November 1st – The day that the living visit with, and celebrate the lives of, their deceased loved ones and friends. This past All Saints Day, I found myself wandering along outside of a graveyard which just happened to be along the stretch of road I was hitching. There were no cars, it was a secluded cemetery along a stretch of country road that had seen better days. I didn’t see anyone, so imagine my surprise when 3 men walked out from the wooded area at the furthest end of the cemetery, talking and laughing. Well, being cautious, I kept an ear out for them, making sure that I knew where they were, trying to protect myself without appearing to protect myself so as to avoid drawing their attention. It was too late, though; they had seen me, and they were headed my way. I started to slowly increase my pace, but before I knew what was happening, I was being tackled from behind and toted bodily to the mausoleum in the center of the graveyard. Apparently they had used this mausoleum before, as it pushed open easily. They laid my body down on top of the sarcophagus in the center of the mausoleum, and they stripped me down, 2 holding me down while the 3rd removed my clothes. They fucked me in that mausoleum for HOURS. By the time I got to go free, it was well beyond dark, and I felt like the spirits around me were angry.
Category: Torture sex
Blasphemy Sex – All Saints Day
Bondage phone sex
Today I was tied to a chair. Legs spread wide on the arms of it. My pussy was there for the taking. Duck tape across my mouth. I sat there all alone waiting. Watching the door handle for someone to enter. My heart pounded out of my chest when I seen the knob finally turn. It was master. He came In holding his torture bag at this side. He rubbed his hand on my cheek like he wasn’t gonna hurt me. I knew better. He pulled out the big dildo that he had used on me before on the metal table. He didn’t even hesitate to shove it inside me. I tried to scream past the tape. No use of course why do I even bother screaming. I see a taser in his hand. This is new. He walks up and rubs one of my nipples with his fingers making it nice and hard. Then tasered me on my perky peak. I yelped behind the tape. He repeated with my other tit. He makes me sick. I scowl at him and he notices. He takes his knee and hits the huge 2 liter bottle size cock into me hard. Then he punches me in the face. You stupid bitch don’t think for a second I won’t slit your throats and go on about my day. I sob profusely. He rips out the cock. He uses the taser on my clit. It hurts so bad. He holds it there for a long while. I wish he would kill me at times well most the time. He continues to alternate between my tits and my pussy. I’ve stopped screaming it’s just sobs now. His phone rings and he walks off. Who knows how long i’ll end up sitting in this chair like this.
Home Invasion
Last night I was home all by myself when I heard a knock on my back door. I was a little hesitant but I opened it anyway. 6 big guys in scary masks rushed in and knocked me down and I hit my head on the way down. I woke up tied to my parents big bed and they were all naked and ready to fuck me. I was really scared but for some reason my pussy was dripping wet. They seen I was making a puddle on the bed and they started filling my holes. Putting two dicks in my ass and two in my fucking cunt. They where . filling me up and I was trying to scream but the cocks go in my mouth it feels so good.
The Dirty Bathroom Glory Hole
I couldn’t believe Daddy even owed Gramps money. It seemed to be a large amount of money and he expected me to work it off! I am accustomed to taking care of Daddy’s debts by now, but with Gramps? He’s like 80. He is all old and wrinkly. Surely he wouldn’t be able to get it up and I would be relieved of this humiliation.
I made my way down to the gas station Gramps owned, dreading what would surely come next. When I got there, Gramps acted like he was happy to see me. He told me to follow him to the back of the store. He looked at me and said I knew why I was here and I might as well get busy. I went to my knees, the usual place for a subby slut. He chuckled and told e to get up because I would not be serving him. He opened the door to his right, which turned out to be a tiny bathroom. It had nothing more than a toilet inside. I stepped inside and he slammed the door, saying I would stay thee until all his money was made up. I realized there were several holes in the sides of the walls. I was inside a glory stall. In moments, my first cock came poking through. I leaned forward to suck it. As soon as I had it in my mouth, a dick thrust into my pussy. Bending over to suck the first one had inadvertently put my pussy right in line with another home. hen I felt one pressing into my ass. These holes were everywhere. So 0 I was getting gang banged in a Glory Hole Stall. At least I wasn’t being beaten. That’s when I felt the first jolt of electricity shoot painfully through my body. I wasn’t sure how he done it but the electricity came from the cock who was fucking me. Then another jolt came through from the dick in my mouth. That stung even more than the first. I couldn’t believe what Gramps was putting me through. That was my last coherent thought. I remember a loud humming noise building and suddenly electricity came through my body from all three cocks. My world became dark as I lie in a heap in that dirty Glory Hole floor.
Formicophilia is perfect for torture sex!
I am fascinated with torture sex I am literally obsessed with finding new ways to fuck people up but this unusual fetish I came across may be too extreme even for me! It’s called Formicophilia and it is all about having a sexual obsession with having bugs crawl all over and even inside a person. I am not a huge fan of bugs crawling on me but since I wasn’t going to be the one tortured, I figured what the fuck, lets do it! My friends and I picked a whore to play with from the local strip club,it was almost too easy. We offered her $1000 to come with us and strip at a private party and she didn’t even hesitate, she just grabbed her coat and left with us. The stupid bitch was so hard up for money that she didn’t stop to think about why we would be so generous, she had dollar signs in her eyes and not a suspicious bone in her body. All that changed when we got back to my place though, we had to struggle to get her stripped and strapped down to the table and she was begging for us to let her go but it was far too late for that! When we brought the bugs out she became hysterical, she was struggling hard against the straps but she couldn’t get away and I think that’s when her mind started to break. She howled when we put all those bugs on her, you could see the madness in her eyes when they started going inside her and I have to say, I was starting to get a little turned on. Watching her get more and more hysterical was making my pussy drip so I grabbed one of my friends and made him fuck me while we watched her literally scare herself to death…
Violent phone sex in a haunted house..
I am going to a haunted house tonight. All my friends are going and I was told that it is suppose to be really scary! I am extremely excited and I love to be scared. Go figure, right? I am the most perfect stupid pathetic little fucking victim for the most manliest, meanest man alive. I have such pure soft skin, a to die for smile(literally), and a walk. Not just ordinary walk, a walk that screams- fuck my holes and make them not tight anymore. Well anyway, I am stupid, right, and this is suppose to be Halloween. You know when chicks dress like whores and get away with it.
You can already assume, I will not be as fortunate. I arrive at the haunted house with a group of people. Some how we all got separated and all that is with me, by my side is my friend Lauren. She is so hot, where I am thin and lanky she has a full figure- huge tits, skinny waist that is curvy and a firm bubbly ass. We together attract a lot of attention. We are wandering through the scary part of the house. There are loud screams, men in mask chasing us with knifes. It was all fun, until we got to the section of the house that had blood, guts, and gore around us.
I thought to myself that maybe we went into a different path since we couldn’t find our way out into the next sections. There were body parts scatted, it looked so real. Come to find out they were real. Me and Lauren held hands trying to search for the exit, until we were approach by a man. He was dressed all in white and had a butcher knife. Our natural reaction was to scream for our life’s. We noticed something was off, because he kept getting closer to us, backing us up into a corner. This is not a normal situation. Normally the men scary you into the next room.
He put his knife up to my friends neck and immediately slit her throat. I was covered in her wet cold blood, and I was completely speechless. I could not scream loud enough and the part that dawned in my head that was no matter how loud I screeched no one would know that they were real screams. My friends body fell to the ground and her hand was still clenched to my hand. I couldn’t unlock her fingers from mine. The man pushed me to the ground and started impaling my pussy with his shaft. He rammed me harder and harder banging my head into the wall with each thrust. I was lying in my friends blood and my blood from my pussy was dripping down my thighs.
He took his knife out and started hacking my arms off, my legs next, my tongue after. I was choking on my blood.
This was definitely his treat and my trick. Some say happy Halloween, I guess he did have a smile on his face in my excruciating pain that he inflicted on my body. Be careful in those haunted houses, or else you might end up like me and Lauren. We might even pay you a visit in spirit.
Snuff sex
I decided to go to a haunted house with some friends just to please them since halloween is right around the corner. We showed up at this building that looks like it has been abandon for years. We proceeded inside and awaited our turn through the maze, of all the scary shit they had in store for us.I could hear the screams of all the people as they made there way through the maze. It was finally my turn to walk through the maze of fucked up and I had no idea what to expect. My girl friends and I walked through each corner as figures in a creepy costumes popped out trying there best to scare us. One person scared us so bad I some how got separated from all of my friends. I began screaming out loud wondering if my friends could hear me. I sat there on the ground in the dark begging for one of my friends to hear me. Next thing I know a figure in a clown costume, comes up to me and grabs me by the hand leading me into a room. I thought he was leading me to the exit and I was sadly mistaken. The clown chained my hands and feet and placed me on a table covered in nails. I began screaming begging for help. People walked passed me thinking it was all part of the fun. They sat there and watched as the clown began to push me down on the spikes. Slowly the spikes began to tear through my flesh. Blood began to gush all over the table seeping into the ground. I screamed in pain as this clown tortured me infront of all these people who were completeing the maze. The clown began cutting my feet off and throwing it at the people that walked by, they were just laughing saying how realistic this was. The finale was the clown sliting my throat as he drank my blood and spit it at people as they walked by.I guess these haunted houses are haunted.
Taboo Phone Sex to Victimize Me
I’m a fucking victim, a useless fucking victim that is here for your taboo phone sex pleasures. There really is not a reason that I deserve to live much less even go with any form of dignity. Your looking at the most worthless fucking pile of shit around, and I deserve every degrading and mutilating thing you do to me.
Fuck, I do not deserve to fucking live! You can snuff me out after you take every bit of use of me… make me a human toilet, ass rape porn me with a knife. I want to be shit on, spat on, cummed on, and fucking bled to death. I’m a worthless piece of shit this is what I deserve.
Pavlov’s torture chamber
I had blacked out, and had no Idea where I was, or how I got here. I was being drug along on pavement, but I couldn’t see anything. I’m blindfolded. Everything hurts like I had ran a marathon. My blindfold is removed, and my eyes blink trying to strain to see. Your face swims into view. I remember seeing you in the store, you seemed so pleasant. But why are you here? Why am I here? Oh god. You took me, didn’t you? Why?
You tell me to shut my fucking face, and do as I’m told. That if I’m lucky someone will see me again some day. You use a pocket knife to slice my clothes from my body, and strap me to something that resembled a massage table blended with a pelvic exam chair. You fastened my arms and legs down, adding a strap across my hips for good measure. My head was restricted as well. I saw a blank blue screen a few feet in front of me. You rolled in this powerful looking machine, which had two huge dildos extending from it. Oh fuck, oh fuck! You rolled it right up to me, piercing both of my fuck holes simultaneously. I cried out from the pain of the sudden gaping of my tiny holes. You slapped my face hard and told me to be silent. That I was just a disposable little fucking whore, no more than a pet, lower than an animal. You instructed that I was not to be allowed to speak like a person, that I was to only bark, and whimper. I was so fucking scared, I started begging for mercy. You landed a bone-jarring strike to the other side of my face, making me see stars. He turns on the screen, and the machine. I was bawling as the automatic fucker ravaged my tiny holes.
Minutes went by, bleeding into hours. I lost track of time in the agony of what was happening to my body. Every time I got close to an orgasm, the machine clicked off, and right when I would catch my breath, it would begin again. Over and over while the screen played videos of girls being savagely taken by man and beast alike. They were beaten, made to stay on all fours, eat out of pet dishes, shit in the corner, and present their asses when told.
You finally came back. My mind was broken. My body was a shit, piss, blood, and pussy juices covered trembling mess.
You stood before me. “What’s your name, pet?”
I whimpered. “I said, what’s your fucking cunt name?!” I managed a small bark. You were pleased. You collard me, released me to the floor.
“Time to go meet your furry companions, and your new masters you fucking cum slut!”
Castration Phone Sex?
Castration phone sex is so much fun. You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.
A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories. The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?