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Death by bacon

I have killed many, many people in my life but somehow I had never suffocated anyone, can you believe that? I have stabbed people, tortured them, shot them, drowned them but never suffocated them so I had to remedy that situation right away. I didn’t use a boring old pillow to do it either, no I found a huge fat pig to do the job for me. She wasn’t exactly willing but after I fucked her fat ass up a little bit she reluctantly began to cooperate. I had a little bitch tied to a bed, she was terrified and crying and kept on asking me if she could go back home to her mommy but I said nothing to her. I just looked at the fat pig and pointed to the bed, I told her to throw herself down on the little brat as hard as she could. Can you believe that stupid pig tried to lie down gently on her? Jesus fucking christ trying to get bitches to do what I tell them to do is quite a chore sometimes! I pistol whipped the fucking pig and made her do it again, this time she squished that little bitch the right way! She couldn’t move at all, definitely couldn’t breathe either. Her face was turning blue, then purple, her eyes rolled back into her head and soon the stupid cunt was dead. Of course that left me with the pig to dispose of so I shot her in the face and fed her to the gators in a nearby swamp, I bet they really loved that meal…

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A Gift Served Cold

torture phonesex angieI always prepare for his arrival. I enjoy the thrill of the preparation as much as the thrill of watching him, enjoying his gift. My hot cunt is ready to go find the perfect gift for him. She must not be to thin and must be a brunette. He likes her cold and loves it when her flesh is changing color and is that special pale blue that only death brings with lips that are almost black. Timing is everything, a day and a half before his arrival is just about right. I find her and bring her home. Having my way with her and torturing her with out any mutilation to her body is a challenge. I so love the sight of blood. But pleasing him and the joy of cumming while he enjoys his gift will make up for what I can’t have right now. Suffocation is generally the method I use for his gifts as it leaves no marks and does the trick.  He knows that I will fuck her and relish in the fear that I bring her before I kill her for him and he doesn’t mind as long as she is in tact when I give her to him. I put her in my stand up freezer when I am done and leave her there. He always calls a few hours before his arrival which gives me time to take her out and lay her out for him. I comb her hair and position her so that when he sees her his dick is instantly hard. Sitting on the floor I watch, my nipples hard, my cunt so wet I can smell it as he slides under her. Her body limp and cool to the touch he slides his dick inside her. He can’t hide the intense rush this gives him and with me he doesn’t have to. I fuck myself with the same intensity as he fucks my gift to him. Both of us cumming in hot waves. He will thank me later when he takes me to my dungeon and gives me rough sex using any device he chooses for as long as he likes. It is a mutually beneficial arrangement.torture phonesex necro

Suffocation Phone Sex for My Life

You knew everything about me before you stole me from my room. You watched me for years, since I was a tiny girl. You watched my naked body through the windows of my parents house as my daddy molested me. It made you furious that he got to touch me and promised yourself that one day I would be yours. Three years ago, today, you made that fucking desire a reality. You caught me on the way home from school, and dragged me kicking and screaming back to your dungeon, which is where I remain. You tell me that makes today our “anniversary”.

I shudder at the thought of celebrating with you. Your an evil and cruel monster, and you revel in my pain. The only thing that gets you off is scaring us slave sluts. After years with you, I am much more difficult to scare, and you know it. You’ve cut my nipples off, made me eat other girls while they are still alive, and even stitched my cunt together with needle and thread. My mind races as I dream that maybe tonight you will finally go too far and kill me. My body is wasted away, I am not the little pretty slut you first started watching years ago. You have younger girls now.

You drag me out of my cell and upstairs to your kitchen. I kneel on the floor and  you take a thick plastic bag out of your pocket and shake it out for me to see. Its the perfect size for my head, and I know that is exactly where you plan to put it. My heart leaps as I think you will finally snuff me. But to my surprise, you pick up the telephone and start dialing. As you do, you take your cock out of your pants, and tell me that you are going to call a phone whore for some suffocation phone sex. You are going to place the bag on my head, and if she can get your cock off before I die, you will remove the bag.

My life depends on some sex whore over the telephone? Before I could say anything, you jam the bag down over my head and secure it with tape around my neck. I can barely see through the bag as it fogs with my breath and I start to panic. I hear you talking to some whore on the phone and I can vaguely see you stroking your cock. I try to control my breaths, but I am immediately without enough oxygen. I couldn’t scream to try to warn the whore that I was there, as I was fighting the bag and becoming more dizzy by the second.

My lungs were on fire, and my senses started to fade, I felt myself shit all over the floor, and I could hear you slapping away at your cock while you degraded the bitch on the phone. I started to go limp, and tried to inhale, but there was nothing left. My vision fogged and I could no longer inhale. My consciousness left me and my head hit the floor. Suddenly you remove the bag and my lungs automatically gasp in as much air as possible, waking me up. My mouth wide open, and gasping, you shoot your hot load of cum right inside my throat. As Ilay there gasping and choking on your cum, you hang up the phone and simply say to me, “Happy Anniversary, slut”.

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Mummified

bondage phone sex taboo painMy Master told me he had just come back from a weekend long seminar at the Serious Bondage Institute in San Francisco. He learned a new bondage technique-mummification.  Essentially this meant I would be severely restrained and wrapped up like a shiny package or mummy.  I have seen mummies. I was scared. I mean not being able to move an inch, and possibly being denied much oxygen scared the crap out of me. But, what am I to do? I am a worthless whore at the mercy of her Master.

First, Master put me into a tight, sexy neoprene hood. Then he laid me out on what is called a Gingerbread platform. He started to wrap my body in a transparent pallet wrap from head to toe, and then from my toes back to my head. Master put me in this contraption he called a “Vertical Vac-Cube.” It felt like a mummy’s tomb. I was completely immobile and trapped in this rubbery thing with a tube in my mouth to breathe. Master then dumped buckets of ice water on me. So cold. The idea behind any of the vac toys, Master said, was “To put the victim in between sheets of latex, and then attach a vacuum cleaner to the space in between the latex sucking the air out, collapsing the latex around the victim and essentially vacuum sealing them in the pallet.” When he extracted me from the Vac-Cube, I looked like the vacuum packed products you buy at the store. It was like I was shrink wrapped. I started to panic because I could not move an inch.  

bondage phone sex torture evilI could breathe through a little tube Master put in my mouth, but because the plastic wrap was sealed so tight on my body, my rib cage was constrained, making breathing very difficult. He laid me out on the slab then wrapped me even further on to the platform. It was now becoming extremely hot in that saran wrap. I was vacuum sealed with another layer around me to restrain me even further. My body was on fire. I was cocooned under two tight layers of thick heavy plastic wrap. I was sweating and my breathing was becoming labored.

Then I heard a strange noise. It was faint as my ears were wrapped tightly like the rest of my body but I could not move my head to see what the noise was. Then I felt duct tape going over my face blinding me, and it felt like he put a layer over my stomach to further immobilize me. I couldn’t even cry I was restrained so tightly. I swear my eye balls couldn’t even move.  Pressure was building up in my body. I was mummified. It was a strange feeling. I felt almost dead. Completely motionless. Hot. Swallow breathing. Darkness. Not much different from being buried alive.

bondage phone sex blonde bitchThen I felt the table I was on flip. Master turned me upside down so the blood rushed to my head. Felt like my eyes would pop out of their sockets. My head felt like it was going to explode. It was all I could do to not vomit. If I did, surely I would choke on my own puke and die. This was the most excruciating bondage position Master had ever put me in. When I thought it could not get worse, I felt the vibrator between my legs. My clit was being over stimulating sending pain all through my body. I could not shake. I could not convulse. All I could do was lay their motionless praying for it all to be over soon…. Soon came hours later when I passed out. I woke up feeling like my bladder would explode too since I could not even pee. If I did surely it would go back up into my bladder. After almost 22 hours of being mummified, Master released me. But I was weak, so very weak and I suspect a few pounds lighter. Master said that was just the beginning, that this was only one mummification technique out of many that he learned. I was in serious trouble.

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Caught in the Act

They say that the eyes are the window into the soul, but what if the eyes are completely black? I didn’t mean to make my daddy so angry, I really didn’t. It all happened so fast, first he was yelling and then I was yelling and the next thing i know his hands were wrapped around my throat and they were squeezing…hard. All I could see were my daddy’s eyes.  They were as black as midnight. He had caught me touching myself with a belt wrapped around my neck. As scarred as my daddy was making me, all I could think about was the way his fingers were working inside my dripping pussy. The combination of his rough fingers and his tight grip on my throat made me feel like I would explode at any moment! I was so scared, my daddy was squeezing my neck so hard I couldn’t breathe and then all at once stars exploded in my eyes and it was over. My daddy looked angry still, but he looked more disgusted than anything…he left my room without saying a thing.

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I had watched her for a few days.  She had a definite heroin problem and sold herself only to feed her habit.  I don’t mind drugs, but they’re supposed to be recreational…not all of life.  Anyway, I knew that she wouldn’t be missed.  So, with my sweet smile and the promise of a stupid cheeseburger, I lured her into one of the seedy motels nearby.  I had everything set-up.  And, when she entered, I motioned toward the rickety table that barely held up the burger on the plate.  She talked about how long since she’d eaten; it was difficult to understand her as she garbled up her food and swallowed it with the help of some water nearby.

I watched her with intense interest and disgust.  Finally, as she was eating the last remaining bites, I told her that she was actually eating something that I cooked.  She didn’t look surprised or care; but, I continued to explain that I had a very interesting diet and it’s difficult to find people who share my delicate tastes.  She exhaled loudly and began to get up since the food was gone.  I told her not to be in a rush and she sat back down.  “Did you know Miriam?” I asked.  She nodded and told me a short sappy story about how she vanished; maybe she had been kidnapped by one of her Johns.  I told her that was not the case; in fact, Miriam was with us here and now.  She looked around the room, searching vigorously for her friend; then, I gestured toward the table at her plate.

Stupid girl didn’t understand so I plopped a picture of her dead friend, mutilated in my dungeon.  She acted as if she was going to throw-up; but, when she stood, she quickly realized that she couldn’t.  The eye drops that I had put in her water had knocked her out.  I proceeded to cuff her to the bed and place a plastic bag over her head.  She came to for only a few minutes; the rising and falling of the bag was beautiful.  There’s just something about watching someone’s last breath!  As she struggled to breathe, I read a few bible verses; I couldn’t think of anything meaner to do.  But, I was quiet for her last gasp.  I completed my afternoon by carving out a gaping hole in her upper torso.  I packed the meat in my bag in case I wanted to feed another prostitute later.  But, before I left, I had to break the cheap lamp by the bedside and shove it up into her nasty cunt.  I thought that was a proper send-off.

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Cat and Mouse

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Have you ever seen a mouse in a maze? They are actually pretty smart critters, eventually they find the cheese and than they can find it each time. But, add a cat and the fun begins.

She was running, screaming in the dark. Her adrenaline was pulsating, I could smell it. She ran off the main road and into the woods. Dumb bitch, she had no idea where she was running. She thought she could loose me in the dark of the trees, but I knew these woods better than the birds, especially in the dark. I had chased more than my fair share of prey through here, and they always, always took the same path. We ran together for a while, I always loose track of time during my nightly run. Sometimes it can feel like hours and other times only a mere second before they are breathless and bleeding.

I had her tomb ready for her at the end of the clearing, she would be resting there by morning.

Dragging my prey almost lifeless into the trunk of the car, the dock was always perfect to back the trunk into. I had put much care into the ramp that I back their tomb into, just enough so I could hear them scratch, perfect cigarette break, in my opinion.

 

Suffocation and Leftovers

 Suffocation

On one of the message forums that I belong to, I read an interesting request. There was a woman who was looking for extreme suffocation play; and she rambled on about how one of her boyfriends had strangled her until she lost consciousness, but she had had the most amazing orgasm before she did. I laughed and thought she might be fun to play with; the dumb ones usually are. And, there her perky little smile was, staring back at me.

The cute little idiot coed visited my house for dinner. I always like to play with my food first. And, I invited my mentor along for the ride; I knew he liked big round butts, and she certainly had that. We dined and talked; her idle chatter was fueling my despicability for her. I dosed her wine with a little something, and my mentor reprimanded me, complaining that she would taste funny, but I told him it was just an herb…nothing too hard.

We restrained her; and when she woke up naked, the fear in her eyes was apparent. “Now, we’re going to give you what you came for, little girl,” I grinned. She tried to relax, but the imbecile didn’t even know what was coming. I pressed my fingers around her bird-like neck and watched the terror spread across her face. I let up and asked if she was liking it thus far; she “requested” that I be a little more gentle. “Like this?” I asked and held her throat closed for longer; my mentor’s evil brain began clicking and he placed a vibrator between her legs. I pushed the clear plastic around her face, smashed it.  We laughed at each other’s cleverness. I let her cough and struggle; but it was getting late and my mentor was eagerly awaiting his feast.

As a last touch, I took a pliable double-dildo out and wrapped around her bruised neck. I thought it was poignant that she be suffocated to death with what she wanted. And, my mentor enjoyed eating her plump, young flesh.

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Words race through me like fucking crazy. Dickfucking, assfucking, wild insane thoughts. Most people would be horrified with just one peek into my crazy mind. Evil is my possession and I am its tool…

Shut your mouth

I’ll cut your tongue,

sew your lips shut,

put plastic wrap over your nose

INFLATE

your lungs…

getting big as you struggle, try to get air

You’re suffocating!

His dick is hard, his dick is hard! Gonna put it inside

don’t cry…

cut a hole

right over your mouth

SUCK HIS COCK, SUCK IT!!

Still can’t breathe

Now you’re choking on his semen

it’s spewing out and drowning you

in white yummy cum

eat it. lick it. taste the spud.

Want some more/I’ll give you mine.

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I want to stick my finger in your pussy

tear it apart

Now I’ve got a crazy picture in my head, of you in bed. You’re not moving and I’ve blown a hole in your head. I did it with a firecracker, put it in your mouth, lit the fuse.

WOAH.

The fire started in your pussy! Now it’s gonna explooddeee.

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!