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And Then He Said “Let There Be Torture”

torture phonesex angieTHESE ARE MY EARLIEST MEMORIES.

THE ONES THAT MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY.

In the beginning we were a happy family. Mommy gave birth to me and Daddy was in love with his sweet little Princess. Daddy got so jealous of Mommy giving me all the attention. Every time he looked at her with me he would see red. I was his, he made me. He would sneak in my room at  night and stand over my crib, looking at me with longing, his cock would grow until it ached. He had no choice, he had to pull his cock out and jerk his dick spewing his cum all over my little body, scooping it up with his fingers and feeding my eager young mouth. He would close his eyes and imagine my little mouth sucking the tip of his cock the way it was sucking the tips of his fingers.
One night after fucking Mommy with visions of his Princess in his head, his dark desires came bubbling to the surface. Something in Daddy snapped that night that changed both of our paths in life.
Daddy took me from my crib and showed Mommy how he loved his Princess every night since I was brought home from the hospital.  Her screaming and crying just fueled the fire with in him. She was out of her mind questioning how he could do that to me. How dare she question him? How dare she insist that I was hers and not his?
He bound her to the bed and made me watch as he tortured her. He fucked her until she screamed from the pain and then lifted his knife high in the air. The sparkles from the light were so pretty as they glistened off the blade. And then it came down and sunk into her soft belly. When it came back out it was a bright red the blood dripping down on to her body. Daddy made me lick it before making me watch again as he repeated the process twice more before ramming his hard dick deep inside one of her gaping holes. Ramming harder and faster as he repeated over and over how much he loved me and how I was his Princess, no one else’s, his and all his.
Then Daddy stuck his thumbs in her wounds and ripped her flesh wide open, her eyes grew wide and were staring into space. I know now that was from shock. He picked me up and let me sit in her abdomen as he continues to fuck her, covering me with his cum from inside her cunt.
Finally he grabbed her head by the hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to the beautiful blade. In on swift motion he severed her head and held it over my open mouth, urging me to drink her life blood.
From that point on, I never knew which Daddy I would wake up to. One Daddy kept me locked in the dungeon. he loved to torture me for being a whore like my Mommy. he could see her in me. In my eyes, in my features. He hated that slut and wanted to cause her as much pain as he could.
The other Daddy pampered and spoiled me. As long as I was his accomplice, going and getting pretty little things for him and helping him torture them. He would shower me with love and affection and my every desire was met.
Daddy is long gone. But I still have the house and the dungeon and the desire to torture.
Thank You Daddy,
Your Dark Princess~~Angie

Torture phone sex: The Undead

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Live people don’t usually end up on my mortuary table; or, if they do, they never stay that way…  But, this one was different: I began slicing into his skin and he gasped.  His eyes opened wide but he seemed to be paralyzed.  His pulse was weak, but it was there.  Poor bastard must have been drugged or something by his wife.  Well, he was mine now.  The damn unlucky bastard was going to be my treat.  He had an open casket, so I couldn’t leave any obvious marks (which wasn’t really a problem).  But, I was in the mood for something different; and, I was excited by this living fucker on my table. 

I used clothes-line pins to stretch his cock out over the white blanket.  Fuck, he was a hairy mother-fucker!  Then, I took my time, kicking him in the crotch.  I kicked him with my black leather boots until his balls were swollen and purple.  And then, it was time for the final act:  I got out some fish hooks and opened up his pee hole until it was about the size of a dime…then a quarter.  I jammed my scalpel in it and began fisting him with the blade.  Blood was gushing out of his cock.  He was losing so much blood that he was fading into unconsciousness.  The son-of-a-bitch probably was wishing for death at that point.  But, I laughed as he tried to scream; his mouth did not move.  Either he was mute or the poison had rendered him immobilized.  As a finishing touch, I took his bruised and battered cock…and I shoved it up his asshole.  It’s a shame that I couldn’t tell the person who poisoned him what I had done; I think the individual would’ve been pleased.

Slow, Painful, Violent Phone Sex

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Violent Phone Sex; Battle Rounds

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i am really sweet but I can be mean when I have to. Like a couple of days ago, I was put into what everyone underground calls the ‘Battle Rounds’ you kind of have to fight to the death. I’m not experienced in fighting by no means. But I do what I have to, to survive. They pick you and another person to be put in the ring together. You have to fight each other and then when you are on top, then that is when the torture comes.

I was put into the ring with a girl that looked to be a few years younger then me. She was scared and kept saying she wanted to go home. Me too little one, me too. But unfortunately we were put here for a reason, and I refuse to die on some cold concrete floor. I did what any human wanting to survive would do.

I started getting violent, yelling at her and started charging for her. I wanted to live and I was going to live. I grabbed the hammer off the floor and started to hit her. Doing whatever I could to make her fall. She was screaming and crying and trying to fight back. I wasn’t letting it get to me. You can’t have feelings and try to survive. I just kept bashing at her. Blood was starting to go every where. She finally slumped to the floor. I grabbed her by here hair and pulled her to the corner, where I could tie her up so she couldn’t get away.

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She pleaded, “please don’t do this.” Sorry I have to get out of here. Once she was tied up, I got the needle and thread and started to sow her lips together. Then I took the knife and started cutting her nipples off. And when she tried to scream the thread would rip through her skin. Causing more blood to spill out. I cut her fingers off.

I decided to skin her. Starting with her head. So much blood. I then cut her scalp off.  And if she wouldn’t dead by then. I wanted to make sure she was. I slit the bitches throat. I just remember seeing so much blood. Then I felt someone hit me in the back of the head. Everything went black.

When I woke up, I was home.. on the floor. I was  completely naked and I could feel cum oozing out of all my holes. I guess they liked what I did. At least I made it home. Alive. Safe. Even if I was cum filled by random men.

At least I survived….the battle rounds…

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Violent Phone Sex with Venus: Bloody Acts of Violence

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Violent phone sex really gets me off. I guess you could say I am prone to violent tendencies. Vanilla is not my thing, never has been. I was fucking Wednesday Adams as a wee one. I wanted to play with knives not dolls. Now the only dolls I wanna play with are the living breathing kind, but they never stay like that for long. All ages, both genders, all races…I am an equal opportunity violent offender.

Just the other day I was feeling all bitchy and sadistic, well more so than usual. I let myself in to this old farmhouse where I knew a middle aged couple lived. They reminded me of my parents. I hated my parents. The woman was home alone. I decided to butcher her first so that her husband would come home to find her bloody, dismembered body all throughout the house.  She was easy to take too, barely put up a fight. Kind of no fun. But I had fun with my massive knife collection cutting off body parts and leaving a trail for dear old husband to find. I started at the front door with a hand, and ended in the bathroom with her head.

violent phone sex knife playI relaxed in the old claw foot bathtub, with my favorite knife and her head, covered in blood and waited for Dad to come home. I heard the screams, the tears, the footsteps following my bloody presents. When he entered the bathroom, I bolted up from the tub wielding my knife, covered in wifey’s blood and went Lizzy Borden on his ass. He got 50 whacks, 50 deadly, violent whacks. I was covered in even more blood now and it was intoxicating. Blood, death, pain, violence are all aphrodisiacs to me.  As I laid there in a pool of blood, I rubbed my clit hard. I came, gathered up my knives, cleaned up any evidence that could lead back to me, and headed home. See, random acts of violence perplex the authorities. They always think a family member responsible. But, sometimes violent acts are just committed by random strangers like me in need of a good hard cum.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

cannibalism phone sex big tits milfThese girls from the gym that I do Zumba with invited me to a bonfire one of them was having out at her family’s farm. They said bring a friend, but female as it was a girls night. We were gonna get drunk, smoke weed and just have fun. Sounded great to me. I grabbed my BFF, got in the jeep and we headed to rural Kentucky. We joked a bit on the way that it seemed like we were driving through the area in one of those Wrong Turn movies. We got there and the girls were naked and dancing around the bonfire. I told my BFF, they just witches wannabes and we giggled. When in Rome, right? We took off our clothes started dancing around the bonfire with them drinking moonshine.

Next thing I know, my BFF and I are bound, gagged and tied to a stake. That moonshine  I guess was spiked. I thought is this a joke? Then the girls swarmed around us like bees on honey. They started calling us bitches and stupid cunts. One girl tried to claim I stole her boyfriend a few years ago. Really? A few years ago, not last week? Get  over it. My smart ass comments didn’t go over well with the Witches of Eastwick and I got slapped hard and an apple shoved in my mouth to shut me up. I still thought this was some sort of payback and would be over soon, but then they were dousing us in some buttery sweet smelling liquid. Did I smell pineapple? They appeared to be seasoning us. WTF? My friend looked scared; I was still in this is a joke mode. But, one of them said we were not only the guests of honor, but we were the main course.

They moved us over the bonfire. We were stacked on top of each other. The flames were so hot. We were literally melting. The main witch just kept turning us around and around and poking at our flesh. I could feel my skin frying, getting crispy. The pain was awful. We were like pigs at a luau. We would be dead soon. Dinner for the Witches of Eastwick. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Burnt flesh? It’s nauseating. These crazed bitches were continuing to dance around the bonfire , watching us cook to death. Getting off on the smell of our flesh. We were helpless, powerless, almost cooked to death. That’s when I heard the evil ring leader sing, “Cassandra roasting over and open flame….” But this wasn’t a joke. I was dinner. I was nothing more than a side of beef.

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Was it a dream or was I just high?

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I had partied all fucking night. It was an orgy, with friends.  I had done some blow, lots of shots and a I have no idea how many pills. I was Drained but very wired from the combination of drugs and alcohol. I love fucking while I’m wasted.  I was drifting in and out of sleep. My current fuck buddy was spread out on top of my messy bed totally naked and hot as hell. Everyone was passed out, scattered all over my large loft apartment, on floors, and sofas, outside on patio chairs. empty shot glasses and beer cans filled the tables.  As I gazed outside of my bedroom window onto the patio, I saw dark shadows moving around in the bushes. I kept passing out but would wake up a few seconds later from the drugs. I felt a presents above me and by the foot of the bed. I must be dreaming, I thought.  I felt large hands wrapping around my waste very tight (I was horny as hell) and one around my mouth. I was ready for something to happen. I was freaking me out. I hoped it was my fuck buddy. but I felt another set of hands on my body. I couldn’t move my legs or scream from feat, they were roped to my bed posts. My arms being held onto by someone. My ass was pulled up into the air so I was on my elbows and knees. My pussy was wet and ready for something nasty to I could hear mumbling but I couldn’t make out any words. I could see blurry images and shadows from the pale moon light that lightly lit up my room. I felt my fuck buddy moving in his sleep. It must have been my friends having their fun with  me. I went with it. I felt a large cold glass dildo slowly enter my asshole. Uhhh.. oh.. fuck..that felt amazing. It hurt so fucking good. I wanted to turn over to see who it was fucking me, but I was being restrained. A hard wet cock filled my mouth. I loved it. “FUCK ME HARD!” I wanted to scream. I didn’t have to I was being fucked hard and wished my fuck buddy would join this party. Scared to death and extremely turned on. Two cocks and a glass dildo filled me up, one in my tight pussy, the other filled up my mouth. They all moved in and out hard and fast. I love DP (double penetration) I wish there was a vibrator on my clit. I’d be in fucking heaven. Then a tongue licking my clit. Oh fucking hell, I was happy. I felt a hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter very slowly. I wanted to squirt everywhere. The cock was out of my mouth and a ball gag shoved in. The dildo came out and a man mounted me from behind and slid his huge cock in my asshole. It stretched my asshole wide, I tried to moan, it hurt so fucking good. That was what I needed. Two cocks and a ball gag. I was sweating, so tired and wired, drunk and high. My pussy wanted to cum in this guys mouth. the cocks moved faster and faster, harder and harder, I screamed for more and more louder and louder. My orgasm was so, I shot  white cum everywhere. I was soaked. My body jolted hard a few times  and i woke up. Holy fuck!! was that a Wet dream? I could barley catch my breath. I noticed my window was open, and my wrists and ankles were bruised. WTF? Everyone was gone.

Spare Me

 

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    We were out at the park after dark just after midnight on the night of a full moon when it happened. I have no idea what came over me or how the hell it happened, but the guy I was with didn’t survive. Having stepped out from the Black Metal show we were attending…

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    I didn’t even know the dudes name we were flirting, drinking, and decided to go smoke a joint together. I always keep my bag with the door guy and grabbed it on the way out as I never step outside without it. I carry my gun and a couple knives in there, along with my special “party favors”. Pulling out a joint from my bag I noticed something didn’t seem right. Once the joint was lit it had a different taste to it in fact it had us feeling pretty whacked.

   We smoked and decided to go over to the swings in the park and chill. I pulled out a flask of what was supposed to be Jack, but in taking a swig it had an acrid taste to it, like blood. Fuck it was blood, and what appeared to be vodka, where the hell did this shit come from?! I actually kinda liked the warmth it gave me and had a couple more swigs. Dude was hitting a fifth of jagermeister and suddenly I was in some sort of daze. 

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Knife in hand, blood everywhere, and a cold dead body of some dude beneath me with his pants down. My panties were off and I felt something sticky dripping from my cunt… blood and seaman. In a daze I lick my knife clean and it still isn’t quite registering with me what had happened. Looking at this corpse of a man I notice his penis has been severed, and I had a very upset feeling in my stomach. There is no way, I couldn’t have, did I?! 

Blood, Blood and More Blood…

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I think I have gotten to the part where I am absolutely turned on by the site of blood

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. My master has come to find that out also. Every time he would cut me or himself I’d start getting so wet. We’d have sex and it’s like one of best times we’ve ever done it. When there is blood involved it get’s pretty nasty if you know what I mean. So he decided it would be fun to bring back some random strangers for us to play with. Always the loners, people who wont be missed. *giggles* Master gets their hopes up high with thinking that someone, that we, care about them. We don’t, we just care about how much fun we have when we torture them. We get their bellies full and give them a few drink. One by one master incapacitates them for me. So they can’t run away or over power me.

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Blood is splattering all over the walls. That is when I start getting excited. Seeing my master beat these people to bloody pulps, just so I can have me some fun. I like playing with his many tools, cutting off fingers and pulling out eyeballs. I even love chopping them up into little pieces. Starting with their hands. I do it nice and slow, almost like I want perfection, but really knowing that the slower I do it, the more pain they will be in. Which just gets my jollies off even harder.

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But my really really really favorite part is just the blood in general. Even when I’m trying to clean up. Knowing that the blood running down my hands and face and clothes, is because of all the fun I just had. I love watching it splash and run down the sink and drain.

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 I love looking up at the mirror and not only seeing blood all over me.. but seeing that the mirror is smashed in with blood all on it, and even a little bit of hair and skin. It looks so yummy and delicious.

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I just love having days like this with my master. Once we clean up we are both hot and ready. The way he just bends me over and fucks me is amazing. I could get use to this. I think we might have to schedule days when we torture and kill people. And fuck all in their blood and whats left of them.

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: There is More Than One Way to Skin a Cat

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After the main incision is complete, and the flesh is off the torso, I move to the legs. I start at the feet, working the scalpel blade up along the outside of the leg and then the inside. This provides two flaps of sort for which I can pull the skin off. It takes patience to keep separating the skin from the leg until all the skin is removed around each leg leaving the arms, sex organs and face to skin later. The key is to go slow and keep working the skin away from the body. That scalpel will tear the flesh well and get it to a point that it’s like peeling the skin off a piece of fruit.

knife play phone sex sadistic accomplice Once the skin is off the body, I move to the face, I take my scalpel, and make a slice along the gum line. I start in the rear of the mouth, and work forward on the lower jaw. After I have made this cut, I start at the front of the lower lip and skin the whole lower jaw area back to the corner of the mouth so that the skin is free from the skeleton. Giving a Joker like appearance. Repeat for the upper jaw. Now the fun part. I return to the neck area, and pull the skin over the skull. I grab the skin like a rope, just in front of the nose, and keep pressure on the skin as I work the skin toward the nose. I then start to cut around the scalp line and around the ears. Once I have skinned around the ears, I pull the flesh back towards the eyes. I have to put my finger inside the eyelid, and pull forward as I skin. I slice through the membrane on the back of the eye, and cut slowly until the skin around the eye is free from the orbits. Then I pull the loose flesh off like a mask toward the nose. You have to work from the bottom to the nose, then form the scalp to the nose. Then I stick my fingers in the nose and scrape the skin off if it doesn’t just peel off easily.

I try to peel the skin off evenly, but I am not a pro yet so sometimes its messy and I take a huge hunk of flesh or tissue with me. Ooops me bad. Once the skin is off the torso, legs and face, I can focus on the worthless pecker. This is the easy part. I make a single incision along the upper length of the foreskin from the tip to the corona, exposing the glans, then I peel away the flesh. But because I am a sadistic, I then cut off the penis and testicles and stuff them in the POS’s mouth. Sometimes I will salt the skin and try to tan it like the hide of  cow because I can. Sometimes I am lazy too and use a bone saw to sever off the feet and the hands, making it easier to pull the skin of the limbs.

Regardless of how you skin your victim, make sure you have plenty of sharp knives and a knife sharpener as flesh and bones will dull even the best knife money can buy. And never do it in your house. It is messy and the screams of your victim will alert the neighbors. I’m still practicing my methods as I am a novice butcher still. But I enrolled in taxidermy school to learn more ways of skinning a POS. Seeing a skinned body for some reason gets my cunt all wet.

Wanna help me find worthless pieces of shit to skin? Or maybe I can practice on you. Or at least castrate you? Few guys deserve their cock and balls anyway.