When I see you torture another girl now I just get jealous. Can you believe that?! I never thought I would enjoy the pain as much you said I would. Watching you torture that girl was still a little fun, but I just wished it was me the entire time. Hearing the loud cracks of your whip and seeing her blood run down her body really got me going though.
As much as I tried to resist I couldn’t ignore my aching clit. If you caught me I knew I’d be punished, that’s probably why I didn’t try very hard to hide what I was up to. It wasn’t a surprise when you caught me, to be honest it’s what I wanted. You saw me there, kneeling on the floor rubbing my swollen clit. I didn’t even get a chance to make up an excuse before you slapped me across the face. You were so angry that you continued to beat on me, not knowing that it makes me cum. Those screams weren’t just from pain! even when I was spitting my blood out of my own mouth I loved every minute of it…
Every night I crave more pain and fantasize about the most severe beating. Sometimes I think about you cutting me into little pieces, slowly killing me. That fantasy makes me cum right away, I feel so dirty afterward. I’m a little afraid of how far I will go to feel more pain. I want to beg you for it, I’m so tired of denying how much I love it.
Category: Sadistic phone sex
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Georgia
He’s Got The Naughty List
Yes it was the night before Christmas and all through the house….blah blah blah…you know the sappy fucking story. Everyone knows about jolly old Saint Nick with his bag full of toys for all the girls and boys. But do you know about Krampus? Ah yes wicked, evil, cold hearted, Krampus. Santa’s evil brother. I love this guy. He is sinister and creepy and comes once a year to take care of all the naughty boys and girls. He fills their night with terror and pain. He makes them pay for being such bad little fuckers and he makes them pay dearly. He makes the Boogie Man look like the fucking Tooth Fairy.
He will come down the chimney with a bag full of torture and fear. My cunt stays wet thinking about all the fucking brats he will be punishing this Christmas Eve. Legend has it they will wake up bloody, bruised and broken and have no explanation for their injuries. Not one gift will be under the tree for these snotty nosed brats. Isn’t it the most deliciously evil and perfect scenario you ever heard of? I can’t stop pinching my erect nipples and rubbing my hot, wet pussy as I salivate over the visions of torture dancing in my head. Fuck the sugar plums….Merry Christmas Mother Fuckers!
False Heaven
I watch you from the corner. Slowly drawing on my cigarette. I think you completely forgot I was there since you were so intent on finishing what you started. It was a slow build at first, I wasn’t even sure you would go through with it. You took a long time just sitting in the metal chair staring into your hands. I finally had to tell you it is either now or never. You stood up and removed your clothing. I took your hand and lead you down the hall. Before I opened the door you hesitated. You started to say, “What if…: I placed a finger on your lips to silence you while giving you a smile. I told you that there was nothing to be frightened about. This is what you wanted, this is what you needed, this is what you have desired for so long. You nodded your head in agreement.
I pushed open the heavy door and stepped to the side. You looked at the pale thin girl on the mattress, she looked at you in return. She said, “Are you the one who is going to take me to see my Mommy?” I walked over and smoothed her hair down while telling her in a soothing voice that yes he was the one that was going to take you to see your Mommy. I told her to tell you where her mommy was. She looked up at you and said, “Heaven.”
I held out my hand to you and as you grasp it I held it tight, pulling you toward us. I released my grip and walked over and shut the door. You were beginning to get down onto your knees as the last of the light faded from the hallway. I walked across the room as you started to kiss her, she didn’t like it, you didn’t care.
You looked at me through the milky white light that was cascading into the room through the window next to me. I said, “Go on.” You pulled your arm back to deliver a hard slap to her flawless face. She screamed. You struck her again until the screaming stopped. I leaned back against the wall to light a cigarette, I watched as the tendrils of smoke lifted up into the darkness above.
I could tell you had entered her from her frantic pleading and crying. She kept telling you it hurt, this only made your hips thrust faster, pushing yourself into her further to the point where you could feel her cervix give way. You were at the point that you are now. Hands around her throat, her broken nails clawing desperately at your hands. It won’t be long now. I snub out the hot box of my cigarette with my high heel before walking behind you.
Her eyes are losing focus, your grip becoming tighter and tighter. I can see her mouth opening and closing like a mute person calling out for a savior that will never come. You reach orgasm just as her head rolls to the side. I put my hand on your back and ask you if that is what you wanted. You look up at me, sweat streaming down your face to say that you were surprised that I told her that you would take her to see her Mommy in Heaven and that she stayed in the room without trying to get away. You also stated that you were surprised you actually went that way with it as you only wanted to feel what a tight pussy would be like.
Before stepping out of the door into the dimly lit hallway I turned to you, smiling I said, “Oh that. Heaven is the name of the bar her Mother is drinking at tonight, certainly it is not my fault you thought she meant the other Heaven.” I see the look on your face and I laugh as I leave you to your guilt.
A Surprise Gift
He walked in with a huge smile on his face. I knew he had done something. He held up his hands and they were completely clean. I was shocked, I have never seen him smile like this without there being some sort of Sadistic Act making him do so. He sat down on my bed and tossed some panties at me. They were so frilly, I almost laughed. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this. It is true that I have sexy lingerie, but nothing like this. This was up and up girlie attire. I looked at them for a bit, then at him. He tried to act innocent saying, “WHAT?”, but that smile was still playing on his lips. I then thought he was just joking around with me so I started to joke back with him. I played with the panties a bit then I just tossed them back to them. I said, “Please get rid of those things.”
He made a big deal out of stuffing him back into his pocket while he acted sad that I didn’t want them. I asked him why he was acting so weird. He said, “Maybe if you don’t want the panties, you might want what goes in them.” He got up and walked out of the bedroom. I KNEW IT! He had done something.
He backed into the bedroom tugging on a heavy rug. I asked him what he was doing, his reply was that he was going to show me what goes in the panties. He pulled the rug over and unfolded it. It took a minute for my brain to register what I was seeing. There on the rug was one of the most messed up individuals I have ever seen in my life. The breasts had been removed, one of the legs was torn away at the knee cap, and when it opened it’s mouth I could see the tongue was gone. All the hair had been removed from it’s head. I mean this was a bit shocking, even to me. He said, “Go on, give it a little smooch.” I laughed and said, “No thanks.” He said, “Awww come on, at least blow it a kiss.”
I laughed and blew the thing a kiss. “Who is that? Or was that rather?” I asked him. He said, “Does it matter?” I laughed again and said, “No.” He said, “I haven’t shown you the best part yet.” He reached down, the thing started to make noise and try to wiggle away, he kicked it in it’s head. It immediately stopped moving. It wasn’t knocked out because I could see it follow his movement with it’s eyes. He reached down again and pulled the rug completely away from it’s body, then grabbed the one ankle that was left and raised it up and back.
I immediately started to laugh hard. I looked up at him and he said, “Go on.” I placed my hand on the ankle that was sticking out of this thing’s ass and pushed on it. It let out a scream, so I pulled it out, then shoved it again. I could tell it was in a lot of pain, but his cock was getting hard. The more I fucked it’s ass with the detached limb, the harder he got. He said, “Guess what else is in there?” I knew right away that the other missing body parts were somehow shoved inside. He said, “I packed them in there with the leg.”
Both of us spent the next ten minutes or so just violating it’s ass with the limb, we were laughing and enjoying ourselves. Then he stopped and looked at me. I looked back at him. He asked me if I wanted to fuck, and by this time my pussy was in need of a good fucking. I moved back to where I was and started to take off the rest of my clothes. I didn’t have to tell him if it was a yes or a no, he could tell right away that the answer was a resounding yes.
Torture phone sex with Toni: Amputations
Amputations drive me wild! All I have to do is pull out my saw and my cunt gets soaking wet before I even start to use it. The sound of cutting flesh and sawing through bones almost excites me more than my victims screams. None of my little amputees gets to die right away either because keeping them alive and screaming gives me the most pleasure. After I hacked off all their limps I used to get bored and just let them die, but I’ve had a lot practice since then. I can keep them alive for weeks if I wanted to! I kept this sorry bitch Tammy alive long enough to turn her into a naughty little cannibal. Poor girl was starving, but it doesn’t make what she did any less pathetic. That desperate little whore even thanked me while I fed her pound after pound of her own rotting flesh.
Tammy’s arm made great toys too and I played with them for hours before I fed them to her. I pushed the bloody side of Tammy’s left arm deep inside my pussy while that dirty slut watched every minute of it. I could hear her screaming as I pulled her lifeless arm in and out of my juicy kitty, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. Her arm was better than a real cock, it made cum like I never had before. It was so good that I almost regretting feeding it to her that night!
Blasphemy Phone Sex
Journal entry
December 11, 2014
I am so tired of being tortured and raped what have I done to deserve this blasphemy. I pray to god each night does he not hear my prayers. Lord hear my prayer. Countless promises go unanswered what must I do? The other night I had a dream that I had a savior. Could it be that I’ve been praying to the wrong god. Curse his name and for what he stands for. One who says we have chosen our own fate. Jesus who would chose this kind of life. He claims throughout this book he is here to save me, well where you are. Do you not love me, have I not honored you?
I bow my head in shame deliver me from this life I call upon the devil. I will sell my soul just to be released from anguish. Pray, make me your bride deliver me from this hell I am in. Curse my soul and bring me deliverance and make me whole. Bring me to your palace I am eternal grateful I will be your honored servant. As you take me for your bride I pray to the gods in hell I am your whore.
Killer Phone Sex with Venus: Tis the Season to Be Fatal
When I was just a little girl, my parents knew something was off about me. While other girls my age were idolizing Disney princesses, I was worshiping knife wielding psychopaths. While other girls my age aspired to be nurses, mommies or lawyers, I wanted to be a killer. Some people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. They didn’t appreciate a young thing who epitomized the worst aspects of human nature: violence, wrath, greed, revenge… But I had my mentors, Norman, Michael, Chucky and Patrick. They taught me killing was necessary to rid the world of bad parents, narcissistic assholes, empty headed Barbie dolls, and essentially anyone who annoyed me or had something that I wanted or needed.
I have honed my killing skills over the years thanks to a slew of dark, demented role models. When I first started killing it was messy, unorganized, impulsive, lacking in style. Now, I am meticulous. I research my prey’s habits and routine. I have a plan for disposing of the body. I have rubber gloves and other tools of the trade to obscure any DNA traces that could link back to me. I’m patient and can wait for the right opportunity to kill my victim. I can savor the moment, make sure my victim knows why I selected them, toy with them for awhile. I’m a perfect mimic now too. I can kill anyone and make it look like the work of someone else. I’m actually very proud of my killing skills.
I am YOUR perfect accomplice for all your killer phone sex fantasies and realities. Yes, I prefer knife play on my victims, but variety is the spice of life, and the key to never being caught. So, I have a wide assortment of killing tools in my arsenal: knives, guns, baseball bats, hammers, rope, blow torch, chainsaw, acid, poisons…. We can have so much fun hunting and killing while others are shopping. We can even devise a naughty or nice list; what I call a kill list. Whose on your kill list? I mean it is the season to be fatal.
Snuff Sex Fun
As I stand here, the sharpening stone spinning, sparks flying in all directions and cum flowing down the inside of my legs. Each time the ice cream scoop touches the wheel and sharpens a bit more, my pussy sends out another wave of cum. He called and asked if I would be his accomplice. She was a pretty young thing with long blonde hair and freckles trailing across her nose. Her eyes had him spell bound and he had to have her but he wanted my help. He asked me to bring the sharpened scoop that I use for just this type of thing. When he opened the door she was cowered in the corner her smokey greyish blue eyes wide and I could see why he was mesmerized by her. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bathroom where he shoved her on her knees in front of the toilet. I sat on her back facing the wall and took her hair in my hand. When he was ready in between her legs, dick rock hard and throbbing, I shoved her head into the toilet and held her under the water. My bare pussy rubbing against her back, my clit getting more swollen with ever twitch and fight she put out. I lifted her head and let her take on quick gulp of air before shoving her face back into the commode. This time when I lifted her head he said he was ready. I got off her with her hair still in my grasp and whipped her around to face him. He pushed her chin up into the air tilting her head back as I brought the ice cream scoop down and scooped her eye right out of the socket. I held her head for him just like he likes it and he shoved the head of his cock in her skull. “Push deeper baby. You know you want to feel her warm soft brain against your dick. And I can’t wait to watch the fluid flow from her ears and nose.” He followed my command and shoved deep into her head, sending fluid flowing from every orifice of her skull and spewing his hot load into her head while I came all over myself. I love being his accomplice and sharing snuff sex fun!
Bloody Phone Sex with Reagan * Death Cums To Me
As I hide in the shadow, my cunt is screaming for bloody phone sex. One by one they cum down this alley, and I can’t help but laugh as they try to scream. All that is audible is the blood gurgling in the throat from the slash of open flesh. Fresh blood spatters all around, as my thrusts of this knife become more intense. The last shallow breath is accompanied by that sweet blood choking sound as the lungs fill up with the blood from a badly slashed and severed chest. Admiring how I look covered in so much blood, I smile as I look down at the now unrecognizable victim. My cunt throbbing…
Time to slink into the shadows, knife readied for my next sweet death. I needed more. More screams, more blood, more lust. I smile as I hear another set of foot steps. I do love when death comes to me… I spin around as this one sees the massacre on the ground and is frozen when I step in between my fresh corpse and my new friend. In one motion I slit his chest open. Quick and easy, like a knife through butter.. again the lust takes over and in a split second blood, once more, is covering me while veins and arteries are severed.. shallow breaths..
My sex is on fire as I am engulfed in a crimson flood.. this is the only way. As I rub my now bloody cunt I can feel the fire become so intense my legs shake. I slip the handle of my knife inside my snatch and fuck my cunt so hard. Screaming I finally release and cum all over my dead bodies.. knowing they watch from dead eyes.. I stand up and walk slowly away.. dripping blood and cunt juice I search for more. My cunt hungrier now than it was when I started. I will wait for the next one..
Eyes Forced Open
Hello there little darling, I take it you are taking a short cut? Don’t you know that pretty things like you shouldn’t walk down alley ways like this in broad daylight, let alone this late at night. I am sure you have heard stories of what can happen in them. That’s right, pull your coat around you tighter and walk faster, surely nothing bad will happen if you do that. You do not have to worry about me, I’m perfectly safe. However, I’m not sure that the Gentleman whom is with me is. He noticed you as soon as you turned down this long dark alley. He saw how you kept looking over your shoulder and pulled your purse hard against your body.
He pulled on my hand and pointed to you. I knew right then from the smile on his face that he was thinking of having some fun. Not fun for you though, only fun for him and of course Me. As you passed us it was all I could do to keep him at bay until you walked a little further up into the darkness. The funny thing is that when you saw us you lowered your head never taking your eyes off of the ground before you. That was a huge mistake my dear.
If you had simply walked down this dirty, filthy, dimly lit path that you have chosen with your head held high and giving off the sense of confidence perhaps you wouldn’t be about to be in delicious pain.
I watch as he runs up behind you. Your scream is stifled by his strong hand against your mouth. He turns you around forcing you against the wall, pulling from you your coat. You try to fight but there is no use and for him…that is part of the fun. Your eyes are forced open as he plunges himself inside you. He is brutal, he is unrelenting and he is having the time of his life.























