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Peek-A-Boo

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I could hear you in there with them.  Those little voices just begging to be set free.  We would eventually set them free but not in the way they were thinking.  I heard a loud slap, then whimpering as you disciplined them.  You see, they didn’t know that I can hear everything they say when they think we are not around.  The things that were said, tisk tisk.  Such language coming from those little mouths.  Terrible.  I would let them know that there is a hole in the wall under one of the strips of wall paper, but why spoil the fun?

When you came by I told you all about what I had heard.  They couldn’t hear us of course because I could always just replace the opening with the piece of wall that is missing.  Just pop it back in and Bob’s Your Uncle.  You were getting mad, I was glad you were.  I wanted you as pissed off as you could get.  This was your time to show me what you had learned from me.  You wanted me to take  you to my side of the darkness, and I had, but now it was time for you to fly on your own little birdie.

You took your shirt off, stripped down to your boxers and went into their room.  There were three of them in there, when you opened the door I could smell them.  That is the only bad thing about keeping things … the smell.  We had to really work on that room before we began your training to make sure those smells stayed inside with them along with their screams.  Sound proofing is a must in situations like this.

I could hear the three of them scurrying around like little mice trying to get away from you.  I was watching by the hole in the wall, I knew this would be the last time we used this room for awhile so I punched through the poster.  One of them looked at me as you were twisting her neck around by her matted hair, I said, “peek a boo” and smiled.  The fear in her eyes, the pain that shown in her face was exquisite. I handed you your belt through the opening and you took to lashing all of them.

After a little while I came into join you.  The pure violence that you unleashed upon them was one of the proudest moments of my life.  The very last one was rocking in the corner, we needed to put her out of her misery.  Her mind was broken, never to be fixed.  We were saving her really.  Deep down I knew she didn’t want to go through life medicated and scared.  I held her against me as you plunged your dick into her, I wrenched her neck to the side, you were grunting away, tearing up her insides with each thrust. When you were almost there I sliced into that soft buttery flesh of her neck. You orgasmed as the spray covered your body.  You had been baptized. I smiled up at you, and you down at me.

You have learned well Jedi, now go forth and do your worst.

Tangled

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Isn’t it cute how they think they can get away?  The hope is strong, and they can almost see the end of their torture.  Almost.  They must think us stupid.  To think that once they broke their binds they can just run? That’s what is wrong with prey, they do not think, they react, that is what makes the Predator have the edge.

There she was, running though the woods, us walking behind her.  I had my pet with me, he was pulling so hard at his chain, I lean down to whisper in his ear, “спокойный”, which is Russian for “calm”.  He immediately stops barking.  However, now and then I will give him the command to bark just to keep the prey on their toes.

We can now hear them, crashing though the leaves.  I smile to myself.  Both you and I know a secret.  The last time you went in to fill her bowl you purposefully left the bolt undone.  It did take her longer than we thought for her to figure that out.  Once she was out of the underground hut, she was off like a shot.  She didn’t even notice us standing a few feet away.

We both looked at each other and chuckled and shook our heads.  She tried so hard, her legs were pumping like mad, but she wasn’t going to get away.  You see both you and I made sure nobody could get off the property.  We heard her hit the barbwire … hard.  Then the crying for help.  Nobody could hear her except for us so we just continued to walk.

Once we could see her, I left my pet go, he ran toward her full tilt, she was screaming, writhing in the wire which just made her get more entangled.  When we reach her my pet is a few inches from her face, growling.  The look of pure fear on her face makes me wet.  You and I fuck quickly before untangling her and returning her to her home. Silly bitch thought she would escape. Pathetic.

Glory Hole Slut

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Taking me to glory holes is one of the ways my Daddy enjoys degrading me. Pain and degradation are his favorite flavors of punishment and alternates between the two. Today he chose the latter. Making me kneel completely naked on a dirty bathroom floor and suck stranger’s cocks is one of his favorite fantasies. He made me walk into the dirty bathroom totally naked and barefoot. He led me in on a leash and made me crawl to the stall on my hands and knees and then lick the filthy toilet seat first. There was a used condom on the floor and I had to put it in my mouth and suck the cum out of it while he watched. Strange men were watching me as they lined up to get their cocks sucked. I was completely nude and doing one of the most disgusting acts I have ever done while they all watched. It was almost a relief to suck their dicks, because then at least I could stop licking the toilet and floor and take the condom out of my mouth. I sucked over a dozen before he was satisfied. He fucked my ass once before letting me leave. He wasn’t done yet though, I had to walk back out of the bathroom and through the book store we were in totally naked and with a load of cum still on my face. The walk to the car felt like a mile.

Snuff Humiliation

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I haven’t been doing well in school. My grades are bad, and I’ve been getting a lot of detention. My daddy spanks me every time he gets a phone call from the school but apparently, I needed to, “be taught a real lesson.” When my principle called about catching me fucking a boy after school in the stairwell, Daddy became furious. He dragged me down to the basement by my hair. My scalp and body was on fire from being dragged on the stares and cold concrete.

He then ordered me to strip naked. He set up a camera, told me he was going to bring some people who can teach me a lesson and left me in the cold dark basement. I stood for hours shivering. When the door opened, my daddy and a few strange men walked in. They had tools and chains with them. “Clearly you’re not good enough for school. The only thing you’re good for now is to be our little fuck toy,” one mad said.

Big wet tears dripped down my face. They had me stand front and center for the camera. Daddy said they ran a live stream so that everyone would know how much of a skank I was. Daddy took out a long leather whip and began lashing me as hard as he could. I screeched in pain. My skin went from red to split open with every lash. Snot dripped down my face as I begged for him to stop. But him and his friends just laughed.

Daddy and all of his friends cut and whipped at my skin until I was various shades of black, purple and red. Then he ordered the men to live out their twisted rape fantasies me until my cunnie and rosebud bled. They did this for days. Every day I was forced to fuck strangers until I couldn’t move. My dad always kept the camera rolling for his viewers. More and more they want to see more horrific things. What do you think they’ll do next?

Meth Whore

Sadistic phone sexI can’t stop thinking about our conversation earlier. We had your meth whore slave come over tonight. We’ve been training her for some time to need meth and do whatever we told her to in return and to be your sex slave. When she got there we got her so fucking high and tied her up. She was probably close to overdose when we got started. You let me tell you what to do with her! I told you to choke her and slap her and spit in her nasty whore face. You slapped her hard with your cock, and force fucked her nasty whore mouth. She’s willing to do anything for that meth you give her, but she has no idea what’s in store for her this time…

Liar, Liar, Bitch On Fire

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I suppose everyone knows what tomorrow is.  It’s Thanksgiving.  Little families all gathered around a fucking bird to gorge themselves senseless. Hard to run when your gut is distended.  I am not one for tradition, in case you haven’t figured that out.  I like to celebrate this holiday doing something I only do once a year.  I’ll give you a hint to what that is … read the title of this blog.

It all started when I was still in school.  We were studying Barbarians in History class.  I remember thinking how fucking badass these bastards where.  You had the Visigoths, Huns, Vandals, Saxons, Avars, Picts, Burgundians, and Franks.  Those are not all of them of course, but those are some of my favorites.  The most intriguing part of this tiny section of History is all of the wonderful ways of torturing someone that came into being. 

We did not really go over the torture parts, I learned that on my own.  They excited me, so much so that I wanted to try my own method.  Even back then I really didn’t care about right or wrong. I knew/know what it is, I just don’t give a shit about it.  That brings us to Tee, that isn’t anywhere near her real name, but Tee liked to exaggerate.  If you had a toothache, her asshole blew up as her hand was cut off by a chainsaw while a shark chomped down her left tit.  You know the type.  This got on my fucking nerves, I cannot stand liars.  Not in the least.

I invited Tee over once.  She just would not shut the fuck up.  My Mom even left, not just the room, but the fucking house. Told me that she would be back in five hours, and if Tee left before that to just call the bar and let her know.  To be fair, before anything happened I gave her a warning, but did she listen? Nope.  I said something like that some day those stories that she told would get her into trouble, then she went on to tell another lie filled tail. Which was fine because I knew that she wouldn’t listen to me.  I told her that we had to take some stuff out to the burn barrel. She picked up the stuff and we went out there. 

In no time there was a pretty good fire roaring.  It was very cold outside so getting her to stand closer to the barrel was easy.  Then I just grabbed the back of her neck and pushed hard.  She tripped, knocked over the burn barrel, and got burnt.  Ooops.  She was screaming like crazy, I was thinking too bad it didn’t scorch her stupid mouth.  She looked up at me, I went around her and stomped out the fire on the grass.  She was crying and holding out her arm.  The skin was peeling, she was shaking like crazy.  It was a pretty good wound. 

My neighbor saw her trip and knock over the barrel.  He didn’t see me push her of course, but he did see her get burned.  He ran right over to where we were standing.  He left to go and call for help.  I squatted down and smiled at her.  She said that I did that on purpose, I said, “I sure did.” I wasn’t going to deny it, as I said, I hate liars.  However, I did let her know that if she ever lied, or exaggerated again that the next time it would be her tits, and if I was in a great mood her pussy too.  She turned white. 

The rest of the time I spent with her in school she was quiet.  She would talk, but she wouldn’t go overboard.  I think I actually helped her make friends by doing what I did.  See, I’m not so bad after all. *laughs*

The Assault

Taboo phone sexMy cunt wasn’t ready or willing for what you were about to do. You forced your fat, rough, dry fingers through the small holes in the lace of my panties and pulled hard, effectively ripping them. You repeated the process again and the panties were gone, revealing my cunt. You ran a single finger over my soft, delicate flesh and traced it to my bare, smooth pussy. You forced your finger inside of me and twirled it slightly, testing my tightness and me to cry out. It was uncomfortable, humiliating and something I guess I have to endure if I want to live through the day. You pressed your finger further into my pussy, up to your knuckle and continued your slow rotation, forcing it in and out while your breathing grew heavier. I moved my hips, attempting to dislodge your finger from deep inside of me but you gripped the side of my ass, holding me in place as you continued your unwanted assault. You suddenly raised up on your knees and pulled down the zipper on your jeans and pulled them down. You gripped your dick in your hand and directed it towards my defenseless cunt while holding my left leg under your arm. “Stop!” I cried through tears, “Please don’t do that, please! Please…” I begged. That didn’t stop you though, it just made you rougher, more angry, and more aroused.

Daddy’s Little Pain Slut

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Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if my daddy hadn’t trained me to be his little pain slut. Would I be a normal girl who likes normal things and goes on dates with boys who don’t want to choke me out and fuck me until I’m bruised and bleeding? At first I resisted His training. I wanted to be a good girl, a normal girl, I didn’t like pain or being forced to do disgusting and degrading things for him and his friends. Now I can’t get wet without it. Nothing makes my pussy as damp as when my daddy is fucking me from behind with a belt wrapped around my neck, a punishment plug in my ass, and  clamps around my nipples. I am his perfect pain whore and I love it. My daddy is a sadistic and evil man and I guess I’m his twisted little girl because no one makes me cum as hard as my daddy and the bizarre and cruel things he dreams up to torture me with. He is always looking for more extreme and sadistic ways to torture me. Just when I think I have reached my limit, he pushes me past it into a whole new world of pain and punishment. 

The Decimation Of An American Princess

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This is a story based on a real life event.  I am sure you will be able to figure it out.  This one is for you my Dearest PinkyJ. *blows you a kiss*

For years her Mother had been making her look like a perfect piece of fuck meat.  That’s how Pageant Moms are.  They always want their Daughters to look perfect, unmarred, and like the motherfucking girls that end up dead.  Now these Mothers only see the fame, crowns, money and glory.  They don’t understand what type of danger they are putting these precious little things in.  Why? Because they are greedy cunts, that’s why.

One such girl belonged to the Mother mentioned in the first line.  Pretty little thing.  Blue eyes, blond hair, stripper name, and one of the most perfect mouths you would ever lay your eyes upon.  You and I would sit in those audiences, watching, waiting for our moment.  We spent months following them to Pageant after stupid Pageant.  One by one they were lead up on the stage in those little outfits, it was a P-Cock’s dream land!

The night before Christmas we sat outside their huge house.  You were so excited.  Your eyes were so bright, your smile was beaming and your cock was ready to have some fun.  After the Bitch Mom and stupid Father went to bed drunk we moved in.  I waited in the basement and you brought down the sleeping beauty.  What everyone didn’t know is that sometimes Mommy would give this little Princess something special to make her sleep. 

You laid her down on the basement floor and we stood there for a few moments just taking in the way this little Angel looked.  Without all that whore makeup on she looked so much younger, sweeter, almost ethereal.  You look at me and I nod my head, you get undressed, and I undress her.  Her small body was so smooth, untouched, unmarred in anyway, there was a glow about her.  I looked up at you and your cock was rock hard.

I stood up and gave you a kiss for luck.  You hovered over her as I stood by the bottom of the steps in case we needed to haul ass out of there quickly.  I saw you brush a few wisps of hair from her neck before you ran your finger tenderly down her body.  It was sweet in a twisted way.  You reached over her head and grabbed the extension cord that was laying there, wrapping each end around your hand.  You looked at me, I took one more look up the stairs then came over to you.

I got down on the floor to put her head in my lap.  We made eye contact, then, I smacked her hard.  She immediately woke up, I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.  She was very disoriented, she tried to get up but you quickly pulled the cord over her head to the back of her neck as I clamped my hand down hard on that esquiste mouth of hers.  You started to pull on the cord, she couldn’t scream anymore.  I scrambled to you, taking your cock in my hand while lifting her legs.  I spit a few times on that little slit as I started to feed your cock inside of her.

She was a fighter, such a fighter but she didn’t win did she? No, she did not.  There was a lot of blood between those little legs which lubricated your cock so that you had a little bit of an easier time before you shoved it deeply into her ass.  You tightened the cord, her tongue started to protrude, her eyes bugging out a little bit, she was trying so hard to breath as you tore her open as you fucked her.  Finally it was done.

I kissed you deeply one more time, then we left, making sure we left nothing behind.  I used some bleach that was in the room on that pussy, face, and ass.  No DNA.  When we got back to the car I told you Merry Christmas and we drove off.

Sadistic Phone Sex Is What Perverts Need

Your a filthy fucking pervert that jerks off so often thinking about how to destroy the little fuck holes of young brats that you see all around you. You get the strongest desires and maybe you need a good accomplice phone sex master mind to assist you in your perverted desires. I’m a professional at this game and know many different ways to skin a bratty tease, in a manner of speaking.. well both literally and not so literal… really. I’m always up for torturing some sweet innocent things as much as I love to torture and break the real bratty ones also, fuck it, I just love destroying things. Fuck, you are nothing but a thing to me also and I love to destroy pathetic males. I’m a little brash at times but heh, it’s part of my fucking charm, if you don’t like it go annoy someone else, ultimately, though I really hope your a fellow demented soul that can play as a nice accomplice with me in not so nice ways.

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