I could tell that the little bitch wanted to watch her family die, it was in the way she moved, the way she looked at them, it was in every fiber of her being. If it was this obvious to me just from watching her, how is it possible that her family had no idea? It was long past time for this family to meet their maker so let myself in as soon as the family left for the day. I had the whole day to get the place ready for their return but there was a lot to do so I didn’t waste a second. I had the restraints ready and alarm and phone lines were cut and all the possible escape routes were blocked off, all that was left was to wait. One by one they came home and one by one they were stripped and bound, unable to move or make a sound all they could do was watch as I led each victim in. That bitch was the last to arrive, she didn’t seem surprised to see me, it was like she knew that this day would come. She didn’t protest when I stripped her she just relaxed against me and spread her legs so I could touch her pretty little pussy. She was dripping wet and as I fingered her she whispered please let me kill them. She said she would do anything I wanted, anything at all if only I would let her slaughter them all. How could I resist such a tempting offer? I gave her a knife and set her free and what resulted was a bloodbath of epic proportions, it’s really a shame that I can’t share all the details here…
Tag: Snuff phone sex
I knew that bitch wanted it
Toothless
My eyes flicker open, all I can see is the bright light above me.
My head is pounding and my right eye is swollen.
I try to sit up but I realize I am strapped down.
I’m laying on some thing cold and smooth.
I tap my nails on it to try and make a sound but pain shot through my fingers.
That is when I start to remember where I am.
My finger nails are gone, just bloody fingers now.
Someone leans over my face, but I can not see their face.
All I can see is the out line of their body.. They dim down the bright light as they lean in closer.
I know those eyes..
It’s almost as if the person is smiling under their face mask.
They are dressed as a scrubbed up surgeon.
I go to move my lips and ask them what they want.
But my mouth is pride open.
My mouth is so dry.
My tongue is stuck to gums.
I try to move it to my teeth…
I have no teeth..
WHAT HAPPENED?!
Then I started to hear screaming.
I start to panic and I try to move.. That is when the table starts to move…
Its like I am in a standing position but I’m still strapped to the table..
Then I see the tv..
Its me screaming as that person is ripping out each tooth one by one…
I pass out from pain.. All I could do was just watch this happen to me.
I feel something warm dripping off my toes. I look down.. I am covered in blood…
Who’s blood is this?! WHO’S BLOOD?!!!!!!!!!
Teeth for Your Collection
You put me on the table, your tools by the side. I was naked and cold and had no idea what type of torture you had in mind for me today. You actually looked me up and down and I don’t think you knew either? I begged you to please kill me, and told you I would do anything to be taken out of my pathetic little whore existance. I told you I am worthless and don’t deserve to live. I begged you to take your scalpel to my throat and snuff me. You just whispered, “all in good time my sweet..”
You ran your hands over my body, almost lovingly. You touched my scarred and blood dried nipples like it was the first time you had seen them. Then you looked in my eyes, and it was the first time you had done it in so long that it sent shivers down my spine. Your eyes are ice blue, and they felt like daggers. I couldn’t look away and couldn’t figure out why you were staring. I didn’t know what else to do, and so I tried to smile at you. My cracked bloody lips seperated and I gave you a meek little smile and just said “please?”
You became furious, and grabbed a pair of pliers from the tool table. You grabbed me by my hair and told me to smile again. I shook my head no, and you slapped me so hard my vision faltered. You growled, “SMILE YOU LITTLE WHORE”, and so I pulled my lips apart and attempted a smile. As my vision cleared, I saw you staring at my teeth. I didn’t dare stop smiling, and you just kept staring. You said “these will be perfect for my collection”. My mind started racing – what would be perfect?? You took the pliers and grabbed one of my teeth and yanked it out of my head! Blood poured down my throat as you laughed like a maniac.
One after another you grabbed and yanked my teeth out, as I choked on my blood and spewed it all over your face. I finally passed out, and woke up in my cage. I ran my tongue inside my mouth and there was nothing there but bloody gums. You took all of my teeth. Now I am even more worthless and ugly and pathethic. Why won’t you just kill me. I don’t understand.
Fattened Up for Thanksgiving
You have been feeding that bitch like crazy, while us other cum slaves just sit here and starve. I don’t know when the last time I had anything but your cum go down my throat. But this new girl…. you bring her plate after plate of food. It smells so good it makes my mouth water, and drool runs down my pathetic, wasting, body. You don’t pay any attention to the rest of us. Every day and night, black beans and rice and steak and pancakes with butter and syrup. And she eats it all up.
But she is locked up just like we are. I don’t understand what the difference is. You obviously don’t care about her any more than you do the rest of us pathetic sluts. She finished her plate tonight and you came to collect it, and surprisingly dragged her out of her cage. She was nice and plump with a big fat ass. You told me to help you get her upstairs. I was bewildered, but I never disobey you, so I helped. We dragged her into the kitchen, and you told me it was time to “practice” for Thanksgiving!
Her face dropped as we all realized why she had been being fed – to fatten her up to be our Thanksgiving Dinner! You slap her across the face and tell her to “get her fat turkey ass into the pan”. There is a giant pan on the counter, filled with vegetables. You instruct me to tie her up like a fucking bird, and help you get her in the oven. I can smell the hot oven, and as I tie her up, I know that she will be cooked and eaten. She goes into the oven screaming, but unable to get away. You drag me back to the basement and put me back in my cell.
I can smell her flesh cooking all the way down in the dungeon. The smell is pungent, but still makes me drool with hunger. I see the other slave sluts smelling it too, equally as starved. Hours later, I hear you coming down the stairs. To my surprise, you have a giant plate of food with you. You open my cell, and present me the food. It is clearly her cooked flesh carved up just like turkey. My stomach churns, and I grab it and eat it hungrily. I know its wrong, but I am starving. Then I realize that you didn’t bring any of it for any of the other slave sluts. You smile when you see it dawn on me that I am the next one to be fattened up. For the next month you’re going to feed me, and then….
Beat Me, Bleed Me, Torture Me, Today, Tomorrow, Forever…
This new Master I knew was unusual, not like the others. I only saw him at night. He was pale. Skin was cold. He was sensitive to light. He was an amazing lover. Strong as an ox. Keen senses. Could heal my wounds he inflicted quickly and quite miraculously. He was extremely into blood play too. I should have known. I have seen enough horror films. But I had trouble rectifying reality from fantasy. That was until the night my Master made me his. Really made me his.
It was a dark and dreary night. I was tied to a wooden table spread eagle. Master had made over a 100 small but deep cuts on my body; on my worthless flesh. Blood was covering my body. Master was hard at the scent and sight of my blood. He would get off not so much on my pain like other masters, but on my blood. He would lick it off my body and never seemed to get enough of my sweet tasting crimson juice. If I got too weak from the bloodletting, he would cut his wrist and make me drink up. It somehow made me stronger, healed me.
This particular bloodletting, Master hit an artery on my neck by mistake. Blood was spurting out everywhere. I was choking on my own blood. I knew I was going to die. Then Master bit me, hard. I felt a chunk of my flesh separate from my neck. I began convulsing, twitching, dying. But then I awakened, almost like new. Master released me. I immediately looked at myself in the mirror, but I had no reflection. My skin was pale and cold. I was on sensory overload. I could hear bugs in the wall, birds outside, toilets flushing. And I was ravenous. So hungry. It scared me. I looked at Master and I knew. I just knew what he was, what I now was.
I have an unquenchable desire for blood now. I’m in need of accomplices to bring me something to feed on, preferably young and tender. In my new found state, I can be beaten unrecognizable, tortured, bled, mutilated, burned; anything brutal I can handle because I have the power to heal myself. So please, hurt me, destroy me, snuff me out. I assure you I won’t stay dead long. I will heal myself for you to hurt, destroy and snuff out another day.
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
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.