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Liar, Liar, Bitch On Fire

Taboo phone sex

I suppose everyone knows what tomorrow is.  It’s Thanksgiving.  Little families all gathered around a fucking bird to gorge themselves senseless. Hard to run when your gut is distended.  I am not one for tradition, in case you haven’t figured that out.  I like to celebrate this holiday doing something I only do once a year.  I’ll give you a hint to what that is … read the title of this blog.

It all started when I was still in school.  We were studying Barbarians in History class.  I remember thinking how fucking badass these bastards where.  You had the Visigoths, Huns, Vandals, Saxons, Avars, Picts, Burgundians, and Franks.  Those are not all of them of course, but those are some of my favorites.  The most intriguing part of this tiny section of History is all of the wonderful ways of torturing someone that came into being. 

We did not really go over the torture parts, I learned that on my own.  They excited me, so much so that I wanted to try my own method.  Even back then I really didn’t care about right or wrong. I knew/know what it is, I just don’t give a shit about it.  That brings us to Tee, that isn’t anywhere near her real name, but Tee liked to exaggerate.  If you had a toothache, her asshole blew up as her hand was cut off by a chainsaw while a shark chomped down her left tit.  You know the type.  This got on my fucking nerves, I cannot stand liars.  Not in the least.

I invited Tee over once.  She just would not shut the fuck up.  My Mom even left, not just the room, but the fucking house. Told me that she would be back in five hours, and if Tee left before that to just call the bar and let her know.  To be fair, before anything happened I gave her a warning, but did she listen? Nope.  I said something like that some day those stories that she told would get her into trouble, then she went on to tell another lie filled tail. Which was fine because I knew that she wouldn’t listen to me.  I told her that we had to take some stuff out to the burn barrel. She picked up the stuff and we went out there. 

In no time there was a pretty good fire roaring.  It was very cold outside so getting her to stand closer to the barrel was easy.  Then I just grabbed the back of her neck and pushed hard.  She tripped, knocked over the burn barrel, and got burnt.  Ooops.  She was screaming like crazy, I was thinking too bad it didn’t scorch her stupid mouth.  She looked up at me, I went around her and stomped out the fire on the grass.  She was crying and holding out her arm.  The skin was peeling, she was shaking like crazy.  It was a pretty good wound. 

My neighbor saw her trip and knock over the barrel.  He didn’t see me push her of course, but he did see her get burned.  He ran right over to where we were standing.  He left to go and call for help.  I squatted down and smiled at her.  She said that I did that on purpose, I said, “I sure did.” I wasn’t going to deny it, as I said, I hate liars.  However, I did let her know that if she ever lied, or exaggerated again that the next time it would be her tits, and if I was in a great mood her pussy too.  She turned white. 

The rest of the time I spent with her in school she was quiet.  She would talk, but she wouldn’t go overboard.  I think I actually helped her make friends by doing what I did.  See, I’m not so bad after all. *laughs*

I crushed him to death

taboo phone sexI was hired to kill some asshole, his wife wanted a divorce but she wanted all the money and not just half, if you know what I mean. She wanted me to make it look like an accident so I came up with a really fantastic way to kill him. He was an avid hiker and loved to go up in the mountains all by himself so it was so easy to catch him! I tied him to poles in the ground and literally stoned him to death. I wanted it to look like he fell down a cliff and got banged up on the way down so I used different size rocks and even flipped him around and tied him in different ways. He screamed and cried of course but there was no one around to hear his pleas for mercy. It took a long time for him to die that way but I enjoyed every minute of it. I left him there exposed at the bottom of a cliff for the wild creatures to eat…

The Assault

Taboo phone sexMy cunt wasn’t ready or willing for what you were about to do. You forced your fat, rough, dry fingers through the small holes in the lace of my panties and pulled hard, effectively ripping them. You repeated the process again and the panties were gone, revealing my cunt. You ran a single finger over my soft, delicate flesh and traced it to my bare, smooth pussy. You forced your finger inside of me and twirled it slightly, testing my tightness and me to cry out. It was uncomfortable, humiliating and something I guess I have to endure if I want to live through the day. You pressed your finger further into my pussy, up to your knuckle and continued your slow rotation, forcing it in and out while your breathing grew heavier. I moved my hips, attempting to dislodge your finger from deep inside of me but you gripped the side of my ass, holding me in place as you continued your unwanted assault. You suddenly raised up on your knees and pulled down the zipper on your jeans and pulled them down. You gripped your dick in your hand and directed it towards my defenseless cunt while holding my left leg under your arm. “Stop!” I cried through tears, “Please don’t do that, please! Please…” I begged. That didn’t stop you though, it just made you rougher, more angry, and more aroused.

Castration Phone Sex: Let Me Make Christmas Ornaments out of Your Balls

castration phone sexAll I want for Christmas is castration phone sex. It is not even fucking Thanksgiving and Christmas music is blasting everywhere. I am not ready for good cheer and happy holidays. I was in a wicked mood last night. Everywhere I went, holiday music was playing, and decorations were up. This one asshole in a store was trying to get me to pose with Santa. Do I look like the kind of woman who sits on Santa’s lap? I am a naughty girl. I don’t get presents. He was relentless. Turns out he was hitting on me. I saw an opportunity. I mean this loser was dressed like an elf on a shelf. There was no way he could have a big dick. His voice, his outfit, everything about him was a crime against humanity. I took his number. I passed on Santa but told him I would come over to his place later. I was expecting his home to look like Santa’s workshop, but it was not decorated. It looked like a typical bachelor pad. He was expecting me. He had loser moves. Nothing original. It became clear he thought he was doing me a favor by fucking me. Like I should be grateful to bag an Elf on the Shelf?  I was trying to contain my anger. I needed a moment to gain my composure. I pulled out my knife, held it against his throat and ordered him to strip. He thought I was punking him. He got naked and as I suspected, he had a tiny dick fit for an Elf. I took his balls off right then. He started to go into shock. I wanted him a wake. This was torture sex. I got a lighter out of my purse and torched his bleeding balls. As he was crying and shaking, I kicked him where his nuts once were. I squashed him like a bug. I humiliated the life out of him. I made him question humanity. I just wanted him unable to be cheery and incapable of reproducing his stupidity in a spawn. I was feeling cheerful for the first time. I guess taking a loser’s balls was just the holiday spirt I needed, but I could always use more. What do you say? Let me make holiday ornaments out of your nuts.

Torture Sex

Torture sex

Daddy likes to push me to my limits and torture me physically and mentally. Sometimes that means he and all of his friends and my Step Mother gang bang my cunt and asshole until I’m bleeding and torn down there, other times it means tying me up and using me as his own personal toilet. It’s not just pain that he likes to torture me with, it’s degrading, humiliating, and disgusting acts.

Last week his latest hell he conjured up for me was making me and two other teen girls be a human toilet for him and my Step Mother. He had us undress and kneel on the dirty basement floor and take turns sucking his cock. Me and the cute blonde gave him a double blowjob while the brunette kneeled behind him and licked his asshole. He began to piss on our faces while we sucked his cock and we had to drink up every bit of it. The drops of piss that we missed, we were forced to lick off of the floor. My step mother forced fucked the brunette in her ass until she was screaming and bleeding. Each of us were then tied up and pissed and shit on by the two of them. Tied to a rack and covered in their piss and shit, they left us down in the basement for a full day. We were all bound and gagged and could not move or scream. Forcing me and other young girls like me to partake in disgusting and degrading sexual torture is their ultimate fantasy. I never know what kind of disgusting or painful thing they will make me do, but I willingly accept it and sometimes even enjoy it. I’m such a nasty girl. What horrible thing will they make me do next?

Snuff Porn Fantasies

snuff pornI have snuff porn fantasies; however, they are fantasies. I don’t really want to die. My step-son, who hates me, found my dirty diary. It is where I make my naughty confessions. Last night he made a naughty fantasy a reality for me.  For the record, it was against my will. I didn’t want anything to do with him, but he has never let that stop him. He pulled me out of a dead sleep from my bed. He dragged me by my red hair kicking a screaming to the basement. My body was sore from bouncing down the steps. I was bloodied, bruised and likely had some broken ribs. He tied me up, hung me from a beam and used me like a punching bag. I was crying and pleading for mercy, but with dead eyes, he ignored me. He punched my boobs back and forth like he was Mike Tyson. I was waiting for him to bite my ear off. He punched my face too, breaking my nose. I was starting to gag from the blood running down the back of my throat. That is when he skull fucked me. He joked about my blood being lube. When he pulled his cock out it was dripping with pre cum and my blood. He rammed his bloody dick up my ass. So much anger and hate in every thrust. I just counted the minutes until it was over, but minutes turned into hours and by that time, I was wishing I was dead.

Killer Phone Sex and The Perfect Victim

Killer Phone Sex

You’ve been stalking me for awhile and have told a few of your thug buddies about this prime piece of ass you want to have killer phone sex with and want them to help out in destroying my perfect body and pussy. You plan out the home invasion for a Monday night and your buddies and you prepare your torture bag of goodies to ensure nothing is left unfulfilled as you want to destroy every inch of my perfect body. I am alone and in bed asleep when you break in and all six of you gather around me in black masks and gloves with shiny blades as you take in the view. I sleep nude and make it so easy as you all grope and grab at me tossing me around, slapping and cutting at me as you take turns shoving your cocks in my holes and even double up in my cunt while my ass gets gaped by a huge thick black cock. I’m barely able to breathe or scream but when you that i start cumming you don’t hold back and snuff out my very pleasure of violent sex. I am no more and you leave me out in an alley like last nights trash for the vermin to do away with the evidence.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Story

home invasion phone sexDo you like home invasion phone sex stories? I have one to get your cock hard. I was working at the strip club the other night. I was making great money too. I learned how to pick up tips with my cunt. There was a total creeper stalking me all night at the club. He didn’t want a lap dance. In fact, when I asked, he told me he doesn’t pay whores. I figured he was just a pissed off man who couldn’t get a woman as hot as me. That was what I thought until I woke up in the middle of the night with him staring at me from the edge of my bed. I screamed as loud as I could, but my screams were soon muffled by his hands. He hogtied me, but not before he ripped off my clothes. He reiterated that he doesn’t pay whores and added, “I don’t need to pay a whore like you because I can just take what I want.” He then forced his cock in my ass. He wasn’t using lube because he insisted a dirty stripper whore would be wet from pain anyway. He almost choked me too. It was rough sex, but not consensual. I was counting down the seconds until it was over. I tried to get my head somewhere else as his fat sweating body was humping me. I wasn’t sure if he would kill me or not. He let me live, but he warned me about telling a sole because he knew where I worked and where I lived. He added that he was a rich attorney, and no one would believe a stripper whore was assaulted. He was right. I just prayed he would not pay me a visit again. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies too?

Nipple Torture

Torture sex

Daddy loaned me to one of his friends to use as a fuck doll again. His friend is a sadistic and cruel man, just like my daddy. I was taken to his house and laid on my back on a device that uses rope to spread your legs wide so that your pussy and asshole are spread and ready to be fucked. My hands were tied behind my head but my mouth left unbound. He wanted to be able to force fuck my mouth and hear me scream. Painful hooks were pierced through my nipples that were attacked to wires so that he could stretch them as much as he wanted. Once he had me all trussed up and ready for fucking, he forced himself into my mouth and fucked my throat. His huge cock stretched my throat and gagged me as he thrusted in and out. Tears streamed down my eyes, but he warned me if I bit him, he would rip my nipples clean off. It took all my power not to vomit as he fucked my face. Then he made his way to my ass. He tore through my tight asshole and fucked me until I was bloody and raw down there. He loved hearing me scream in pain and wanted me to tell him just how much it hurt. Then I was forced to beg for him to fuck my pussy with his dirty bloody cock. He forced his way into my tight pussy and pounded me hard. He tightened the ropes attached to my nipple hooks and stretched them even further. I nearly passed out from the pain and my throat was hoarse and raw from screaming. He wasn’t quite done with me yet. He fucked my pussy while my nipples burned in white hot agony. I begged him to cum so that maybe he would let me go. I begged and pleaded for his cum and he finally gave me what I wanted. He filled my sore and bleeding pussy with his cream.

My body is bleeding and broken, but I’m still alive.

Snuff Sex: Fuck Me Properly or Die

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex for me. I am like a Praying Mantis when it comes to fucking. The first time my lover tries to talk in baby talk to me, call me sugary names or attempts to cuddle, I kill him. If I could bite a man’s head off, I would. Now, don’t go thinking I am some crazy psycho. I am not. I warn these guys that I just want their dick. There is to be no romance. And, I give them one warning. These dead ex-lovers have been warned. They have no one to blame but themselves when I stab them and fuck their dead bodies. Sex with dead bodies is underrated. If you kill a man right when he is hard that cock stays hard for a while. The body is still warm too. And the best part is that a corpse can’t cuddle or talk. All I am doing is making myself the perfect fuck slave. One with a warm hard cock that won’t call me baby and try to spoon me.  If a guy is super hung and handsome, but just can’t follow instructions, I see nothing wrong with stabbing him in the gut and using his blood as lube to fuck his dead dick. Don’t consider this just a blog, consider it a warning. You want to fuck a demented bitch like me? Follow the fucking rules or get killed.