Category: Sadistic phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex With Angie & Stephanie

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Or maybe it was the lights and the situation and my ravaged mind. But when I met Angie for the first time, in the dungeon, she seemed like a goddess. This must be the one, the one my Master always tells me about. I thought he had been lying. I thought he made her up as part of his sick fantasy. Maybe just someone he passe dhis days with having taboo phone sex. But here she was, real as could be, unharmed, wearing makeup, and I could tell she wasn’t broken the way I was.  Her skin had no bruises or scars, and her hair was perfect too.

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How could he have a woman like this? All of us other girls had been tortured and abused beyond recognition for the most part. Kept in the dark, in this dirt dungeon under his house. Thus far, He had been realtively less cruel to me, he had told me I had a pretty face.  Angie spoke to me softly, and even her voice purred like a gorgeous cat. She said her name was Angie, and wanted to know if I was Stephanie. I could barely speak, it had been weeks since my last drink of water, but I squeaked out a “yes”. She sat down on the cold ground beside me, her nude body making me so jealous. Then she reached out and kicked me in the stomach with her stiletto.

I recoiled away from her, not daring to say a word. She told me, “So you’re the pretty little bitch he keeps talking about when he is asleep?”. I had no idea what she was talking about, but she was obviously angry at me and I was terrified. She said that she was going to make sure He didn’t think of me anymore. I tried to tell her I didn’t do anything, and that I hated him, but she wasn’t listening. My arms and legs were already bound to the posts that hold me in the dungeon, so she took off her heels, one in each hand, and began to beat me with them.

She swung the stilettos with all her might, hitting my face with the heels, piercing my eye sockets and cheeks. She swung one and connected with my breasts, and then pulled down until my nipple scraped right off. I was screaming as much as I could to get her to stop. I was apologizing for something I couldn’t even control. Angie just kept saying that He belonged to her, and that was the way it was going to stay. She told me I was a slutty little whore cum dumpster and that she was going to make sure I never looked beautiful again. She said I wouldn’t even be able to do taboo phone sex once she was done with my pretty mouth.

Angie continued beating me with her stilettos – she had so much anger and strength, until my eyes were bleeding, my ears were popped, and my cheeks cut to shreds. My lips were hanging and I couldn’t scream any longer. Before she left, she said there was one last thing she had to “fix”. She spread my legs, and shoved her entire shoe inside me, until it disappeared. Blood poured from my cunt and it was also now ruined. She stood up, looked at me like I was so pathetic, and she was right. Then she laughed and walked away, and I never saw her again. Angie had control of Him, and she made it clear that no one was going to change that. I had her shoe inside me now, so that I would never forget.

Another Sadistic Phone Sex Victim

sadistic phonesex angieEveryone knows what and evil and twisted bitch I am. I can’t cum unless we are sharing dark and sadistic phone sex and we all know that I will cum at all costs! I can’t believe how lucky I got to find such a pretty little victim to fuck up. She even has a beautiful name to match her beautiful face and body, Geneva. It just rolls off my tongue. I have done nothing but dream about all the sadistic phone sex shit I am going to do to this little beauty since i met her. The clock is ticking and the time is growing near. Tonight I will have her all to myself. She will fight I am sure, however resistance is futile and the more she fights the more she spurs my desire to fuck her up. I can imagine her on her knees, her face red from being slapped, tears streaking her face, looking up at me and begging me not to hurt her. My fucking cunt is dripping wet thinking about it all. The door bell rings and my body responds, knowing what is to cum. As soon as she crosses the threshold and the door is closed, I grab her by the hair and slap her across the face knocking her to her knees and drawing blood. The sight of it sends tingles through my body and I feel so alive, so powerful as evil thoughts run through my mind. Dragging her to the bathroom I hold her on her knees in front of me as I fill the bowl with piss. Standing up I shove her head in the bowl holding her under the piss filled water. She is gasping and struggling as the piss fills her mouth. Pulling her up she is gasping and chocking, a cry escapes her lips and her head is in the bowl again. My cunt is slick and wet with my cum that keeps flowing while I watch her struggle. Dragging her by her hair I take her down the stairs to my dungeon, thumping her body down each step listening to her cry out in pain.  Throwing her body onto my table I strap her legs into the stirrups and her wrists to the shackles. Pushing hard I spread her legs so wide that it almost snaps those pretty little hips and she cries out again. Delighting in her pain I take out my scalpel and begin to scalp her tight little pussy before bringing her fur muffin up to her mouth and stuffing it in. Blood is everywhere and my body is on fire. Strapping on my sand paper covered dildo I begin fucking her bloody cunt before pulling out and shoving it deep into her virginal ass. It is going to be a long night, dear Geneva. The pain is just beginning. Isn’t sadistic phone sex so much fun? What? I can’t hear you with pussy in your mouth….sadistic phonesex geneeva

Fuckpig Slaughter

I know why you hang us upside down. I know it makes the blood pressure greater in our upper bodies so the blood gushes out faster when you puncture our throats. I wish I was one of the other girls. One of the ones who believe you’re only going to fuck us. Only going to torture us. But I have seen too much. I know you are going to slaughter us. You take each one of us and make us your fuck pig. You mind fuck us until we believe its real. Until we believe we are just a collection, and we will be released once you’ve had your fun. You make these girls do things they’ve never even experienced in their worst nightmares. All for the promise of freedom. You make your own BDSM gear, and you tell them they are just test dummies. And they believe you.

But you’re a fucking liar. Why did you let me see? Why did you let me watch the last slaughter? Why didn’t you puncture my jugular and let me bleed out like the rest? I was the one you chose to fuck in the mouth as the others bled out all over the dirt floor. Now, as we all hang here, fucked and beaten and helpless, our tongues cut out so there is no noise, you size us up. Their eyes are terrified, but still have hope. They are remembering what you told them – freedom – and they think you’ve been satiated and they will get to go home soon.

You walk along the line of hanging bodies. Touch their bleeding and broken faces with your hands as if you feel something. But you don’t. I have seen your mind games before. Its all about keeping their hope alive. You take out your cock and go back down the line. Some of them cringe, remembering the horrors they experienced last time they saw your cock in their faces. But you just walk slowly, sizing them up, waiting for the blood to be right where it should be. I am the last in the row of hanging girls. Upside down, wrapped tight in my straight jacket you made, too weak to even swing back and forth.

You take a large tool off the table, the same one I saw you use last time. I watched you make it with the fire and a hammer.  It still has blood on it from last week. I know its coming again. The slaughter of the fuckpigs. You start with the first girl, she tries to recoil away but she can’t. You jam the sharp tool right into her throat and the blood gushes out as her eyes go blank. Then onto the next. As you go down the line, they are screaming inside their heads, hope being dashed once and for all. You tell them to “die, fuckpig, die” as you stick each one and twist your death tool.

Finally you get too me. I can see the rest of them hanging, bleeding out. I close my eyes and wait for the stick of the tool. Instead, once again, you pull my mouth open by my hair and shove your hard cock inside. I suck on it, with no tongue to even taste your evil, and when I open my eyes I see you’re watching your slaughter of fuckpigs twitch as they die. You cum deep in my throat as the last ones stop moving, all life and hope gone.  You reach up and cut the rope that im hanging by. I crash to the ground.  I have survived another round of fuckpig slaughter. But why? I don’t want another week of torture. I don’t want to witness your next set of kills. You unbuckle my jacket and free my arms. Now its my job to collect all your jackets off their dead bodies. To clean them and pile them up for your next set of fuckpigs. I get to work as I hear you leave, no doubt in search of the next.

Babysitter Phone Sex Circumcision

Ughh. Have I ever told you how much I hate little ones? I hope to god I never have any, but I got stuck babysitting some last night. I was so pissed off. Like I don’t have better things to do than watch someone else’s little brats. Luckily it was only one little boy, and once his parents left he didn’t seem like a bad little boy. He just kinda sat there looking at me. I noticed he was wearing a diaper. Fucking great, thats all I need is to worry about – this little piece of shit making a mess on my watch.

I decided to teach his parents a lesson and take his diaper off for the night. That way if he pissed or shit it would be all over their floor. I could just tell them it was an accident and that he took it off himself. At least I wouldn;t have to clean it up then. I grabbed the little boy and took his clothes off and then his diaper. Out popped his tiny little cock. To my surprise my stomach did a little flip at the sight of it. A cock is a cock I suppose. But there was something about this one that drew my attention – he was not circumcised. Well, well, well, it looks like I got to have some fun after all!

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I had seen a circumcision on the internet before and it was such a turn on! I decided I was going to take this little turtle headed dick and make it a beautiful mushroom head. I took him with me to the kitchen and put him up on the butcher block counter. I played with his little cock until it got hard so I could see what I was working with. Not too bad, a few inches long, and I was about to do this little guy a favor. I grabbed a knife from the counter made sure it was sharp with my fingers. I kept stroking his little penis so that he stayed nice and hard for his surgery. He was fucking loving it, his little hips moving with every stroke.

I felt my pussy start to throb as I stuck the tip of the knife up under the foreskin. He didn’t seem to notice, he just kept fucking the air like the little dumbass he was. I got the knife all the way under the foreskin, twisted it so it was blade side up and pulled. It slit through the skin like butter and blood began to pour out before the pain even hit him. I came all down my legs as I saw the pain register on the little brat. I wasn’t done yet though – I had to get the ugly skin off his tiny cock, so I held him down with my elbows as he screamed his fucking head off, and finished my work.

There was blood everywhere and his wails of pain were so real and blood curdling my ears were ringing. I almost felt bad, but was consumed by the river of fresh young blood pouring out of his cock. I  had never seen anything so innocent hurting so badly. I decided to put his diaper back on, to help sop up the blood, and sat him on the floor in the kitchen. He soaked two diapers full of blood as I sat and watched, rubbing my pussy as I watched the blood soak through. He stopped crying eventually, and I decided to leave before his parents got home. I guess that will teach them to make me babysit…

My boyfriend is a corpse.

violent phonesex georgiaMy boyfriend decided to attempt to stand up to him, even though I begged him not to. I told him to just leave me alone and forget about me because I never wanted this to involve anyone else. I was hoping that tonight when I came home everything would be fine. Obviously it wasn’t and will never be again.

He wants to destroy me, I swear. He’ll take everything away and break me down until I’m nothing. His cock will get hard watching me suffer, he’ll laugh at my pain and he won’t stop even when I’m broken, crying at his feet.

I could see the blood the instant I opened the door. I could smell it before that, I was just clinging to the hope that it wasn’t real. My boyfriend was dead, on my floor, and he was playing in his blood. He had this huge twisted smile on his face. I just froze. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t feel anything. He was laughing, standing there with his twitching evil dick, covered in head to toe in my boyfriend’s blood. He demanded I take my clothes off and join him, I was too afraid to say no.

He pushed me on my knees in the pool of blood while he rubbed his bloody cock all over my face. Then, he forced it into my mouth. I started to cry uncontrollably, he slapped my face firmly with his hand when I was getting too loud. The blood filled my mouth with a metallic flavor, I just had to try not think about it or where it came from. I had to be a brave girl. Finally, he pulled his cock out for a few moments. He decided I didn’t have enough blood covering my body so he used his hands to collect and smear it until I was covered.

I was told afterward to get on top of my boyfriend’s corpse and fuck it. Rigor mortis had set in so his body was bloated and stiff and so was his cock. I cried and screamed, but he just pushed me down onto my boyfriend’s cold dead dick. Again, I froze. I couldn’t thrust or grind on my boyfriend like we did before. It was too sick and I was too afraid. So he put his cock back into my mouth again, causing me to move slightly against my boyfriend’s cock. He fucked my throat harder and harder, causing me to move more and to feel things I shouldn’t. My pussy wasn’t just wet with blood anymore.

I felt so disgusted with myself. I wanted to die, I wanted him to kill me. He just kept thrusting in and out of mouth with the same fucked up grin on his face. He made sure I came more than once before he finally pulled his hard red bloody cock out to shoot cum all over my boyfriend’s pale face
I was still hoping that he would keep going, that he would kill me. All he did was push me down into the puddle of blood and order me to clean the mess up.

Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Controlled with Poison

domination phone sex big tits submissiveOne of my Masters invited me to dinner. It seemed quite benevolent of him, so I had my suspicions. As soon as I arrived, he ordered me naked. I was the appetizer. He forced me on the dinner table and started to fuck my holes. Master is never gentle with my holes. To describe how he fucks me as rough sex is an understatement. He always fucks my ass and my cunt to the point they are swollen and gaping open. After he came in my holes, he tied me to one of the chairs and said he prepared a very special dinner for me that I should feel honored to eat.

I was scared. What in the hell was he gonna shove down my throat. He claimed it was a delicacy in Asian countries. I thought to myself, oh great, I am going to have to eat something gross like guinea pig or octopus, or maybe even man’s best friend? Wrong, wrong and wrong. He brought out some blowfish looking thing. I thought fish, I could handle that. Then he told me it was a puffer fish. Pufferfish are generally believed to be the second-most poisonous animal  in the world, after the golden poison frog. Certain internal organs, such as liver, and sometimes the skin, contain tetrodotoxin and are highly toxic to most animals and humans when eaten; nevertheless, the meat is considered a delicacy when eaten properly. Eaten not properly, it can be deadly.

Master told me I had to eat it and he warned me to eat carefully. He was gonna take sick pleasure watching me try to eat a highly lethal piece of meat. I had never eaten Pufferfish. I was clueless about how to eat it to prevent death or extreme illness. I decided to go slow very slow small bites to see if I could feel a reaction. This was working for awhile until I suddenly felt drugged. I was light headed, dizzy and going numb. Master grabbed my head and shoved my face into the plate, forcing more in my mouth. Then my whole body felt paralyzed. I started vomiting and feeling my heart race. My tongue was numb, my lips swelled and I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was going to die. Master was going to let me die. It would look like I died on my own accord from eating poisonous fish. Technically Master had not laid a finger on me.

Then, Master stabbed me with a needle. Within minutes I could breathe and within hours all the feeling came back in my body. Master grabbed me by the hair and made it clear that he could take my life when ever her felt like it so I better be a good fucking cunt all the time. His message was clear. He owned me and my every breath was under his control.

What will you do to control me? Show me that you have the power and I will always be powerless.

Don’t go to bed angry..

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I think last night I should not have went to bed angry. I was so upset with my master that when i went to bed I had a ‘bad’ dream. It was bad but felt so good. Master had my anger up at an all time high. When I went to sleep I had nothing but thoughts of snuffing him out!

 

I vividly remember him coming home and me hitting him over the head. Knocked him out cold. Took me a while to get him to the bed but I managed. i triple tied him up, because my master is super strong. I started smacking him every where trying to get him to wake up. I slapped him in the face.. in his chest.. I even resorted to slapping his big dick and balls. That got his attention and he woke up.

 

 

As soon as he realized what I was going on he was fussing and yelling and I just but his bitch ass in place. I slapped him and told him to shut the fuck up! He was mine to play with and I’d do with him what I please. I cut all his clothes off and started sucking his cock. He likes when I suck his cock so I wanted him to think i was going to be pleasing him.

 

Once I got him hard and his fuckrod was sticking straight up.I sat on his face and made me lick my cunt. I climbed up on his dick and started riding him. Hard! Fast! Deep in side of me! Just when I knew he was getting close to cumming I got off and acted like I was going to suck him off, instead… I started biting on his balls. Shoving a qtip deep in his piss hole.

I used a lot of the toys he uses on me when I’m bad, on him. Ironic isn’t it! Oh how I loved torturing my master.

Baseball Bat Fucking

I remember you from class. The nerd. The dork. The weird guy that no one would go out with, including me. How did I end up here? The last thing I remember was being at the party, drinking some drinks, and then nothing… Then I wake up here, tied to your bed, with you naked in front of me with your cock out and stroking it as you let you eyes roll over my naked body. I ask you what the hell you think your doing. You calmly say, “Stephanie, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you are mine.” I tell you you’re a nutjob and to untie me. You spit in my face and suddenly turn very angry.

You don’t seem like the geek we teased in school – there is something terrifying about the look on your face, like you’re going to do what you want. My pussy shudders, and I can’t believe I start to get wet just from your small show of power. I can’t help but glance down at your cock as you stroke it, and its huge. Who would have thought you could be hiding such a gorgeous dick inside those jeans all those years? As you spit slides down my face, you reach over the side of the bed and pull out a baseball bat.

I cringe at the bat, not knowing if you plan to hit me with it, and too afraid to ask. You take my legs and  put them back over my head, opening my perfect pink pussy wide for you to see. You take the cold metal bat and place the large end against my glistening slit, and begin to twirl it around, teasing me with the hard cold metal. You ask me if I want to play ball with you, and I I can’t help myself, I say, “Yes”. You spin the bat faster and it begins to twist inside my tight cunt, stretching the opening as far as it will go.

I lose my breath at the width of the bat, and this just feeds your madness, so you begin pushing and turning the bat even harder. It penetrates my tiny pussy and I cry for you to go slow. But you don’t listen, you twist faster and harder and begin to ram me mercilessly with the metal bat. You stroke it in and out with all your strength and I can feel at least 16 inches  of it up inside me, tearing me apart. You’re still stroking your cock with your other hand and tell me to open wide. I open my mouth, and watch as you shoot your hot load all over my tongue. As you cum, the bat stops moving, and I get a small break from the hard fucking you gave me.

You lay down beside me, both our hearts pounding, the bat still inside me. You tell me that the second inning is coming soon, and that I better be ready. You fall asleep, and even though I could probably get my arms free, I chose not to. I lay there, tied to your bed, waiting for you to wake up and give me more. If I would have known what a fucking turn-on you were back in school, you wouldn;t have had to kidnap me like you did tonight….

You Watched Daddy Fuck Me

You said you chose me because I look like a “bad girl”. Even though I was terrified, I was also flattered in some weird way. You told me you watched me for weeks, the way I walk, the way I talk, and every move I made. You said you listened at my window at night while my father fucked me secretly in my bed, and you said you knew I fucking liked it. How did you know what was deep in my heart like that?

I look around the room, and I see pieces of my clothing. Not what I had been wearing today, but panties and stockings from the past several weeks. You’ve been in my house? You had to have been to take these items. You grab a pair of panties I remembered wearing last week, before you took me, and you start licking the crotch. You lick them like there is candy on them, and again, I am flattered rather than disgusted. My pussy starts to tingle as I imagine your tongue actually tasting my pussy.

You’re a dirty old man, obviously sick in the mind and crazy to have taken me the way you did. But you have a confidence about you, an aire of evil that demands respect. You stare in my eyes as you begin to chew the panties. You come towards me, as I lie naked and tied on the table, with my panties still hanging from your mouth. You spit them into my face, and I get a whiff of the sweetness of my cunt mixed with the rank of your saliva. My stomach leaps as I realize you’re going to hurt me. Your stare is like an animal, not a man.

My panties cover part of my vision, but I can see you above me. I feel your breath and then your tongue on one of my nipples. You again tell me what a bad girl I am, and that I am a fucking little whore who lets my daddy fuck me. Without warning, I feel your teeth for an instant and then fire spreads through my body as you bite my nipple right off! I can’t even scream because the pain takes my breath, and you begin to chuckle. You remove the panties from my face, and I see you there, some crazed evil man, with my bloody nipple in your mouth. You spit it on the floor, like its nothing, as my blood runs down the sides of your  mouth. You don’t even wipe it away as you stick your bloody tongue out and move towards my other nipple….

His Name Was Jack

evil phonesex karmaWhat a perfectly evil, bloody, sadistic, sick and twisted idea. Sound like anyone you know? Pretty boy Jack, wanting a go at Gothic me. It was so laughable. And then I was walking by a department store with a Halloween display in the window and I got this morbid idea. So fucking morbid I came standing there thinking about it. Like always the gears in my brain started turning as I began to plot in my mind. Off to the store I went looking for what I needed. Wouldn’t you know that all the tools they sell now days are plastic and cheap and would never do for what I had in mind. Shit, would this end up being a fleeting fantasy that lives only in my dreams? FUCK FUCK FUCK! Walking into the local thrift store my mood was quickly moving from wickedly excited to dark and brooding. Then I saw them. The wooden handles and gleaming metal. They were perfect! I don’t know how old they were, but they would certainly work for what I had in mind. The sign on them making my heart quicken again as my nipples grew hard.  “PUMPKIN CARVING KIT”  I bought them right away and rushed off to find Jack. He was going to be thrilled that I was giving him a chance to make me happy. And happy I would be when his head was severed and I was carving it, my Jack O Lantern. evil phonesex pumpkin carving