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A Thief In The Night

torture phonesex kaliHe came in like a thief in the night. Hovering over my bed with a mask on. Like I wouldn’t recognize his voice.
As soon as felt his presence over me my pussy began to respond.
I could feel the danger and the sexual tension.
I didn’t open my eyes. In less then a second I felt his hand over my mouth and his cock pushing into my pussy through my panties.
I recognized his smell even though he didn’t say a word. He was one of Daddy’s friends. I knew he wanted me to fight. So I struggled as he shoved his hard cock into me.
Thinking he was taking me against my will turned him on.
Knowing I was giving it to him because I wanted it. Knowing I was fooling him, made me cum so hard I thought I would never catch my breath.
My body quacking made him cum like a man that just won the lottery.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True

bloody phonesex kaliI know I am Daddy’s fuck toy. I know I am to please which ever friend he brings over.
Last night Daddy brought over his boss. A fat wicked looking man with evil in his eyes. As soon as he laid eyes on me he walked over and kissed me with his foul mouth. Teeth all rotted out, stinking like he hadn’t showered in days and reeking of booze.
He was rough when he grabbed a hand full of tit, squeezing and pulling it so hard that I have bruises today.
He told Daddy I would do, handed him a fist full of money and dragged me by my hair to the room.
He ripped all my clothes off and threw them in a shredded heap on the floor before throwing me down right next to them.
He beat the shit out of me swelling my eyes and busting my lip before he took his big hard dick and shoved it inside of me. First in my mouth, gagging me till I puked all over him. Then in my pussy, ripping me opened and enjoying my cries and then up my tight ass, sending flashes of pain through my body.
He grunted like a pig when he shoot his load in my soar ass and then spit on me, calling me a worthless slut before he left.

Portrait of Death

Portrait Of Death ~ NarcissusNarcosis

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.

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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this little light of mine…

I like to hang out in houses that aren’t exactly finished. Some say it’s because I’m ’emo.’ Others give me frightened glances and then quickly lower their eyelids before my own shoot back. They think I don’t hear their whispers in the halls, catch their fearful expressions when I walk past; but I always do. The other day I was in my room, peeling the corner of a NIN poster back, and realized I was feeling a little chilly . . . and no, before you say it, it wasn’t just my cold heart. I needed some heat, a little excitement, a risk–and of course, a prize. So I slipped on my loafers and wandered into Northhaven–the quaint little subdivision being built a few miles down the road from me.

And there it was…a two-story McMansion under construction before me, with raindrop-splattered tarps and a material-strewn front lawn. I snickered to myself; this was just too easy. Crawling up onto a bulldozer on the left side of the house, I wiggled my way in through the open window. Brushing myself off, I surveyed my surroundings. It wasn’t long before I heard the voices of the very young little ones whom I’d overhead planning a trip here earlier that day. I cackled to myself and strode across the wooden planks of the upstairs bedroom, careful to avoid the unfinished sections of the house with exposed beams.

Following the giggles, I walked to the utmost back room and hide behind the large stone fireplace obstructing me from their view. I peeked out slowly and . . .

There they were: my prizes. Two of ’em–a little boy and his bitch, drinking vodka procured from their parents’ liquor cabinet, no doubt. I stood there silently for awhile and watched them pass the bitter drink back and forth between each other. Their faces twisted into grimaces as the burning heat flooded down their throats each into the pit of their stomachs. And my hands were struck with a sudden and distinct urge to rub together greedily.

Play time . . .

Baby, I’ll tell you all about what kinds of horrible things I made these two little songbirds do to one another with their pants off. Alice gave them a nice taste of what grown-up fun feels like . . . and then she added in some of her own sickness. Sitting on their faces, pissing down their throats. I stripped that little virgin bitch’s dignity and innocence away with her little boyfriend’s erect cock, and he wanted to cum inside of that cunt so bad, I bet he would’ve thanked me if I hadn’t had my fist rammed down his throat. When I was done with my game and the sky was growing dark outside . . . I stepped over the broken glass of the once-solid vodka bottle. Grabbing it along with my shoes, I strode back out the window, pouring liquid all the way.

. . . A bright orange spark flaring–I dropped the match. Flames. And then I walked away and left the dying screams behind me.

I’M INto CHoking your life And RaidinG your pEace of mind

Wanna know what gets me wet? Seeing the fingerprint imprints my hands make as I’m squeezing the breath out of your slimy throat. I like watching the abrasive red splotches darken to deep purple bruises as a result of my handiwork. It takes serious skill to stop the convulsing long enough to get a good knee kick into the underside of a fucking guy’s chin. An elbow across the forehead will split apart the skin . . . and as the blood is pouring out of the slash in his head, I’m doing an uppercut with my fist connecting all the pieces. It brings a smile to my face every time I see it. Maybe someday I’ll be a good little girl and pray before dinner, but for now, if you’re gonna fuck with me, be prepared to fear it…

Scared of the Dark

 

taboophonesexJuliet001   I’ve never really been scared of the dark before, but this was a new sort of darkness. It was only a blindfold, but it felt like I was trapped in a never ending pit of pure black. When the blindfold was finally removed though I think I preferred the endless black! I was in this dungeon that looked like something right out of a Medieval exhibit in a museum. As soon as I saw the contraption that my captors had planned to put me in I couldn’t help but to feel a bit aroused… the idea of being helpless and at these peoples mercy was exciting and dangerous and everything I could ask for in a fantasy. They strapped my wrists down onto what looked like a BIG stone slab and then they strapped my ankles as far apart as they would go to the ‘legs’ of the stone slab. For hours they whipped my back and fucked my little pussy with all sorts of things. Right as I came, someone hit me over the head with something hard, and the next thing I know I was in the dark again, but this time in my own bed… I guess the dark can yield scary and pleasurable things…

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Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . . 

Cutter

There’s something exhilarating about taking a razor blade to my wrist and slicing through the tender flesh. I fucking love to get off on rough sex. I fucking love self-mutilation because it makes me feel like I’m goddamn invincible. I’m always looking for a fight; tempt me, push me pussies . . . I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze. I especially love torturing others. There’s nothing like the anguished screams of teens to fill a room with angst. Sexual mutilation is my favorite. Nothing beats the sickness. One time, I stitched a bitch’s pussy shut with a rusted sewing needle from my Mom’s old needlepointing kit in the garage. I used thick black yarn and beat her to the brink of death with a brick right in the head. I desperately kicked her ribs in and sewed her up like a puppet. She was so messed up by the time I started closing her holes up. No more dick in that little bitch, let me tell you. That sleazy ass whore wouldn’t be fucking anybody’s boyfriend anytime soon. Especially not MINE. That dumb little skank screamed like a banshee when I stitched her up, but the end result was fucking sick. I love my crazy mind . . . and you will too.

Maybe if I like you, I’ll show you a little bit of my mutilation magic using the slut of your choice. I’ll get a big ole knife or maybe a razor blade fresh from the shower, separated perfectly from the plastic handle and ready to slice deep. Then I’ll take her ass cheeks into my palms and give them a nice squeeze, getting them ready for my fun. We can always fuck her and fill her up with the thick white loads of creamy cum that mark a little whore, but we’ll need lots of spud. Get that hard cock and lube it up with her blood, baby. I’m going to make a nice pretty cut and carve my name . . . this stupid cunt will never forget who owns her ass.