Taboo Phone Sex With Belle; Bite Me!

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I think that it might be clear to say that I have a little bit of an obsession with monsters, or well vampires to be exact. I can not seem to get over it. Even when I am watching movies of having someone’s throat ripped out or being sucked on, I get wet, just seeing it. Even though I know it might not be real.

Just something about a strong aggressive man that likes blood that turns me on. I just want to have all kinds of taboo phone sex with that type of man. And if by chance you like to bite, then please do!  I would love to have my sweet young cunt slammed nice and hard with your big fat fuckrod of a cock! I fell asleep playing with my cunt thinking about this and vampires.

 

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I guess I started dreaming, but it felt so real. I was walking up to an old creepy house. My body tingled with each step I took. I could feel the hairs standing up on me neck and feel my cunt juices starting to flow. For some reason I knew I was heading towards a vampire lair. But when I looked down at my hand, I seen a stake. I wasn’t meant to have fun with the blood suckers I was meant to kill them. I knew that. But I did not want to. I just wanted to play with them. I opened the door and all was quiet. I started to creep up stairs and peeked into a room and seen just one vamp. He was laying across his bed. Before I even knew that he wasn’t asleep I was being pushed up against the wall.

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Being restrained where I could not fight back! Part of me didn’t want to.  After a while I just gave in fully. I always wanted to be taken like this any way. Shoved up against the wall and had my underwear shoved down… He fucked me so good. I couldn’t help but cum all over his cock. After he shot his load inside of me I felt revived but deep down I knew what I had to do. I had to end him. And I did just that. I caught him off guard and picked up the stake and stabbed him deep in his heart causing him to fall to the ground. I didn’t want to be too cold hearted so I buried him in a grave out past his house.

 

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Even after I woke up and realized it was a dream, I still touched myself thinking about it. I came so hard that morning. I love dreams like that!!

 

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Dial Now for Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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I’m all over some rape phone sex fantasy decadence. Your such a little bitch and you thought you would get away with being a sleaze ball to me?! Well think again bitch. You just signed yourself away as my very own Bitchboy, you pathetic excuse for a man. And yeah your banned from my bar also.

The best part of me now owning you is that I can sweet text you into visiting me at my bar. Yes, your still banned and you forget all about that until the two large door men hover over you. Looks like you will be getting a beat down by my guys and dragged to the basement.

Down in the pubs basement bloody bruised and fucked up your tied leaning across a steel table. Your naked and that ass of yours is about to be owned and fucked over and over by my big Ogre like doormen. Of course I get first dibs and I punch you as I spread your bitch ass cheeks and impale it with my huge black strap on cock.

As I finish up fucking your ass I come around and force my filth coated dick down your throat making you clean it. As your gagging on your ass juice and my big fat cock your being taken by one of my Ogres. Their cocks are a good fucking 9″ thick and 15″ long. These guys are gaping your ass and making it bleed as they laugh their deep penetrating laughs. You pass out and they keep fucking you and cumming in your ass.

Finally, you come to and find yourself strapped down in an abandoned psychiatric hospital. I’m standing over you grinning with a Victorian bone saw in my hand. Shuddering you look down and notice a huge blood stain in the front of your hospital gown and feel week. Passing out from blood loss and shock you hear me laughing more.

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Coming back out of unconsciousness you find yourself in the middle of 10 Ogre men gang banging your near dead body into full corpsedom. I discard you since I hate rotting flesh so the Ogres get to feed you to their pet crocodiles as a treat.

Batter Up

You wake us up in the middle of the night, and I can tell you’re high as hell. You’re holding something in your hand… what is that? Some sort of baseball bat? You clang it against the bars of my cell and announce that its time for Batting practice. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see that you are indeed holding a bat, but around the end of the bat you have wound some sharp and rusty barbed wire. My blood runs cold, wondering what your plans are for that bat.

You drag me by my hair to the middle of the dungeon. I cower and lower my head, thinking you are going to bash my brains in with your new toy. Instead you kick me under the chin and Iland onmy back. You tell me, “spread ’em, you filthy fucking whore”. Thats when I knew where that bat was going. But I had to do as i was told, and I laid back on the cold dirt floor and spread my legs for you. I grabbed my ankles, turned my head and closed my eyes.

With one swift motion you thrust the bat and all its barbed wire right up my cunt. It tore me to shreds on the way in, and I could barely scream as it continued to ravage my insides. You twisted and turned it, laughing like a maniac the entire time. Some of the other slut slaves were crying, knowing they would be getting their chance at bat tonight, too. You pumped it inside my cunt, blood everywhere, and I could feel the barbs tearing my flesh like a fish that couldn’t escape the hook.

You began to try to yank it out and parts of me and the walls of my vagina came out with it. The bat was covered in blood and gore and you looked at it in amazement. I laid there, legs still spread, afraid to move. You went to the next slave’s cell, opened the door, and said “Batter Up!”

Tortured Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bloody Bats

torture phone sex evil submissiveI went  to sleep in my bed, but woke up in a dingy basement.  I was cuffed to a cell door. I heard screaming. Someone was being tortured.  Darkness was all around me. I heard a strange noise. It was a fast clicking sound, almost chirping. It was getting louder and louder but not loud enough to drown out the horrific screaming. Then I could feel it. Tiny claws on my legs, or was it teeth? My flesh was being bitten, scratched it was painful. My hands were bound so I had no choice but to let the creatures tear my flesh.

The screaming got louder, then sudden silence. Silence is never a good sign. At least if screaming, still breathing. I said hello several times.  I heard another woman’s voice say hello back. Then another and another and another. There were at least 10 other women in cells too. We tried to keep each other calm.  They too had something living in the cell with them, eating their flesh. Rats? Then another woman started screaming. This went on and on for hours. Screaming then silence. It was harrowing. Before long it was just me and the woman in the next cell. Then I heard the keys and her struggling. After a few minutes she started screaming. I was yelling frantically. Then keys unlocked my cell, I was dragged by my hair in the dark and the lights came on.

torture phone sex sodomized whoreI wanted to puke. I never seen such carnage. Dead bloody women with baseball bats shoved up their asses piled up like garbage. The baseball bats covered in blood. Shit, blood, urine, and human tissue on the floor. Bats drinking out of bowls of blood. Women were being sodomized to death to feed bats? That must have been what was biting my flesh. I was so scared. I was the only woman left. Only one still alive. I begged to be spared. Explained I came from money, that my parents would pay good money for my life. Money was not what they wanted.  He dragged me to the center of the floor. Made me suck the bat that would likely kill me, eviscerate me. While I was face down, I grabbed the bowls of blood on either side of me and threw them on my tormentor. The bats swarmed him like bees on honey giving me my moment. I grabbed the bat and swung hard against the back of his head. I heard his skull crack. He fell to the floor, blood gushing out his head. The bats were drinking his blood.

Perhaps if I had  not been the last chosen for death, I would not have walked out of that torture chamber alone. Apparently my will to survive is stronger than I imagined. I had my captor’s blood on my hands and it made my cunt wet. I love survival games. Being pushed to my limits, forced to survive. Maybe with you I will live, maybe I won’t.

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I am the Queen of taboo phone sex!

taboo phone sexI have always been fascinated by evil, not boring everyday bullshit, I’m talking true fucking evil like a twisted deal with the devil kind of shit.I think that is why I enjoy taboo phone sex so much, it brings twisted fantasies right to me. People may think I am crazy but is communing with the devil any different than your pathetic religion? The only difference I see is that my Lord actually shows himself while your pitiful god hides himself and ignores your prayers. That is how I ended up an accomplice to a different sort of being last night, he was male but definitely not human. I had found an abandoned mortuary that was isolated enough for my purposes a few weeks ago and last night I went there to summon my demons. I had a virgin to sacrifice to them, she was a small and delicate little bitch with blonde hair and blue eyes and to my delight she was absolutely terrified. I had her restrained to to the mortuary table, she was completely naked and begging me to let her go home to her mommy. I told her that she was my whore now and that she would never ever see her stupid mommy again. All of her whining and begging stopped immediately though as soon as my Lord showed up, he is a terrifying specter over eight feet tall with ragged wings, sharp fangs and a three foot long cock that was rock hard and ready to impale her. He stared deeply into her eyes and she was frozen, she couldn’t even whimper as he came closer all she could do is lie there shaking, waiting for the torment to end. But it was only just beginning, we had the whole night to torture that little whore and we used every moment we had to make her suffer unimaginable agony. When he finally shoved his massive cock inside her, she was eager for it, she was hoping for her suffering to end with her death but she couldn’t have been more wrong. His enormous cock ripped her tiny body in half and as she died her soul flew straight to hell where she would be tormented for eternity.

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Accomplice Phone Sex with Reagan * The House of Blood and Puke

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I don’t enjoy fucking like your average whore would, that is why I love when I get accomplice phone sex calls. You see, sex for me is not about emotions at all, in fact it is just a rush of adrenaline. My cunt pulsates when I see fear in your eyes. But I do know some evil bitches that love sex for what it is, and live to get fucked. And they will stop at nothing to get fucked. Sex for them is a drug addiction, just like fear and chaos is mine.

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Take for instance my sadistic friend Dusty. She is one hardcore bitch. She is one cunt you do not want to piss off. Playing with Dusty is wicked fun, especially when one of us has a dumb bitch to fuck up. I love how she has no hesitation to take someone’s life, to degrade and humiliate them even in death.. but she sure does like to take her time.. and make for damned sure her play-toy knows that she is enjoying their misery.

So me and Dusty were out drinking last night at the local bar when this dumb tramp fucking puked all over Dusty’s bike! I don’t think I have ever seen her act so calm.. and that was what was kinda scary. She just grabbed the back of her head and threw her in my trunk and we than decided to have some fun with this boozing bitch. She was so drunk she did not even realize we had taken her to this old abandoned house on the outskirts of town.

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That is when the fun began. We called a few of her biker buddies and carved this bitch up good! Watching those guys tear into her drunken body while Dusty cut her up was intoxicating. There was so much blood and cum, so much fear. I sat hypnotized with my cunt in my hand as those big strong bikers tore off her limbs one at a time.. her screams just set my disturbed sex on fire.. and no one could hear that screaming puking cunt.. oh and she continued to puke.. with each body part tossed aside..

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Tricks and Treats “Cannibal Anniversary Part I”

snuff phone sex magentaWhat’s my “trick”? I get her to go trick-or-treating with me, which isn’t easy. She thinks going out on Halloween to trick-or-treat is for little brats, not her. She’d rather dress like her friends who think they know what to do with their new curves, pert little boobs, and sweet untried pussies. Her costume is a “slutty vampire” and I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing when she walks downstairs practically tripping over her high heels she’s never worn before. Her corset is cinched tight, pushing her small breast up into a hint of cleavage; her skirt is short, showing off long legs that would one day be a knock out on a more mature woman that she will never become .
She gets excited when I tell her we will be doing our own form of “treats”, by stopping at your house and picking up some weed before we go party (like FOR REALZ college girls!). She all but claps her hands and squeals, making her whoreish make up even more out place on her young, innocent face. I text you and send you a selfie with her arm around me. I tell you to get the room ready, that I was bringing you a romantic dinner for just the two of us.
On the ride to your house all I can think of is how much I look forward to watching the expression on her face when she realizes just how much danger she is in. My mouth salivates and my pussy gets wet when I imagine her struggling in the cuffs and ropes you are prepping at that very moment. She prattles on about things that are about to no longer matter; school, boys, her big life plans…unaware that she is about to get kidnapped, stripped, bound, abused, raped, snuffed, and eaten by a pair of cannibals for their romantic anniversary dinner!
To be continued….

Taboo Phone Sex Organ Strainer

I live to serve you. Tonight is the night of your special dinner party. I can hear the guests arriving upstairs. I can smell the cigar smoke and the perfume wafting down through the grates in the walls. The music, so creepy, and I can’t imagine who these freaks are that you have me make these drinks for. You’ve got me dressed in new black lingerie. Its the only time of year I get to wear “clothes”. It barely covers the bruises and scars you have inflicted on me, but dare I say I still feel pretty?

You come down to the dungeon and tell me to prepare the cocktails. I hope that the rest of the slave sluts will supply enough blood to make your party a success. Last year I wasn’t so lucky and you beat me unconscious for not doing my job. I wasn’t going to let you down, I had a plan and a secret tool. I had found a small strainer in one of your torture toolboxes, and I knew it would help me get every drop of blood I could out of the other pathetic whores traopped down here with me.

I have a tray of glasses, and take my knife and strainer into the first slave’s cell. She tries to crawl away, but she is too weak. As I suspected, cutting her wrists yielded practically nothing. Not enough to even fill two cocktails on the tray. She has been bled so many times to satisfy your own appetite, that flowing blood is hard to come by. I raise the knife to her left tit and she begs me not to kill her. But there is no other way to get the blood out. I ram the knife into her chest and twist and turn it until I can reachin and grab her still beating heart.

Her eyes go glassy as I pull it from her chest. I hold it over the third wine glass, and squeeze it like an orange. Blood pours out, and the smell is so fresh and metallic.  I am able to fill a  few more glasses, and then I take her heart, as she watches unable to move any longer, and cut it into smaller pieces. I take each piece and put it in the strainer. I squeeze each piece like little sponges full of blood, into the remaining glasses. This was working perfect, I would be able to squeeze every drop of blood out of these slaves tonight.

I take the first tray upstairs and serve your guests. They marvel over the fresh blood cocktails and drink them. You pat me on the bottom, and send me back downstairs with the empty tray to get your guests another round of drinks for your Taboo Phone Sex CockTail Party….

Accomplice Phone Sex with Venus: Let’s Hunt Our Dinner

accomplice phone sex kill torturtureLooking for accomplice phone sex? Well, I am a sadistic bitch always hunting prey, which is always more fun with an equally twisted partner. Winter is approaching and I have this creepy little cabin in the mountains where bodies are easily hidden. You see hunting prey in the snow is better because no one will find the bodies for months. And, if they do, they are in an advanced stage of decomposition making identification difficult.  My little kill shack is off the beaten path, but near enough to a ski lodge that we can kidnap victims easily. You would be amazed how many novice skiers get off the bunny slope and end up in my backyard by mistake, which makes them trespassers, which makes them free to hunt.  It is just as easy to stalk our prey at the nearby ski lodge too. Hell this last time, my accomplice John and I just told this couple we wanted to have them for dinner. Once they arrived, we were liberal with the libations to cushion the blow that we were literally going to have them for dinner. The blizzard had rendered us unable to get to the store and our food supply was dwindling. Flesh may not be our preferred choice of meat, but the will to survive sometimes calls for extreme measures. Funny, how no couple believes us until we show them the chainsaw, knives, bow and arrows…

accomplice phone sex killer preyWe like to hunt; it’s an art form. Anything worth having is worth working for, and dinner is no exception. Hunting your food not only makes it taste better, but gives you a better appreciation for the gift of sustenance. We like to make it challenging so we give dinner a head start. Amanda and Jim were provided snow shoes, and a survival back pack that included a compass, protein bars, bottled water and heat packs. It was snowing really hard, which made this hunt more challenging because we could not follow their tracks. Turns out that was really not a problem because Amanda and Jim were dumbasses. You are being hunted by two strangers, in the mountains, in the snow and you pee?  Not up against a tree, but along your trail. They gave us a urine road map straight to them. Guess maybe giving them wine was not really fair. John and I were in the woods not very long when we picked up the scent of human piss. From there it was easy to track them. We actually spotted them early in the hunt, but where is the fun in killing your prey, even stupid prey, so soon? We let them think they were smarter than us. We let them think they might actually escape our horror winter wonderland. We gave them until sunrise. Stalked them, laughed at how stupid they were. They apparently never thought to use the compass we gave them. I was not feeling bad at all about eating them. Stupid  people don’t taste worse than smart people. You just feel better eradicating more stupidity in the world.

accomplice phone sex cannabalismThey got to this ice pond and well, my tummy was gurgling. John and I were in agreement that the hunt was over. I got all Catniss like, drew my bow and got Amanda right in the head, then her meaty companion. Their blood spilled onto the ice turning it a crimson red. We scooped up their dead carcasses, attached them to a thick branch we found, and carried them back to the cabin to join us for supper. In the basement, John used his chainsaw to sever the body parts. I used my knives to skin the flesh off the bones. I cut out the organs to freeze for later meals, and used the flesh to make a nice hearty stew. The skin of two healthy  humans makes enough flesh stew to feed two for at least a month.  Throw in some potatoes and seasonings and  I swear it taste like chicken soup.

My sexy accomplice threw the bones and clothes out back. Either the coyotes  will carry it away, or the snow will bury the evidence of our survival games. John and I hunt well together. We fuck like wild animals after every kill too. Hunting our dinner is foreplay. Having an accomplice that understands your dark desires, your taboo fantasies, your sick pleasures is important. Life is too short to kill alone. Let’s hunt, kill and fuck together.

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Cooking With Raven

Accomplice phone sexWelcome to my kitchen.  It’s a bit of a mess, but no worries.  Today we are going to be making the best cupcakes EVER!  Sure you can get cupcakes anywhere, but these…THESE are extra special.  They are not only made with a false sense of love and care, they are made with blood, sweat and tears.  Not mine mind you, but they are used none the less.  First, you will need to find an unwilling victim.  This is easy, just grab someone.  Next, you will want to make sure they have good veins.  I would stay away from any type of Intravenous drug user, or drug user of any type.  Who wants cupcakes all Herioney tasting? Not me.  I suggest something sweet, young, and innocent.  Full of spice and everything nice don’t you know.  You want to make sure they are trussed up nice and tight at this point, because this is how you get those blood sweat and tears I was speaking of earlier.  The secret ingredient so to speak.

Rape phone sex fantasiesYou will want to take a kitchen utensil, whatever is handy.  I am using a spoon for demonstration purposes.  You take your utensil of choice and start shoving it into places no kitchen utensil should ever been shoved.  Up little tight cunts, small tight assholes, back of throats, or just skip the utensil all together and use glass.  I only use the spoon to get the sweat and tears really, glass however is used for the blood.  I find that a few pieces jammed into the lower part of the inside arm in a diagonal direction seems to produce the best amount of blood.  Put the blood, the tears that you have collected, and some sweat from their forehead into a mixing bowl along with some Betty Crocker cake mix.  Your choice of flavor, it’s fucking Betty Crocker, all her shit is good.  Then mix and bake according to the directions on the package.  Do NOT remove the glass from the arm, you will need that in the next step.  After you have taken them out of the oven, place the hot from the oven cupcake pan on your victims back to cool.  Once they have cooled, it is time to decorate.

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Grab a can of frosting, swirl that shit on top, then for the piece de resistance…remove those glass shards from your young thing’s arm. Make sure you are careful not to drip any blood until you get to the frosted cupcake.  Shaking your hand from side to side, while holding the glass firmly between your thumb and forefinger splatter the top of the cupcake.  Go all Jackson Pollack on it.  Then simply place the glass into the cupcake to complete the decoration process!  Now you have a very dangerous yet rather tasty cupcake.  Feel free to give them to people you hate for a memorable gift.