Category: Sadistic phone sex

Taking Care of the Trash…

Bloody phone sexI could tell the bitch was already bleeding out by the time I got her top off. Some stupid whore who’s head I took a brick to when she wasn’t even looking, walking down the side walk like she owned the whole goddamned city. I just couldn’t stand the way she walked, or talked on the phone to some other slut I’m going to track down and kill too. She did have great tits though, D cups at least, glistening and wet from the blood that was spilling out of her bimbo head. I wanted her naked. I wanted to see if her pussy juice still tasted sweet mixed with her blood. I had to work quickly, so I took a knife to her jeans which slit another wound down her thighs. I’m not particularly precise when it comes to these things. She was blacking out so after getting a little taste of that pussy I fucked her with the knife I used to get her pants off. She would have liked it too, if she was awake for it. This is the kind of penetration she deserved, but not the kind she and all those dicks she’s inhaled have had in mind. Then I left her in the ditch just off the road where hopefully the garbage man will come and take this piece of trash to the dumpster where she belongs.

I do it for you…

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Some times I do bad things on purpose, so You will punish me, I guess I need more training…. I don’t know why I do it, defiance, punishment, pain, pleasure it all starts to merge together and not make sense to me, and I can be very good for a while, but I love to touch my tight pussy, I will beg to touch it, I know I deserve to be punished severely when I disobey You, and I am at peace with that. The pain makes me high. It puts me in a place that is more pleasurable than having sex. I disobey you for a reason. I am your dog, your slave, your bitch. I obey you most of the time.. but There is this wild animal in me that needs to deify you. I need to see you angry. Watching you bite your lip, squeeze your fits and hit me, make me so fucking wet. Seeing the anger in your eyes is intoxicating. At that moment I know I am your next torture product until you feel better. Spending hours with you, watching your evil smile as you cut into me. Makes me more than high. 

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Killer Phone Sex Bathtub Fun

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I got a fun client this week who hired me for a little bit more than my normal slaughter and run. He wanted me to do my normal hunt like I usually did but he wanted it to be less of a bash and grab and more sensual and trust between the two of us. I went out to a local underground gay club. He wanted a pretty chicky and I knew I would be able to pull it off no problem. I sat at the bar and went through lady after lady before the perfect one met me. She had long legs and brown hair, and I knew she was going to be just his type. I was to take her back to his house which I would tell her was my own. When I got there I continued to feed her drink after drink. She was already pretty sloshed but I wanted her nice and wasted so that every sense of hers was down. I asked her to excuse me while I drew a bath for us both to play in and went into the bathroom shutting the door. He sat in a chair in the corner of the dark bathroom. It was a really large one, the kind with not only a bathtub, but also a stand up shower straight across from it. He already had the bathroom ready; candles were everywhere, and enough light to barely see. The tub was full of warm blood, a thin layer of soap suds laid across the top of it. I looked at him and winked leaving the bathroom. I went over to her and kissed along her neck, removing her dress from her shoulders. We undressed each other till we were both naked and I walked her into the dark bathroom.

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I backed into the tub pulling her in with me. The blood was thick and warm around us, she leaned against the back of the tub and I continued to make up with her slutty face hole. I pushed my hand in between her legs and played with her twat roughly. She whimpered a little bit and asked me not to be so rough. That made me want to be worse, I shoved four of my fingers inside her and leaded forward and bit she side of her neck. She moaned out again a little bit louder. I took a deep breath and then went into the blood searching for her clit with her tongue. When I opened my mouth it greeted my taste buds and lapped at her cunt with excitement of the familiar iron taste in my mouth. I got a little too excited and bit hard at her twat taking it into my teeth. I could feel her just and then I came to the surface. Blood drained down my face as I gave her a menacing smile. Her eyes grew wide and she lifted her hands from the water and looked at the blood draining down her arms. She began to scream, and I slowly lifted myself out of the tub and walked across the room to the sink. I grabbed the knife that was sitting in it and flipped on the light turning to face her. She squealed and begged me not to hurt her. I laughed as she lay in the tub trying to reach her arms out to stop me. I looked over to my client sitting in the chair and her eyes followed in the direction of mine. She gripped the edge of the tub and tried to lift herself out. With a nod from my client I turned to her again and slid my knife across her throat. Blood sprayed across the bathroom and she slowly sank into the tub.

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I glanced back to my client. He gave me a pleased smile. Blood drained down my naked body. He nodded his head towards the shower and I stepped in. There was a wash cloth and some soap in the shower. He adjusted his chair in between the tub still gurgling with air bubbles and me in the shower. I turned the water on and began to rub the blood all over myself. Slowly it left the surface of my skin and formed in a puddle below my feet. I moved my fingers to my tight bald pussy and began to get myself off. He removed his cock and stated to stroke his throbbing cock alongside me. He dipped his hand into the tub of blood, her hand dead resting on the side and stroked himself with his blood soaked hand. We both came together; it was intense, staring into each other’s eyes. He thanked me and paid me my money and I went about my ways. I had so much fun with him and wished that he would enlist in my services again.

Near Death Torture Sex

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There is nothing worse than the days that I have to sit caged or tied up in the basement alone and in silence. I hate the things that Mater has done to me, and I hate the way that he makes me feel emotionally. But I would rather endure hours of torture sex than nothing at all. I sat in the dark and cold and cried. I cried but my tears never showed up or drizzled down the sides of my face. I was so thirsty and so hungry but like the slut I was I craved the touch of Master. My wishes came true as he showed up at the top of the stairs. He had me pinned down in a device so that I could only turn my head up to look at the once empty stair case. He came down and undid the shackles. He attached the lease to my collar and began to walk me up the stair. I crawled on my hands and knees, my eyes closed as the bright light of the sun hit my eyes. The air smelled amazing against my skin. He led me into the bathroom where the tub was full of water and ordered me to get in.
It was ice cold and made me lose my breath; he held my head under the water. I gripped my hands onto the edge and began to fight and kick to get my way out. When he allowed me to come up I gasped for breath, the air stinging my lungs. He did it again, this time I got a little bit more air before submersion. When he lifted me I went to gasp for air to be met not with air but the thrust of his cock into my throat hole. I gagged on it and tried to pull free needing air to invade my lungs again. He released me and I got a half a breath of air before he shoved me back under. I screamed into the water, he was trying to kill me, this was it, I was no longer useful to him. I let one last bubble escape from my lung and felt my body begin to slip. Slowly my mind faded and the world began to blur.
I woke up to a huge pain and coughed up access water out of my lungs and all over the soft carpet under my hands. I could hear him grunting as he plowed into my ass hole.

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My body still limp beneath the grasp of his hands on my hips. I tried to prop myself up, the room spinning he reached up and wrapped my wet hair around his hands yanking it firmly in his hand. My whimpered as I could feel some of the roots uplift from the follicles in my scalp. My pussy began to throb as he inserted something into it as he continued to rip my ass hole wide open with the force of his dick. I whimpered and cried for him to stop, it was too much but I was only met with a fist to the back of the head. I passed out again. When I woke up I lay in the same place. I reached to my throbbing pussy, the pain was almost unbearable. I looked at the blood coating my finger tips and then went for another feel. I felt something in me, and removed it. It hurt so badly, when I held it to my face I cried and rolled over into the fetal position laying it on the ground. It was a broken beer bottle. I sobbed, trying to stay quiet, Master has stuffed my pussy with a broken beer bottle and I could not believe it. Maybe he no longer cared of me at all, I wanted to die there, before it got any worse.

Torture Sex Perfection

torture sex angieNothing gets my blood running hot as the fires of hell like torture sex. Being the sick and twisted bitch that I am with a heart as black as coal and ice water running through my veins, I have found a way to combine the desire for torture sex with the life of my all time idol. I have always admired Vlad the Impaler. The image of his pale face with his contrasting dark beard and his jet black eyes sends waves of desire coursing through my body straight to my cunt. I have often imagined his clammy touch and rancid breath on my flesh. He was and still is the king of torture and fear. My kind of man….I love that he impaled his victims. Combining his infamous torture methods with my dark sexual desires has been a journey of trial and error, however it is finally perfected!  Finally I have found just the spot to impale someone for maximum pain and the longest survival time. I have also created a wooden pole that is modified with two wedges that keep the body from sliding down with the pull of gravity. Now I can enjoy the hanging body, blood dripping down the pole and pooling at the base, naked and vulnerable and unable to escape the added sexual tortures that I inflict to the erotic sounds of screams as they slowly become horse and raspy cries followed by groans. Finally the mind shuts down and the dull stare precedes the loss of consciousness. Only then do I leave them to recover enough for me to start over again. I give them just enough water to sustain them and no food. I am trying to break my record of keeping one alive for 10 days of endless torture.

Bloody Phone sex Client 22

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  Bloody Phone sex wasn’t just a fantasy with this psychopath it was a reality that I found out too late.    There would be no sign for me no casket no funeral. I would die at the hands of this asshole maybe because it was in the cards for me. Perhaps it was because this motherfucker wanted to kill me from the start and I didn’t see it coming. I had read his emails and thought he wanted a friend a fuck partner that could get through the  lonely nights on campus instead he said we were going to play a game. I would be the hunted in this warehouse and he would try to find me. At first it seemed kind of fun him chasing me around and hiding all over the place and my pussy felt like it needed release so I thought this could be really fun. As I was running hiding in corners I noticed the blood and the corpse hanging from the ceiling I thought maybe it was some kind of locker where they stored meat but I heard a mumble and thump from one of the lockers and decided to peer inside. A pair of glass eyes stared back at me wide eyed. My heart bounced and I was frantic with fear. What the fuck was going on and where was my friend.

       Turning around I felt the punch to my jaw socket and my knees gave out throwing me on the floor. Hitting my head against the cold concrete I felt the jolt of electricity almost too late.Falling down to the floor, my head fell back to look into the most sinister eyes that burned like flames. Could this have been what happened to that other person in the locker? It was too late I was getting my pants and shirt ripped off and there was a large meat cleaver in his hand. My eyes grew wild and then I felt him push my legs apart and the needle that hit my clit like a electric shock with a grin he smiled and then the meat cleaver entered my asshole  pulling my flesh from the limbs. I was over and done and I kicked myself I knew it had been a mistake to meet someone from my  sex line  chat room but I couldn’t help it I thought I was doing the right thing by reaching out but alas it was to be the last I had ever done.

The Only Good Sex Is Torture Sex

Torture sexThe minute I saw her I was in lust.  I have never in My life had seen someone so perfect.  Beautiful face, beautiful body, beautiful smile.  I was captivated by her.  I watched her for a very long time.  Many a man approached her, she was kind in turning them down.  She showed them the ring on her finger and said no thank you.  I sat back to take in the pure grace of this stunning creature.  I decided nothing ventured nothing gained.  I walked up to the bar, touched her on her smooth shoulder as I leaned over her to order another drink.  She smiled at Me, I smiled back.  She said, “You have beautiful hair.”  I said, “You have a beautiful everything from what I can see.”  She blushed. As I was leaving her side to return to My table I added, “I would love to see a lot more if you feel like doing something a bit…different.”

I could tell she was watching Me as I walked away.  Good.  It wouldn’t be long before she approached Me.  She sat down next to Me.  She acted shy, I didn’t.  I sat forward, pressing My right hand behind her head pulling her toward Me. I kissed her hard, forcing My tongue into her mouth.  Then I sat back.  She looked a bit surprised but I could tell from her eyes that I was going to have a wonderful night.

Snuff sexShe was laying in front of the fire.  I marveled over her unmarred skin.  Not one touch of ink done on her, not one piercing.  She was flawless.  The only thing wrong with flawless things is that eventually they break.  It was time for her to break.  I kissed her one last time, trailing My fingers down over her full breasts, down her stomach before plunging My sharp nails into her wet pussy.  The torture sex portion of the night was beginning.  She slammed her legs together, trying to sit up, I slapped her hard across the face.  She tried to sit up again, and once more another stinging slap landed on her smooth cheek. 

I grabbed her by the chin, pushing My nails into her flesh.  I bared my teeth as My hand sunk deeper into her cunt.  I calmly told her that now it was My turn to have fun.  By the end of our lovely evening together, there was the smell of charred flesh permeating the condo building I had broken into to have My little tryst.  I could hear doors opening up, people stopping each other in the hall asking where it was coming from.  I watched all this from the doorway of the building.  It wasn’t long before I could hear the police sirens slicing through the night, just like I sliced through My flawless lover.

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Dinner is on you…

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You whine and whimper as I tell you that I am going to use my turkey carving set to slice you like a Thanksgiving turkey and then I am going to put you in the oven. I grab the carving fork and poke it right into your fat thigh as I use the carving knife to slice you. You are screaming to loud for me so I push a apple into your mouth making you shut up. So I can finish cutting you and then placing you into the big oven where the murder will take place, not without the help of the carving fork  and knife that will make you bleed out as you are cooking and smelling so delicious in my oven.

Missing his Touch

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Master has been into using me to make money these lonely days in the basement. He met a snuff porn producer and has decided to do some mild pussy trauma films. This means hours of torture to any and every part of my body till he says stop. This leaves me helpless and afraid. Master may love to hate me and at times it gets just awful but I know that he is not going to take my life. He enjoys the things he does to me and sees death as an easy way out. That being said these monsters he allows to have the pleasure of ravaging my body do not stop. They will choke me till I pass out and I will wake up to a flat iron clamping my nipples. Master always let me know that everything is okay after every film. He allows me to suckle from his life-force and feed me his sperm. If it was not for the power of his protein pack substance I would have been dead a while ago. Now I wish for it, no matter how sad Master would be to have to find another sex slave. My body used to be for Master’s pleasure and has now become a fuck factory for anything from gangbangs to knife in my pussy. There is nothing worse than feeling your pussy get ripped open by a knife that is filling it. At least Master cares for me enough to sew me back up. I love him so much. I hope he will fill my cunt with his beautiful rod again.

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Daycare Fun

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I pass the time at the daycare just fantasizing about getting alone with the twenty or so little shits I have to watch every day. I just want to string them all together from the roof, Making a ladder of young naked bodies and turn them into a waterfall of blood after I gut them open. I can see a Christmas tree of their guts dangling from the ceiling but there’s no way I’d get away with slaughtering an entire school house of them, So I just wait for the individual jobs I get from unlucky parents in desperate need of someone to watch their shitty little ones while they go out and be fucking irresponsible like they always want to do. Giving the job to someone they don’t even know. So I just have to go to the bathroom during breaks and rub my wet cunt while thinking about it instead of actually doing it. What a disappointment.