My pussy was burnt raw and I could imagine that by the looks of things I was not going to survive. I was one of those people that knew when death was coming and I just didn’t know how I was going to spin this tale. Could I start with my time in England before I was taken? No that would be too easy let’s just go back to the fuckers who had tied my ankles to hooks, and watched as the bones cracked in my legs. He used an ax blade to cut into them and the end of a rod was stuffed up my tiny little cunt. It was something that I knew would kill me one day. My flirtations with people I didn’t know. But I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon. He was coming and I could hear the hacksaw that was getting closer. I knew his ways very well. He would beat me with his fist and use that saw up my little ass cutting the flesh and pouring acid in the wounds.
He would then take down his pants and rub the blood all over his cock and put it in my mouth making me gag on the tip. If I threw up from the pressure of his cock he would use the five tail whip and lash it across my flesh and the sound would be heard in the air like a pounding hammer as it tore at my flesh.I don’t know why he liked using that five tail whip but from the stiff ridge of his cock it created such pleasure for him. Then his friends would take turns shoot darts on my tits and ripping my ass open with their bulging cocks. It was one of those things that I had grown accustomed to and it was one of those things that was allowing the darkness to fill up over my face and the world to become black.
Tag: Torture sex
Wounded Slut
Cold As Ice
The night was as dark as my heart. The clouds covered the light of the stars and the moon. The air was heavy with the impending storm and her body lay shivering, naked and afraid. The flames of the fire made light dance on her trembling cold flesh giving the illusion that she was dancing for me while tied to the slab. Dancing around her to the sound of the haunting music I had playing, Each time I touched her and felt her body shiver my cunt grew wetter. I could now hear the rumbling thunder in the distance, it was getting closer and soon the sky would open with the furry of the storm. That is what I waited for to begin the mutilation that I longed to inflict on her. I didn’t have to wait long for the furry that spurred me on. Lightening cracking all around me and thunder drowning the sound of her screams as I cut flesh from her body savoring it, uncooked and sweet while quenching my thirst with her thick hot blood before finally laying on top of her and writhing against her until I came hard. This morning she was stiff and cold, covered in blood laying on the slab with her eyes wide and still fixed in fear. What a shame I was hoping to inflict some mere pain and mutilation. But the thought of fucking her cold and lifeless body was just as arousing as I approached her and shoved my fingers deep in her cold pussy. Breakfast was served and I savored every bit of it.
Girl Scout Cookies and torture sex, what could be better?
Did you know that today is Girl Scouts Day? Well, it is and just knowing that has put me in the mood for cookies and and torture sex and maybe a little mayhem too. All I need to do is wait for the perfect opportunity, I’ve already seen several of the little cunts out walking door to door, it won’t be hard to get one of them inside my house and once they are inside, they won’t ever be leaving. I know just the little brat I want too, she is small and delicate with long curly brown hair and I want this one because she is very independent and always walks around the neighborhood all by herself. Once she finally gets here it will be easy to get her inside, she’s been here before and trusts me. I will take all of her cookies and offer her a nice cold drink, walking door to door is thirsty work after all, so I am quite sure that she will drink every drop. It will be drugged of course and once she is sleeping I will be able to do anything I want to her, isn’t that fabulous?
Frat to Kill Part III
I was aching from the glass in my back and my legs were tied so strongly together that I couldn’t bear any weight on my legs when I was dragged down a flight of stairs. Pushing me over into a corner, the hood came off my head and I saw my date struggling to stand. A rope was placed around our necks and we were forced to stand on wooden blocks on the arches of heels. The glass that was forced so heavily in my pussy was making me turn red and oozing down in steady streams. My heated fleshed was burning from my tits being cut by a knife. I sniffled thinking of the things that he had did in the car.
While the car was in motion he had poked a dagger into my tits and was poking holes in with the glass. My lips and mouth were duck taped but that didn’t stop him from using the glass to cut shears into my pussy and yank my hair out with the shiny blade. Smelling my hair and placing it in his pocket, he continued cutting my tits and causing the blood to run deep almost purplish on the blade.
I knew I was going to die but I just didn’t know when. As the rope was tightened I felt the twist of a knife hitting my inner rectum causing me to release shit all over. Picking it up my head was pulled back and my mouth opened to taste it. The smell hit my nostrils and caused me to gag and try to vomit but I was pushed back up and lay in waiting for the next thing to come….
Sabotage is My Middle Name: Mutilation Phone Sex
Mutilation phone sex is a tasty morsel that my serial killer loving mind thrives upon. Being a babysitter for the damned allows me many opportunities to feast my morbid intentions with. So when I was paid a large sum to take on a special babysitting job I nearly fucking wet my thong panties. Well I did have to grab a stranger in the club and fuck his brains out I was excited.
So, why is this so fucking different? Well I will be sitting for a couple of spoiled prissy whores and nothing makes me happier than torturing a couple barbie dolls. You know the fucking type. So I plan it out where I will be waiting for them out at the cabin. My sister drops her brats off with me and as she is situating the girls in the cabin I sneak a quick slit of the brake line where it will be a slow leak. As she drives the windy mountain road down she will lose her breaks and control of her car. I made sure to set a fuse under the passenger side where it will burn on impact.
So, she will be out of the way, and I get time with my least favorite charges. Well I have some yummy punch for them to drink for starters. I get them nice and comatose as I step outside and check my iron pot over the fire. The pot will soon be simmering with broth and seasonings and the secret ingredient. I undress my little victims and take them into the kitchen.
On the stainless steel slab I run a knife across the pink fleshy bumps on the front of her chest. The nipples will be precisely sliced off and set aside to go into the dehydrator for the most delicate jerky. Slicing off each toe with my butcher knife I toss them in some buffalo sauce to marinade, and the same with each finger. The feet and hands are removed and tossed into the cauldron. I then await the girls to waken from their drugged state as their stump limbs bleed and the holes in their chest is not yet coagulated.
Then you came to the door in the nick of time. You see the sweet offerings on the slab their stumpy limbs tied down and mouths forced open. You get so hard as I tell you to have your way…
Castration Phone Sex: The Venus Penis Fly Trap
Have you heard of the expression, “A 100 ways to skin a cat?” Well, I like pussy too much for that, so for me it’s, “a 100 ways to castrate a chap.” Sure, being a twisted little butcher babe, I could give a chap fifty whacks. That’s too easy, too boring, too conventional. I have been experimenting with castration methods for years now. Tiny dick losers, asshats, perverts, deviants and annoying fuckers have long been saying goodbye to their junk at my hands.
I think my favorite method for removing worthless and improperly used appendages is my special creation: The Venus Penis Flay Trap. My first test subject of this method was Paul: a drunk trailer park daddy fond of diddling little tykes of both genders. If you can’t use it properly, you should not have it is my motto. I paid Paul a visit one day. Caught him red handed with his worthless pecker up some poor young school girl’s ass. I told him I was a disciple of God, and it was time to have a come to Jesus conversation about his man bits.
I had his little victim help me show him both the error of his naughty ways and his road to redemption. I pushed him to the ground, while she removed my special instrument and set it on the floor in front of him. I invited her to take a front row seat to what I like to call a little trailer park justice. I gave Paul an option. My knife could slice his throat, killing him instantly, or he could tea bag my Venus penis fly trap, remove his evil appendages on his own, thus saving his life and his soul. For whatever reason, Paul struggled with this choice. He took too long deciding if his balls were worth more than his life. Idiot. No life, what the fuck does it matter if you got balls or not?
His little victim became my accomplice in the time it took him to realize that life is more important than balls. She leaped off the couch were he violated her little ass, pushed him hard enough that his drunk ass fell onto my contraption. Bonus. Not only did it take his worthless balls, but his pecker too. All of his evil appendages snapped clear off. Suddenly his living room looked like a crime scene. Blood splatter everywhere, male parts tossed around like dirty clothes, and a drunk p daddy passed out, bleeding all over the shag carpet. My youngest little accomplice stood over his lifeless body, gave him a swift kick where his gonads use to be, then pissed on his bloody stump. If I ever were to have a daughter, I could do no better than this perfect angel.
Girl power was alive that day. Like me, she would be a victim no more. She has become my little castration accomplice. Some things in life are better shared with a friend.
Arachne
If you know anything about Greco-Roman Mythology then you know who Arachne is, if not, I will take a moment of My precious time to enlighten you. She was a mortal woman who was turned into a Spider woman by Athena. There are various versions of the story, but the one thing that remains the same is that she was turned into a Half woman/Half spider.
Today I had the honor of doing one of the most sensually deviant roleplays of My Sadistic life. In essence I was Arachne but with a twist. I crept into his bed one leg at a time, showing him my beautiful face, my lovely breasts and of course My gorgeous spider abdomen. I used a special spindle that I could protrude from my pussy/mouth and plunge into his cock. I deposited as much venom as I could, fucking him, drawing him in deeper and deeper into my undulating abdomen. I wrapped all of My legs around him, holding My prey steady as my proboscis snaked out of my grinning mouth so that I could force it down his throat to feed.
While I pumped my sharp spindle into his now overly swollen cock, I told him how I needed his seed so that he could fertilize My eggs. My spider offspring needed to be born. They would mature in the same room where his lifeless husk of a body would be left for them to have something to eat once they hatched. Which I thought was rather nice of Me.
I loved every single minute of this fantasy and I honestly hope I get to speak to My willing, horny victim again soon.
My Favorite Trophy
When the old lobotomy tools came up for sale on the auction block I knew I had to have them. From the moment I saw them my cunt started getting wet. With each bid I made I could feel my panties filling up with thick juice . My heart began to race as he tried to out bid me but I wasn’t going to let that happen, not a chance in hell. I had some one waiting for me at home that would be the perfect victim for me to use these old tools on. As soon as I won the bid I had an explosive orgasm on the spot. I know the gentleman next to me knew what happened. My breathing was heavy, my face was flushed and you could smell the cum. He just looked at me and smiled. It seemed like it took forever for the auction to be over so that I could collect my prize and be on my way. I took out the silver metal hammer and rubbed it on my cunt all the way home, making myself cum again. Going to the basement with my prize in my hand I unshakable that little bitch and strapped her to the table, wrists first, then legs, then the strap around her head. Getting undressed I took out the metal implements and rubbed them on my nipples and cunt before beginning the procedure. Placing the pointed metal pick on her eye I began hammering up and into her brain. I was careful to go slowly so that I would hit the right spot and to cause her as much pain as possible. When I finally hammered the pick as far in as it would go I had another orgasm, the hardest one yet. I left her there and went to bed. To my surprise she was still alive in the morning. so I covered her with peanut butter and release my hungry rats to feast on her flesh. I keep her skull with the pick still in it just as it was the night I used it. Each time I look at it I cum again. It is my favorite trophy.
Using Me The Right Way
I enjoy being the victim. Some girls cry, or scream, or plead. The only pleading from me you will hear is for you to wreck me harder. I want the most Sadistic sons of bitches using me. The more abused the better, the more degraded I am the more I want to my pussy and body to be ruined…until next time that is.
This is why I enjoy playing with Venus. She knows how to fuck a girl up in all the right ways. She asked me if I had any self pics that she could show someone because they wanted someone new who know how to take a beating and not be a big pussy about it. I sent her a few and within minutes my phone was ringing. She explained that I was to listen to her and if I didn’t then she would never play with me again. I told her I completely understood.
It wasn’t long until she was directing his every move. His words and actions would send a lesser bitch running. Not me. I love being a fuck rag. I loved every single thing that was done. By the end of our time together my pussy was hurting in the best way possible. My ass would be open for a long time, and my tits would soon show the signs of welts and deep bruising. All in all it was fun for all.
The best part is that Venus told me that she would be using me again because I pleased her. I cannot wait until I hear her sexy voice instructing my abuser what to do once again. My pussy is leaking just thinking about it.
Mutilation Phone Sex: Tough Love Venus Style
I hate a stupid bitch. Especially the kind that whores herself out to married or otherwise taken men. If they cheated with you, they will cheat on you. Sometimes a bitch just needs a hard lesson. I love giving wakeup calls to stupid cunts. Sandra is a cute girl next door type. In fact, she is my girl next door. She has been my neighbor for a few years now and it’s a parade of bad boys in and out of her apartment on a regular basis. Every time some taken loser doesn’t leave his current clueless cunt for her, she cries on my shoulder. I am not really a sympathetic type. If I tell you to stop fucking assholes committed to other women and you don’t, well it’s time for some tough love, Venus style.
Sandra showed up on my doorstep after married loser number 142 dumped her. So, I tied her to my bed, got out my big ass knife and carved a reminder into her flesh. “He doesn’t love you,” I cut into her skin. She was screaming in pain; yelling how could I do this to her? Like I was the bad guy. I’ve given her hours of free counsel which she has ignored. “Tough love bitch,” is what I told her. I carved “worthless” right about her pussy too. If you keep fucking losers, and have ignored sound advice, you are not only a stupid cunt, but a worthless one too.
I had fun torturing the bitch. I have no tolerance for stupidity. And if you keep repeating the same mistake, that is the epitome of stupidity. I even sliced her clit and cut her worthless nipples off. Mutilated girl parts might help her think twice before giving some loser access to her pussy again. Sometimes women just need a little help to recognize they deserve better. I told her if I see another married jagoff leaving her apartment, I was sewing her cunt shut. Just like I will castrate your cock if you can’t use it properly. I’m helpful that way