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The Hunted…

There I was, running through the woods, my arms, legs and naked body torn to shreds from the brush. I must have been running for hours, I had lost track and my fear was so intense I had no way of telling time. I stopped for a minute, my heart pounding so loud in my head that I couldn’t think straight. What was happening to me? How did I get here? All I remember is waking up on the ground to the sound of a gunshot. I looked up and there were three men standing over me. One of them told me I have ten minutes to run. Were they hunting me? I think they were.

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I must have been drugged, as that’s all I can remember and the entire fog is just now starting to lift. I look down at my body. I have bruises everywhere, and blood dripping from multiple wounds. It appears I may have been whipped.  The pain is hardly noticeable because of the fear welling up inside. I try to calm my breathing so I can listen. I don’t hear anything in the woods around me. Its daylight, so I look around. Nothing. Were they chasing me? Were they able to see me now? What the hell is going on?

A branch cracks somewhere in the distance and I piss down my leg from the fear. My heart races again and I know what prey must feel like when it is being hunted by a lion. I try to listen but I can’t stop my labored breathing. I know I have to keep running. But I can also feel their eyes on me. I know its useless to run. I hear another crack of a branch, this time closer. I decide I have to try to run. I don’t have any sense of direction, but I forge ahead anyway. Or is this the way I came from? Will I end up running right into them?

Kidnapping Phone Sex: A Yummy Treat

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It wasn’t planned, but it’s always planned!  It should always be planned…I think.  But, I saw her: she was perfect.  Her breasts were real; she was thick in all of the right places; and she was tender (I could sense it!).  It was early morning, and she was just running to her favorite coffee shop, I think.  I needed help.  I called my best friend, who was still sleepy.  But, once I described her…he knew.  He was coming.  Now, all that I needed to do was keep track of her.

She was easy to watch: her hips bouncing, almost, to the beat of this flavor-ful drum that I had in my mind.  It wasn’t jiggly, but it wasn’t too firm.  I thought of someone special when I saw it…I will only say that his name begins with “R.”  He would have loved just watching her move.  But, I was keeping an eye on her while I waited; and, this wasn’t a chore at all.

She was still sleepy-eyed and this was the best.  Maybe she had stayed up late, talking to her girlfriends.  Maybe she was hung-over.  I really didn’t care; but, I would find out later…just because I like to know things, especially lately.  Anyway, she talked to these fake blondes and this guy that was cute (but definitely a steroid-user).  I liked watching them, though; it was like a few dolls that weren’t quite real (but think that they are human).

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They all, of course, fanned out.  They had other “important” things to do.  “My chick” (and I like calling her that) was walking back to her downtown apartment.  She didn’t even sense or see it: I had put a stick in front of the alleyway.  I helped her up…and then pulled her in.  It’s one of of those gorgeous moves during the daylight; everyone’s either too tired or busy to care.  And, there she was with me.  But, my chloroform worked and she slid nicely into her space behind the back of the SUV.

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At home, she was so beautiful.  I really have never seen someone so sweetly tied to a chair.  It wasn’t her body; it was her pose.  She knew, just like a deer who had been captured and knew it was going to be gutted.  I had to take pictures.  I am quite obsessive with photographs, really.  And, threw the lens, I kept capturing the moments of her struggle…and then her calm.  And, my friend had appeared, just as I knew that he would.  He was there.  He admired her flesh, her robust flavor (because there was a little bit of blood that had spilled underneath the rope that tied her wrists to the chair).  He was happy; I could tell not from a smile, but from the glow that spread across his lips.  He was hankering for her…he already imagined her in olive oil and spices.  I knew that the night was just beginning.  And, I had this very nice recipe for a pussy-in-an-oyster.

Fresh Meat for You, Sir

I am your most obedient dirty little snuff slut. I bring you fresh whores each week, and this one is especially yummy. I know I have to please you to try to escape the worst tortures you inflict on me. I had to fuck four men I didn’t even know in the gutter on the side of the highway this morning for them to snatch this little beauty for you. We used their van to hunt her down, and finally found the perfect type. The guys jumped out and grabbed her, screaming and kicking all the way to the van. I put the plastic around her head and gagged her so she would shut the fuck up. I remember the day that this was me. I remember all too well what was going to happen to her innocence. It will be gone forever. Just like mine.

We have brought you the tiny princess and presented her to you this morning. Now you’ve brought her back to the dungeon, after having some fun with her upstairs. You didn’t even let me watch as you and the men took her body again and again. They got their payment and now they are gone. Its just you, her, and I.  She is injured but still alive. I watch, breathless, as you kick her down the stairs. One of her eyes is missing, but her other is bulging, trying to see what terror you have in store for her next.

Then its there, that feeling in my gut – jealousy. You look at me, like the worthless piece of shit I am, and laugh at me. You tell me to pay attention, that you have a new girl, a better girl. I seethe on the inside and I hate you and love you all at the same time. You grab her by her long bloody hair. I put my hand to my own head and feel no hair – you burned it off a long time ago. I can never be a princess for you again. I am ruined and useless. I watch as you break her arms and place her on the table, limbs hanging helplessly.

I long to be her, and that little bitch doesn’t even appreciate it. I live for your torment, you have made me want you above everything else. And now, that you know the ultimate pain for me is to watch you inflict your hatred on someone else – you revel in it. You know cutting me or burning me no longer hurts me. Not in the way you need to hurt me. I watch as you slide your hard cock inside her limp convulsing body. I want your cock so bad. Why do you do this to me? Why do you withhold the only thing I have left to want? You are true evil. 

Portrait of Death

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I will never forget the night
I first experienced the delight
of what it felt like
to take another human’s life..
I had fantasized nonstop
for a very long time
I knew no drug could top
the high I would find…

I spent the days leading up
carefully dissecting my plan
deciding how it would come to fruition
stalking out my first victim..
Still not sure why I picked him
maybe it was because he seemed
so set in doing good deeds.
And no good deed goes unpunished…

I tirelessly studied
his daily routines
even went to church
to watch him preach.
He would stand at his altar
babbling on and on about
hell, brimstone, and fire.
He talked about how demons walked the earth
to bring about the end.
If only he knew
the demon that would end him
was in the front row…

He had a beautiful wife
2 young  tykes and a dog
she would be a widow
weeping at an empty altar
and those brats would grow up
without a father.

I sharpened my blades well
different knives for different purposes
one for stabbing, one for slicing,
one for peeling skin
and a meat cleaver for dicing.
A bone saw to dismember
along with a small plastic case
to keep a trophy of him with me
forever…

He was a set-in-his-ways man
so I knew what he would be doing
we had a very nice date planned
no way it could be ruined.
I dressed in black fatigues
long-sleeve black shirt and black boots.
My tools were already in my car
as I left my house with a smile
didn’t have to drive far
he lived away only a few miles.

I drove to his house and parked
and waited for him to depart
just as expected, 8:29 PM
he said bye to the brats.

I followed him to the parking lot
of the Saturday night restaurant
he always went to
meeting friends at the I-HOP
for some self-righteous laughs and food.
He always parked at the side of the building
where I knew no cameras were filming
I crept behind him with a wire in my clutch
wrapped around his throat
until he ceased to choke
then dragged him to my trunk.
Once he was properly bound and gagged
we were off, on our way back to my pad.

He awoke wide-eyed with a look of fear
strapped to a table in the heart of my shed
I removed the tape so I could hear
him pray to a god that was already dead.
He asked me why I was doing this
and offered me money to let him go
said he had a family, had 2 brats
and I replied, “I already know.”

I took my time and had fun with him
wanted to see how much pain a body could withstand
I burned him with a torch and hammered his feet
and drove nails through his knees.
After such a short time, he could take no more
he kept passing out, he was such a bore…
I slit his throat and watched him bleed out
he almost looked like a pez dispenser..

After hours of cleaning up
any and all traces of blood
I placed his head neatly in a duffel bag
with a hole drilled through his skullcap.
I decided to play nice after all his work
and took him back to his very own church.
I used his keys to get in the back entrance
and placed his head on the altar
through the top was jammed a crucifix…
What a beautiful sight that would greet the Sunday crowd
I decided to go again to hear them scream aloud…

It all felt so right…
I knew I would be powerless to resist the urge
to kill again…
but this was only my first victim..
I had some great ideas and plans
to taunt the police
and let them know
something stronger than them
is taking over…

One for The Money

There’s this skank I know who doesn’t understand how to keep her piehole shut. She’s been causing a lot of shit to hit the fan running that mouth of hers, so I decided to use it for something useful–making me money. How many dicks can you fit down the throat hole of an annoying little twat? Mmmm, baby, let’s find out.

I’ll get the scissors and we can cut a nice, neat little slit right across that little bitch’s tummy. Everyone loves a nice pussy hole, asshole, and of course a tight, wet pink throat hole–but I’ve got a bigger plan. How would you like to whip that rock hard cock right out of those pants, baby . . . take it in your hand and grasp that boner while it twitches. Feel the heat radiating off of it in droves and picture pumping it in and out of this stupid fuckcunt. 

I’ll sell this whore out and get her nice and used up, so by the time I’m ready to snuff her out, she’s made me mounds of cash. It won’t be hard to get her to the area where she’ll spend the next weeks of her life as a living cumdoll. I’ll just sprinkle a ‘lil something-something in her drink to keep her nice and compliant while she’s fucked up and creamed in. Such a stupid cunt . . . she’ll regret crossing me, that’s for sure. I’m gonna mess that bitch the fuck up.

Private Lessons

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It is not that unusual for you to ask for my help.  I do not mind, and once in awhile I actually participate, but when you asked me to teach someone I was a bit confused.  I didn’t realize that you were for public education, considering what you do to most of the female students you happen to run across.  I told you that I would be happy to help, I should of known that you meant something completely different then how you made it sound.

I went to your home and walked in like you said to.  I called out for you but you didn’t answer.  I did however hear some sound coming from upstairs.  I went up there thinking you were being an ass and just not answering me.  When I opened the door you were not there but three small ones were.  This threw me off just a bit because I honestly thought you were the one making the noise.

They all looked up at me from their boxes.  Their eyes were huge and pleading.  They were speaking all at once but because of the gags you had in their mouths there words were muffled.  All I said was “Shit.”  I backed out of the room and waited for you to show up. 

When you came home you had a few bags and you asked me to help you take them upstairs so we could begin our lesson.  I walked into the room behind you, put the bags down, then watched as you slapped the top of the boxes one after another.  You told the girls that I was there to teach them how to be good sluts.  I seriously took offense at that and I punched you in the shoulder, you laughed. 

One at a time you left them out of their respective boxes.  I taught them how to bow, how to use their mouths to satisfy you by sitting behind them with a hat pin so that I could shove it into their sides if they didn’t follow my directions.  I also held their wrists while you forcefully entered each one from behind, telling them to shut up and take it.  It took awhile and by the time we left the room after placing them back into their boxes the day was over.

You asked me if I could come back tomorrow to finish up their lessons and of course I said yes.  I wonder what we will be studying today, perhaps I will get to find out what were in those bags we both lugged upstairs.

Proof

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I am sorry, but if you are going to drop off something for me to watch for a few hours, and those few hours turn into a few days, shit is going to happen.  I mean I have stuff to do, I cannot be held captive in my own place for days on end.  So I had to go out for a few hours, I had someone watch her.  Now I know that maybe it wasn’t the best person in the world to have watch your tiny little thing, but at least she wasn’t alone now was she? No she was not.

Now you are mad because she became damaged.  As I said earlier, shit happens.  It is not my fault that you decide to go fuck some hookers and end up on a five day bender now is it? Nope. I had to leave, I needed some Mt. Dew, it was an emergency!  When I came back and saw what had happened I phoned you right away but you didn’t pick up your damn phone, so I figured why not let him have a little more fun, it wouldn’t really matter at that point. 

You were supposed to send proof to the guy that was paying you to deliver her over seas that she was all that you said she was touted to be.  Yeah she will have some scars but who isn’t scared in some way? The cigarette burns will heal, so will the bruising.  Not so sure her little pussy will ever be tight again but maybe you can give him some sort of discount.  Or give him 30% off the next one or something. 

So now that you are finally here, take her and get the fuck out.

A Walk On The Wild Side With Angie.

Angie is a really crazy bitch. I’ve heard a few things about her and I wanted to see what she was all about. If i’m going to try to have the best of both worlds then I need to see how a really sadistic bitch does it. So I found this stupid skank walking the dark alley’s looking for some dude to fuck to make some money to probably score so kind of drug. So I went up to her and told her I’d pay her. She got in the car and we went back to the abandoned building that we had found. Clearly no one had been here in years. It’s out in an empty field and no one around for miles. So it was perfect for what we wanted it for. When we got there Angie was already dressed and ready to play.

 

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You could see that the little whore was getting scared, she had time to look around and see all the toys and evil little contraptions that Angie had ready and laid all over the floor. Ropes hanging down from the ceiling and a cattle prong. Even a few branders, that she had a blow torch to go with! Sarah the prostitute was ready to run and I hit her in the back of the head with a crow bar just in time. She feel limp to the ground and we drug her over to the bondage ropes and tied her arms and legs apart. I kept slapping her til she finally woke up. Her head was dripping blood and Angie was laughing at her pain.

She was telling her what a dirty whore she was and if this is what she did to make her money, we were going to get our monies worth. She took the cattle prong and started zapping Sarah’s clit, While I felt the need to make gashes on her tits. Angie said it wasn’t fun enough.. That we needed to get dirty. Really dirty. She took a dildo that she added spikes to and shoved it up Sarah’s cunt. She instructed me to slice her nipples off. I felt so much power controlling someone else instead of being the one controlled.

That night I witnessed a bunch of things I never thought was possible. Sarah also got her tits and ass branded. Her pretty little teeth got knocked out her mouth with a hammer. Her little ass got violated by all kinds of objects. It ended after hours of torture with Angie slicing the bitch’s throat and just watching it flow out.

I’d say we really got our money’s worth from that trick.

 

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I am God

It’s hypnotic. That moment right before you attack. That single glorious moment before you take another persons life. I’ve heard that it’s different for each person; that some people hear god speaking to them or some other voice, that some hear white noise, and other hear their own heartbeat above anything else… but me? No. All I hear is whatever music is playing the the background. It’s like I just zone out and nothing is around me. It’s like I’m stuck in a single moment of time. The little whore wouldn’t stop screaming when I sliced my hand scythe into her neck and drug it all the way down into her stomach. It was over in a just a second, but that second felt like a glorious eternity when I was the absolute power. I had control over how this little whore would die. I could decide that last thing she saw, smelled, tasted, heard and felt. I am God in that moment. TabooPhoneSexMagenta

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Pimped Out by My Son

rape phone sex fantasies mommy tortureI was face time talking with my son, sipping on a glass of wine one moment looking all cute for a date; the next moment, I was naked, on the floor with my hands tied behind my back in some unknown house. I started yelling, trying to get someone, anyone’s attention. How in the hell did I go from my place, all happy and shit, to this with no recollection of how I got here. Then it dawned on me; there must have been a roofie in my drink. You know one of those pills that makes chicks incapacitated. But who roofied me and why? It was apparent that I had been fucked, all my holes had cum in them and I was really sore. I was even starting to bruise.

Then I heard laughter from the other room. Men, maybe 3 or 4. I yelled to get their attention. They all came out and just stood over me. One said, “So you wanna play some more Mommy?”  I was like more? I had no memory of playing. Then they showed me the video footage of them having their way with me while I was pretty much unconscious. They even double penetrated me. And they appeared to have choked me, which would explain my sore throat. I asked them how I got here. One of them said, “Bitch, that is none of your concern. You are here and that is all that fucking matters. Now shut the fuck up cuz we hard again.”

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They dragged me into the other room, pulled their cocks out and just started going at me like animals.  Rough sex doesn’t begin to explain it. They were shoving two cocks at a time in my ass while the third one choked me. They spit on me, slapped  me, completely humiliated me. Their cocks were huge and they were going at me like gangbusters. I could feel my ass bleeding. I was crying, but they just made fun of me and called me a cry baby. They said I was asking for it; that a whore like me deserved it. It was hard to fight back as I was still sick and weak from the roofie.

After they were done using me like a cum dumpster, they tossed me back on  the floor like garbage. I tried to explain that my son would not be happy and he would make sure they paid for this. Then, one of them quipped back, “Who do you think paid us to do this to you? Who do you think slipped the roofie in your drink in the first place?” I didn’t understand, I thought maybe the drugs were messing with my ability to make sense of this all. He saw my confusion and said, “See bitch, your son gave you to us to settle his drug debt. You are ours to use and abuse all weekend long.” He then tossed me a bag of roofies and instructed that I take them to make things easier on me. When I saw the torture devices and whips and chains, I downed a handful of those pretty little knock out pills. If my son was gonna whore me out to be used anyway that satisfied these goons, then I was gonna do my best not to remember….

How can someone who says they love you, pimp you out to monsters? The torture sadly, is just beginning.