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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….

Run? I Think Not……

I can’t help reveling in the glory of his pain. Re-living every minute of it while I fuck myself and enjoy the feelings of pure pleasure that remembering brings me. My cunt comes alive and the sensations are warm and wet running through my veins like fire. I can’t keep the moans from cumming. I can’t stop running my hands over my body. I can’t keep the cum from flowing down my legs and puddling on the sheets below me. I can see the look of terror on his face when he realized that running from me was not going to work. His eyes wide knowing he was bested by a chick. Holding him down at knife point and looking into his eyes just made my blood boil. He really thought he could get away! Out of the corner of my eye I saw a led pipe. Picking it up and raising it high in the air, I brought it down, full force right across his ankle. The sound of the bone breaking started the orgasm deep in my belly. Seeing the bone pop through his skin and hearing his agonizing scream, brought my orgasm full circle, pouring out of my cunt. I beat him with that pipe until he was unrecognizable. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat and blood and cum. My heart pounding, my breathing so heavy that I could hardly catch a breath. I left his ass there in that alley. Freshly showered and in my room I continue to cum and fuck myself, remembering the sights and sounds and how it felt.

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….

The Afterglow

I love it when my girl and I get together to kick some proverbial ass, Inevitably we end up sweating and covered in blood and horny as fucking hell from the rush of fucking some poor bitch slam the fuck up. The best part is going home and showering together. Washing every inch of each others body, licking every inch of each others body. Then falling together in each others arms and fucking hard and rough to release the adrenalin that we didn’t use while fighting. We always end up satiated and happy with enough cum dripping out of our pussies to satisfy any thirst we may have had. As we bask in the after glow we reminisce about each and every moment of the fight and work ourselves into another frenzy, which we happily satisfy all over again!

Submissive Phone Sex: Payback in Pussy and Ass

Submissive phone sex is what I know best. It is just not in my nature to be dominating; especially in my life outside of this job. Today was my day off so I left early this morning to do some errands. Well, I didn’t get far before my truck broke down. Even in my jeans and very little make-up I think I am attractive, but I was having trouble flagging anyone down to help. Mostly women out and about and guess they didn’t want to help a sister. Finally, this hot dude pulled over and asked to help. He was super nice. Popped the hood, told me I had cracked my serpentine belt and car would not run without it. I had no clue what that was, but guess it is important for a drivable car. He said he could take me to Auto Zone to get one and bring me back and put it on for me as any car place would charge me like $100 to do it. So, we drove to Auto Zone and got what I needed, but to my embarrassment, my credit card declined and I had no cash on me. My handsome stranger bought the belt and said I could pay him back later. We drove back to my car, and within a matter of a few minutes he had the belt on and my car working. When I asked for his address so I could reimburse him, he said that would not be necessary, I could work off my debt immediately. At first I was perplexed at to what he was suggesting, but then he grabbed one of my tits pretty hard and forced my hand on his throbbing cock.

We were in a parking lot; I was nervous and informed him, I always pay my debts however I can, but was there a more private place to go? He said he lived in the apartment complex across the street and I better follow him. Of course I did; I do as I am told, always. And I did need to repay him for his kindness. We got into the foyer of his apartment and he got pretty gruff with me. He ripped my red top right off and started man handling my titties. He ordered me to take my jeans off so he could see my sweet cunt. I was standing in front of him, in my bra and panties, both scared and turned on. I mean he was HOT and he did do me a solid. If he wanted payback in pussy and ass, who was I to say no? He pushed me against the wall and shoved his fingers inside me roughly. Before I realized it, he had his fist in me, fucking me like a dirty little whore. He kept telling me all I was good for was being his cum dump. When he was done stretching out my cunt, he ordered me to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed and shoved his cock down my throat until my eyes were watering and I was choking on cum He then made me ride his cock when he got hard again. And he didn’t want to fuck my pussy, but my ass. He used no lube; didn’t even spit on my asshole. Just forced me down on it and started fucking my ass hard and grabbing my boobs. Not going to lie, being his bitch was a total turn on. He seemed to just know I was a subby whore there for his pleasure. But dangit, my holes hurt. He really used me good. Both my pussy and ass were gaping open and sore. My tits had handprints on them. I asked if I could shower before leaving, and he slapped me, telling me not to take advantage of his generosity. He added that things like taking a shower or spending the night were girlfriend privileges, not cheap whore rights. He was correct. I am just a fuck toy; just a bitch; just a whore; just a cheap cunt; just a bunch of holes.

I have no rights. And the only privilege I got is the privilege to service men. How can I service you tonight?

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.

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