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Bloody Night

torture phonesex karma.JPGThe moon is full and bright tonight and I am out for blood. Watching her little body quiver and shake is just making it better. She has cried so much that now she is just sobbing. Her face is streaked with tears. Snot is dripping sown into her mouth and she has no choice but to let it. I am not wiping it off, in fact I am enjoying watching her. Soon I will skin the little cunt alive. Peeling flesh from her body slowly and cumming to her screams of pain and agony. I will be able to see everything clearly in this bright moon light. Let the torture, pain and festivities begin.

Crimson Part 2

I always hate actually having to go and get my victims myself… the work it takes to grab them… the planning it takes… the time it takes. With all of the contacts I have one would thing that I would have no problem finding someone… anyone, to grab me a nice little tramp from a club or from a playground, but NO! I had to keep my fantasies and urges under control for 10 months until all the proper planning and stalking had been completed. None the less, here I am with the little brunette whore I picked up walking home from a nightclub with her friend… in the trunk of a modified cab car… with a chloroform soaked towel in her mouth. It’s been too long for me, I can already feel the excitement building between my legs as I park in front of an old, abandoned apartment building. I made sure to park deep in the parking garage under the apartments, it wouldn’t be good to have anyone see me dragging a limp body into an abandoned building after all. She was surprisingly light, and honestly I appreciated anything that made my life a bit easier. As we made our way into my dungeon I removed the towel from the cunt’s mouth and secured her to the hospital gurney in the middle of the cold stone room… tonight was going to be fun…TabooPhoneSexMagenta3

Hogs for a Hog

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Yes, I am a nasty bitch; so don’t think that I’m out to “right wrongs” after you read this.  It just happened; and, I still got the same thrill (okay, maybe more) from the blood and pain that I always do.  There’s a fraternity about a mile away from me; and, on one of my nightly strolls, I saw that it was lit up and loud.  That in itself was not unusual; however, I was curious at all the representations of hogs.  There were plastic hogs stuck in the ground, drawn hogs on banners, and even a mascot at the door.  It wasn’t until I watched who entered that I finally understood: the frat boys were bringing fat chicks back for a dance.  I bet they were competing for who could snag the biggest “hog.”  My malicious mind was already in overdrive.

I returned home for a couple of tools and had a few glasses of wine, enjoying myself…even laughing at my own wit.  I decided to walk back to the fraternity house; after all, I knew the stupid fuckers were incapable of holding their liquor all night.  This time, there were little paper scales littering the yard along with empty bottles and ribbons.  I almost snickered as I entered the house, looking at the stupid boys who had presented themselves to me.  Some were passed out in their own vomit; and, I thought about how they had mocked their dates for being vulnerable!

It was quite easy.  I doused them with a little extra chloroform; after all, they would bleed more because they had drunk so much.  Then, I took my scalpel and got to work.  First, I split the delicate skin of their penises; then, I peeled it back.  I chopped off their dicks, experimenting with scissors and bolt cutters.  The smell of blood finally started overpowering the smell of beer and piss.  After I had taken what had previously been their sausages, I hung them up over the mantle…where pictures of their dates had previously been.  I lined the chucks of flesh in order from largest to smallest.  I figured a few of the boys would live; and, when they saw it, they’d get a kick out of it!

The next day, I waited impatiently by my computer for news.  At first, people were saying that it was a serial killer who couldn’t stomach finishing the job; then, some people blamed feminists.  I don’t consider myself any kind of feminist; but, I will tell you…that shit was fun!

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Castration Phone Sex with Reagan * My Uncle returns

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My Uncle is a scum sucking pitiful hypocrite. Every word that comes out of his mouth is judgmental vomitous piss. I have cleaned more dignified phlegm off of my boots.

Growing up in my family was not filled with happy memories. I am sure I achieved my addiction to sadomasochism due to years of abuse. I learned quickly that love was something I was extremely disinterested in. I will not get into too much detail, but my Uncle hung around us rug-rats way too much. Being the youngest of five, I learned just how to avoid him if I could. He was drunk and on dope a lot. Most days a shower was the last thing on his agenda, and unfortunately his main agenda was to depredate my siblings.

It had been years since his memory contaminated my thoughts, than out of the blue there he was. I was surprised at how much rage I still contained for this piece of shit. He still smelled of piss, but I knew what had to be done. It was time to enjoy looking at his cock for once. I invited him in and let him believe that I loved my sweet old Uncle.

Once I had him downstairs, I bashed his head in when he was bent over to take off his pants. Ha! He thought I wanted his pathetic vomit? During that sweet moment of satisfaction, he moaned like a goddamned pig as I sliced the meat between his balls and cock, and in one swift moment his shame came out of his almost dilapidated dick.. spasm after spasm.. blood and cum.

He thought I was going to stop the bleeding I think, cause he begged me. Funny how the tables turn.

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Crimson Part 1

Crimson. My favorite color. It’s such a sweet and satisfying feeling; coming home from a long night of stalking and playing, covered in the sticky life liquid. The fear in their eyes is just as sweet. The fear is half the fun after all; look in that little cunts eyes as I grab her from the street into a dark alley. She was walking home with her friend, coming home from a nice night at a local club. Neither was drunk, just a bit tipsy… but oh how lovely would the brunettes white tube dress look after it was stained red with her blood and black with my sin. I didn’t even give her time to scream… As soon as I grabbed her I had shoved a towel covered in chloroform in her mouth and forced her into the back a a cab car I had modified. The only door that would open was the driver’s door, all the others had been welded shut. The windows could not be rolled down, and I had made sure that the windows were tinted dark as the night itself. I had my dungeon all set up for us, it is going to be a very fun night…

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Taboo Phone Sex: Horror Movie Night Gone Wrong with Cassandra

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One night, many years ago, I was sitting on the couch with a male friend of mine watching a horror movie: “Candyman.” It was pretty scary to me at the time. I commented to my companion that I thought the idea of summoning a dead evil spirit who would control and own you was kinda hot; especially if a big black evil spirit. Well my date did not like that at all. Not sure if he got jealous because I was hinting that I wanted big black cock. Next thing I know he is yanking me by the hair and saying my name  over and over in a creepy voice like in the movie. Then he starts to drag me through the house. He throws me down into the basement and locks the door. What seems like hours later, he comes down, strips me naked and ties me up. When I start to scream he puts a ball gag in my mouth just like The Candyman did to some blonde in the movie. He then shows me a hook like the Candyman sports. My eyes get real big and I fear he is gonna ram it up my ass or something. He just kept saying my name “Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra.” It was like he was taunting me. I was his prey, his victim. I had no idea when I came over to watch a movie with him that he had a dungeon in his basement. I could see torture devices, bondage equipment, sex toys galore… He knew what he had planned when he invited me over.

I was tied up to a bench for hours.  His Candyman hook used to cut my back, rip my ass open and cut my breasts. Just like the Candyman, he said, “Be my victim.” I could see he was obsessed with horror movies. I saw a Freddy Krueger glove, a Jason hockey mask, a mask and knife like Michael Meyers, a Scream mask,  a chainsaw… I was in a horror obsessed serial killer’s dungeon. Is that what he does? Invite a hot woman over for a scary movie then kill her like the madman in the movie?

I could not talk because he gagged me just like the Candyman did. But my head was racing… I wanted to escape but I was tied tightly and mutilated.  I tried to escape somewhere in my head to forget the pain, but he kept cutting my back, torturing my ass, ripping my flesh; there was no mercy. As blood was gushing down my back, I felt his cock ram into my ass. He was turned on by the blood, turned on by my gaping flesh, turned on by my pain. He said in a creepy voice as I gasped for life,” They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”  I prayed for death to take me

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Bloody Phone sex with Blair: Be Careful What You Eat

bloody phone sex torture pain slutMy Master thinks I am getting too fat. He hid all the food and is trying to starve me to death. He keeps me  under lock and key in the house. Well today, I couldn’t take it any more as the pain from hunger was just unbearable.  I ransacked the house for anything I could find. And under my Master’s bed I found a case of baby food. I was starving. I opened a bottle and starting emptying it into my mouth. But wait, it was crunchy and within minutes I started bleeding. WTF? There was ground up glass in the jar. I was eating glass. Did Master know it was there and this was a test? Or was it some fluke, some manufacturing flaw? I got scared and I was in pain; but I had to clean up the mess I made and try to make things look like I wasn’t there or Master would be very angry.

My lips and tongue were cut but I stopped the bleeding and thought Master would not know. But he knew the moment he came home I had been a bad girl and slapped me hard across the face. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me hard out to the garage. He put my chains on  and began yelling at me. I had failed his test. He knew I was a weak bitch who could not be trusted so he put glass in the baby food jars and hid them. If a weak bitch, I’d get my comeuppance. I tried to apologize, beg for another chance to be a good slave. Too late, he began spoon feeding me the food with crushed glass. Master made me chew the glass and swallow it. Blood was spurting out my mouth. I kept crying and pleading but he just kept spoon feeding me crushed glass and strained peas. I could taste the blood from my cut tongue, cut lips, cut throat, cut esophagus… I was making gurgling sounds there was so much blood.

 Master was smiling as more blood poured out my mouth. He just kept saying eat up bitch. If you are so hungry, then eat up. I even vomited up bile and blood and he just laughed. He said you think this hurts bitch, wait till you shit it out tomorrow. I had not thought of that. The glass would shred my ass and my intestines. I’d rather starve to death slowly and painfully than to die like this. I will never eat without permission again Master.

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Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Tiny Victim In A Bikini

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“Can you put this on?” He asked as he handed me this retched piece of pink shit.  I just looked at him and gave him the finger.  He laughed and said, “Come on Indigo, humor me.”  He threw it to me.  I just looked at it.  It made me ill to see the color. PINK!  It is the ugliest color on the face of the planet.  Only prissy faglets and stuck up bitches wear this color. I am neither of the two.

He started to walk out the door and told me that he wanted to see me in it.  He had a surprise and it wouldn’t be much of one if I didn’t get the bikini on.  I went into my bathroom and swore as I put the damn thing on.  I looked ridiculous in the thing.  I would have to smudge my body with fire to get rid of the total puke factor when I took it off just to make sure no residual pink shit was left on my skin.

I heard the front door slam, then the distinctive sound of a hard slap.  I ran out of the bathroom and he was hovered over the couch hissing words at something.  I walked around the couch and there it was.  In almost the same damn bikini I had on.  I gave him a quizzical look and he just smiled at me.  I told him that I didn’t appreciate him bringing his playthings to my home, and he knows it.  He just waved his hand at me in a dismissive manner and told me that this was just some harmless fun.

He told me to stand in front of it.  I did so.  It had a tiny trickle of blood seeping from the corner of it’s mouth.  You could tell it had been crying a lot, and you could also see the slap mark across it’s face.  He sat down and said, “Go on, touch it.”  I moved my hand to it’s long hair, and it tried to fucking bite me!  He laughed so damn hard.  This made me pissed.  He knew that it would do that.  I walked over and punched him hard in the arm.

It made a run for the back door and he tackled it.  It’s head made this awful crunch noise as it hit the hard floor.  He kicked it right in the stomach.  It started to groan, then he leaned down close to it, smiled and said, “Awww come on sweetie, it’s not so bad.  Look at her over there, she is wearing the same thing you are, twins! I told you I knew someone who had the same bikini as you, and that’s why you came with me isn’t it? To meet the other girl that had on the same thing as you?” With that he yanked it up by it’s throat and my tiny little twin began to fight for her life.

Such soft skin…

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We make the perfect pair; the most dynamic duo this world has ever seen! Your charming good looks draw those poor, ignorant sluts in and by the time the sun rises we’re dancing among the crimson stained dungeon walls. I have no problem waiting for you to bring them back to me, I know how much the chase excites you. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you drag the little whore by her arms into the last space she’ll ever see. I can’t help but start to feel wet as you secure her to the metal exam table in the middle of our little sanctum. Poor thing; she has no idea that no one will ever hear her screams through the soundproof walls. Why don’t you sit back and watch; you worked so hard to acquire the little tramp and you deserve spectacular show for all your hard work and planning. The excitement in your eyes grows as I slowly take a scalpel from the instrument tray and begin to slice the girls smooth, flat stomach… Her skin is so soft that my scalpel glides through it like soft, warm butter. I would love to hear your thoughts on our latest little specimen, we have as long as we want with her after all.

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Master has been mad at me ever since the whole incident in the grocery last week. He cut my hair and tits so I can’t really go out or get tortured by master for a while. I know that when I do heal master will punish me for taking so long to recover. I have flashback of that almost every night. I remember how the blade sounded cutting my mahogany skin bearing pink flesh.

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 My big tits tear open all over again if I move too quickly making it even more painful than the last time. I rub my cunt with fervor when I feel my skin reopen. It reminds me of when master was near me using me as his pain slut. My blood coving his face and hands making him look even more vicious and powerful than he did the last time. He is the monster under my bed that I love to play with when everyone is asleep. Even as my shirt stains with blood I cum from the thought of having master abusing me again.