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Cum Home Soon

I’ve been here all day waiting for you. You haven’t fed me for days and my hunger pains are the only thing letting me know I am still really alive. The rest of my body aches when I move from all the torture you inflicted on me last night. The needles in my nipples and pussy are gone, but the pain is sore and sharp even after you removed them. You showed no mercy when you whipped me, and since I am chained here, I have no escape.

But for some reason I long to see you. I can’t wait for you to come back through that door. The thought of your black eyes glaring at me, and wanting to hurt me again, make my tiny little battered pussy begin to throb. I need everything you give me. The fresh cuts from your blade make my ears ring in pleasure. There is no other way to get what this little pain whore needs – and you are the Master of pain.


I can’t let you know that I secretly want it. I know you would lose interest and go find another worthless slut like me. I can’t lose you like that. You are my addiction and without your heavy hands forcing my tiny body into your painful fantasies, I am nothing. I need to feel your hatred and I want to see your cock rise when you hear me screaming. I want to watch you cum from my terror. I am your little pain whore, and I crave your anger. I don’t deserve the rush I get, and yet you continue to abuse me. Hurry home, Master, I am scared and wet and hungry…

New Girl

I woke up to loud thumps coming down the stairs. It sounded like something huge and metal was being dragged down to the basement. I knew the sound, as I had experienced it before. You had a new slave and she was being delivered. I tried to sit up to watch the unloading, my heart racing, wondering how long she had been inside the safe. You hate dealing with their screaming when they first arrive – so they get locked away in a safe. Memories of my time in the box came rushing back to me. It had to have been days, but it felt like years.


I was locked inside by some stranger who had grabbed me, and left there – cramped and starving. By the time the box was opened I was barely alive and nearly blind as the dingy basement lights tried to make my eyes focus. I remember being terrified but so thirsty that I couldn’t scream. That was of course your plan all along. To break us before you even let us out of the safe. To mind fuck us so intensely, leaving us for days to accept that we had been left to die – only to then let us out into our new living hell in the basement.
I watched as you unlocked the lock and swung open the door. Her naked body climbed out, weak but alive. She was bound and blindfolded, but like me, didn’t make a sound. She was already broken. You guided her to the table to introduce her to a new kind of pain. As the feeling came back into her limbs, from being cramped so long, you cut them and burned them and her body just seized on the table from the stimulation. I remember those first cuts and burns and my pussy came uncontrollably.


She has been added to your collection of whores. We are here for you to experiment all your sexual desires on. I continued to watch her be tortured with the knives, still blindfolded. I knew she had no idea the future pain she will have to endure, and in fact grow to crave like a sick addiction. I felt myself drooling at the site of the blades cutting her fresh skin. I wanted another turn under your cruel hands. I needed to be touched, even if it only brings agony. I was jealous of this new whore. I wanted to go back to the day that I had first come out of the box….

Neighbor Girl

I should have known that you were too eager to hire me to house sit while you were out of town. My folks told me that you were leaving town for three weeks and I could make a hundred bucks just by bringing in your mail and watering your plants once a day. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept the offer, so I said okay. I met you at your place to get the key and just the way you were looking at me gave me the creeps. You didn’t have any qualms about looking me up and down, and brushing my hand a little too long when handing me the key.

The next day, when you had supposedly left for your trip, I headed over to water the plants. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I had the weirdest feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck was standing on end. I kept telling myself I was being silly, but I didn’t feel like I was alone. I went to the kitchen to fill up the pitcher, and i could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I stopped to listen, but heard nothing else. I made my way back into the living room to the plants and began to water them.

Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and wrestled me to the floor. You had never left – it was all a ruse to get me here alone. You overpowered me and there was nothing I could do. You kept saying things like this is what I get for walking around the neighborhood like a little tramp and that you were going to show me what happens to dirty cum whores like me. Before I knew it, you had me hog-tied and gagged on your couch and were jerking off above me.

The things you were saying told me that you had been watching me for a long time. You had finally decided to make a move and I knew instinctively that you were going to hurt me. What scared me even more was that you never once mentioned me not telling anyone. I began to wonder if you were going to snuff me out. You began running your hands all over my naked body, and I cringed at your perverse touch. Your skin felt so rough against mine and your cock was dripping with cum as if it were drooling.

You knew my parents wouldn;t be looking for me, and that you had all afternoon to ravage my body. You did just that. You put your hard cock in all of my holes and never stopped berating me with your words. After hours of being fucked brutally and told what a little teasing whore I was, I began to believe it and my pussy responded by cumming all over your hard cock. Who knew that you, the neighbor who always gave me the creeps, would be the best fuck I ever had?

Making You Angry

I set up my camera like you asked me to. You said you wanted to see me doing something private, something real. Your addiction to watching girls has gotten stronger and you need something new to get your cock hard. You want to just watch and imagine the horrible torture you would inflict on me. You want to see me exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to make you a video you could stroke your cock too. Something that would make you enraged with frustration about not being able to grab me and hurt me while you watch it.

Your sickness has brought you this bath time video. I tease the camera with my tiny body. Bones you could crush with one strong grip. My skin exposed, the scars nearly invisible in the bathroom light glare. But we know they are there. You watch the video, your cock throbbing, wanting to reach through the screen and hurt me. Make me bleed. I smile at the camera, knowing it will infuriate you. I will pay dearly for that wry smile, but in the moment I forget myself.

I take my panties down showing my tiny ass right in front of the lens. I can only imagine your anger at my teasing. Your inability to control your rage and your need to abuse my body because I deserve it. The only thing between myself and a certain death is the camera. You can only watch, and wait. wait until you see me again and punish me for teasing you. Punish me for giving you exactly what you want. But I know you’ve been going through girls too fast. You can’t control your blood lust, and if you don’t slow down you will get caught.

So I have become your fantasy. Your girl on film. The one you want to kill, but can’t. The one you jerk your hard cock to, but don’t crush in your fits of rage. This video will keep me alive for another day. maybe longer. Are you mad? Is your blood boiling as you watch me enjoy the warm water surround me? Do you imagine pushing my head under the water and holding it there until I stop fighting? It wouldn’t take much. But you can’t do anything but watch. Murder on your mind, and your cock in your hand. I am going to close my eyes and enjoy my bath.

Waiting for You

I had seen you scoping out my neighborhood lately, and you didn’t know I had been watching. I knew you were looking for just the right place to rob when people left home to go party it up. I saw you sitting in your car jerking off while you watched and waited for the right time to come. I decided to leave my lights out for days and laid inside my room rubbing my pussy, hoping you would notice my house, and think that no one was home. I wanted you to choose my place, thinking you would come in to an empty place.

Finally last night I heard you toying with my back window in the kitchen. I crept into the kitchen and sat on the floor in the dark, waiting for you to come through the window. My pussy was aching in hopes that you would have a knife or a gun, just in case. I watched as your shadow came over the window sill. I could hear you breathing heavily, and I began rubbing my pussy in the dark. You paused, and briefly flicked on your flashlight. You spotted me immediately, but rather than seem alarmed, you seemed calm.

You turned the flashlight out and came towards me. As you got closer I could see you better, with the help from streetlights outside. You looked down at me and saw me rubbing my wet cunt. Without a word, you unzipped your jeans and pulled out your cock. You grabbed me so hard by my hair that I yelped, and shoved my mouth down onto your cock. You knew what a deviant little whore I had been, tricking you into picking my house. Into picking me.

You fucked my face and then threw me to the floor, putting your foot on my throat so I couldn’t move. You jerked your cock over me until you came all over my pathetic body. Then you knelt down and said in a very low voice that you would be back to take me any time you wanted. You showed me the blade of a knife, and told me that if I so much as turned on a light that I wouldn’t survive our next encounter. So here I stay, alone, waiting for you to come back. The doors are unlocked, and I rub myself raw thinking about what would happen if I turned on a light…. 

Nightmares

I knew you were out hunting again. Its the season for you to find all the girls shopping at the mall. I saw you grab your mask and chills ran through me, remembering last year when you first took me. You wore the same mask. It wasn’t as blood stained as it is today, but I know it is the same one. Seeing you wear it brings back that first day of torture and pain that changed my life forever. I saw you leave and I lay in my cell daydreaming about what your new slave will go through today.

By the time you chose me last year, you had already killed three girls. I remembered seeing their bodies in your van when you tied me up in the back. I knew you had killed them from rage, and so I decided not to try to fight you. I remember begging for my life and only being able to see your twisted eyes through your mask. Staring back at me and deciding to spare me. I thought I would be let go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I became a permanent prisoner in your basement, and looking back I wish I wouldn’t have begged for my life. I wish I would have tried to fight, as I know you would have ended my life that day, just like the others.

You love to hear us beg. Thats what gets your cock so hard. The crying and pleading and promises that we will do anything. Just to live. Not knowing how big of a mistake it is. I knew you at the mall right now. I wondered how many girls would try to fight you off. I wondered how many of them would trigger your bloody rage and be hacked to pieces before you even fuck them. Inside I am screaming and I want to warn them. I want to tell them to fight, and end the nightmare for themselves today. I want to tell them not to cry or beg, because those are the ones that will end up here. In a forever hell of torture and sadistic sex at the hands of a monster.

That mask. It brings back so many memories. The first time you fucked me you were wearing it. I still foolishly thought I would be let go, so I let you do it. I begged you not to hurt me. Blood from the girls you murdered dripped off the mask while you pumped my pussy full of your evil cum. Then you took the mask off and I saw the horror underneath it. I screamed and screamed while you mutilated my body for days. The mask hanging on the wall as if it were watching from its empty eye holes. I knew that mask would be the last thing several girls ever saw today, and I was so envious. I should have fought. Instead I wait here in the cold basement for you to return from hunting and fuck your newest slave while wearing that mask.

My Last Smile

You bought me at auction. Why me? I was the scrawniest little cum slut there. No sexy panties or pretty shoes. There were gorgeous blondes there, for less money. But your black eyes settled on me, and I watched as you outbid everyone. You sat in the front row, rubbing your hard cock through your expensive pants. Everyone saw, and I could tell the other men admired you. Or maybe they were terrified of you. It was difficult to know the difference.

I was terrified. I remembered being kidnapped from the sidewalk near my house, and then nothing until I woke up here – on this stage – naked, and being sold to the highest bidder. My head was spinning, and it felt like my pussy was already torn up. If it was, then it happened when I was unconcious. The thought crossed my mind if you would have paid so much knowing my pussy had already been used. The evil in your stare told me you probably didn’t give a shit.

When the auction ended, the highest bidders collected the women they bought. Most of them were dragged off by several men, screaming and kicking. I was too weak to fight as you picked me up and carried me into another room where we were alone. You set me down, and I ccrawled into a corner. You approached me with a ball gag, and I felt myself begin to cry. You were saying something in a soft whisper, and I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew in my heart you were going to hurt me, but didn’t want to hear me scream.

You gagged me, and began grabbing my tiny tits and putting clamps so tight on my nipples that I felt like I was going to faint. You duct taped my legs and wrists together, and my little pussy was throbbing at the thought of what was coming next. I thought you were going to fuck me – but then you started speaking louder. I could hear you saying what a dirty fucking cunt whore I was. My blood ran cold as I saw you pull out the knife. You held it up so I could see it right in front of my face.

You told me you would never fuck a dirty whore like me, and that you spent your money to make sure my pathetic slut ass was put out of misery. You brought the knife to rest next to the base of my right ear. The cold sharp blade gave me chills all over my naked body. I wanted to beg for my life, but the gag made me unable to speak. I saw your hand begin to move, and I felt the knife pierce my throat. I watched your hand make one beautiful motion and end up on the other side of my face. I felt the blood draining from my throat, and I knew I was going to die right there. One last look in your black eyes, and I realized I was relieved.

Fucking with Frosty

I had the craziest nightmare. I guess its all the xmas decorations everywhere and the cold weather combined, and it all got inside my twisted mind. I drove home late last night and had seen a snowman in a neighbors yard. I am sure some neighbors had made it earlier that day, but something about it creeped me out. Instead of having a carrot for a nose, the neighbors had stuck the carrot where his cock would be – I am sure trying to be funny. I figured I was just tired and needed to get inside away from all this xmas crap.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch and next thing I knew it seemed as if I had woke up and it was freezing cold. As cold as it would be outside in the snow. But I was inside. In some house I didn’t recognize. It was dark, but I could see, and I was naked. My nipples were hard from the cold, and I could see something lurking in the corner of the room. It was huge, and it didn’t quite look like a man. It stepped into the light where I could see, and it was the fucking snowman from the neighbor’s yard!

This thing was alive and coming towards me. My heart was racing and everything was going in slow motion like it does in dreams. It grabbed my naked body and its grip sliced into my arms. I tried to pull away, but it pressed its frozen body against mine and it was so cold that it felt like it was burning my naked tits. Then I felt something sharp and cold poking me between my legs, and I remembered the carrot! I tried to pull away again, knowing this thing was going to try to fuck me. It was so strong, and caught me as I spun around.

It gripped me tight from behind and shoved its carrot cock right in my ass. It was sharp and cold and dry and tore my asshole as it stabbed its way in.  I was screaming for this snow beast to let me go, and just when i felt its arms begin to wrap around my neck and tighten, I woke up. My heart was pounding, and as I gathered my thoughts I realized that I had cum all over the couch. I stood up`to go get a towel, and realized that somehow I was naked, just like in the dream. When I put my feet on the floor I stepped in a huge puddle of ice cold water – it looked like something had melted all over the floor.

I made my way to the window and peeked out to see if the snowman was still there. Sure enough, it was, but it was looking towards my window with that carrot cock pointing straight at me, the tip of it dripping with blood.

All Wrapped Up for Xmas

The holidays bring back such deep memories for me. It makes me remember the first time I was tied up, like a present, and presented to one of my uncles. Everyone had come over to my house for xmas eve, and the drinks were flowing. I was playing in my room and just waiting for bedtime so that I could go to sleep and then wake up to presents under the tree downstairs. I never got much, but it was still always a lot of fun. Just then, two of my male cousins came into my room. they were older than me, so they never paid much attention to me, but this time they were carrying rope.

I was confused, but they explained that they had forgot to buy a xmas gift for their dad, so they were going to make ME his present this year. I had no idea what they meant, but before I could ask, they grabbed me and started tying me up in my own bed. My feet were tied together and and my hands as well. I was started to get scared. They told me everything would be fine, and that the rope was really just xmas ribbon and that I was going to make a very pretty present for my uncle. They left me there, laying in my bed, all tied up and terrfied wondering what the hell was happening.

Not too long after, Iheard my door open, and it was my uncle. I heard my cousins yell from the hallway “Merry xmas!” and then the door closed. My uncle came over and sat on my bed. I felt so exposed, in just my panties and rope tied all over my body. He began to fondle my tiny breasts and told me what a pretty present I was. He began running his hands all over my body, and my tiny pussy was throbbing by the time he started unwrapping me. He untied my legs, but left my arms wrapped up. He spread my legs and put his face down between them. He licked me like a candy cane and I felt so tingly all over.

I could hear the rest of the family downstairs laughing and having fun. Xmas music was playing, and here we were in my room, with my uncle molesting me. I felt dirty and pretty all at the same time. He showed me how to suck his cock and then he fucked me in my own bed. No one came to stop him, and so I knew that my parents must have known. I remember laying there wondering if I would get extra special presents this year for being such a good girl. My uncle came all over me, and then kissed me softly and told me merry xmas. To this day I can’t hear a xmas song without thinking of that night.

Pussy Pierce

I’ve waited for this day forever – I am going to get my pussy pierced! I was so excited to get it done and I finally got an appointment with the hottest tattoo/piercer in town. His name is Rick and he took my info over the phone, so he has no idea how hot and yummy my pussy is going to be for him today. I walk in the parlor and there he is – so gorgeous. I feel myself get wet, but I try to remind myself that I am there to get pierced.

 

 

He takes me in the back room and I can see he likes my barely there clothes. I didn’t wear any panties because I was going to get pierced, so I let him know that too. I plopped down on his table and yanked my skirt right up so he could see what he was going to be working with. He smiled from ear to ear and immediately went to work studying my tiny little cunt. He spread my pussy lips apart and felt all over with his fingers.

I knew this had nothiing to do with him piercing me, but I certainly didn’t mind. I told him to keep playing with it as long as he liked. He said it was time to sanitize and surprised me by starting to clean my pussy with his tongue! His tongue was pierced and I felt the metal swirling on my clit. I was so fucking horny for this guy. He licked me and sucked on my clit and he was fantastic at it – I guess he knows his way around a pussy!

He finished licking me, and pulled me to the end of the table. He slid his dick inside me without even asking, and fucked me like the pain whore I am. He held my legs so tight he left bruises and he knew I liked it. He fucked me until he blew his load deep inside, and then collapsed on top of me, sweaty and satisfied. I didn’t get my pussy pierced… it was too swollen and tore up after his that, but the good thing is that I have another appointment with him – tomorrow ;)