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Sexual Depravity

Accomplice phone sexIt seems the tables have turned.  You surprised me instead.  I walked into the house and there you were, with all these little presents all wrapped up with rope awaiting me.  You came over to me with a glass of champagne and I told you I would be right back.  I put something on for you, because there was a certain way I wanted my gifts unwrapped.  When I walked back in, I grabbed my glass then instructed you. 

I decided to make a little game out of the whole thing.  You had already placed the tarps and heavy gauge plastic on the walls and over the windows.  The music was blaring and you had your shirt off.  I wasn’t the only one watching what you were doing, the gifts were too.  Once in a while they would look at me and I would just give then a little smirk.  After you were done setting up, I motioned for you to come over to me.

I told you that for each one you destroyed, I would take off a piece of clothing.  If you did a good enough job, we would even fuck.  You pulled a chair over and I sat down to watch the show.  If the music hadn’t of been so loud I would of been able to hear their screams.  Desperate, ear piercing, and full of pain.  I watched their faces though.  I always watch their faces.

You were in your element.  You deftly dealt with them, one by one, those sweet little gifts were unwrapped in the most delicious and horrible manner.  One by one an article of clothing came off, until I was wearing nothing but my stockings and heels.  As the last of the light went out in the last gift’s eyes I moved toward you.  You pulled me to you and we fucked right there on all the discarded wrapping.

Ubi Ponat Daemoniorum

Snuff phone sex

I am that little darkness that sits on your shoulder.  The one that tells you to go on, nobody will know, take it, hurt it, fuck it, kill it.  You try so hard to ignore me, but you cannot.  It might take minutes, hours, or years, but you will give in.  When you do, I promise it will be the most incredible feeling in the universe. Every day you allow more and more of those little thoughts that I planted to creep in.  You lose yourself in them, smiling to yourself.  Each time you do, I gain a little more ground.  When you are sleeping I flood your dreams with despicable acts of beautiful cruelty.  You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, frightened, do not worry, you will come to love those sexually deviant nightmares.

You will welcome those images like you welcome a dear friend into your home. You will start to see them in all things you do.  The dark temptation becomes harder and harder to resist. You keep telling yourself, “No!”, bringing yourself back from the brink of committing a vile act of immense pleasure.  The point comes where you do not block out my words, you long for them to call to you every minute of every day.  You feel something building inside of you, at first it is a want.  Then it becomes a need, a craving that you cannot satisfy.

I whisper continuously into your subconsciousness.  I become your safe place.  Without the dreams, words, thoughts you feel lost, you beg for me to continue. I do.  You are mine now, the things that I tell you to do, you do without question.  They make you feel powerful, they make you feel like nothing bad can ever happen to you.  You carry out the tasks with precision, with glee, with my blessing.  I’m the little darkness that sits on your shoulder, until you become what I want, then I will go quiet.  You will be left broken, exhausted, unable to survive without my words, the misery will become great, you will cry out only to be met with silence.  However, I will return, I will revel in what I have created in you, in your life, the chaos, the pain, the tortured thoughts of all you did for me and that will sustain me until I find another who I want.

Dangle

Snuff phone sex

I love the sound of chains.  Especially if it when something is being hoisted up with one.  A hook firmly placed in the base of the neck so the hook comes out the mouth? Delicious!  I’m getting a head of myself though.  In order to get to that point, there are other things that must happen first. A metal table, various instruments, a drain in the floor, access to an incinerator to name a few.  You will also need the main item, a snot nosed little cunt.

Once you have said cunt you must secure it tightly.  Although they be small some of them can put up a fight.  Which is more of annoyance than anything else, so to avoid that I suggest pounding a hollow piece of metal through the wrists through the meaty part of the hands, then turning their legs slightly outward, doing the same thing to the meaty part of the calves.  You can then run a chain through the hollow metal to secure your play thing.  I also suggest you use a table that you can adjust the angle to.  Adjust it so that it is slightly pointed downward so the blood runs away from your work.  If you are like me, place a huge metal container just below the end of the table so that you can catch all that beautiful crimson liquid.  This you can use later to bathe in if you so choose.  Of course there won’t be enough to actually bathe, but you can wallow in it for a bit.

Now that you have your cunt completely at your mercy the choice is yours.  Do what you want.  You want to fuck it? Rip it? Tear it? Choke it? Burn it? Shred it? Skin it? You go right on!  Nothing is there to impede your wishes. When you are done, you can grab that hook, lift it’s head up, use a mallet to knock it through the back of it’s head, at the base, then shove the hook through until it comes out of it’s, or what is left of it’s mouth.

You can then easily hoist it up to swing and dangle there for as long as you please.  Might I suggest that you leave it there until you obtain a fresh cunt to play with.  You can then pick the fresh one up, shove it’s face into your lovely piece of art, and tell the story of how it got there to begin with.  I would make sure that the new one saw the shiny new hook on the table before you begin the process, because I can assure that it will make the whole play time much more intense for you.

Happy Hunting!

Rats

Taboo phone sexThey call it an escalation.  I call it becoming perfect.  That’s what they say don’t they? Practice makes perfect.  It goes for anything, not just piano, and dance routines (I fucking hate dance routines).  Where is the best place for people like us to practice our craft? A city.  Not a little town; unless you are passing through; but a huge, dirty city.  Why?  That’s where all the rats are. 

There are many different types of rats for you to experiment on.  Whore rats, junkie rats, homeless rats, runway rats, the list goes on and on.  There is one thing that you must keep in mind though.  There are others out there hunting rats too, and sometimes those motherfuckers are crazier than you could ever hope to be.  You leave those bitches alone.  Take your time, be analytical, the thrill will come later.  Use your brain and set the best trap you can.  Then once you have your rat, do what ever the fuck you want. 

The first one won’t go smoothly, something always goes wrong.  Be prepared for this and do not be disappointed in yourself.  Just move onto the next.  The goal for all this practice is to move onto something other than rats.  Eventually you can move onto mice.  Not just any mice, but soft, just weened off their Mamma’s tit mice.  Not old enough to breed, but old enough to know what the fuck is going on and recognize pain, and react accordingly.

I wish you happy hunting and may all your rat traps spring at the right moment.

Bodega Blues

Taboo phone sex

I knew right away that I was going to have a problem.  I entered the Bodega and one of the guys standing outside followed me in, I could hear his friends laughing.  I closed my eyes and sighed.  It never failed.  Some drunk asshole thinks just because it’s late out and that I am by myself that I am helpless, or asking to have sex.  Really? Let me tell you something, if you see a woman outside no matter what time of day it is, it doesn’t mean she wants to get fucked.  Especially me. I hardly have sex at all, I am one picky bitch.

I went back to where the beer was and he was right behind me the whole time.  He was talking to me about my tits.  Yes, I know I have tits, and yes I know how big they are.  No need to reaffirm that fact.  I looked at him, pushed past him and went to the counter.  The guy who was working behind the counter knows me, I go in there all the time.  He leaned in close and asked me if I needed help.  I told him that I was fine.  He then asked me if the guy would need help. I chucked then told him that he just might.  He told me to be safe, I waved then left the store with my beer.

I stopped to light a cigarette then started my short walk home.  Now not only was he following me, but the two others where with him too.  I put my earbuds in, reached inside the paper bag and pulled out one of the beers but I didn’t open it.  I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I turned around and he was talking to me.  I just stared at him not saying a word.  Then, he got pissed.  I could tell by his body language that he was becoming agitated, and he was calling me a bitch and a cunt.  Big deal.  If you are going to try to insult me, do better than that.

I took the last drag off my cigarette, snubbed out the hot box, turned away from them and continued on my way.  Then I felt a full hand on my shoulder, he spun me around hard.  I stepped to him, not in a very nice way, I stepped up to him as in ‘posting up’.  He backed up a little but then stepped up to me too.  I smiled slightly and brought the can of beer up as hard as I could and smashed it against the side of his face.  He crumbled down, I stomped on his chest, then his cock. His friends started to move toward me, but I started to walk toward them faster.  They stopped in their tracks, I kept moving toward them, they backed up.  I stopped and just looked at them for a few minutes.

They were no longer moving at all, they were just taking in the sight I guess.  I turned around, picked up my other beer, gave the guy on the ground another good kick to this cock, turned around, gave them all the finger and went home to enjoy my beer.

Helping A Family Member

Torture phone sex

What a twat!  One of my family member’s exes is such a dick!   Nobody could stand him and still can’t. Which is saying something because nobody in my family really likes me but they would take me any day over this guy.  At first I thought he would be fun to hang around with, but the more I did I realized what an absolutely douche nozzle he is.  Imagine the most narcissistic person you can think of, now add bad jokes, talking in the third person, what seems to be some serious brain damage, knowing every thing when they really know nothing, and more narcissism on top just for good measure and you will have him.

I do not celebrate Christmas, but as a token I will show up at my Mother’s house and pretend that I am having a good time.  This one family member told me that Saint Douchington would not leave them alone.  They showed me all the texts, all the phone calls, all the snaps, all the voicemails, and all the inbox messages.  If you are going to be psychotic, then hide it and be a Psycho on the down low, not out where every one can see.

Some of the messages were rather benign, but there were some where he was going a little violent, or what he thought was violent.  To me it was on the tamer side, but to my family member it was upsetting.  I would of laughed it off and completely ghosted him, but they didn’t want to do that because they didn’t want to switch phones.  They had trid blocking him, and even went as far as getting a  Protection Order.  You and I both know those are worthless.  I am not sure if it was the wine, or beer, or tequila, but I offered to help.  They said he was too dangerous, I laughed. I grabbed their phone and sent him a text.

He texted me back on my phone.  I played along like he was right and asked him if he wanted to meet up after I was done at the house to discuss the matter because I was really on his side.  Yeah, right.  He was happy too. We met in a parking lot and as soon as I got into his car I smacked him across the face.  It went wrong for him after that.  Incredibly wrong.  When I was done he was whimpering like the pussy bitch he really is and I doubt he will ever be able to shit right again.

I called my family member and told them that I didn’t think he would be bothering them anymore and if he does, they are to tell me right away.  From what they have said though, so far, so good. 

Trap

Taboo phone sex

There are many different types of traps.  Bear traps, Leghold, snare, and the list goes on.  My very favorite type of trap?  Honey.  That’s right.  A Honey trap can be the most lethal there ever was.  If this type of trap is “sprung” then it destroys lives, and the effects are far reaching.  It is almost like the Butterfly Effect.  Pretty amazing when you think about it.

Someone I know needed some help to find out if his wife was cheating on him.  He knew it was another woman.  I do know a lot of sick fucks, but this person wasn’t one of them.  I went to school with him, the thought of being unfaithful in a marriage sickened him.  Cheating is what broke up his family when he was younger.  Now he hates everything about it, and has no respect for those who indulge.

I don’t care either way, none of my business.  However, since I have known him for a long time I told him I would try and pick her up and then go from there.  He thanked me and asked me if there was any way I could get pictures if she fell for it.  I told him sure.  He wanted to know when and where it would happen.  I told him it was better if he didn’t know, that way he couldn’t just show up and perhaps ruin the whole thing.

It took about two months of just following her around to see that she was indeed cheating.  For a moment I thought that maybe I would just take some pictures of her with these other women instead, but I wanted to have some fun with her.  I walked into the bar that she frequented and waited.  I have to say, there are some really horny women out there!  I saw many hands without wedding rings but indentations indicating that one was recently taken off.  Women are just like men, we can be down and dirty too.

She walked in.  I moved close to her, started a conversation, laughed at her dumb jokes.  We finally left, she asked if we should take a uber since we both were drinking.  I told her no, not necessary, I just had the one.  She got into my car, I said her name, she turned toward me and punched her hard in the face.  Her nose immediately started to bleed, I hit her two more times, hard.  She was knocked out.  I drove back to my house and turned my cell phone on. I called her husband and told him that I had to scrap tonight, that I would do it next week.  He said okay, but was thinking of backing out.  I told him not to worry about it.  I then went up the mail slot and pushed my cell phone through the slot.  I wouldn’t need it for the rest of the night.

Eventually, I pulled off the road, going further into the woods so no passing car would be able to see my vehicle.  I got out of my car, then pulled her out. By the time she woke up, she was naked, and secured to a tree.  I had my fun with her, then left her there, bleeding and still tied to the tree.  Her panties shoved down her throat.  I made sure that there was nothing there that would point to me in any way, then gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, wiped it off with some dirt then left. I wonder when she will be found.

The Fun Begins

Taboo phone sex

There is nothing you can do to change the situation you have found yourself in.  You can beg, offer money, threaten, or try to explain, it doesn’t matter.  It is just white noise to me.  You go right ahead and get mad it doesn’t bother me, you mean nothing to me, I have a job to do and that is that.  Looking down at you splayed out on the metal table makes me smile.  This is my moment, this is where I shine.  I love my work.  It makes me a happy girl.

I rake my nails down your chest, pushing harder as I get to your stomach.  I can see your body trying to retreat from the pain but it can’t.  You are very secure.  You aren’t going anywhere my friend.  You keep asking me what I am going to do to you, I can hear the fear start to make itself known in the tone of your voice.  That little quiver, those beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead.  Of course I am not going to tell you, what fun would that be?

I light a cigarette and stand there acting like I am trying to decide what to do, but I already know exactly what is going to happen.  I think it unnerves you that I do not speak, not at all.  I like it that way, I have no desire to speak to you, you aren’t worth the effort of forming words.  I snuff out my cigarette on the tip of your cock, you scream, and the fun begins. 

Peek-A-Boo

Taboo phone sex

I could hear you in there with them.  Those little voices just begging to be set free.  We would eventually set them free but not in the way they were thinking.  I heard a loud slap, then whimpering as you disciplined them.  You see, they didn’t know that I can hear everything they say when they think we are not around.  The things that were said, tisk tisk.  Such language coming from those little mouths.  Terrible.  I would let them know that there is a hole in the wall under one of the strips of wall paper, but why spoil the fun?

When you came by I told you all about what I had heard.  They couldn’t hear us of course because I could always just replace the opening with the piece of wall that is missing.  Just pop it back in and Bob’s Your Uncle.  You were getting mad, I was glad you were.  I wanted you as pissed off as you could get.  This was your time to show me what you had learned from me.  You wanted me to take  you to my side of the darkness, and I had, but now it was time for you to fly on your own little birdie.

You took your shirt off, stripped down to your boxers and went into their room.  There were three of them in there, when you opened the door I could smell them.  That is the only bad thing about keeping things … the smell.  We had to really work on that room before we began your training to make sure those smells stayed inside with them along with their screams.  Sound proofing is a must in situations like this.

I could hear the three of them scurrying around like little mice trying to get away from you.  I was watching by the hole in the wall, I knew this would be the last time we used this room for awhile so I punched through the poster.  One of them looked at me as you were twisting her neck around by her matted hair, I said, “peek a boo” and smiled.  The fear in her eyes, the pain that shown in her face was exquisite. I handed you your belt through the opening and you took to lashing all of them.

After a little while I came into join you.  The pure violence that you unleashed upon them was one of the proudest moments of my life.  The very last one was rocking in the corner, we needed to put her out of her misery.  Her mind was broken, never to be fixed.  We were saving her really.  Deep down I knew she didn’t want to go through life medicated and scared.  I held her against me as you plunged your dick into her, I wrenched her neck to the side, you were grunting away, tearing up her insides with each thrust. When you were almost there I sliced into that soft buttery flesh of her neck. You orgasmed as the spray covered your body.  You had been baptized. I smiled up at you, and you down at me.

You have learned well Jedi, now go forth and do your worst.

Tangled

Taboo phone sex

Isn’t it cute how they think they can get away?  The hope is strong, and they can almost see the end of their torture.  Almost.  They must think us stupid.  To think that once they broke their binds they can just run? That’s what is wrong with prey, they do not think, they react, that is what makes the Predator have the edge.

There she was, running though the woods, us walking behind her.  I had my pet with me, he was pulling so hard at his chain, I lean down to whisper in his ear, “спокойный”, which is Russian for “calm”.  He immediately stops barking.  However, now and then I will give him the command to bark just to keep the prey on their toes.

We can now hear them, crashing though the leaves.  I smile to myself.  Both you and I know a secret.  The last time you went in to fill her bowl you purposefully left the bolt undone.  It did take her longer than we thought for her to figure that out.  Once she was out of the underground hut, she was off like a shot.  She didn’t even notice us standing a few feet away.

We both looked at each other and chuckled and shook our heads.  She tried so hard, her legs were pumping like mad, but she wasn’t going to get away.  You see both you and I made sure nobody could get off the property.  We heard her hit the barbwire … hard.  Then the crying for help.  Nobody could hear her except for us so we just continued to walk.

Once we could see her, I left my pet go, he ran toward her full tilt, she was screaming, writhing in the wire which just made her get more entangled.  When we reach her my pet is a few inches from her face, growling.  The look of pure fear on her face makes me wet.  You and I fuck quickly before untangling her and returning her to her home. Silly bitch thought she would escape. Pathetic.