The sound of her scream sends a tingle straight to your cock. Then you see the blood and your body betrays you with an erection that you can’t deny. You wonder what is wrong with you. Why you are aroused by pain and suffering? Why do you want to feel the ripped and torn flesh? Why do these horrific sights that should cause you to turn away turn you on so much? You can’t deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in you. You can’t deny the desire to live out these fantasies that will surely damned you to hell. You dare not speak of it to anyone so you keep it all locked inside. How do I know these things you think of? Because my dark lover. The sound of her scream sends a tingle coursing through my body as well. When I see the blood, my body betrays me as my cunt drips with longing that I can’t deny. I no longer wonder what is wrong with me. Why I am aroused by pain and suffering. Why do I long to feel the ripped and torn flesh on her mangled body. Why do these horrific sights that should cause me to turn away turn me on so much. I no longer deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in me. Instead I embrace my desire to live out these fantasies that have already damned me to hell. If you dare not speak it, then write it. Don’t keep it locked inside any longer, meet me in a text session and live what you dare not speak. Close your eyes and feel the blood on your hands as we share our dark fantasies.
Tag: Violent Phone Sex
Do Not Fear The Desire
Toothless
My eyes flicker open, all I can see is the bright light above me.
My head is pounding and my right eye is swollen.
I try to sit up but I realize I am strapped down.
I’m laying on some thing cold and smooth.
I tap my nails on it to try and make a sound but pain shot through my fingers.
That is when I start to remember where I am.
My finger nails are gone, just bloody fingers now.
Someone leans over my face, but I can not see their face.
All I can see is the out line of their body.. They dim down the bright light as they lean in closer.
I know those eyes..
It’s almost as if the person is smiling under their face mask.
They are dressed as a scrubbed up surgeon.
I go to move my lips and ask them what they want.
But my mouth is pride open.
My mouth is so dry.
My tongue is stuck to gums.
I try to move it to my teeth…
I have no teeth..
WHAT HAPPENED?!
Then I started to hear screaming.
I start to panic and I try to move.. That is when the table starts to move…
Its like I am in a standing position but I’m still strapped to the table..
Then I see the tv..
Its me screaming as that person is ripping out each tooth one by one…
I pass out from pain.. All I could do was just watch this happen to me.
I feel something warm dripping off my toes. I look down.. I am covered in blood…
Who’s blood is this?! WHO’S BLOOD?!!!!!!!!!
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.
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.
The Worms Crawl In……
I love Halloween. I can be evil and demented and people, especially the little ones think it is all fake and just a good trick. I always have the scariest shit in my yard for my little visitors. They always ask how I make it look so real and my answer every year is “How do you know it isn’t real?” They laugh and walk away and my cunt gets wetter as the night goes on, This year I have been preparing for the biggest, nastiest, thrill yet. He has been in my basement for going on a month now. I started by cutting his flesh and allowing the wound to fester. With the open sore becoming more infected by the day I finally added my little minions, a handful of flesh eating maggots. It didn’t take long for them to devour the rotting flesh of the wound and begin to move up the leg to fresh, delicious, tasty flesh. It’s OK I never waist food I could eat myself. He was a homeless bum from tent city by the tracks. An alcoholic that came willingly with me for the cheap booze I bought him. I never eat anything but healthy flesh. He is perfect however for my Halloween decorations. When he begins to moan I simply give him more cheap booze and he gets drunk and passes out while my little maggots do their job. My cunt has enjoyed many good orgasms as I have watched the maggots devour his flesh. By the time Halloween rolls around more then half his leg will be crawling maggots and bone. I will drug him so he looks like a prop and I will lay him in the yard by the front gate. Everyone that comes to my door will have to pass him. They will stop and stare and be amazed that I did it again. The worms crawl in…the worms crawl out and by the time I am done they will be through his stomach and out his mouth…..sinful perfection!
Off to the Woods we Go!
I’ve only been camping a few times, only once going completely alone when I was confident enough to be out there all by myself. I guess that wasn’t the best idea of mine, but it did benefit everyone involved.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside of my tent, having been alone, or so I thought, I’d been sleeping naked, and just pulled my sleeping bag a little tighter around my chest, trying to keep quiet. A lights came on, I could see it past the thin material, and whoever was outside knew I was there now. The tent unzipped, so fast, and the light, right in my eyes, it was blinding.
All I remember really was the feeling of a gloved hand dragging me out of that tiny tent, pressing me to the grass, and then that feeling of hot flesh pressed right up against my slit, shoving inside of me, filling me up oh so sweetly. My cunny was quivering as he just rammed himself inside of me, before I knew it, that same cock was down my throat, I nearly gagged it was so big.
I screamed, and fought him a little, but it felt too good, I didn’t really want him to stop.
Every one of my tight little holes was fucked good and hard, even right now, just thinking about it is making my little pussy so slick.
By the end of that night, I was covered in a stranger’s cum, and mine. I’m almost upset that he never asked for my number.
I think I’ll start going camping more often.
My boyfriend is a corpse.
My boyfriend decided to attempt to stand up to him, even though I begged him not to. I told him to just leave me alone and forget about me because I never wanted this to involve anyone else. I was hoping that tonight when I came home everything would be fine. Obviously it wasn’t and will never be again.
He wants to destroy me, I swear. He’ll take everything away and break me down until I’m nothing. His cock will get hard watching me suffer, he’ll laugh at my pain and he won’t stop even when I’m broken, crying at his feet.
I could see the blood the instant I opened the door. I could smell it before that, I was just clinging to the hope that it wasn’t real. My boyfriend was dead, on my floor, and he was playing in his blood. He had this huge twisted smile on his face. I just froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t feel anything. He was laughing, standing there with his twitching evil dick, covered in head to toe in my boyfriend’s blood. He demanded I take my clothes off and join him, I was too afraid to say no.
He pushed me on my knees in the pool of blood while he rubbed his bloody cock all over my face. Then, he forced it into my mouth. I started to cry uncontrollably, he slapped my face firmly with his hand when I was getting too loud. The blood filled my mouth with a metallic flavor, I just had to try not think about it or where it came from. I had to be a brave girl. Finally, he pulled his cock out for a few moments. He decided I didn’t have enough blood covering my body so he used his hands to collect and smear it until I was covered.
I was told afterward to get on top of my boyfriend’s corpse and fuck it. Rigor mortis had set in so his body was bloated and stiff and so was his cock. I cried and screamed, but he just pushed me down onto my boyfriend’s cold dead dick. Again, I froze. I couldn’t thrust or grind on my boyfriend like we did before. It was too sick and I was too afraid. So he put his cock back into my mouth again, causing me to move slightly against my boyfriend’s cock. He fucked my throat harder and harder, causing me to move more and to feel things I shouldn’t. My pussy wasn’t just wet with blood anymore.
I felt so disgusted with myself. I wanted to die, I wanted him to kill me. He just kept thrusting in and out of mouth with the same fucked up grin on his face. He made sure I came more than once before he finally pulled his hard red bloody cock out to shoot cum all over my boyfriend’s pale face
I was still hoping that he would keep going, that he would kill me. All he did was push me down into the puddle of blood and order me to clean the mess up.
Fucking Monsters
At some point in your life you were afraid of monsters, or still are..
I have a new fear..
He is a monster.
With the new viruses going around master made me get sick.
He works in the morgue at the hospital in town, which means he has access to all the viruses that normally kill people.
What ever he gave me made me sick, very sick.
The combination of viruses has turned my body into a living corps.
I can’t stop him from moving me, I can not squirm away from his touch.
I can’t move but I can feel every ounce of pain…
He can bend and mold my body to anything he wants as he fucks me.
Tonight he had his spiked cock sleeve on and he slammed it into my ass
I could feel each spike digging into my asshole and ripping it apart as he pushed back and forth into my body..
I can’t scream..
I can’t even cry..
What has he done to me…
What is he doing to me?
Finally he pulled his bloody cock out and come around to my face and sticks his bloody cock that has pieces of my skin hanging off of it into my mouth.
I suddenly get this urge for more..
More blood.
More flesh.
I start to bite down, but I can’t feel my jaw close..
What ever is happening to my body I have turned into a monster just like him… but I have a thirst for blood now…
Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How Do You Wanna Be Butchered?
October is my favorite month. Why? Because freaks like me blend in with the natives. During the month of horror and terror, knife wielding psychotics like me are actually celebrated. Knives, hooks, scissors, axes, metal fingers….. are all thought cool. See silly people think Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhes and Freddy Krueger aren’t real. But there are knife loving socio paths like me whose heroes come straight off the celluloid screen. Every day in October, I butcher someone in the fashion of one of my idols. I have never been caught. Variety and seemingly random victims are the keys to not being caught.
How would you like to be butchered?
By a psychopathic wooden puppet named Blade with a knife? By a sweet camper girl named Angela, wielding a big ole butcher knife? Victor Crowley style with a hatchet? Vengeful fisherman style with a rusty old hook? Or maybe you prefer your hook Candyman style with the added benefit of a swarm of bees to sting you to death? Then there are your garden variety crazed killers fond of basic kitchen cutlery like Ghostface , Jack Torrence, Chucky, Dexter or Patrick Bateman? Lizzy Borden style with 50 whacks? Jason style with a menacing machete? Maybe you have mommy issues and would like to be butchered Norman Bates style? Freddy Krueger style with sharp metal fingers? Hell, I will even go all Fatal Attraction on your ass and kill you and your bunny. My favorite way to butcher is Michael Myers style. Big fucking sharp knife, cold dark stare, never say a word. Just butcher you and move on to the next victim.The possibilities are endless when you have a knife loving serial killer groupie like me. My only MO is that I use a sharp instrument. I love slicing, cutting and mutilating flesh. Such a turn on to watch a worthless POS bleed. I can imitate any one of my many knife wielding idols.
Indeed October is my favorite month. Tomorrow the games begin. Maybe you will survive, maybe you won’t. But you will bleed, a lot.
A New Hunt
I love the thrill of the hunt. Hunting humans is so exhilarating. I have taken up a new weapon of late. The boomerang. I bought a lovely set of metal boomerangs and took them to my sharpening wheel. They now have razor sharp edges that will slice into flesh beautifully. However I need to get some target practice in and what better to practice on then naked, scared humans?
I had a dear friend build me a plat form that is a replica of the stairs from The Munsters. He did a wonderful job. There is where I will stand so that I can see my prey as they run in an effort to escape my flying blade. I have an assortment of several different drugs that I am going to coat my weapons in so that in the event that I hit my target with anything less then a fatal connection, the adrenalin pumping through their veins will distribute the drug quickly into the blood stream and they will not be able to escape. I have several specimen of prey that I will release one at a time from the base of my perch.
They will have to the count of ten to run as far as they can. I have encouraged them to run in a serpentine pattern to give me a challenge. In the event that I miss, and I certainly will as I have not mastered the skill of throwing my new toy, my prey will be captured and returned for another run, The rules have been made clear and the game is about to begin. Standing on the stairs looking out my heart is pumping, my cunt is wet and I am armed and ready. Watching the first of my prey run as I loudly count to ten the anticipation of the first throw and possibly the first kill is overwhelming. This is the first of many days of target practice until my aim is flawless and I can hit my target each and every time with the percussion and accuracy of a marksman, or woman as it were.