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Unique Gifting

Taboo phone sexGifts are wonderful things.  Being able to get just the right gift to give to someone is even more wonderful.  There are many in this world who are very hard to buy for.  They have everything one could want already.  Finding that something extra special takes some time, and you must know the right people.  I am one of those “right” people. 

Two months ago I received a call from a woman who wanted to give her Husband the ultimate gift.  She was blunt about what she wanted, she has been trying for years to make this happen.  Unfortunately for her those who she has contacted in the past were unable to deliver, or would just simply hang up on her.  I however, did not.  I listened to the specifics and told her it wouldn’t be a problem.  She didn’t believe me.  Fuck her.

It took me two weeks to find what she wanted.  I am not sure how others were unable to do this, perhaps an attack of conscience, or maybe they have a soft side.  I have no soft side, it’s weak as hell to have one.  I am not weak in the least.  I phoned the woman back, she was shocked to hear from me.  I told her that I could keep the gift, for a fee of course.  She asked for proof, I sent her pictures, she sent me the fee.

When the big day arrived for the gift to be delivered I was actually invited to stay and watch.  There the gift was, dressed as a common whore.  She was used by many men and many “things”.  I sat and watched drinking some champs and eating birthday cake.  It was a fabulous night.  When I left she was moaning on the floor, disorientated, eyes devoid of any more humanity, pain wracking her body.  It was delicious.  I think I found a new job as a party planner, what do you think?

Klondikebar

What would a fat little fuck do for a klondikebar? It doesn’t really matter because klondikebar or not, that pudgy little twat was going to be taken care of.  The klondikebar just came in handy.  I saw this tubby little slut trying to run after the ice cream man.  She waddled and waddled for about 20 feet then gave up.  Her thighs were rubbing together forcing her shorts up between her thunder thighs.  Her stomach was pouring out of her too tight t-shirt. Disgusting sight it was to behold.  I couldn’t even finish my beer.

I called her over to ask her if she would like for me to get her some ice cream because I had some in my apartment.  Her fat face lit up right away.  I flicked my cigarette onto the sidewalk so that I could go inside.  I instructed her to stay put, that I would be right back.  I came back down with two klondikebars, gave her one and held onto the other.  She fucking inhaled that shit.  I had mine unwrapped already and was about to take a bite, but her little eyes were looking at it like it was the last piece of food in the universe.  I gave it to her.  She sat down next to me and told me all about her double dutch she was going to play later and she even asked me if I wanted to help turn.  I almost threw up right there.  I told her no that I had grown up things to do.

I went up to my apartment so I could watch from my window.  I sat there for a good two hours, I guess her layer of blubber was protecting her, like some sort of super fat power or something.  There she was, turning the rope while her friends jumped between the ropes, then she did this two step forward move, and fell flat on her face.  I laughed so hard, come on, you would too, seeing a fat blob just fall over like that.  Her rotund Mother came hobbling out of the apartment, yelling for someone to call 911, but I knew something that the sow didn’t know.  I knew that I just saved her oinker from a life time of humiliation, health concerns, and being pity fucked.  I have to pat myself on the back for this one, after all, I did a fucking good deed.

This Little Piggie

Torture Phone Sex

One of all time favorite types of torture is to take something that is human, and turn it into something inhuman.  How do I do that? It’s pretty easy actually, you just need time. It is not something you can do in one day.  It’s not torture if it is done too swiftly, and I am one of those girls who can get into a project like nobody’s business.  First you strip them of all human luxuries.  You take away their shelter, their food, their clothing, their water, their ability to get clean, anything that makes their life normal, you strip away from them.  You do it slowly though.  First you take their clothes, and you toss them outside.  In this case, we are going to make ourselves a piggy.

So piggy girl gets tossed into the pig pen, not with sows, no no, with a hog.  A strong, amorous hog.  Then you leave her there for a few days.  Then you deny her access to the troth and water supply.  When you go out to slop the pigs, you make no eye contact with her, and you ignore her completely.  If on these occasions, if you find that she makes too much noise, then you remove her ability to speak.  You go out to the pen, you grab her, you tie her up, you attach a clamp onto her tongue, you pull it toward you as far as you can, and then you take a pair of tin snips and you cut it off.  You then tell her, that from now on the only noise you want to hear from her is a pig grunt or oink, otherwise, no food and no water.  You make her practice. 

Now you might find that you have yourself a fighter on your hands. A simple remedy is that you give her food, but you only let her eat the pig shit that you scrape from the floor. Then you shackle her to the floor with her ass up in the air so that hog can just wander on over when the mood strikes him. 

Then when piggy starts to behave, you take away their sight, just put a hot poker up to the iris until the whole thing bursts.  If you do it slowly enough you can actually see the fluid contained within the eye bubble up, it’s a very amazing thing to see.  Then last but not least, you take away her human touch by strapping her to a table, pour hot tar down on her, a little of a time, then pull off the skin. 

You will have yourself a properly tortured, inhuman piggy in no time at all.  Then when you are done with her, just take her into the slaughter house and have yourself a yummy Ham for Easter.

Helping Hand

Accomplice Phone Sex

What a fucking mess!  It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  It was supposed to be a simple grab, then violation, then dump, something to teach his now ex-girlfriend and his brother a lesson.  Nothing going too far, but now, I am covered in blood from my head to my toes.  He is as well.  I’m not sure were it went wrong, but damn, did it ever go south fast.  Actually, I know exactly when it went wrong, it was the video.  I knew he tended to go over board with his play things, but these weren’t play things. These were his Brother and recent girlfriend.

His girlfriend decided it would be a fan-fucking-tastic idea to give his Brother a blow job.  His Brother in turn decided it would be an even better fan-fucking-tastic idea to video it on his phone.  Only his Brother picked up the wrong phone, and when my over excited friend went to send me a pic he had taken a few days ago, he saw the video.  That’s when things went crazy.

He is sitting in the corner completely calm, smoking a cig.  I am standing here looking around at what we have to do to clean up this fucked up scene.  There is big chunks of skin scattered about, bits of bone and meat that went through the chipper stuck to the walls, and I have no clue what the fuck dude did with the heads. 

Do Anything

You were so easy.  All I had to do is flash a smile, show my tits, touch that disgusting piece of meat between your legs and you promised to do what ever I wanted to make me happy.  I have to tell you, it would take a shit load more than what you have to make me happy, but that is besides the point.  Now you are worried.  You phoned me out of breath, your voice shaking.  I laughed and hung up on you.  You are fucked.

I wasn’t the one who went out and did what you did.  I just talked about the fantasy of it, you are the one who actually did the deed.  Although it was what I wanted, I would never admit I put the idea into your head.  You yourself said you would do anything, perhaps you should be more careful with your words.  Most people who took the action that you have have these things, they are called balls, maybe you have heard of them?  Did you piss yourself while you were carving her up, or did your cock explode in her tight, bloody, widened out asshole?  I am thinking it was the second thing mentioned. 

There you are, running away from the mess you made, and you call me to clean it up for you? Not in a million years.  As far as I am concerned it was all fantasy, you were the one who took it into the world and did those brutal things to that weak, unsuspecting girl.  I will not help you. As a matter of fact, now that you have accomplished what I whispered into your ear, I no longer even know you.  Clean up your own mess boy, deal with it, and move on.  Send me a post card from Death Row, and I’ll frame it and put it on my desk.

TikTik

taboo phone sexShe lays there mesmerized by her growing belly.  She places soft hands upon her stretched out skin, feeling the little parasite move beneath her flesh.  She grabs her husband’s hand and places it on the rolling movement.  He smiles and kisses her forehead.  Soon they would become Parents, their whole family is excited, the very first rug rat is to arrive within days.  Her husband turns off the lights, he kisses his pregnant wife one last time, and just to be cute, he kisses her stomach.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep but she woke up startled.  She looked at the clock and tried closing her eyes to go back to sleep, but something was off.  She opened her eyes, lifted up her head and listened.  She heard the slight breeze outside, then felt the breeze on her leg.  She didn’t remember leaving the window open, but perhaps her husband had gotten up and opened it.  Lord knows this being inside her belly made her hot one moment then cold the next.  She smiled and laid her head back down.

The ticking noise started in the far corner of the room.  She lifted her head once again, squinting her eyes to try to see into the thick darkness.  There it was again, this time it was coming toward her.  The hair on the back of her neck stood up, she reached out to wake her husband.  He wasn’t there.  She sat up and screamed his name, his body; limp, lifeless, was thrown from the corner.  She began to scream as the long, forked tongue wound it’s way out of the dark.  It flicked at the air around her stomach, she tried to slap it away, but it continued to it’s target.

Her eyes became wide with fear as the tongue plunged down into her navel, her body was wracked with pain.  She started to grab at the sheets, the night stand, she even prayed, but she was well beyond prayer.  From the corner came the creature to which the tongue came from.  It was grey, hairless, thin, it’s mouth was open to display row upon row of needle point teeth.  It jumped to the ceiling then down on top of her.  It continued to drink from her swollen stomach, she tried to fight it off, but nothing could save her, nor her fetus. 

In a matter of minutes the Aswang had had it’s fill, it disengaged it’s tongue, raked it’s claws over her now still body then made it’s way out of the open window to return to the nightmares from which it came. 

Ring

Taboo Phone Sex

Sweat, oil, along with the smell of other various fluids filled the air.  There were only a few lights hanging from the ceiling that actually worked.  Long dark shadows were cast against the walls, within those shadows were voices, that paused momentarily as I passed by to look at that which was crawling along side me.  There was a lot of money to be made so each entry was peered at with narrowed, judging gazes.  Calculations were quickly made, then bets were placed.

I stood leaning against one of the concrete columns, watching the competition.  It was nothing I had not seen before.  The sound of flesh meeting flesh, bones splintering beneath the endless barrage of brutal assaults.  There was blood caked onto the outer edges of the ring, the sand inside of the circle clotted, and coated with body fluid. 

I yanked hard on the chain to indicate that it was time to take a look at what was for the offering. We moved to the back of the room where we would be able to see what sort of completion; if any;  were awaiting in the cages.  I lazily strolled by, smirking at them.  None of them would ever come close to being able to do the sort of damage mine could do.  We had been training for a very long time.  Battle scars were worn with pride, today she would receive more.

I pointed to one who looked terrified.  I reached into the cage, pulled it to the bars, spit in it’s face, then licked off the saliva before it could form a droplet and fall from her jaw.  She still tasted like Ivory Soap.  This would be unfair for her, she was new, perhaps only two fights to her name, both of them losses.  I considered her dead weight.  I looked down at my prize, “What do you think girl? Is this the bitch you want?”  She turned her head from side to side, peering into the dark cage, she sniffed the air, then howled before pressing her face against my leg to indicate she thought this one was perfect.

I collected the money before walking out the door.  I reached down to place my hand on her head, petting her gently.  I told her what a good girl she was, and that she did a wonderful job.  She panted, licking at my hand, grateful for the approval.  I looked back at the ring. The ivory soap bitch was being pulled out by her arms.  Her body flopped over the edge of the ring, her head twisted around, looking down over her back, even though her body was facing forward.  The meat from her tits was hanging in ragged tears, blood flowed down her stomach. My pet did exceedingly well. I started to whistle and skip as we made our way back to my home from a glorious night at the Human Dog Ring.

 

The Flip Side

snuff phone sexNow all you guys know I am not submissive, oh HELL no.  I do not believe in being someone’s bitch.  However, over the last couple of days a certain someone has phoned me.  They told me they wanted to ‘use’ me.  I said, “Use Me, how?”  They explained a little bit, and I thought, “Okay, what the hell, might be fun.”  So I ran his information, and off we went.

It went something like this.   I have a friend Jocelyn (actual real life friend, whom I actually hate, but whatever), who loves the pipe.  She takes me to her dealer’s place, he tosses a few bags of Happy Dust onto the table, and even sparks us up.  All is well and good, I start to feel good, Jocelyn is feeling good, EVERYBODY is feeling good.  Then, he puts some good ole Hera in it too, and sparks it up for me.  Now I don’t do Hera, only Happy Dust, so I was like, “What the fuck is going on?” Because the effects are almost immediate.  Dude slips me the Chocolate Rock and my skin starts to fucking itch. 

Before I know what the hell is happening, Jocelyn (whom I fucking cannot stand) is fucking making out with me. I’m almost fully undressed, and I have this guys dick buried inside me, but because I’m so fucking elevated, I’m just like, “Oh, this is nice.”, and laughing and shit.

Then this Dude tells Jocelyn to off me while he cums.  What…the…fuck! 

Anyway, the call was actually fun, I had a great time with it.  The next day we do another call, and it’s a continuation of the one we did the day before.  It was some pretty fucked up stuff, but again, I had a great time with it.  I think this is the only time I will be in any form ‘submissive’ because honestly, I just don’t do submission, it’s not for me, but being that the fantasy was so super jacked up, it worked out fine.

Please take note though.  I do NOT do submissive calls, only with this guy because, well, the story line was fucking amazing.  So do not call me up, and want me to crawl to you, because that won’t fucking happen, and I will politely direct you to someone else.  Well, at least as politely as I can. lol

The Torturing Artist

snuff phone sexI like to linger over my handy work.  The way a small, frail body reacts to my touch excites me.  With each and every slap, punch, slice, the skin reacts.  I love welts.  Those are my favorites.  They remind me of the brush strokes that you can see on Oil Paintings.  That is, after all what my work is, Art.  The innocent perfection beneath the scars of pain.  Pretty fucking brilliant if you ask me.  I’m not the only one who stares in fascination at a piece of flesh that swells up, who watches as bruises appear with all their beautiful coloration.  The younger the pet, the more shocking and eye catching this type of art work is.  Perhaps I should open up My own Art Studio.  Put My work on display.  Watch as VIP guests catch their first glimpse of My Masterpieces.  Of course I would have to make this an interactive Art Exhibit.  I am sure a lot of hard cocks would like to come out and experience the heaven inside the outer coating of visual Hell that I created.

Torture Phone Sex

An Open Window Invitation

I will come to them when they least expect it.  Snug, warm, in their beds.  Little heads peaking from beneath covers tucked tightly around them.  Rosie cheeked, soft lipped fuck meat puppets are what they are.  They just do not know it yet, but I do.  All it takes is one unlocked window, one unlocked door, and I consider that my invitation in.  You know, sometimes I do not even do anything.  Sometimes just the fear of something is just as good as the act.

Last summer I was in Michigan.  There was a cabin not far from the one I was staying at.  I would see the family out on the lake.  They would yell, scream, splash, they would have such a great time, like all cookie cutter douche bag families do.  They had one young girl with them, who didn’t do any of that, she would just sit on the grass and watch.  When they were outside cooking, she would sit at the picnic table and just stare out at the water.  Since I am all tactful and shit, I went over there one day and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”  The woman came rushing over and put her arms around her like I had the fucking plague or something.  She goes, “Stay away from her, her sister drown last year and she is having a hard time.” 

What…the…fuck?!? Who the hell takes someone to a place that would remind them of an event like that?…”Oh you just got out of rehab? Great! Glad you’re back, now let’s go buy some crack!”  Jesus!  Actually it made me laugh and think, ‘Why didn’t you think of that Raven.”  That bit of information was all I needed to work out in my warped little brain how to make her vacation all the more special.  I grabbed one of the other screaming things that had come out of the water to towel off and asked her what her sister’s name was.  She told me that the girl wasn’t her sister, but her cousin, like I gave a fuck, I still wanted a name, and not just that name, but the name of the floater too.

For the next three nights, I waited until everyone was asleep, climbed up to where I had seen her at night, and found; luckily for me; no locked windows.  I would climb in there, sit in this one corner, perched up on this low stool, and I would whisper her sister’s name, over and over again.  She would wake up eventually, look into the corner, and I would just lean forward a bit so she could just see the lower part of my face, and say her sister’s name again.  The chick would freak the fuck out!  She would run out of that damn bedroom so fast.  I would just go to the window, climb back out, and wait behind one of the trees.  I bet she thought she was going crazy. 

The last day I saw her,  she was crying and looking upstairs.  The adults had those worried “OMG, what are we going to do” looks on their face.  As they pulled away in their stupid car, I waved and blew them a kiss.  I always wonder if that crying girl remembers the voice in her bedroom, and the dark hooded figure with the alabaster skin, and blood red lips that whispered her dead sister’s name at the lake when she tries to sleep at night, and if she has to draw pictures of it for her Adolescent Psychiatrist.