You always like to remind me how helpless I am. Last night you even tied up my wrists and ankles with rope. I waited that way until morning, struggling to fall asleep because I knew a severe beating was coming. This time I want to feel the pain from every blow, I know I earned it. Didn’t you notice how I kept my eyes open until they swelled shut? I know how much you enjoy hurting me and I’m really scared now because I like it too. Every time you choke me I know it might be the last time, I could easily black out and never wake up. It gets me excited too, it’s actually the only thing that does now. Nothing will ever be the same.
Although you probably think I’m lying its the truth. While you were beating me this morning I felt ashamed of how wet it made me. My cum was gushing out and running down my thighs, you must have been too distracted by all the blood to notice. After you left me untied and alone in my room, I pressed hard into my swollen clit until I squiredt into a puddle of my own blood. I was so disgusted with myself I nearly puked. Maybe this was what you wanted all along or maybe you wanted me to always hate it. Obviously I’ll never ask, you rarely let me speak anyway. Most days I’m gagged when your pricks not stuffed deep inside my throat or I’m just locked away in my room. Sadly, all I did this week was rub my slippery pussy while I day dreamed about all the torture that awaits me. That’s how sick I am now, I can’t control it anymore
Tag: Violent Phone Sex
You made me an insatiable pain slut
Santa’s Evil Accomplice Venus
So I was stupid enough to think I could run to the mall to get a pair of boots on Black Friday. I wasn’t bargain shopping or anything. I just wanted some fucking boots to go with my new goth outfit for this underground club. It was a mob scene and bitches were going crazy. I had my boots in hand, tried them on and everything. While I was in line waiting patiently to check out, this stupid cunt stole the boots right out of my hands, while her whore friend held me so I could not chase her.
They fucked with the wrong bitch. I had my knife collection in the car, but my favorite one was in my purse. I’m not the kind of chick who lets things like that slide. I’m no doormat. But I am no hot head either. My ability to remain calm, and exact my revenge in due time is what makes me a perfect accomplice. I don’t get caught because I am smart and patient. I let the bitch steal the shoes. I then followed the cunts around the mall until they headed to their car. I walked right up to them, held my knife to the thief’s kidney and demanded the return of my boots. When she laughed and called me Wednesday Addams, I sliced her flesh. Her friend insisted I take the boots and leave.
I took the boots. Thank you stupid worthless cunt for giving me what was mine in the first place. I looked around, parking lot crowded as hell, broad day light, but no one paying attention and we were near the back of the lot by a Holiday display. I knifed each of them in the gut, twisted it up, causing a slow painful bleed out. I pushed them under their car temporarily, waited till the crowds died down a bit and the blood stopped flowing. Then I dumped their lifeless bodies in a big Christmas box that was being prepared for the Holiday decor. Some Macy’s worker would get a nice surprise when he or she finished decorating.
Perhaps not too festive of me to snuff two cunts at the start of the holiday season, but they had no manners. I’m not sorry, but if you going to be thieving bullying whores, well you going to get taken out . I guess I am Santa’s evil accomplice. If you on that naughty list, beware. I have to no tolerance for stupid worthless people. And I am always packing the kitchen cutlery in my purse.
Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Holiday Slaves
My master had me and another one of his slaves over for an early Thanksgiving dinner. We thought we were going to be having dinner with him. He had other plans. There were other men there from his office. He was having an early holiday party/Thanksgiving dinner. We were there as slaves in every sense of the word. After I served everyone dinner, I had to be the centerpiece on the table. At first I thought this was not any big deal. Lay there naked and look pretty. I was there for the men to use. Some fucked me while the others ate. I was both an appetizer and desert to some of his guests. To others I was a toilet. They would piss in my mouth and then put the ball gag back in my mouth so I could not spit out the piss. Some used me as a garbage disposal. Cleaning their plates off in my mouth, forcing me to eat what they didn’t want. A few even shoved turkey bones up my cunt.
My fellow slave suffered the same humiliation at the other table. After dinner, the men were more drunk and twisted. One guy said we were dirty birds and should be stuffed accordingly. They stuffed us first with cocks. Then with fists. A few stuffed us with kitchen cutlery. Master, however, stuffed us with fire pokers. Hot ones too. It felt like the inside of my pussy was being branded. In fact, Master said now everyone would know I belonged to him. He branded my worthless cervix. The pain was excruciating. Master is normally not this dominate, but I think he was putting on a show for his friends. Trying to look like a total bad ass.
My fellow slave got branded up her worthless ass. She called him out. I know better than to talk back to a Master. I had to pay for her disobedience. We got the crap beat out us. All the guys got to throw a punch to our faces and bellies. We were covered in bruises and blood. We were slumped on the floor when they started pissing on us too. I was only half lucid, but I remember what came next. Master had a few guys drag us to the back yard, naked in the cold. He threw us together in a coffin and buried us in the back yard like a little boy buries a jar of pennies. We were together, scared, cold, in pain, in that coffin for a day before Master dug us up. I was grateful to be alive. My fellow slave was not so lucky. I wanted to be sad, but she was weak. She did not know how to be a good slave. If you are my master, I promise I will never talk back. You can do whatever you want to me and I will never complain. Good slaves are meant to be abused not heard.
I Like Her Style
It happened in the 1800’s and little ones still sing about her today. It was the ultimate family day gone wrong (in my eyes a day gone so right). No one knows who wrote the nursery rhyme and it isn’t accurate but it makes my nipples hard and my pussy wet every time I pass a play ground and hear the girls jump roping while singing it.
Lizzie Borden took an axe
gave her mother forty whacks
when she saw what she had done
gave her father forty-one
She didn’t give them that many blows. And she used a hatchet not an axe. But I close my eyes and I can imagine the bloody scene.They say that the faces of the victims were unrecognizable. Blood had to have been splashed every where. I can’t help cumming when I think of it all. That Lizzie knew how to take a bitch and bastard out! The house where it happened still stands today with much of the original furnishings and is a bed and breakfast. I can only imagine how great it would be to lay on the same couch where her fathers mutilated body was while masturbating and cumming harder then I ever have. Wishing that I was laying in his blood after his body was removed and before the site was cleaned up.
Suffocation Phone Sex with Blair: Break Me Master
Sometimes a bitch needs broken. Not every bitch breaks easily either. I try to be a good bitch. I do know my place. But I am not always great with the pain, which causes more pain to be inflicted upon me. I need to learn to cry and scream on the inside only. I was suspended upside down being whipped nonstop while being sodomized. I tried really hard to hold in the pain, but I was weak. Master cut me down and put me in a rubber suit. It was so tight. It hurt my flesh. I could barely breath, but I could not talk or scream. Master wanted me quiet, as in dead quiet.
I had little slits for eyes so I could see what was going on still. Master dumped my body in a coffin. He shut the lid and dared me to scream and cry all I wanted to. “No one will hear you now. No one will care,” he said. I knew he was right. No one cares about worthless whores. I wanted to still scream though, but even if I could it was futile. I needed to conserve oxygen. Master was trying to suffocate me. Force me to be quiet, maybe forever.
Not sure what happened next, but pretty sure I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up still in coffin. Could hear Master and his pals laughing, speculating if I was still alive or not. They were amused by my predicament. At that moment, I heard the coffin door open. I was pulled out of the coffin, stripped of my constraining rubber suit and hung back up for more whipping and anal torture. This time the whippings were more severe; so severe my flesh was being sliced and torn. But you know what, I didn’t make a peep. I am a good quiet whore. I learned my lesson. I would rather suffer quietly as the flesh is ripped from my body than to suffocate in a dark coffin any day.
How would you break me?
Your willing victim and eager accomplice
Maybe I am starting to enjoy myself a little too much. I might be enjoying the way you torment me and I might like being bad myself. I must have been a really bad person in the past if the universe allowed this happen to me. I never believed in karma before, but ever since I slit that poor girls throat I know this is what I truly deserve. Who knows, if it weren’t for you I’d probably still turn out bad.
You’ve told me a million times since that night I was made for this. I was born a spineless victim and a sheep. I’ll just do whatever you tell me, I don’t even fight it anymore. I am dirty and I’m definitely evil, just like you. There is no sense in denying it anymore, that will only make everything worse. I’m not even suffering anymore like I used to and that really worries me.
I’m not just your willing victim anymore, I also make a great accomplice. Last week, I kidnapped a girl and held her down for you. She screamed and for some reason I couldn’t stop smiling. We laughed together watching her struggle, that’s how much you’ve corrupted me.
Twisted
Because of my father gambling debts I work for the men that my father owes. I went to a party set up for men to choose the girl that they want for the night, I was walking around showing off my goods when I saw a group of older men sitting in the corner, when one of the guys motioned me to come over so I did, as I got there he stood up and said hi what’s your name and I replied Rena, he said glad to meet you my name is Antonio but you can call me Tony, he took my hand and we walked over to the guys running the party and Tony paid for me and we left, we got into his car, I didn’t know how he was going to fit he was at least 6’7″ tall and very muscular, I had a scary thought that this man could kill me with one good hit, but he was being so nice I thought naw he won’t hurt me…Tony drove to Fredrick’s of Hollywood and we went in and he bought me some very sexy outfits, I felt so spoiled. We left there and we went to this beautiful hotel where he got an awesome suite, we went to the suite and he unlocked the door and said go in and get yourself dressed up for me I’m going to get some dinner and wine, I thought this is going to be a fantastic evening, so I got undressed put on a pretty sparkling bra and thong that matched a pair of black thigh highs and my 4″ black heels, I looked so hot, a few minutes later Tony came in with Thia food and a great bottle of wine, as he opened the wine I set out the food, he said to me I want you to undress me and feed me, I want to eat food off of you and drink my wine off your breasts, so I did everything he asked, his rock hard body pressing against mine made me so hot and excited, he took my bra off me and drank his wine from my breasts, my body was so excited I could feel my pussy getting so wet, I wanted him so badly that I reached out to him and said Tony I want you please make love to me, he smiles took my panties off and started licking my pussy, my legs started shaking and I began to moan, he got up and set me on the bed he walked over to his clothing and came back over to me bends me over and sticks his big hard cock inside me as I am totally enjoying him I feel a stabbing pain in my leg, I said what did you just do,as the room started spinning and I could hardly speak, then I heard a harsh laugh He shoved his cock inside my wet pussy and started fucking me so hard it hurt I tried to cry out but I couldn’t then he took his cock out and just shoved it into my ass, I could feel the ripping and knew he was just totally having his way, once he came in my ass he turned me around and said so how did you like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde? as he threw me on the bed. He came up and kissed me so hard he made my lip bleed, I started losing light and passed out. in the morning I was all bruised and bloody I took a shower got cleaned up and went home. I had a message on my answering machine that said hey Rena had a great night and I purchased you for next weekend, Tony. That’s my life
STRIPPER GETS PAYBACK AFTER NOT PAYING CLUB FEES
Layla is one of the few black dancers who are very popular with the clients at “Club Lexus”. She is one of the favorites with the clients mostly because of the roles that she plays on stage, Dominatrix, young school girl, trashy lady looks along with her gymnastic pole dancing routines are very daring she almost looks like the opening act at the club with her gracefulness.
But lately Layla has been racking up a huge bill with the club because of her being stingy with the money and does not want to pay the tip out fees and that is a no no. As much money she has been making she has been passing by to continue to still work and pay the debt back very soon but the business people don’t take well with that act long either without a threat of termination of bodily harm.
After she changes after her last shift of the night and attempts to head home the club bouncers approach her and they told her that management told them to garnish tonight’s earnings from her by force, she ordered them away and said, “I will fucking pay you later.”
“No!” the bouncers said “We are not going anywhere until you give us the money you owe us!” They slap her hard throw her on the floor and rip off her clothes and get something else that would be worthwhile. Five of them are very eager to hold her down for the others to get to her and teach her a important lesson by not fucking with club owners money or their establishments or you will regret it.
They all line up and take turns ripping her young tight pussy and ass ripped open at the same time a fat white cock is forced in her mouth and she is gagged continuously which is brutally one after the other.
She surprisingly gets a belt wrapped around her neck that one of the thugs took from around his pants and used it as a choke collar for this bitch so he can obey and to be easily controlled by dragging her around while she is abused by cocks 3 at a time in all 3 fuck holes.
Next time the house girls will think twice about not paying their tip outs on time, I know that Bitch Layla did.
Mutilation phone sex morticia
There is nothing better than candy… no I lied… Beating people is better than candy..
That is why I got the idea to beat someone with candy..
I know, It sounds weird but listen.
On Halloween we had a bunch of little dicks from town come up to our place and egg us.
Some of us went chasing after them but I stayed in the house.
That is when I caught one little fucker breaking in down stairs.
Don’t these people know that you don’t go to the scary house?
We will hurt them.. I was alone and all I had was my cast Iron skillet..
I know my house like the back of my hand.
I hid by the door to the basement.. My basement where I do all my bad things…
He didn’t know what him… When he woke up he was laying on my work bench.. I know he could smell the candy melting… and he saw me working on something.
I think he was scared but I couldn’t hear his screams… I super glued his lips together!
I grabbed the boiling pot of melted candy and I poured in onto his exposed chest..
The thing about sugar is it burn deep in the skin and nothing really helps that pain. Especially in this basement.
After I poured all the hot sugar on him I let it get hard…
I knew it was still burning him…
That is when I grabbed my new flogger…
It was breath taking to see his young skin and blood break away with every whip…
He is still down there.. burning.. bleeding…
what should i do next?
Satan’s Sex Slaves
My girlfriend Stephanie invited me to a Halloween Party. She met this hot guy at a club and scored us an invite to an exclusive underground club. I was pretty excited actually. I needed a good time. We both did. The location of the party was a secret. We were told to be at a warehouse at 9PM and we would be driven to the party destination. Stephanie and I arrived promptly at 9PM looking very sexy. There were other women there too, but they were not hot like us. None of us seemed to know what was going on, but I beginning to feel uneasy.
Then several men arrived. Very handsome men and Stephanie and I lost our senses. We are good submissive fuck pigs. Men tell us what to do, we do it. We know no other life. These men instructed us to get into this white bus. All of us, got on that bus, somehow knowing it might be the death of us. Like lambs to be slaughtered, we followed.
Were drove in the dark, in the woods, for several miles until we stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned church and graveyard. A creepy ass old church in the middle of nowhere. This could not be good for Stephanie and I, or the others. They led us into the church. I saw the pentagram, the candles, the blood… It was clear we were in the church of Satan. Why, we were not sure, but Stephanie and I were scared. There was blood all over the alter.
Stephanie and I were together, but the other girls they separated from us. Stephanie and I got tied up in the back of the church. I did my best to calm her. I had a plan. If we could convince our captors that we were good fuck toys; good breeders for virginal sacrifices, perhaps we could survive. We were clearly the pretty ones in the group. The Satanists seemed intrigued. Stephanie and I were forced to watch as they slaughtered the other girls at their bloody alter. Each girl was bound, gagged and forced to lay in the center of a burning pentagram. Their breasts were cut off, their pussies sowed shut, some sort of animal blood spilled on them, then they were lit on fire. It was the most horrifying thing either of us had every witnessed. And as subby fuck pigs, we have seen a lot. I can still smell their charred flesh and hear their screams.
I looked over at Stephanie and told her to trust me. We had something those women did not. We had rocking bodies and pretty faces, and we had youth on our side. We could appeal to their primordial urges. It worked. They did not kill us. Instead they took us to the basement. It appeared to be a sexual torture dungeon. All sorts of S and M devices. For days we were Satan’s sex slaves. Fucked in all our holes. Whipped. Tortured. Deprived of food and water. Forced to pee and defecate on the floor. They even forced us to play with each other as they jacked off on us. They were insatiable. They didn’t seem to need sleep. They did, however, need to fuck. They were determined to breed us.
We survived the church of Satan. We survived being the devil’s sex slaves. But barely. They passed out after being up for close to two days. I’m double jointed and freed my hands, then freed Stephanie. We ran naked through the woods, in the dark and the cold until we reached the highway and the kindness of a stranger. I’m not sure if the devil exists, but he certainly has followers who believe and they kill and fuck in his name. What would you do to us in the name of Satan?