I can still hear the echo of her screams in the black darkness of the night. The air is damp and cool as the slight breeze rustles the leaves of the trees that surround my glorious alter. Her body is almost lifeless and I can barely see the movement of her chest as she takes shallow breaths. She is a fighter I have to give her credit for that. I have inflicted more pain then most mere mortals can stand and still she hangs on to her pathetic little life. Her blood is still warm as it drips down the sides of the grey alter that she is laying on. It has been a long time since I have tasted a still beating heart. The thick salty taste of blood with just a hint of iron, the feel of the muscle that we all equate with love, still pulsating as I sink my teeth into it and rip a piece of it off savoring every thing about what I am ingesting. I must act now before the last beat passes and I miss my chance.
Category: Evil phone sex
The Last Heart Beat
Fantasy Phone Sex Gone Wild
Ever since I started hitchhiking my way across our amazing country, I’ve had some crazy interesting chats. I’ve been tied up, cut, slapped, punched, choked, kicked, stabbed, shot, strangled, mutilated, and aggressively fucked time and time again. It’s really opened my eyes to the pleasures that can be had through pain and suffering.
I made a new friend the other day, and just today, she told me about one of her sites. https://darkfantasiesphonesex.com/
Apparently, it’s full of girls who live out a man’s deepest, darkest desires on a daily basis. Nothing is taboo, no topics are off limits, and no boundaries can be found anywhere at any time. She told me stories of some of the girls she works with. My adventures paled in comparison to the dark, sadistic pleasures that those ladies have. I have lots of learning to do, and lots of growing too, but I hope one day to find myself on https://darkfantasiesphonesex.com/. Nothing would please me more than knowing that I can fulfill a man’s deepest and most deliciously painful fantasies.
The Artist and The Young voice phone sex slut.
Have you ever had a Young voice phone sex slut that will make you do anything? Ever wanted someone to take charge and make you worship her body? My Young voice phone sex will make you do anything I tell you. It’s like being lost in a spell. Well it might be a spell, you never know with me. I had a caller who did every little thing I told him to do and his screams made my pussy dripping wet. We will call this caller Joe. Joe called me think he could make me his bitch. Obviously he can not fucking read. No one and I mean No one can break me. My Young voice phone sex call had him begging for mercy before I hung up on him just so he can suffer. Joe was a painter, he loved to paint evil painting. Lots of blood and torture in his paintings. I made him lube up his dick and tease his cock with the brush of the paint brush. I told him I wanted him to paint me my own special picture but using only his cock. He was going to dip his little dick in paint and slap it around on the canvas. But my young voice instructed him step by step on sliding the tip of his paint brush into his tiny pathetic cock. Listening to his moans and painful cry’s as he shoved the thick wooden paint brush handle into his dick hole. I made him rub his cock until he cam.. But nothing could come out because his dick hole was plugged up. I continued to force him to rub his cock over and over building up his cum loads inside of his cock. The pressure was building up behind that paint brush. It ripped the head of his cock in half… Then I made him paint me a picture using real blood.
Snuff sex is the best sex!
Snuff sex is the best kind of sex as far as I am concerned. I like to watch a bitch suffer unimaginable pain, I want to hear her screaming and begging for her worthless life, I want to feel her blood on my skin. I seriously don’t think I could even get off on regular boring vanilla sex so I don’t even try, it’s snuff sex or no sex with me! You and I can go hunting, we’ll find the perfect little bitch to kill, she’ll be small and delicate and oh so very young… we’ll make her grow up in a hurry though, won’t we? I’ll hold the bitch down while you force all of her little virgin fuck holes open and we will listen to her screaming and get off on it. We will take our time, lets make this last because snuff sex should be savored, never rushed! And in the end, she will beg us to kill her and that is one request I will be happy to grant!
Help Use My Little Sisters
Need a subby teen accomplice baby? I got something for you! I know what you want is to DEYSTROY a little cunt, so I’ll tell you all about my favorite hobby as a teen whore who is a submissive too. I am always getting tied up and ‘forced’ into helping guys use my little sisters my sweet little ones who beg for help but I get wet when they do. I know I am bad and I accept it so I just let them do what they want! Actually all I do now is have my cunt bend over and over again. Because guys like em NICE AND YOUNG! The younger the better they always say and I can’t even blame them cuz those ripe little cunts beg to be abused and used, I swear. They need to be ruined and crying and wailing to possibly no point of return. This what they are here for and it’s everything you ever imagined and more.
Snuff Party
I got invited into this snuff mask party and did not know what to expect. So I got dressed up in this black tight lacy lingerie, and a beautiful mask. When I got there, there was masked guys with no shirts on every where. They where so fucking sexy and my pussy got instantly fucking wet. I went into a room and there where only 2 guys there and they where so fucking hot. I went over to them and they just started rubbing there hands all over my body and it felt so amazing. This is the first time I haven’t felt scared when it comes tp snuff. I just enjoyed them rubbing my body and licking my pussy and holding his chest as I am bent over. I love this fucking party.
Ang The Impaler
Watching an old black and white, the images flash on the screen. Even though the picture has no color, I can see the bright red of the blood as it drips from the severed neck and down the stakes. Vlad the Impaler was a ruthless and feared ruler. I admire his style. I don’t know when my eyes became heavy and I was transported to that place that no one else would dare to go. My dream state where my sub conscious allows the demons of my desires to roam free, unencumbered. There she was with her dirty blonde hair and her big brown eyes. Innocence was reflected in her face and body language. I could feel the evil inside me tugging at my black heart, beckoning me to act on the dark desires that were washing over me. Slowly I approached her, smiling. As soon as I was close enough I brushed the hair from her face. The feel of her skin sent a burn of fire through me. Pushing her up against the wall I secured the leather straps around her wrists and ankles before fastening the metal halo around her head, rendering her completely immobile. Stocking the fire I placed the sharpened end of the first metal spear in the flame waiting for it to glow red hot. I could feel my cunt pulsating as I raised the spear and took aim. the first throw hit her just under the ribs. her screams pierced the air as the spear pierced her skin and the sound of her skin sizzling as the spear cauterized the flesh made my nipples tingle with delight. It would take some practice to perfect my aim.
Maid To Order
I knew as soon as I saw him that he would be my slave. I could tell by the way he carried himself that he had little to no self esteem. Kind of geeky looking he looked like he had never been laid.
Striking up a conversation was harder then I thought it would be. If you looked up the word “introvert” in the dictionary, his picture would be front and center. Pulling him out of his shell enough to get him to agree to come over for dinner was a huge challenge but with each small victory my cunt got wetter and wetter.
As soon as we walked in the door of my house the humiliation began. Ripping his clothes off leaving them in a shredded heap at his feet, his face was priceless. His attempt at modesty was feeble and unsuccessful. Laughing at his skinny body with no muscle or definition, I threw him a little white maid apron before grabbing my leather ridding crop and cracking his flat ass with it. A lone tear streaked down his face serving to increase my desire to mold him into the perfect, subservient, slave. He would soon learn that to displease me would be very painful indeed.
I’m A Thieving Maid Who Must Be Punished
When I awoke and found a sexy maid outfit laid out before me, I thought Daddy wanted me to roleplay with him again. When I went downstairs, I found out I was wrong. I was being sent to be another man’s maid for the day. The man walked me to the car and placed me inside. Once we pulled up to his house, he told me he had no use for a slut, but needed a maid and that is how I would pay off Daddy’s debts. I went about my duties, scrubbing everything in sight.
A bit later, I felt a hand go around my neck. He wanted to know where his wife’s jewels were. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I could not have answered anyway because his strong hands were squeezing my neck so hard. Her pulled me by my neck to a room I had not yet been in, but it was familiar. This was his BDSM room. So, my new master did want a slut, but he needed a roleplay first. He strapped me down so tightly I could barely wiggle my toes or fingers. My legs were spread wide. He put a large dildo into my pussy, stretching me so much I felt my pussy was ripping open. This was followed by a giant butt plug. He forced this into me. I was sure I was torn as I could feel blood trickle from my ass. He stood by the bed, surveying the damage, holding a belt up high. As he walked around, he cracked the belt sharply several times and then I felt it. He brought the belt down hard on my filled ass, raising welts and drawing blood. Just as I was expecting another blow, he sat on my back, putting the belt around my neck. He tightened and tightened, sending my world into blackness.
Hurt me, baby
Being awakened with smelling salts while every orifice is being fucked by someone is a shock to the system. I have never felt so afraid, and so ALIVE. My hair was being pulled, I was being spit on, punched and kicked, while also being fucked in the ass with a large object while a cock thrust in and out of my pussy with an aggression I haven’t felt before. Fingernails scratched me. I was slapped in the face and bitten. Just when I thought it was over, I felt an electric current ripping through my body, starting with each nipple. Then, it moved on to my pussy. It hurt, TOO MUCH. I begged them to stop, but I only heard laughter.
Next came out the knives. They were throwing them at me as I lay strapped to a board. I knew it would be over soon. As the blade tore into my flesh and I felt the warm blood start to trickle out, I heard more laughter and more knives.