Category: Evil phone sex

Flatline

violent phonesex flatlineI have a friend that is a doctor and he got his hands on a cardiac monitor. I just had to have it. He dropped it off last week and showed me how to hook up the leads. I got so fucking wet when he hooked it up to me and I watched the screen with the line going up and down in time to my heart beat. I knew that I would use it soon, but not to enjoy the steady rhythm of the heart beating. Instead I wanted to cum as the line goes flat, knowing that the life has gone out of the body that I am torturing. I know that the thrill is going to be over the top hot for me. As soon as he left I dragged it down to the basement and grabbed her dirty little body, dragging her kicking and screaming to the table where she has watched me torture so many before her. I strapped her down while I laughed, rubbing my cunt. I ripped her already tattered dress off and shoved her soiled panties in her mouth making her gag but preventing her from screaming. Carefully I hooked up the leads in just the right places and turned on the machine. The screen lite up and the rhythmic beeping was so hard and fast from her fear that it made my nipples stand straight up. I felt it fitting to use my medical supplies for this torture, shoving a speculum up her ass and gaping it open I began to cut her ass from the inside. I was going to drag this out as I listened to the sound of the cardiac monitor.  Slowly I used the scalpel that was covered in the shit from her ass on her dirty skin. Watching her skin change from dirt black to blood red was exhilarating. All the while listening to the monitor, cutting deeper and watching her bleed out, until finally I couldn’t take it any more and I made that final cut, cumming as the machine flat lined and her body went limp. violent phonesex angie

Another Barbie for You

I brought you the blonde you wanted. I am never enough. I am so pathetic and too skinny. You pick out who you want and I get them for you. Why do you keep choosing girls who are nothing like me? They are always so pretty and have huge breasts and blonde hair. Fucking barbie dolls. I am such a piece of shit, I know I can never be everything you desire. I am stuck in this nightmare of sharing you with these sluts who don’t even need another man.

I know thats the only reason you keep me alive. You know how good I have gotten at tricking them into coming with me. You see the surprise in their eyes when you grab them, and you know I did a good job. I hate it. I hate watching you take their bodies against their will, and force them to suck your gorgeous cock. Then you tie us together, and you fuck her while my sickly body just gets jerked around from the pumping motion. I feel every thrust, but not the way I want to feel it.

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These ungrateful bitches get your cock in their pussies and all they do is cry and beg for you to stop. They are so lucky and they don’t know it. I am just a ragdoll tied to their back to watch. Just a piece of shit. No good for you anymore. I would do anything to be them in those moments. To feel your lust and your cock and have your attention.

The only joy I get is when you are finally finished with them. You fuck them until they stop begging, until they give in to you. They trust you and believe they are going to be okay. Thats when I get untied. Thats when I trick them one last time and tell them that they, like me, will be okay. I hug them as they tremble in fear and relief and I feel their hearts pounding. You come up behind them, finally look at ME, and shoot a bullet through their pretty head.

I have a mess to clean up, but at least the barbie is gone. I watch you fuck the hole in her skull, and know that you will need another very soon. Your taste for the pretty ones has become insatiable.

Cut in Half

I blink awake and I can’t figure out where I am. I am tied to a tree and I hurt all over. Only my ars are tied, but I can’t seem to move my legs? In fact, I can’t even feel them. Nothing makes sense. Its daylight, and I am covered in blood. Then I see it – I am sliced directly across my stomach – split in half, top and bottom. There is too much blood to see how deep the wound is, but I know its the reason I can’t feel my legs.

Its so surreal to look down and see me standing on my legs and feet, but have no sensation at all. Its like floating. Most of the blood has dried – so I must have been here awhile. And I must have survived this? How is that possible? My legs are covered in blood from the wound on my stomach, but otherwise I don’t see any other cuts.

Then you appear. You seem happy to see me awake. You come over and kiss me, and as you pull away I see blood on your face. It must have come from mine – my face must be bleeding but I cannot know for sure how or why. You lick my blood off your lips like its candy, and begin to take off your jeans. Your cock is hard and you slide it up between my legs. I watch in horror as you fuck my numb pussy. You have taken away my ability to feel pleasure!

You fuck me even harder and tell me that I will get fucked every day for the rest of my life, and I will never get to feel it. You rub my clit with your thumb while you fuck me. I can SEE you doing it and I want to FEEL it so fucking bad and I can’t. You are a fucking monster! You have taken away the only thing I had left – the sick perverted pleasure I got when my wet pussy would throb from your tortures.

Snuffing out a Bimbo

There’s this new guy in my building and he looks super yummy. I have run into him a time or two at the mail boxes or in the convenience store across the road. He seems to be a bit on the nocturnal side also. Well one night I was unloading some bags out of my car and noticed him with what looked like a real lame blonde bimbo. Oh well, I thought to myself, he’s obviously lamer than I hoped.

Later that night I was getting on my bike to head out to the bar when I saw him again, alone this time. He actually approached me and commented on my ride. Thanking him and after a brief intro I revved up to go when he put his hand on my arm, and asked if I was in a hurry to be somewhere. Giving him a questioning look as I idled the engine he asked if I would be interested in coming up to his place he had a proposition for me. Now I was a little intrigued and a little on the what the fuck side.

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Shutting off the engine and dismounting my bike I grabbed my bag and pulled my gun out of the storage spot and slipped it in my jacket. He didn’t seem to worried or freaked that I was toting a firearm. I tossed back at him how I never go anywhere without it unless it’s locked in my gun safe, and that I’m licensed. He still just appeared indifferent like it was a normal thing, he’s getting a few points, almost flushing that he appears to like blonde bimbos.

Up at his place he opened the door and I was surprised by how immaculately clean and was nicely decorated on a darker side. Lots of red, black and deep purples with sculls and knives. “So, what’s this big proposition Greg?” He leads me to a back bedroom and opens the door. There’s the bimbo, tied up, gagged and passed out. He watched me for an expression. Glancing at him I just stated “well that’s a relief”, and “so… you still haven’t clued me in on this big proposition”. As he still kind of looked at questioningly, “well when I saw you with this bimbo it was a little of a disappointment is all”.   

   I looked around the room and noticed it was sound proofed which made me smile a little more. “So, where’s your bass?” he started saying something then “wait, how’d you know…?” The sound proofing, professional acoustic sound proofing that assists in recording acoustics on top of sound proofing..” then “never mind all that  what’s the big deal”?  So, his response was “I need an accomplice”, and “ok, I have a confession, I have seen you around and even followed you one night, and well… I have seen what I needed to confirm that you would be the perfect partner for this..” He continued on as I leaned against the door frame, “I have this fantasy of having a brutal fucking female accomplice to assist in fucking up some annoying bimbo, maybe even snuffing her out”. He continued that he then wanted to brutally fuck her as she nears her death and as a finally we snuff her out putting a plastic bag over head while you penetrate her from behind with a strap on and I fuck you from behind vaginally and cum inside you as her last breath leaves her body life enters yours”. 

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He continued “as I further think about it that gun of yours would be a hot addition fucking her with it while she’s alive and lucid, and then forcing her to suck it clean threatening with finger on trigger, and I also think taking that hunting knife of yours to her neck while she’s on her back and I fuck her asking if it’s what she wanted, to be fucked by me..” As I consider and respond I mention that I would find more pleasure in it if I could draw the blade across her flesh bleeding her pathetic body…” We both look to her and smile, “Dusty meet Stephanie…” she was coming to and her eyes got so big.

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Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: Arachnophobia

torture phone sex bondage punishmentI have new master. He is Australian; fancies himself a Crocodile Dundee type. Very rugged, very manly, very outdoorsy.  I thought he was just in spanking. I love being whipped and abused, especially my tits. But my new Master is a twisted fuck. After an hour of whipping me all over my body with a paddle, he dragged my red swollen body to a bedroom in the basement. He tied me to the bed spread eagle. I thought he was going to force himself on me or fuck me with a dildo. He just looked at me and said, “I hope you are afraid of spiders.” Then he closed the door and left. I was laying there on the bed not knowing what was going to happen when I started seeing things crawl across the ceiling. Before long the ceiling was infested with spiders: big hairy creepy ass spiders. It was like I was in a bad SyFy Channel movie.

I struggled to get myself free but he had me tied well to that bed. I started to hyperventilate. I would not say I have arachnophobia, but thousands of spiders above me makes it reasonable to panic. They were so many of them they started to fall on my body. Spiders began to swarm my breasts. The feeling of all those legs on me freaked me out. I was scared. I was panicky. They started biting me. I could feel the stings, the pain. It was worse than being paddled. I had no idea what kind of spiders were covering my body. I wanted to scream bloody murder but feared a spider would get in my mouth. I tried to escape in my head, but no such luck. I could not escape my fear. I had this vision that they would encase my body in a web. I was really starting to panic.

torture phone sex blonde big titsI started to cry. Deep sobbing kind of crying. My body was shaking. Master came in wearing some sort of body suit to keep the spiders off him. I begged him to let me go. Said I would do anything he wanted; that I would be the best submissive pet he ever had if he just let me go. I could hear him say, “Be careful what you ask for Cassandra, you might just get it.” But I was serious. This was torture. I would do anything to get these fucking spiders off my body. He let me go. He said it was a form of breaking me. In his world, spiders, snakes and rats are often all a stubborn bitch needs to be compliant. Well, it worked. I will fucking do anything he wants now. Anything is better than being helpless with a hoard of spiders covering your body.

Well, at least I hoped…..

 

Evil Phone Sex with Venus: The Devil Made Me Do It

evil phone sex goth girlI was home alone, in bed. Not even out of school yet. I had only been getting my period for about a year. I felt him climb into bed with him. Half asleep, I opened my eyes and what I saw was not my father, but a monster of sorts. Half man, half serpent. The man part looked oddly familiar. Like my dead grandpa. Surely I was having a nightmare. Then I felt it on top of my body. My hands were pinned behind my head and then I felt it enter me. It was ice cold. I was a virgin; I had never felt one inside me before, but I didn’t think it was suppose to feel cold as ice. And it was pronged,  like a fork. I still thought I was dreaming. Having my first wet dream.

It hurt but at the same time felt good. When I think back to my first time, I am still perplexed by what penetrated me that night. It honestly felt like a cold knife going in and out of me. I felt wetness between my legs. A cold milky substance was running out of me.  But what was it? Semen was suppose to be warm not ice cold. It was all over quickly, and who  or what ever fucked me just disappeared into thin air. I convinced myself that it was all some dream. But when I woke up the next morning my sheets were covered in blood and semen. My pussy was raw and swollen.

evil phone sex knife playMy door was still locked from the inside. My bedroom window still locked too. Yet I was clearly no longer a virgin. Something or someone had entered my room in the middle of the night and fucked me, taken my virginity. I became obsessed with the occult, with demons and witches. I did all sorts of research and was certain that I had been violated by the devil. I tried to tell my parents, but of course they thought I was crazy. My mom accused me of fucking my dad, taking advantage of him. He was the only man in the house. If someone fucked me, it had to be him.

I missed my next period. When I told my father  I was certain I was pregnant and carrying the devil’s spawn, he slapped me and called me a whore. That was the night I started cutting myself; the night I became obsessed with knives and blades and blood. The night I knew I had to get rid of my parents.  Parents are supposed to protect their offspring, believe them, support them…. They were worthless. I didn’t need them.  I prayed and prayed and prayed not to be pregnant and for my parents to disappear.  Then, I heard a voice tell me I had to get rid of my parents if I didn’t want to have the son of Satan.  That was an easy choice. Just like in the Amityville Horror, I went in my  parents’ bedroom and stabbed them repeatedly. The blood spraying on my body felt intoxicating. That was my first kill, but far from my last. Guess you could say the Devil made me do it.

My period came the next day. I moved in with my grandmother and the death of my parents to this day remains an unsolved homicide, likely just a “random, senseless act of murder.”  I didn’t need to have the Devil’s spawn; I was evil incarnate. I still am. The Devil still speaks to me. Maybe he will tell me to castrate or kill you next.

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It Became Knife Play Phone Sex

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What originated as a plan to have a little fun Karma style turned into a night like no other. I invited her for dinner and drinks Of course my evil and demented mind had some twisted wicked fun planned that would get me the fuck off at her expense. There is nothing like altering one’s mind. Especially when one is a good girl that rarely drinks no less does drugs or gets drunk. That my friend is what makes it so much fucking fun and what makes my pussy raging fucking hot and dripping wet. There is nothing like an extra ingredient in ones food and drink. Yes a nice little dose of a psychotropic drug, such a big word for an evil little slut like me. For those of you that don’t’ know that is an hallucinogen, like magic mushrooms, Only mushrooms are games that youngsters play I have graduated to a higher class. (no pun intended). In her drink I added a couple of drops of liquid acid and in her food I added a very special seasoning of peyote. The combination of the two should provide me with a most entertaining evening. I waited patiently as she ate and drank, thinking I would die from the small talk while the drugs took effect. And then my lips curled up in an evil grin and I slid my hands in my pants while my nipples grew hard watching her try to focus, her speech beginning to slur. Claiming that she felt funny and things were spinning she was really starting to feel it and I was so enjoying this. I sat finger fucking myself, delighting in her discomfort and growing paranoia. And then she did something I didn’t expect but that caused me to have an explosive orgasm. suddenly she got up and pulled the butcher knife out of the knife holder, placing it against her arm she cut straight up, nice and deep sending blood spilling and splitting her skin open wide. I couldn’t have planned this any better if I had orchestrated it like a symphony.knife play phonesex2

Evil Phone Sex with Reagan

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Babysitting brats is the last thing you would expect me to do. But it is the best way to get even or torture something for amusement. In this case, both. I had something special planned for the evening, it was making me hot just thinking about the events that were about to unfold.

I arrived just in time, she was about to put Lilly to sleep. I assured her that I could take over that duty and mom should just go have a good time and not worry about little Lilly. I would take care of it just like any good babysitter would. The little one was not sure what to think, but when I whispered in her ear that bed time was not going to be for a while, she got a huge smile on her face. Especially when mommy left I told her we should get some goodies to eat and drink. She followed me to the kitchen and when she was not looking I dropped something special in her drink. A little LSD for the little one.

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We sat down to watch a little TV and that’s when I saw the cutest thing. She started to shake and say she felt funny. I told her she was fine and lets just watch my favorite show.. the little ones always love my taste in entertainment. One of my favorite shows was American Horror Story. It was the perfect bed time show mixed with that hallucinogenic I had slipped my poor dear Lilly.

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We started to watch and I saw Lilly get so excited and scared when the doctor on the TV injected the poor girl Shelly, with something that made her skin bubble up and fizzle like it was melting on her face. My little one started to cry and said she felt her face do the same thing! I looked at her and screamed. “Oh my god Lilly!”, I yelled.. “it does.. you look just like her”! I told her she better scrape all that melted skin off of her face, or it could cover her body! Than she looked at the TV again, it was like she was the mutated girl Shelly on the screen! Then the good doctor started to saw off the legs of his victim. Lilly fell to the floor in what her mind felt as pain. “Help me! Reagan don’t let the doctor cut my legs off”! I told her we better get something to take all that melted skin off, before the doctor sees her! I pulled my knife out of my bag and handed her the blade.. I laughed and instructed her to start with her forehead and work down..

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Fantasy Phone Sex with Blair: What is Your Fear?

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 I was a very bad mommy. My son told me not to party without him or there would be repercussions. I am weak when it comes to nose candy and cock. I picked up a few frat boys and brought them home to fuck. I figured out of 20 ounces of coke, my son wouldn’t know if a few ounces were missing. I was wrong. He came home livid. Apparently he has nanny cams all through the house to watch me since I can’t be trusted. He saw me getting gang banged and doing his coke.

He came in angry as fuck and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the basement. He slapped me, called me a worthless whore, then suspended me from one of the beams. He disappeared. I was in the dark, scared and unable to touch the ground. Felt like eternity before he returned. When he did, he did not speak a word. But I could hear strange noises, almost a hissing sound. My son was fooling around with something. I kept apologizing for being a worthless party whore, but he still said nothing. I felt something slimy graze my feet from the ground. Then suddenly my son turned on the light and I peed myself. Snakes everywhere underneath me. Hissing at me, intertwined with each other. I am not sure there is anything I am more afraid of than snakes. They paralyze me with fear.  Anyone who knows me well knows this. I was screaming, pleading with my son for forgiveness. All he said was, “have fun in the garden of evil you love so much mom.” Then he turned off the light and left.

fantasy phone sex mommy sonNot sure I have ever been so scared. This wasn’t one snake, but a ton of them, all swarming at my feet. I was struggling to keep my feet up. Almost hysterical, I tried to escape in my head. Figure some way of making these slimy serpents recoil away from me.  In my mind, I became the mythological creature Medusa. From what I could remember from mythology classes, Medusa had once been a beautiful maiden cursed by her lover for infidelity thereby turning her beautiful hair into venomous snakes. Anything she looked at turned to stone. I tried to muster the strength and fearlessness of Medusa and imagine those snakes on my head, working for me not against me. It took every ounce of strength I had to try to be empowered by the serpents instead of petrified. After awhile it seemed to work. My heart stopped racing and I could no longer hear the hissing like I did nor feel slimy skin along my feet. I kept telling myself I had turned them to stone, they could not hurt me anymore, I was safe.

My son came back time to my private hell after what seemed eternity. When he turned on the lights the snakes were gone. What the fuck? Had I really turned Medusa? The power of suggestion was clearly at work here. My son was dumbfounded and even more angry than before. He cut me down, dragged me by my snake like hair and put me in a little cage. I was in there for days, deprived of food and water. Deprived of dignity as no place to potty. Medusa couldn’t help me out of this one. my son would only let me out of the cage to force his cock in my mouth or ass. His cock was the only snake I had not slain. I was in that cage, used and abused for days. I wish I could have turned my son to stone. He gets so much sick pleasure out of scaring and abusing me. But then, I deserve it. Like Medusa’s previous life, I am an unfaithful, disloyal  whore.

Do you get sick pleasure out of using a woman’s fears against her? If so, call me. I am a good victim for your dark fantasy world.

A New Hunt

 

violent phonesex angieI love the thrill of the hunt. Hunting humans is so exhilarating. I have taken up a new weapon of late. The boomerang. I bought a lovely set of metal boomerangs and took them to my sharpening wheel. They now have razor sharp edges that will slice into flesh beautifully. However I need to get some target practice in and what better to practice on then naked, scared humans? violent phonesex weapons I had a dear friend build me a plat form that is a replica of the stairs from The Munsters. He did a wonderful job. There is where I will stand so that I can see my prey as they run in an effort to escape my flying blade. I have an assortment of several different drugs that I am going to coat my weapons in so that in the event that I hit my target with anything less then a fatal connection, the adrenalin pumping through their veins will distribute the drug quickly into the blood stream and they will not be able to escape. I have several specimen of prey that I will release one at a time from the base of my perch.violent phonesex stairs They will have to the count of ten to run as far as they can. I have encouraged them to run in a serpentine pattern to give me a challenge. In the event that I miss, and I certainly will as I have not mastered the skill of throwing my new toy, my prey will be captured and returned for another run, The rules have been made clear and the game is about to begin. Standing on the stairs looking out my heart is pumping, my cunt is wet and I am armed and ready. Watching the first of my prey run as I loudly count to ten the anticipation of the first throw and possibly the first kill is overwhelming. This is the first of many days of target practice until my aim is flawless and I can hit my target each and every time with the percussion and accuracy of a marksman, or woman as it were.violent phonesex drugs