Category: Sadistic phone sex

I am Going to Die for Being a Snuff Phone Sex Slut

You wake me up again, and we are still in the woods. The sun is setting but I don’t even know if its the same day.  I am naked and there is something carved into my chest. Its upside down but my eyes focus just enough so that I can read it. It says “Snuff Phone Sex Whore” and it goes from my breasts down past my navel, carved and prominent in my own blood. How did you find me? I hear your surley voice call me a stupid bitch, and I recognize it from so many phone calls prior to you finding me.

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You were one of my best clients. Evil, yes, but I had the safety of the phones between us. I dreamed of the things we spoke of because you are so demonic and evil and your power was apparent even then. But now you had me. In real life. Terror doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel. All I can think of are the unspeakable things you and I masturbated to together. All involving cutting me up and snuffing me out. Is that your plan? And if so, which scenario? They raced through my mind, and I frantically tried to remember which one turned you on the most.

You begin punching me again, this time in the face. Every blow sends shock waves through my brain and I can feel my teeth shattering into shards and cutting my tongue. You scream at me and that tells me that we are somewhere that no one would hear me scream. That was always your way in what I thought were only your dark desires. You having me all to yourself, abusing and torturing my body until you own my soul. But I never thought I would cum face to face with you. In the woods, just as we imagined.

You scream at me for talking to other men, for being their snuff phone sex slut, and I try to apologize but you don’t even hear me. You swear to make me pay and with every blow I believe you more. This is how it is really going to end for me. All those dark nightmares, all those bloody orgasms. I was going to pay with my life for being such an evil little bitch.

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Force Feeding Me Her Flesh

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Oh my god I am so hungry. But I won’t do it. I will not eat her flesh. She was my friend. She was my only friend in this hell you have created for me. I don’t care how long you deprive me of food. I would rather die than become a monster like you. My ribs are showing, I can barely lift my head, but I will never succumb to what your evil mind has concocted as my only way to stay alive.

I watched you torture her. I watched you murder her, and I watched you carve her into your dinner. You packed the rest of her in the freezer in the basement where I am chained and thats when you started starving me. Has it been weeks since I’ve eaten? I have no idea. My world comes in and out of view as I slowly wither away to nothing. I see you’ve defrosted some of her flesh. Is that a breast… yes I believe it is. You put it in my face, I am too weak to turn away. I can smell the blood, almost taste it. But I won’t do it.

You start a fire in the fireplace and put the breast on the spit to roast over the open flame. I watch, aware of the drool pooling beside me on the floor as I smell the meat cooking and my mouth waters beyond my control. You marinade the flesh in blood as you slowly cook it over the fire, I can see the nipple as you turn the meat, and it does look delicious. My brain is turning to mush, and my senses are deceiving me. You tear off a piece and eat it in front of me. The meat and blood being crushed between your yellow teeth.

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My stomach aches and my throat is burning as my mind screams for me to eat. I cannot even vomit, I have nothing left. You place the hot meat on a plate and bring it to me on the floor. You roll my face over into the dish and it smells so fucking wonderful. I hear a voice in my head, a dark and demonic voice, or is it you? It says to eat it or I will die…. I open my mouth, still unsure if its for my first taste of her flesh or for my last breath of life…

Torture Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Torture Doll

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My son goes from a romantic mood to a sadistic one in nothing flat. The other day we had a nice time, lot’s of love making. Last night, he pimped me out to this guy who enjoys torture and bondage. My son said he paid really good money for my ass and I better act the part. The dude looked so normal, almost nerdy, but he had a very sick side. First, he used a cattle prod on me and did his best to electrocute the piss out of me. He had me bound and gagged, laying on the floor, and kept shocking me over and over again until I peed myself and drool was running out of my mouth. He just laughed at me and said I was bought and sold like a side of beef, I was going to be treated like the piece of meat I was.

torture phone sex mommy analHe then pulled me down into his basement. More like threw me down the stairs. He followed behind me, then started tying ropes to my extremities. Braided rope, the really strong kind. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing. He was quiet, methodical and attentive to his  knots that he was tying. Then with one full sweep, he hoisted me in air. My legs were pulled apart, my hands tied behind my back, my pussy exposed and a ball gag in my mouth. He then began fucking my pussy and ass with various objects. He was torturing my holes with a baseball bat, coke bottles, a plunger, a paddle oar, his fist, that cattle prod, even a shot gun. He took thrill in controlling the ropes so he could lower me down on objects. My pussy was swollen and bleeding. He tortured my cunt first, then my ass.

torture phone sex mother sonAfter hours of impaling me on various objects, he pulled the ropes like an evil puppet master to flip me upside down by one leg. I felt like a rodent being held upside down and tortured. He exposed my bare ass and began spanking me mid air. Hard, long spanks with his bare hand, then a belt, a cat of 9 tails, an old fashioned switch and a paddle. The skin on my ass looked like tenderized meat. He never spoke as he issued blows to my ass. Just kept spanking hard and rhythmically. I could feel my skin splicing open on my backside.

The torture of my body went on all day and night, almost 24 hours I was suspended in the air. Then my son returned. Collected me, and collected his payment. They shook hands and my son said, “see you next week.” Apparently I am this guy’s torture doll every Thursday. I do not know if I will survive the next session.

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2 girl call phone sex: Profane with Francis

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My fascination for the profane has not stopped; rather, it has intensified.  Some people would say that I am “blessed” to find such a kindred spirit in Francis; others would say that it’s the devil’s handiwork that we’ve found each other.  Regardless, there will be our favorite dessert…carnage…in our wake!

I had planned to go into church for a victim, nothing special…just someone who was so stuck in her head that she didn’t see the wolf behind her.  Really, I was bored and craving excitement.  And, I certainly found it!  My sadistic instinct told me to go around back to the church.  And, I knew it: there was pain right behind that brick and mortar.  I could almost hear the screams; when it comes to pain, my senses are like any wild animal.

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Low and behold, the church was set-up much like my house…with the dungeon tucked nicely away from prying eyes.  The door was ajar, which meant the victim was certainly indisposed (sly grin).  But, when I turned the corner, I was looking at a nun accomplice!  It was really too good to be true! 

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She seemed to be cooking the head of a woman in…yes, I’m fairly sure that it was a chalice.  “Yes, my little one,” the nun said in a rather irritated voice.  I asked her what she was doing with the tube in the woman’s mouth.  “She’s being infused with seasoning, dear,” the nun said.  As I admired her work, she seemed to tolerate my presence more.  I began helping her prepare the body; she said that it was for a special friend of hers.  “I underestimated your sinful nature.  It’s quite unusual around here to see someone like you,” she said as I followed her instructions and crammed some carrots into the victim’s ass.  “My name is Francis,” she said.  And, I knew it was the beginning of a beautiful, wicked, twisted relationship.

And Then He Said “Let There Be Torture”

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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.

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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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

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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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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.