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Hide and Seek

Taboo phone sexI can heeeeeeeeeeeeeeear you.  I can hear your breathing.  Are you scared? Are you hoping that I will give up and go away? No no little one, that is exactly what I am NOT going to do.  Was that a sob? I am almost certain it was.  I am getting warmer aren’t I?  Are you covering your mouth in an attempt to stay quiet?  Oh baby girl, I can hear the sweat drip from your forehead onto the dusty floor.  Are your eyes wide? Are you frantically moving your head back and forth trying to find a way out? I have news for you sunshine, there isn’t one.

I know I am speaking loud enough for you to hear me.  This old building, with it’s empty rooms, and decayed floors carries sound rather well.  It also makes it so you cannot tell from which direction I am moving toward you.  Makes the game more interesting.  Don’t you think so too my sweet play doll?  Didn’t you like the pretty box I let you lay in until you woke up?  I hope so, because when our game is done, you will be right back in it.

Oh my, someone took their patten leather shoes off. Didn’t they? Did me saying that make you stop dead in your tracks? I am sure it did.  Would you like to know how I know that you abandoned not only your pretty shoes but those tiny little socks with the lace around the ankles? I can see your toe prints in the grime that is on the floor.  Do you know what else I see?  I see the trail you left for me to follow. 

I’m getting closer, you know it, and I know it.  Did you piss yourself yet? Do you feel those tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise up?  Are you wanting your Mommy?  Don’t worry sweet one, I am almost to you now.  Some day your Mommy will see you again.  She will shed tears just like you are shedding tears now.   Only hers will be from sorrow, and soon…yours will be from pain.

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Breaking and Entering Blair

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This pretty little thing named Blair mentioned at a BDSM club that she had this fantasy of being held captive in her own house. Who am I to deny someone a fantasy that involves fear and torture? Of course, there was one caveat: I couldn’t kill her because one of my friends fancied her and wanted to play with her himself when the time was right.
I watched her, got her routine down, and then waited in her house. She was so clueless that I was there that I had to stifle chuckles. I watched her bathe and get ready for bed; after she was fast asleep, I bound her hands and then hogtied her. I blindfolded her; then, I gave the signal.2 girl call phone sex3

Slapping her across the face, she startled awake. Silly little thing tried to get loose for a few minutes; but she finally relented. I whispered, “Don’t struggle, little girl. After all, this is what you want.” She bit her lip almost to the point of it drawing blood. “It’s scarier in person, isn’t it, baby doll?” I said and brushed her hair back. I brought down my crop hard against the white flesh on her ass and down her back. “Oh, you’re going to bruise nicely…” I remarked.

The guys arrived and were ready by the looks of the stiffening between their legs. I sat by her face, reveling in her expressions as the men took turns abusing all of her holes, sometimes all at once. One of my favorite moments was when she had a big black cock shoved in her mouth and another in her asshole.I tore off the blindfold, certain that all she could see was my face. I told her what a worthless piece of trash she was and how she deserved all of this! Oh, the tears were lovely as she gagged on that massive cock and absorbed all of my stinging remarks.

When we were done with her, we untied her; but, she was too weak to move. I used one of her lipsticks to write “See you soon” on the bathroom mirror. I enjoyed watching her the next day, walking around so proud of her aches…but startled by any sound and person who neared her! What a fun little toy…Blair.

Abandoned Asylum

When my brother and I were young, we were sentenced to an asylum; our dumb parents thought that would help us… and it did but just not in the way they hoped. We learned new, better, more creative ways to harm ourselves and others.

We decided to re-visit our old haunt but we thought it’d be safer to go at night when it wasn’t as well staffed. They drug you at night; during the day is when you cause trouble. When we drove up, everything was dark and the building barely stood upright. Windows, walls, and doors were missing. We investigated the debris with our flashlights. There were toothbrushes by the sinks as if everyone had been unexpectedly interrupted in their routines.

It seemed like fire was the cause of the destruction. There was one place that we had to check for old time’s sake: a trap door in the floor. It creaked a little, then broke, as we removed the lid. When I shined my light down below, I saw a skeleton. My brother and I laughed because it had a name tag; and the only people who wore badges were nurses. We strained to read it: R-e-b-a. That was the head nurse!

We looked up at each other and instantly knew what had happened: no one knew about the trap door except patients, and that fire had been set on purpose, most likely to cover up dear old Reba’s death. We looked a little further and could see a few patients’ bracelets. “We finally revolted,” my brother said. I told him that it was a shame that we hadn’t been a part of that; but, we did our legacy…and that’s for another time. We walked out of the abandoned building and said, “Keep it tip-top,” which was Reba’s motto.

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.

catch this, you’re infected

Words race through me like fucking crazy. Dickfucking, assfucking, wild insane thoughts. Most people would be horrified with just one peek into my crazy mind. Evil is my possession and I am its tool…

Shut your mouth

I’ll cut your tongue,

sew your lips shut,

put plastic wrap over your nose

INFLATE

your lungs…

getting big as you struggle, try to get air

You’re suffocating!

His dick is hard, his dick is hard! Gonna put it inside

don’t cry…

cut a hole

right over your mouth

SUCK HIS COCK, SUCK IT!!

Still can’t breathe

Now you’re choking on his semen

it’s spewing out and drowning you

in white yummy cum

eat it. lick it. taste the spud.

Want some more/I’ll give you mine.

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I want to stick my finger in your pussy

tear it apart

Now I’ve got a crazy picture in my head, of you in bed. You’re not moving and I’ve blown a hole in your head. I did it with a firecracker, put it in your mouth, lit the fuse.

WOAH.

The fire started in your pussy! Now it’s gonna explooddeee.

School Nurse

Medical fetish phone sexAll the shits are out of school.  I think summer vacation for the masses is a severe detriment to the education of the young.  There is nothing more irritating then to arrive some place only to find screaming snot machines with their Parents.  Family day they call it.  I call it a nuisance.  They should be in some sort of state run educational program instead.  Perhaps that way they will have a better grasp on what to expect from life, and actually make something of themselves besides fat. 

I would love to be the School Nurse at a state ran mandatory educational institution.  If they didn’t shut up in class, showed lack of attention or manners then they would be sent to me.  Mandatory cavity searches at the start of each day would be administered with as much care as one would give to a gutter whore.  If they refused, then an enema would be administered until they expunged what ever it is that they were trying to hide. 

If they became injured then I would mend them.  If stitches were needed, then they would feel the needle pierce their tender flesh as the cat gut was crisscrossed to close up their wounds.  No anesthetic needed, it is too expensive and they had not earned it.  If they perhaps dislocated a limb, then I would yank the appendage out and re-adjust it so that it would slip back into the socket.  Imagine what type of people they would be if they were to Graduate from this type of environment.  No more thinking the world owes them something, no more being spoiled by stupid parents.  They would be educated, strong and I am sure they would always remember their school nurse Sin.

rOUGH aND pRETTY eVIL

You want my tit, don’t you? Go ahead–say it. You wish you could wrap those wet, ready, waiting lips around one of my pert and succulent titties and lick and suck until my warm flesh titillates your dick. You wanna whip it out and show it to me like a fucking trophy. Well, I don’t wanna see it. Lock it back up in your pants and tie a belt around it til it turns blue and purple, you stupid prick. The only way you’ll get a taste of these big pretty lumps is if you earn them. My womanly flesh is ripe and ready to pick. I am one goth teen bitch you will have to work for. If you want a piece of this action, I will make you crawl and grovel and beg for it. That’s what gets me off–knowing that you love the sick, twisted freak that I am. If blood, gore, and sick shit makes your cock strain against the tight seams of your pants, we are on the same page. Most people cringe when they hear my fantasies…but I know I am well loved by the pervert freaks who cut little ones into tiny pieces and rub themselves off to fantasies of getting with me.

Wicked Revenge Part One

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Someone referred a guy to me; he was tall, had a few-day-old beard, and was visibly distraught. He kept mumbling about an “Ex” of his and how she had done him ‘wrong.’ I wasn’t really sure what happened, but I was determined to help him. Not out of the goodness of my heart, of course; rather, I just loved his evil plan. But, I figured he would probably back out and I would carry it out myself…and do away with him in the process.

We kidnapped his ex-girlfriend and her little daughter and separated them. First, we tortured the little girl. He initially slapped her face with his cock, kicked her in the pussy; I restrained her because I had other plans. I picked up my favorite dagger and began slicing her; to my surprise, he took the dagger away from me. He began using it to scrawl messages to his ex; he tried to write sentences and then he settled on words and shorter phrases, such as “whore” and “her fault.” The girl continued to scream for her mother, and my accomplice seemed to relish in her screams. We finally drove stakes in her neck, decapitating her head. Then my partner put her head on a stake and fucked it.

Wait until you hear what happens next…it gets even better!

Crisis Mode: Crack Whores

Sometimes I have to go on a little mission to collect. Dealing with people that are just asking for punishment is very disheartening. In the master bedroom of my Aunt Shelby’s apartment, I scanned the room and tsked to myself. On the floor, empty bottles lay smashed around a chipped plate with flies buzzing over a foul lump of meat. It did not look cooked. I saw a smelly, balled-up blanket with mysterious twigs and branches twisted within. It was stuffed underneath the corner desk. Something was moving inside . . . “Shelby,” I called, my voice echoing across the dimly lit room, “come out, come out, wherever you are.” My voice took on a singsong quality as I moved across the scratched hardwood floor. My combat boots only served to scuff it further, which made me smile. I found her shivering in the bathtub, a cigarette in one side of her mouth which had long since burned out. She was butt naked and huddled against the filthy tiles behind her. The hoops pierced through her erect nipples glistened against the light of the single ceiling bulb. I made soothing sounds and advanced on her sympathetically. My eyes flashed with the danger of a predatory she knew only too well. Reaching out, I pet the skin along her shoulder–right over the snake tattoo with a single cross on its back. “That won’t help you now,” I remarked. She shook and stared straight ahead, appearing unable to see me or acknowledge my presence. So I felt I had to help her. I reached down, took the cigarette from her mouth, and rubbed the butt in her face, scalding the skin and eliciting a piercing shriek of pain. “Hi Aunty Shelby, doll,” I beamed down at her bubbling skin. “So glad I got your attention . . . now you’re dead meat.”