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Mummy’s Revenge

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I saw an advertisement on an online bulletin board that intrigued me; it was a college brat who wanted revenge against his pregnant girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but his anger sounded genuine and worth checking out. Sure enough, when we met at a coffee shop, he didn’t blink when he told me that he wanted his ex-girlfriend dead for cheating on him. I contrived a plan and he agreed.

We kidnapped that whore and tortured her, taking turns beating her with 2×4 planks of wood with nails that ripped her flesh. He struck her pussy with the sharp objects, laughing manically as she bled and cried in pain. She begged for her life, stupid bitch. We extracted each one of her teeth, her skull bleeding profusely. And, then he fucked her mouth with his hard cock while whispering that he was going to do the same to pink flesh inside of her. He was glad that he hadn’t gouged her eyes yet…because the look of horror was priceless.

I took the liberty of carving out her belly, flopping open the flesh and pulling the spawn out of her. She had several minutes to watch her ex-boyfriend spin it on his cock before bleeding out. Then, I told him that I wanted to mummify the spawn, fix it so that he could unwrap it and always fuck it whenever he wanted. I drained the blood and began the embalming process while he kicked around the corpse of his ex.

Today, I read in the paper that some stupid moron had jumped from a building; apparently, he had left a note that described his guilt and the horrid details of killing his ex alone. He was inconsolable, people said, because he learned that she was carrying his spawn. What a fuck-ton, I thought and laughed as a I finished my coffee. The paper didn’t mention anything about the mummified spawn; I guess he didn’t want to be remembered as a complete monster…what a douche-bag wimp!

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..

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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!

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.

Suffocation and Leftovers

 Suffocation

On one of the message forums that I belong to, I read an interesting request. There was a woman who was looking for extreme suffocation play; and she rambled on about how one of her boyfriends had strangled her until she lost consciousness, but she had had the most amazing orgasm before she did. I laughed and thought she might be fun to play with; the dumb ones usually are. And, there her perky little smile was, staring back at me.

The cute little idiot coed visited my house for dinner. I always like to play with my food first. And, I invited my mentor along for the ride; I knew he liked big round butts, and she certainly had that. We dined and talked; her idle chatter was fueling my despicability for her. I dosed her wine with a little something, and my mentor reprimanded me, complaining that she would taste funny, but I told him it was just an herb…nothing too hard.

We restrained her; and when she woke up naked, the fear in her eyes was apparent. “Now, we’re going to give you what you came for, little girl,” I grinned. She tried to relax, but the imbecile didn’t even know what was coming. I pressed my fingers around her bird-like neck and watched the terror spread across her face. I let up and asked if she was liking it thus far; she “requested” that I be a little more gentle. “Like this?” I asked and held her throat closed for longer; my mentor’s evil brain began clicking and he placed a vibrator between her legs. I pushed the clear plastic around her face, smashed it.  We laughed at each other’s cleverness. I let her cough and struggle; but it was getting late and my mentor was eagerly awaiting his feast.

As a last touch, I took a pliable double-dildo out and wrapped around her bruised neck. I thought it was poignant that she be suffocated to death with what she wanted. And, my mentor enjoyed eating her plump, young flesh.

Hostel

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I saw the ad for the “Elite Hunting Company” a few months ago. It was on one of the websites I frequent and they finally had an opening for a new client to live out their fantasies with no fear of authorities. No cleaning up messes, and they bring the meat to you! I signed up but had given up hope that I got chosen. Then, I got the call a few days ago, and immediately made arrangements to leave town. I had waited a long time, and now it was finally time to play.

Accomplice Phone Sex ReaganThe cab pulled up to the seemingly abandoned building, and almost immediately I felt that calm that I long for. That certain peace that only screams and blood can bring. I quickly got my things out of the car, and looked the building over. I had never seen something so perfect.

I was greeted inside by a very tall man wearing a rubber apron, and if I didn’t know what was waiting for me I would be quite scared. He showed me to my work area and to my pleasant surprise, she was already there chained to a chair in the middle of the room. My blood immediately started pumping and I got to work right away.

She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. This was going to the best vacation ever.

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Silent Night, Bloody Night

torture phonesex angieOne of my all time favorite horror flicks is Silent Night, Bloody Night. One line from the movie moves me beyond my evil darkness.  “I have wandered in bitterness until all seasons have become as one. And that is a season of vengeance.”

Vengeance, a dish served cold, ice cold, straight from the freezer. It has taken me almost six months to prepare for my own special form of vengeance and the title of this film fits perfectly with my plan. I have set up a lane in my basement. At the end of it I have a created a bondage set up to hold ten of my worst enemies in the formation of bowling pins. The shackles are designed to hold each onus’s arms high in the air and will put them on their tip toes. I finally perfected my “bowling balls” . Skill saw bladed bowling balls specially designed to slice and dice. My human bowling pins will start in the standing position. Once I have hit a pin or several pins, I will lower them, gradually slicing and dicing them until they are laying on the lane completely helpless waiting for that one roll that will end the pain and madness.   

Dreams of the living dead

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I was startled awake by a wonderful dream that I didn’t want to end; I’m sure some people would’ve called it “ghoulish.” My youngest sister, who’d died when she was little, was walking around…maturing as a teen but still decomposing. She took my hand and walked through various graveyards, showing me which ones were her victims and how she mutilated them. Then, she took me to the park, where she found a set of twins on a seesaw; she went over and talked to them and they followed her. I admired her choice in victims and watched smugly as my little sister led them to an abandoned factory building. It looked like she had spent years accumulating different torture devices, some that were antique and I would’ve loved to have! She allowed me to choose one of the twins and then the fun began. We took turns torturing our innocents, as if we were playing a board game. We laughed as we slung bats with spikes in the girls’ legs, tore at the girl’s flesh with our teeth, and gouged out their eyes. We were having so much fun that we were delaying their deaths; but, of course, we couldn’t resist for too long. She strangled hers, pressing her hands tightly around the small larynx until it was crushed. I always prefer the bloodier route: I cut her in half, from head to torso. I thought it was fitting to make her a twin of herself as if in some sort of twisted irony. We sat in the pool of blood and held hands…and I finally knew that she had never left me!

Bloody Black Flowers

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I am a goth bitch first and foremost. I live for malice and mayhem. Screams and blood is the air I breathe. And I love tats! I love the pain they bring me, it is almost a sense of calm when I watch the needle draw through my skin.. I was craving that calm lately so I decided on two sick ass tats of these black flowers. They were perfect because I like to think of myself as an Angel of Death at times, and what better way to signify my love for gore, than something as unique and simple as a black flower. Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

My favorite skin store wasn’t that far away so when I got there there was already something going down. Some cunt was trying to get out of paying for her tat! She was screaming “I don’t like what I see, and I will NOT pay for it!”. The artist had her in a grip and was demanding payment and she was not budging! When he saw me he just smiled.. he could smell my adrenaline pumping! She didn’t see me, but she sure felt the kick to the back of the head! Didn’t take long and we had this bitch strapped to the owners chair and we decided it was time to lock up for the day. She would be his last customer of the day. She was begging of course.. I just bitch slapped her and told her since she was too good to pay the hardworking man, he was just gonna take what he wanted! He started by taking her precious eyes out. Since she did not “Like what she sees”, he felt it appropriate to keep her from seeing anything!

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganOh how lovely she looked as he ripped her clothes off and shoved his tattoo gun up her snatch.. he immediately started jacking off his dick onto her face as he turned that needle gun on:) I wonder what gorgeous artwork the world would not get to see 🙂 Blood started to gush out of her upidy cunt and he blew his hot load all over her! I got so fucking turned on once his cum and her blood started to mix! It didn’t take long before she took her lats breath, and I got a free tattoo out of the deal!