Category: Evil phone sex

Evil Phone Sex with Blair: Held for Ransom

Mother Fucker:

We have your mother. We know she is your favorite fuck toy; the only thing you really own and without her you will be completely lost. We are holding her for ransom. As long as we have her, we own you and can get you to give us whatever we want. But we don’t want your fucking money. We know the only thing of any value you own is your whore of a mother. We have been watching you for weeks through your bedroom window. We know all the perverted kinky things you two do together; how you abuse her for you and your friends’ pleasure. We want that fucking machine you use on your precious mommy. We get so hot watching you tie her to the bed, shove a ball gag in her mouth and start fucking her cunt and ass till she screams and begs for mercy. We want to use it on the pretty prey we dupe into coming back to play with us. Your fuck machine is gonna be an accomplice to our twisted fun sex games with the chicks we pick up and abuse for our pleasure. We are gonna ruin asses and cunts with that fuck device. And until you fork it over, we gonna ruin your precious mommy’s ass. And if we don’t get it by 5 PM today, we will snuff your bitch out and enjoy watching her die a slow painful death. Your mommy’s life and tight ass are in your hands. Give us the fuck machine and you can have your fuck toy back still breathing.

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Baby:

Please give these crazy bitches that fuck machine. My ass and life depend on it. I was waiting for you on our bed when they broke into the house and kidnapped me. They didn’t believe me when I said you keep all our toys and torture devices under lock and key and because you are my master; only you have the key. They keep me in a cage like an animal and are anally torturing me with all sorts of devices. If you don’t give them what they want, my ass will forever be ruined. I want my ass tight for your cock baby. My ass belongs to you, as does my cunt and my tits. These evil bitches are getting off on my screams and my pleas. I don’t know how much more I can take. Just give them the fuck machine so I can be back in your bed, being your bitch, being your whore. I love you so much. They said that if they don’t get it by the end of the day, they are going to use a choke pear to mutilate my rectum like in the medieval days. Baby, do you know what that is? It has sharp prongs on the end and they shove it in an orifice, and it expands, shredding the body. It will kill me baby, slowly and painfully. I am so scared. We can get another fuck machine. These bitches are demented and so sick they would kill me over a stupid sex toy. I’m pleading with you to give them what they want to save me. I belong to you and no one else. Please baby, this is not a joke. This is real. I’m in pain and I am really scared. Give them their ransom demands. My life depends on it.

Your Mommy

Rape fantasy phone sex with Mistress of brutality Geneva.

Rape fantasy phone sex heats up  as only a dream, and one hell of a taboo phone sex dream  fantasy it was. This fantasy  started with me sitting at the bar in some place I can’t quite place. This place was a majestic  bar and seems it could have been one in the French Quarter. However, you see I don’t recall ever being to the French Quarter only in dreams have I found myself there. Upon awakening from this dream everything seemed so real the blood in my mouth, the feeling of bruising all over my body.

I saw myself sitting there dressed like Mistress of the Night in the style of the 1900’s. I felt like I was in a Jack the Ripper rendition based in an Absinthe bar in New Orleans. Seeing myself get wasted on Absinthe and Opium as I visited with one John after another. The last one was an image burned in my mind as I was left for dead when he finished with me.

He got me high and used me, beat me, choked me and cut me before he even fucked me. Rendering my body lifeless this man took me like a rag doll. His hands around my neck as he thrust inside my pussy so raw and bloody from all his abusive fisting and object fucking. He slit my throat as he filled me with his salty cum. Pulling out he came all over my neck mixing his saltiness with my blood as he laughed and slapped me with his cock and left me there bound to the bed bleeding and gasping for breath. Then I awoke.

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CSI Porn — Narcissus Narcosis

Uh oh, this gal’s high again
just hit the weed, ate 3 Valium and 2 Vicodin;
Look like Dr. House, stumbling around my living room
fell off the couch, broke a shelf and cracked the ceiling too.
I’m feeling doomed, haven’t even started drinking yet
nervous wreck, when will all this pressure start to break my neck?
Pissed at everyone, thinking about grabbing a pistol
a knife with no handle, some razor blades and my Ginsu;
and coming to get you, find you where you sleep
grab something to eat in your house, 
slitting your throat and fleeing the scene.
I’m hopeless, see? I’ve got nothing left to live for.
Get bored and choke myself to death with a 16-inch extension cord.
So be forewarned, I will leave you deformed
beyond the norm
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You better lock all your windows and barricade the front door, because I’m getting wet just thinking ’bout making a mess. With your face on the floor, and my boot on your head…

Why don’t you undress, and I’ll administer a test. Let’s see how long you can breathe while your throat’s full of hash. I’m gonna make sure the rope is nice and tight too. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally get some air. Ah. That’ll do. Nice and intricately tied. A spider web weaved that you’ll fall into…

See–it all starts here, and it’ll end here for you.

Bondage Phone Sex With Wicked Accomplice Aria

Don’t worry, your dark and twisted secrets are safe with me, and I intend on using them to make you my devoted, eager pet. My smooth tight cunt aching to find a fresh big piece of fuck meat to use and test the limits of just how far you’ll really go to satisfy your sadistic Mistress.

No one would ever guess that a big, strong man like you has that hunger to be used and dominated by a sensuously evil and wicked little accomplice like me. Mmm, nothing gets my pussy wetter than breaking in a big, masculine guy like you.

Ordering you to do the most humiliating and demeaning tasks is what you crave and you look so ready to be your Mistress’ next project. You learn quickly to dare not speak until I give you permission or have to foolish and fate sealing idea as to talk back and disrespect me.

You would never consider doing such a stupid thing would you, pet? As you are kneeling before me with your head bowed down, you see and hear the sounds of my thigh high stiletto boots as I circle around you slowly, dragging my blood red nails over your flesh.

I order you to follow me, crawling behind me and getting up on my bed and lie on you back. As I’m securing your wrists and ankles to my wrought iron and brass bed, I can see in you eyes, you are both turned on and more than a little unsure.

But, your rock hard, throbbing cock wins out and you wisely keep your mouth shut and let me continue. I wrapped a silk tie around your mouth just to take that temptation of speaking away, all you need to do is listen and obey. Admit it, you get off on a petite, dominant woman like me taking you over…mind, body and soul.

You laid out, spread eagle before me, I show you how fucking dripping wet you’ve made my cunt. Well, what are you going to do about it? That’s right, I’m going to straddle you and lower my smooth pink pussy down onto your hungry mouth so you can taste my sweet honey.

Now, you know you deserve to be punished don’t you for being a weak little bitch. I want to hear you beg me to punish you, use whatever I like on your body to bring you right to the edge of pleasure. Hmmm, which first, nipple clamps or the leather flogger?

Maybe a butt plug and cock ring would be a good start. Well, I’m going to use my perfect judgement and give you exactly what you need and deserve. Are you ready to start your session my little fuck toy……of course you are.

Eaten Alive

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She’s just so mean and rough. I never wanted to get on her bad side at all. I don’t know where Reagan came from but I’m sure it was some part of hell. She had fire in her eyes and I knew I would submit to her just like I do my husband. When she walked into the gang house I thought maybe she was one of their girlfriends until she ordered me to my feet. As I stood bare in front of her she inspected my body. She squeezed my tits, opened up my pussy lips, inspected my asshole and finally nodded approval. As soon as she did they put a bag over my head and knocked me out cold. When I regained consciousness she and I were all alone and she was holding a large box.  I on the other hand was uncomfortable as usual and extremely STICKY. From the way it smelled I was doused in honey. I had no idea what this Reagan girl had in her mind but it obviously it involved smearing me in edibles. To my dismay she dropped the large box and what looked like an army of  rats and roaches flew out. I immediately began to scream even though I was warned not to. Roaches were stuffing themselves down my throat as I screamed from the pain. The rats were enjoying a sweet treat as well as eating me alive.

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Sadistic Deviant Phone Sex With Evil Accomplice Natasha

Think of the most disturbing and twisted evil fantasies, you know the ones you obsess about in the back of your mind every night. Those young, perfect innocent bodies that I will offer up to you for our own deviant and sadistic pleasures.

Whatever it is, no matter how dark, gory or bloody it is I am so ready to begin our torture and fuck session with this worthless little piece of shit. No amount of begging, pleading or especially crying is going to change our plans, in fact it’s only going to push me further to go harder and more wicked on her pathetic little ass.

You get the biggest kick out of how I laugh right in their tear streaked little faces and tell them every twisted detail of what she is on store for and there is no getting out of it. No Mommy isn’t going to come and rescue you, in fact sometimes I tell them their Mommies gave them to us to use because they just didn’t love or want them anymore…..sometimes that is really the truth!

Oh, I cannot wait until our next victim, I’m have that yearning and craving inside me that I can’t get rid of until we find a new innocent fresh piece of meat. Are you ready to begin?

A New Victim

torture phonesex angieShe is a sweet young thing isn’t she? All pretty in pink with her long curly hair. Who would think she had a dark side….desires that take her over the edge and into my world. My cunt is alive and pumping the juices that are preparing me to give her all that her heart desires. She wants pain, she wants torture, she wants to live on the edge of life and death, living in a world of mind numbing pain with no control at all over her own fate. No idea what that fate will be. She will live out her desires at my hand this fine night. I have more planned for her then she could ever imagine in her tortured mind. I have prepared my rat cage, this will be her first taste of what torture can be, I will cover her face with peanut butter and then fix the cage to her head before putting my three big, beautiful and very hungry rats in it with her. They will eat the peanut butter off her face taking little chunks of flesh with it. When I am tired of hearing her crying out from the pain and her face is covered in blood. When they have feasted and their little bellies are full, I will remove this device and move on. Next I will scalp that cunt of hers and pour the whiskey I am drinking all over it, making it burn and sting with no relief. This is just the beginning, I am going to bring her to the edge of life. Slowly, methodically, enjoying every second of it! Will I go all the way and snuff her? I haven’t decided just yet. But I think it would be much better to keep her alive. Let her heal just a little bit and begin the process a new in a few days introducing her to new and more torturous means of pain. Stephanie my sweet new victim.torture phonesex stephanie

Calling all Sadists

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Several guys have solicited my services who think that they are so tough but tuck their tails and run at either gore or sweetness. They mock my sugary, southern accent…but how do you think that I catch such ripe, young prey?! You are fools if you think you can come at people with a hatchet and slaughter many. No, I prefer to gather them up like a sweet flock and mutilate and torture them. You must have patience and the thirst for sadism.

People ask if I cum, and that’s stupid. Of course, I do. But it’s from sadistic torturing, blood, guts, revenge, and fucking the dead holes of some skank or mother.

I am tired of this silly little game that some people play. I want fun…relentless cruelty. And, if you cannot laugh in the face of a munchkin’s face getting clawed open by a shovel, don’t call me. If you can—and I do hope that you can—add to this, call me NOW. Let’s have some fun and let our wicked minds run rampant. Do you dare? I do…I double-dare you!

Abandoned Asylum

When my brother and I were young, we were sentenced to an asylum; our dumb parents thought that would help us… and it did but just not in the way they hoped. We learned new, better, more creative ways to harm ourselves and others.

We decided to re-visit our old haunt but we thought it’d be safer to go at night when it wasn’t as well staffed. They drug you at night; during the day is when you cause trouble. When we drove up, everything was dark and the building barely stood upright. Windows, walls, and doors were missing. We investigated the debris with our flashlights. There were toothbrushes by the sinks as if everyone had been unexpectedly interrupted in their routines.

It seemed like fire was the cause of the destruction. There was one place that we had to check for old time’s sake: a trap door in the floor. It creaked a little, then broke, as we removed the lid. When I shined my light down below, I saw a skeleton. My brother and I laughed because it had a name tag; and the only people who wore badges were nurses. We strained to read it: R-e-b-a. That was the head nurse!

We looked up at each other and instantly knew what had happened: no one knew about the trap door except patients, and that fire had been set on purpose, most likely to cover up dear old Reba’s death. We looked a little further and could see a few patients’ bracelets. “We finally revolted,” my brother said. I told him that it was a shame that we hadn’t been a part of that; but, we did our legacy…and that’s for another time. We walked out of the abandoned building and said, “Keep it tip-top,” which was Reba’s motto.

Mummy’s Revenge

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I saw an advertisement on an online bulletin board that intrigued me; it was a college brat who wanted revenge against his pregnant girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but his anger sounded genuine and worth checking out. Sure enough, when we met at a coffee shop, he didn’t blink when he told me that he wanted his ex-girlfriend dead for cheating on him. I contrived a plan and he agreed.

We kidnapped that whore and tortured her, taking turns beating her with 2×4 planks of wood with nails that ripped her flesh. He struck her pussy with the sharp objects, laughing manically as she bled and cried in pain. She begged for her life, stupid bitch. We extracted each one of her teeth, her skull bleeding profusely. And, then he fucked her mouth with his hard cock while whispering that he was going to do the same to pink flesh inside of her. He was glad that he hadn’t gouged her eyes yet…because the look of horror was priceless.

I took the liberty of carving out her belly, flopping open the flesh and pulling the spawn out of her. She had several minutes to watch her ex-boyfriend spin it on his cock before bleeding out. Then, I told him that I wanted to mummify the spawn, fix it so that he could unwrap it and always fuck it whenever he wanted. I drained the blood and began the embalming process while he kicked around the corpse of his ex.

Today, I read in the paper that some stupid moron had jumped from a building; apparently, he had left a note that described his guilt and the horrid details of killing his ex alone. He was inconsolable, people said, because he learned that she was carrying his spawn. What a fuck-ton, I thought and laughed as a I finished my coffee. The paper didn’t mention anything about the mummified spawn; I guess he didn’t want to be remembered as a complete monster…what a douche-bag wimp!