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When Giants Attack

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My friend’s brother is always stalking about how sweet and petite women are supposed to be, how demure. And it makes me want to wretch. I’ve thought about suffocating him with my own spit at night, but I knew that wasn’t even good enough. No, I had to be patient and wait for the right moment.

Since we haven’t been the best of friends, I invited him out for lunch, under the pretense that I wanted to get to know him better. He sat aside from me and I let my hate build to a boiling rate as his mouth flopped about “a woman’s place.” I smiled, evilly, thinking about him finding his rightful place soon enough. After lunch, we headed out to a house that I had previously visited. He thought we were going to have some kind of cookout. Ha!

He looked around, surprised at what he saw: massive women in one corner and skinny men in the other. He laughed and said they were freaks. And, he enjoyed the show, watching as these men sometimes lost consciousness as their heads were squeezed between the thighs of the giant woman. He shouted and called those men, “pussies” and anything he could think of. He shook his head and said, “Damned if I’d let a woman do that to me!” I urged him on, riled him up. “Look, that fucker creamed himself? What the fuck?” He yelled, “You’re not a man!” Finally, as he was getting louder and louder, I stood up and screamed, “Hey, my friend wants to try!” I could see the oh-fuck-you look in his face; but, then determination replaced it. Yeah, he was gonna prove what a tough man he was in front of me and everyone else.

Out of all the women in the pack, the largest stepped forward. Apparently, she had heard him yelling during the exposition and was ready to teach him a little lesson. Laughter escaped my lips and I sat down, ready to enjoy every delicious moment.

He danced around like a freakin’ monkey and I rolled my eyes. Where’d he learn those moves, I wondered. As he tried to make something akin to karate noises, the woman was growing increasingly annoyed. She put her forearm against his throat and threw him to the ground. Her booming laughter sounded like a mix between a gorilla and some monster on television. I loved it!

He continued to ‘mouth off’ and she rubbed her pussy in his face, looking at the audience and laughing. Crossing my legs, I rooted her on; and we seemed to share a connection as our eyes met. Yeah, give that bastard what he deserves! She told him that she would get off of him if he shut up; she gave him several chances and got up. He tried to regain his strength; but everyone could see he was on his last leg. She gave him one more chance to shut-up but he shook his head ‘No’ and she kicked his legs out from under him.
She took off her clothes. Pushed her massive titties to his face. “Suck on momma’s boobies, baby,” she said in her husky voice. She rubbed her bush against him, leaned up so he could see it. His dick was getting hard in his pants and she pointed at it. “Is that all? You have a pencil dick?! You can please a woman like me with no pencil dick!”

I almost fell out of the bleachers laughing. Finally, he stopped moving. The guys who had wrestled before him took turns fucking him in the ass while us women beamed and were pampered. When we were done with him, a couple of the ladies took him to the curb and dropped him. When I was driving past, I saw a sign in red letters that said, “Pencil Dick.” How appropriate! He tried to avoid me ever since that day; I want him to live in fear for a little bit longer…

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A few weeks later, I received a drawing in the mail; apparently one of the women in the group was an artist. It was me, my large feet stomping out all of the rejects of the world, all the stupid motherfuckers. That’s right, bitches, I am Giant, hear me roar!

Desert Rose

Taboo phone sexI could hear it being jostled around in the trunk.  It better not get it dirty, it’s my new car for christ sake.  The favors I do for friends, I swear.  It won’t wake up they said, sure.  Sounds like it’s pretty much awake right now.   Just a few more miles to go into this stupid Desert heat, then I can stop and take care of this.  I have to meet two others, and they better be there.  I’m just there to make the delivery, not to get my hands dirty.

I finally arrive, get out and pop the trunk.  I have never in my life seen two guys who looked like they just crawled out of the sewer before, but I guess I can now add that to the list of people whom I have met.  I could smell the sweat on them.  One of them grabbed the thing, and the other started to undo his pants.  All that screaming, it was fucking intense.  I am not sure how many times I heard them slap it around.  It just wouldn’t shut up.

I think it must of bit one of the guys because I heard a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” from one of them.  Then I heard the pleading.  Seems one of  them decided to wedge their fist into a very small space.  I still had my door open listening to this all.  I noticed a beautiful flower off to my left.  It was beginning to bloom, sorta funny, knowing that right there next to me a new life is beginning while behind me one will be ending shortly.

I just couldn’t take it any more.  I plunged my hand into my pants and got off on the shit that was happening behind me.  Between my getting off and seeing the flower, I’m now glad I went.

 

Follow

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Aren’t the poor ones the easiest ones to lure away from their safety?  All you have to do is promise them materialistic items and they follow.  All the warnings, and lectures their Mother’s have given them regarding going with people they do not know just leaves their tiny little brains.

The one who you saw peaked your interest right away.  She was in the store with her Mom asking her for everything and anything.  The Mother sadly told her that she was sorry but they just could not get anything this time, that maybe next time they would have more money.  Then she leaned down and gave her daughter a hug.  The girl walked behind her Mom slowly and you heard her mutter, “We never have any money.” 

Keeping a good distance between yourself and them, you follow.  Eventually they walk up to a run down apartment building.  You hear the little girl ask if she can play on the playground.  The Mother gently touches her daughter’s shoulder and tells her okay but not too long because they have to go to the food bank because she couldn’t get everything at the store. 

The Mother disappears into the building and the little one takes off running toward the swing sets.  You pull out your cell phone and start to talk loudly on it as you make your way toward her.  Not even looking at her you start your pretend call saying that you cannot believe that your daughter didn’t like her birthday present.  You make yourself sound upset and act as though you have no clue what to do with your daughter’s ungrateful behavior.  Then you say, “You know what? If she is going to act that way, I’ll just give that bike away to someone else!”  You hold the phone to your chest, turn around and shout, “Hey, little girl? Do you want a brand new bike? My daughter is being a brat and I don’t think she deserves it!”

The little girl knew exactly all about how your daughter was being a brat, because you made sure to speak loudly enough for her to hear everything.  She excitedly shook her head yes.  Her soft curls bobbing up and down on her shoulders.  You tell her that you just have to walk down to the place where you were having the party to get it for her.  You ask her if she wants to go along so she can just ride the bike back to her apartment building so  you won’t have to walk all the way back.  She smiles and says yes.

As soon as you closed that door, she knew something was wrong.  Maybe it was the smell, maybe it was all dust floating in the air, maybe it was the half blacked out windows,  perhaps it was all the other little girl clothing scattered along the floor leading to a dirty mattress in the corner, or perhaps it was the other little girl in the dog crate in the corner whimpering in the pale defused light.  What ever it was didn’t really matter because she was the one who chose to follow.

Anus Mundi

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There you are.  Do not be nervous.  I know you are used to your other home care nurse, but she fell unexpectedly…ill.  No I am not with the service, I am a friend of your care provider.  You just lay back and relax.  I just need to take off my coat and get situated.  You may notice the way I am dressed.  I know it may be a little bit overboard, but I think it creates a certain aura.  It helps set the mood so I can do the necessary work I need to do.

I was informed of your Heritage.  I found it very interesting to say the least.  I was wondering if anyone in your family may have found themselves in a camp during World War II?  Perhaps working there? I did some research on your name and I was astonished to find that you had some very close relatives that wore a certain uniform whilst working at these places.  Does my Uniform maybe remind you of those relatives? It does? You are ashamed of them? I see. What is that they say? Guilty by association? Sins of the Fathers?

Excuse Me while I get the necessary instruments out.  You and I are going to reminisce about the old times.  Now if  you will just lift your arm up just a tad, I can place these restraints on your lower arms.  Now onto your legs. There, all snug as a bastard in a rug.  Open your mouth for me so that I can place this bit in your mouth.  Believe me when I tell you, you will want something to bite down on. 

Where should we begin? I am thinking the eyes.  A nice sharp hit upon the end of a chisel with a hammer right on the outside of your orbital socket should do the trick.  Then perhaps onto the hands.  You do not really need ten fully functioning phalanges now do you? The possibilities are endless, and so is the amount of fun I am going to have.  Welcome to your own Anus Mundi. 

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Play Date

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He told me he had a secret.  He asked me if I wanted to know what it was.   I told him that I do not like secrets.  He said, “Then I better show you.”  As we drove through the cool night I became a bit nervous.  He was blaring music and not speaking.  This always meant he was in one of his moods, and someone would be taken only to not survive the night.  We pulled into the old factory district. I relaxed because he had mentioned earlier in the month that he was looking for a loft, so I thought he was going to show me his new place.

We got out of his car, he came around and kissed me full on the lips then said, “You are going to want to get naked, it’s easier to clean up.”  I just stood there, he slapped me on the ass and yelled into the night, “Come on!  Come play with the Devil!”  I got undressed and followed him into the building.  It smelled like rust and rot.  It was comforting.

He said, “Do not take your shoes off though, shit is all over the place down there.”  I thought it was kinda funny to be walking around an old factory in six inch heels and naked, I started to laugh.  He opened a huge steel door and I immediately smelled piss, shit, and decomposition.  It smelled sweet.  He looked at me, he was almost jumping up and down, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dank darkness.

I could hear her.  I stopped.  He said, “Awww come on, why is this any different then anything else we have done?”  He had a point, there was no difference.  He yanked open the door and she ran at us.  He punched her square in the face. He yelled out a “YEEHAW!” Then went in the direction he sent her flying.  I followed laughing.

I have never heard someone bitch as much as she did, complain, complain, it was fucking annoying.  He had me hold an old pipe up to the back of her head, he kicked it through her spinal column right at the base of her cerebellum.  That sure as hell shut her up.  He yelled, “Look Ma, No hands!” Then reverse skull fucked her.  I could see the tip of his cock sticking out from her semi closed mouth.  After he was done, I understood why he wanted me naked, this was a fucking messy play date.

 

 

Arousal

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I was recently asked by one of many sick adorable freaks who call me, if I ever get aroused.  This made me chuckle, of course I get aroused.  My arousal comes from things more along the lines of death, mutilation, torture, forced sexual situations, decay and all around heavy taboo fantasies dealing with depravity.  Meaning, the nastier the better.  By nasty I do not mean such cliche things such as “Oh, yeah face fuck me harder.  I love your cock in my sweet pussy.” I am referring to the nasty that swims inside the deep pools of the sexually insane mind.  Those  thoughts that form in the darkness of madness and are done with a happy heart.

However, if nasty to you involves a blow job where you release your nut paste into the back of My throat, then I implore you not to phone Me, as I am not into that type of thing and I find it very dull to say the least.  That does nothing for Me, it bores Me to tears.  I become aroused at the thought of skin peeling away from flesh, the high pitched screams of pain echoing through the alleyways in some low rent crack infested housing project.  I take pleasure in the pictures that stream before my mind’s eye where there is something frail and delicate tossed to the wolves of human cruelty then left to whimper until their mind can take no more and it shatters into psychosis. 

This is what arouses Me.  This is what I like.  This is your answer to the question you posed. 

 

Knock Knock

Rape phone sex fantasies RavenDarling little Angels, With pretty hate filled eyes,

Trained to gasp with pleasure, as men slip between their thighs.

Holding on so tightly, small hands upon his face

Never did the stupid fool consider the real price of this wicked place .

He grunts, groans and whispers, sick demented things

into soft, tiny ears, as they are forced down upon rusted bed springs.

When his  sack is empty, he pulls away to leave,

Until he feels that little tug, hard upon his sleeve.

For one forever moment, He shows a little love,

He reaches down toward his freshly soiled Princess, to give a swift  short hug.

She presses broken finger nails into his soft fat flesh,

She clings to her former lover as the other tasty young things

emerge to join in the mesh.

He tries to thrust her outward, push her hard away from his side,

the nails, they dig in deeper as her mouth stretches opens wide.

The others are upon him before he can fight back,

They are hungry little demons looking for an

after hard fuck snack.

You see this stupid piece of male meat walked into the place,

thinking it was your typical young girl whore house where he could just shoot his load upon a small little face.

She took his money gladly, then lead him down the steps,

Into the damp dim gloom, you could hear the little voices coming from each tiny room,

He picked the one he wanted, his cock already hard.

She smiled a crooked smile, then knocked upon the door,

it opened up silently, hardly scraping on the floor.

The little thing giggled, then laid down on the bed that was smelly and blood marred.

At first he didn’t notice how the blood was also on the wall,

Or how there were screams from other men echoing in the hall.

Now he is surrounded, brought down to the floor,

teeth, sharp and jagged keep going back for more.

Within a few horrific minutes, he isn’t there at all.

The sweet little evil one, in whom he plunged his cock,

licks off her sticky fingers, then awaits another knock.

 

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You’re both intrigued and a bit frightened of me because you know exactly who I am and what I am capable of. And that makes your cock throb and ache for me, you’re completely mesmerized and there’s nothing that you wouldn’t give for a chance to put my wicked, wicked ways into action.

You’ve tried to stop, but it’s impossible to get me out of your head, it’s like you’re under my spell. Well, if you think about it, you are….admit it. I could see it in your eyes, you’ve fantasized about something like this happening but never once thought it could really happen.

The opportunity is here and now, so are you man enough to follow through and clean out all that useless baggage in your life? You need not worry about all the details, I’ll take care of everything, it’s what I do remember?

You have the most deviant, evil Accomplice at your service and I can safely say I enjoy and savor every second of what I do. The last few years have been a nightmare, your pathetic excuse for a wife is like having dead weight around your neck and you can’t free yourself, hmmm until now.

And, just because you have been through hell with that worthless troll, I’m gonna let you have a front row seat for delicious torture session I have planned out for her. In fact, I’m going to insist that you participate, she needs to look into your eyes and know that you are responsible for this!

You are going to save her, rescue her, comfort her, oh no….you’re going to tell her what a useless cunt she is and how every moment with her the past few years have been sheer torture for you and now it’s her turn. Mmmm, nothing is too graphic or gory for me, let’s push the limits and see how far we can prolong her suffering and agony…are you game?

Kiss Of The Dragon

torture phonesex dragonI have always been fascinated by the mystical creature, the dragon. A large flying scaled creature with claws sharp enough to slice a human in half and breath that shoots flames burning down towns and searing the flesh off the bones of anything it touches. I imagine it’s huge cock pointy and red like the flames it breathes, able to shoot gallons of thick milky cum that would cover my body several times over. It was no surprise when he showed me the dragon ornament that he bought for his cock that I wanted it deep inside my dripping cunt to help fulfill a life long fantasy. But first I wanted it to cause as much carnage as the creatures of folk lore. So I had to find a young virgin for him to fuck. I wanted her virginal blood to cover my dragon before it kissed my pussy lips and brought me to the heights of ecstasy. I watched as he held her down while she was kicking and screaming as he forced the dragon into her, ripping her tight pussy lips wide open before penetrating her sweet little cherry. The blood was every where and I couldn’t tell if she was bleeding more from her ripped flesh or the loss of her virginity, but it didn’t matter, my beautiful dragon was fucking her and soon it would be inside me covered in her blood. I could hardly keep myself from cumming as I waited to finally feel the kiss of the dragon. To finally live my fantasy even if it was in a small way. To finally feel his claws and teeth as he penetrated my waiting cunt!torture phonesex angie

Office Crush

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There are times in this life where you just have to take what you want.  No matter the cost, no matter the collateral damage made.  I had just one of these types of opportunities.  Sometimes the way to get someone to do something you want them to do isn’t in hurting a family member or themselves, it’s in hurting a dear beloved pet.

I found myself trying many other ways to get that which was coming to me.  That was money.  I do not do favors for people.  I do ‘jobs’ for people, and that means payment.  I had done some creative work for this person, and when I approached him for money, he told me he didn’t know what I was talking about.  I smiled politely and walked away. 

Three weeks pasted, then I showed up at his office one more time.  This time I had his precious “Fifi” with me.  He was shocked to see her in my arms.  He got up from his desk and walked toward me, his face red with anger.  I put Fifi down, lifted up my heel, and embedded the sharp point right into Fifi’s neck.  Not very hard, but hard enough to have her yelp.  He stopped and looked at me.  I simply said, “Either you pay me right now, OR Fifi goes into the great beyond.” I began to push my foot down harder.

I walked out of there with a bit of Fifi fluff attached to my Stiletto and a stack of green, crisp, cash.

 

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