Category: Evil phone sex

An Open Window Invitation

I will come to them when they least expect it.  Snug, warm, in their beds.  Little heads peaking from beneath covers tucked tightly around them.  Rosie cheeked, soft lipped fuck meat puppets are what they are.  They just do not know it yet, but I do.  All it takes is one unlocked window, one unlocked door, and I consider that my invitation in.  You know, sometimes I do not even do anything.  Sometimes just the fear of something is just as good as the act.

Last summer I was in Michigan.  There was a cabin not far from the one I was staying at.  I would see the family out on the lake.  They would yell, scream, splash, they would have such a great time, like all cookie cutter douche bag families do.  They had one young girl with them, who didn’t do any of that, she would just sit on the grass and watch.  When they were outside cooking, she would sit at the picnic table and just stare out at the water.  Since I am all tactful and shit, I went over there one day and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”  The woman came rushing over and put her arms around her like I had the fucking plague or something.  She goes, “Stay away from her, her sister drown last year and she is having a hard time.” 

What…the…fuck?!? Who the hell takes someone to a place that would remind them of an event like that?…”Oh you just got out of rehab? Great! Glad you’re back, now let’s go buy some crack!”  Jesus!  Actually it made me laugh and think, ‘Why didn’t you think of that Raven.”  That bit of information was all I needed to work out in my warped little brain how to make her vacation all the more special.  I grabbed one of the other screaming things that had come out of the water to towel off and asked her what her sister’s name was.  She told me that the girl wasn’t her sister, but her cousin, like I gave a fuck, I still wanted a name, and not just that name, but the name of the floater too.

For the next three nights, I waited until everyone was asleep, climbed up to where I had seen her at night, and found; luckily for me; no locked windows.  I would climb in there, sit in this one corner, perched up on this low stool, and I would whisper her sister’s name, over and over again.  She would wake up eventually, look into the corner, and I would just lean forward a bit so she could just see the lower part of my face, and say her sister’s name again.  The chick would freak the fuck out!  She would run out of that damn bedroom so fast.  I would just go to the window, climb back out, and wait behind one of the trees.  I bet she thought she was going crazy. 

The last day I saw her,  she was crying and looking upstairs.  The adults had those worried “OMG, what are we going to do” looks on their face.  As they pulled away in their stupid car, I waved and blew them a kiss.  I always wonder if that crying girl remembers the voice in her bedroom, and the dark hooded figure with the alabaster skin, and blood red lips that whispered her dead sister’s name at the lake when she tries to sleep at night, and if she has to draw pictures of it for her Adolescent Psychiatrist.

Let’s Play a Game

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Lets play a game. Bring me a cute big breasted slut and I’ll see how much torture she can endure before finally just giving up on this life all together. I’m in the snuffing type of mood but I definitely would like to have a ton of fun before I waste a perfect good live body. I’ll tie you and that bitch up so your bodies shape like X’s. We will start off real nice and freaky.  Let’s pretend I’m in control kind of like a hardcore sexy domme, except I wont be kidding at all. You know that, she doesn’t. I have my whip (with the spikes at the tips) and a baseball bat sized dildo I won’t be shy about using them. I’ll suck on her huge titties and your thick dick, just for my enjoyment of course. Maybe eat a little pussy too. Pussy should always be wet, dry ones make me mad. Then the torture will begin. Flesh will be cut and burned. Screams will be loud. But no one will hear her. My dungeon is not just for show. Stupid bitch. After I have tortured the slut almost lifeless, I’ll untie her and let you stick your dick down her throat until she chokes. Snuff mission: complete.

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A Book For Her

I don’t often keep my slaves for very long. A few months is pretty much the longest they survive. Either I get tired of them and they no longer bring me pleasure, which insures their death in a slow and painful fashion as punishment for displeasing me in any way. Or they simply can’t stand  the torture inflicted upon them for my pleasure and they wither away. Weakness tends to take most of them and yet this too makes my pussy wet, knowing that I wore them down physically and emotionally. Demonstrating my dominance and superiority yet again. However Val was with me for almost nine years. She was in her late 20’s when I “obtained her” I won her from a friend who had enslaved her a few months before she became mine. When I first won Val I inflicted as much pain as I could upon her to test her will. Each time she surprised me. Torture that had caused others to pass out, cry, plead and beg for mercy, she took with a glassy look in her eyes, rarely flinching and never, ever crying out. She challenged me each and every time to push things further, to find more ways to inflict more pain. The constant challenge she presented brought me earth shattering orgasms and spawned more deviant ways to torture her. Yet each time she withstood my abuse, and I would cum not only from the pleasure of torturing her but from admiration of her resolve. After having her for about a year she happened to get pregnant  when a close friend won the chance to fuck her in a poker game one night. Fuck I was pissed when she started showing and I stepped up the torture for the rush of watching her loose the fucking thing at my hands. But true to form Val didn’t loose it, she had that little fucker and to my delight it was a girl. I made sure it was well cared for because if this little fucking thing had half of what her mother did in guts and fortitude she would be an excellent second generation slave. Over the years the mother/daughter duo has provided me with many hours of pleasure. Val died last week and I have to say I felt a slight twinge of sadness, but knew I still had her offspring. As a slave she certainly was not getting buried or getting any type of ceremony honoring her life or service. However I did feel like I wanted to keep a piece of her. So I gutted and skinned her, feeding her flesh to her daughter over the last week. I bottled her blood and stretched and dried her skin. I have cut her skin into pages creating a book bound by her dried intestines and using her blood as ink. I have begun to pen some of the most horrific moments of our time together to enjoy in the future. I am naming it “Valley of Death”torture phonesex angie

Accomplice Phone Sex with Jade

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I’ve always been a bit of a rebel. And by rebel I mean dark sadistic little slut with a need to be pained and bring pain to others as well. I’m so good at it too. I can grab up a cute little unsuspecting whore and bring her to you. I know how to pick them too… young and tender right? I love playing the sexy accomplice. I thrive on it. Fuck breakfast, sadism is the best meal of my day. I’ll follow your lead. I would love to watch you fuck her deep in her virgin ass hole while I play with my pussy that’s getting wetter every time a scream leaves her lips. I’ll even lick the blood off of your dick and then we can fuck right next to her almost lifeless body. If that bitch is too banged up I’ll snuff her ass and use some of her body parts as sex toys. How turned on are you right now? Your hard on will be a great asset to our journey. Lets plan our next evil adventure together tonight. Midnight is our meeting time. Be there or be square.

Dressed To Kill

You know, when I told you that I was not one to be fucked with I wasn’t kidding. It’s so pathetic to think that just because you look at me at a beautiful, erotic, sadistic little numpho that is all there is to me.

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I  told you when we met, my dark side is VERY twisted and VERY deviant, my tastes are not for everyone. Were you just trying to get your throbbing, rock hard cock wet in my tight, smooth pussy?

I had hoped I was wrong but it seems you have once again underestimated me and that really insults my intelligence and tests my patience. It seems to me that there really is no getting through to you so what I have in mind is to show you up close and personal just how lethal and serious my intentions are.

It’s not difficult to get my plan into action, you are nothing but predictable baby. When I invite you over to squash our argument you seem genuinely relieved that I have forgiven you an want to begin again in our relationship.

Luring you here was so easy, you never would think I had any ulterior motives; simply having a raw, intense fuck session is all you can think about and I plan on giving you all you fantasized about and so much more. I want you  to use every inch of my body and I will show you pleasure like you have never known before.

We will fuck each other raw before then end of  the night, as i drag my red nails into your flesh blood trickles out and slowly drips down your back. I ask you if that was a problem, does the blood freak you out. but you assure me that it was fine you actually think it’s fucking hot!

Oh, baby that is so good to hear, I begin riding your thick fuck pole harder and faster and I know it won’t be long until my delicious cunt is filled with your creamy, hot jizz. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your cum so fucking hard, shooting load after load deep inside me.

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Mmm, feels so good baby, and I’m so happy you don’t mind it when it gets messy and we take it to the next level. I especially love that your not freaked out by a little blood getting spilled, and before you process what I just said you feel the cold steel blade slice deeply across your neck from ear to ear.

As you slowly lose consciousness, I lean over you with your still hard dick inside my dripping snatch, “Now do you see you should have never, ever underestimated and insulted someone you have no business going up against. It’s a shame, some people just have to learn their lessons the hard way.”  

Sweet Death…

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She clawed at the sheets as I devoured her sweet juicy pussy. I must say I enjoyed every minute of it. Watching her squirm and feeling her pull my hair was definitely turning me on. I reached down to pet my own pussy and found it soaking wet. I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs wide open so I can see that pussy smile at me before I gave her clit the best kiss it’s ever had. Keeping one hand on her delicious little kitty, I kiss up her body and gently put the other hand around her neck. I begin to choke the bitch. I kept ramming my fingers into her pussy and watched the life drain from her eyes as I clenched her neck. She clawed at my arms and face but I couldn’t let go. Not til the job was done. There was no turning back. The moment she stepped into my dungeon she should have known it was the end of the road. This bitch was going to die and now she knew for sure. As soon as she went limp I pushed that lifeless hoe off of my bed and fell into a peaceful satisfied slumber.

Hand job

Accomplice phone sexI have been in a bad mood lately. I was just going to find something to have some fun with. To work out some of my frustrations. But that is not what happened. I was trying my best to just be good. To find a prey. Some-thing safe. Something I could use. But … the best laid plans, and all. I have been getting hit on every single day by a gross fat round little man that manages my building. He just won’t take no for an answer. I was trying to walk away. Just ignore him again. And go hunting. But he was so persistent. And he was following me around getting lude and disgusting. And then he threatened me. Threatened to evict me if I didn’t give him a hand job. I know I shouldn’t EVER play close to home. But I just snapped. I took him into the basement. It was easy to tie him up. I just told him I wanted some kinky sex. Then sliced open his nasty cock. Pour rock salt all over it.. And gave him the hand job he wanted. OOOOH how he screamed. But I kept jerking until he got hard. Then I cut his dick off and let him bleed out. It’s the last time he demands a hand job!

Craving Something Sweet

There are times when I just have to satisfy my craving for something decadent and sugary sweet. I especially love the really rare and hard to find candy, it’s always in such pretty wrapping.

So shiny and eye catching and always has a pretty bow tightly around it, securely protecting all that sugary sweetness. Do you crave something so irresistible and delicious wrapped up tight?

Wouldn’t you just love it if I showed up at your door with a very special goodie just for you to unwrap and devour?! Oh and I know just the kind you love the most, young, sweet and tastes just heavenly.

Looks so pretty all done up with those luscious pink shiny lips and soft, smooth skin; all you can think about is that bald little cunt under all the pretty ruffles. I can’t wait to see her face when you show her all the toys you have for her, well maybe not for her but she’ll sure be using them a lot!!

This time it’s not for her enjoyment…oh no no, all ours baby. Watching her little perfect body writhing and wriggling just trying to loosen the ties securing her down is so cute.

Begging for her Mommy, oh how I love to tell her how her Mommy doesn’t love her anymore and just gave her to us to with you whatever we wanted.

Mmmm, there’s nothing like hearing a fresh popped cherry and such a pretty, young one at that! I must say this craving is becoming somewhat of an addiction and I have no intention of quitting anytime soon.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Adventure Time

I wait until all other parishioners have left the sanctuary.  I watch as he snuffs out all the candles, the smoke from each rises up into the air to disappear forever.  I close my eyes and breath in the scent of this place, the Holy of Holies, the House of god.  I wonder how many women have come here, pregnant, searching for an answer only to be told that abortion is against god.  How many people have laid out their troubles to some Priest that sits behind a confessional screen only to have him talk back in a bored tone, giving instruction  to say a few Hail Mary’s and then they would be absolved.  What a total and complete load of bullshit this all is.  There is no absolution, there is no forgiveness, but what there is, is a book written 3500 years ago about an invisible force that created all life, and gave rules, and started wars, and got a young girl pregnant then didn’t pay  support, but worst of all? Forbid the masses from eating pork!  Fuck that shit, I’m eating a Triple Decker Bacon sandwich right now.  I bet jesus is up there in the stratosphere majorly craving some perfectly cooked pig parts at this very moment. I get up and smear the pew with the pig oil from my finger tips, and I save just enough so that I can also smear some on my lips, then I climb up onto the Alter and kiss jesus with my bacon lips. There you go jesus, enjoy.

This is when the Father turns to look at me.  He says tersely, “Can I help you?”  I climb down, licking my fingers.  I say, “Yes Father you can.  I need counsel, can you hear my confession?”  He checks his watch, and puts his hand on the back of my shoulder; I try not to puke from being touched by this asshole;  and leads me to the confessional booth.  I sit down and open my messenger bag; I wave at Ruby Girl; I take out the crucifix, and start to suck on it.  The Father takes a seat, and asks me, “How long has it been since your last confessional?”  I say back, “Twenty years.  I have never confessed to anything before.”  He goes on to ask me to tell him my sins so that I can atone for them.  I start. He hesitates. I push the Jesus On A Stick that I brought with me into my cunt. I tell him more. He fidgets with his collar. I start to moan. He tries to peer through the screen. I start to say the Lord’s Prayer in Latin; and no I do not speak Latin, I just found it online and took it with me and tried my best to enunciate it correctly.  He gets up and swings open  the confessional door, he sees me with Jesus buried Holy Beard deep, and he yells at me.  I laugh, and continue riding the son of God until I cum.  I stand up, allowing the Jesus On A Stick to slip out of me.  I pick up my messenger bag, push my way past the wide eyed Priest and make my way out the door.  I like to think that after that, he picked up the violated jesus and licked it off.

I might go back to that church some day, might even take jesus a whole ham this time, because I’m generous like that.

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The Perfect Storm

torture phonesex karma1My mood matches the raging storm that has been rumbling for days now without letting up. The wind howling, the rain beating down with angry fists while the night fills with the loud angry screams of the thunder. Nights have rolled into days and the raging storm has created equal darkness no matter the time of night or day. My mood and blood is raging now too, I am restless and eager to escape the captivity created by the storm.
Finally I can’t take any more captivity and I have to escape. By the time I reach town I am soaked and the darkness has filled my heart. I must find release for both my pussy and my rage.
As soon as I walked into the little cafe I heard her mouth. Loud and obnoxious and full of herself, just the kind of mouth you want to shut. And then she looked up at me and it was self righteous and demeaning. Oh yes I would teach this one a lesson!
I wait patiently as my cunt gets wetter thinking about the satisfaction of taking this chick down a notch or two or three…
I brought a few things with me because I knew I couldn’t wait to get someone back to my place. The roaring inside me had to be tamed.
I dragged her into the alley and began beating her mercilessly as my pussy gushed with satisfaction and my heart began pounding faster. The adrenalin and the release of all my frustration raging as I throw blows. Finally I am tired of beating her limp body and it is time to drag her home to finish what I started.
I get her home and tie her to a tree while I prepare for her to wake up. I take out my needle and thread, and as soon as she is awake, looking at me through the slits that were once her eyes, I get to work. Sewing those steely eyes closed, cutting that sharp tongue out of her mouth, before sewing it shut are just what I need for on earth shattering orgasm before leaving her there tied to the tree in the storm.
I sleep well, satiated and dreaming of what I will do to her in the morning.