Hurting people turns me on, always has and always will. Not that I ever bothered trying to change it, but I’ll never want to. I love the way I am! Just seeing someone in pain makes my cunt dripping wet, but I like it better when I inflict it. I came once just from cutting into the flesh on a trembling body. My favorite part is watching the blood run from the wound until it splashing on the ground. There’s just something about the noise it makes, it’s like an addiction. Sometimes I even lick the red rivers of blood as they pour out and make their way to the floor.
Extreme pain sluts are afraid me now and they should be. I’m experimenting with new things because I want to push my limits. It might sound strange, but I want to do something so revolting that it even disgusts me. I don’t think I’m even close to getting there at this point! I’m not worried though, there’s still plenty of time for that and I’ve always been very creative.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
Blood lust
Cast in Place
She really put up a fight. When you grabbed her out of the parking lot, hit her over the head, and tied her up in your van, she pretended to be knocked out cold. She fooled you, and you hate to be fooled. Unfortunately the joke was on her. By the time she was untied, she was already in your dungeon, and no one could hear her screams. Well, except us other slave whores. And we are worthless to her.
We watched as you untied her, and as she tried to surprise you by coming up swinging. Little did she know the consequence this would have. I even saw your cock get hard at the extra excitement it gave you. Your dark side came out, and you began beating her ruthlessly. Once you had her on the ground, you grabbed her legs and arms, one by one, and snapped them. She was a useless torso, and the screams got quieter as her pain took over. But your cock was still hard, and you weren’t done with her yet.
You got down on the groun and tried to lift her up. But she had no balance on her broken legs, and your arms were tired from beating her so badly. You got up and let me out of my cage. You simply said “Fix her.”. I didn’t know what to do, but I remembered all your medical equipment in one of the closets and I went there. Hanging there in all the filth was a nurse’s outfit of all things. It seemed ridiculous, but it was cold and I was naked, so I put it on. I grabbed some supplies and headed back to her motionless body.
I knew you wanted to fuck her, and so I had to get her in a position so that you could. Her bones were broken in her legs, so I began wrapping them as quickly as I could. You stood over us, stroking your cock and chuckling. I got one thigh cast up tight, and pulled with all my strength to get her ass in the air. Then I wrapped the other one. I took a board and placed it between her legs – and cast her in a perfect doggie style position. I got up and stepped back, and you knelt behind her with your raging hardon and began plowing her asshole.
Her screams returned, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t move and you continued to fuck her body full of broken bones. You came in her tight ass, as she choked on the dirt on the floor. I removed the costume and returned to my cell. You left her there, in her permanent fuck position. I knew you would leave her there until her bones fused back together just the way they were. The stupid bitch should have known better than to try to fool you, Master. My pussy aches for the day when I get to remove the casts and see her pathetic new shape, and watch you fuck her all over again.
Medical Fetish Phone Sex Doll Making
I knew when I saw you get out your medical kit, that it was time to play doctor. Only you don’t know how to play doctor like a good sweet boy. The only way you know how to play is like Dr. Frankenstein. You whistled like a crazy man as you laid out your tools on the table. A hacksaw, needles, rope, tape. Us girls, chained in our cells, couldn’t look away. We knew what you were up to. You were going to use your amateur medical skills to make another freak monster of what you consider the perfect girl.
I remember the last time you played this game. Your medical fetish phone sex had gotten out of control. You went cell to cell, dragging each of us out and chosing which parts of us you liked best. One girl had the best tits, and another the best eyes. Another the best pussy and still another one some nice long legs. You decided you wanted a blonde, and when you approached my cell I was so scared I pissed all over the floor. But you looked at me, up and down, and said I was too ugly, and there was nothing pretty enough about me to work in your new creation.
I was spared because of my lanky legs and mousey hair and small tits. The other girls were not so lucky, and you took each of them kicking and screaming to the operating table. The girl with the beautiful blonde hair was scalped and left to die bleeding on the floor. The one with the nice long legs had them amputated with your chainsaw. She didn’t even survive long enough to watch her legs fall off. Slowly and methodically, you took the pieces you needed from each whore. Enough pieces to make a whole girl. A perfect fuck doll.
Once you had your pile of parts, blood everywhere, you began sewing them together. Shoving the blue eyes in the bloody sockets, and sitching the legs to the body with the perfect pussy. You took your time sewing the tits on, making sure they looked perfect. Your masterpeice came together as a big bloody mess, but was somehow still beautiful. You stood back and admired your work, and then you fucked your new creation while the girls who were still alive watched. I remember feeling ashamed that I wasn’t even good enough to a single piece of what you considered beautiful. As crazy as it sounds, seeing your medical equipment out and ready, I am hoping you see something about me this time that is good enough to use…
Snuff Sex Goes Splat
When you have a twisted and warped mind, the most innocent things give you the most wicked ideas. There is no fighting the urges within. When the thought enters your head, your nipples stand at attention and your cunt begins to produce juices that soak your little black panties, you know that you must live this out. Watching a show about science and seeing the experiment showing what falls faster, a bowling ball or a feather made me want to do my own gravity experiment. What falls faster a dead body that isn’t fighting or a live one that is kicking and screaming? So what do I need for my experiment? Two bodies of course, a building or a balcony to throw them off of and a stop watch to time it. All in the name of science….I got my two bodies and I took them to the abandoned warehouse that I often use along with a stop watch and a plan. My hypothesis is that the dead body will fall faster because it is dead weight. Now to test this out and see. I know that both of my bodies weigh about the same, I don’t want to make the dead body weigh less, so suffocation or strangulation will have to be the method I use to snuff one of them. With them both tied up I play eeny meeny miny moe. Laying the looser on the cold hard concrete I cover her face with a clear plastic bag and hold it tight around her neck. While she kicks and flails under my naked cunt, the movement and excitement coupled with the sobbing coming from my other body, makes me cum hard. Now that she has stopped moving I lick my cum off her dead body before grabbing my stop watch and dragging her body to the edge of the balcony. Pushing her over and hitting the button I watch her fall and can’t help cumming again as her body hits and her skull pops open with a popping sound splattering brains on the floor below. Ahh this is so much fun. Now time for the second one. As I get closer to her she is shaking with fear and I just smile. I drag her up by her hair, stand her in front of me with a knife in one had and my stop watch in the other. I slice the restraints on her wrists, shove her and hit the button. Watching her fall kicking and screaming. Unfortunately she doesn’t hit the ground the same way and all though the way her body is twisted and mangled and the sound of her breaking bones makes me cum, her skull isn’t popped open. What a shame. And I am wrong, they fall at the same rate. I love fucking gravity!
Cock Mutilation
One thing I’ve enjoyed for a long time is CBT and genital mutilation. Doesn’t matter to me if it’s a dick or a pussy I just like watching them struggle through the pain. When I hear screaming and see a nice thick puddle of blood my cunt gets soaking wet.
Over the years I’ve helped a lot guys who wanted to modify themselves, it just wasn’t as thrilling because they wanted it. Regardless of it being consensual, it did still excite me. I’d stab the flesh of their cock’s with needles, push metal hooks through their balls, and also satisfy their need for CBT in anyway imaginable. Whenever I wanted the real thing it was never hard to find anyway.
My first couple times with an unwilling victim either they died or I killed them. Then I discovered that sometimes they suffer more if I let them live. Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with a deformed sack of meat between your legs? No doctor could come close to fixing you! I’ve seen pictures of what they do and usually it’s not much of an improvement. Someone once told me that they can replace your cock with your big toe, but I don’t know if that’s true… Even if it is, who would want that? They have plenty of other methods, but you’d still probably be better off without your dick. Why bother with all the surgeries? They’re so expensive and it’s not like you’ll ever cum again anyway.
That part of it really turns me on too. No matter what they do they’ll never feel warm pussy wrapped around their miserable pricks again. They can pray and cry all they want, but in the end they know that they’ll never have their cock’s back. It must drive them crazy because most eventually kill themselves.
Tricked By You
My doorbell rang and when I answered, there was nothing but a vase of flowers and a note. The note said to meet you at an address I had never heard of. I know you have been watching me for some time now, but this is the first communication you have really made, other than the late night phone calls where you say nothing. I decided to go, even though my gut was telling me I shouldn’t. But I had to know who you were and what was going on, and the flowers seemed nice, so I went.
The address was an old run down building, but I wasn’t scared because it was daylight, so I got out of my car and tried to find an open door. The back door was cracked, so I went inside. It was musty and no electricity seemed to be on. I called out, “hello?” and no one answered. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I somehow knew you were there. Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and your arm around my neck. I started kicking, but was unable to scream. That is all I remember until waking up just now, tied up, with you standing above me.
You are not what I expected, and even though I am scared, my pussy begins to throb because I know exactly what you want to do to me. I can see your hard cock through your jeans and my clothes have already been ripped. Had you already done things to me while I was passed out? I had no idea, but it felt that way. Now that I was awake, you grabbed me by the hair and shoved your cock in my mouth and told me to suck it. I did as I was told, terrified, but secretly loving how hard you were.
Then you threw me over on my side, and the way I was tied I couldn’t even move or try to stop you. You began slapping my ass so hard that it felt like I was bleeding. You spanked my tight ass for at least 20 minutes before shoving your cock deep inside my dripping wet cunt. You told me what a stupid whore I was for coming today, and I knew you were right. I tried to tell you I wouldn’t tell anyone if you let me go, but you weren’t listening. The way you were fucking me, I know you have no intention of ever letting me go.
You made me an insatiable pain slut
You always like to remind me how helpless I am. Last night you even tied up my wrists and ankles with rope. I waited that way until morning, struggling to fall asleep because I knew a severe beating was coming. This time I want to feel the pain from every blow, I know I earned it. Didn’t you notice how I kept my eyes open until they swelled shut? I know how much you enjoy hurting me and I’m really scared now because I like it too. Every time you choke me I know it might be the last time, I could easily black out and never wake up. It gets me excited too, it’s actually the only thing that does now. Nothing will ever be the same.
Although you probably think I’m lying its the truth. While you were beating me this morning I felt ashamed of how wet it made me. My cum was gushing out and running down my thighs, you must have been too distracted by all the blood to notice. After you left me untied and alone in my room, I pressed hard into my swollen clit until I squiredt into a puddle of my own blood. I was so disgusted with myself I nearly puked. Maybe this was what you wanted all along or maybe you wanted me to always hate it. Obviously I’ll never ask, you rarely let me speak anyway. Most days I’m gagged when your pricks not stuffed deep inside my throat or I’m just locked away in my room. Sadly, all I did this week was rub my slippery pussy while I day dreamed about all the torture that awaits me. That’s how sick I am now, I can’t control it anymore
Bad Girl Again
I tried to clean the house like you said, but its never good enough. And I know I am going to be beaten anyway, so today I decided to really try to get back at you. I was washing the dishes, and decided to leave one dirty plate in the sink. I knew it would make you furious, and I love the pain you inflict on me so much that I just couldn’t stop myself. I waited for you to get home, watched as you checked the shelves for dust. Then you spotted it – the one dish in the sink.
You walked over, and picked it up, almost in disbelief. You turned around towards me holding it in your hand. The fury in your eyes was so intense that my pussy began to tingle at the mere thought of what you were going to do. You walked over and grabbed me by the hair and made me lick the dirty garbage off the dish with my tongue. Telling me what a dirty fucking cumwhore I was and that I was going to pay for my insolence. I licked the slime from the plate and then you dragged me to couch and tied me up.
You picked the plate back up, and began beating me with it until it broke into pieces. The bruises on my face and arms were throbbing, but my pussy was still wet. I am a pathetic waste of space, and I know you need me for your stress relief. Once the plate broke, you took a shard of the porcelain and began slicing into my bare chest with it. You pressed hard enough so that I bled, and you scratched the words “filthy whore” over my tits. The pain release was incredible, and I loved every pull of the jagged plate edge.
Once you had finished your writing, you took your cock out, dragged it through my fresh blood, and than began fucking my mouth. You fucked my face so hard I couldn’t breath, and your cock was covered in my fresh blood, making it taste coppery and so delicious. You were screaming at me that I will obey you from now on, and that I will be a good slave or else. I came down my legs as you came down my throat. I think tomorrow I will fold your socks the wrong way and wait in anticipation of your hard hands until you find them….
Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Holiday Slaves
My master had me and another one of his slaves over for an early Thanksgiving dinner. We thought we were going to be having dinner with him. He had other plans. There were other men there from his office. He was having an early holiday party/Thanksgiving dinner. We were there as slaves in every sense of the word. After I served everyone dinner, I had to be the centerpiece on the table. At first I thought this was not any big deal. Lay there naked and look pretty. I was there for the men to use. Some fucked me while the others ate. I was both an appetizer and desert to some of his guests. To others I was a toilet. They would piss in my mouth and then put the ball gag back in my mouth so I could not spit out the piss. Some used me as a garbage disposal. Cleaning their plates off in my mouth, forcing me to eat what they didn’t want. A few even shoved turkey bones up my cunt.
My fellow slave suffered the same humiliation at the other table. After dinner, the men were more drunk and twisted. One guy said we were dirty birds and should be stuffed accordingly. They stuffed us first with cocks. Then with fists. A few stuffed us with kitchen cutlery. Master, however, stuffed us with fire pokers. Hot ones too. It felt like the inside of my pussy was being branded. In fact, Master said now everyone would know I belonged to him. He branded my worthless cervix. The pain was excruciating. Master is normally not this dominate, but I think he was putting on a show for his friends. Trying to look like a total bad ass.
My fellow slave got branded up her worthless ass. She called him out. I know better than to talk back to a Master. I had to pay for her disobedience. We got the crap beat out us. All the guys got to throw a punch to our faces and bellies. We were covered in bruises and blood. We were slumped on the floor when they started pissing on us too. I was only half lucid, but I remember what came next. Master had a few guys drag us to the back yard, naked in the cold. He threw us together in a coffin and buried us in the back yard like a little boy buries a jar of pennies. We were together, scared, cold, in pain, in that coffin for a day before Master dug us up. I was grateful to be alive. My fellow slave was not so lucky. I wanted to be sad, but she was weak. She did not know how to be a good slave. If you are my master, I promise I will never talk back. You can do whatever you want to me and I will never complain. Good slaves are meant to be abused not heard.
From Cradle To The Grave
Oh man did you pick a shit day to come knocking at my door. He is here and you are just the thing that He loves. Plus, I have no clue where your Dad is. What the fuck are you doing outside in just a t-shirt and panties anyway? Don’t you know the apartment number where you belong? I suppose you do not since you seem to be way too young to even teach your address and phone number to. Well. I guess you can come in, He was getting bored anyway.
See, I tried to tell you this was a shit day for you. Now you have that nasty bruise on your cheek. I’m afraid little one that that isn’t the only injury you will be receiving today. Not that it would matter because you couldn’t prepare for it. Plus you can hardly talk correctly anyway. Little people babble confounds me. Maybe it’s better this way. If He gets your face, and the back of your throat swollen enough I won’t have to hear it.
He loves when your tiny body squirms around like that. Him shoving his cock into that tight place between those chubby little legs of yours. I have news for you darling, I don’t think your Daddy is looking for you at all. I don’t hear any cop sirens, nor do I hear anyone calling out a name. Looks like you are stuck with us for a bit. I do mean a bit too, because after He is done violating and hurting you we will have to get rid of you by tossing your barely potty trained little body into a coffin in an abandoned building. Maybe this isn’t such a shit day after all.