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Craving Sweet Young Flesh

Your wickedly evil and devious accomplice, Aria is ready for some sadistic fun and feeling those intense cravings come over my entire body. I share my thoughts and ideas with you and we plot another perfectly torturous session with some innocent and pure little piece of untouched flesh.

My heart pounds through my chest when we finally have her in our clutches and all those wicked, deliciously evil and violent fantasies are going to be played out right before our very eyes. I need all my senses satisfied with this little worthless fuck slut,

I want to hear her pathetic screams for mercy, see the terror and blood stream down her soft, smooth skin, touch her tiny virgin pussy and use it to our most nasty and sadistic purposes and taste her creamy, crimson and delicious blood.

I feed off of her terror and the look in her eyes as she realizes that she is never getting out of this, her fate is now sealed and she slowly gives in to her upcoming violent and extremely gory and bloody demise. My cunt throbs anticipating every move and step we take toward that erotic and intense craving I need to feed and satisfy and to purge myself of taking her life force from her and actually feel it dissipate before my very eyes.

We always have the most sensual and intense fuck session after an erotic fetish we fulfilled to the fullest…until the nest time.

I am his

 

I can hear him walking down the stairs again.
I can’t help it but I’m shaking.
I don’t know if it’s because this hell room is cold or because I know he is going to touch me again.
I can smell his cigarette, his cologne mixed with whiskey and the smell of tide.
The smell of tide reminds me of home and makes me hopeful that he is just going to let me go.
I have been down here for 3 no 5 days? maybe its just been a couple of hours. I honestly don’t know.
I start crying as i hear him open one of the drawers behind me.. Please don’t let it be the whip again..
He sets something beside me. and spreads my legs open wide. I know what he is going to do..
I can hear the swishing of the air as he is working on his form..
Then he teases my pussy and ass with the whip.. then pulls back and i brace myself for the hit but he starts teasing me again.
SMACK and a cry out from me as he spanks my pussy. He is laughing and calling me his dirty whore.
He starts to tease me again and hits me so hard I felt my skin tear.
He stops, bends down and pours something on to my broken skin and it burns.
As its burning he shoves a hard and very cold object up my ass and it starts to vibrate.
My body is so overwhelmed by the pain from the tare and the pain of this thing in my ass but turned on by the vibrations.
He gets up again and pours more of his liquid on my ass checks as it burns more.
Then he starts whipping my pussy and ass even more. This time he hits my clit over and over again it makes me cum. I now know its his time to cum. He is going to fuck my mouth until I puke all over his cock and he will cum deep down my throat and make me swallow him.
I don’t know what is worse that he face fucks me to cum or that a part of me likes being his dirty fucking whore.
I am used to being used by men. That’s why I don’t fight. I know at some point he will just let me go but he will always be there watching and waiting for me to be alone so he can grab me and drag me into the dark and violate my ass again. And deep down inside of me I’m wanting it..

Black Bitch

The first time my husband even proposed the idea of selling me I thought he was joking. When I turned around and saw the rage in his eyes and the sweat dripping down his face. That’s when I knew he wanted to sell me for his next fix. He begged me and said if I loved him I’d do it. I couldn’t understand why my fucking husband would want me to suck another man’s dick for money. This pissed him off so bad he punched me in the face and dragged me by my hair to the linen closet. He locked me in there without food or water until I agreed to be his fuck whore. I was dressed in this sexy lingerie and forced to let men fuck me one after the other until my pussy was bloody and swollen. I had to sleep with my legs open because of how sore it was which brought on even more abuse and torture. I was the property of a gang and called their black bitch. I don’t think they even know my real name at this point. I dream of the day that they beat the last breath out of me. Only then will my misery end.

blood for the chosen 1

That shit you’ve heard? It’s true. Sometimes I get a little low. And I never stay that for long . . . you see, I’m rarely ever sober. So when I’m without the effects of my beloved drink and drugs, I live in a perpetual state of wild rage. Anger boils in my heart when that little girl on the park swing looks over at me. I’m just conducting my business, goin’ about my fucking life, and I intercept a happy-go-fucky parade. Oh, just my pissing luck. I fucking hate society, the human race, and anyone with a tacky goddamn smile on their lying face, just begging me to rub it off with the heel of my combat boot. That’s how I was feeling when a little runt bumps into me and spills her snow cone all over my top. I couldn’t let it go, I just couldn’t. I had to slit her throat and watch the blood bubble up from her lungs like gurgling butterflies caught in the net of her esophagus. It was beautiful. I clung to her like a lifeline as I watched the inner strength fade away from her. She was draining her own memories, her own past, losing her future at my hands. My grasp…’round her neck. The blood on my hands was so red and vivid it made me do a double take. I couldn’t believe it. I needed more…so I took it. I lowered my head and began to drink. I licked it up like her fading life energy was my salvation. And when I dropped her motionless, wet body to the pavement below, I realized the ice of the snow cone was stained red, too. I didn’t know if it was the cherry flavoring or the blood I had spilled, but nevertheless, I’d smeared that white beyond repair…

Accomplice phone sex with the Mortician of Souls

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I got called in for an emergency; some old man had died and his wife demanded that he be embalmed and the funeral happen in 24-hours, which is not usual. I laughed and thought that the broad had probably gotten tired of his ass and killed him. Sure enough, when she showed up, she didn’t look like a widow: she had on a tight pink dress that showed her ample and fake cleavage. I overheard her talking about how her husband had left a note that all of this should take place A.S.A.P. because he didn’t want her to suffer through the loss longer than she had to. She had a dyke accompanying her, and I believe that was the real reason for the hurry.

I embalmed the stupid son-of-a-bitch; and, I caught a glimpse of why he died…poisoning. I wasn’t surprised, and I would have just let it go, but I thought of something better. I worked extra-hard and got him prepped in no time; then, I left but re-entered through the back. I had laced her sparkling water and waited for her to approve the body. She walked in and stood in horror; I had propped her deceased husband up, eyes open, and posed in a relaxed state. With the lighting, he looked like he was waiting on her. I jammed a cloth in her mouth before she started screaming; and, then, I laid her on my table. I told my boss that she had left and I returned to my victim, who was completely conscious now.

Happily I traced a pen around her breasts where I’m sure the incisions had been made for her breast augmentation. I carved out the flesh and then played with them in front of her, flicking the nipples. It was the best puppet show as the stupid bitch started to lose consciousness…but not before I slit her pretty little face and held a mirror up for her to see. Her last moments were looking at her own mutilated body and screaming; then, I took a picture of her holding a pair of scissors above her ripped torso. She had, after all, done this to herself! 

I put the breasts in the coffin, under the pillows of the old man; I thought he’d appreciate that gesture. Then, I buried the bitch in an animal graveyard. Poor thing left a note…that she had felt so sad about her husband’s death that she wouldn’t need any of the money and was disappearing to grieve; no one mentioned that the handwriting didn’t look like hers. Hahaha!

Part 2 Fantasy Fullfilled

Accomplice Phone sex with WIllow

Part 2

“I am going to fuck her mouth first.” You say to me.  She starts screaming but the gag over her mouth muffles the sound.  ‘Bite my dick bitch and I’ll make it even worse.” You tell her emphatically as you remove her gag.  She starts screaming you look at me and I back hand the bitch.  She bleeds and I laugh. You straddle her chest slap her face with you big mushroom headed cock.  You slam into her mouth at once. “Fuck yeah bitch take it, your nothing but a filthy whore and I am going to enjoy fucking each of your holes.” Then you begin to grunt with every thrust, grabbing the head board so you can really choke the little cunt.  Her mouth and tight throat feel good on your cock. You pull out enough so that she can give your cocks head the attention it so deserves. Then you climb down her body and feel her you pink pussy and find that she is wet.  A true slut like you wanted.  You don’t bother preparing her little snatch you just thrust your big veined covered cock into that tight little channel of hers.  She screams, begs you to stop. You tell me to sit on her face and make her be quite.  Fuck it is so hot to see you violate this little piece of ass. I straddle her face and make her work my pussy good. Now you have buried your cock in the little whore and as you fuck her wild. You slap my tits which makes me cum so hard.  You tell me good and kiss me violently knocking out teeth together while we dual each other with our tongue.  I smile and tell you not forget about her asshole. She tries to resist but you punch her in the gut. You tell me to untie her legs. Then you dangle her legs over your shoulders and tell me to spank the little whore until she is nice and red.  I get out the paddle and abuse her ass. You tell me enough. Then without any lube only her bloody pussy juice you slam that cocks straight up her rose bud ass hole.  She screams,”NOOOOO not there that hurts so much.”  I laugh at her and tell her, “Shut the fuck up you’re enjoying this!” Then you begin to fuck her as with such force it tears her and you can see the blood come from her ass. You pound her the little cum dumpster so hard the bad and her move back and forth.  “Yeah you slut bag whore take this cock take it up your asshole.” You pant heavily grunting and grinding into her asshole.   “I am going to cum.” You pull out of her ass and straddle her again she trashes around trying to get away from you. You force your cock in her throat and tell her, “Swallow all of my cum and clean this cock well.” You tell me to pinch her nose.  Now she can’t breathe and it excites you even more.  You fuck her mouth even harder then you yell, ”You stupid piece of shit whore swallow!!!” Then you cum in her mouth.  “Good girl”. You tell her and realize she wasn’t screaming or thrashing around in the bed.  She’s dead. You look at me and thank me for all I have done for you.   I tell you it was pleasure I hate stuck up snob bitches.  You leave and I take care of everything else.

Baby Cherries Bye-Bye

I love listening to babies scream! Have you ever broken a baby’s hymen? Well, it’s a lot of fun. I like to stick my fingers in their little diapers and feel around for those tiny cunny slits. When I find that wet baby hole, I make sure to peel apart those miniature pussy lips. So precious, tender, and fragile. So thrilling to fuck up! One of my drug dealers loves playing this game with me. He masturbates into a baby bottle and rubs his cock against the plastic container ’til his screwrod spills cum inside. Then I take the baby bottle filled with the guy’s spermy spud and bring it over to the house I’m babysitting at. When the younger brats are in bed, I spend a lot of time in the nursery. After all, such a small, defenseless baby can’t tell her mommy and daddy that I’m torturing her fuck holes. When the adults are away, the sitter will play! I doooo play. I shake that baby bottle full of adult man semen into that baby’s cunny hole and make sure to do it hard until she cries. I want to impregnate this little whining bitch some day. I know it’s hard to get young baby girls pregnant because they have to be ovulating, but it never hurts to try. Such a tiny little itty-bitty canal–I want to force my entire hand up there and split it apart someday.

STay awAy and don’t come Back

She said she wanted to be my friend. Everywhere I went, the stupid, worthless cunt followed like a poor little puppy dog lost in the world like a maze. When I ditched school for a few days to get high and fuck some dick, floundering in debauchery and soaking up the sin like the Absinthe running through my veins, she sent me some crybaby texts about missing me. How’d the stupid slut get my phone number? I show my true colors–quiet, sinister, seductively deadly–by acting like an lethal monster to everyone I come across. I don’t fucking want them to know me. I don’t want them to fucking like me. I don’t want them to fucking TEXT me. The peckerhead was getting involved where she was not wanted. Almost ruined one of my illicit deals by running her stupid goddamn trap where it did not belong. The wrong place at the wrong time? I don’t believe it. She’d been following me. I found the asswipe whore after school, pushed her against the wall and told her straight-up to FUCK OFF or she’d be in for it. Did she want her little pussy sliced apart and baked into a nutsack pie? I poked her with my sharp nails and scratched them slowly across her skin, prickling the senses and leading her attention astray. “I will fuck you up,” I whispered down to her. “Don’t mess with me.” But the next day, she still hadn’t learned her lesson. I saw her leaving the principal’s office with a guilty look on her face. FEAR. She was scared shitless when she saw me watching her. That’s when I knew what I had to do. I waited to get her alone, and jumped her. I wrapped a nylon cord around her throat and choked the bitch until her skin was completely indented with my malicious intent. I pulled it taut and watched her struggling cease. At first she batted at my hands and groaned, kicking, trying to escape. Screams filtered from the corner of her mouth. She managed to hit me in the side of the head. I smacked her against the wall and tightened the cord further. It wasn’t until I’d heard that distinctive SNAP! that I stopped tugging and tied the knot on the noose. Precious. I tied it up to the hook on the ceiling and walked away, brushing my hands on my sullied jeans as I left. She’s gonna look fucking great there, hanging like the shitscared baby ass motherfucker she is. In the meantime while I wait for them to discover her depressing suicide . . . I deserve a cocksucking serial number for all the sluts I’ve killed.

Intervention!

A few months ago, I get a call from a regular client, Donnie. He tells me that his cunt slut little step daughter, Hannah, is planning on going to the cops to fuck up my babysitting service. I let four neighbors fuck her tight cunt every Thursday night for two years, and still managed to keep her asshole on reserve for when Donnie got home. It’s a lot of work every week, keeping four dicks away from a perfectly good ass. You can see why I was angry. I show up at the house that night, and Hannah tries to bolt for the back door but my loyal clients are waiting outside. Ken and Jerry tear the cumbag’s skirt off and shove their fingers into her pussy. That bitch screamed bloody murder while five guys finger-fucked her nasty pussy and asshole. Finally Donnie rammed that bitch’s head into the concrete patio and started pounding her so hard, I swear Hannah’s A-cup tits were slapping her in the face. Each guy took turns filling her cunt and ass with sweet cum, and then it was my turn. I took a metal spatula from the grill and smacked her ass over and over and over again until blood ran down her thighs. Then I rammed the handle up her cunt and fucked her until she passed out. Donnie couldn’t hold his load anymore. He turned Hannah over and throat fucked her until cum dribbled out from the corners of her mouth. That stupid unconscious whore choked to death on her step daddy’s cum. We dumped her in a forest, and Ken stayed behind to make more holes in her body. Later, I went back to find her skull. She’s my little trophy now, and boy, does she look good on my dresser.

Be Careful What You Ask For

Taboo phone sex CassandraIt is no secret that I am a subby whore with rape phone sex fantasies. Ever since I was young, I have dreamed of men taking me, degrading me and doing whatever the fuck they wanted to me; even if it left me battered and bloody and within inches of my life. Well, last night, one of my taboo phone sex fantasies, became a reality. See, I have always wanted to be used by a group of bikers. I mean rough sex, where I am being choked, slapped, beaten, spit on, peed on, humiliated, gagged, burned and tortured with big cocks. I put on a slutty outfit that definitely screamed I was asking for it and headed to this dive bar around the corner known for attracting a rough, even violent, crowd. As soon as I walked in and saw drunken biker guys, my pussy came alive and my clit started aching for some hard core action. I walked right up to some guys at the bar and said, “Get me drunk and do whatever you want to me.”

Well, the drinks started coming faster than I could drink them, and guys started lining up. One biker was, “enough of this shit, this bitch needs to put her money where her mouth is,” and he slammed me against the bar so hard it left a big purple bruise across my tits. I felt my panties being ripped off me, my head being shoved down on the bar and a hand choking my throat. The next thing I felt was a fist, an entire hand, being shoved up my ass, then another fist up my tight twat. The bartender hopped up on the bar sorta like an accomplice and began telling guys what to do to me; how to hurt “this bitch.” I felt my ass being ripped apart first by fists, then by cocks, and finally by beer and whiskey bottles. It hurt soooooo good. Pain equals a soaking wet cunt for me. One guy took bottles of Jack off the shelf, shoved them in my mouth to suck then fucked my ass and cunt with them. And not the thin neck of the bottle, but the thick square end of it. The neck stuck out my pussy and ass so they could do shots of whiskey from my tortured holes and twist the bottles deeper into me. One guy said I was the new shot machine; all you had to do was smack my ass hard enough and that the whiskey would poor itself. These dudes were some sick mother fuckers and I was in for way more than I bargained for.

As one guy was making me gag with his huge cock and slapping my face, the wicked bartender said “pee in the bitch’s mouth.” But they all heard the command and lined up to pee in me and on me. It was so degrading and disgusting. I tried to close my mouth and one of them cut me with his pocket knife across my right cheek and said if I was gonna fight, he would cut my face up so bad my momma wouldn’t recognize me, because no one gives a fuck about a dirty little fuck slut like me. Would you hurt me if I resisted whatever you wanted to do to me? I hope so, because I need to learn to be a good nasty bitch. So, there I lay, on the bar, with bottles of whiskey in my ass and cunt, bleeding and smelling like a human toilet. I was used for hours. I was drenched in cum and pee; cut and bleeding; burned with cigarettes; slapped around; tortured with bottles and all sorts of objects from the bar. I was even whipped with wallet chains. I don’t know how I got the fuck home, but I guess some one was nice enough to dump my tortured ass on my living room floor. But by the looks of the carpet burns on my tits, face and knees, I was fucked passed out there. Maybe it was you, my curious neighbor, who saw me being dumped like garbage and took advantage of the opportunity to have your way with a bitch that can’t resist? I love being used and degraded, but sometimes, I get scared, not knowing how far you will go to get your rocks off. The hardcore taboo phone sex fantasies are what get my fuck hole juices flowing, but sometimes you horny fucks go beyond my wildest imagination and not only hurt me badly, but leave me with regret. One of these days, I am gonna get myself into a dark fantasy that gets way too real.