I knew you always had a crush on me. That cute next door neighbor kid, to young to fuck but still see all those hearts and stars in your eyes. I never thought though that you were as bad as you were. If I had known I may have stopped you, been a bitch, not been so friendly and teasing to fan those flames for fun. I may not be wishing I was dead right now if I had. I was in bed when you started. It began with a gunshot and a blast of warmth and sharp pin pricks on my face. I couldn’t comprehend that it was my husband’s brains, blood, and skull that covered my face. That the masked man who dragged me out of bed by the hair screaming was you. You hit me in the forehead with the butt of the gun. Making the world spin and go black. I don’t know what you did to me next but I woke up in a room. My head pounding, the sickly yellow light from the ceiling burning holes in my retinas. I tried to cover my eyes but I was tied down. It felt like a hospital bed and the softness of the cuffs made me think of medical restraints. You were fidgeting, looking worried as if I wouldn’t wake up. I asked, my voice cracking with dehydration. “What happened? Is Mark okay? Where are we?” you jumped up, hushing me. Rubbing my hair back from my face as if you were comforting me. “You’re mine now.” you said. “I saw how much you wanted me. I had to make sure that Mark couldn’t come and take you back. You’re my wife now.” you grinned. “Isn’t that great. I’m going to make you so happy.” you said, your voice off and lilted like the edge of hysteria was teasing around your edges. I couldn’t help it, my eyes filled with tears and I began to sob. “Oh no no no.” You begged, your hands touching my face. Your lips on my forehead. “I can’t stand to see you cry. Your eyes are so sad… I can’t give you back though. Now that I have you. We’ll just have to fit it.” and it wasn’t till then I felt a real sense of fear and dread. Watching as you go to a kit in the corner and come back with a straight edge. “What are you doing? No… No stop!” I begged, closing my eyes tight. “It’s okay love. I’ll take care of you now. You’re mine forever.” and with that you pried open my eyes and I got to watch that shiny sharp razor gets closer and closer to my eye until with a sickening squelch and a pressure that made me scream the world went dark. Then the other. Cut out as if they were nothing more than a nut in a shell. “There! Now you can’t look at me so sad.” the pleasure in your voice made me shudder and I tried to cry but I couldn’t tell what was tears and what was blood. Then I heard a zipper. “You’re so beautiful…” a pressure on the mattress. Knees shoving my legs apart. “I can’t wait till you understand. We are happily ever after until death do us part and now it’s time to consummate our love.”
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My Dark Fantasies are Often Realities
What are your dark fantasies? I have a lot of them. I have a pretty bad coke habit. It puts me in contact with some rather unsavory people. People who make me do things that other women would never do. I think years of swallowing piss, getting gang banged in the ass, BDSM games and eating shit has made me go into an abyss. I was at a real low this weekend. All out of coke and all out of money. I was desperate. I went to the junkie part of town to find this one dude known for helping sexy MILFs out with a fix. He is known as a sick and twisted fuck, but when you need something he can supply, beggars can’t be choosers. I hate going to that part of town. I did it though because I am an addict. I found him in this skanky warehouse that resembled something out of the Saw movies. Feces, blood, vomit, and even cum stained the floors and the walls. The smell was wretched. I thought I might toss my cookies just inhaling the vapors. I found G. That is all anyone knows him by; just an initial. He knew me; knew of my trashy reputation despite living in a gated suburb. I told him my predicament. He asked what I would do in exchange for a bump. “Anything,” I replied. Before I could speak again, one of his goons dragged me into a dirty bathroom. He forced me to clean the disgusting floor with my tongue. He made it clear that I was trash despite where I lived, therefore I was going to be treated appropriately. I was sick to my stomach. That was not enough to score me my bump. Every junkie in the place got to fuck me first. I likely left that warehouse a cesspool of bacteria, but I left with what I came for, so it was worth it.
Taboo role play with my master
My master got home today early from work and decided to teach me a few things. He grabbed me by my hair and yanked me around the house. He laughed and called me names like “dumb bitch” “stupid cum whore” and “fucking fuckhole”. We finally got to the living room where he bound up my wrist and ankles and made me into the little fuck toy that I am.
He slapped me across the face and spit right into my eyes. He turned around and spread his ass and farted his stinky man farts right into my face. He told me to stuff my face into his ass like the little worthless pathetic whore that I am.
I put my nose in his ass sniffing his farts in and trying not to pass out from the odder. Then he told me to eat his shit like the port potty that I am! I did as he demanded, eating every turd right out of his shit hole. I was getting his shit all in my eyes and up my nose.
He then turned around after I got done being his stupid piece of toilet paper and decided to piss right into my mouth and eyes. He drenched my face in his hot stinky urine. His dick swelled up right before my dumb whore face and he said that now I need to get the cum out of his dick.
He went behind me to my little ass hole and stuffed his dick straight into me ass. He started pounding me deep and hard, knocking my face into the ground. When he was read to cum, he took his cock out and came back to my face. He let out every drop of his sticky cum right into my eyes.
Thank you master for making me your pathetic piece of shit toilet whore bitch.
Use my face, Daddy!
It doesn’t matter to Daddy what is going on with my body, he will fuck me anyway. Usually when it is that time of the month for me, he will fuck my ass. Daddy can fuck any hole he wants, but he had been particularly rough lately. My poor little asshole was swollen and tender. I didn’t think I could take another pounding in my raw little hole. Daddy came home drunk and was ready for his nightly treat and he started pulling my pants down and sliding my g-string off with them. He told me to bend over so he could get a look at my sexy little ass. I know that Daddy doesn’t like it when I tell him no, so I excitedly blurted out “Use my face, Daddy!” He stopped and looked at me. I smiled and told him that I wanted to suck his big hard cock and have him look deep in to my eyes as he came down my throat. Daddy seemed to like this idea! He left my poor little ass alone for the night, and I sucked his dick as good as I possibly could. He loved it!
Taboo Role Play: The Beginning
The beatings and pussy-pounding had stopped suddenly. I had no idea what was going on. One minute, I was being attacked by 3 men, my chest and arms and head being pummeled, my pussy and ass taking damage. The next minute, everything had stopped.
I chanced to open my eyes, and there she was. She was lovely, but terrifying. The look on her face said she’d as soon kill me as look at me, even as her features screamed out that she was a goddess. She told me her name was Venus, then asked if I was going to be a good little bitch for her, or just a problem. Since my mouth was taped over, I nodded my head to let her know that I’d behave. Then, the pain began for real. Her hand lashed out and caught me across the face just as the other twisted hard on my nipple. I squealed through the tape, and a gleam of triumph entered her eyes, but quickly disappeared. Then, I felt a finger at my already tender cunt hole, and I begged through the tape for her not to. Not only did she slide that finger inside of me, she put all of them inside of me, tearing at my flesh when she curled her hand into a fist to push deeper into me. I screamed through all of that, and the glint of satisfaction returned to her eyes, making her force that fist ever deeper and harder into me. I thought I could die right there, and be content that I was no longer suffering, but she had other plans…
Daddy’s drunk again..
Daddy was drunk again and in a brutally mean mood. I walked in the door and he grabbed me by my hair and slammed me against the wall. His breath was heavy with whiskey and he stunk of piss. “Where the fuck have you been? Selling your nasty fucking cunt again? You are a worthless fucking whore just like your fuck cunt mother.” He slammed me to the floor and with a swift kick in the stomach I was vomiting on the living room floor. He grabbed my face and smashed it into the vomit. I was crying and begging him to stop.
“Please Daddy whaaa whaa please daddy stop!! whaa whaa.” He mocked at me as he shoved my face in my vomit. “Your lucky Makayla, I gotta take a piss.” He unzipped his pants pulling out his dripping hard cock. He started to moan as he covered me in his foul smelling urine. He forced my eyes open as he pissed in them, making them burn so badly I screamed. Daddy shoved his cock down my throat and held my nose closed as he emptied his bladder down my throat.
He slammed his cock down my throat again making me gag and uncontrollably vomit on his cock! Daddy Punched the top of my head making me accidentally bite down on his cock, making him even angrier! Daddy dropped to his knees and I tried to run from him. He grabbed me by my pony tails and pulled me down to the carpet. I was trying to get ahold of something to give me leverage to pull myself away from him. He was so strong. Construction made his muscles like steel. He ripped my panty hoes open and spread my ass cheeks. He grabbed his hard cock and slammed it into my dry clenched asshole, over and over again until he finally filled up my tight little ass with a big hot load. I guess I made him happy, after he was done with me he went to sleep. I wonder what Daddy will do next time.