What tastes better then blood? Thick and hot and full of sinful delight. She is on her knees before me. trembling with fear, tears streaking her face, naked, vulnerable, at my mercy. I feel the electricity coursing through me. Sweet nectar being released as my cunt contracts dispensing fluid that drips down my thighs freely. My nipples hard and erect, longing to be touched. I refrain from caressing them and the denial adds more arousal. A knife in one hand and a hand full of her hair in the other. Looking down on her sends a feeling of power coursing through me. I am superior, in control of everything except the sensations that this power brings, the lust that fills me. Yanking her head back so that I can look directly into her eyes, wide with fear I lower the blade to her throat. I can plainly see the pulse in her neck. Her heart is pounding with fear. Touching the blade to the pulsing artery she whimpers. I apply no pressure, not yet. I just run the blade lightly across her neck letting her feel the cold steel. We both know it’s coming but only I know when it will come. Adding a little more pressure to the blade I can see her skin breaking and small drops of blood form on the line where my blade is caressing her skin. Resisting the urge to make this swift, my cunt begins contracting faster and my cum is flowing in heavy gushes now. Finally I slit her throat and watch the blood squirt and drain down her naked and now limp body. Were it not for the grasp I have on her hair she would slump to the floor. Dipping my fingers in the blood I finally touch my nipples, pinching them hard, reveling in the sensation. Licking the blood from my finger tips I explode finally, relishing in the pleasure, releasing her hair and watching her slump to the floor. Sweet, fulfilling release!
Tag: Torture phone sex
The Taste Of Sin
Babysitter phone sex with Moritia
I hate babysitting.
I hate it even more when I have to watch the little demons that my whore of a mother brings home.
They aren’t going to leave my house anyway so I have a little fun with them.
My mother and her freak friends have brats to sacrifice to their goddess.
What a stupid fucking religion.
Anyway They have these brats at home so there is no record of their existence.
These brats are stupid, they are kept at home they don’t go to school.
So they really are just little useless fuck-tards.
But they are fun to hurt.
Like this last one.
She was at the age where you become a woman, ready to be sacrificed and give her virgin blood to the goddess blah blah blah.
I took her down to the basement where I have all my fun.
I tied her up nice and tight where the rope was cutting into her virgin body and so she was screaming because of the pain.
I left her there for a few hours.
I went down stairs and found her sleeping.
SLEEPING!!!
No fucking way, she doesn’t get to sleep in my fucking house!
So I got this tiny stick that my mom likes to hit me with and I beat her with it until I got tired.
By this time she was screaming and moving so the tight ropes were getting tighter and cutting deeper and deeper into her flesh!
God that turned me on..
So I got the idea that if she is going to be giving to the goddess she has to be purified.
I went upstairs to the bathroom.
I got the bleach and the toilet brush..
I poured the bleach all over her virgin body, making her pain even more..
Then well if you don’t know what I did with the toilet brush then you should call me..
Psycho Movie Serial Killer Wannabe
Last night I went to a midnight showing of the original Halloween. It’s a classic. One of my favorite films. Michael Myers is my hero. Gets to kill annoying people with a big ass knife, always allude capture, some how never get killed. I often fancy myself a psycho movie serial killer like Michael, Jason, Freddy, Chucky or Pinhead. Brutal, evil, cold, invincible. A killing machine who does not worry about that silly thing called guilt. A true sociopath.
There were these two blonde bimbos in front of me that were texting and talking through the movie. I find that annoying. When I asked them politely to shut the fuck up and watch the movie, they got rude with me. I channeled my inner psycho movie serial killer, followed them out when the movie was over. I hide in the shadows, stalked them, watched them, followed them home. Stupid bitches left a window open. Of course I took that as an invitation. I found them laying in bed together. They looked like they passed out. Clothes and makeup still on. This was too easy. But sometimes a quick easy kill like one of my heroes would do, is just good for the soul. I plunged my knife into the heart of bimbo #1 and her eyes opened wide, she took a big gasp, then slumped back down on the bed in a bloody pool. Bimbo #2 never even woke up. Her BFF is being snuffed out right next to her, and her drunk ass is snoring. I slit her worthless throat.
I went over to a chair in the corner, licked the blood of my knife, rubbed the blood on me into my pussy as I masturbated. Then I went home, left with an unquenchable desire to kill again. Yes there was lots of blood, which makes me hot. But they were drunk, oblivious to dying. I get off on the fear, the tears, even the screams and resistance. Where is the challenge if they don’t even realize they are being hunted, stalked and killed? I’m like a vampire, needing to feed. Would you like to be my accomplice? We can find some unsuspecting bitch, hunt her like an animal, kidnap her and torture her for hours, maybe even days, until we decide we are finished with her. Sometimes I feel sorry for my psycho movie serial killers because they play alone.
No Little Dick Men
I hate when men act all big and bad and you get them home, drop their pants and they have a little button dick.
Are you fucking kidding me?
How the fuck do you think that tiny button dick is gonna get me off?
I don’t like little dick men.
What can you even fucking do with that?
It so fucking tiny!
I made this bitch suck and finger fuck my pussy and he couldn’t even do that right.
For Christ sake you’d think he would have some fucking talent.
After thirty five fucking minutes of this bitch wasting my time, I figured I’d do what gave me satisfaction.
So I tied this tiny prick up.
I started with beating his ass raw.
Then I took my glass dildo and shoved it up his ass with no lub.
He cried out in pain and I hit him on the balls.
Don’t you dare fucking cry you little dick bitch.
This is what you get for hiding that tiny button cock of yours.
This went on for hours.
I had him tied up in my bedroom.
I’d beat him for a little while, and when I got tired I’d lay down on the bed and watch some tv.
Every time that fucking bitch cried, or looked at me the wrong fucking way I’d hit him.
When I was finally done with him, I told him he was mine forever.
If he told anyone about this, his next time here would be worse.
He will not be leaving.
Beg For It
I decided it was time for some anger management. Mom has been pushing me to fuck this one guy and every time I have been there at his place, he has been more then rough. He told me about the many times he has watched his daughter in the shower. He told me one time that he broke into his own house and raped his girl. She to this day has no idea that it was her daddy that broke into their our and shoved his hard cock deep inside of his sweet young little ones cunny. He buried his cock deep inside of her. Filling her up with his seed, hoping and praying he knocked her up so she would have a little one that he could play with as it grew up.
I love men, all men. I don’t care what they do or who they do. But for some reason this man just rubbed me the wrong way, no pun intended. So I made a plan. That I was going to break into his home and give him the same treatment that he gave his little girl. I was going to torture him but I wanted to end him fast. So I decided to bring my pistols just in case I needed them.
When I broke in the front down I heard screams from far away I thought that I had been caught but as I crept up the stairs I could hear a little girl begging for her daddy to stop. I peeked in the door and I seen him fucking her. Had her flipped over and face down, and violating her ass. She was crying and asking him to stop. He told her he was going cum inside of her and was going to do this to her every day until he got her knocked up. I lost it. I took my guns out, one in both hands and started hitting him in the head with them until he fell off her. I was telling her it was going to be okay. She just bundled up on the bed with her knees to her chest crying.
I started kicking him in the face and stomach. I cocked my guns and pointed them at him and told him that today was his last day. He wasn’t going to hurt anyone anymore. I heard his daughter say ‘stop please’. All i could think was are you seriously going to stop me from killing him after what he did to her. Then she begged me to let her do. To let her kill him. That it was her that he had hurt and she wanted to be the one to end him. I gave her one gun and kept one just in case he tried to run or she tried to turn on me. I’d just have to kill them both. She told him to roll over on his back. She started stepping on his dick. And then she stuck the gun in his mouth and told him to suck on it. Kicked him each time he fought it. And then.. She blew his fucking brains out. I might just have myself a new side kick.
Sweet fuck holes
I am here waiting, wanting, needing to be abused. It’s been two days since my last party. I need meat sticks, and a bunch at one time. I am hungry for cum. I need you to throw me on the ground, drunk and not understanding what is even going on, and fuck me till I hurt. Where are you? Cum find me, party with me, and take every one of my sweet fuck holes that you want. Bring all your friends, we will make a party out of it. Bring alcohol, drugs of all kinds. Get me fucked up, and beat up every dripping wet spot I have. I need you to cum take your aggressions out on me with your cock. Please I need to be punished, and you and your friends are the only ones who can do it. We will make a night of fucking, skull fucking, and raw abuse that I crave so much, I even love you to forcefully take my ass. Bring me the pain, and the abuse, and you wont be sorry. I’m a cum slut, and I am waiting for you.
New Jewelry From My Master
We all know how master is when it comes to me, his pet. The one he uses and the one he pleases. My master loves to have control over me and does NOT like it when other people men or women even look at me wrong. I was allowed to go with master to the store so that I could help him get all the things that we needed for the house. I was eager to get out and breathe some fresh air. Maybe do a little site seeing, just the places that master will take me. I am not allowed to venture out on my own yet. We were in the supermarket and I would say I was dressed appropriate, master even approved of my outfit. Wasn’t too short or too glamorous. We were getting something we needed off of isle 7. A mean looking man walked by, bumped my master and called me a slut. We just kind of blew it off, it was not much that we needed to get upset over.
But once we were done shopping and getting ready to check out the same man ended up behind us in the check out line. While I was helping master load the groceries up on the counter that man came up behind me and smacked me on the ass and started grabbing it. I just knew master was going to hurt him. I was trying to talk to master telling him its okay and not to do it in public. We checked out and headed to the car. Loading them into the backseat then hopped in the car. Once we were in the car I could tell how pissed with that man that master was. So I leaned over and started rubbing my master’s cock. Getting it nice and hard for me. I leaned down and took his head into my mouth. I heard master sigh like that was exactly what he needed. I sucked him really good. I took him deep into my throat making me gag on his cock. He fucked my mouth and shot his load down my throat.
By then the same rude man was coming out the store and putting his groceries in his car. When he left we followed him. Followed him to his house. Sat outside and scooped him out. To see if he lived alone or what was up. We found out that he lived alone, so we went back home to take the things to the house. I unloaded and put up the groceries while master was in his room. He came back out with his black bag around the same time I finished up. We got back in the car and headed to that mans house. We knocked on the door and when he realized it was us, he was shocked and master pushed his way through the door. Knocked the man on the head and we drug him to an available chair and tied him up.
When he woke up, he demanded to know what was going on. And master told him for his actions today there was to be a punishment. The next thing I knew master was grabbing tools out of his bag and just started puling the mans teeth out. You could probably hear him screaming from a mile away, but i guess it was a good thing he lived far out in the country. With each tooth master was telling him what he did wrong and that I was he pet, no one puts their hands on me unless he gives them permission. There was a lot of blood coming from his mouth. I swear master gets off giving people pain. That day I seen a man have all of his teeth pulled out, how much pain my master was able to inflict with not even putting his best effort and I got new jewelry that my master made all by himself. I say all in all, a day full of shopping and torture, it ended pretty well. I don’t think that man will be bothering anymore ladies……. hehehe
A Sadist in Sheep’s Clothing
Every now and then I encounter a very sadistic man. A man who truly believes women are worthless whores on earth only for their pleasure. And that no matter what they do to a woman, it is justified because we are all just whiny, bitchy, cunts who do not deserve to live. I met such a man recently. On the outside, seemed like any other hipster. Owned a little coffee shop I went to daily, liked music, college educated, easy to talk to. That is how he trapped me. I felt safe with him. Felt like he really wanted to just be my friend. I get lonely. My husband is long gone, and my son travels a lot with his job. So when David invited me to his place for dinner, I accepted, totally clueless about what was in store for me.
He slipped some sort of roofie in my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in his basement on his work out bench. He was standing over me with an evil smile. I saw on the wall a plethora of torture devices. Now I am rather accustomed to extreme bondage devices, but what I saw looked more like the tools of a serial killer. Knifes, saws, an ice pick, dental and surgical tools, a flame thrower, drills, hammers… All deadly and painful instruments. He grabbed a pair of pliers and held my nose tightly, forcing my mouth open and for no reason other than his sick pleasure, pulled one of my teeth out from the root. He was a true sadist. The pain was excruciating. I could taste the blood. He said, “Now you aren’t so pretty. All pretty women are whores.” I was crying and shaking. He got tired of hearing me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth which made me choke on my own blood.
The next tool of pain he brought out was a scalpel. He began making small cuts all over my torso like some Dr. Demento. He sliced my breasts up, made a trail of cuts down my stomach. He then dripped hot wax into my wounds. The wax slowed the bleeding, but the pain was awful. He laughed at my tears. What he pulled out next horrified me. He had a torch flame like welders use. He told me there was nothing more intoxicating than the smell of burnt flesh and a whore’s tears. He fired it up and aimed it straight for my stomach. He didn’t leave it on long enough to set my whole body on fire, but he did take a layer or two of skin off my belly. It hurt so much I lost consciousness.
I woke up in my car, back in my clothes. I thought maybe it was just some horrifying dream, but then I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I was missing a tooth. The bloody roots still hanging from where the tooth had been. The pain really hit me. I lifted up my shirt, revealing a charred stomach. He had cauterized my wounds so I was not bleeding, but it was horrible looking, very raw, and even worse smelling. I wanted to wretch. I searched for my keys, trying to figure out if I could even drive. I found a note in my purse that said “Tell anyone what happened Blair, and that pretty little face you love so much gets burned.”
There are sadists all around us. Men who take extreme pleasure in hurting and degrading women. You would think by now, I would be better at recognizing them. Are you a sadist in sheep’s clothing? DO you harbor dark desires like David?
Another bloody night
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.
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.
Beat Me, Bleed Me, Torture Me, Today, Tomorrow, Forever…
This 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.