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Drown Me

I’ve been soaking here for hours imagining you so far away. The water feels like a trap around my little body and reminds me of the time you tried to drown me in the tub. I was smaller then, but no less wise to what you were trying to do. I felt your cock get rock hard inside of me while you held my head under the water, pressing my face against the hard bottom of the bathtub. I would have died that day, but you came just in time. Once your evil cum drained out of you, you came back to reality and let my head come up.

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I remember choking on the water and trying to stand up as you kept knocking back down into the tub, telling me what a dirty fucking whore I was and that I would never be good for anything else. You stuck the bar of soap in my mouth and told me to suck it and try to clean myself. I remember gagging on the soap, but I didn’t dare try to spit it out. I sat and cried in the cold water and you stood up and pissed all over me. I was nothing but a used up toy at that point. All the water and soap in the world would never be enough to clean me.

Now as I lay here, in my own tub, with warm suds all around, I rub my clit thinking of those days when your cock would rage for me. My pussy throbs at the thought of how it felt to be drowning and unable to fight you off. I know I am a sick fuck now because of the things you did to me back then. I take the soap from the tray, and place it up to my mouth to taste it. It brings back all the memories that make my clit tingle and throb as I cum all inside my bathwater. I will never feel clean, and for that, I want to say thank you.

Carve Me Up

You were right, I got addicted. After that weekend when you tied me up in your basement and tortured my body and my mind, I will never be the same. I lay in bed at night aching for the burning of that blade cutting though my tits. I remember you telling me that I belonged to you forever, and of course I thought you were going to kill me. But you didn’t, you let me go, and you told me that I would come back on my own. The pain is all I can think of and I have to have more.

I knock on your door, my pussy throbbing under my skirt just hoping you will answer. The knob turns, the door opens, and there you are. I don’t even dare look into your eyes – I know I am a worthless whore to you and that wouldn’t be allowed. You tell me to go to the basement. I cum down the insides of my legs at just the sound of your voice. My legs try to buckle under me as I make my way down the stairs. I can feel you behind me and suddenly I am terrified, but its too late for that. I came on my own and you know my body is yours.

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I stand before you and strip down to nearly nothing. I can feel your eyes go up and down my naked body and you take me by the arm and lead me over to the table. Your toys and tools are arranged neatly, as if you had been waiting for me. I reach out and run my hands over the edges of the blades, remembering how they seared through my soft skin last time I was here. I remember my blood pouring out as you sliced my left nipple off. The pain was so incredible I couldn’t even make a sound when I tried to scream.

You reach for a long iron poker, with a sharp tip at one end. You tell me that now that I have come back, I am yours to keep, and you are going to carve your name in me so that I cannot get lost ever again. My heart is racing as you take the sharp tip and begin scratching through the skin on my back. I feel like a lowly piece of cattle being marked by you, and you are merciless with the pain. The blade drags and cuts through my skin and the blood starts running down over my tight ass. I can smell the scent and I know you can too as your cock gets hard at the bright red cascade. I will now forever carry your name, and its time for our next game…. what do you have in store for me, Sir?

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus: Who Do You Want to Snuff Out?

killer phone sex fantasies butcher girlI get asked all the time about my ideal victim. I am rather steadfast in my assertion that I have no type other than a person who has annoyed the crap out of me in some fashion. Age, race, gender… don’t matter to me because worthless fucks come in all shapes and sizes. Self entitled assholes, stupid fucks, whinny brats, needy bitches, small dick losers, are everywhere. But putting all that aside, the type I fantasize about butchering the most is the American Bimbo. Vacuous, attention seeking, drama filled, gold digging, bed hopping, Botox injecting, fake looking whores who give real women a bad reputation.

 I have zero tolerance for fake ass stupid bitches. When I see them at the mall shopping on some sugar daddy’s dime, or teetering drunk on stripper heels at some club, or using their plastic parts to get what they want, I’m consumed with sadistic ideas on how to dismember and torture them. I want to inflict insurmountable agony to their fake bodies. I have murderous visions of sawing off big bogus titties and feeding them to a pack of wild dogs. Using pliers to snap off dragon lady finger nails. Peeling the fake tanned skin from their bodies. Violating their bubble butts with a blow torch. Pulling the bleach blonde hair from their heads by the root. Sewing up their whore cunts so they cannot breed brats they can’t feed. Cutting out their tongues so they cannot ask stupid questions or lie. Yanking the ring from their worthless belly buttons with my teeth. My pussy drips at the thought of ridding the world of these dim-witted piranhas.

 On second thought, maybe I do have a type. Who wants to hunt with me?

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My First and Last XXX Snuff Porn

gangbang rape porn submissive blondeI answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn shoot. I have been violated and gangbanged by men all my life, but never been paid for it. This was a chance to make money off of being a submissive whore. When I arrived there were a dozen or so men I met who would be my costars. I was given the code word “red,” to say if things got too rough for me and I needed a break. In all my life with masters and various men, no safe word has ever been honored. This was sounding promising.

The filming took place in a warehouse bathroom. To say it was disgusting would be praising it’s condition. The stench was awful. It smelled like death. I swear this was the bathroom from the original Saw movie. The  director instructed my costars to tie me up. This was to be a bound gangbang film. Duct tape immobilized my legs; rope on my arms restrained my upper body. The filming began once my body was secured. They fucked my ass, my mouth, my cunt repeatedly. I couldn’t escape the smell of death. I tried to push it out of my mind, but I knew something was up. This was all too good to be true for a subby bitch like me.

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While I was being drowned in cum, I saw blood on the floor in one of the stalls. The director realized I saw it. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the toilet and shoved my face into the nasty bloody water. “The next stall will be coated in your blood whore,” he snapped. Then he bounced my face off the cold hard toilet seat. I woke up on the floor, blood dried to my face, covered in jizz. I squinted to see better as stark light was hindering my eyesight.  Every man who had fucked me was holding some sort of deadly weapon. I saw a knife, a gun, a hatchet, a hammer, a chainsaw, brass knuckles, even a stiletto. I yelled “red” repeatedly hoping their weapons would drop to the floor.

“Stupid greedy whore. This is a XXX snuff porn shoot and you are the victim,” were the last words I heard before, “Snuff the bitch out.” I was bound, gagged, laying on a dingy floor when they charged me. I was stabbed, beaten, cut, shot…My fingers were being snapped off my hand. I could see nothing but red. As I laid in an huge pool of my own blood, unable to move or even speak, the director said, “Cut.” The final words I would ever hear. I thought it was over; that I would be released to get medical attention. Wrong. Cut meant cut my head off. I saw the axe rise above my bloody head, then everything went dark and cold, so very very cold.

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Taking Up Space

Torture phone sexI love abandoned hospitals and asylums.  I hate new ones.  Although there is a lot of heart ache, pain, agony, and death in them, I think people should just fucking die if they are sick.  Why hang on and drive up the cost of everything for those of us whom are healthy, just die already you fucktards. 

I think instead of hospitals humans should do the decent thing and just turn themselves over to be eliminated.  Just think of how wonderful the world would be if we just killed the sick, cull the heard of the dying so to speak.  Health Insurance would come way down, maybe even go away all together.  Over population wouldn’t be an issue, because…killing.    Think of the businesses that would crop up, it would be like going home in that movie Soylent Green but without the biscuits. 

What I would love to do is get an abandoned asylum and just push those fuckers inside.  No food, no water, no care.  Just let them fend for themselves until they just give up the ghost.  Of course it wouldn’t just be them roaming around complaining that they are hungry.  Hell no, what fun would that be…for me.  I think once a month we would have a hunt.  You know, big money, sick minds, and booze.  Sounds like a party to me. 

Can you imagine paying money to kill someone?  And it would be totally legal.  Happiness!  I know this all sounds a lot like “The Purge” but it wouldn’t be, if you cannot pay the funds then you do not get to slaughter, plain and simple.  To make it even more fun and deviant, I think that if there was someone who could actually conjure demons to play with the guests would be great too. Oh, and to make even more money for myself, there could be some sort of reality show about the whole thing. 

What do you think of my idea? The wheels in my head are spinning and I’m getting giddy just thinking about it! VIVA LA TORTURE in all forms!

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Give Me More

After cuddling for 5 minutes, you get the tennis ball.  You push it into my widening vagina.  It feels like a lump of food being caught in my throat, only much bigger, and in my cunt instead.  You push it in more, and when it can’t go in more by pushing, You hit it with the bat.  Sometimes you miss and hit me.  You hit it until it disappears inside me.  But now you have lost the ball and have to get it back.

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You push on my lower abdomen, and tell me to push under threat of cuddling.  Eventually, after much labor and screaming, the ball pops out, bouncing off of the opposite wall. I begin to breathe easier until  you  remind me about the softball, which is much bigger.  My eyes widen as you begin pushing it into me, knowing that it probably would not fit in.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is the audacity of the attempt, and the pain.  Eventually you give up.  My pussy is bruised and bleeding.

This makes your cock rock hard and even with my pussy on fire, I want your cock. I want you to pound me – not cuddle me- so I pretend I don’t want you. I pull against the ropes and try to scream. The predator inside you attacks and sticks your hard cock into my swollen and bleeding cunt. I continue to scream even as I cum because I don’t want you to stop. You will never know that I had that orgasm, because this naughty little pain whore will never tell….

Torture

I wake up to find myself tied to your bed, legs spread, and my cunt exposed and unprotected.  Next to the bed is a table with various items:  A miniature baseball bat, and tennis ball, a soft ball, and a small chest cooler.  I look down and see a large knife laying between my thighs, the tip pointed at my pussy.  I don’t know if it is a promise or a threat, but it is there.  You approach the bed,  with your cock fully erect.  You grope my soft parts with one hand, and stroke yourself with the other.  

Your hands go everywhere, and penetrate my pussy, gentle at first, and then forceful and merciless afterward.  The ferocity of the penetration makes me scream at first, but it feels good, and I relax into a moan. You push in more, and my body arcs with ecstasy, and my juices flow.   You’re not giving me a chance to be afraid before I am aroused.  That way I cannot resist.  You work me up to the point of climax, before you pull out.  I’m not allowed to cum yet.  Instead you take the bat and hit my breasts with it.  They jiggle like punching bags, with red welts appearing.  You also hit my thighs, tummy, and finally back down to my pussy.    

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After hitting my pussy, you slide the bat inside, and fuck me with it.  It rubs raw against me on the inside, especially when it hits my cervix.   You work me up to a climax, and again deny me the pleasure.  I beg for you to let me, but you must punish me for asking.  Since pain excites me, you lay next to me on the bed, put your arms around me and hold me. FUCK, I hate cuddling.

Finally

I knew you had been watching me for a long time. You call my house constantly and hang up the phone. All times of the day and night. You send me letters with no return address and the handwriting is scrawled like a maniac. The police haven’t done shit to help me, and I walk around scared all the time. Last week, there was even a note on my car. It said you were watching. I had no doubt that you were.

I got an alarm system for my house, and started carrying pepper spray. Everywhere I went, I checked behind me to see if you were there. I rarely went anywhere at night because the dark just seemed more scary, knowing you could be lurking anywhere. You emailed me pictures of myself from everywhere – the grocery store, the park when I jog, and it was never ending. You had me acting like a scared little mouse, just waiting for the cat to pounce.

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Last night I had to go visit a friend at the hospital. I was there much longer than I thought I would be and I had to walk back to my car alone in the dark. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The parking lot was quiet, and I just kept thinking about you and if you were watching me. I was almost to my car and remembered my pepper spray was in my purse. As I went to reach for it, you came out of nowhere and grabbed me. I could smell sweat and leather and you had a grip on me that I couldn’t break free of.

You shoved me against my car, ripping my blouse open, and I could feel my tits against the outside of the cold window. You had been there waiting all along. Your months of patience had finally paid off. You had me alone, and in the dark, and now I would become your prey. As I felt your cock enter my pussy, and your hands go around my throat, I knew that I wouldn’t make it out alive. You tightened your grip, and the last thing I remember is feeling your hot cum shoot inside of me… then it all went black.

Your Blade

You always make me strip in front of you. The camera rolling as usual, Sir. You and your snuff movie fetish has become an unquenchable addiction, and I am the only girl who can handle the pain. Not only can I handle it, I long for it. You bought a new knife. I see it gleaming from the bedside table. Its short but sharp, and looks like it could gut a deer in a matter of moments. I knew it was a new gift for me, and would be used to spill my insides for your camera.

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You never cut me yourself – you make me do it.  You make me mutilate my own body. You tell me I should be ashamed of how beautiful men think I am and that I need to deform myself so that men stop staring. I know you are right, and I ask your permission to pick up the knife. Of course you make me beg, and I do, because I need the pain.  I take the blade and follow your instructions to pierce my nipples, one at a time, slowly so they bleed down my bare stomach.

You look on calmly, cock rising with every poke of the blade into my tender breasts.  The pain sears through me like fire as the blade slices right under my nipple and severs all the womanly glands inside. I start to sweat from the pain and my heart races like a little bunny, knowing I am nothing but a toy to you. Then I take the blade to my other nipple, and do the same. They hang there, a bloody mess, and you begin to stroke your cock. I stick my chest out to show the camera and I know you are proud of me.

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I withdraw the blade and you point to my pussy and I know what I have to do. I take it down between my legs and begin to stick it straight up my pussy. You smile, and I love it. It is so sharp, it slices both sides of my tight cunt as it enters and and fresh red blood pours down my legs onto the floor. I fuck myself with the knife, and each stroke makes me more and more dizzy with pain and ecstasy. I pull it forward and cut my clit in two. Blood spurts out onto your leg, and you laugh – the video has captured it all. It won’t be long before my vision starts to blur… and we still have so much to do….   

The New Girl

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I woke up and found your new girl in the bed with me. I knew you were watching from the camera on the wall, and you know my little whore cunny gets wet at just the thought. She was playing with herself, and I knew she didn’t yet know you were watching. The amount of ecstasy you feed these girls really gets them going. She saw I was awake and just spread her legs further for me to watch and join in.

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She smelled so good, her wet cunny bright pink from rubbing it so hard. I helped her cum by playing with her little clit with my fingers. I could feel the heat coming off her body as she came over and over. I could picture you sitting in the other room, watching the large computer screen that shows you exactly what all your girls are up to. I made sure you got a good show by letting her touch my little body in her drugged sexual stupor.

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I showed her how to touch and lick another girl just right. She was a fast learner, and horny as hell from the drugs and the vibrator. I kept looking over my shoulder, hoping you would join us in the room. I knew, at the very least, you were stroking that gorgeous cock of yours. Watching your newest teen get taught how to do things by your favorite little cum whore – me.  I love to please you and I know its all a mindfuck, but my clit doesn’t mind being just another one of your toys. I love getting the new girls and this one was going to be a lot of fun.