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The Devil’s Personal Operator

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Your voice doesn’t match your face. You’re much older in person and you look as evil as the Devil himself. You are a small but powerful looking man, with a stare that could make most people shudder. You look insane, and remembering our conversations, I discern that you probably are. You talked me into meeting you. You knew I needed the money and you took advantage of my need. For a measley $500, here I was, in the presence of someone who used to just be a scary voice on the snuff phone sex line.

You are cooking something in the fireplace. It smells different from anything I have ever smelled before. You tell me to take off my clothes and I obey you, not because I think I have to, but because you scare me so much. You ziptie my hands together behind my back.  You pull up a chair next to the fireplace and tell me to sit. You take a phone, the old kind with a cord, and put what appears to be superglue on the earpiece and mouthpiece. To my shock, you stick it to the side of my head and it sticks immediately. I jump and ask what the fuck you are doing, the phone receiver hanging on the side of my head, a permanent fixture now. You just laugh, and tell me to save my voice.

I am so close to the fire it is burning my skin, but I don’t dare move. You tell me I am going to be your snuff phone sex whore for the night. The phone is glued to my ear and the cord is hooked to a phone on the desk across the room. Suddenly it starts ringing. He pushes a button and tells me to say hello. I don;t know what to do, so I meekly ask into the receiver, “hello?”. The voice that comes back to me sounds like a demon. The voice begins to talk to me and say things I have never heard before. It spoke of my mother and my unborn brats and the brutal things it will do to them. The blasphemy and gore that this voice spoke of made my blood run cold. I knew it was not human.

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I pissed myself in the chair from fear, and the man, who I now believed to be the devil, squatted before me, spread my legs and began licking my pussy while the demon talked in my ear. My cunt throbbed in his mouth and he lapped up my juices as they started to flow. While the demon invaded my mind, he invaded my cunt with his forked tongue. My mind was trying to keep the thoughts of evil lust out, but my body was welcoming the change. I came all over the devil’s face that night, over and over. Every time that phone rang, I said hello, and every time the evil voices got worse. And every time, I came even harder on His face. I started seeing faces in the fire, horrible faces, and I realized my soul was no longer my own.

Bumping for The Hunt

Its time for the hunt again. Its raining outside so I know the hunt will take place inside. I am naked and tired, but I know I don’t have any choice. Your mansion is huge, but so run down, its almost like an old haunted house. I much prefer the hunt to take place outside, at least I get fresh air and dreams of escape, even though I have never suceeded. I can hear you in the basement sharpening your arrows. You enjoy making it “fair” by using an old fashioned bow and arrow.

You come upstairs, pumped for the hunt. You know I am worn down from all the torture and you only get your thrill from me being terrified prey. You look disappointed, but then get an idea. You go to the kitchen and come back and have a baggie of powder. I’m so tired, and I know you are going to make me bump coke, to give me the wildness you desire. You are a monster. I am sitting on the floor leaning against the dirty wall. You take you cock out and stroke it right in my face until its rock hard.  You sprinkle a line of cocaine along your dick and yank my head by my hair over to it and make me snort it.

Suddenly my brain is alive. The surge of energy courses through me, and once again I feel fear. My heart starts to pound and you make me do another line off your cock. You see my eyes widen and my energy pour in as my body twitches. I stand up and tell you I am ready. You place the bag of coke in my hand and tell me that I will need it. Your hunts last for days usually, and I cannot sleep. I take the baggie, and he draws his first arrow. The sound of it coming from its sheath gives me the same feeling a deer has when its in the sights of a shotgun. My terror takes over, and myheart races even faster. You simply say, “Run.” And I do.

I scramble up the stairs hoping you give me enough of a head start to get around the first corner. An arrow hits the wall behind me and I scream. I run faster down the dark hallway and now I hear your footfalls coming up the stairs after me. The hunt is on and I am running for my life. I know you will not stop until you have shot every arro win your possession. Thus far, I have escaped with only arrow wounds, but you have been practicing, and you are planning to mount my head in the living room with the others. I wonder if this will be the hunt where you finally get the perfect shot.

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Survival Games

The survival game is under way and I have a test run to show my skill. These tests are not for the weak or unfit, and they are far from being “play”. As a matter of how things are done these games are real. My weapon for survival this round is my makeshift bow with poison arrows. The arrows are very real, but for the test run they are without too much poison, a little on the tip as I’d hate to waste perfectly good poison on a stiff.

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We ascended these stairs that led us into a natural arena for our battle. This test of skill and agility has my adrenalin pumping and I am so fucking horny! Once I get through this test there’s a nice prize awaiting me at the other side.

Running, climbing and jumping through the test course I have to be on my toes and ready to shoot. I see a movement to my right and I aim my bow and set in my arrow ducking behind a tree I take aim. I hear a thud and run to see my target, I had hit one of the other “players” and he was down. I got him right between the eyes and he is going into a series of spasms. Fuck, I think he was actually hit with more poison than I realized and is in the process of dying!

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I have no fucking idea what to do as I  sneak back into the game and run through the rest of the course. It’s my knowledge that they clean up and I need not worry, after all I sign the very same release form. These games aren’t  play and we have to be over 21 and sign away releasing participants.

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Awaiting me at the end was a wonderful party and some of the purest cocaine yet. My adrenaline was pumping and I was just wanting to snort a fat line and get my fucking dripping pussy pounded!

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War Lord

The Countries of Africa have always interested me. There is so much strife, poverty, sickness, malnourishment, beauty, sadness, majestic wildlife, corruption, genocide, and of course my favorite War Lords.  Just the name makes me quiver.  War Lords put a whole new meaning to the word torture.  They are some of the cruelest men on the face of the Earth, and I for one admire them.

Taboo phone sexFrom time to time I will travel to African American Museums to bare witness to their unconscionable thinking.  Recently there was one such exhibit at a Museum in Dallas.   I traveled there so that I could gaze upon certain artifacts that were, and in some cases, still used to this very day.  It allows me to fantasy about what it would be to be a powerful Woman War Lord.  I smirk when I think if they were to hear of Me they would just laugh due to the fact that I am a “mere” Woman, but they would soon realize that I can just be just as cruel and evil as them for no other reason than perhaps I feel like it.

Bloody phone sexAt first it would be rather hard to garner support but I would make sure I had something in large supply that a lot of other War Lords could not get their hands on.  That would be Khat.  Khat is one of the most wonderful drugs in the world.  I doesn’t look like a drug that we have access to here in the states.  We tend to smoke, snort, or inject our drugs, but Khat is simply chewed.  It is highly addictive, it makes you feel so very wonderful, and after just a little bit, you want more and more and more.  It would be so easy to have Myself a little band of addicts who will do what ever atrocities My wicked brain could come up with.  They would without question knowing that when they came back, they could settle in with a bundle of Khat and drift off into addict slumber. 

Violent phone sexAs I strolled through the exhibits, My thoughts turning more and more violent as I worked on My War Lord fantasy, I came across an object that made me smile fully.  It was the most wonderful Nzappa zap I had ever seen.  I knew about them, but I had never seen one for Myself in real life.  I could see Myself out at night, silently maneuvering My lovely dark skinned followers through the jungle.  Coming upon an encampment of our enemy, then deftly flinging this far range ax across the still of the night until it embedded it’s self into the side of someone’s skull. 

All in all I think I would make a fantastic War Lord.

Evil Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phonesex angieHave you ever seen the movie 13 Ghosts? I love the evil Cyrus and his demonic plan to open the eye of hell. I would love to live in his glass house filled with evil spirits held captive by the spells etched on the walls. My absolute favorite scene in the whole movie is when a glass wall is activated during one of the house’s morphing sequences and severs Cyrus’ attorney, Ben,  body in half. His eyes wide with disbelief as he realizes that he his body is no longer one. The movie so inspired me and stirred my need for some cold blooded fun that I decided to devise a way to re-enact that one scene for myself and a lucky accomplice.accomplice phonesex 13ghosts It took us several weeks to devise the sharp sheet of glass, rig it guillotine style and create a device to hold our “character” I couldn’t wait to see if the body, once severed, would slid down the glass in two parts like in the movie. Of course one time to test this theory would not be enough, We had to gather several “characters” of several shapes and sizes to see what effect this would have in real time. The planning and preparation created an anticipation level beyond belief. When the day finally came we had 13 “characters” to pay homage to the movie’s title that gave me the inspiration. One at a time we placed them in our device and released the sharp sheet of glass, delighting as the body was severed and the blood flowed. We took our time making the ritual last all day. It was the most fantastical and erotic movie reenactment I have ever created. I plan on keeping my device and plan on using it again in the future. accomplice phonesex ghosts2

 

Picture Perfect Gothic Phone Sex

gothic phonesex karmaSo as I was  flipping through one of my favorite goth magazines I see this picture. I can’t stop looking at it. What a wonderful way to sacrifice a hot young thing to my Prince of Darkness. I can’t stop looking at tit and I can’t stop the dripping that has started between my legs. The ache I am feeling in my chest as my nipples grow rigid. Moaning and rubbing my cunt I close my eyes and imagine how it would feel to string him up on that wooden cross. Knees bent and nailed to the cross bar. His hands nailed to the place where his feet should be, His dick hanging towards his face and his feet in the perfect position to nestle the stake that will be the last part of the infliction of his pain as I ram it up his ass and deep into his body. The blood dripping down his body and up his nose, assisting in the loss of life as it suffocates him when he inhales. All while I am sucking on his flaccid cock as he hangs there. slipping away. Cumming all over my fingers, I open my eyes, get myself dressed and head out to find him. I know he is out there waiting for me. I am cumming darling, you won’t wait long and neither will I.gothic phonesex sacrifice

Another night in the life of a cum whore…

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I got the phone call in the middle of the night, I was so tired with so much work lately.. but I dare not answer the phone by the 3rd ring or my night will be a whole hell of a lot worse than planned. I answered the phone and got my instructions for the evening. And if I did not do exactly what I was told, my punishment would be harsh, and completely unexpected.

I lived under constant watch by those who were paid by my father. My father owed a lot of people money, and I was his ticket out of debt. He got paid a lot of money to use me as a personal cash cow. I was not worth much to anyone, except as a bucket to dump their cum into. This was my life.. and I would be lying to you if I did not crave it.

I pulled the slutty clothing that I kept for my nights out, out of the drawer, and got dressed. I poured my make up on and put on my costume for the night. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided it was going to be a very long and painful night. I could feel my cunt tighten as the juices started to drip, I was addicted to being abused.

I grabbed the paper off the dresser with the address of the warehouse I was supposed to go to. I had been there once before. I remember the sting of the whip, the taste of the blood from my mouth as I was slapped repeatedly, and the full feeling I had from many men double penetrating me as I hung from the ceiling crying and begging. Just another night in the life of a worthless cum whore…

Self Mutilation Phone Sex Fun

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When I meet someone that says they are into mutilation, I love to find out what they mean by mutilation. Are they into mutilating others? Or themselves? Or both? But what is more fun then anything is to force self mutilation on someone who would never think of doing it themselves. That is exactly what I did last night. I invited a cute little thing over and partied with her till she was nice and wasted, The power of suggestion is such a wonderful thing. It didn’t take me long to talk her into joining me. First I showed her how to stick a nice long needle through her tongue. Of course I did mine first and let her watch the blood drip down my face, Laughing the entire time and letting the effects of the drink and drugs alter her senses. When she leaned in and took the needle mimicking everything I just did, my panties filled with juices from my quivering pussy. I had to have more, A lot more. Taking a huge shoeing nail that I had sharpened long ago, I began self mutilation on my arms. Showing her how hard my nipples got from piercing my arms and letting the blood flow. When she took the nail from me and began the assault on her arms I had no clue she would be so brutal. Watching her crawl through her blood towards me just made me cum like crazy. I took a picture to keep forever. Of course for her it didn’t end well. It doesn’t for any of them. But hey that is the nature of the beast so to speak.mutilation phonesex 1

Mutilation Phone Sex with Venus: Some Guys Don’t Deserve a Cock

mutilation phone sex knife play tortureMutilation phone sex is perfect for a sadistic bitch like me who enjoys castrating useless men. And let’s face it, there are lots of useless men out there. Let’s just say I subscribe to the old adage if you can’t use it properly, then you should not have it. Case in point. This total tool I encountered on the subway last week. It was rush hour, and we were crammed in like sardines. This loser in a business suit sits down next to me. He tries to make idle chit chat with me and is oblivious to the fact I don’t give a fuck about what he is saying. He actually put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, and very calmly stated, “Touch me again pervert and I’ll castrate you.” He recoiled his hand and I thought he got the message. That was until he set his briefcase on his thigh to block the view from the other side of the train and whipped out his pathetic cock and started stroking it. I knew what I had to do. Indecent exposure equals not deserving a cock.

I followed him off the train even though it was not my stop. I had my favorite knife in my backpack.  He was so stupid, he didn’t even realize I got on the same bus with him. I sort of stick out in a crowd too. I could tell he was trying the same thing to this chick on the bus. I could read the horrified expressions on her face loud and clear. Yes, this douche bag falls under the category of if you can’t use it properly, you should no longer have it. I got off at the stop he did and stalked him to his house. I waited a few after he went in; realized no one else was home yet or maybe he lived alone. Hard to believe that this pathetic fuck had a wife or family. But there are lots of stupid, naive cunts out there.

I knocked on the door, then pushed my way into his home wielding my big ass knife. “Remember me asshole,” I screamed as I lunged at him with my knife in the forefront. I backed him into a corner, till he slid down on the floor like a coward. I sliced his hands a few times so he would feel some pain and it would weaken him a bit. I grabbed him by his suit tie and strung him to the kitchen faucet. I tied his bloody hands to the pipe under the sink. So he was on the ground, struggling for air, tied to his kitchen sink. I took my knife and slashed his thighs a few times. Big baby was whining. “Did I whine when you jacked your worthless pecker in front of me bitch,” I yelled angrily. I then unzipped his pants with the knife exposing his worthless pecker. He looked scared and all I could do was laugh. Payback is a bitch.

mutilation phone sex castration bloodyI took the knife and mutilated his chest. I carved Loser into it. I mean you have to be a loser to expose yourself on the subway to a total stranger, right? He was shaking and crying and I just kept carving up his flesh. Mutilating his skin, but saving his cock and balls for last. I was enjoying this. Mutilating flesh on a worthless human is so fun. So fun it makes my nipples hard and my cunt wet. We were both covered in his blood. I kept licking the blade too. As he lay there covered in a pool of his blood, I grabbed his testicles.  I twisted them until I thought they might pop off on their own, then I sliced the right one off, followed by the left one. I shoved his balls in his mouth as a ball gag. “Shut the fuck up loser,” I quipped.

I left his penis, his dick, his worthless little pecker, whatever the fuck you want to call it, for last. I carved my initials in it first, then I lobbed it right off. Blood spurting everywhere. All I could do was laugh and masturbate. I told him he asked for everything he got and then some. I went and got a mirror so he could see his mutilated body. I told him be lucky I didn’t kill him for what he did. All I did was  take away his cock and balls and maybe mutilate his body a wee bit. If you don’t know how to use your dick, you don’t deserve to have one. Pure and simple. I left his balls in his mouth but took his severed pecker and put it in a zip lock baggie and left it on the kitchen sink for him. I explained I was being generous this time buy not flushing it down the toilet or feeding it to Fido over there. Perhaps a skilled doctor could reattach it. They was of course, if anyone finds him before he bleeds out.

Do you deserve to have your cock and balls? Because if you don’t, I am happy to take them away for you.

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Let the Rituals begin

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It was time to begin the rituals again. I opened the letter and the invitation was inside. My stomach turned a little as I remember being the “one” they had on display as a way to recruit new members. But that was long ago, and though at the time I was a frightened weak one.. it is what made me stronger.

I had long ago watched my neighbor take the life of many during intercourse, I was able to remain hidden.. but eventually he caught up to me, asked me if this was a life I wanted to lead. Full of violence, blood, sex, chaos… malice.

I was naive and though true now, at the time I had no idea what I was getting into. Memories flooded me now. I was young, propped up naked on the alter.. watching a room full of men penetrate my cunny with his cock. Feeling them violate me, taking my innocence. One bye one. Some of them I recognized, serious, emotionless. Now many years later, I was in charge of finding a new recruit.

It made me smile to myself as I watched the neighborhood rug rats playing outside. I sat down and started to plan…