She was tons of fun. She complimented me on the very gloves that held her down and invaded her sweet private parts. And very sweet they were. I stalked her for quite some time. She was shopping with her mommy. Like all bad ass young ones, she got distracted by some girly toys. Her mommy kept walking into the next aisle over so I made my move. No one heard a thing because, well I have a way with words and I always keep candy in my purse. I love being an accomplice phone sex slut. I love the kidnapping fantasies and getting you off while I’m snuffing a young tiny whore. Her squirming body under mine as I wrapped one hand around her neck and stuffed the other hand inside her fuck hole. Come and join now daddy. I think she’s all ready. Her mouth is wide open as she gasps for air. Perfect time to shove your cock in. I love the way her eyes express so much fear. She can’t scream because I’ll just cause her more pain. The sounds of her gagging is making my pussy cream. Speaking of pussy, I’ll shove my fingers deeper into her cunt. Glove and all she’s getting fisted tonight. It’s so beautiful how her pussy rips open when you force things in it. Now I want you to take your cock and rip her ass open just like I did to her cunt. You know I have no mercy for young sluts like this one. All I want to do torture her, make my rape phone sex fantasies come to life, and snuff the bitch when I’m good and ready. All I need is your help. I couldn’t be the devious accomplice if I didn’t have you. I love your evil twisted ways. We are a perfect team. And tonight we will tag team torture this little whore til the life leaves her precious eyes.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
Fantasy Phone Sex with Blair: What is Your Fear?
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.
Not 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.
Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Master’s School for Unruly Slaves
My master took me to an underground bondage club this week. There were several other slaves there too. Master said I needed taught obedience. The club owner was a hot bitch. A hot dominate mean bitch. Master left me in her care. Master told her to “Break the whore.” She began by making me worship her ass. She forced my face in her ass for hours. She practically suffocated me on that ass. She made me clean her asshole with my tongue. it was so humiliating.
After ass worshiping, she tied me up, exposing my holes. She started shoving big ass dildos in my ass and cunt. She didn’t go gently either. All the while, I was getting my ass paddled by her assistant and skull fucked by another dildo. My Master was sitting with the other masters jacking his dick watching me get anally tortured. I had a foot long black dildo crammed in my ass at the same time that I had one in my cunt. Felt like I would never shit the same way again. Every time I cried, or whimpered or even grimaced like I was in pain, I got fucked harder.
Master was getting so turned on, he came over and smothered me with his ball sac. I could not breath. I came close to passing out when he shot a load of cum all down my stomach and over my tits. He then started smacking my tits so hard they turned purple. The head mistress yanked me up and shoved me on the ground and forced me to suck every Master’s cock in that room. So many dicks being forced down my throat. And that was not all. She told them all to fuck my ass. It was gaping open at this point from her dildo torture. I could hear the men laughing as they dumped load after load of cum in my sore asshole.
I was covered in sweat and cum when she strung me up by the rafters with the other slaves. All of us bound and gagged and suspended by our arms. She, her and her assistant all moved around us torturing us in various ways. I would get paddled, have something crammed up my ass, have my tits hog tied and electrocuted, be forced to suck cock, get slapped and punched by her and all the masters. This went on for hours until we were all have conscious and begging for mercy. You could smell the piss, the shit, the tears, the fear in the dungeon. We were all begging for mercy, promising to be obedient slaves.
See, I am actually a very obedient slave. I do as all my Masters tell me to do, but some masters still enjoy inflicting as much humiliation and pain on me as they can. What kind of Master would you be too me?
Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus
One of my callers asked me how I got into knife play phone sex. My love for knives is actually hereditary. My great grandparents were carnies. Yes, circus freaks. They both threw knives and swallowed them. I inherited their knife collection along with some other vintage carnival items like their morphine needle. It is great to use for subduing victims, even today. I fancy myself a knife thrower like my great grandparents. Only I am no circus freak and it is not for entertainment, well not public entertainment.
I have these stairs that lead down into my basement where I practice my knife skills on worthless humans, usually men. Just the other day I picked up this stupid guy who thought he was gonna fuck me. Really, do I look desperate and so cheap that I would go fuck some guy because he said I was pretty? I have zero tolerance for stupidity and even less for horny pervs who don’t know how to treat a woman. I told him in my basement was a love den. Yeah right, I look like I have a love den. But it got his stupid ass down those stairs. As I was following him, I injected him with my grandparents old morphine needle to incapacitate him. That shit works fast too. He got all woozy and began to stumble.
He actually fell down the last few stairs which was perfect. I then strung him up to the concrete wall where I practice my knife throwing techniques. The less they squirm or move around, the less the likelihood I will hit a major artery. Moving targets I have not quite mastered yet. While he was semi conscious, I broke out my grandparents knife throwing collection. They were all nice and sharp too. I just tried to concentrate and throw them along the outline of his body. I usually do pretty well. But this guy was fat and maybe he needed more morphine because he was not as limp as other practice playmates have been.
I told him be still or he would fuck up my aim. He started getting belligerent with me and calling me names. The fat fuck of a pervert had the audacity to call me a fat whore. So, I decided to practice with a blind fold on. My grandparents could do it. Turns out I can’t. As I was throwing blindly, I heard screams and yelps. Kind of just turned me on. No one would miss him. The more he screamed, the harder I threw and the less I concentrated on where the knife was going. I wanted to hit his flesh, impale him. I wanted to make him bleed. After I went through all the knives, all I heard was gurgling sounds. I giggled in amusement when I took my blindfold off and saw about 30 knives in his flesh. Even one dead center between his legs. I literally nailed his balls to the wall. He didn’t deserve them anyway.
I made quite a mess as it turns out. He bled out, slowly, but he did pool his blood on my floor. I kind of like the red stains on the wall, so I just cleaned the blood and sinew off the floor. I don’t really care if I never become a master knife thrower like my grandparents. I enjoy the sport of impaling flesh with sharp objects. Especially flesh on worthless pieces of shit. Are you a worthless piece of shit?
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.
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!
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.
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!
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.
From 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.
At 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.
As 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.
Another night in the life of a cum whore…
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…
Mutilation Phone Sex with Venus: Some Guys Don’t Deserve a Cock
Mutilation 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.
I 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.
Bad Cat Girl.
I love the new kitty cat Halloween costume I just bought. I know you said you liked it, but I didn’t know you meant you liked it that much. You said that when I wear it I look like a bad kitty cat. One that needs to be punished. You make me put it on and model it for the party that you’re having tonight. I’m the main attraction. You are allowing everyone to just come up to me and touch me. I’m not so sure I like it. But I want to show you I am such a good kitty. *meow* Don’t you like the way I look in this outfit?
I love how hard you’re getting watching everyone grope on my tits. After everyone has had their feel of me, you instruct me to lose my costume and let everyone see the REAL kitty. You want everyone to see my tits naked. To really let them see what they are missing. What they could have if they were my master.
Just to show everyone what a good kitty I am, you make me get on my knees and suck your big fat cock. Making me take it deep down my throat getting it nice and hard. All anyone can hear is the fireplace crackling and slurping and gagging noises.
Once your fuckrod is nice and wet you bend me over on the floor and shove your cock deep inside of my tight wet muffin. Letting everyone watch you fuck me. If you glance to your side you see everyone either making out or touching themselves and each other. Your cock sliding in and out of me is making such good sounds. You keep fucking me, pounding my wet kitty until I feel you starting to cum inside of me. Oh yes fill me up master!! I love being such a ‘bad kitty’ for you. *meow* *giggles*
Use me, Abuse me
What makes me excited, and creams my sweet little panties? Getting used by you, of course! I crave to be owned and commanded. My panties get so moist when you manhandle me and bend me over forcing yourself inside me. I know it turns you on to treat me like a rag doll. I once was kept as a living rag doll. I was abducted from a Halloween party where I was dressed up as Raggedy Anne, how fitting eh?
So as I played the role of a submissive at the party and participating with a scene or two for entertaining the attendees and we did just that! Well appeared one attendee was particularly entertained and wanted more. I was cornered in the kitchen near the back door where this individual put their hand over my mouth and a knife to my throat pushing me out the back door. I was shoved in a van and they got in the back with me and bound me up and gagged me.
I was taken down a rocky road just before the van dropped and I just heard stillness and nature. The back f the van was opened and I was pulled out by my bound feet. Drug out of the van and tossed over the shoulder of my abductor I was taken into a secluded cabin. I was then put in a wooden chair, unbound and rebound to the chair.
My abductor talked finally telling me he has been looking for his own life sized raggedy Anne doll to keep. I was used as a fuck doll, toilet and punching bag. This went on for an unknown amount of time before he, like a man, got bored with me. He then dumped me on the side of the road tattered and abused.