Category: Killer phone sex

Such soft skin…

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We make the perfect pair; the most dynamic duo this world has ever seen! Your charming good looks draw those poor, ignorant sluts in and by the time the sun rises we’re dancing among the crimson stained dungeon walls. I have no problem waiting for you to bring them back to me, I know how much the chase excites you. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you drag the little whore by her arms into the last space she’ll ever see. I can’t help but start to feel wet as you secure her to the metal exam table in the middle of our little sanctum. Poor thing; she has no idea that no one will ever hear her screams through the soundproof walls. Why don’t you sit back and watch; you worked so hard to acquire the little tramp and you deserve spectacular show for all your hard work and planning. The excitement in your eyes grows as I slowly take a scalpel from the instrument tray and begin to slice the girls smooth, flat stomach… Her skin is so soft that my scalpel glides through it like soft, warm butter. I would love to hear your thoughts on our latest little specimen, we have as long as we want with her after all.

Torture phone sex Fun

torture phonesex angieI have been feeling particularly twisted lately and my latest taste of torturous fun is very interesting. It has been keeping my pussy nice and wet for days now. I have lost count of how many victims I have played with over the last few days. I have body parts every where and each time I look at them and remember the screams, the agonizing pain, it makes me cum all over again. What diabolical, evil means of torture have I been implementing you ask? I will tell you….I have been grabbing unsuspecting and random people. I haven’t been particular about age or sex. The only requirement has been that they are alive and lucid. I created a machine in my basement that is crude but does the trick. It has two pieces of wood that are connected to heavy springs. I pull them down and latch them in place. Then I place my victim on them binding their ankles and wrists to the wood. When I pull the lever the spring create a great force, pulling the wood up and apart and ripping the bodies in half. The screams are deafening but brief however they are blood curdling and enough to make me flood my panties with cum. It is the purest erotic sensation ever and I am loving every minute of it. torture phonesex torture

Accomplice phone sex

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The way you react seeing your first dead body is never how you expect it to be. They dragged her in the house midday Tuesday. I was cleaning up after a long night of the men pre-gaming before the club when the door swung open. Rodrigo had a little chicquita flung over his shoulder as the others followed behind him. He slammed the door and threw her body on the ground. I knew she was still alive when she hit the floor and groaned. She was about my height but a little thicker. She had a fat ass and medium sized tits. If I was a free whore I would definitely fuck around with her. Rodrigo told me to tie her up to the bed and put down a tarp. She and I knew exactly what he planned on doing hence why she started to fight back. I had to knock this bitch out before she did the same to me. Rodrigo was impressed at how well ii fought back but his being impressed was the last thing on my mind. I tied her up as quickly as possible and slapped her until she woke up. I was ready to see someone besides myself be the victim for once. Rodrigo pulled out his cock and pissed all over her. She screamed were gargled as his piss filled her mouth and ran down her chest. I cackled with sick pleasure as he shoved his cock down her pissy face hole. Then, I fingered my pussy as she screamed from the pain of his cock getting shoved forcefully up her ass. Finally I came all over my panties when she slit her throat and came all over her bloody dead body… I never found out what that girl did to deserve that, but I really didn’t care.

Drown Me in Taboo Phone Sex

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I’m laying in the tub thinking of you and the first time you tried to drown me. I want to feel the air taken from my lungs.  I fought you with all my strength, but I couldn’t win. Your large hands around my throat and pushing my head under the water. That look in your eyes – I thought for sure I was going to die. And yet, I have never wanted you more than at that moment.  You let me gasp for air while you fingered me and made me cum even though I was terrified.

My adrenaline pumped for 20 minutes as you drown me, and brought me back over and over.  I swallowed water and then your cock as you climbed in the water on top of me.  Choking on your giant cock and watching as you revelled in scaring me. You straddled my face and shoved your cock in my throat so hard it held me under the water. You loved feeling me choke, and you loved waiting til I stopped fighting to bring me back to the surface. I begged you for my life, and secretly I never wanted it to end.

I lay here now wanting nothing more than you to visit me again tonight. I will wait for you in my tub. I will wait for your strong hands, huge cock and evil eyes.

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Taboo Phone Sex with a Sacrifice

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I got you a gift Master. She is there, in the corner, tied up.  I ball gagged her and slit her wrists so that she wouldn’t scream until you came home. I will wake her up for you once you fuck me up. I need you so badly master, I am your dirty little fucking whore. I have brought you the sacrificial lamb you have demanded. Now it is time for you to take me down so that you can devour the lamb.

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She wakes up and watches in horror as you begin slicing me up. I scream with passion and she is so afraid she is trembling all over. She knows there will be no way out. She has given up on the idea of escaping. I’ve weakened her for you. I showed her all my scars and broken bones and missing nipples and told her that she is next. Fuck my wrecked pussy while she enjoys her last moments of sanity. 

Take me to my last breath, then roll my head her direction so that I can watch you take her as I fade out. I can see you, Master, pulling her from the corner. Untying her arms and then breaking them so that her limbs are useless and flopping helplessly by her sides. I am fading in and out and I want to hang on to watch your snuff skills. I do everything I can to focus my fuzzy eyes and I see her bleeding from between her breasts, then down her legs. I see you bite her lips off of her face and spit them out.

You break her legs and she falls to the ground. She is a dirty whore just like me and so you piss all over her pathetic body. I hope you enjoy your gift, Master. I am fading out and I am so worthless that you don’t even notice me anymore.

Down South

Where have I been, you may be asking yourselves. Well I don’t have to answer to you motherfuckers! I went to a concert in Mobile, Alabama and got fucking turned around because the goddamn toll both stiffed me a dollar twenty-six. Are you fucking shitting me?! That stupid ass bitch stole from Bianca. So I was all enraged and ready to twist a neck off when I realized I was going the wrong way. The hell? Turns out I was in some redneck dive called Pascagoula. I crossed the state lines . . . I know what you’re thinking, so shut your damn trap. It’s an evil, sick ass place. Just because it’s bumfuck Mississippi doesn’t mean they’re gonna hand you sweet tea in a mason jar or some shit like that. Fuck that! It’s a wild ass neighborhood. Most of the citizens consider the day wasted if they haven’t violated a goat by noon. It’s sickeningly dark there. One wrong turn, and you’ll wind up in the trunk of a Cadillac, never to be seen or heard from again. So of course I took this opportunity to explore. I headed straight for the Brass Monkey. It might as well be called The Drunk Asshole Bar, because the company was wicked! When I was leaving, I spotted a guy trying to break into my car. Not. fucking. okay. I reached for the crowbar I keep in my purse and bashed him in the fucking head. He grunted and fell to the cement. I just kept beating and smashing the metal bar into his skull until it exploded with red goo and I kicked him aside, slid into my vehicle, and drove away. Byebye Mississippi. I don’t have to fear any thing or any place. You fuckers fear ME.

The sound of my switchblade

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Have you ever heard the sound of a switchblade knife open?  It is a very distinct sound. When I am hunting, they always hear it. I make sure of it. It is a necessary sound. As is the sound of their throat as I cut it.

She was breathless from the chase, ah my old familiar hunting grounds. So many deciding factors in her fear. The dark, the confusion, her scrambling to run so fast as she falls and tries to get up. She is already bloody and dirty by the time I subdue her. And as always, I catch my prey. It is pay up time.

She hides as best she can, but I can smell her fear, like a bloodhound their scent always leads me to them. I think its the mixture of adrenaline and sweat, mixed with whatever stale and sickly soaps and perfumes these cunts always wear. That is how I can find them easily, they are so predictable.

As I approach my prey, it is deathly silent. And in the quiet dark all you can hear…is my switchblade.

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Opportunity

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Ugh… those worthless little sluts that wander around the mall after school are the bane of my existence. What I wouldn’t give to have one of those whores cowering in fear, locked in a small dog cage, naked and cold. I found one I like last week… she was a short, very skinny little thing in a group of several other carbon copied girls. Every single one was wearing a pair of very tight skinny jeans, a poorly designed triable patterned crop top and a pair of those god awful TOMS shoes. Every Single. Girl. As a small group of three other teens walked by, one chubby, one fat and one gay they made quite a few snarky comments. Oh what I wouldn’t give to slice the scalpel I have in my bag between their thin little rib cages and puncture their lungs… or perhaps slitting their throats is the way to go… I’ve read that if you slice through the Larynx that the vicim will drown in their own blood, gasping of air as the very life-force of the body that distributes oxygen deprives them of it. Oh what I wouldn’t do for an opportunity… 

In Fear

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I thought we were simply here to have a good time. My husband never took me anywhere so when he offered to take me to a water park I immediately agreed. I wanted to spend time together like we used to but this day was soon spoiled by his horrible fucking attitude and hair trigger temper. It all happened in the “Lazy River” when we saw a young boy floating past us looking for his mother. I could see all over his face how terrified he must be. Being so young and vulnerable out in the open by his self must be a mortifying experience. My heart went out to the boy! My husband was infuriated at the thought of me giving attention to something other than him. He crept up behind the boy’s floatie and ripped him off of it. I tried to look away as he pushed and held the pre-pubescent little boy under water. My husband had this sick look in his eyes like got whenever he beat me. That’s when I knew he was going to kill the youngin. I begged him to stop but according to that sociopath, “I gotta hear him say it. Let this little fucker beg for his life.” Before he could finish his sentence the water went still. I grabbed the boy trying to blow any air I had back into his little lungs. As my husband walked away I held the body of somebody’s lifeless little boy. I knew I had to move quick before somebody came and saw me holding this dead boy. I had no choice but to free him from my bosom and watch the weight of rigamortis bring him to the bottom of the wave pool. He died fearing for his life and I couldn’t even pity him. Mainly because I knew for certain now that when it was my time, that exactly how I will meet my death. In fear.

Approaching Storm

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Urban legend has it she comes when you are sleeping. You don’t suspect it but while you’re cozy and snug in your bed you’re awaiting your death. The one catch is, she comes when she feels like it. This once loophole makes people walk on egg shells hoping she doesn’t see something in you that pisses her off. Legend has it her father was the one who turned her into this sick torture freak. When her daddy pierced her nipples instead of crying and begging for mercy, she begged for more. When he branded her, instead of trying to run, she became his whore. Supposedly, he taught her by example on how to be cruel and heartless. Now, she is a pro on how to drag out the hurt and cum from any type of pain. I never believed in urban legends but this one sends chills up my spine. Being a black pain slut I’d love to see what Storm had in store for me. Pain is always painful but it always makes my pussy drip too.  Looking back on your past couple weeks, should you be preparing for the approaching Storm?

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