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If Only

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When he beats me I go off into my own fairytale. Instead of harsh lashes all up and down my back they are gently placed kisses. I try to mute out the pain by pretending it’s the static formed by the electricity between us. When we first met I was the most beautiful thing in his world. Now, I get beatings and black eyes if I look at him the wrong way. He much rather smoke his dope than be with the bitch he vowed to honor and respect. Recently, I’ve just been a whore he uses to get his next fix. My cunt is worthless to him now. Just like it is to every mother fucker that decides to put their cock in me. I close my eyes and make the thoughts go away. I drift back to my happy place where the sun is shining a bright as my smile. He’s holding me in his arms and nibbling on my neck like a piece of sweet chocolate cake. I love him and he loves me. Now, I hate that mother fucker and I’m pretty sure he hates me too. He forces his dick in me whenever he wants. When he’s ready to bust a nut he pulls out and I always have to swallow his cum.  To him “Spitting and swallowing are the difference between like and love”. Sometimes he just face fucks me for hours. He says he doesn’t want my filthy twat and when he’s done I can’t swallow or speak. Sometimes in my fairytale I kill his pathetic ass. That’s my favorite part. For each time he made me suck or fuck one of his dope suppliers I cut him with a blade. For every tear I shed  I want a drop of blood at my feet. By the time I’m done he is sliced up from head to toe begging for mercy. The only mercy I spare on him is dousing him in bleach instead of ammonia. Then, as I sit back and smoke a cigarette I watch him drown in a bloody chemical bath. If only I wasn’t a victim to his power.

Belly of the Beast

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It was time for the annual meeting of freaks; and, when I say “freaks,” I mean people who jack-off to the idea of being devoured. My personal problem with it is that it’s all a theatrical production; no one is really eaten. Why can’t they just commit to being eaten by a cannibal. Anyway, this year’s theme was “In the belly of the snake.” A gigantic snake was created and the attendees were going to be able to be swallowed and digested by the monster; and, better yet, the attendees were supposed to dress as biblical figures. Now, this is the type of irony that I could appreciate.

I waited until mid-morning and set out to the studio; the crowd wouldn’t form yet until afternoon. But, there were a few stragglers; and all I had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity. They presented themselves fairly quickly: they were a young college couple. But, they were dressed as Jesus and Mary Magdalene; and, well, that was just too sweet to resist.

The admissions clerk took their money and then sat squarely behind a garbage can to finish smoking his rock. I snuck in easily; I had placed a couple of cameras in the large constructed snake and I could track their every move. Laughter and awe gave away to eroticism as they began to make their way down the intestines. By the time I reached them, they were mutually masturbating underneath their clothes and yelling, “Eat me. Yeah, monster, eat our deliciously sinful bodies.” I almost laughed.

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When I approached, I slid a blade quickly into the male and I told the female that he had, indeed, been eaten. Thinking that I was part of the production, she cried out to be eaten, too. She remained docile but excited as I tied her with rope and gave her some bullshit about being constricted in the snake’s belly. Then, she noticed that her companion hadn’t moved and there was a little bit of blood leaking beneath him. She began to scream; and I was a little glad that she was finally recognizing her dire situation.

I slit her belly open, carving out a large portion of flesh from her breasts to her torso. She bled out fairly quickly, but not before she saw me hack into her friend and place his decapitated head inside of her. And, as a last touch, I chopped off his cock and put it in her mouth. I staged them for the next visitors and pitied myself that I hadn’t brought some kind of manger and doll with me; but, I was proud of my work and took a quick photo.

Swallow Me Alive

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When I was a younger girl, I would sit on my daddy’s lap and watch movies like Jaws and Anaconda. I belonged to my daddy. He owned me. Instead of reading me books like Goodnight Moon, we would watch torture porn and horror movies.  I would get aroused watching  Jaws  swallow men whole. When Anaconda came out, I would masturbate furiously to it. Something so arousing about the idea of being eaten alive, actually swallowed hole and forced to live inside someone or some thing’s body. My daddy told me I was the not the only one with vore fantasies. He had often jacked off to the thought of swallowing his baby girl alive. That image has been spank material for me for years. First, I want to be out in the wild, hunted like prey by a ravenous mutant snake. I’m scared and hiding, but its keen senses and stealth hunting tactics prove to be out of my skill league.  It finds me, and paralyzes me with its toxic saliva.  I can’t move, can’t scream. I’m totally helpless. It’s huge mouth opens up and  this mutant snake devours me inch by inch, swallowing me  whole while my daddy watches and masturbates like the sick fuck he is.  I’m sliding slowly into the belly of the beast. Unable to see or move, alone with my thoughts; forced to be inside his belly for years before he digests me or regurgitates my remains. The thought of languishing a slow death inside the belly of a beast soaks my pretty pink cunt.

I have a master who finds the thought of devouring me hot. He doesn’t want to eat me, just swallow me  in my entirety. We role play this often. He kneels behind me, with his mouth open wide and my ass goes in his mouth first until he can fold my body like lawn chair and swallow me whole. Of course, as he devours me, his cock is rock hard and he has to stroke it as he feels his belly expanding from having consumed another living human being.

I’m no vanilla girl. I have no desire to be your phone GFE. I want to be your sick, twisted taboo phone sex whore. What wicked, morbid fantasies do you have in mind for us? Would you like to devour me perhaps? accomplice phone sex taboo fetish

Stalking Blair

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She was at the local coffee shop on her way to the next-door bakery. She had luscious red curls and thick, juicy thighs. She was the perfect body type for one of my cannibal friends, but she was a little older than co-ed age; regardless, she provided the perfect opportunity to hone stalking skills. Her day patterns were easy and consistent.  But, her night patterns were changing. She cautiously made her way to an abandoned building; her car and two more were hidden in the brush of the dilapidated building. Any stalker’s footsteps would be barely audible because of the echoing of their voices and their own movements along the creaky floor.

Around the corner, her bare, porcelain rump was in the air. She was gagged and both men stood on opposite sides of her. They began ridiculing her for being so fat, so plump; and, they yelled obscenities at her for being a whore who was about to receive her just desserts.  She seemed to be begging for her release, but she wasn’t very convincing. The little whore was enjoying the scene, which was apparent as one of the guys mocked her sloppy wet cunt. One of the other men took off the gag and slapped her face, instructing her to beg for them to fuck all of her nasty holes. One pulled her head back by her hair and grunted, “It’s not like your fantasy, is it, pussycat?!” She began to cry but she was enjoying it all.

One man shoved the handle of a hammer inside her cunt and then proceeded to force his cock inside her asshole. The other man placed a contraption in her mouth that kept her teeth spread open and he pushed his cock inside her mouth. “Don’t bite me, or you’ll be sorry, bitch.” She nodded. After the men were through shooting their cum on her, they whipped her and kicked her. She struggled to get up after they left; she was bloodied, bruised, and saturated with cum.  This little cunt had some wicked fantasies that she was exploring; and, anyone who watched the scene would’ve wondered how far she would go to have those desires satiated.

Babysitter and the Man Upstairs

I started babysitting for this new family in the area a few weeks ago. Everything seemed to be going good. They had two little ones. They were adorable. I knew this would be easy money. Just get to sit around the house all day and watch them. Everything was going good. Until that one night. I had just put the brats to bed. I was downstairs in the living room sitting in front the T.V watching a good movie. My cell rang and it was an unknown number. I answered and it was the hot guy from school that I had a crush on. I couldn’t believe he was calling me, me of all people? I was so excited. We talked for a hour and then the house phone rang. I told him I’d have to get back up with him about that date. I answered the house phone and it just felt weird before anyone said anything on the other line. The hair on my arms and back of my neck stood up. It was a strange man with a raspy voice. He started asking me all these questions. At first I thought it was someone from school playing a joke so I went with it. I started to get freaked out so I hung up. Then he’d call back. Asking more personal questions. I had come to realize it wasn’t a joke. This was seriously a creepy man. The phone rang again, and he asks a question that made me feel like the air had been knocked out of me. He asked me when was the last time I’ve checked on the little ones and if I have been checking on them. Granted it had been a while, but what could they get into while they are sleeping. I’m so freaked out I call the police. They said they’d do their best to trace the call and call back and let me know.

 

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With what seemed like hours, but really only minutes, the phone rang and I almost jumped out of my skin. They made my heart drop with the next few sentences that they said. They informed me that the call was coming from inside of the house. That I needed to get the little ones and get out as soon as possible. I froze and the phone fell from my hand. As I’m rounding the corner to head into the living room, I see red and blue lights flashing through the windows. I run to the front door and let them in and they come rushing in. I point them to the stairs and we’re all running up to the little ones room. Soon as we get into the door, my hair is standing up again. The same feeling I got when the stranger was on the phone. I look to the left and see a shadow of a man jumping out the window to the tree and down he went. One of the officers turned on the lights and what I saw I will never forget. It was too late, the little ones had been brutally murdered. There was blood every where. Written in blood on the wall above their beds was, “You’re mine”. Was he talking about me? I don’t even know this man. What did he want from me? I didn’t care if cops was all over the house. I had to get outside and get fresh air, and a smoke. I went to the dark side of the house so they wouldn’t see me smoking. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking and getting that brutal image out of my head. What did they go through? Did they feel any pain? I heard leaves and branches crackle behind me. As I turned to see, a hand came over my mouth and started dragging me into the shadows.

 

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I was tied and blind folded with tape across my mouth. I was taken to a basement. I only realized this once my blindfold was gone. The man had an evil smirk on this face. I was thrown onto the bed and tied up. He stripped his clothes off and pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. I’ve been waiting for this he said. He rammed his hard cock roughly inside my cunt. I tried to scream out but he covered my mouth. He said I’d have plenty of time to scream later. Once he was done pounding my fuck box he got off and went to his phone. I could hardly hear what he was saying. I knew that he was talking to someone he was telling to come over and bring friends. I guess I must of passed out because I woke up to 4 men surrounding me. They were shoving foreign objects inside of me. I can’t describe the pain, anything they could their hands on. Rolling pin, cucumber, their fist. I was being stretched more then I could take, I was fading in and out. Screaming and crying. I was fucked in all my holes, over and over again. That was a few weeks ago. I managed to escape when he got drunk and forgot to tie me back up. I didn’t fight it when he fucked me. I made sure it was what he wanted and tired his drunk ass out. I ran as fast as I could. Naked, scared and alone. Bruised, broken and in pain. I don’t go outside anymore. I don’t look out my window. I wont even babysit. I still to this day have not seen or talked to the little ones family. I haven’t even used my phone. I am scared of my own shadow and I can’t forget what all those men have done to me. They still haven’t been caught.

Killer Phone Sex with Blair: The Legend of the Hook Man

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My best friend called me to tell me she had heard a news flash about an escaped mental patient from the nearby insane asylum. According to the news, he has a hook for one of his hands and is considered unstable and highly dangerous. He had been in Briarwood for 40 years for killing young couples being naughty in cars on lookout point. I told Sherri that was pure urban legend and she had just been punked by someone. I insisted I was fine and not scared. I was not going to let some silly practical joker prevent me from a hot date with my youngest son. I was driving out to our local lovers’ lane to meet him. My husband is home so we can’t fuck in my bed tonight; we were both so horny we decided to fuck in our town’s little lovers’ lane area under the moonlight.

I get there early and he is not there yet, which is odd. He is usually waiting for me naked. I try to text him, but I have no cell reception. Suddenly, I hear a loud thumping on the roof of my car. I’m thinking, my son is trying to scare me. I get out the car, and I’m horrified to see a man with a hook, sitting on the roof of my car with what appears to be a severed head. I scream and start to run, but he throws the head at me, knocking me down. Oh my god, the head belongs to my baby boy. I’m in shock, crying hysterically. I even vomit. I try to get up, when I feel this intense pain in my back and blood trickling down my spine. I’ve been impaled with the hook and this mad man is dragging me through the mud and grass like a dead deer. I can barely move the pain is unbearable. As he is dragging me, my flesh is getting ripped from my body; I’m starting to choke on my own blood; and I’m getting cut further by rocks and glass on the ground. I start praying I will die soon; and be with my lover, my son.

But, no; I am not as lucky as my son to be dead. This crazed hook man drags me into a little cabin hidden in the woods and ties me to a rack. Already bleeding and near death, he begins to taunt me with his nasty hook. He never says a word to me, but scrapes his hook on the wall creating a horrible sound. I actually peed on myself because I was that scared. He is impervious to my screams, my pleas, my tears. I can’t get him to release me, or tell me why? Suddenly, he leaves the room and for a moment and I think I reached him; he is gonna spare my life. No.  He comes right back with some torture device, flips me over this saw horse looking thing and starts anally torturing me. Then he starts cutting me with his hook. The pain was unbearable. I kept coming in and out of consciousness. Then, the coup d’état; he shoves the hook up my pussy, turning it as he shoved it in me deeper and deeper. He is scraping my insides, gutting me like a pig through my pussy and ass. I lay there like an animal just killed; bleeding on the floor, feeling my insides pool on the ground below me, gasping for my last breath, dying a slow and painful death.

I should have listened to my best friend. The Hook Man is real, so very very real….killer phone sex torture murder

Silly Cunt

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I made the mistake of addressing my new master by his real name the other day. I didn’t mean to but when he had me tied down and was spanking me it just slipped out. I know that I’m a stupid coon and nobody likes me so for me to even be that foolish was unacceptable. Master punished me by making me take my long French tips and dig them deep into my big nipples. He watched me squirm and ordered me to go harder when he didn’t see any blood. My nails dug deeper and deeper until I heard my skin break and begin to leak. Blood flowed down my stomach as I began to cry. “That’s right nigger” he said in approval. The worst was soon to come when he made me humiliate myself over and over again with slaps to the face. I had to bear slap after slap as each hit burned my cheek more than the last. He made me slap myself and say, “I’m a stupid nigger and nobody likes me”. I started to sob from the pain and master loved the sound of a crying bitch in pain and that’s what made me do everything he told me to do. I fear that if I say no he will do it himself and I will have absolutely no control over the situation. He vigorously rubbed my twat that wastaboo phone sex layla (2) pooled with a mixture of wetness and blood. It felt so good but I had already fucked up once and didn’t want to cum before master allowed me. I held back my orgasm and screamed from the pain and the pleasure. Master always cums first and it excited me when he blew his load up my nose and made me choke on it. In the back of my mind all I could think about was being able to cum but first I had to stop coughing. It shot up my nose then down my throat giving me the weirdest feeling. I couldn’t get his sticky load out of my nose fast enough. After catching my breath he demanded his nigger to make herself cum. I rubbed my clit as fast and as hard as I could. My life sucked in every aspect I needed to escape even if it was for only ten seconds. That’s when it hit me.. a wave of pleasure washed over me and I enjoyed being swept away with pleasure. Only a stupid black cunt like myself would think I would be given the time to enjoy that moment. I was snapped out of it with a hard slap to the face. “Clean yourself up bitch” master said leaving me there a bloody mess.

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Blood Whore Seeks Cunt to Fuck

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People often ask me if I get horny; and, yes, I fucking do. But, it’s especially difficult to find lovers that meet my standards. But, someone has recently caught my attention: her name is Natasha. She’s got a foul mouth and a smart-ass attitude; she actually reminds me a little of myself. But, how to snare her for my own pleasure? Luckily, the opportunity presented itself after a little bit of stalking. I noticed that she had a contentious relationship with the waitress of a diner that she frequented in the evening; and, this time, she was alone. I wondered what exactly she had planned; but, I laughed at myself…of course, she was up to something devious. She was watching the waitress with as much interest as I was gauging her reactions; her long luscious limbs were only overshadowed by those plump lips and dark eyes. I loved the shape of her thighs, and I could easily imagine them locked around my neck.

I slipped, maybe it was on purpose; but, I stared at her for too long without looking away and she caught me. She analyzed me from my black leather boots to my porcelain cheekbones several times; and, when our eyes met, she had a smile on those lovely lips of hers. If the darkness wasn’t so deep within her or she wasn’t so damn perfect, I know that I would have killed her. But, no, I wanted to enjoy her and maybe even wreck havoc with her. My cunt ached as I thought about dismembering that waitress for her and then her thanking me with passionate kisses. As my pussy quivered, she approached me. She was silent, but we didn’t need words; when she did open her mouth, she said, “What do you think about her?” A nod to the waitress only confirmed everything that I already thought. I told her that the diner would be closing soon and she would leave early, leaving the cleaning to the boy in the back. She smiled; now, she knew that I was privy to the routines in the diner, too.

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We struck up a conversation with the waitress, which was easy enough; and, then, Natasha asked her if she’d like to smoke some rock. Natasha flashed the drugs in a baggy that was in her pocket. The waitress’s habit had slipped my attention, but not Natasha’s; I was beginning to admire her for more than her looks and smart mouth. Natasha flashed an evil grin at me as we left and went to a nearby empty warehouse. We used twine to bind the waitress and then took turns slicing her; we fed off of each other’s lust for blood. While I was admiring our cuts and the indentions of the twine that had almost cut off her wrist,

Natasha pushed her warm body next to mine. “You want my pussy, don’t you, you blood whore?” She didn’t need an answer because I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, her tongue soft and as wet as I imagined both of our pussies were. We tore off each other’s clothes and tossed them away from the bloody scene and then rolled in the dumb cunt’s blood as we fucked each other senseless. Her pussy juices coated my fingers and lips and mixed with my own; the stench of blood and our cum mingled in the air and fueled our desire. I pumped her pussy, wanting her smell to stay on my fingers all day long and wanting to hurt her…just a little. Then, we both struggled to stand, our bodies weary from sex and the killing; I watched her ass as she walked away with extra gusto because she knew I was watching. I licked my knuckles and knew that I wouldn’t mind seeing that little vixen again.

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Thy Will Be Done Thy Cunt Will Cum

torture phonesex blaskarma1Every night before I go to sleep I give thanks to Lucifer. I cut myself and give him my life blood and thank him for leading me to the dark side and showing me what has always been in my heart. I ask him to visit me in the dark of the night and fill me with his will. I love it when he answers my prayers.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep almost instantly. Floating slowly into the blackest darkness I feel his presence near me. I can’t see him yet but I know he is there and he is taking a hold of my soul. Soon he will be in complete control, I can feel his power washing over me. 

I feel him so strongly, his hot, rancid breath on my neck. The tip of his forked tongue running along the lobe of my ear. His probing slimy cock pushing between my legs, searching for my inviting cunt. Hitting his mark he shoves his dick deep into me, breathing heavy and fucking me with brutal force that always leaves me sore. I beg for more of this onslaught, needing to feel his hot sperm squirt deep inside me. 

Throwing me to the ground when he is done he hovers over my body, drool dripping from his mouth, his lips turned up in an evil grin and his eyes begin to glow as they show me the vision he has for me.torture phonesex blaskarma

I watch it like a movie, entranced and mesmerized. I can see myself walking into a church. As I enter I see a huge golden cross with Christ hanging from the wall, glowing and beckoning me closer. As I approach I see him. He is dressed in his white robe with gold trim. His hands are clutched together in prayer and his eyes are down cast. I can tell by the lines on his face that he is a handsome man. 

Suddenly I see my Prince of Darkness standing at his side. Whispering in his ear to turn and look at me. As he does Lucifer rips my top from my shoulders and there surrounding each of my nipples is a raised cross, upside down. It looks like I was branded. As the priest reaches out to gingerly touch my scared flesh I can feel the electricity begin to flow. I can hear Lucifer whisper in his ear “Fuck her Priest. Take her now” 

As soon as his fingers touch my flesh I feel my pussy get soaking wet and I see him reach for his pants to free his throbbing cock. Rubbing my clit at a fevered pitch I see him begin to masturbate, jerking his cock with a mission. 

I feel Lucifer’s hands on my shoulders as he shoves me to the floor on all fours, putting my ass high up in the air and spreading me wide as he invites the priest to feast on my flesh. I feel his hard cock shove into my ass in one swift motion and the priest begins to fuck me like an animal, fast and hard, deep and with abandon. He is sweating and breathing heavy as he pulls out, yanks my head back and cums in my mouth, groaning and jerking as he enjoys the height of his pleasure.

He opens his eyes and looks up at Lucifer, my prince, and the tears begin to flow silently down his face as he realizes what he has done. 

I hear my prince say, “Give your soul to me” 

Silently the Priest drops to his knees and takes his worthless life right there on the alter. 

The vision is vivid and real and I know I will live it out soon.torture phonesex blasphamy

Cunt Unleashed

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I was not what you could say, a rational person at times. But for the past few weeks I had my anger under control. I attributed that to the beautiful yet deceitful man I had met. He owns a gym on the east side of town, and was quite attractive. It had been the first time in a long time I had let anyone inside of my head. He had a very good way with words, and his hands knew how to send me over the edge. I was so stupid to have told him about my dark side. Nonetheless, he seemed to enjoy the stories I told him. He would always climax at the most bloody of parts!

After a while he was growing more and more distant, till last week when he told me he thought we should see other people. I never felt more betrayed. That’s when I knew I was not the only woman he was seeing. I could smell the lies on his breath, and eventually I would take that from him.

Jealous is not a word I would use. I honestly couldn’t tell you what it was I felt when I saw her walking down the street to the gym. I have watched her for a week now, and she seemed to have the perfect little fucking life. Always smiling, waving at everyone as she walked by them… she looked so beautiful, and it was her beauty that I wanted to end. If I could not have him, no one will.

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This was the perfect place I thought as I used the stolen key to enter the back room. I saw him rustling with some paperwork as I slipped the letter under the door and knocked, (ducking down) it would only be moments till he opened the letter and the powder would enter his system, rendering him paralyzed.

I heard a slump and knew he was down for a bit. Quickly I locked the door to the gym, and threw up the closed sign. It was just us three, and soon I would be leaving solo. I went back to his office where I saw him lying on the floor in terror. When he realized what was going on.. his cock got rock hard! Than it hit me what was going on in his mind…..

“You planned this didn’t you? All those stories, breaking up with me was just a way to see if I was being honest? You have no idea what a cunt you just unleashed”.

Knife in one hand, his hair in the other, I dragged him into the shower where she had been after her workout. She saw him and screamed and in one swift motion I cut her throat and silenced her. I watched her body fall, and laid her on top of him. Than I leaned down and cut his throat too. So much blood! I kept stabbing and slashing,watching the blood rush down the drain was intoxicating, and I knew I should never have stopped, this was my true love.

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