a few drinks and have a good time. Little do they know I will lure them into my trap and by the end of the night they won’t be anything but a pile of blood on the floor. See when I trap them I don’t show the real side of me, not just yet. I continue to give that phony attitude and talk to them in a sluttish manner. I whisper very vanilla thoughts into their ear. How I’m going to eat their pussy and fondle their tits. They believe that’s the only thing that will happen. They start to cry and beg. Fuckin cunts. I haven’t even gotten to the good part! After and only after they start to cry and beg will I unleash the beast. Calling the bitch names and telling her after I fondle her tits I’m going to dismember those worthless titties and put them on a shelf as a souvenir. And that’s only the beginning.  Oh Trust me, I have more evil plans in mind for these ratchet whores.