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Does Taboo Phone Sex Scare You?

taboo phonesex angieI have so many lovely little items around my house that keep it nice and cozy. Things like my hand collection. Hands that I have severed from victims and placed in ant hills until the flesh is completely devoured by my little insect friends so that I can keep the skeletal remains forever. Or the beautiful lamps that I make that are lit and have severed body parts floating inside them. Or my wall of heads, skulls from previous victims that have been picked clean just like the hands and placed on display .I have always cherished my little chachkies and have kept them all to myself. However recently a very nosy, very annoying family has moved into the neighborhood. I decided it was time to teach them a lesson. I know it won’t take me any time at all to scare these fuckers right out of their house. Last night I put my plan in motion. I took one of my least favorite hands and slipped into their home while they slept. I placed it in the kitchen, in the garbage disposal so that in the morning they would find it. I plan to bury a skull next to the front walk tonight with the crown sticking out of the ground. Next they will find a beheaded chicken on the back porch. Things will gradually get worse until the final nail in the coffin. A black cat that I killed yesterday. I gutted it and shaved an inverted cross into it’s fur between it’s eyes. This wonderful trinket will be left in their bed while they are at work. Under the covers so that they don’t find it until they turn in for the night. I can keep this up for ever if I have to, but I believe after a few weeks of little surprises they will be more then ready to pack.taboo phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex: Jack in the Box

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One of friend’s girlfriend’s birthdays was this weekend. So, I decided to do something different to shock the hell out of her. I knew that she hates being scared with a passion…and she also hates clowns! So, all of us got together and bought all the Jack in the Box toys that we could find. Then, her boyfriend, Jason, wired them to be sensitive to movement. It’s great to have clever and mechanically-minded friends! We didn’t have to put up surveillance cameras to see her reaction because, unbeknownst to his girlfriend, Jason had already installed them because he got off on spying on her.

She vanilla and didn’t know about the unusual delights that Jason and I enjoyed. So, he decided the best way to tell her would be to show her…and scare the shit out of her while doing so. Jason had just stalked and killed a really lovely plump piece of prey; in fact, she looked a lot like Jason’s girlfriend now that I think about it. And, we had feasted on her for the last few days; it was a gift to me since I had been sick.  We took little pieces…like the ears, a few fingers, and bloody jewelry…and placed it on top of the clown that jumped out of the box; that way, when it popped open, she wouldn’t be able to avoid the gruesome sight. 

We boarded up the house and sat in the attic, enjoying the show.  As expected, she nearly jumped out of her skin.  And, the first body part that she found was an eyeball that was still attached to the socket.  By the time that she had opened nearly all of the toys and seen Jason’s handiwork, we went downstairs; she was crouched in the middle of the floor, sobbing and sitting in her own vomit.  Jason picked her up and tied her to the chair.  He retrieved a portion of our feast from his fridge; and he gave her a rather nice slice that make my mouth water.  She refused to open her mouth until he clenched her nose between his fingers.  He forced the meat down her throat and he smiled, “Now you’re one of us.  Whether you like it or not.”  She didn’t last much longer that weekend because we started carving her flesh and couldn’t stop; it was pity for Jason, but she did taste delicious. 

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Evil Phone Sex with Blair: My Son’s House of Horrors

evil phone sex mommy subThis weekend, my  Son said we were going to take a drive in the country, stay at a nice little B and B and have quality time together. I was so excited. Usually he just has time to fuck me, pimp me out to his friends, humiliate me, slap me around and leave me covered in cum. Once in a blue moon, he is a benevolent master and enjoys quality time with his mother. I thought this weekend trip was one such time. Of course, I was wrong.

We returned to my house. He forgot something. When we arrived back home, there was no one else there. And the power appeared off. Odd. Before I could even put my suitcase down and check the lights, my son threw me in the basement. I was down there, in the dark for over an hour, scared and alone. Then I heard the door open, and my son came down, shoved me against the wall and said, “Ready for a little game mommy? If you survive, if you get out, we can have your precious mommy son getaway.” Apparently, all I had to do was get out of the house. Like some maze or something. Obviously, he was in a sadistic mood this weekend. Which meant he had been snorting nose candy all weekend. This is never good for me.

evil phone sex bloody mommyHe left me in the basement, but untied my hands and I had to figure out how to get out of this hell hole. I tried to gain some composure and think. I started to crawl against wall till I could find some stairs or a door. I found the stairs, and started to crawl up them. I hate the dark. My son knows this. He gets sick pleasure out of watching me suffer; out of knowing I’m scared. At the top of the stairs I put my hands in something really gross and slimy. It was moving. I freaked out, pushed open the door and a little hint of light shined on this huge pile of worms. I thought I would vomit. Worms creep me out, but then my son knows that. He knows all my fears. I didn’t get far before I felt something crawling on me, more than just something, a lot of somethings. I started running in the dark, hit a table and fell down. I closed my mouth and my eyes as I felt big hairy things, spiders I bet, swarming my body. I was trembling, crying; I even peed my pants I was so scared. They seemed endless. I remembered my cell phone was in my pocket and I reached for it and turned it on for some faint light. I was horrified at all the hairy creepy spiders  all over my body. I stood up, spun around trying to shake them off. My skin was crawling.killer phone sex kinky mom

My son and a bunch of his twisted coked up friends were watching me somehow jacking their cocks to my fear; I just knew it. I was scared, trembling but  kept trying to get the fuck out of there. Suddenly I was in another room, the living room I think, and for a moment I thought the worse was over, then I got a glimpse of this evil voodoo doll with a spear I think. Almost shit myself. There was some sort of flashing white light so it looked like the doll was moving. Then I felt a sharp pain, and felt blood trickling down my leg. I look down and that thing was fucking alive. It chased me around the room, stabbing my ankles and my feet. I was begging my son to give up this nonsense. Said they could all gang bang me if they wanted, just let me out of my  house of horrors. I was scared and now bleeding and hurt. I was ignored. I tried to get to the master bedroom, limping. Before I could, I saw and evil clown. I have hated clowns since I was a little girl and my daddy tormented me with them. Of course my son knows this; he knows everything and that knowledge was being used against me for his entertainment. I was beginning to go mad. This was insane. Everything I am scared of was in this house.

sadistic phone sex evil mommyI managed to hobble to the bedroom, praying that eventually I would just walk out the front door and this would be over. I saw the mirror and thought if I shined my cell phone in it I might be able to illuminate the room enough to get my bearings and find the window or something to get out. As soon as I shined the light I saw an evil, scary apparition.  A ghostly white face staring back at me. Surely this was not my reflection. I screamed loudly closed my eyes in attempt to make it go away. I counted to ten, but before I reached the end, cold hands throttled my neck saying, “Be one of us Blair.” Be one of what? The dead?  Was I even gonna make it out alive? Was this real or all part of my son’s evil plan to scare the life out of his mother. I fought whatever this creature was  and got away but had scratches all over my face; I could feel blood running down my face. I was panicked, and this game had gone on too long now. I started running, but something, someone grabbed my feet and I fell to the ground. My face smacked hard on the floor. I turned around and saw this bloody, pale girl that looked literally like death pulling me towards her. I screamed and I kicked, but she kept pulling me. Until she pulled me back down into the basement.  I fell several feet through a trap door and banged my body up good. I was lying there on the floor, bloody, in pain, scared shitless, thinking I might actually die in my own house when my son turned on flashing white lights and I looked around and there he was with several friends laughing at me. They started calling me a cry baby whore and kicking me, and spitting on me. I was all ready battered and bruised and bleeding all over. fantasy phone sex mommy taboo

They enjoyed beating the living crap out of me for awhile before jacking their cocks all over me. They enjoyed seeing their cum on my bruised, swollen and bloody body.  They enjoyed fucking my ass repeatedly as I laid their helpless, semi conscious and in need of medical attention. And my son loved turning my house, our pleasure palace, into a house of horrors for me. I love my son, but he is a sick mother fucker who gets off on tormenting me. I barely survived my scare house; I can only imagine what is in store for me next.

Kick Me When I am Down

You have me tied up in the back of your dirty van. You found me, just like I knew you would. You have stripped me naked and beat the fuck out of me. My arm is definitely broken, and I can barely see out of my swollen eyes. You look back from the drivers seat and see that I am awake. I can see by your evil smile that you know this means it time for more sadistic fun. I try to whimper, but I can’t make a sound, because I know this will just enrage you more. 

You laugh at my terror, and pull the van off road into the trees. I can hear them crashing against the side of the van and my body gets thrown around as the van bumps through the forest. My bruises are on fire by the time you stop. You hop out of the van and slide the door open. The light stings my eyes and tears start to flow again. You terrify me. I know what pleases you, and I know that its my pain. You drag me out by whats left of my mangled hair,onto the hard ground.

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You kick me in my gut, and tell me what a dirty worthless cum slut I am. And you’re right, that’s all I am and thanks to you, all I will ever be. You kick my face and I swallow a couple of my teeth, the taste of fresh blood seems seductive to me now. You grin that evil grin once more, after seeing my momentary pleasure, you take your cock out and piss all over my pathetic body. The urine burns my wounds, but again, I love it. You have made me into the pathetic pain loving whore that you have always wanted.

You shove your cock into my broken mouth and my blood drips down your balls. You choke me with your cock. My lips are destroyed and I have no power to fight. I close my eyes again and fade out, wondering where we will be next time I wake up.

Broken Wings

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One night, I heard my nieces whispering; they were talking about the new pastor at the church that I hadn’t attended since I was younger then them.  Curious, I leaned in and listened.  One whispered that she’d heard the pastor had been having “relations” with some of the choir boys and girls.  Another one whispered that she’d seen pictures by accident; he had showed them to her, but she had ran out of the room before he could touch her.  Infuriated, I decided to take a trip down to the church.  Candles were lit and lights were on in the study, so I was sure the pastor was there.  My heavy heels clicked against the thin carpet as a young, blonde man emerged from the study.  When I told him that I was looking for the pastor, he surprised me by informing me that I was looking at him.  He was so young, younger than I can ever remember seeing a pastor.  I could see how some of his young flock may be attracted to the smooth-talking, baby-faced young man; but he didn’t fool me.  I knew that my nieces would never lie about those things that I heard them speaking about.

He looked me up and down, and I could see a little disappointment in his face.  “Usually, the young girls and boys hang out here at night.  I like to keep them out of trouble,” he said.  I replied, “I bet.”  I looked around his office while he sat in his expensive leather chair an impatiently waited for me to explain why I was there.  I wasn’t in a rush since I had locked the church door behind me; but, I did find it odd that all of his pictures were of young people and himself.  Fuming, thinking that one of those young faces could have been my niece, I wrapped a chord around his wrists.  I pressed my spiked heel to his rotatory cuff and twisted his arms out of their sockets.  He screamed, but not to my satisfaction.  I took the envelope opener from his desk and began sawing off his trimmed pecker.  It took sweat and muscle, but it was an enjoyable feat.  Then, I drug him to the alter, where there were a few feathered harnesses laying by the stage.  “They’re my little angels.  You don’t understand.”  I told him that I did and kicked the bloody mass between his legs until he was sitting beneath the table that held the offerings during service.  I carved “false prophet” on his chest.  I blindfolded him and told him that I sparing the looks of horror from those that found him; but, I wanted him to acutely hear their screams.

I wasn’t sure that night if he lived or not; but, he did.  A couple of months later, though, he was back in the newspapers: this time he was found with his throat slit over the chalice bowl.  It seemed that someone else didn’t like what he was doing, either.  But, it also seemed more personal: there was a crucifix shoved up his urethra, what was left of that dick that he’d loved using so much.

Gothic Teen Torture

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Goth teenagers are always hanging around the downtown area, where I like to stroll at night.  As I sat on a park bench and watched the annoying joking of young imbeciles, one stood out in particular.  She looked a little older than the others, but she carried herself far worse…all hunched over.  I squinted into the dark and saw the culprit of her odd gait: a cane.  It wasn’t for appearances; rather, she shifted her weight on it for support in order to walk.  I became intrigued by her and decided that I’d come back another night to learn more about her.  To my surprise, when I returned the next night, she was sitting on my bench, beneath the shadows of the trees.  She wasn’t ugly, but I could definitely tell now that she was a teenager, despite looking older than the others.  When she spoke, she was articulate, the only indications of her youth were some words, such as “like” and “omg.”  I’ve never understood why people want to talk in text code as if they are some kind of computer.

She told me this sad tale of her life; and, I actually listened because it wasn’t what I was expecting.  She had been beaten, molested, and scarred by her father since she was very young.  She still lived with him when she couldn’t find enough food on the streets.  With unusual clarity for such a young person, she told me that she wanted to die…but that she wanted to die the same way that she had lived: by torture.  It was an unusual request, but she was emphatic.  Without much thought, I followed her to a nearby graveyard, where she had set up several butcher knives and a makeshift alter.  “Take all of my power away,” she said.  Instinctively, I picked up her cane and began whipping her with it.  I told her what a horrible daughter and disgrace that she was; she added her own insults and prostrated herself on the makeshift alter that was really just a large, jagged stone.  I raised one butcher knife at a time, leveled it in her face, and struck her with it; She was pinned to the rock like the injured animal that she was.  I took her wooden cane, broke it in half, and shoved it through her heart.  Her last gasps were gurgles; and, as the blood rolled between her lips, I noticed glistening tears coating the dark black makeup that surrounded her eyes.  It was beautiful and haunting.  I’m sure that she was proud.

She Tasted Great

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Guadalupe, one of my many owners, lost his temper again. He looked through his girl’s cell phone and saw that she was texting another brotha. This enraged him because he was head over heels in love with her. They had been together for quite some years now and he even had her name tattooed on his back. She and I talked sometimes when we prepared the meals for the men. I envied her so much because I was just a fucking object whereas she was the love of somebody’s life. That ungrateful cunt should’ve known better than to text another man when there were women begging to be in her place! When he saw the text messages Rosalita automatically began to try to explain by Lupe wasn’t for it. He slapped her across the face and dragged her body down the stairs. I could hear the back off her head “THUMP” each time it hit a step. I know what that shit feels like and trust me, it isn’t good. He ripped her clothes off as she screamed for him to stop and calm down. “Papi, it isn’t what you think” she exclaimed as he ripped off her bra and panties. I watched as he took her body for the last time. As he thrust he said things like, “I really loved you Lita” and “I can’t lose you to anybody else”. I could hear the pain in his voice as he grunted. Then when he was done, as cool as a cucumber, he held her by her hair and slit her throat from ear to ear. Just like that Rosalita was gone. Lupe called me over and told me to clean up the mess and get rid of her cheating ass. I remember the last time I tried to get rid of a bitch they fucked and murdered but that didn’t end too well. I had to be quick and then I got it! I wanted to give Guadalupe one last chance to be with his “Lita” so I dragged her to the back yard. It was all fenced in so nobody could see me hauling a dead puta with me.accomplice phone sex layla (6.0) I got the chain saw, prepared myself, and started cutting. I cut her arms and legs into four pieces and cut all the meat off the bone. As for her torso I didn’t want to do much with it because the bitch had a brat in there. From the looks of it she was about 4 months. I disposed of her mid-section and head and went to the kitchen to clean the meat. I removed all the fat trimmings and flesh so that I could season it up real good for dinner and serve it with my famous enchiladas. That’s right; we’re going to eat this cunt tonight! I haven’t had a real meal in ages so I will eat any meat put in front of me. When dinner was done all them rushed to the kitchen for a plate. Guadalupe came back for seconds and showed me the first sign of affection I’ve gotten in months. He kissed my forehead and said, “She was delicious.”

End Your Voyeurism Tonight

That feeling that you are watching me. Waiting for me to be alone, if only for a moment. Your disgusting mind already ripping my young body to shreds. You are everywhere. I am terrified. Terror makes my pussy drip for you. I get chills thinking about the day when you will finally make your move. I’ve seen you in the window watching me. At the park following me. After school, watching me from the car in the street.

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Your crooked smile is so evil. I can feel your stare setting my crotch on fire. I know you have photos of me. I know you jerk your cock in the cool darkness of your basement as you develop my photos. You run your fingers across the pictures, imagining ripping them into my skin and tearing me apart. I am your obsession. Your mission. You will have all of me.

I saw you today, in the bushes. Your binoculars following my every move. I went home, and you followed. I laid in my bed naked with the curtains open and I knew you were watching. I spread my legs towards the window so that you could get your photos. I know you stroked your cock as you watched me stroke my clit through your lenses. What do I have to do to stir that wicked monster trapped inside your soul? I am all alone. My cunt aches for the pain that only you can inflict on me.

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Come and take me. All of me.  Destroy my life, my body, my soul. Take over my mind and make me beg. I want to be your dirty fuck toy, and then I want you to make me regret it. I want you to make me pay the ultimate price. Adjust your binoculars, Master, this slave wants you to see every inch of what is waiting for you. Take your voyeurism to the next level, and make those pictures come to life. And then death….

A Voyeur in My Cage

My heart flutters as you place her on the table. I am watching from my cage in your underground dungeon. The chain around my neck is tight, but I pull even closer  to the cage to be able to watch. You taught me the fun in voyeurism. I watch as you lay her out and tie her down. Her skin is so beautiful. I know you are about the change that.

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I watch as you sharpen your blades. You refuse to even acknowledge I am there, and I am silent in my cage. I ache with jealousy that she will get your attention tonight. She will get to feel your anger and your blades. I envy her tears, and I envy her horror. My pussy drip in my cage as I watch, waiting for first cut. Her eyes are wide, and she cannot scream since you cut her tongue out last night. Her face is a bloody mess compared to her perfectly naked body.

I writhe inside my cage, trapped by my chains. All I can do is watch as you begin to beat her with the knife in your hand. Such fury and hatred inside of you.  You’re a true monster and you slice her with such verocity, that I begin to shed tears of admiration.  She is fighting as hard as she can, but the ropes hold her under your control. Blood everywhere, no mercy, just slice after slice as you scream at her and tell her she is a worthless whore.

She finally stops fighting, and her body begins to convulse as she nears death. I am so jealous, I want that feeling so bad. But you continue to just make me watch. To make me want it. I know the more I beg the more you make me wait. When will it be my turn? Until then, I am trapped. A pathetic animal in a cage watching as the other whores are slaughtered. A pathetic voyeur, envious of everything I see.

Reagan Your Maiden of Malice

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I have this fucking creepy ass song stuck in my head, I tried to make sense of it. But try as I might, it is still there, eating a hole in my head…

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganThere’s a girl across the street from me
I buried her son beneath a tree
I don’t know why she’s mad at me
He was stinking up my garage, you see

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We fell in love for a little while
He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
So I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
Taboo Phone Sex ReaganBut why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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Forgive me Father for my fashion crime
Your skin is so nice I’ll use yours next time

Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I’m just like you
I’ll hack you up and bury you in my yard
But why does making friends have to be so very hard?

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I would like to give credit for the song “Be My Friend”, Artist:  One Eyed Doll. The song was released on December 25th, 2013 by Nebulost Records on the Album “Monster”. I retrieved the song lyrics on August 11, 2014 from the website: https://genius.com/