Category: Evil phone sex

No Strap Needed

When you told me I was going to fuck the new slave whore, I figured you meant with a strap on… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t mean it that way at all. You bathed me, got me dolled up, and placed me on the big wooden table. For a fleeting moment I thought maybe you were going to fuck me, the way you used to. But I am too pathetic, and even cleaned up I am hardly desirable enough for you. You want the new slaves. the sluts with the fresh bright red blood.

Tonight you were going to make sure you got just that. You propped my knees up, and spread my legs. I could feel your rough hands on my inner thighs and I longed for your hands inside my pussy… But instead, you picked up a knife. My heart started to pound as I thought you were going to slice my pussy and give me what I need so badly. But then you flipped the knife around and stuck the handle end into my cunt. Ughhh. Not what I needed at all.

So there I lay, with a blade sticking out of my pussy like a sharp metal cock. You grab the newest, and smallest, of the sluts, and drag her over to to the table. You easily lift her up and make her straddle me. She sees the knife and begins to cry. If she only knew that only makes you want blood more…. The poor pathetic waste of space. And yet, I am jealous. She will get all your lust tonight, and she won’t even want it the way I do. You lift her by her hips, her pussy quivering over the tip of the knife. Her hands tied behind her, her strength gone.

You hold her there and tell her she is going to ride my “cock”. She starts to scream, but its too late, as you drop her down onto the blade and it slices so quick and clean deep inside her little cunny. She loses her breath and can’t make a sound as the pain fron the blade races through her body and hits her brain. I begin to grind my hips up into her, fucking her with the blade, being the good slave slut you taught me to be. Her blood pours out of her cunt, all over mine, and you begin to kick her bloody clit as I continue to fuck her.

She catches some air and instead of screaming she starts to moan. Your tongue on her bloody clit and my sharp “cock” fucking her insides is exactly what she needed. The little whore begins to grind back down on me, and I know she is under your control now. She will want you forever, the same way I do…. but you don’t ever keep anything forever…

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.

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. 

Taboo Phone Sex with Venus on Halloween

taboo phone sex goth girlEvery full moon, something comes over me. I seem to become more homicidal. Like a werewolf, I cannot control my urges. Combine a full moon with Halloween night and I make Michael Myers look like Hello Kitty.  I know it’s taboo, but I want to kill some innocent young flesh on Halloween night. I have my knife collection out and ready. I have a bayonet, a switch blade, a dagger, an ice pick, a trench knife, a combat knife, a shiv, my rampuri, scalpel, butcher knife, machete and my straight razor. And, I have a ton of good candy to lure my little victim into my evil clutches. And, a ton of razor blades. I will be leading her like a lamb to slaughter.

taboo phone sex accompliceI just need my victim. Is it wrong to want to snuff out a young life? I mean in reality, I could be sparing her a life of abuse, drugs, poverty, pain….The real hell is on earth. The real devils are folks like me, with taboo, dark desires. I know there are lots of annoying spoiled brats or self entitled twats or little lost souls with devils as parents that I could take. I just have to find the right tender morsel to be the Angel of Death too.

I usually stalk my prey. The hunt is part of the fun. Like Michael Myers or Freddy Krueger. But tonight, on Halloween, I am going to be an opportunist. The streets will be paved with wee witches and goblins. In the darkness, no one will notice if a little one strays from the road, lured by a sick twisted bitch with a knife and candy. I think you need to help me capture and torture a little one. Taboo is fun. Taboo is hot. I can pierce her flesh with my knife; you can pierce her flesh with your big cock. I can give her candy with razor blades; you can give her liquid candy. Either way she bleeds. Either way she cries. Either way we win.

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Bloody Moon

Tonight is the blood moon, and I have been waiting for this night forever. We get married tonight and you take my womanhood the way only you can. I have seen your bloody brides in the past, and I cannot wait to finally get what is mine. Obviously a fuck slave like me lost her virginity a long time ago and I have been fucked with every tool in your dungeon. But Tonight you will take my uterus, and we shall eat it together to signify our forever union.

You slice my stomach from navel to clit, and drain the blood into two cups, one for each of us to drink to symbolize my final passage. I am a worthless piece of garbage, and tonight is the only night you will ever let me feel anything but hatred from you. I suck your cock as you prepare to make the horizontal cut on my waist. The knife is sharp, for once, as tonight it is not only about the pain, but the sacrifice of my wicked and evil uterus.

You cum on my face as you insert your hands inside me. There is blood everywhere and my white gown is now red with blood. The other slaves watch and wish that they were your blushing bride tonight. You grab my uterus and hold it above my bleeding body. You take the nice and make one final slice to free me of everything that makes me a woman. The cut feels like fire and I cum on the table, mixing it with my own blood.

You prop me up and I watch as you slice it like a filet. One piece for me, and one piece for you. I take my slice of the organ and you take yours and we wind our arms around each others’. I feed you the blood and gore dripping from my fingertips, and you feed me the same way. My blood tastes like copper and sweet evil and I am so happy to finally be rid of my womanhood. We gorge on the pieces you have sliced and throw what remains for the slut slaves for them to taste. They eat it hungrily, and I know they are jealous of my night.

Then you spread my legs and begin fucking my pussy, and I can see your cock going in and out of me through the hole you created where my awful womb used to be. I stroke the top of your cock with my hand and its magical.

Because He Can

bondage phone sex master slaveI was in my bed, waiting for my son. He never showed. I decided to go to bed. I was startled awake by a noise in the garage. The dogs were barking too. I thought my son was drunk and had stumbled into the garage. I went to go check it out and a guy grabbed me and threw me down on the concrete floor. He straddled me from behind and began to choke me and smack my face on the floor. I started to scream and fight, but he shoved a ball gag in my mouth, ripped my clothes off and forced his cock in my ass.  He came almost instantly. That was a blessing and a curse.

I thought he was done with me. That this was a typical breaking and entering with forced sex. But, he had more in store for me. He strung me up. He found my son’s bondage equipment and used it against me. He had me tied up and suspended in my own garage. So many ropes around me I had very little movement.  He then put clamps with weights on my nipples, pulling them down. They started to bleed. He grabbed my throat and choked me some more. I could feel my windpipe collapsing. I was struggling for breath.

He suddenly let go of my throat right before I was about to pass out and shoved his cock down my throat till I gagged. My eyes got watery, I started choking and I started to cry. He shoved his fingers up my nose restricting my air. He yelled at me, “Stop crying bitch and you can live.” I tried my best to stop crying. I tried to think of this as just another extreme bondage game like I play with my son. Only this game had no safe words.bondage phone sex torture boobs

He shot his load down my throat. As he was cumming, he pulled on the weights attached to my breasts and made them bleed more. In fact he ripped a nipple. I was afraid to cry. He messed with the ropes to get me in a different position. He wanted my ass up in the air. He got behind me, sort of like a wheel barrel position and started ramming his dick in my cunt and ass. No condom either. I just prayed he did not get me pregnant or give me an STD. As he fucked my holes, he stretched them at the same time with his fingers. He enjoyed watching his dick torture my cunt especially. My pussy was raw looking. Red and swollen. I wanted to survive, so I did not cry despite the pain.bondage phone sex forced blowjobs 

As he fucked me, he kept choking me. I know this is suppose to  intensify a woman’s orgasm.  But, no way I was cumming being forced by some stranger who broke in to my house. I like rough sex, but consensual rough sex, one between a master and his servant. Suddenly, I heard the garage door open, but one of my ropes was attached to the door so I started to levitate up to the ceiling as the door opened until I was smack dead against the garage ceiling. This tightened the ropes so much they started to cut my skin. The ball gag was in my mouth so all I could do was moan. I saw my son come in and I was relieved. I knew I would be cut down and this nightmare would be over.

But then I saw my son pull out his wallet, hand my attacker a wad of cash, and shake his hand.  My attacker left. My son looked up and waved at me, then turned off the lights and left. I stayed up there, in that awful position all night. Scared, in pain, cold. Next morning, he came back and let me down. I had purple marks all over my body. I could barely talk, and my right wrist was broken from the constriction of the ropes. I asked my son why he would pay a man to assault and torture me. His response, “Because I can.”

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Fucked In Church

You told me to get ready in my sunday best. Whatever the fuck that means. You just like to mess with me and remind me that I have nothing. Tehn you toss me one of your button down shirts and tell me to put it over my ugly body, and that it was time to go to church. Church? I thought you were kidding, but I watched as you got dressed and tucked your cock neatly into your dress slacks. I asked what else I was supposed to wear, and you said nothing.

So I hopped in the car with you, and wearing nothing but your shirt I wondered how I would be allowed in any church. My ass and pussy were hanging out, b ut you didn’t seem to mind. As we pulled up to the place, the parking lot was empty. We walked up to the big beautiful wooden doors and made our way up through the pews. You grabbed my arm and threw me down on one of the hard wooden benches and told me to stay there.  I did as I was told, like I laways do for you.

You walked away and came back with some holy water in a little bottle. You said today you were going to christen my ass and then fuck it, right here in church, to ensure that when you snuff me out that I go straight to hell. You bitch slapped my slutty face and told me to go face down and ass up. I buried my face in the seat and you began to rub holy water all over my tight little ass. You started speaking insome language I didn’t understand, but it sounded evil like a demon had taken over you.

You rammed your fingers, covered with the blessed water, right up my ass and then spread my cheeks and began pounding me with your hard cock. Your hannds grabbed me hard, and I could feel them still wet from the water. It burned my skin, and I knew you had made me something evil today. Something like you. You poured more holy water on my ass cheeks as you pumped inside me where people usually pray. You kept mumbling in your other language and finally came out of your daze.

You told me my ass belongs to hell now, and that I will die from the claws of the demons you shoot inside of me with your hot cum. I felt fire as you shot your cum deep in my ass. And I forgot to pray. It didn’t even occur to me as I lay there, ass up, covered in holy water. I had been cursed to hell by you and I know that is all I deserve. Please wrap your hands around my throat and take me there. Take me where I belong.

Satan’s Sex Slaves

Evil phone sex torture submissivesMy girlfriend Stephanie invited me to a Halloween Party. She met this hot guy at a club and scored us an invite to an exclusive underground club. I was pretty excited actually. I needed a good time. We both did. The location of the party was a secret. We were told to be at a warehouse at 9PM and we would be driven to the party destination. Stephanie and I arrived promptly at 9PM looking very sexy. There were other women there too, but they were not hot like us. None of us seemed to know  what was going on, but I beginning to feel uneasy.

Then several men arrived. Very handsome men and Stephanie and I lost our senses. We are good submissive fuck pigs. Men tell us what to do, we do it. We know no other life. These men instructed us to get into this white bus. All of us, got on that bus, somehow knowing it might be the death of us. Like lambs to be slaughtered, we followed.

evil phone sex bondage bitchWere drove in the dark, in the woods, for several miles until we stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned church and graveyard. A creepy ass old church in the middle of nowhere. This could not be good for Stephanie and I, or the others.  They led us into the church. I saw the pentagram, the candles, the blood… It was clear we were in the church of Satan. Why, we were not sure, but Stephanie and I were scared. There was blood all over the alter.

Stephanie and I were together, but the other girls they separated from us. Stephanie and I got tied up in the back of the church. I did my best to calm her. I had a plan. If we could convince our captors that we were good fuck toys; good breeders for virginal sacrifices, perhaps we could  survive. We were clearly the pretty ones in the group. The Satanists seemed intrigued. Stephanie and I were forced to watch as they slaughtered the other girls at their bloody alter. Each girl was bound, gagged and forced to lay in the center of a burning pentagram. Their breasts were cut off, their pussies sowed shut, some sort of animal blood spilled on them, then they were lit on fire. It was the most horrifying thing either of us had every witnessed. And as subby fuck pigs, we have seen a lot. I can still smell their charred flesh and hear their screams.

evil phone sex sacrifice virginsI looked over at Stephanie and told her to trust me. We had something those women did not. We had rocking bodies and pretty faces, and we had youth on our side. We could appeal to their primordial urges. It worked. They did not kill us. Instead they took us to the basement. It appeared to be a sexual torture dungeon. All sorts of S and M devices.  For days we were Satan’s sex slaves. Fucked in all our holes. Whipped. Tortured. Deprived of food and water. Forced to pee and defecate on the floor. They even forced us to play with each other as they jacked off on us. They were insatiable. They didn’t seem to need sleep. They did, however, need to fuck.  They were determined to breed us.

evil phone sex satanic ritual killerWe survived the church of Satan. We survived being the devil’s sex slaves. But barely. They passed out after being up for close to two days. I’m double jointed and freed my hands, then freed Stephanie. We ran naked through the woods, in the dark and the cold until we reached the highway and the kindness of a stranger. I’m not sure if the devil exists, but he certainly has followers who believe and they kill and fuck in his name. What would you do to us in the name of Satan?

Necrophilia Phone Sex

Taboo phone sex Dusty NecrHaving a friend in the funeral business is such a treat. Actually, he’s an undertaker and he lets me know when there’s a nice corpse in. By nice corpse of course we are referring to a nice erect schlong. He’ll call me up while the body is still fresh, and rigor has made things just right for my kinky secret.

You can’t tell me you never had some morbid secret desire or lust. I mean it’s just my thing. I Like Fucking the DEAD. They smell so earthy and acrid, their luscious graying flesh. The smell of formaldehyde and high percentile rubbing alcohol mingle with the rotting organs within the dead bloated corpse.

I headed over and was so fucking hot as I get to do a dead chick and a dead guy! I have always had a deep love for my friend. He accepts me and all my brashness and most of all we share another passion. This love for fucking corpses , real dead people. What got me into this was when I lost a dear fuck buddy and the night before his viewing…

I got obliterated and snuck down to where his body was and got on top of him throwing back the Jack and riding my dead friends cock to the best orgasm ever.