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Snuff Sex – Coulrophilia/Psychrophilia

Snuff sexI was hitching through North Dakota when he came across me. I felt bad about him from the moment he pulled up alongside me, but all my efforts to make him move along failed. That was when I knew I was in trouble, and I tried to take off. He was spry and agile for an older man, and he very quickly and easily caught me. I had no chance to fight; he was so quick that he had me pinned before I could even turn over. I felt him begin to bind my hands, I think it was with rope, but I would have to find out later. I struggled under him, the little bit that I was able to move. He gagged me with a ring-gag, so I knew, once again, that I was in deep shit.

He drug me back to his truck and buckled me in, since he knew I was unable to do anything about it. I have no idea how long we drove, or how far. I just know that when he stopped, it was in a place surrounded by wooded areas. The temperature was dropping, so I knew it was early evening. He drug me through the trees for a good while before finally tossing me to the ground. I could hear water, and I wondered if anyone lived nearby who could help me if I could just project my voice well enough. When he didn’t even bother trying to get me to shut up, I knew it was hopeless. He bound me, hands and feet, to roots in the ground, and I knew I would never get up from there again. He left my view, and I began to search around for a weapon of some sort.Killer phone sex

When he came back, I was completely at a loss. He was dressed as a clown! He had the makeup, a wig, everything! The only way I knew it was him was that he was carrying the clothes he had just changed out of!! He set those down, walked back out of view, and came back carrying 2 large buckets. He poured freezing water all over my body, and I began to shiver. As the night grew closer and the temperatures dropped, he kept dousing me with water until he saw ice start to form from the moisture. Then, he started some ritualistic something or other. He was touching me all over, rubbing me with various parts of his clown getup. It was as I was getting closer to freezing to death that I noticed his cock was poking a huge tent out of his outfit. It was mere moments before I drew my last breath that I saw his cock hovering above my face, and then slipping down into my throat through that ring-gag.

Ass Rape Porn – Gas Station Restroom

Ass rape pornIt was really late at night when I found the gas station along the isolated road I’d been traveling. The lights were on, and the place looked relatively clean; there was a man at the counter who appeared to be reading something. I decided to chance it – using a bathroom instead of the woods is always nice. The man behind the counter never once looked up as I walked in, passing everything to hit the restroom. I did my business, taking my time as I always did when I found a restroom along the way. I washed up at the sink, making sure to clean places that the road made sure got nice and gritty in my sweet little skirts. I never heard the door open – I just felt hands press me into the wall, crushing my face into it, as a cock jabbed up hard between my legs. It found its way, first, into my cunt, using the moisture I’d applied only seconds before to slide right in. He rammed into me a few times, making sure I got wet in the process, before pulling that right back out and jamming it into my ass. I screamed, though it was muffled by the wall my face was crammed into. He fucked me for a good while, there in that bathroom in the middle of nowhere. The entire time, my face was pressed into that wall, and when he finished with me, my face had the impressions of the wall itself temporarily tattooed onto it. I fixed myself as best I could and moved along.

Pavlov’s torture chamber

Torture sexI 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!”

Amputee Slut

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Master has been wanting to take my mutilation to a whole other level. To show me what he will ultimately do one day he introduced me to Peggy- his amputated whore. I was jealous of how beautiful she was, even with no appendages. I knew he gave her that nickname to make her feel low about herself but it didn’t seem to do much justice. She was cocoa brown all over with perky little tits all wet from soaking in the bath. She invited me into the tub and master immediately began to undress me. When I was completely naked he forced me into the tub with Peggy. Is this what he wanted me to be? His helpless slut that can’t walk she wasted no time wiggling through the shallow water and using her mouth to kiss up and down my body. Her pussy eating skills we’re out of this world! I didn’t want her to think I was freaked out by her nugget appearance so I picked her up and began to face fuck her cunt. Master watched me and his amputee get sudsy and slippery in the tub. I’ll never forget the fun we had!

Cut Me

Freddy makes me bleed in so many different ways and pushes me to new limits every time we are near each other. He is a sexy cut lover and loves when I open up my chocolate skin exposing pink flesh. I always was curious about pain and why I liked being hurt which led me to discover cutting. In  school, some girls did it for attention but I’m grown and need a new way to get my rocks off! I started slow with occasional shallow slits on my inner thigh. When I walked I would feel the burn of my wounds rubbing against the fabric of my pants. Then, I progressed on into deeper cuts that resulted in massive blood loss. I loved the way it felt to have warm blood flowing out of me and over all the sweet spots on my body. I would vigorously rub my clit until I violently orgasmed from the sensation of pain and pleasure. When I met him he pushed me to another extreme: Stabbing. He makes me stab my mound and my thighs and even right above my bellybutton. I have almost severed a couple arteries and almost punctured my uterus. That’s not enough to make me stop and every time I see him call I soak my shorts. I know that he is going to make me feel ecstasy immediately after i experience the most excruciating pain in my life. When I stab my cunt I love to feel the hot blood run down my clit and into my hole. I stab my pussy hole with the knife and lick the blood and cunt juice off after im done. It feels nowhere near as bad as it sounds and the pussy heals fairly quickly. This way I don’t have to wait too long in between my tortures. Call me and I’ll be your little pain slut too

Let me show you all about Forniphilia

domination phone sexSometimes people have a ‘strange’ or unusual fetishes but what’s a fetish if it’s not a little special? Nothing wrong with that…I’ve got more than enough taboo fetishes but one that you might want to think about trying is Forniphilia…no no I won’t tell you what it is, I’ll show you what it is. You wimpy men come here to me the bitch that is going to control you and I am going to make you my bitch – and my furniture. What? How can I possibly do that? Ahh, you have no idea what a woman like me can do to all you losers. I’ll stack you all up, make you into my fucking shelves. My human bitch shelves! Isn’t that painful you piece of shit? Do you want to see what else I have in store for you? I’ll turn you bitch-furniture into a shit toilet where I will cover you in my juices. There’s more though you pathetic losers. I am going to one by one put the weight of each item onto my shelves and you will be forced to accept your roll as my bitch furniture and my fetish for Forniphilia.

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Oh Bloody Day

taboo phone sex karmaThe weather matches my mood today. Cold and rainy and foul. And to top it all off I started my fucking period today. I need to release some of this fucked up energy I am feeling and I know just how to do it. He has been calling for months wanting to go out and do something. He is a pitiful little thing, pale and scrawny, the perfect one for me to take all my aggression out on. I call him up and invite him over. I can hear the delight in his voice. The joy is sickening and only serves to darken my mood even more. He arrives with flowers…bloody fucking hell. Grabbing him by the hair and throwing him to the ground i begin to let it all out. In seconds his clothes are ripped to shreds on the floor in a heap. His dick is rock hard and the sight of it adds more fuel to the fire burning inside of me. I rip the bloody tampon from my pussy and shove it in his mouth. To my surprise he happily sucks it, moaning with delight. Swatting over his face I push huge clots of blood into his mouth. He chews on them and swallows like a fucking brat eating candy. I grunge fuck that cock with my bloody cunt and he is eating it up. The more he likes it, the angrier I get and the more savage I become. Blood is everywhere, both of us covered in it. He is licking it up and sucking it off of me. Despite myself I cum all over his blood covered cock and he shoots a load inside me before sucking it all out of me.

Keeping Your Dreams

taboo phone sex karma1Dream catchers have always fascinated me. Perhaps because of the connection to the spirit world that they are supposed to hold. That and what and how they are made if they are authentic. A dream catcher is supposed to be placed over where you sleep, good dreams flow through the center and bad ones are trapped in the web surrounding the center and destroyed by the morning light. The hoop is made of willow and the web is made of sinew, which is actually taken from animals and made of the fibrous tissue that connect muscle to bone. Eventually the willow dries and the tension of the sinew will break the hoop. I want to make reverse dream catchers. I want the nightmares to flow through the center and the good dreams to be trapped in the web. So I have the brilliant idea to change the materials I use to make the dream catcher. I am constructing them out of the body parts of my victims and giving them to all the brats at the playground instructing them to hang them over their beds. Next week I will return to the playground and see if my evil plan worked. Just the idea that the little fuckers have pieces of dead bodies hanging over their beds is a rush in itself.

Incubus Impregnation

evil phone sex angieOn my latest adventure I found an old mansion. It was neglected, everything covered in dust, smelling of musk, death and desertion. Looking at the stairway which was once so obviously grand in it’s deteriorated state sent shivers up my spine and an electricity straight to my cunt. It was deliciously eerie. I felt a presence in the air and I was drawn to this old place. I was tiered and decided to grab the blanket from my car and the basket of food and sat on the old stair case enjoying my meal. The ambiance in this old place had me horny as hell and I couldn’t help using the empty wine bottle to fuck my wet pussy on the stairs. Satiated and full my eyes fell heavy and sleep overtook me. That is when I felt the evil incubus of the manor. His spirit heavy pressing against my body, I could smell the stench of his breath close to my face and the cold chill of his member pressing into my cunt. His weight paralyzed me, not with fear, but with an exhilaration that comes from experiencing pure evil. I hope he impregnated me with his evil seed…

 

Biker Night

snuff phone sex aubreeI needed a drink last night after a crappy day at work, so I stopped at this bar called The Strap. It was full of hardcore bikers and when I walked through the door, I felt like a gazelle running right into a pack of lions at dinner time. “Well look at this tasty piece,” the biker nearest me said, and before my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar, he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me right into a booth where he was drinking with a couple of his buddies. “Who says no one puts ‘Baby’ in the corner?” he hoarsely chuckled, and the smell of whiskey and mint chew was unmistakable on his breath. Three cold beers and two tequilas later, I was going home with three horny bikers, riding bitch with the guy who was my doorman. He may have laid claim on me first, but all three took turns with me that night. I was on all fours for most of what I could remember, getting every hole pounded as the bikers took turns with me. Two would be fucking my pussy or mouth or ass, while one of them was taking a video of all the action. When Biker #1 rode me back to my car in the morning, he said if I wanted my hands on a copy of that video I had better show up at the bar the same time next week. No doubt I will be there. Those guys don’t realize I can take a whole lot more of what they can dish out. This week can’t go by fast enough…and now I have to go to work with a fucking hangover and smelling like a truck stop ho.