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Lights Out

When I heard the local bar was having a Bad Girls contest I knew I had to get in on that shit.
To be able to kick some ass and get paid… hell yeah I was down like four flats on a Cadillac.
I got out my boxing gloves and started sparing with every one in our club house to get ready.
You should have seen me on the big night.
Not one of those bitches could touch me.
The first bitch got a busted eye when I knocked her ass right the fuck out. Blood flying every where. My adrenalin pumping while I came in my boxing shorts and screamed for her to get her fucking ass up.T.K.O. number one.
Now I had to wait for the next one. She was so fucking easy I knocked two of her teeth out with a right hook in less then 3 minutes.
T.K.O. number two.
The last one was the most challenging. Her ass lasted four rounds. That bitch had the art of the bob and weave down to a science. I couldn’t stick her for the life of me. And then finally I got her. One good upper cut and it was lights out!
I put on one hell of a show and earned my fifteen hundred bucks for the night.
There is nothing like a topless boxing match to see who is the baddest bitch in town.
And the bonus….well all the guys that were there to watch wanted to fuck this bad bitch with her perky tits and killer upper cut.
It was a fucking win-win all the way around!

Only Dreaming

Your the one I’m dreaming of in such a special way. All the things I want to do and all of them to you. I want to cut you up and bleed your heart all over my cutting room floor. I want to taste your heart and bathe in your blood just to get myself off. Your pleading eyes beg of me to take you from this world. Your wishes are my command when I am the one in charge. I want to taste you and masturbate you in that special way.

Isn’t it so sweet to taste the life seeping out of a loved one? That sweet devotion as you sacrifice their biological body to your goddess. The thick sweet blood of the sacrificial goatman as he lay upon your altar. The dream so vivid it awakes me. I crave the bloodiest piece of meat to subside my desire. The desire of another sacrificial lamb of a young sweet darling. That succulent flesh as I part my lips to take a taste. That innocence that makes her flesh a simple delicacy. 

Awakening from a dream of a dream of cannibalistic necrophilia with a tannic taste in my mouth. Where are you? I need you here to help me fulfil this desire the very desire I know you share. It’s Friday night and as midnight strikes we will be engorged on virginal flesh and blood. We will be satisfied with our climaxes from the most absurd dream.

 

Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra and Sin: The Price of Beauty

I usually only have male masters. Sin, is the exception. She is a beautiful hot dominant bitch. I can’t help but give in to Sin.  I met her years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female domme there. The rest of us girls were just subbie bitches there to be used and abused by the male patrons. She took a liking to me. I think because I am quite beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am no stuck up bitch. I know my place. Sin called me last weekend as she wanted me to check out this new female centered S and M club. I was not Sin’s date for the evening; I was her pet.

I wore a diamond encrusted dog collar and crawled into the club on all fours like the dog I am. If I pulled or crawled at a pace too fast for Sin, she took her riding crop to my exposed ass. The club was packed. Lots of beautiful dominant goth goddesses with pretty little subbie pets like me. Sin took me into a private VIP room. The room looked far more inviting than what was about to happen to me. Purple and black crushed velvet disguised the torture room. Sin had me get up on this table and she tied me spread eagle. I was gagged and my hands and feet exposed.

Sin informed me that in medieval times, pretty, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with this archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture devices. I saw sharp sewers, hot oil and sulfur, pliers and a host of sharp objects. I was scared. Sin was a dominant bitch, but I was about to meet her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped the sewers in the hot sulfur and slide them under my toes and fingernails. The hot sulfur not only loosened the nail from my flesh, it scaled my flesh. My screams had to pierce her ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. I thought I was a pain slut until this moment. Nothing in my S and M world, prepared me for the pain of denailing.

Once my finger and toenails were pliable from the hot sulfur and oil, Sin used the pliers to rip the nails from their root, leaving me with bloody stumps. The pain was unlike anything I had felt before; so excruciating that I passed out a few times. The entire time Sin was denailing my once pretty extremities, she smiled. It was as if she was creating a work of art, her masterpiece to be proud of.  Even the air hurt as it touched my exposed fingers and toes. Every tear, every wince, every scream, brought a smile to Sin’s face.

I learned a valuable, painful lesson that night. Never try to be prettier than your Master. My vanity, my pride, my beauty, paid a high price for that lesson. But I will never make that mistake again.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I Need a Master

Never judge a book by its cover. My cover suggests that I am a dominate spoiled bitch. Look at me. I am a blonde goddess.  Tall, busty, sensual, confidant in my skin…. But if you turn the pages of my book, you discover that looks are deceiving. I am a total submissive whore. Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy first forced his cock in my tiny holes, I knew that I was a submissive bitch.  I don’t date men, I belong to them.  I have masters, not lovers. I’m controlled, not controlling. I am used, not pampered. I’m dominated not dominant. I need a collar, not a ring. I get beaten not hugged. I deserve pain, not pleasure. I’m humiliated not praised. I’m hated, not loved. I get kicked, not kissed. I receive torture not gifts. I belong in a cage not a pedestal.  I’m insulted not complimented.  I don’t speak, I obey.

Hit me. Violate me. Cut me. Burn me. Bruise me. Hang me. Mutilate me. Fist me. Scar me. Degrade me. Suspend me. Bury me. Gag me. Electrocute me. Smother me. Drown me. Choke me. Suffocate me. Fillet me. Shock me. Spank me. Abuse me. Flog me. Kidnap me. Hunt me. Own me. Eat me. Bite me. Stab me. Deny me. Tease me. Punch me. Shoot me. Shove me. Piss on me. Push me. Hurt me. Kill me. Just don’t love me. I am worthy of hate, not love. I’m a whore, not a goddess.

I need a strong Master. Is that you?

Tied Up Today

My doorbell rang and when I answered, there was nothing but a vase of flowers and a note. The note said to meet you at an address I had never heard of. I know you have been watching me for some time now, but this is the first communication you have really made, other than the late night phone calls where you say nothing.  I decided to go, even though my gut was telling me I shouldn’t. But I had to know who you were and what was going on, and the flowers seemed nice, so I went.

The address was an old run down building, but I wasn;t scared because it was daylight, so I got out of my car and tried to find an open door. The back door was cracked, so I went inside. It was musty and no electricity seemed to be on. I called out, “hello?” and no one answered. The hair on the back of my neck stoof up, and I somehow knew you were there. Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and your arm around my neck. I astarted kicking, but was unable to scream. Thats all I remember until waking up just now, tied up, with you standing above me.

You are not what I expected, and even though I am scared, my pussy begins to throb because I know exactly what you want to do to me. I can see your hard cock through your jeans and my clothes have already been ripped. Had you already done things to me while I was passed out? I had no idea, but it felt that way. Now that I was awake, you grabbed me by the hair and shoved your cock in my mouth and told me to suck it. I did as I was told, terrified, but secretly loving how hard you were.

Then you threw me over on my side, and the way I was tied I couldn’t even move or try to stop you. You began slapping my ass so hard that it felt like I was bleeding. You spanked my tight ass for at least 20 minutes before shoving your cock deep inside my dripping wet cunt. You told me what a stupid whore I was for coming today, and I knew you were right.  I tried to tell you I wouldn’t tell anyone if you let me go, but you weren’t listening. The way you were fucking me, I know you have no intention of ever letting me go….

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Never Take a Ride from a Stranger

It was a gorgeous day for once. So, I decided to take a drive in the country. Well, my car broke down. I was out in the middle of nowhere. I had no money with me and my fucking cell was out of signal. I started walking when a man in a jeep came along that rural road. He saw my car a ways back and put two and two together. Now, I normally don’t take rides from strangers. I know the dangers but it was getting dark and I was miles from civilization. I hopped in his jeep. I mean he didn’t look like a serial killer or anything. Looks can be deceiving.

The moment I got in I knew something was off. I just felt it. I tried to jump from the jeep, but he grabbed me by the hair and snapped me back and smashed my face so hard against the dash board I lost consciousness. I woke up naked, hog tied and strapped to the hood of his jeep like a dead deer. Now, I like bondage phone sex, but this was real and I was in Deliverance country, so anything could happen. He thought he was 4 wheeling with all the bumps he hit. I wanted to puke. He drove me to some cabin in the woods. Dragged me in by my hair like a dead animal. He strung me up and put a gag in my mouth that had spikes. Hurt like hell, and pinned my tongue in such a way that I could not move it without risk of slicing it. He wanted me quiet.

He tied me to a rack and brought out this huge fucking machine. I love those things, but not like this. He was planning on using this thing against my wishes. I was strapped down so I could not move. I felt paralyzed. He starting ramming that thing in my cunt at warp speed. Seriously, I was convulsing from the over stimulation. It was not pleasurable at that speed, for that length of time. He sat in a corner in his sex dungeon of a basement and jacked off watching me suffer. Tears running down my cheeks, pissing myself; shaking uncontrollable. This all turned him on. I was drenched in sweat, piss, cum, tears… He was still jacking off; enjoying my pain, my discomfort.

After what seemed forever, he cut me down and removed my gag. I was too drained to scream or fight him. He carried me upstairs, dumped me on his bed and tied me to each corner. I asked him what his plans were for me. He just said, “Stupid bitch. Don’t you know to never take rides from strangers.” He gave me an evil smile and left the room. He didn’t return until the morning. I had pissed the bed. I smelled awful. I looked even worse. Then he untied me, fucked me, and dumped me outside naked and filled with cum to find my way back home. Said he knew where I lived and I better never speak of this again if I valued my life. What he didn’t realize was that I don’t value my life.

Do you like bondage phone sex? Perhaps have rape phone sex fantasies? Well, I am a good subby bitch. Use me as you see fit.

Drug Dealers Revenge, Step Mom’s Nightmare

I was home today cooking a special meal for my step sons. They were both coming over tonight.  I had it all planned out. A nice hardy meal followed by some hardy fucking with my two favorite boys. As I was pulling the pot roast out of the oven, the dog started barking wildly. I went into the living room to see what the ruckus was and was startled to see two men not my stepsons in my house. I screamed, “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” One lunged at me and threw me down hard on the floor while the other one tied me up and initially shoved his cock in my mouth to shut me up. They were asking for my sons. I lied and said I hadn’t seen them in days and didn’t know when I would.  Apparently my boys are selling drugs on campus and they owe these guys thousands of dollars. I tried to settle their drug debt. I explained my husband was a very wealthy man; that whatever is owed them, I would make good.  They looked at me like I was crazy for offering them money. One replied, “Bitch we don’t want your money. We will get the money from your sons. We want you.”  The other one said, “Payback is a bitch and if they gonna steal our drugs, we gonna fuck their precious mommy.” I tried to struggle, to no avail. They over powered me and dragged me into the kitchen. They threw me up on the butcher block table and began torturing my fuck holes with kitchen utensils. I was crying and pleading for mercy, but they just kept forcing their cocks and whatever instrument they could find into my pussy and ass. This was not at all the scenario I had planned for the afternoon.

It seemed like days that they were using me. Just when I thought it was over, one of them grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the block. He threw me to the ground, forced me on my knees and shoved his cock down my throat. At one point both their cocks were in my throat, making me gag. They had put cocaine on their dicks too, so my mouth was numb. They came all over my face, then slapped me hard  and called me bitch and whore and slut. They forced me to snort coke off their cocks until I was so high I was begging them for more abuse. They informed me I belonged to them and they would continue to use me how they saw fit until the fucktards  I call my step sons had paid back every penny they owed and more.  They took pictures too so my sons could see what happens when they buy drugs but neglect to pay for them.

I can’t believe my step sons never arrived for dinner. I laid there, on the kitchen floor, high and covered in cum. Beaten and tortured hoping my step sons would rescue me. They never showed up. Did they know what was happening today?  Did they use me to settle their drug debt? I think I was just  part of a drug deal gone wrong. At least horribly wrong for me….

It’s a Boy!

I haven’t gone to a baby shower since my sister was pregnant with my niece. It was TORTURE. All of these fat lonely bitches playing baby games, eating baby food, and guessing what chocolate is in the diaper made me sick (yuck!). I couldn’t believe they weren’t turning up and having a blast. Where were the male strippers? Where are the dildos? After all, this is the final stretch of having your twat the normal size before a big headed baby comes out of it! That dreadful experience made me determined to spice up the next baby shower I went to. Instead of a regular baby shower I wanted to make this a pity shower. Women have to bear little ones and withstand hours of pain. So, I wanted to make a man feel the same pain. My girlfriend Caroline is having a baby soon and is having a terrible pregnancy. She said her man is never there to rub her feet, help her get up, or home in general and that made me sick to my stomach. I told her that I got something for his bitch ass! At her baby shower I planned out he perfect humiliation to teach him a lesson. First, I was going to make him a special baby shower hat to wear as a strip him of all his clothes. Then I’m going to bond him ass up so that he can’t wiggle or escape anywhere. As the sweat trickles down the crack of his ass I’m going to ram my cock in his ass and make a “baby” with his tight virgin asshole. Then after I shoot my load and impregnate him I’m going to torture him in ways he’s never felt before. This is to signify the torture women go through carrying those little bundles of brat.  When that’s over the fun part begins. I’m going to ram a whole baby doll up his ass until I see blood drip from his shithole. He better hold that shit in for at least 5 minutes as we laugh and take pictures for the photo album. When he’s “full term” I will yell “PUSH” and watch him struggle to get that baby out. By the time the head crowns he will be drenched in sweat and ready to give up. I refuse to help and ram my cock in his mouth as I force him to push out the rest of his baby. After the baby came Caroline was glowing! She said her hubby has never been this helpful and that she couldn’t thank me enough. No need to thank me though. Sometimes all it takes it to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.

Punishment

He brought her to us for her indiscretions. She should not have cheated on him. One thing is for sure she will never do it again. We strapped her to the pool table, naked and crying. Smacking her in the face with the hard pool balls, knocking out teeth and disfiguring her pretty little features while fucking her ass and pussy with the pool sticks. He stood by and watched while we tortured her endlessly. Calm and collected with a satisfied smile on his face. His instructions were clear, torture her before snuffing her. Finally we invite him to ram his cock in her mouth, now bloody and toothless. The last thing she saw was his dick. The last thing she felt was it ramming down her throat as I sliced her neck opened from ear to ear just before he shot his load as the head of his dick peeked out of the gaping wound.

Say Goodbye

There is nothing like a good old fashioned rivalry to keep things interesting. Until it gets old and then it is time to eliminate that rivalry and find a more challenging one.
They were a challenge for a while and then they got predictable so I had to figure out a fitting ending for them and a fitting ending is just what they got.
It took me several days to dig the hole. It had to be deep enough. The sides had to be smooth and eliminate the possibility of them climbing out. It had to be secluded so that no one would find them or hear them calling for help.
It was all of the above.
When the time was right I grabbed them both and took them to the last place on earth they would ever see.
I tossed them in and acted like I was leaving. Sitting out of view I listened to them talking, trying to plan an escape. Of course there was none.
I masturbated with delight knowing they would become more afraid and more desperate as time passed.
I got a great nights sleep thinking about them alone in the woods in that hole, cold, hungry and thirsty.
When I showed up the next morning I was not disappointed and they were begging to be let go.
Laughing I left them there again.
By night fall when I came back for a visit the desperation had built to despair and I sat fucking myself with delight before leaving for another great nights sleep.
In the morning I found them broken and completely defeated. I let them know I wouldn’t be back for several days and that if they wanted to survive the only thing they had to eat and drink were each other.
The next few days I was so giddy it was sickening. Thinking about what they were doing and if they had finally given in yet.
When I finally returned I was not disappointed.
The best way to eliminate a rival is to have them eliminate themselves.

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