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Another bloody night

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When I woke up my hands were tied behind my back on cold cement floor and there was blood everywhere. I could hear another girl screaming from somewhere inside the room, but it was too dark to see her. I could hear him whipping her with his cat-of nine tails, that had broken glass and nails on it. The thought to attempt an escape crossed my mind, but the second I had that thought he was standing right in front of me.
He asked me if I wanted to meet our guest just before he pulled me by my hair over to her. Surprisingly he untied my wrists just before bringing me to my feet. There wasn’t a formal introduction, he just ordered me to lick her poor frightened little pussy while he continued to whip her back.

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Blood was running down her body, some reaching my mouth which had plenty of her blood in it already. She screamed, she cried, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. I could see his cock growing bigger and harder by the second. When I started to cry too, he slapped me hard across the face and demanded that I get back to work. I went back to licking her tiny clit and she started to shake violently. She ended up pissing herself shortly after, It was hard to throw up because a lot of got in my mouth. He just laughed and told me not to stop until she was unconscious.
Once she couldn’t scream anymore she wasn’t as much fun for him to play with so he turned his attention over to me. He bent me over a chair and jammed his stiff dick deep inside my tight asshole. It hurt so much I started to struggle, but he warned me if I didn’t stop that he’d grab his cat-of nine tails. Instead, because I decided to be such a good girl, he just ran his sharp nails over back as he pushed his evil cock inside me deeper and harder. The scratches were deep enough to draw blood and I could feel him licking it off the cuts on my back.
After tasting my blood he filled my sore ass with his cum. Then, before sending me to bed he had me lick up the mess our guest had made.

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Beat Me, Bleed Me, Torture Me, Today, Tomorrow, Forever…

bloody phone sex torture submissiveThis new Master I knew was unusual, not like the others.  I only saw him at night. He was pale. Skin was cold. He was sensitive to light. He was an amazing lover. Strong as an ox. Keen senses. Could heal my wounds he inflicted quickly and quite miraculously. He was extremely into blood play too. I should have known. I have seen enough horror films. But I had trouble rectifying reality from fantasy. That was until the night my Master made me his. Really made me his.

It was a dark and dreary night. I was tied to a wooden table spread eagle. Master had made over a 100 small but deep cuts on my body; on my worthless flesh. Blood was covering my body. Master was hard at the scent and sight of my blood. He would get off not so much on my pain like other masters, but on my blood. He would lick it off my body and never seemed to get enough of my sweet tasting crimson juice. If I got too weak from the bloodletting, he would cut his wrist and make me drink up. It somehow made me stronger, healed me.

This particular bloodletting, Master hit an artery on my neck by mistake. Blood was spurting out everywhere. I was choking on my own blood. I knew I was going to die. Then Master bit me, hard. I felt a chunk of my flesh separate from my neck. I began convulsing, twitching, dying. But then I awakened, almost like new. Master released me. I immediately looked at myself in the mirror, but I had no reflection. My skin was pale and cold. I was on sensory overload. I could hear bugs in the wall, birds outside, toilets flushing. And I was ravenous. So hungry. It scared me. I looked at Master and I knew. I just knew what he was, what I now was.

I have an unquenchable desire for blood now. I’m in need of accomplices to bring me something to feed on, preferably young and tender. In my new found state, I can be beaten unrecognizable, tortured, bled, mutilated, burned; anything brutal I can handle because I have the power to heal myself. So please, hurt me, destroy me, snuff me out.  I assure you I won’t stay dead long. I will heal myself for you to hurt, destroy and snuff out another day.

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Mr. Vamp.

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You ever wonder what it would be like to be a vampire and take me and have your way with me? Not only would you be licking sucking on my cunt and little nub, but you would be biting my neck and sucking my blood. Having that metallic taste in your mouth as I would kiss you and feel your fangs scraping against my tongue.

 

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You would be super strong so you could hold me told and make me take your big cock. You would not need restraints or drugs to keep me down. Oh how I would love for you to be able to make me do all those dirty things you have wanted me to do. Force me to suck your cock. Making me lick on your balls. Tell me to sit on your face and lick my little clit. I love feeling your fangs glide across my little nub. Riding your tongue begging you to make me cum. I feel you getting ready to blow your load in my mouth so I start humping your face faster and harder. I feel myself starting to cum. My body is shaking and I am screaming out… Then all of a sudden I feel you bite into my thigh, which only makes my orgasm peak.

 

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Hmmm, yeah, I wonder what it’d be like to have my very own personal Mr.Vamp. 🙂

Salad Fingers

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I don’t know if you have ever watched salad fingers, but he is so creepy and weird, I love him so much! I mean if I could create a real life like Salad Fingers I would use him for purely evil. I would him to torture all the bastards and whores out there that have wrong me or even just looked in my direction and I didn’t like it. I would so make them pay. I could touch my wet cunt all day just thinking about all the evil things I’d be able to do with that monster.

 

I would tie up any victim I choose, man or woman, and make sure I let Mr. Salad Fingers have his way with him. I would make him shove his cock down every one of the males throats. Make them suck him dry until he has no more cum left. And for the ladies, oh they would get the most fun. Of course I would be in the distance playing with my self, getting my slit all nice and wet while he is using his famous fingers to violate all their little cunts. Making them scream in pain and deep down pleasure.  He could even use his eager cock to tear into all their pussies filling them up with his load Maybe even make a little Salad Fingers.

 

 

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Bad girls get punished

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I’ve been a bad bad girl.

I thought it was ok to go outside today to have a bath in the rain.

I thought it was ok. 

I never really get baths unless it is raining or master says its ok. 

I was outside enjoying the rain as it washed away the blood, urine and feces off my bruised body.

I had my back to the house not thinking that master would see me standing there naked. 

I just thought it was ok to wash my body for him.

Make myself clean.

As i was standing there naked in the moon light running my finger through my hair, I felt the steal of his spiked boots.

He kicked me in my back so hard it felt like he broke something. 

I could feel the warm blood running down my back as he was dragging me back into the basement. 

I knew master was angry, so I sat there waiting. 

He locked my hands up way above my head, and had me facing him. 

He had the riding crop.

He told me to beg him for mercy, and not to stop. 

If I stopped he would get something else to hit me with. 

I started begging him to stop, 

He hit me over and over again. 

When he was done I could see the damage. 

Open sores, blood and bruising. 

When it gets this bad, he feeds me.. 

He treats me like his princess. 

Would You Rather Be Eaten Alive or Eat Someone Alive?

cannibalism phone sex mommey tortureThe last thing I remember was hiking in the woods. It was a lovely day. The sun was shining, the leaves were all sorts of pretty colors and I was enjoying quality time with myself. I woke up dazed, confused and starving. But I was not alone. There was a young couple with me, bound and gagged. I did not know where I was or how I got there. It appeared to be some sort of cabin in the woods. I tried to scope out the situation, figure out what kind of trouble exactly I was in. I never could have imagined the trouble I was in. A man with a mask came out of the darkness. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at the couple tied up on the floor. He said with a sinister tone, “Would you rather be eaten alive or eat some one alive?” What kind of sadistic game was he playing? I looked at him dumbfounded, and simply said “I don’t understand.” He explained to me this was a simple task. A simple game of would you rather. But, it was a game I had to play if I had any hope of surviving. He turned the timer on,  put a gun to my head and  gave me 60 seconds to make my decision.

In a moment of panic I screamed out, “Eat some one alive.” Surely this was a hoax, some sort of prank. He dragged me over to the couple. Made me decide if I wanted female or male flesh. The boy looked like Justin Beiber. I hate Just Beiber, so I screamed out male flesh. I then watched him prepare my live meal. Human sushi he called it. He seasoned the flesh, even tenderized it for me  and buttered the skin. I thought he was going to cook this boy alive, but no. I had to eat him, while still breathing, still looking at me, pleading me to stop, begging me for mercy. This was difficult , but my survival was on the line. I think when we are all pushed, we will do drastic things to stay alive. Even eat an innocent person.

My evil dinner host brought me an array of deadly kitchen cutlery and a big plastic bib to catch the blood, the flesh. This was really happening. I really had to do this. The young guy was shaking, tears running out his eyes. I tried to figure out where to begin. I took a knife and cut off his balls. People eat sheep balls, I could eat human testicles. I heard him scream in pain and watched him horrified as I swallowed his sinewy flesh. It did not taste like chicken. It tasted awful, but I chewed it up good and swallowed, reminding myself that this was just a game. I was forced to keep eating, so I tried my best to cut off sections of flesh that enable him to still survive.  I cut off and ate a nose (oddly crunchy),  ears, his penis, a few fingers, a few toes….I was stuffed and nauseated, but being forced to eat more flesh. He was bloody and in pain, likely dying. Perhaps I was doing him a disservice by trying to keep him alive. It seemed as if I was going to have to eat him until he died, or until I died.

I looked at him; his eyes told me it was okay. He had given up. I took a big knife, stabbed it in his chest, pulled out his beating heart and ate it until it was no longer beating.  I can’t believe I ate another person while they were alive. But I guess I would rather live than die. I had no choice. At least that is what I am telling myself to sleep at night….

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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Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: My Favorite Movie

bloody phone sex torture gothIt is pretty clear that I am not your typical girl. No amount of money would make me go to a Nicholas Sparks movie. Vomit. Eli Roth flicks are more my speed, especially Hostel 2. I enjoy the torture porn flicks. Bloody films with extreme violence, torture and sexual depravity get my cunt wet. Like all of the Hostel films,  the rich and the depraved pay for the thrill of killing some innocent lamb in whatever sick, twisted, perverted manner they desire. I relate to the female lead in this film, Beth.  A rich girl on vacation with her BFFS, meets the wrong people and finds herself kidnapped and in a room about to be prey to some submissive nerd who she rebuffed sexually because well, she has standards. But Beth turns the tables on Stuart; refuses to be his victim. She not only tortures him, but cuts off his worthless pecker and feeds it to the dogs, before snuffing him out and buying her way out of the torture chamber. My kind of girl. My hero. Beth and I are a lot alike, I torture and snuff out worthless pigs who have wronged me in some way. My victims are not so innocent. They are stupid, pathetic, weak, self entitled pricks who need to be taught a lesson, sometimes a deadly lesson.

bloody phone sex knife playNo man gets the better of me. And any dude who tries, finds himself castrated, bloody and likely no longer breathing like Stuart. Like Beth, I take no shit from men and I refuse to be a victim. Now, every now and then, I spare the life of a worthless prick just so he can become my torture doll. You can turn a dominate man into a submissive one. I have one Stuart like guy who tried to sexually assault me at a party once when I was intoxicated. Not only did I take his balls, which are in a jar on my mantle piece, I took his dignity. I own him now. He PAYS me to torture him. A rich motherfucker that until he met me, thought all women were on earth to service him and that his money could buy anything, and  anyone.

bloody phone sex evil killHis money can buy anything; it can buy the privilege of my sick, twisted attention. He pays me to bleed. In a twist on Hostel, he pays me to torture him, and he even tortures himself because he knows how much I enjoy it.  His neutered ass, slices his flesh and bleeds for me. He cuts hunks of his flesh off and gives it to me as presents. He even brings me sweet young things to play with, play with in my sick twisted way. Beth inherited her money; I was not so lucky to come from a wealthy family. However, I am rather cunning and crafty, so I am quite comfortable financially because I know how to milk pathetic losers like you. My love for money, however, does not outweigh my need to stalk and mutilate poor excuses for human beings. So, I will hunt and snuff you out for free. I don’t need to pay some Elite Hunting group in Slovakia for the pleasure of kidnapping, torturing and snuffing out pathetic losers. If you are reading this, you are fascinated by me. You have dark desires to hurt yourself for my pleasure; to pay me to cut and slice or even castrate you. Pay me to gut you like a pig and bathe in your blood.

Just like the woman in the opening scene of my favorite movie, I will suspend you above me, slice your arteries, and get off as your warm blood cascades over my body. I love it when you bleed for me. A goddess can never have enough loyal subjects to bleed and mutilate. I cannot wait to pierce your sweet, but worthless, flesh. And, I cannot wait to rape your wallet while I do it.

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Evil Phone Sex with Cassandra: House of Horrors

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As I felt my way around every  corner, I encountered a horrific find that had my heart racing. My Master put me in a nightmare. He created a house of horrors just for me filled with everything that terrifies me the most. There was a room filled with slimy slithering  snakes. I had to crawl on the floor feeling them run  all over me. I peed my panties. Another room had spiders. Big hairy fucking spiders. I squished some with my fingers. So gross. I hate creepy crawly things. Master knows this. I was sure he was filming this and getting off somehow.

I had my cell phone with me, and although I could not get a signal to call for help, my flashlight app worked. I was trying to conserve the power, but I was getting more and more scared. The next room had something hanging from the ceiling, like punching bags that I had to navigate through. When I got something slimy on me I used the flashlight to see what exactly I was pushing my way through. Big mistake. It was like I was in a slaughter house. Dead pigs and cows everywhere. Gutted and bloody. The stench was nauseating. Master loves  playing survival games with me. Testing my will to live.

I have survived worse than a house of horror. I have been buried alive, submerged in water, forced to kill… I can get through a creepy house.  Suddenly, the floor fell out from underneath me. I was falling and landed in something wet and sticky. I fell hard too. I knew that smell, that taste. I was in blood. A vat of blood. No clue what kind of blood, didn’t want to know. I felt like Carrie at the prom. My long blonde hair was covered in blood. I fell in a tub. I crawled out and at least now I knew I was on the next level of the house. I crawled on the floor when pain hit. I was now crawling on broken glass. It hurt like hell. But I went as quick as I could. I was covered in blood, my own and someone or something else’s too.

I crawled right into a person, a live person. I thought it was my Master, but when I used the flashlight I saw it was something grotesque. A freak of some sort. It picked me up by the throat and throttled me. I was gasping for air, kicking frantically to free myself. Then the freak through me hard against a wall. I hit the wall, then fell through another floor. My Master and his friends were there waiting for me, laughing. I was  covered in blood, bleeding, banged up and they were laughing. My pain amused them. Does my pain amuse you?

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Ring Around The Rosie

violent phonesex shadowHer name is Rosie and I got her just for you my dark and demented lover. You would have never gone and gotten her yourself. You want this but you want me to do the dirty work and that is fine with me I love doing the dirty work so that we can enjoy the pleasure of her screams together. Let’s play ring around the Rosie. Let’s surround her and rip her flesh with dthis dull blade. Watch me cover myself with her blood before pressing my bloody body against yours and giving you permission to fulfill your P – rape fantasies on her tight, bald pussy. My cunt is twitching and quivering knowing that you are going to be ruthless just for me and that your dick will fill me once it is bloody and satisfied by the dark desires with in you. Our pleasure is her pain, just as it should be.