Yesterday was one of the worst beatings to date that I received from my husband. He just would not let go of the idea that I had someone in the house fucking them. Well someone was in the house I dare not tell him. He wouldn’t believe me that it was against my will and he’d probably just kill me. I woke up this morning covered in bruises and a huge gash nearly on my temple.The last thing I remember was seeing his fist coming towards my head. I must had passed out from that blow to the side of my head. When I woke up my pussy had a tear in it. The only thing I can guess is that he was ramming my old pussy with the barrel of his gun again. That or he found something else to shove up in me that was rather large or very rough because this split is terrible. Every time I urinate it is excruciating. I want to scream out. But I dare not at least not if he is home. He must have sodomized me while I was passed out because my backside is very sore to the touch and is bleeding as well. I literally have to change my panties mid way through the day because I soak them with blood. I know I should go to the doctor and get some stitches but that would only cause me more issues. I am going to just have to suck it up and roll with the punches literally.
Tag: Bloody Phone Sex
Seeing Stars
Went in to town today for a couple items and I noticed two younger men checking me out. I didn’t give them much attention I just wanted to get back home before my husband otherwise there would be hell to pay. I paid for my items and loaded them up in my car. I noticed these guys had to be in their mid 20’s maybe at the most in their early 30’s had followed me out of the store. One of them approached me and asked if I needed any help. I was polite yet firm telling them no thank you. One of them said to the other she’s a feisty old bitch isn’t she?
I just got in my car locked the door and drove away. But that did not solve my problem. They followed me all the way home and pulled up right behind me. I figured I’d just move really quickly and make a run for it. Boy was I wrong. They forced their way in behind me and one of them grabbed me by my neck while the other stripped me of my clothes. Forcing me down all the while his hands were firmly wrapped around my neck they went on to have their way with me. At one point I started seeing spots I was being chocked so hard. I thought I was going to pass out but then he would let go only for a quick minute so that I could catch my breath. This went on what felt like hours. Luckily for them they made it out just minutes before my husband came home. He found me all messed up with my clothing off and instantly accused me of fucking someone. So after I took the beating from them young punks I took round two from my husband. Only he is a lot more forceful and left me with a busted lip and bloody nose.
Morticia and Karma’s Gathering
Karma and I have known each other for a while. We are two evil bitches in charge of our own followers. They worship the ground we walk on. They will do anything for us. Tonight is our gathering. We get together to worship the darkness and nature. We give ourselves to the darkness. We give back to nature. There are too many people in this world. They destroy our mother and spit on our worship. We give back to our mother earth and to our dark lord.
We take these worthless people and sacrifice them in the name of mother earth and our dark lord. We burn their skin with candles, we whip them till they are bloody. We take turns fucking them, making them beg for mercy. Making them repent for being worthless living holes. We send out our minions to do our dirty work. Karma and I are powerful. We fuck each other as we bath in the blood from our sacrifices. We finger fuck each other and make each other cum. We fuck all of our followers, leaving them wanting more from us!
Can you handle this shit loser?
Most of the time I leave my torturing to girls, sluts, other women and couples who deserve it. Other times I like to torture a nice big full pair of balls. Many guys call me knowing their a piece of shit that needs to be treated just like that. They whimper and beg for me to torture their cock and balls, to fuck them in their ass and to tell them just what a failure they are. They cry when I tell them they are pathetic, and I laugh at them as they beg for more. Humiliation and torture, you know you’ve got the meanest bitch of all. Your cock might as well get tortured with your balls, I’ll start with squeezing them real slow. Feeling my nails digging deep into your skin and the smile on my face shows you that I love causing you this pain. You deserve it, you do. You know it, and that’s why you’ve come to me. I’m not done yet. Bend over bitch to take this strap on…but you know what? It’s not just ANY strap on! It’s a very big one…that’s got nice sharp things attached to it to cut you up on the inside as I fuck you! Are you ready for a bloody time, you piece of shit?
Fantasies Can Cum True
He calls on a regular basis. Every time I hear his voice, my blood begins to run hot and my pussy gets wet, I am his Mistress and he is my sub. He needs to be put in his place. Castration, cock and ball torture, whips and chains…..he makes all my rape phone sex fantasies come true. Our last session was particularly violent and evil and our phone time together just didn’t satisfy me. I had to have more. Getting in my car I drove to the address. The car was parked in the driveway and the lights were on. Grabbing my tools and putting on my mask I approached the house. Picking the lock was easy. Once inside the smell of testosterone and masculinity filled my nostrils. I heard the shower and walked toward the bathroom, this was perfect. I opened the door with out a sound and approached the side of the tub and ripped back the shower curtain. There he stood with a soap covered hand full of cock. It took him a second to register what was happening. Just long enough for me to grab that dick and cause him some real pain. Instead of getting soft he got harder, but then I knew that was going to happen, it just had on the phone. Placing a knife to his throat and shoving him against the cold tile of the shower, the cock and ball torture began, for real….fantasies can cum true.
Stupid sluts never learn
As usual this college town never ceases to amaze me. Stupid sluts wandering out at all times of the nights, drunk and stumbling around in their slutty outfits. They’re just asking to get killed! Among other violent and brutal things… I found this college whore passed out drunk next to my car, she was OUT! I almost thought she was already dead, but once I realized she was free game I stuffed her in my car and brought her home. I planned to kill this one slowly, make the pain and suffering last a while. When she woke up I already had her tied up, but not blindfolded. I wanted her to see me cutting her. I want to see her eye wide with fear, and listen to her beg for me to spare her. But she’s no different than any other drunk whore I’ve found before, and she’ll have the same fate of them too. Fucked, used up, tortured and killed…slowly.
Skinned Alive
How could I not want to mutilate that pretty little face? It’s been a long time since I have taken out my old rusty, blood covered surgical tools. It’s time to put them to good use. Her skin changed from alabaster white to a rosy pink when I put her in my big porcelain, claw foot tub filled with water so hot that it boarder scalding. We had spent the last hour making out and she thought I was giving her a romantic bath before a long night of pussy licking. In reality my tools were under the tub and I was about to skin her alive. I started with that face. She fought and screamed but it was no use. I watched the skin peel back from her chin enjoying the tingling in my cunt as I watched the skin peel off the lips I had just been kissing. I had to kiss those whimpering lips before continuing. We had a long way to go and I would come many more times before it was all over kissing the raw meat that was revealed after peeling back her flesh as I went.
Paulina takes another pounding
After he had enough of choking me with his dick he grabbed a hold of his gun and rammed it into my shivering pussy. Driving it deep inside of me sending skin tightening sharp pains up my body. Just stabbing my old pussy with that gun as if it were a knife and my pussy was the meat. All the while he was jerking his cock in his hand taking full pleasure in my pain. Hoping he gets done with me soon not sure how much more I can take. Suddenly he stops picks me up by my neck drags me to the couch and bends me over, and begins to pound my ass with his dick. Fucking me with his gun must have really done something for him because it was all of two pumps into my tight old ass and he spewed his load deep into me. Now left here to lay with both of my holes completely stretched out. My pussy torn and bleeding and my asshole leaking of his cum. Another day another beating.
Killer Phone Sex School is in Session
Killer phone sex fun is a given with me. I am a sick bitch with a creative mind. Double trouble is my nickname. My sick world began when I was a little girl. I was sort of the Wednesday Addams of the neighborhood, then grew into the female Ted Bundy. I have never been caught because I am not a crime of passion bitch. I’m OCD about planning my kills. Even as a goth teen babysitter, I was methodical. My babysitting days are behind me. Turns out there are very few brats I like. Most of them are annoying little twat waffles. Whiny, germy, self entitled brats that waste time and energy. One summer, I spent babysitting in the Hamptons. I know what you are thinking. And you are correct. I didn’t fit in and I hated them all. But, my mother was a nanny to a very wealthy family and I went along to help out one summer. The brat in our care was actually pretty cool as far as brats go. Of course she had me as an influence for years. She was friends with this blonde, blue eyed bad seed. Little twat I am sure from the day she was yanked out of her momma’s cunt. Well she made the mistake of stealing from my little brat, bullying her and spreading rumors. Her mother’s way to deal with the devil’s spawn was simply to sever ties. My way was to sever her head.
So, I taught my brat a few moves to render the little twat incapacitated. While playing dolls, my fed up little charge smashed the bad seed’s head against the wall. She got a little carried away, crushed her skull. Eyes popped out of her head, blood splattered everywhere. I had planned to just stuff her little unconscious body in a cooler and give her a burial at sea, which still happened, just had a lot of clean up to do first. I was impressed that my charge had so much strength and anger to bash her nemesis’s head in like she did. I was a proud babysitter that day. There was a lot of blood and sinew to clean up, but it was a teachable moment on crime scene clean up. When the little twat came up missing, no one suspected me or my angelic charge. Not with all the brat molesters in the area. Let’s just say I have kept tabs on my former charge and she has done most excellent work in ridding the Hamptons of its summer trash over the years. I take pride in my tutelage. I can help you become a seasoned killer too. From young to old, I know how to get away with murder.
Medical fetish phone sex
I was in a fog, cold and shivering. I couldn’t move my arms to warm myself. I couldn’t move my legs, I tried to open my mouth but I could not. It was so dark, I could hear his foot prints coming towards me. The bright light burned my eyes, taking me a while to adjust. He walk walking around me, rubbing his gloved hands up and down my body. I could hear him moving something close to my head, I started to cry. Once my eyes began to work again I wish they never would have. I knew him, I fucked him once a week for the last 6 months.
He was twisted, but nothing like this. I tried to open my lips and felt pain as I tried to move my mouth. He laughed as he lowered a mirror so I could see my entire body. I was strapped down to a metal table. My body is completely hairless, as I am looking in horror at my body I see him coming closer to me. He was holding a knife, I tried to scream but i only ripped my lips. He told me how he has always wanted to explore a body like Doctors do. I passed out as he stuck his knife into my belly.