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Special Night

Tonight was a special night there was another beat me up whore bitch there just like me. One guy who gave us both the name of Dave hired us both. He was going to have a threesome fuck session with us, beat us the fuck up, torture us and when we were half dead he was going to fuck the shit out of us again. The other bitch was really fucking hot and had a young tight sweet body. I did enjoy her body and even I got a little sadistic on her. Dave had a knife hidden under the mattress and he had me turn around on all fours and told me he was going to fuck me up the ass. The surprise was that he was going to fuck me up the ass with that knife. He jammed that knife fast and hard deep into my ass. I yelped and my whole body jerked feeling the knife my fleshy ass up. I began to squirt across the room begging for more ofAss rape porn that sweet knife.

My Good Deed of The Day

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They say, “Boys will be boys.” As if that is an excuse for some sort of fucked up behavior.  Fuck that shit.  I was at a gas station and this chick was in tears talking on her phone.  A young pretty thing, crying, my pussy started to get a little bit damp.  I stopped pumping my gas so that I could hear the conversation.  She was talking about how her boyfriend cheated on her, she walked in on them.  Oh boo-fucking-hoo right?  I almost started to laugh then I heard her say, “I would pay someone to kill that stupid motherfucker if I could.” I instantly perked up.

I finished pumping my gas then walked around the pump and tapped her on the shoulder.  Now this girl was upset, so she was a bit bitchy to me until I said that I was sorry that she was cheated on.  Sometimes you have to pretend to have empathy for a situation in order to get what you want.  She told the person she would have to call them back.  I told her to pull her car around in front of the store and I would go in and get her a drink and she could tell me what happened.  I even gave her a hug which almost caused me to puke, but I was on a mission.

I brought her out a beer, she told me she wasn’t old enough to drink one.  I laughed and told her I didn’t care and to drink the damn thing.  We sat on the hood of her car and I explained that if she was serious, I could do the deed for her.  I had to make sure she was pretty shit faced to agree to it, so I had to keep buying beer.  She was a light weight when it came to drinking, so I actually didn’t have to buy that much.  I told her to get back in her car and just sleep for a bit that everything would be alright.  She thanked me, gave me ten bucks and I was happily on my way.

What a douche this guy was. He actually told me that he was going to cut my tits off.  I was laughing so hard as I stepped up to him, he tried to back away, but I grabbed his jacket and yanked him back to me.  I licked his lips and told him how much I was going to enjoy this.  He tried to fight me, but again, douche guy with douche moves.  I have seen dust bunnies float more violently across the floor.  His fighting skills were just damn sad.

Before long that smart assed attitude of his was gone.  He was panting beneath me, my full weight on his chest, his arms where extended over his head.  He was begging now, said he was sorry.  I asked him what it was that he was sorry for, he said everything.  I rolled my eyes.  I moved down to sit on his knees while I looked at his little cock.  He was scared so his pathetic fuck stick was all tiny.  I slapped it, and he gasped.  What a pussy this guy was.

I asked him if he was still going to cut my tits off.  He was crying, he managed to sob out a “No.” I smiled, then sliced into his sack, running the knife up between his two testies.  He passed out.  See, pussy through and through.  I waited for him to wake back up then continued.  He was screaming too much, it was actually getting on my nerves, I pulled off my jeans, and my panties then lowered myself down on his open mouth.  The vibration of his screams against my cunt were simply delicious!  After cutting the rest of his junk off, I shoved the knife up his ass and fucked him with it, his mouth was working my pussy so well.  I came, turned around quickly then stuck the knife into his throat, stood up, and stomped on the top of the hilt.  The sound was beautiful.

Teen rape porn while trick or treating

Teen rape pornMy slutty girlfriends and I were subjected to some filthy teen rape porn while trick or treating. We rang the doorbell and the home owner yanked us inside so that he could have his nasty way with us. None of us expected to be tied up and gagged, all we were trying to do was innocently collect some candy and now look at us! It sure does give me a rush the fact that i’m being forced to be submissive to whatever is about to happen to me and my friends next. Being held against my will is such a turn on. My youngster sister was with us too and i’m sure she didn’t expect to be subjected to such sexual deviancies while out having fun on Halloween night! She’s such a little coke whore though, she does anything that we tell her to do with a smile on her face! We’re all such little sluts and love being played with, you love that fucking shit I know you do! So fucking hott!

Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is bloody good fun for me. Nothing gives me more pleasure than chopping off nuts. There are a lot of reasons a man might need his nuts whacked off. Some men are douche bags who shouldn’t reproduce. Some men have tiny dicks and shouldn’t be allowed to procreate and give the world more tiny dicked losers. Some guys just piss me off. Hell, some men even beg for their nuts to be taken. If some fucking loser is that pathetic, I will take his money and his nuts. It is a free world and if a man wants a sadistic bitch like me to mutilate his genitals, I won’t deny him. Patrick found my torture sex ad on the Dark Net. He has been trying to make himself a eunuch for years but can’t seem to do it for himself. He paid me $5,000 cash to take his balls. Fuck yes. Easy money for something I enjoy. I had him meet me in my little castration shack in the woods. It is an old hunting cabin I inherited from my grandpa when he died. My grandpa worked at the old prison in town before it was shut down. He was the executioner. He managed to snag me a few items before the prison was torn down to build a new one. One of my favorite pieces is an old execution chair that I embellished into a castration chair. I strapped Patrick in, just like an inmate facing death would be, but I added a plank to separate the cock and balls. I separated his cock from his balls, then I used a castration band around his nuts until the blood flow stopped. I used my newly sharpened big ass knife and made a clean cut. There was a lot of blood. I let him bleed for a bit for shits and giggles, then I cauterized the wound. Then I let him go. Easiest money ever. Fun too.

Pain Slut

Bloody phone sexEver since I was a teenager and got my first beating from my first boyfriend I knew then I was a pain slut. He got mad at me and almost killed me beating the shit out of me. He was punching and kicking. Spitting on me and degrading me with such dirty kinky names. Picking my worthless body up and throwing me around like a rag doll. Then without warning, he ripped off my clothes and fucked the shit out of my broken bruised body. My cunt was a sloppy wet fucking mess the entire time. And when he realized I was enjoying the beating and the forced hard fucking he was giving me and he laughed and said he always knew I was a fucking worthless whore.

Captive Slut

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I woke up in a strange house, my pussy and ass were throbbing in pain and I was covered in bruises and welts. The room around me looked like a dungeon and my arms and feet were tied up. A man in black cloaking approached me and I begged to know where I was. He slapped me across the face to silence me and I began sobbing. My pussy throbbed in pain and I could feel the trickle of blood and cum gush out of it. “I am your master. You shall only call me master and do as I say.” He told me I was now his Captive Slut and I sobbed more and more begging for answers. He angrily pulled me by my hair and pushed me down on my knees, “SILENCE. If you cannot keep your fucking mouth shut, I shall shut it for you.” He pulled out his large cock and grabbed my head, forcing me to take the full length down my throat. Tears sprang from my eyes as I gagged on his enormous cock. I could barely breathe as he violently face fucked me. I suddenly felt the urge to vomit, his cock was shoved so far down my throat it could barely escape from my mouth. When he came, he forced me to lick the cum and vomit off his cock and then lick it up from the disgusting floor. I must obey my master.  

Tuam Memento Mori

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Is it just me. or does anyone else think of Demons when you see, or hear Latin? Not a bad thing to think of after all, they are pretty cool when you think about it.  Now onto the topic of this blog, Tuam Memento Mori -Remember Your Death is what it translates to.  I like to think that when someone who I have helped pass over that they remember what happened, and that the fear, pain, and sadness lasts for their eternity.  Although I do not particularly believe in the after life, but hey, you never know.  

All those tender pussies, ripped apart between the legs of some little slut that was asking for it, and remembering me.  Those uppity bitches who needed to die because they cheated on their husbands, those fuckers who hurt someone and that person wanted pay back.  Anybody who I have had a hand in ending just floating around with the damage and pain still fresh.  I hope it makes their afterlife excruciating.  I hope that some how they are able to hold onto a little piece of me, like a loved one who wears a locket of a family member long gone.

However, the way I remember their deaths is with a sick satisfaction, a happiness if you will.  I relive every second of every screamed filled session, basking in the knowledge that I caused that pain and I have to admit, that does make my pussy rather wet.  Sometimes I go out and pick up someone to have a quick fuck.  I tend to freak guys out though because I will have them beg, or  plead, or scream for me, some of them will do it, other’s won’t and get scared.  I just think it makes it better when I’m riding them hard (I am always on top) and see them either get into it, or watch as they try to stop and I won’t let them and fuck them anyway.

Bitch Dog

I am going to be in a skimpy outfit on my knees crawling towards you like a bitch dog in heat. Begging for your abuse and good fucking. I bring the whip over to you carrying it in my mouth and kneel right before your feet. You take the whip out of my mouth and I bend down to kiss your feet. You tell me I am a good pet and pull me up by my hair. You take your hand and bitch slap me across the face telling me to arch my back and stick out my fake titties. I quickly respond because your bitchslap and the deviant tone in your voice makes my cunt gush. A dominant man like you is exactly what a whore like me needs.Taboo phone sex

Snuff Sex Betrayal

snuff sexSnuff sex is what I deserve. It is all I get. No man looks at me and wants to make me his wife or his girlfriend. I scream blonde bimbo to men. I represent the type of woman who has scorned them, rejected them, cheated on them… But unlike other women, I am submissive. I wouldn’t cheat on a man. I would give him everything I have and more. When I met Danny a few weeks ago, I had no idea I would end up bound, gagged and battered on his basement floor. Danny had me all wrong. He thought I was a high class girl, maybe even a spoiled rich bitch. He assumed the reason I didn’t go out with him was because I thought he was beneath me. The reason I rejected his date offer was because I am owned by someone. Some one who would dismember me and keep me locked in a cage under the bed for even kissing another man. When I was hit over the head last night going to my car, I assumed it was my owner and I had made some small infraction he took personally.  When I woke back up, I discovered it was a jilted man seeking revenge. He had me tied to a support beam. I was black and blue from the beating he gave me. I saw the blow torch and pissed myself. I pleaded and begged for my life. I tried explaining  that I was more like a snuff porn start than a gfe type. All he could see was a woman who rejected him. He branded his name into my flesh with his name. He burned my flesh off and when it scabs over, his name will be forever etched on my body. He didn’t kill me, but he sealed my fate. When master sees another man’s name on my body, he will certainly kill me for my betrayal.

Blood Money

 

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The call came in that help was needed.  I do have a few friends but not many, so when one of them calls to ask for help I go, no questions asked.  When I arrived he was sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette, his hand was shaking like crazy.  He didn’t look at all well.  I sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong.  He told me that his son had made a mistake, a huge mistake and that he was in the house.  As I got up to go into the house to find out just what the hell was going on he grabbed my hand, looked up at me and said, “I’ll pay you what ever you want, just take care of it.” 

Now I was very curious.  I walked into the house, it was dead quiet.  It seemed that his son had left, then I heard someone moving around upstairs.  As I got to the top of the steps his son appeared.  He was covered in blood, he had it in his hair, his chest, his under ware, legs, he looked like he just stepped out of a horror movie.  He just pointed into the bathroom.  I went in to see what was what.  There she was, crumpled in the tub.  I couldn’t tell where the actual wounds were, I stepped closer to sit on the edge of the tub.

She looked almost angelic with her blue eyes staring straight ahead, brown hair up over the lip of the tub, making a halo.  I traced my fingers over her face, she was still warm, I checked for a pulse but there was none.  I stood up, brought my finger to my mouth and sucked off the blood.  I turned to look at my friend’s son.  I asked him what happened.  He told me that they were having sex and he got carried away, he was choking her and went too far.  Okay, but why was there all that blood if she was choked? Plus it takes a lot of force to actually strangle someone, it isn’t like it is in the movies, it takes a while and a shit load of pressure over a long period of time, so his story was a bunch of shit, but hey, who am I to judge.

He went on to explain that after he realized she was dead he didn’t know what to do so he put her in the tub then decided that the best course of action would be to dismember her, clean up, then dump the parts somewhere before his Dad got home.  What this Einstein didn’t realize that it takes a lot of effort and time to dismember a body.  It isn’t like cutting into a piece of bread, especially if you are only using a knife.  I asked him if anyone knew she was there, he said no because he picked her up because she was hitch hiking and as far as he knew she didn’t even have a cell phone.  I told him to take a shower, put some gloves on, get a trash bag and put her stuff into it and go and put it in my car.  

I had to spend the whole night taking care of that damn mess.  I have no clue of who she was because he was right, no cell phone, I didn’t even find a wallet, just some money in her jeans, a few pieces of clothing in her backpack and some gear for doing Heroine, other than that she was just some chick who decided to fuck the wrong guy.  Something good did come out of the whole thing though, I made a nice little chunk of money.