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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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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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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….

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.

Hunting Snow Bunnies

He unloaded us off the back of his truck. He shoved our naked and cold bodies into the snow and told us to run for our lives. You pulled up, along with the other men who had paid for the hunt, and sat and watched as we ran like hell out into the cold forrest. Many of us already bleeding and falling down in the slippery snow. Gorgeous snow bunnies, bought and paid for. You felt your gun, and checked your jacket for extra bullets. Thats when I ran past your truck. I saw you glance at me as I ran, and our eyes met.

You didn’t look at me like a person, but like I was a rabbit, a piece of meat. Your prey. And I knew in that moment that you would be coming after me. You had chosen me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran naked through the blinding snow. My barefeet began to go numb and I was barely out of your sight before the gunshot went off signalling the start of the hunt. You got out of your truck, grabbed your gun, and moved slowly in the direction I had ran.

I stopped and knelt behind a log, freezing and terrified. My nipples were hard from the extreme cold, and my pussy had ice forming from the moisture. Then I saw you. A figure off in the distance, but I recognized your vest. I was right, you had chosen me over all the other girls. I was going to be your prize. You wanted my body to hang above your fireplace. I panicked and started running again. I knew I wouldn’t last long in the cold. But I had a choice to freeze to death or to be taken down by you like a wild animal.

I ran as far as I could and decided to hide. I had lost track of time and place and I knew you would be able to follow my prints in the snow. I had no escape. I began to lose consciousness from the froxzen weather, and I laid down in the snow to rest for a moment. As my vision cleared, I saw you there, standing above me. Your gun was at your side, and you began to unzip your thick pants. I couldn’t move or resist as you fucked me, your little snow bunny, right there in the snow. You came deep inside me, flavoring your meat.

When you were done, you stood up, stepped back, and raised your gun. Our eyes met again, and I heard a loud popping sound. The last thing I saw was my blood coloring the snow bright red……

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Revenge Fantasies

bloody phone sex knife play snuffI was watching some stupid ass old TV show last night called The Love Boat. Corny as hell, but it gave me sweet dreams of murder and mayhem. I dreamed I was on The Bloody Boat, along with all the bitches and tools that were mean to me in my life. In my version,  I was Venus, the evil cruise director. Every room was rigged with some torture device fitting for whatever offense that individual committed against me. Make a great horror film, don’t you think? Just need an accomplice or 6 to help me execute all the bullies and mean girls from our youth. Think about it, all the unsuspecting morons we hated under one roof, held captive at sea. We could torture, mutilate and kill them all. Dump their bodies into the sea to be shark bait.

So many scenarios. We could poison them at dinner, rendering them sluggish making it easy to slaughter them. We could gas them in the ballroom, but that would be too quick of a kill and hence no fun really. We could design rooms like in the Saw movies with torture devices. Each person has to decide how bad they really want to live. What extreme measures are they willing to take to spare their worthless lives? Or, we could use my knife collection, sneak into their rooms at night and butcher each one in their sleep like a serial killer. The possibilities are endless. I love revenge kills. Revenge fantasies.

I just need the right evil minded accomplice to help me flesh out my fantasy kill. Is that you?

Watching

You have her tied to the bed, and me tied up in the corner. I can only assume you’re about to make me watch something I don’t want to see. She is so young and tiny and scared. Her little naked body is stretched as far as it can go – each arm and leg spread to the four posts of the bed and tied tightly. Her ankles and wrists are bleeding from her attempts to get loose. The ropes have dug into her flesh and her face is stained with tears. Her front teeth are missing, and I don’t know if you did that or if its simply her age.

You enter the room and come over to me. My body trembles in fear. You stroke my hair, seemingly with affention. You tell me that I get to watch  today. You tell me that I get to see how to deflower a princess. I hate that your voice is so soothing and makes my cunt tingle. I can’t even look in your eyes because you terrify me so much, but I can’t help but need you and want you. You walk over to the bed and the girl starts to squirm again, screaming a shrill little girl’s scream.

I try to look away, but I cant, as you pull a metal rod out from under the bed. It is about 3 feet long, 5 inches in diameter, and already has blood dried on it. The girls eyes bulge at the site of it and she loses her breath, unable to even scream anymore. I want to beg you to stop, but I know better than to speak. I keep my head down, but watch you with my eyes. You take the metal rod and swing it with all your strength into her stomach. Her body is tied so tight she hardly even moves from the strike, but I hear her ribs crunch inside of her. Blood begins to pour from her mouth.

You wipe the blood from her mouth onto the end of the rod and then move it down between her legs. You position it perfectly to jam it directly inside her as she starts choking on her blood, trying to scream again. With one strong thrust, you jam the rod so far inside of her that I know her tiny womb had to be destroyed. Blood pours out around the rod as you twist it even further up inside her. I feel sick to my stomach, but I can’t take my eyes away from her demolished little cunny.

You turn around and look at me, to make sure I am watching. Then you pull the rod out of her tiny body. At least 16 inches of it are covered in her fresh blood. You dribble the blood over her naked body as she convulses. I know she is of no use to you now. She has been deflowered and you have lost interest. I watch as you raise the rod over your head with both hands like an ax, and swing it down onto her face, crushing her skull with one hit. Blood splatters so far that it lands at my feet. You toss the rod on the bed next to her dead body and leave the room.

I know this is where I will be sleeping tonight. Tied in this chair, in the dark, with her corpse in the bed. You know how to break us sluts. I already have the evil thoughts and I am actually happy it was her instead of me. You’re making monsters out of us by fucking with our minds. I no longer feel shock, or even pity, just exhaustion. I lean my head against wall and close my eyes to sleep.