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Things That Make Them Go Boom

Going through the basement and spring cleaning I found a box of goodies. Left over fireworks from the fourth of July and a couple of little goodies that my friend in the military gave me to play with, a little brick of C-4. I remember when he gave it to me and told me to go blow some shit up I had all kinds of ideas and yet somehow I put it up and forgot about it. But now my cunt is dripping with cum as my mind decides what to do with my goodies. There are a couple of little twits that have been irking my last nerve over the last few months. I have been waiting for something special enough to take care of them and I believe this is it. I can see them shaking and naked right here in my basement, tied face to face. I can feel the sweet softness of their asses as I spread them wide and begin inserting fireworks in them before lighting them and watching as they jump and scream only to become a tangled mess that falls to the floor unable to escape the pain and horror of it. But the best part will come when I drag them to the field behind my house and break off small amounts of C-4, attaching a little piece to a finger and a toe before detonating it. Slowly blowing off bits and pieces of their bodies until I am left with nothing but two bloody torsos. That is when I will use the last of the C-4, placing it between their bellies and detonating it, enjoying the feel of the pieces of flesh blowing apart and hitting me as they fly into indistinguishable chunks of flesh. torture phonesex boom

Cabin Fever…

 

I had to run out to my cabin early this week. I was expecting some company from a friend and his plaything. I just wanted to make sure everything was set up right. It turns me on so much to even walk into this cabin. Hanging on the walls are the knives that I first started with. It floods back all the memories of playing with them. The table in the middle of the room is the first table I ever killed somebody on. It’s a heavy wooden table stained from the years of blood being let out on it. Just walking in and smelling the room gets my pussy dripping. It is like you can smell the fear in here. I make sure that the straps are tights on the table legs. I pull out my little table with all my new knives on it. I set up the videotape and the extra lighting. Because I know my friend John likes to relive his kills. John has a special fetish. It’s a little brutal so it’s right up my alley. I pull out the wooden baseball bats, the brass nipple clamps, the iron spreader bar and the old wooden billy club. That billy club is one of my favorite toys. Since it is as big around as a Pringles can. And it’s an old wooden club. The wood is splinting all up and down it. I hear John pull up into the yard and I wait patiently for him to come inside. He’s dragging with him the most delicious looking little toy. She’s got long fire red hair big pouty lips and skin as pale as ivory. The second she saw me her big green eyes locked on to mine. Even through the gag I could hear her begging for me to help her. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes starting this drizzle down her face. John started laughing as the grabbed a big handful of her hair. He yanked her towards the table by her hair even picking her up off the ground. I liked seeing her dangle there is so much, I grabbed a cinderblock and stood it up under the main beam in the cabin. Then I threw a rope over that beam. John started to smile when he realized what I was doing. He held her up so her feet barely touch the cinderblock. And I threw the rope around her neck in stretched it nice and tight. I tied off the ropes that she had no slack at all. If she moved to much she would hang herself. I pulled out one of my big knives and started to cut her clothes off of her. John just sat back and watched the show. I could see exactly how turned on John was getting. So I looked at his new little fucked toy and told her “You know he is going to fuck you don’t you”. She started to squirm a little.  I left her stretched  there like a rubber band.  As I cut all of her clothes off of her. When she was completely naked you could see those fear goosebumps covering her entire body. I grabbed her nipples so tiny and pink and I pulled and twisted them as hard as I could, until they puckered up for me. I grabbed the nipple clamps and latched them down as tight and hard as I could. She jumped back so fast she fell off her cinderblock. She was swinging like a pinata.  John busted out laughing. We both sat there watching as she was kicking and screaming trying to get her feet back on the block. John picked up the bat and swung hard striking her right in her little ribs. She started swinging that can forth on the rope. Then John hit her again in her hips and then her legs. I loved watching her swinging back and forth. When she stopped kicking very hard I put the cinderblock under her. She stood up as she tried desperately to catch her breath. I walked up to her, looked her dead in the eyes and said “when you fall off the cinderblock, you get beat.” She shook her shaky head yes. I pulled up the big comfy chair for John. I picked up my littlest scalpel and asked John “are you ready to begin?”. He looked like a little one in a candy store as he shook his head yes. I turned back to look at the new little toy and I whispered into her ear “this is going to hurt very badly… If you fall off the cinderblock you get beat. If I have to start over because you get beat it will be so much worse for you.” then I took my little scalpel and started slowly cutting around her cute little pink nipples. John’s got this thing for blood. It really fucking turns him on. I had to tell John to slow down. We’re going to enjoy this little slut for days!

Take Your Punishment

Nothing pleases your Mistress more than seeing fresh meat like you bound and gagged and waiting for me to arrive for your torture session. You know better than to look into my eyes until I have given you that right, and you pass the first test.

Seeing you there, your arms bound above your head hanging from the ceiling, ropes around your chest and ankles get my pussy dripping wet in anticipation at what is in store for my new pet. I see your big thick cock harden and begin to throb when you see me all in black shiny latex and thigh high stiletto boots with a flogger in my hands.

I ask if you’re ready for your punishment, any you mumble yes Mistress. Mmm, very good slave. And then I proceed to whip your body all over with my intimidating leather flogger, you impress me with your strength and fortitude.

It makes me very happy and very wet when I see how hard you are trying to show your Mistress just how serious you are to show me your complete devotion and submission. I remove the ball gag and give you a deep passionate kiss and get onto my knees and ask if you would like your Mistress to tongue your throbbing hard dick that’s just dripping with sticky pre cum.

Oh and you beg and plead for me to, and I give you a little treat and slowly tongue your cock up and down and suck up all your delicious pre cum. You thank me over and over and I accept it but now the fun begins, and I proceed again. It’s going to be such a long night of extreme pleasure and pain, but I have that certain feeling about you and I can’t wait to prove myself right. Are you ready for more?

 

Sweet Little Pussy Lips

torture phonesex angieCastration is such a wonderfully fun procedure. I love it when I can use a dull, rusty blade and make pain so much more intense. I love when the wound gets infected and my newly castrated patient becomes weak with fever which is always followed by them becoming delirious. If course when most people think of castration,the instantly think of males. However I do not discriminate when it comes to administering pain to my victims and I am just as happy castrating young pussy as well. And today I have some sweet young bald pussy lips to remove. Slowly and carefully. No anesthesia is necessary. A nice sterile sharp scalpel is not required. All I need is this sweet young victim, tied to my table. Legs spread wide open with her eyes wide and full of fear. This nice dull knife that has so much rust on it you can’t tell it was ever silver. And this yearning deep in my pussy to draw blood and cause pain. My cunt tingles as I grab that pussy lip and pull it, placing the blade on the top part, pushing the blade into the skin the first drop of blood and the scream flow forth together and my cunt contracts in anticipation of the orgasm that will surely come. torture phonesex casteration

Caught In The Act (Almost)

torture phonesex angieAhhh babysitting the fucking brats again. This has turned out to be a super fucking gig. I love drugging the little bastards and fucking them up. And the parents have no fucking clue how sadistic I get with these little fuckers! I went about our usual routine, feeding them their laced dinner, rubbing my cunt under the table as it gets wetter by the minute. Thinking of all the twisted shit I am going to do tonight. Just as their little heads start to bob I get up and take all their clothes off before tying them to their chairs, legs spread and ankles tied to each leg. I am on my knees and just about to take that little cock in my mouth when I hear the front door open. Fuck me what the fuck are they doing home? They aren’t due back for hours. Standing up and straightening my clothes I emerge from the kitchen to find him there looking through the credenza for something. God I hope he doesn’t go in the kitchen, good thing the little brats can’t do anything but drool at this point. He has forgotten his credit card he thinks it is in his office on his desk. Fuck he has to walk right -past the kitchen. Luckily I am able to keep his attention and keep him looking at me as we pass the doorway. Finally he has his card and is walking out the door, none the wiser. Fuck that was close as shit and as I close the door the rush of almost getting caught sends a wave of cum flowing out of my cunt and down my legs. Time to get back to business. 

Honey

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I hated malls growing up, and I hate them even worse now. There are so many stuck up cunts walking around with their latte’s and coach bags, really pisses me the fuck off. I only went there to upgrade my cell phone since it was the only store local to me, but that’s when it happened. This stupid cunt with her pink everything asked me why I was dressed like it was Halloween. Then those bitchy friends of hers all started laughing. They wouldn’t be laughing for long. I simply stared at her and asked her name. “Honey.” she said, hmm fitting.

I followed that rich cunt home and waited till the wee hours of the morning and rang the doorbell. What a dumb whore. I quickly subdued her and dragged her to my car. It was time for a trip to my Daddy’s farm. His honey bee farm. A place for bitchy “Honey” too!

She was still passed out when I slapped her awake. Oh that look on her face was sheer terror! She tried to struggle, but I had her tied to that utility dolly good! I ripped her nightgown off and I started painting her with pure honey. Oh what a sight. I poured it in her mouth, shoved it up her nose and shot it in her ass and cunt. There was this cute apparatus that I stole from my gynecologist.  You know the one that opens up your cervix? Mm hmm… those bees were gonna find treasure up in there! I put honey on this “Honey” treat all spread eagle like, honey dripping from her gaping cunt,  and her asshole. Hell I even shoved it in her ears.  Can you just imagine how loud and hungry those buzzers are gonna sound in her actual eardrum! Maddening I tell you! My cunt was getting wetter and wetter!

I wheeled in that screaming teen and the crowd went wild! I literally jumped up and down with excitement as this young meat was stung, stung, and stung again. You could see those winged devils crawling everywhere they found a taste of honey. Her bites eventually turning to oozing bloody welts. There were so many bees in her cunt, and down her throat. It was sheer magic.

I bet you would love to have seen this!

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Creep Up On Ya

What’s lurking in those deep dark shadows . . . distorted shapes that seem to be twisting around your ankles, and clawed hands that grab, the sharp fingernails digging in deep. Nightmares come from this inherent fear of the evil that lurks beneath the surface. Do you know what else nightmares are born from? Parties after dark . . . social hour. Everyone believes that more bodies means more safety. Isn’t that the idea behind the so-called “buddy system?” Haha. I know the truth.

More bodies just means more wicked fun. More sinister persuasion. More merciless fucking. All of those scantily-clad whores and drunken rich boys. Gyrating bodies and unsuspecting prey. The great thing about already being on a boat is the fact that there is plenty of rope lying around. This comes in handy when a sick, twisted slut like myself wants to tie up a couple of hos and man whores with tight, circulation deadening sailor’s knots. I like to maim penises. Some chicks like to tie hair bows, but I’m a little different. I especially love the feeling of a firm, juicy, cum-filled ball weighing down heavily in my hand. When the party guests wander off and leave their drinks unattended, I’m looming over the bar, shaking a little bit of magic potion in there to put them fast asleep.

Smoking

Accomplice phone sex with Storm 1I had a special friend call me up for some fun. He normally likes for me to hunt for him and find  some hot little Mama to play with. Once he wanted a pregnant woman. Once he wanted to Mom and her fucking little brats. A few times he’s had me find him a guy, and I won’t even mentioned what he asked for on Valentines Day. He woke me up at 3 AM asking if I could come right over. While I can tell you I don’t get up at 3 AM for just anybody. But John has been a good friend for a long time, and he is very interesting. I do like the crazy things he comes up with. I got dressed and went to the address he gave me. I saw his truck parked out side of this tiny little hut. It was 80° outside and there was smoke Accomplice phone sex with Storm 2coming from the chimney. When I walked up to the hut John was waiting for me with the door open. I could feel the heat pouring out of this little hut. It was like a fucking sauna. John asked me to come in and it was like stepping into hell. The room was filled with smoke and heat. I looked at John and said it’s so hot! John started laughing and told me will that’s how you smoked meat. When I looked around the little hut I realized there was a giant grill in the center of the room. It took up the entire shack. John got this big smile on his face. He walked over to the grill and flipped the lid open and inside this grill was a funking woman. He smoking a fucking woman. I looked at John and asked him what the fuck are you doing and why he needed me there. He said he has been slow roasting this bitch for a few days. I looked and she had a funnel going into her mouth, and then I saw this bitches eyes move. Holy shit she’s still alive! She fucking looks like a beef jerky. I looked at John and asked what the fuck is going on. He said that as long as the heat is on he keeps water or liquid pouring into her. He’s literally cooking the meat while she’s still alive. John said the problem is the first day and a half he could pull her out and fuck her whenever he wanted to. But now he knows if he pulls her out she is going to rip in half and she’s going to die, and that’s where I come in. John needed me to help pull her out, but that wasn’t  all. He was going to fuck this slut one more time. He wanted me to pour water over her pussy while he’s fucking her. I can see it in her eyes, that agony. She wants me to kill her. She’s begging for it. I do love that look, It’s so hot! I’m all in. I pull her out. Start pouring water all over her legs and pussy.  John pushes his way inside of her. He was screaming oh it’s so hot, it’s so hot! When he came inside of her he pushed back on her legs which ripped open like chicken peeling off the bone. I heard some type of sound escape her. Her eyes were wide open! That bitch is still alive! John had me help her put her back in the oven. He closed the door and turned the heat all the way up. Then asked if I wanted to stay for dinner. I had to pass, but I did enjoy the show!Accomplice phone sex 3

Glub Glub

 

torture phonesex angieDay two of torturing the perfect little family. The little girl did so well with boiling water yesterday I thought I would keep the theme up and show her some good old fashioned water torture. War supplies me with so many various methods of water torture and I love each and every one of them. However I have a select few in mind for this girl today. I think it is only fair that since I burned the little thing yesterday and gave her a taste of heat, that I show her the opposite end of the spectrum. Don’t you? I fill the tub with water and ice as they watch all cried out but shivering from the fear. Just looking at their fear filled, tear streaked faces makes my cunt so fucking wet I can barely stand it. As I grab the little one her parents let out desperate cries that make me tingle with goose bumps. I drag her limp body to the tub and throw her in shoving her head under as she struggles against my grasp. Pulling her up, her lips are blue and she is gasping for air. Again and again and again I dunk her under until she passes out. Pulling her out of the water I throw her to the floor with a hard thud bringing her out of her darkness. But I am not done with her yet. I pull the plug draining the freezing water and go to my shelf. One by one I empty jugs of urine into the tub. Not only is this going to be fun but the bacteria from the urine is sure to infect her burns from yesterday. The thought of watching the infection set in makes me cum again. Oh how fun it is to be twisted!

My New Torture Method!

I know I’ve told you how much I like BLOOD and TORTURE but there are sometimes I use torture methods that don’t involve blood, at least at first, lol. One day I was stalking this little bitch and scheming a way to take her and torture her. I waited until late at night, when she was at home alone, and broke into her house and took her by gun point. I duct taped her mouth and dragged her by her hair to my car and throw her in the front seat. I drive with my gun pointed at her head telling her not to move or scream. I am taking her to my abandoned torture house. I have a new torture device I plan on using tonight. I have built this new contraption where I can chain up her legs and hook them on this device that is used to lift slaughtered cattle up in the air. Underneath is a tank full of water. So I get to my warehouse of torture and I drag the little bitch into it. I have her sit on a chair and I proceed to put chains around her ankles and padlock them. I push a button on my contraption and it starts to raise her up above the water. I lower her into the water and keep her head under for a while and then pull her back out. Then I dunk her head under the water again and keep it there for a while and then pull her head back out. This type of torture is called water bondage and it is a lot of fun! I could do this all night long! I keep dunking her head in and out of the water holding her in longer and longer. Finally the last time I do it I just keep her head underneath the water until she stopped struggling and she was dead. Totally different torture device for me but totally fun!