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Ring Around The Rosie

violent phonesex shadowHer name is Rosie and I got her just for you my dark and demented lover. You would have never gone and gotten her yourself. You want this but you want me to do the dirty work and that is fine with me I love doing the dirty work so that we can enjoy the pleasure of her screams together. Let’s play ring around the Rosie. Let’s surround her and rip her flesh with dthis dull blade. Watch me cover myself with her blood before pressing my bloody body against yours and giving you permission to fulfill your P – rape fantasies on her tight, bald pussy. My cunt is twitching and quivering knowing that you are going to be ruthless just for me and that your dick will fill me once it is bloody and satisfied by the dark desires with in you. Our pleasure is her pain, just as it should be.

No One Knows

On a hot summer night I offered my throat

to the monster with the red roses.

He offered me his mouth, teeth,  and hunger.

I knew he would starve without me.

 

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning,

there was fog crawling over the sand.
When you listen to my heart,

you hear my terror churning.
I see the bloody shards cutting
through my trembling hands.

You were licking your lips
with your scissors shining.
you were dying just to take your  taste.
We were kneeling together in a puddle of blood
and by the the light of the moon.
You knew there wasn’t a moment to waste.

You hold my throat and my knees grow weak.
As my body gets prepared for the ground.
I’m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can’t seem to make any sound.

Then you cut my tongue right out of my mouth.
All the while you were still fucking me.
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I see that you’re beginning to grin.
We’re finally alone and you can do what you want.
The night is young
And Ain’t no-one gonna know where I am
No-one gonna know where I am….

Dreaming or Scheming

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It was dark, and I could hear footsteps outside of my door, assuming it was my dad, or some of his friends, I went to turn the lights on and pull my top off. May as well just get ready for the fucking that normally happens. I stopped in my tracks as I glanced around, taking notice rather quickly that something about my room was very off. My bed was at center, no sheets, one pillow, metal frame, the room itself, was barren, all except for what looked to be a man sitting slumped in the corner.
“Hey!” I called out, going to grab his shoulder, to see if he was ok. He didn’t move, so I tried to pull him back, “You drunk or some-”.
I was cut off by the shock that caught in my throat, he fell backwards, the entire front of his body covered in blood, a chunk missing out of his throat, parts of his arms ripped apart.
I wasn’t sure how to feel, something about it didn’t seem real, like I couldn’t put together that there was actually a dead person in my very empty bedroom! I went to the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge, so the window was my next option. That’s when I got a look at my reflection.
He wasn’t the only bloody one.
It was all over my face, smeared and dried on my cheeks and lips.
I stumbled back, going to the door again, pounding on it, screaming for my daddy to let me out, but the door swung open, knocking me back.
The guy that came in was one of my dad’s work friends, Rick was his name, he towered over me, and when he grabbed my face with those big gruff hands of his something so strange happened, I didn’t go limp or cry like normal, I stood when he pulled me up, and as he started to take his massive cock out, I kissed his neck.
He seemed pretty happy about that for a few moments, grabbing my panties and yanking them off of me. I shoved him to the bed and for some reason… I felt so strong, because he just fell back onto his ass.
I straddled him, my fingers going to my already slick cunt as I pressed down on the cock, being filled up by him immediately as he grabbed my hips and yanked me down. I rode him like that cock was carved out for me by the gods. I don’t know how many times I came, but when he started slapping me around, I grabbed his hands with my sudden brute strength, holding them at his sides as I went from kissing him to biting him.
I remember it being his lips first, the way my teeth went through them so smoothly, I could taste his blood, and his pain. Something about the feeling was breathtaking.
He was trying to get me off of him by then, but there was no way I was giving up a good cock in my cunny just because of a little… split lip.
I kept fucking that dick, kissing and biting more at his face until the feeling of pumping blood from his neck called to me, and rather than spitting out the chunk of flesh that time, I swallowed.
That’s when I realized how hungry I was.
I kept eating him, even after I finished fucking him, I ripped his skin apart, throat torn the last few raspy breaths of his life stuck in my head like a song on repeat.
Ever bite I took, it still felt like I wanted more.
Then the door opened again.
It was time to see who was next.
That was, of course, until I woke up.
God, I was so hungry when I woke up.

Mutilation Phone Sex with Blair: Broomstick Anal GangBang

mutilation phone sex rough analFor Halloween, I am always a sexy witch. I got the pointy hat, broomstick and sexy witch’s outfit. My son and I were going to a party at a  friend of his house, so I wanted to look extra hot. The party was fun; lots of cute boys and wicked party favors. I was doing lines of coke all night and slinging back the Jager bombs. After a while, I became cognizant, even in my doped up stupor, that I was the only female left. I actually thought that was a good thing. I believed I was going to get gangbanged. I got gangbanged all right, but not by cocks.

My son dragged me down to the basement of his friend’s house and tied me up, bent me over with my ass totally exposed. I still thought I was going to get cock. I could see the guys lining up, but none had their cocks out. They each were holding a broom stick, with my son holding the one I brought to the party. I was going to be sodomized by broom handles. One by one they approached me and shoved a broom handle up my ass repeatedly. No lube or nothing. Just rough anal torture. I was crying. I could feel blood running out my ass. I think my insides were even getting stirred up. The pain was excruciating. My ass was being mutilated by broomsticks. I was crying, begging for them to stop, but they only listened to my son, my Master who was telling them to go harder, deeper and faster. My ass would never be the same again.

After hours of anal torture, it was my son’s turn. He said he saved the best for last. He kissed my mouth then rammed my broomstick up my ass so hard I puked from the pain. He shoved it in and out for a good 20 minutes. When he pulled out the broom handle from my ass, it was covered in blood and shit. He made me suck it clean.  I had to suck my bloody, shitty broom stick in front of all his friends who had participated in my anal violation.

When I had spit shined that broomstick, my son released me. He made me bend over and look in a mirror to see the damage to my ass. I had a complete rectal prolapse.  My asshole looked like a rose. It was bright red, and inside out. I have had rough anal before, even two cocks in my ass at a time, and been fisted, but nothing hurt more than being sodomized by broomsticks. I had to crawl upstairs, bleeding, nauseated , humiliated and in pain. My son and his friends just laughed.

When I asked if I could go home and tend to my wounded ass, my son slapped me, and said, “Silly mommy. That was just foreplay. The night is still young.”

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Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: Buried Alive

evil phone sex bondage blondeI thought today would be an ordinary day. Not that a professional submissive has ordinary days, but I thought I would be playing normal bondage games with my master. He was in a much more evil mood than usual. He put me on a rack and elongated me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tombstone and a wooden casket. I got really scared. He was going to kill me. This was the day I would be snuffed out. I knew it was coming, but didn’t think this soon. I pleaded with him, said I would do anything, any sick depraved thing he wanted, just let me live.

He approached me with a menacing grin and said, “Oh Cassandra, I am not going to kill you. I’m just going to bury you alive. If you die, it’s your fault for not fighting hard enough for to live.” Then he carried me over to the casket and dumped me inside. He nailed the coffin shut. There were little pin holes in the wood so I could get some air. But once I was under dirt, it would become difficult. I was pounding the coffin in a moment of panic, when I remembered all the horror movies I have seen and my master’s words. I need to not panic, save my energy and my air. I could feel him pulling the coffin. He put me in the truck and took me somewhere. I would later find out it was an old abandoned cemetery.evil phone sex torture whoreMaster was prepared. He had the ground already dug up because he just dropped me in a hole. Then I could hear the dirt hitting the casket and some dirt was coming in through the holes. I was trying my best to conserve my air and think. Think how I could survive being buried alive. I have really long finger nails. I tried digging at the wood , but that was taking too long and would not work. So, I used my nails to push up the nails. My fingers were bloody and I even ripped off several of my nails. My fingers were sore and broken, but I got several nails out. Enough that I could use my strength to push up the top of the casket.

Dirt started pouring in. I closed my eyes and my mouth and dug myself out. I pushed my hands up and clawed over and over and over as fast as I could. Luckily, I wasn’t down too deep. I could feel worms in my fingers and all sorts of other creepy crawlies. I was trying not to wig out but it was gross. I got my hand out through the dirt and felt cool air. I was close. I went faster, as fast has my hands could scoop and dig. Finally I broke through the ground. Dirt in my ears, my mouth, up my nose…I puked up some dirt, was coughing and gagging, but was alive. Master was sitting on a tombstone with a timer and laughing. It took me 3 hrs and 22 mins to get out.  He was impressed. 

It was quite scary, but exhilarating at the same time. Despite all my snuff fantasies, I did want to live, and fought for my survival. Master now will have more survival tests for me to pass. What survival games should you and I play?

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Waiting for the Doorbell

Halloween is coming and I know what you have planned. You have beaten all of us girls beyond recognition, and our scars and blood and overall appearance rivals any zombie costume that could be made by using makeup. Some of us are acged, and some just tied, in the basement of your wicked looking house. Its a favorite trick-or-treat house for the neighborhood bratss every year. They dare each other to come knock on the door for a treat. I know this, because I remember the year I did it – the last taste of freedom I will ever have.

My friends dared me to go to your door. Your house was creepy and rumored to be haunted. Even during the day we would cross the street on the way home from school, rather than walk close to it. You were rarely ever seen, and some of the other brats said you had been seen burying bodies in your back yard. It had all sounded so ridiculous to me. It was Halloween, and I was a brave little thing, well a show-off anyway, and I was going to ring your bell. None of my friends would go to the door with me, they waited across the street.

I rang the bell, and the door swung open. You were no where to be seen. I was so scared, but I peeked inside. From nowhere, your arm reached out and grabbed my throat, yanking me the rest of the way inside, slamming the door behind us. Your grip was so tight I couldn’t even scream, and you dragged me deeper into the house. You threw my tiny body onthe floor, and began slapping me until my mouth and nose were bleeding. You took my princess costume and ripped it off my body, pinching and biting me like a monster, and I felt like I was having a nightmare.

You took your cock our of your filthy jeans and fucked my tiny pussy right there on the floor as I bled everywhere. You tore my body to shreds until the sun came up the next day. I will never forget that night, even after all the torture you have instilled on me since then. Now, I rot in your basement, useless and pathetic. You still torture me and fuck me, but I know its not the same as the first time. Halloween is almost here, and I know you are waiting for the next little brave girl to come up and ring your bell. Your collection of broken princesses grows each year. If only they were smart enough to stay away from the haunted house.

The Family Scarecrow Curse

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My great grandparents were simple folk from the mid west. They had owned a few farms and lived off their land. When they died, they left the only farm house that was still standing in the family. My mother said I could go check it out, and if I felt like it was something I could handle on my own, it would be mine to have. But the more I learned of this property, the less it became about me having a home to call my own, it was the legends of the family scarecrow.

There had been many stories in our family that this particular piece of land was cursed. My great grandparents were not good people and had tortured many of their slaves. And so apparently one of the slaves that was used in many breeding rituals was a young witch. The tale of her says, that the last thing she saw before she died, was the lonely scarecrow out in the field. There were a few pictures of it in old family albums, and undoubtedly, it was creepy. After her passing there were accounts that anyone that came into contact with the scarecrow would have nightmares so awful, than ran screaming from the property. Dreams of their skin being carved off of them by something they could not see. Dreams so realistic that it caused more than a few to go insane. Eventually the farm was abandoned, and no one dared touch the scarecrow.

When I arrived at the property I was filled with dread, and a calming sense of terror. This was a perfect place to bring my victims to.. a sleepy little town.. Evil just lurked about. It was too perfect. I headed down to the farmhouse with a sense of purpose, me and this scarecrow spirit were going to get to know each other really well.

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Evil Phone Sex with Venus: Just a Little Ole Halloween Prank

evil phone sex bloody knifeI am not exactly the kind of girl to punk someone or even play a practical joke. I’m more the dark serious type. However, I have no problem pulling an evil Halloween prank, especially on someone I cannot stand like my best friend’s cheating, lying, tool of a boyfriend. If I could kill him I would. But then I would have to hear her whine about him being dead even though he is a worthless prick. I decided to scare the piece of shit. I invited him over to make peace. Me make peace that should have been the dipshit’s first clue. I knew if I came on to him, he would be all over me like Mrs. Voohrees on horny camp counselors.

He took the bait and was trying to fuck me in kitchen. I instructed him that if he wanted me, he had to work for it. First, I told him to get naked and go into the dark bathroom and sit on the toilet waiting for me. Said I would be in momentarily. Made up some shit about liking to fuck on the toilet. And I’d turn on the light once I got naked so he could bask in my beauty. I amazed myself.  When he went in the bathroom I waited for the screams. Then I heard them. I knew he had done just as instructed. I went in, flipped the light and saw him stuck to the toilet. I had glued a thousand tacks onto the seat so when he sat down naked, his flesh would be pierced. He won’t bleed out or anything, just hurt pretty good and be stuck for a bit.

I turned on the light and came over to him with my big knife and made him think I was going to castrate him. I told him he did not deserve Taryn and his cheating miserable excuse of a boyfriend didn’t deserve to have his pecker. I put the knife under his cock and made him plead to save his worthless dick. He cried, and begged and made promises of fidelity. I may have accidentally on purpose sliced him a little. Once he promised he would keep his dick in his pants and treat Taryn like the princess she is, I told him it was all just a evil little Halloween prank. I never planned to lob off his manhood. But, I made it clear to him that I was an evil bitch who loathed him and could just as easily castrate him for real if he was to ever trip and accidentally fall into someone else’s vagina again. He seemed to get the idea that I was a rather psychotic prankster. I then made him get up, warning him, he may have a few tacks stuck to his ass. The look on his face when he thought I was going to rid him of his manhood was worth the blood on my toilet. Sadly it was just a prank, albeit an evil one. But, I have castrated men for far less offenses than cheating on my BFF. Hell, I’ll castrate you just for the fun of it. Not every man deserves a cock.

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He let me out of my cage and I knew it was going to be a rough night – he was hopped up on something. I could always tell by how crazy his eyes looked and how his speech would be so fast it was almost a fucked up stutter. He rarely made eye contact with me, but tonight he did. It was a scary, empty, glazed stare, but it still sent chills down my spine. My body was sore all over, my lash marks barely healing from the other night.  He shoved me to floor and told me to get on all fours like the fuckpig I was.

I did as he said, too weak to resist. My knees were already bleeding, and the concrete just sent stinging pain up my legs. I barely even noticed. I have been through so much since I first became his toy. He came up behind me and I could feel him dangle the leather whip across my back. He laughed and told me we were going to play a game. He said that he was going to whip me as I counted backwards from 50. I knew the whip he had chosen has barbs on the ends, and I knew it would tear my skin off with every strike. There was no way I could take 50 lashes from it without being carved to the bone.

I begged him not to, even though I knew he loved to hear me beg, but I didn’t know what else to do. He slung the whip threw the air so I could hear the whoosh sound, and he slapped it on the floor in front of my face. The leather combined with the metal barbs made the most terrifying screeching sound. I was sobbing uncintrollably, still begging, when he pulled the whip up and brought it mercilessly down on my bare back. The barbs stuck in my skin and tore my flesh as he yanked the whip out. I couldn’t even scream – my breath was gone.

I crumpled to the floor and he kicked me in the side and told me to get back on all fours like a good fuck pig, or he would do it again. I used all my strength to get back on my hands an knees. He held the whip dangling in front of my face where I could see it – my own blood and skin dangling from its barbs. He told me I had a choice. Another lashing with the whip, or I could beg him to fuck my virgin ass. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious, but I glanced at him and he still had that crazy look. His cock was also hard as a rock and sticking straight up.

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I began begging him to fuck my virgin ass, and it started to work. He put the whip down, and got behind me. He was grunting like a monster as he jerked his cock in preparation to fuck my asshole. He had never done it before, and I had no idea what it would feel like. His cock is huge and dry and he knelt behind meand grabbed my hips. I felt him spit on my asshole and then he rammed his whole cock inside me so hard and fast it hurt me more than the whip did. I felt my ass tearing from the outside in and he pounded me as he grunted and made sounds like he had gone insane. I couldn’t even hold myself up, so I went limp and he ravaged my ass until I began to pass out. The last thing I saw, was a pool of blood dripping from my ass onto the floor. The last thing I heard was his maniacal laughter.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Blaze and Cassandra

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With that big ass knife that she threaten to slit my worthless whore throat with, that’s how. She threw me up against the wall, put the knife to my throat and told me to beg for my life. Blaze was a tad crazy if you ask me. I asked her if I knew her, if I had offended her in some way. Even asked if she worked with one of my masters. She informed me I was a worthless stupid cunt who posted an add on Craig List’s inviting mayhem into my life, into my home. She slapped me hard, then started cutting my clothes off with her knife until I was naked. She cut my breasts making blood  trickle down my breasts. Blaze said only a whore would have such huge fake titties. I tried to fight her, but she was stronger and more deviant than she looked.

There were repercussions for my resistance. She took that knife and shoved it up my cunt. I fell over in pain, bleeding all over the place. I passed out. I woke up in a dungeon, her dungeon. I was strapped to a bondage device. I was bleeding out on the floor and Blaze had affixed some  makeshift medical device to my wounded pussy to clot my blood so I would not bleed out. My breath was shallow and my skin turning purple. Blaze was smiling and giggling like we were playing some school girl game. I asked her for mercy and she started pounding my breasts with her fists.  They were her punching bags. She decided to beat my stomach too. I could feel myself fading again. I was in so much pain. I begged Blaze to let me go. No such luck. I pleaded again for an answer for her cruelty. She cut my leg and whispered in my ear, “Because you invited a stranger into your home.”

I was strapped to the wall, bleeding, battered and bruised, when Blaze suddenly cut me down. She looked at me slumped on the floor, kicked me in the gut and said, “Next time don’t be such a stupid cunt.” Then she left. Before she went upstairs, she opened a cellar door so I could leave. I was naked and in bad shape, but I got myself out of Blaze’s  dungeon of terror. I promised myself I would never again mess with Craig’s List.

Do you have home invasion phone sex fantasies? Perhaps, you are just into extreme bondage or torture? Whatever it is, I am your perfect victim and Blaze is your perfect accomplice.

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