Category: Evil phone sex

blood for the chosen 1

That shit you’ve heard? It’s true. Sometimes I get a little low. And I never stay that for long . . . you see, I’m rarely ever sober. So when I’m without the effects of my beloved drink and drugs, I live in a perpetual state of wild rage. Anger boils in my heart when that little girl on the park swing looks over at me. I’m just conducting my business, goin’ about my fucking life, and I intercept a happy-go-fucky parade. Oh, just my pissing luck. I fucking hate society, the human race, and anyone with a tacky goddamn smile on their lying face, just begging me to rub it off with the heel of my combat boot. That’s how I was feeling when a little runt bumps into me and spills her snow cone all over my top. I couldn’t let it go, I just couldn’t. I had to slit her throat and watch the blood bubble up from her lungs like gurgling butterflies caught in the net of her esophagus. It was beautiful. I clung to her like a lifeline as I watched the inner strength fade away from her. She was draining her own memories, her own past, losing her future at my hands. My grasp…’round her neck. The blood on my hands was so red and vivid it made me do a double take. I couldn’t believe it. I needed more…so I took it. I lowered my head and began to drink. I licked it up like her fading life energy was my salvation. And when I dropped her motionless, wet body to the pavement below, I realized the ice of the snow cone was stained red, too. I didn’t know if it was the cherry flavoring or the blood I had spilled, but nevertheless, I’d smeared that white beyond repair…

catch this, you’re infected

Words race through me like fucking crazy. Dickfucking, assfucking, wild insane thoughts. Most people would be horrified with just one peek into my crazy mind. Evil is my possession and I am its tool…

Shut your mouth

I’ll cut your tongue,

sew your lips shut,

put plastic wrap over your nose

INFLATE

your lungs…

getting big as you struggle, try to get air

You’re suffocating!

His dick is hard, his dick is hard! Gonna put it inside

don’t cry…

cut a hole

right over your mouth

SUCK HIS COCK, SUCK IT!!

Still can’t breathe

Now you’re choking on his semen

it’s spewing out and drowning you

in white yummy cum

eat it. lick it. taste the spud.

Want some more/I’ll give you mine.

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I want to stick my finger in your pussy

tear it apart

Now I’ve got a crazy picture in my head, of you in bed. You’re not moving and I’ve blown a hole in your head. I did it with a firecracker, put it in your mouth, lit the fuse.

WOAH.

The fire started in your pussy! Now it’s gonna explooddeee.

Hostel

Accomplice Phone Sex Reagan

I saw the ad for the “Elite Hunting Company” a few months ago. It was on one of the websites I frequent and they finally had an opening for a new client to live out their fantasies with no fear of authorities. No cleaning up messes, and they bring the meat to you! I signed up but had given up hope that I got chosen. Then, I got the call a few days ago, and immediately made arrangements to leave town. I had waited a long time, and now it was finally time to play.

Accomplice Phone Sex ReaganThe cab pulled up to the seemingly abandoned building, and almost immediately I felt that calm that I long for. That certain peace that only screams and blood can bring. I quickly got my things out of the car, and looked the building over. I had never seen something so perfect.

I was greeted inside by a very tall man wearing a rubber apron, and if I didn’t know what was waiting for me I would be quite scared. He showed me to my work area and to my pleasant surprise, she was already there chained to a chair in the middle of the room. My blood immediately started pumping and I got to work right away.

She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. This was going to the best vacation ever.

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Silent Night, Bloody Night

torture phonesex angieOne of my all time favorite horror flicks is Silent Night, Bloody Night. One line from the movie moves me beyond my evil darkness.  “I have wandered in bitterness until all seasons have become as one. And that is a season of vengeance.”

Vengeance, a dish served cold, ice cold, straight from the freezer. It has taken me almost six months to prepare for my own special form of vengeance and the title of this film fits perfectly with my plan. I have set up a lane in my basement. At the end of it I have a created a bondage set up to hold ten of my worst enemies in the formation of bowling pins. The shackles are designed to hold each onus’s arms high in the air and will put them on their tip toes. I finally perfected my “bowling balls” . Skill saw bladed bowling balls specially designed to slice and dice. My human bowling pins will start in the standing position. Once I have hit a pin or several pins, I will lower them, gradually slicing and dicing them until they are laying on the lane completely helpless waiting for that one roll that will end the pain and madness.   

malum medicum

If you’ve ever seen the bone chilling German horror film Anatomie (2000), you know just how fun playing Doctor can be. I was so inspired by this cinematic masterpiece, I decided to fuck up a bitch to honor it. For the surgical suture I had planned, my thread was chosen carefully. Black, strong, medical-grade sewing thread. I was going to disinfect it but decided against it. Dipping it in alcohol would prevent infection during a real surgery…but this was just an innocent game…make-believe play.

I belted my torture pet in and strapped her to the gurney while the chloroform was still swimming in her nostrils. The girl was precious: raven black hair, long and braided evenly on both sides. Unmarred, tanned skin without markings or blemishes. I couldn’t wait to spill her blood and ruin her holes as an outlet for my never-ending rage. I wanted to split her very being open and pull out her organs, fondle her heart & twist her own digestive track around her neck like a pretty little scarf. Take her apart from the inside out and sew her back up again.

She was naked, bared to my sight and exposed before me. A puff of black pubic hair between her legs. Delicate, pinkish nipples and soft skin everywhere. Stretched out, spread eagle, I fingered her limbs and cackled with glee. So happy to be ruining such a beautiful creation of God’s. While I loath them entirely, I do enjoy destroying them. My hand reached for a scalpel and pressed into her sensitive flesh as I sliced through her left tit. Such a glorious spillage of fat globules and an interesting pool of a substance I can only liken to phlegm gushed out. I leant down and lapped it up like a starved animal. Tasting my victims is my favorite part of the job. She began to stir and I knew that she was waking up. Perfect. My wolfish grin was dangerous and sharp as I stared down at her. She began to moan softly as the pain hit her–that pain she’d escaped while unconscious. “Hello,” I greeted her capriciously as she blinked awake. “The two of us are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Sadistic phone sex Jez

I hate college towns, but they’re good for one thing: football games. No, of course, I don’t love the game. But between the drinking and crowds, it’s a paradise for a sadistic whore like me! So many ages, shapes and sizes, races, and degrees of stupidity. I was feeling particularly wicked and wanted a nice, fresh face…someone who was pretty that I could mar. She was easy to spot; she had people gathered around her; and, since she was so popular, it was going to be a challenge to get her alone. But I was up for it! I waited patiently until she stumbled to the bathroom alone.

I walked up behind her, pressed a knife in her back, and said, “If you want to live, you will do exactly what I say.” She smelled of beer and perfume. I took her back to an empty high school gym, where I had set up my toys. I tied her up and made her watch videos of prom queens and beauty pageants…as I sliced her face. I left the rest of her body alone; I just wanted to scar her face, watch the blood leak from what everyone admired. She cried, “My face…” and I chuckled, reminding her that she would never again look like the beautiful girls on the screen. I let her live but kept tabs on her as she suffered with deep depression.

One night, I left her a note that told me to meet me up on the roof of a campus building; I signed it with some of her blood that I had kept. Of course she came. I told her that she didn’t have anything worth living for and that her eyes even looked dead. I noticed cuts on her arms that I had never given her and smiled. “Why don’t you just end it?” I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of pushing her. I whispered evil musings in her ear, the same ones that I had told her on our first night together. Blankly, she stepped off, screamed only for a second, and made a sound like a cantaloupe on the pavement. It was one of the most beautiful sights that I had seen in a while.

Dreams of the living dead

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I was startled awake by a wonderful dream that I didn’t want to end; I’m sure some people would’ve called it “ghoulish.” My youngest sister, who’d died when she was little, was walking around…maturing as a teen but still decomposing. She took my hand and walked through various graveyards, showing me which ones were her victims and how she mutilated them. Then, she took me to the park, where she found a set of twins on a seesaw; she went over and talked to them and they followed her. I admired her choice in victims and watched smugly as my little sister led them to an abandoned factory building. It looked like she had spent years accumulating different torture devices, some that were antique and I would’ve loved to have! She allowed me to choose one of the twins and then the fun began. We took turns torturing our innocents, as if we were playing a board game. We laughed as we slung bats with spikes in the girls’ legs, tore at the girl’s flesh with our teeth, and gouged out their eyes. We were having so much fun that we were delaying their deaths; but, of course, we couldn’t resist for too long. She strangled hers, pressing her hands tightly around the small larynx until it was crushed. I always prefer the bloodier route: I cut her in half, from head to torso. I thought it was fitting to make her a twin of herself as if in some sort of twisted irony. We sat in the pool of blood and held hands…and I finally knew that she had never left me!

Little Sister Needs Assfucking

My little sister is so fucking scared of ghosts, she pisses her pants whenever I “see” one. ;D I thought this would be a wonderful opportunity to get out my ouija board and show the little bitch how Alice sets fires under asses. She was playing on the floor of the living room, two dolls in each hand. I snatched them away and told her to get undressed. Her eyes got so wide and started watering. I told her to do what I fucking told her to or I’d snap her dollies’ heads off. Little Jasmine did as she was told and began to strip off her little shorts and tank top set. When her soft little baby girl body was all exposed and naked, I grabbed her shed clothes, balled them up, and threw them in the fireplace so she couldn’t put them on again. Then I gave a sickeningly evil grin and got out the ouija board. “Cum play with me,” I told her, “it’s a fun game.” She was sad and frightened, but she’s used to me abusing her. She did what I told her to do because she knows what will happen if she doesn’t. When she put her hands on the planchette, I put mine on top. Then I asked if she was a dirty, sick little slut who needed to get a cock shoved up her tiny baby asshole. She started crying so hard; it made me smile even wider. Well, guess what, perv lovers? The spirit board said YES! ;D Who wants a turn first?

Bloody Black Flowers

Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

I am a goth bitch first and foremost. I live for malice and mayhem. Screams and blood is the air I breathe. And I love tats! I love the pain they bring me, it is almost a sense of calm when I watch the needle draw through my skin.. I was craving that calm lately so I decided on two sick ass tats of these black flowers. They were perfect because I like to think of myself as an Angel of Death at times, and what better way to signify my love for gore, than something as unique and simple as a black flower. Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

My favorite skin store wasn’t that far away so when I got there there was already something going down. Some cunt was trying to get out of paying for her tat! She was screaming “I don’t like what I see, and I will NOT pay for it!”. The artist had her in a grip and was demanding payment and she was not budging! When he saw me he just smiled.. he could smell my adrenaline pumping! She didn’t see me, but she sure felt the kick to the back of the head! Didn’t take long and we had this bitch strapped to the owners chair and we decided it was time to lock up for the day. She would be his last customer of the day. She was begging of course.. I just bitch slapped her and told her since she was too good to pay the hardworking man, he was just gonna take what he wanted! He started by taking her precious eyes out. Since she did not “Like what she sees”, he felt it appropriate to keep her from seeing anything!

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganOh how lovely she looked as he ripped her clothes off and shoved his tattoo gun up her snatch.. he immediately started jacking off his dick onto her face as he turned that needle gun on:) I wonder what gorgeous artwork the world would not get to see 🙂 Blood started to gush out of her upidy cunt and he blew his hot load all over her! I got so fucking turned on once his cum and her blood started to mix! It didn’t take long before she took her lats breath, and I got a free tattoo out of the deal!

Satan’s Cunt

I went to my first church service today. Funny thing . . . I couldn’t stop rubbing myself off on the sermon. You ever had a 666 tattoo stamped onto your skull? No? Haha. You can borrow mine, baby. I’m the ultimate in blasphemy. What I don’t fuck with a crucifix, I lap up like a dirty, depraved puppy dog. And what I don’t shout to the fucking heavens when a huge ass cock explodes an immaculate impregnation up my divine asshole, I am begging Christ to whip his dick out so I can have a go at that, too. I feel up every man I get my filthy, sinning hands on. My fingers have a way of turning men to the dark side. My tongue has a way of convincing them to do my bidding. And my tight, wet, evil cunt is Satan’s perfect fuckhole. He uses me like his innocent virgin bride to defile the virginity and respect of everyone around me. I am Lilith incarnate, a sickening seductress who will hold you down and fuck the bejesus out of you…