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A Dish Served Ice Cold

taboo phone sex Be very careful who you piss off. I am not the one to piss off, that is for sure. Everything is all set up and ready, he just doesn’t know it yet. He thinks we are taking a nice drive in the country tonight to a deserted shack that we know of. He thinks it will be a nice romantic evening.He has no clue. Pulling up the head lights shine on the shack giving it an eerie glow. I spread out a blanket and pull out the wine glasses. Slipping the hallucinogen into his glass is easy and the high will enhance his fear. Fifteen minutes go by and I know the drugs are about to kick in. I take him by the hand and walk him into the old shack. There in the middle of the room is a dick cage attached to a metal steak that is deep in the ground. He doesn’t fight it and lets me lock his cock in giggling at the kinky game he thinks we are about to play. I pull out the knife I brought with me and stick it in the old wooden floor close enough for him to reach before setting the cabin on fire around him as I back away. As I am crossing the threshold he begins to scream frantically. Laughing I tell him he can survive if he cuts his cock off and can get out before he burns to death or bleeds to death.

Ang The Impaler

torture phone sex Watching an old black and white, the images flash on the screen. Even though the picture has no color, I can see the bright red of the blood as it drips from the severed neck and down the stakes. Vlad the Impaler was a ruthless and feared ruler. I admire his style. I don’t know when my eyes became heavy and I was transported to that place that no one else would dare to go. My dream state where my sub conscious allows the demons of my desires to roam free, unencumbered. There she was with her dirty blonde hair and her big brown eyes. Innocence was reflected in her face and body language. I could feel the evil inside me tugging at my black heart, beckoning me to act on the dark desires that were washing over me. Slowly I approached her, smiling. As soon as I was close enough I brushed the hair from her face. The feel of her skin sent a burn of fire through me. Pushing her up against the wall I secured the leather straps around her wrists and ankles before fastening the metal halo around her head, rendering her completely immobile. Stocking the fire I placed the sharpened end of the first metal spear in the flame waiting for it to glow red hot. I could feel my cunt pulsating as I raised the spear and took aim. the first throw hit her just under the ribs. her screams pierced the air as the spear pierced her skin and the sound of  her skin sizzling as the spear cauterized the flesh made my nipples tingle with delight. It would take some practice to perfect my aim.

Home Cooked

torture phone sex I spent all night last night gutting and cleaning her. i can’t believe I found such a juicy morsel. Just the right ratio of meat to fat. Healthy and well fed. Not a drug user, in fact she looked like she took very good care of herself.

The preparation is just as exciting as the actual feast. Cutting from just under the navel up to just under her throat, pulling the body cavity opened and removing the internal organs had my nipples hard and my cunt wet with desire.

Carefully I clean and salt the organs that I will eat later. The heart and the liver. I rinse out her body cavity and use my famous rub for the meat before cutting off her legs, salting and portioning the meat for later also.

Next is the head. I carefully remove the tongue and brains saving those for later as well and placing the head with the organs that will not be consumed. These will be taken to the farm and fed to the pigs.

Placing the meat that has been rubbed down with spices in the fridge to marinate, I went to bed. All night I dreamed of consuming her flesh.

It’s almost dinner time now and she has been cooking low and slow all day. The smell fills the house and has my stomach rumbling.

Soon I will be setting the table for the feast. Won’t you join me?

There Is No Escape

torture phone sex Sitting in my chair with a drink in my hand and a hand on my cunt.

I have been waiting for hours for the sounds that are making me so fucking wet right now. It took her long enough to wake up and now she is thrashing and yelling and trying to get out. the sounds serving to make me horny as fucking hell.

As I open the door to the room I watch her clawing at the wood over the window and I see a finger nail peel back from the force and blood come gushing out in long spurts. She still hasn’t noticed me.

Suddenly my pussy begins gushing cum in unison with her wound and all I want to do is see more carnage.

Raising my arm into the air I bring the metal fire place poker down to meet her leg. All at once I hear the crack of her shin bone as the end of it pushes through her skin and he body sinks to the ground.

She knows I am here now and there is so much more to cum.

How Dare You Cheat?

torture phone sex angieI have known for almost a month now that you cheated. You are my fucking accomplice, the other half of my black heart. We share a depth of evil and sadistic pleasure that people can’t even dream up in their darkest nightmares.

When I found out that you shared our love of blood letting with her I was livid. Revenge became the one nagging thought in my mind.

At first I thought I would get my revenge by making you watch me finish her. That would insure that you would never share what was ours with her again.

But the more I thought about it the more I realized that you would love that as much as I did and it would likely cause you to cheat again just for the pleasure of my revenge which would defeat the purpose.

After weeks of careful deliberation I have the perfect plan for revenge. And it will be served ice cold on a silver platter.

That bitch you cheated with will be a witness to your demise. And she will replace you as well, knowing what will happen if she is not a faithful servant thus insuring her loyalty.

Your end will consist of hours of cock and ball torture, agonizing, merciless, pain will be inflicted upon you. But your death will not come swiftly. Instead you will lay, bound, with your dick and balls the only thing accessible with leeches sucking the life blood from your body.

A slow and agonizing death I hope.

Skinned Alive

torture phone sex angieI could feel my heart beating faster as I pushed the door to the room opened.

Pale moon light touched her in a long line, revealing half of her face, sleeping peacefully, and leaving the other half in complete darkness making it unable to distinguish even the smallest feature.

This very moment planted the seed for the torture that she was about to endure. A torture that I had yet to decide until this very moment.

Reaching in my pocket I removed the handkerchief and the small bottle of chloroform that would soon cover her mouth. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy begin to moisten as I removed the lid from the bottle and covered the cloth with the liquid.

Walking towards her bed I reached down covering her nose and mouth and felt myself cum as she opened her eyes in terror and inhaled twice before they fluttered closed again.

Before lifting her lifeless body I could not resist the urge to run my hands under her thin gown and over her body.

My knees were weak with the need to put my plan into action. The ride to my house seemed like it took forever. And waiting for her to regain consciences was agonizing.

Finally she opened her eyes to the sparkle of the light reflecting off my well sharpened blade. Using a sewing needle I sewed her eyes opened so that she had to watch everything.

Slowly lowering the blade to her face I began. Soon half of the skin on her face would be removed. Expertly peeled away leaving a staring eyeball surrounded by red flesh. Very similar to the way she looked when I first saw her.

Facing His Torture Sex Desires Together

torture sex angieHe couldn’t look me in the eye when the conversation started. He was ashamed of the dark places his fantasies took him when he was alone and masturbating. But he couldn’t hide the huge pop tent that was growing in his pants as he got into more detail. Torture sex is what makes him cum the hardest. When he is jerking his cock, he lets his mind wonder and images of torture sex fill his mind. One fantasy has his girlfriend tied to a chair. He is circling her naked with a raging hard on his pre-cum glistening in the moonlight that is streaming in the window. She is smiling up at him unaware that his mind is filling with the horrific things he will do to her tonight. He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a rusty nail. Still stroking his dick he walks over to her and lifts her forefinger off the arm of the chair positioning the nail under her finger nail he pushes it down to the cuticle. It takes everything in him not to explode as her screams meet his ears and the fear registered in her eyes. Her begging and pleading, her declarations of love and the repeated question “why” only served to inflame his desire. He pulled the iron poker out of the fire place and walked back towards her. Tears streaming down her face, he tried to decide where he would place the first mark on her. Slowly he lifted the red hot poker to her left nipple and trembled as he listened tot he sound of her flesh searing, her deafening screams and the smell of burning flesh. That is when I stopped him. I was on the verge of cumming myself. I told him I understood how much of a turn on torture sex is and asked if he ever let himself get even darker and imagine snuff sex. The wicked smile he gave me told me everything I needed to know. He agreed to bring her to me nightlight and I agreed to help him live out his fantasy and make it a reality, on one condition, I get to watch it all and he has to fuck my wet cunt when we are done with her.

 

Curiosity Killed The Cat

torture phone sex angie1It was a great costume party all though not the time of year for one. Drinks were flowing, drugs were being passed around and no one knew who any one was in their costumes. Standing in the corner watching as everyone mingled, my eyes caught a young man in a black Zorro type mask. the look in his eyes were so familiar. Not like I recognized who he was. but like I recognized the look of the hunt. He was watching a young girl in the corner like a car watching it’s prey while crouched in the grass before it pounces. I could feel the thrill rising in my crotch because I knew what he was doing. he stalked her for hours before going outside for what I assumed was a bit of fresh air. When he returned he approached her and I saw him pull something from his pant’s pocket. A bit of talk between them and she was following him out the door. I watched them walk towards a car that wasn’t parked far from mine. He opened the trunk, I saw him lift his arm and come down as she slumped to the ground. He hit her with something knocking her out. As he lifted her off the ground and into his trunk, I slipped behind the wheel of my car. I followed from a safe distance to a patch of woods off a highway. I watched him hand cuff her hands behind her back and kiss her limp body while caressing her legs and lifting her skirt. Finally it appeared that she was coming to. I saw the glint of the blade and thought he would kill her and I would get no further thrill. But instead he used the knife to cut her clothes off her body before he fucked her as she fought helplessly. I could see him fucking her faster and faster before he wrapped his hands around her neck. He knew just what he was doing, choking her slowly as he drew his orgasm out for as long as he could. He was slumped over her, exhausted from the ordeal and she was slumped lifeless under him when I felt the hot cum dripping down my legs.

Alternative Mutilation Methods

torture phone sex angieThere are so many creative ways to cause pain. So many ways one can mutilate a sweet body. So many ways to extract the beautiful red fluid that brings a flutter to my stomach and a tingle to my clit.

Looking down at her naked body strapped down, shivering , goose bumps covering her flesh, not from the cold, from the fear.

Tonight I am not using my usual tools for her mutilation. No knives or scalpels.

Tonight I am using my new piercing tools. the plan is to pierce and then rip.

I will decorate her body from head to toe in beautiful piercings. Admiring them all as I go. And then I will rip every one out one at a time.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Watching the blood as it drips down her fair white skin.

Dancing to the song of her cries of pain and agony.

Laughing as I show her the scared and disfigured body that I have destroyed.

Blood Bath

torture sex angieMy cunt is aching and twitching. No matter what I do or try I can’t cum.

I know what I need and I just have to go out and get it.

Three victims should be enough.

A night of torture sex.

Screaming, moaning, pleading.

Torn flesh, bruises and pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Inflicted by yours truly.

Finally. Death and dismemberment.

Draining that thick, warm, fresh blood into my tub.

Shedding my clothes and easing my body down into the delightful liquid.

Watching as my skin changes from pale white to dark red.

Watching my cunt and tits disappear as I sink all the way into it.

The smell of iron that only comes from blood wafting up to greet me.

My hands sliding over the sticky fluid that drives me crazy.

Sliding lower until I finally feel my blood covered cunt.

Feeling the build up as I get closer to the elusive orgasm that I have been chasing all day.