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Bought and Paid For

I woke up with my hands and feet tied. You were standing in this bright living room. Four men were with you, and it was so strange, they were wearing suits. They all came towards me as I began to wake up. I was tied up and laying on a couch so I tried to squirm to get away and only managed to get halfway off before you grabbed me and threw me back on. You told me to lay still or you would hurt me. I laid still, terrified.

The men came closer and began groping my tits and ass,rolling me over and sticking their fingers between my legs. They were speaking some other language I didn’t understand. Finally they seemed to be pleased with my body and I saw one of them hand you a wad of money. As soon as he did this, they all began to get undressed. You leaned over and whispered to me to be a good girl. Then you left the room.

These men proceeded to until my legs, spread them wide and tear my tight pussy open wide with their hands. Apparently I was bought and paid for, and they were about to get their money’s worth. I screamed and they didn’t even care. they slapped my face, beat me relentlessly onto the floor. One of them whipped my ass so hard with his belt that I could feel the skin coming off with ever swing.

I saw my blood all over the carpet, and as each one fucked each of my holes, all icould think about was how much my worthless blood was going to stain the pretty carpet. They shot cum in my hair, in my eyes, and all over me, calling me names in their language. They twisted my nipples so hard they bled everywhere. They were insatiable, and abused my body for what seemed like hours. Finally one of them turned me over on my back. My vision was blurry from the blows to my head, but I could see him above me.

He had a knife, and that finally got my adrenaline pumping again. I tried to roll away, but the other men held me as he cut my throat, ear to ear…

Bad girls get punished

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I’ve been a bad bad girl.

I thought it was ok to go outside today to have a bath in the rain.

I thought it was ok. 

I never really get baths unless it is raining or master says its ok. 

I was outside enjoying the rain as it washed away the blood, urine and feces off my bruised body.

I had my back to the house not thinking that master would see me standing there naked. 

I just thought it was ok to wash my body for him.

Make myself clean.

As i was standing there naked in the moon light running my finger through my hair, I felt the steal of his spiked boots.

He kicked me in my back so hard it felt like he broke something. 

I could feel the warm blood running down my back as he was dragging me back into the basement. 

I knew master was angry, so I sat there waiting. 

He locked my hands up way above my head, and had me facing him. 

He had the riding crop.

He told me to beg him for mercy, and not to stop. 

If I stopped he would get something else to hit me with. 

I started begging him to stop, 

He hit me over and over again. 

When he was done I could see the damage. 

Open sores, blood and bruising. 

When it gets this bad, he feeds me.. 

He treats me like his princess. 

Tampon Tea

My jar is almost full, and I see you coming to collect it tonight. I know your taste for blood, and I’ve seen you taste mine on many occasions during your brutal torture sessions. But what were you doing with my used tampons? You make all us girls collect them in our jars for you every month. Then you collect them and take them back upstairs out of the dungeon with you. But tonight, you pulled me out of my cage, along with my jar of bloody tampons, and shoved me upstairs with you.

You sat me in the kitchen chair, stark naked, and grabbed a couple mugs from the cupboard. There wwas something boiling on the stove, and you came over and plopped down a mug in front of me. You went to the stove and came back with boiling water, pouring my mug full. Then you poured another mug of hot water for you. To my horror, you plucked a couple bloody tampons out of the jar, and placed one in each of our mugs. You sat across from me without a glance. You told me to steep my “tea”.

I began to gag at the thought, but I knew I better cntrol myself, and I began to dunk the bloddy tampon in and out of my mug as I was told. You said I was going to enjoy my bloody tea with you because I was such a worthless piece of shit whore. I said “yes, Master”, and continued to steep my tea. You had prepared yours and took a sip. I watched, horrified, as the blood red tea colored your lips. You licked them and I knew you thought it tasted delicious. You said, “drink, bitch”. I brought the mug to my mouth and did as i was told…. the way I always do.

Octopussy

Your perversions go so far beyond anything I ever dreamed. You had me spread eagle on the table this morning, letting the kitty cats lick me with their sandpaper tongues. One of the cats just wouldn’t join in, and of course you blamed me. You shoo’d them all away and began inspecting my cunt. You touched it, stuck your fingers in, and smelled them. You mumbled something about it not being “fishy enough”. I tried to ask what was wrong, but you gave me the usual “shut up whore” response.

You left me lying there, the cats looking at me with their cruel indifference. I am barely a piece of meat for their breakfast. You just love to watch them eat me and rub my clit raw until it bleeds from their harsh tongues. I hear you coming back, and youre carrying a large bowl, looking like you’re trying not to spill it.

You tell me to get on my knees, and as I do, I catch a smell of something really fishy — and so do the cats. They start meowing like crazy and gather around your feet as you approach me with the bowl. I don’t dare look back, as your punches are fierce when I disobey. I hear you slopping around in the bowl, and the smell gets worse – like rotting seafood. Then WHAP – you hit my ass with something hot and wet and slimy. I about jump off the table, but you grab my leg and hold me still and in position.

You tell me the kitties need some real flavor. I sneak a peek over my shoulder and you’re holding a large octopus! What the fuck? I again try to move and you grab me and hold me still. You take its giant head and shove it right inside my cunt. It was wet and it burned but the slime felt so good going in. It was squirming like crazy, and all the motion inside me made me cum immediately.

You let go of the octopus, and immediately its tentacles grab my tight ass all over, the little suckers attaching so tight I can hear them sucking on my ass cheeks. The cats are going absolutely crazy at the smell, and you put them back up on the table with me. As the octopus squirms its head inside me, and grabs my ass with its tentacles, the kitties begin to lick furiously at the test of the new fresh seafood – my octopussy….  

Better Love Story than Twilight

You were always good to me, and that was something I really loved about you. You were so sweet, and that really seemed like enough for the longest time! I was going to tell you that today, but when we kissed, when I started kissing your neck, I could feel the way your skin shifted ever so slightly, and the smell of your blood pulsing through your veins, I didn’t know if I could help myself as I sunk my teeth into that soft vein on your neck.
Before that I was just planning on a quickie in the living room, maybe to just give you a blow job, suck that thick cock, or sit on your face and lick my own cum off of your lips after I was done, but those plans seemed to change so very quickly once I managed to get a good spot to just go ahead and bite down.
You were shocked at first, but after a few moments you just sort of let me, I grabbed your hand shoving it between my legs as I swallowed mouthfuls of your blood, the hot liquid sliding down my throat with the same ease that coffee would have, but none of the bitterness.
I tore at your neck, not meaning too, and while I swear I heard you whimper, I don’t think you knew what just slid down the skin of your back was a slice of your own flesh, falling to the ground with a wet ‘plop’.
Your fingers slid against my slit and I moved to lift my skirt for you, so you has more access to the honeypot between my thighs, I could hear you tell me to knock it off, trying to pull your hand away, but I held it against myself, hips jutting forward as I groaned and continued to drink from you.
Two fingers pressed inside of me were enough to really get me going, my thighs clenching around your hand as I moaned and grunted against the hole left in your skin. I don’t know if I had ever once wished that I could stop, I just kept doing it either way, enjoying the way you tasted and the way your fingers would curl a little more each time I gave a good hard suck to the open wound.
I could tell you were starting to get dizzy, but I just couldn’t stop myself, you tasted like everything I’ve ever wanted put into some sort of human juice pouch. I don’t know what was wrong with me, it just felt right, that dwelling vampirism that every human may have, or something oddly poetic along those lines. What ever it was, I was soaked, in juices and your blood by the time you dropped.
I couldn’t really hold you up after that, you just fell, lifeless to the floor, the last few gulps of air you took were so raspy, and I realized then that I stopped hearing you at some point during my feeding from you, I just blocked out your voice and took in the sound of your heart beat.
When I snapped out of this daydream, looking to you from across the kitchen table, I couldn’t help but smile a little bit. You were around… and that really turned me on.

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Tied up

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I was on my stomach, face down on the floor with my wrists tied behind my back. The rope was too tight, it stung a little and hurt even more if I resisted. He was behind me, pushing his naked against mine. I could feel his cock growing and swelling, causing him to get more agressive. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me toward him. In a matter of seconds he stabbed my scared little pussy with his rigid throbbing cock.
My cunt was getting wet involunteeraily, making it easier for him to go as hard and deep as he wanted. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me cum, but I couldn’t stop it from happening it was out of my control. He put his hands around my throat, squeezing tightly until the room got dark. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was his dick deep inside my throat, filling it with his cum.

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After he was through, he just left me there still tied up. He gave me a quick slap across the face without giving a reason and I was mortified when I saw the entire we’d had an audience watching. There were probably five other men in the room and I had no idea how much they had seen, but that didn’t matter. He informed me that each of those men and more would get to use me for his amusement anyway they desired whenever they pleased.
I didn’t get much sleep that night worrying about what is store for me in the very near future. He also left me tied me up on the floor all night and most of the following day. I can’t be sure if he forgot about me or if he wants to remind me that he has full control.

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Blood On The Water

killer phonesex knifeThe flyer said it was a midight cruise. A murder mystery would need to be solved. The night promised to be full of intrigue, gore and death would lurk around every corner. I stood there reading the flyer and thinking about how much fun it would be to sabatoge the “fake” killing with some real death. To replace the staged sceenes with real sceenes of murder. My cunt dripping as I imagined the fun of it all and knowing that the prize fund for solving the mystery would not be taken by anyone but myself beause I would create a  new story, a real murder. How long would it take for the creators of the cruise to figure out  that someone else hadd taken control? How much fear and mayheme could I create in a few short hours out on the open sea? I knew I had to get a ticckeet and take this cruise I had to create mass chaose. There would be a method to my madness and no seblane of order of any kind. As the night approached my anticipation began to grow. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I walked up the ramp to load the eerie vesel. The fear it was intended to envolk was nothing compared to what was about to come. Looking around at all the passangers laughing and drinking as the excitement built and the boat slipped out of the dock I silently creamed my panties. Slipping away to the galley so that I could procure a beautiful butcher knife, my heart was pounding. I took my place at the table in the dining hall an listened to the grisly tale that was being weaved for the festivities to begin. As soon as the place of the murder was  mentioned I went and found my victim, sliding my knife deep into her soft flesh then pulling it out and watching the blood flow my cunt juices began to flow in unison. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and the  blood curtling scream pierced the air. Mingling in with the other passangers while they examined the sceen of what they thought was a staged murder, listening to them watching them ad deciding who I was going to take out next  was almost moore then I could stand. One by one I slaughtered them all. Floating on the open sea, laying on the deck covered in blood, I rested before throwing them over board one at a time. What a beautiful thing to watch the bodies hit the water in the moonlight, slowly sinking into the dark abyss.killer phonesex knife

 

Bloody Tools Phone Sex

I disobeyed you again. I was only trying to keep the other girl from screaming. You thought I was trying to have sex with her. You caught me trying to hug her and knowing what a dirty little snuff whore I am, you assumed the worst. I would never betray you, Master, but you don’t listen. I am gagged and  tied and dragged to the dirty old mattress. Your anger is unmatched by anything else here on earth, and I hope that you will finally snuff me out.   You throw me on the bed where your tools hang above on the wall.

The tools are still covered in blood from the last girl who made a mistake. Hammers, pliers, knives, and every other item that was never meant to work on humans. Your sick as fuck toolbox that you’re now going to use on me. I look at the hacksaw and beg for you to just cut off my head. But I know it won’t be that fast or easy. You slap me so hard my head flies back and hits the wall. You come at me with a screwdriver first, my eyes get wide as you jam it right through my stomach.

I can only watch in horror as you splatter my blood everywhere. Tool after tool, you cut and pierce my tiny body, and I am helpless to stop you. I see you finally pick the hacksaw. I feel sick relief and hope that this is the end. I want to feel those last moments of hell,  and I have watched so many other sluts go out this way. I want my turn tonight. I raise my chin, hope in my eyes, and expose my throat to you. You look angry, and instead take my legs and spread them apart, exposing my battered pussy.

You take the rusty, bloody saw, and place it between my legs and begin to saw back and forth on my cunt. Blood spills everywhere, and you laugh like a maniac. You throw the saw aside and climb on top of me and begin fucking my bloody hole. As you cum inside my gaping pussy, I know you will not give me the only thing I wanted tonight – my snuff. My exit. My only way out. 

Would You Rather Be Eaten Alive or Eat Someone Alive?

cannibalism phone sex mommey tortureThe last thing I remember was hiking in the woods. It was a lovely day. The sun was shining, the leaves were all sorts of pretty colors and I was enjoying quality time with myself. I woke up dazed, confused and starving. But I was not alone. There was a young couple with me, bound and gagged. I did not know where I was or how I got there. It appeared to be some sort of cabin in the woods. I tried to scope out the situation, figure out what kind of trouble exactly I was in. I never could have imagined the trouble I was in. A man with a mask came out of the darkness. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at the couple tied up on the floor. He said with a sinister tone, “Would you rather be eaten alive or eat some one alive?” What kind of sadistic game was he playing? I looked at him dumbfounded, and simply said “I don’t understand.” He explained to me this was a simple task. A simple game of would you rather. But, it was a game I had to play if I had any hope of surviving. He turned the timer on,  put a gun to my head and  gave me 60 seconds to make my decision.

In a moment of panic I screamed out, “Eat some one alive.” Surely this was a hoax, some sort of prank. He dragged me over to the couple. Made me decide if I wanted female or male flesh. The boy looked like Justin Beiber. I hate Just Beiber, so I screamed out male flesh. I then watched him prepare my live meal. Human sushi he called it. He seasoned the flesh, even tenderized it for me  and buttered the skin. I thought he was going to cook this boy alive, but no. I had to eat him, while still breathing, still looking at me, pleading me to stop, begging me for mercy. This was difficult , but my survival was on the line. I think when we are all pushed, we will do drastic things to stay alive. Even eat an innocent person.

My evil dinner host brought me an array of deadly kitchen cutlery and a big plastic bib to catch the blood, the flesh. This was really happening. I really had to do this. The young guy was shaking, tears running out his eyes. I tried to figure out where to begin. I took a knife and cut off his balls. People eat sheep balls, I could eat human testicles. I heard him scream in pain and watched him horrified as I swallowed his sinewy flesh. It did not taste like chicken. It tasted awful, but I chewed it up good and swallowed, reminding myself that this was just a game. I was forced to keep eating, so I tried my best to cut off sections of flesh that enable him to still survive.  I cut off and ate a nose (oddly crunchy),  ears, his penis, a few fingers, a few toes….I was stuffed and nauseated, but being forced to eat more flesh. He was bloody and in pain, likely dying. Perhaps I was doing him a disservice by trying to keep him alive. It seemed as if I was going to have to eat him until he died, or until I died.

I looked at him; his eyes told me it was okay. He had given up. I took a big knife, stabbed it in his chest, pulled out his beating heart and ate it until it was no longer beating.  I can’t believe I ate another person while they were alive. But I guess I would rather live than die. I had no choice. At least that is what I am telling myself to sleep at night….

They Call Me Fuck Pig

You came into the dungeon, and you had that crazy look in your eyes. You started yelling about how you have too many of us bitches, and that we are so worthless you can no longer even tell us apart. WI knew you were doped out of your mind, and thats when you are at your most dangerous. You declared that you were going to give us each a name, and that we would “wear” our name from now on. I had no idea what you meant, our heads were always spinning from starvation and the drugs you kept us on to keep us in place.

I watched as you took a bucket from the shelf, and grabbed one of the girls from her cage. She couldn’t scream of course, she had no tongue, but she began to cry and tremble. You held her abdomen ober the bucket and slit her side wide open.  The contents of her colon – a mix of liquid and shit – poured into the bucket. She fell limp to the dirt floor, dead instantly. You laughed and said her name was “Ink”. All us girls began cowering to the backs of our cages, not sure what the hell you were doing.

You took another girl out, a tiny blonde with huge tits. You dragged her to the table where your knoves were, and sliced off each of her tits, leaving gaping holes of gushing blood. She screamed in horror as she was bleeding out, and you dragged her convulsing body over to the bucket where you used your fingers to take the shit out of the bucket and use it to write “TITLESS WONDER” across her back as she lay on the floor. Then your gaze turned towards me.

My stomach sank as you approached my cage and dragged me out. I had no strength to fight you, and you pulled me to the bucket by my hair. I kneeled next to the bucket, and you reached in and drew out a handful of stinking shit. You wrote “FUCK PIG” across my naked breasts, and grinned crazily down at your artwork. Then you bent me over onto all fours, reached your fingers over my head and up my nostrils as you shoved your cock in my ass. You pounded my tight ass so hard that you ripped my nose right off my face….