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Getting Sweet Revenge

taboo phone sex aliceYou think I don’t know your dirty little secret but I do. You’re a sick fuck, you like to stalk girls when they’re out alone late at night. You prey on the weak, dragging them into the darkest of shadows where you rip their clothes off and ram your inferior dick inside of them. You think that because you’re physically stronger that you can just take what you want. Well that all comes to an end now. The hunter is about to become the hunted. I put on my shortest skirt and my tightest top and I went where I knew you would see me stumbling around it was so very easy to convince you that I was drunk. You grabbed me from the back and pulled me behind the bushes. I had a surprise for you though. I wasn’t drunk at all. I pulled my stun gun from my garter under my skirt and zapped you right in the balls. As soon as you fell to the ground writhing in pain from the volts of electricity coursing through your body I tied your hands and your legs together. I cut your shirt off with my knife and used it to gag you so no one would hear your screams. Then I cut your pants and underwear away from your body and got down to stopping your predatory ways. I took my time as I slowly cut through your ball sac making sure that you felt every inch of your skin and tendons being cut away from your body. I reached into your sac ripped those balls loose and then I shoved one up your ass and the other down your throat. Then I gave a little wave over my shoulder as I walked away laughing as you lay ball less in a pool of your own blood.

Daddy is my prize

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Daddy loves playing all kinds of games. And I always love being his number one player. Today though daddy took me to the park so that we could find a player number two to fuck. We found some random slut and daddy sat us on the bench. He first wanted us to know exactly who we were. He ripped our clothes off of us leaving a few marks here and there. He wrote slut one on my forehead and slut two on hers. He then would point out flaws in our little bodies. She other girl had small boobs, so I had to pull and twist her nipples until she cried. Daddy says that my ass was not as nice as slut 2’s she had to beat my ass with a switch until it bled and then lick the blood off of it. We went back and forth torturing each other while daddy played with his fat cock and told us how pathetic we were. He would slap us both in the face and put a burn mark on our ass anytime we were not fast enough and had not pleased him. Eventually slut two decided to complain about being thirsty, what a dumb bitch! This pissed daddy off of course. He stops and gives us both a drink which really surprised me… As I finished mine I realized that the other player was dead. Turned out that her drink had been poisoned. Since I won I got to live and Daddy was my prize. He now was only focused on me! He Punched me in my mouth and it filled with blood, he whipped my sides leaving huge welts everywhere. He bent me over the bench and fingered my little pussy while fucking my ass raw. I began to moan and he spanked me over and over. I was daddies little winner today.

Home invasion phone sex

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I told my neighbor that I would keep an eye on her house when she goes out of town. She has some animals that need some care. Long story short, I went out tonight with some friends and completely forgot to go by her place to take care of the animals. I felt awful, so I rushed over there- even though it is very late. The house feels colder then usual and I swear I locked the back door.

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It is completely wide open now. I walk over to the home phone to call someone. As I pick up the phone I realize it has no dial tone. I look back at the door and it is now closed. I think I am loosing it. All the sudden I see a dark figure and everything around me goes black. I awake to a bright light above my head. I feel so cold I think I am in a freezer. As my eyesight clears up, i realize I am strapped to a table naked, covered in blood. Is it my blood? Is that why i am so cold? I manage to reach at my thigh and touch some of the blood. I feel a gash of my open flesh. Holly shit it is my blood. I am getting feeling back, oh my gosh my body hurts so bad. The man in black comes over to me. He tells me he has missed me so much. I am in a lot of trouble. I get this feeling my life is no longer my life any longer.

Taboo Phone Sex with a Crossbow

taboo phone sexI needed some extra cash, so I went against my nature and took a temp job in an office. I am not the kind of girl who plays well with others. I run with scissors aimed at people. I don’t fit the look, and I certainly don’t play the part of a secretary. Very hard for me to fake like I enjoy people. But, it was a week gig for some pretty good money, so I thought I could suck it up. Wrong. People’s voices got on my nerves. The constant stupid ass banter about Facebook and Twitter and whose marriage was in trouble and who was eating where. Who the fuck cares? People take a shit and they post in on their social media pages so people will know when they took a dump and how much it weighed. People need a life. The water cooler losers needed snuffed or tortured, especially the men.

castration phone sex The male office asshats were sexually harassing the Goth temp. That shit needed more than a seminar in respecting women to nip in the bud so to speak. I’m a take matters into my own hands kind of bitch anyway. I Macgyvered a little crossbow with pens, pencils, rubber bands and clips. Mixed a little drug compound that would make my targets loopy, practiced my aim from under a desk, then shot up some testicles like a hunter. I’m an evil genius. The pen would not stay lodged in their worthless nut sack. It would be like a small prick sensation (appropriate). They’d adjust the balls, go to the parking garage or the men’s bathroom where I would follow them with my big ass knife. Men with small pricks who harass women don’t deserve their balls. There are lots of reasons to castrate men, but the truth for me is that it is fucking fun as hell. Really gets me wet.

Suddenly this temp job was looking up. Any time I can castrate a man, I’m in heaven. I love removing junk.  I’d lurk at my desk like Wednesday Addams, shooting the balls of the male employees with my make shift crossbow, torture phone sex castration bitchthen stalk them to where they went next for some junk removal. When I remove the balls of a worthless piece of shit, it commands respect; it commands fear. They look me right in the eyes as I slice off their testicles, take a soldering pen to the spot to stop the bleeding and laugh. They cry, whimper, apologize, beg, but never rat me out. Too embarrassing to admit that the creepy ass temp chick took their balls because they fondled her inappropriately. I will take your junk too if you look at me funny. But they are on best behavior in the office afterwards because they know I will take their dick next. I have a collection of balls in a mason jar in my desk to remind me that no one messes with Venus, unless Venus wants to be messed.

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It was Me or Her

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I stumbled and fell, but was ripped back up by my nipples. “Get the fuck up slut.” A guy from my Dad’s crew ordered me. He twisted my nipples hard then attached nipple clamps to each one. My nipples were rock hard and throbbing. “Mmm you like that don’t you, you fucking pain slut” he spit in my face as he attached a chain to my nipple clamps, dragging me along. I stumbled some more but he continued to tug me along by my nipples. We reached a place in the middle of the woods; a mattress was there on the ground, as was more guys than I could count. I recognized almost all of them, all were either my Dad’s workers or friends. They were going to torture me again. Fuck me raw until my holes were wide open, dripping with cum… blood and cum dried onto my face. He threw me onto the mattress face first, taking a fist to my ass already causing me to scream. As I opened my mouth another cock was there already fucking my face. I coughed and gag and moaned as my ass and mouth were violated. I am such a fucking slut. I deserve this, I love this. I feel my cunt sopping wet, and I am ashamed. Being their whore, their cum dumpster, their pain loving slut makes me so turned on. Suddenly my face is being brought up and I see another girl has arrived to the party. But I know she won’t make it out, I am the only one who lives to remember what happens at night with Daddy’s friends. They push her to the ground and begin to fulfill all their rape fantasies, and drag me over to fulfill their snuff phone sex fantasies too. She is laying there, sobbing, bloody and covered in piss and cum. They hand me an ax and tell me it’s me or her, and of course I obey them… I am a good submissive slut – I bid her goodbye with one good hack to the neck.

My Rest Stop Nightmare

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I was so excited! Daddy told me this past weekend we were going on a trip, we were going to stay in a hotel and go out to eat and he even told me he was going to take me shopping. He promised he wouldn’t be mean to me either, I couldn’t wait. He said the only condition was I had to dress nice and slutty for him, so I of course put on my shortest mini skirt, ready to start our mini vacation! He didn’t tell me where we were going, so I just fell asleep for the ride. I woke up as we were nearing a rest stop, I asked Daddy why we were stopping because I didn’t need to pee and he told me I better try anyways. I know better to argue with my Daddy so I did as I was told. I went in and there was a beautiful woman in there as I went into one of the stalls, she left. I was just washing my hands when all of a sudden there was a knife to my throat and a hand over my mouth. I realized it was the woman I had seen before, and she whispered in my ear “Surprise whore, you’ve been set up.” Before I could make a move there were all these men surrounding me, grabbing at me kicking and slapping me. There were too many of them to fight off and the woman was just sitting there watching them violently beat me and tell me what a little fucking whore I am. I don’t know what happened but I was suddenly being dragged by my hair all the way across the bathroom, the woman was ripping my head up yelling at me telling me she was going to make me be the submissive little whore I am just as she shoved my whole face in the toilet water. At this point I tried to scream and struggle, flailing around as they flushed the toilet over and over again. I couldn’t breathe, I was choking on the toilet water unable to fight them off no matter how much I struggled. I felt myself fading away… slipping into sleep forever, when all of a sudden my face was ripped out of the toilet and I could breathe again. I was choking, trying to catch my breath as I looked up and made eye contact with my Daddy, he had his cock in his hand, it was rock hard just like the other cocks next to him… there was more than I could count. I couldn’t believe Daddy had done this to me, and I didn’t have time to think. The woman was positioning my head and telling me to open my fucking mouth to take all the these cocks and when I was to speak to her,  I better fucking call her Mistress Shadow or she’ll let me drown next time. I obeyed and opened my mouth to being the object of all of their rape fantasy phone sex dreams…

 

Jingle, Jangle, Tick, Tock…

torture phone sexHere comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail….WTF is it? It can’t be human. It’s not the freaking Easter Bunny. It’s Michael, the jingly jangly bell wearing pansy. He’s coming down the hall, dancing a jig, and looking pukey in pepto pink. I hate faggots, and bunnies, and sissies who wear “pretty pink penis pouches.” And I especially hate pink.
If I had the chance, I’d like to turn him blood red instead, after I beat his fairy ass with a cane until he cries like a little girl. Oh, I wouldn’t kill him slowly and painfully. I’d just give him what he wants. I’d slice open those ruffled panties and stroke his pathetic little cock until it was swollen. Then, I’d make him beg for his life. Or worse, yet, I’d cut off his balls and useless appendage and make him into a girly with an ass-pussy and a pair of jingly bells.

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“Oh Michael, better pay up. The WBMT girls need vacation money. We are some greedy bitches. If you don’t comply with our wishes, and become our paypiggy, we’ll make your name public in our blogs so the whole world knows your secret, Michael Fra…”
(Evil giggles) I think I’ll turn your pretty pink pics into my own evil creations. Maybe then you’ll know how serious we are, you little pansy. Better open that wallet wide. Blackmail bitches are coming for your cotton candy ass.
Shake that cute little ass right over to the bank now and give in to our demands and we’ll spare you the shame and humiliation of having your friends and family know your dirty little secret. I’d hate to have to send that nasty cum-stained penis pouch home to your family. Makes my pussy wet just to think about the pain I’d cause.
Ohhhh, pink is so much prettier when it’s splattered with red…..

Your evil freak,
Natasha

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Torture phone sex chalk outline

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He has come back to finish the job. I thought I could escape him, but I started craving his attention. I felt like he was always around but I just could not see him. I ran away from him, and then I soon came to realize that I needed his validation so much. I craved his attention from his knife and his hands grabbing my neck tightly. I missed the blood dripping from my wounds from my bad behavior. I crave to get his acknowledgment and his criticizing remarks. I want so badly to be his victim and for him to humiliate me. I was out late begging for him to get me in his grasp again. He finally found me and he had a very bitter attitude. I had made him so very upset.

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He tied me up and mutilated my body, he took pictures and videos. He was going to humiliate me and turn it over for everyone to see. He was going to take my life and let my blood drain out. He said that once I am dead, everyone will remember me as the pathetic cum whore. He made me choke on my blood as he bashed my face in. He laid my body on the ground for all to see. He drew a chalk outline around my body to help the cops out. He could have drawn just my body, but no, he was out for humiliation and revenge.

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He gave me a flappy cock and a fat body. He whispered in my ear that he felt bad for the cops- that not even they would want to touch my dead carcass and where I lied because I was so disgusting. He made every bum on the street pass by me to piss and squirt their jizz load on my naked body. I will at least always be remembered, right?

 

All Barbies Must Die!!!

murder phone sex fantasiesAs a goth teen, I hate everything. But most of all, I hate fucking Barbie dolls. You know, those idiot bimbo blondes who use stupidity to get a man. I’d love to kill them all.
Barbie is such a nasty cunt rolemodel for little girls. She uses her big ass and big tits to fuck men over. She has no skills. Men just bust their ass to cater to little Miss Barbie Doll. Meanwhile, I gotta work my ass off just to survive. If I could, I would eradicate Barbie from the face of the earth. I’d use one of my rich boyfriends to help me do the job. Lure the little cunt to his place to see his new car, yacht, or plane and then slit her fucking throat.
Of course, we’d have our way with her first. You could fuck her in every hole. Oh, fucking boo-hoo. Might smear her lipstick or get a hair out of place. I’d love to see you ram your cock down her throat while I stick a foot long pipe up her cunt, fill it with gasoline, and light her up. Then she’d have a really hot box!!! Or maybe stick some electrodes on those big fake titties and turn the voltage up until her implants burst. Love it!!! You really think she has feelings? Her orgasms are all fake, but I wonder how loud she can scream when you’ve got your condom covered with razor blades in her ass, and she’s bleeding out on the floor. Now, that makes my cunt wet.
Oh, I can think of some pretty horrendous ways to murder all of the Barbies of the world. Fuck ’em and kill ’em. Please don’t let them breed. The only good Barbie is a dead one, lying on the pavement like a broken doll, with a chalk mark outlining her worthless carcass and cum leaking out of her plastic hole.
Wanna be my Barbie-slaughtering accomplice? Let’s get together and plot to remove Barbie from the human species. It’ll be my pleasure to watch her die, slowly and painfully. I have 100 ways to do it. No one will ever know.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Taylor

You’re such a perverted old man. I saw you watching me for weeks as I walked down to the store to get some food. I should have known you were a dangerous man just by the way your dark eyes never stopped staring. I could feel them on me even when I wasn’t looking at you. Today when I went out, you weren’t in your usual place. I felt relieved to not have your eyes on me, but then to my surprise you were inside the store. You came up beside me and stuck a knife to chest and told me to be quiet and follow you.

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You led me back to the back room of the store but there were no employees back there. It seemed odd but I was too terrified to think about that. You made me take of my pantyhose and tied them around my mouth so I couldn’t scream. You kept the knife close to my throat and began acting out all your rape phone sex fantasies on me. You ripped my skirt up around my waist and tore my shirt completely off. You began groping my entire body and I felt so naked and violated and afraid.

You grabbed my little nipple and squeezed and pinched and twisted so hard it made my eyes water. You spun me around to face the dirty wall and I felt you taking your cock out of your pants. You got up behind me and all I could smell were cigarettes. You rammed your cock up between my legs into my throbbing pussy. You were long and hard and I yelped a little even through the gag. You fucked my pussy then my asshole and then shot your cum all over my bare back. You told me to get on the floor and stay there until you were gone. I did as I was told, but now I have to walk home again and I wonder if you will be back for more.