Category: Sadistic phone sex

Hunt, Bind, Kill, Eat

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My hunger for flesh has been undeniable; and, yesterday, I had the great fortune of talking with someone who has my same unusual tastes. He shared a picture and several ideas that captured my interest; and, with the proper planning, I went out to execute it myself…even though it was risky alone. It was almost dusk, so I had to hurry to the local hiking trail. The pretty little families and coeds walked past; but, in the distance, I could see a large group and one particular meaty chick was lagging behind. I double-checked my trap and waited. One of her stupid little skinny friends stopped to help her; but, I breathed a sigh of relief when she returned to a boy that was further ahead.

I smelled the group as they passed; this catch would definitely need a bath before eating and I was glad that I set-up next to a creek. She was teetering and I was afraid that she would miss the spring that would trigger the net; so, I stepped out in front of her and asked if she could help me…that I had sprained my ankle. Oh, the ones with a little bit of body issues are so easy to snag! And, quickly, she was floating in the air in the net! I forced her to drink a concoction that would make her easier to maneuver; and that was easy because her mouth was open as she sobbed. She didn’t even scream because she knew that she was destined to be prey. I cut the rope and she lay there as I drug her and washed her.

Then, I bound her wrists and legs. Not correctly gauging her weight or tolerance, she began to come out of the semi-unconsciousness and began begging for her life, struggling against the ropes. I quit listening until she said that she had so many people that I loved her; looking up at her, I showed my doubt. She instantly burst into sobs and was quiet the rest of the time. I was going to attempt to roast her over a fire that I had recently created. I hadn’t realized that she’d be so heavy, though; as I carved her meaty flesh, I decided to take what I wanted. I’d leave a little of her hidden in the brush for a friend, whom I’d call and offer that part of the kill.

I happily returned to my vehicle and placed the backpacks of fresh meat in the trunk; her friends hadn’t even missed her yet. They were all huddled around a truck and drinking beer. Yes, she was better off where she was going; at least she’d bring pleasure this way, and I was quite certain that her own seasoning would be delicious.

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Don’t worry, your dark and twisted secrets are safe with me, and I intend on using them to make you my devoted, eager pet. My smooth tight cunt aching to find a fresh big piece of fuck meat to use and test the limits of just how far you’ll really go to satisfy your sadistic Mistress.

No one would ever guess that a big, strong man like you has that hunger to be used and dominated by a sensuously evil and wicked little accomplice like me. Mmm, nothing gets my pussy wetter than breaking in a big, masculine guy like you.

Ordering you to do the most humiliating and demeaning tasks is what you crave and you look so ready to be your Mistress’ next project. You learn quickly to dare not speak until I give you permission or have to foolish and fate sealing idea as to talk back and disrespect me.

You would never consider doing such a stupid thing would you, pet? As you are kneeling before me with your head bowed down, you see and hear the sounds of my thigh high stiletto boots as I circle around you slowly, dragging my blood red nails over your flesh.

I order you to follow me, crawling behind me and getting up on my bed and lie on you back. As I’m securing your wrists and ankles to my wrought iron and brass bed, I can see in you eyes, you are both turned on and more than a little unsure.

But, your rock hard, throbbing cock wins out and you wisely keep your mouth shut and let me continue. I wrapped a silk tie around your mouth just to take that temptation of speaking away, all you need to do is listen and obey. Admit it, you get off on a petite, dominant woman like me taking you over…mind, body and soul.

You laid out, spread eagle before me, I show you how fucking dripping wet you’ve made my cunt. Well, what are you going to do about it? That’s right, I’m going to straddle you and lower my smooth pink pussy down onto your hungry mouth so you can taste my sweet honey.

Now, you know you deserve to be punished don’t you for being a weak little bitch. I want to hear you beg me to punish you, use whatever I like on your body to bring you right to the edge of pleasure. Hmmm, which first, nipple clamps or the leather flogger?

Maybe a butt plug and cock ring would be a good start. Well, I’m going to use my perfect judgement and give you exactly what you need and deserve. Are you ready to start your session my little fuck toy……of course you are.

Momma’s Magic Touch

My innocence…if I ever had any to begin with…was scarred at a very young age. It happened when my Momma had friends over and told me not to cum in the room. I didn’t listen, and got too curious. Hiding in the closet, I saw my Momma with a pretty, thin blonde woman tied up with coarse rope. A tall man with dark hair was standing over the blonde, laughing as she cried. I gasped as I watched them flip her over and pull down her tiny lace thong. She must’ve been a stripper or a prostitute they picked up somewhere, since she was covered in tattoos and wearing only lacy lingerie. The man brought out a basket and took the lid off…I was shocked to see a snake curling out of it! The girl just started crying harder. Momma was laughing and held open the hooker’s butt cheeks as the man picked up the snake. Then my Momma reached over and grabbed a turkey baster filled with something white and liquid. She shoved the baster up the tied-up blonde girl’s tight pink asshole and the girl screamed. They kept laughing and Momma filled up her anal canal with the liquid. The man then put the snake’s head at the entrance to her asshole and it crawled inside, slithering up her ass. Turns out, it was milk, and the snake’s mouth was sewed shut. But it kept moving around in there because it smelled the milk and wanted it. So the tied-up girl got to enjoy that experience of having her asshole stretched out by a slithering snake. I quickly left the closet after that and never told my Momma I saw it, but somehow I think she knows. It’s obvious that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m a sadistic teen because I know my family likes hurting people, too. Momma always told me to never be afraid to stir up some trouble. She’s the Queen of Mean, so I guess that makes me pretty sick and evil, too…

When Little People Attack

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I was walking home from my latest kill when I saw a very odd-looking fight. The bartender, a little person, was charging over the counter at a guy. I could hear a woman’s voice say, “Vinny, he touched me. Beat him up!” I crept further so that I could see and hear better through the gigantic window. The bartender had the other man (of normal weight and height) in a headlock. I had to laugh at the scene. The guy grunted out, “She’s just a tramp, man. I bought her a drink.” Vinny didn’t like that much and slammed the guy’s face into the concrete floor. Vinny yelled, “Well, she’s my tramp now. My damn pussy.” I rolled my eyes at the reason for the fight: a frizzy-haired blonde woman with a short skirt…who, I just noticed, had her skirt lifted and was rubbing her clit over Vinny’s half-conscious victim. She was definitely jacking-off; and, when she was cumming, she released what I think was urine on the unconscious man. The bartender drug the man out into the street gutter and I disappeared in the shadows. Without so much as a “Thank you,” the woman left; and, the bartender who had so fiercely fought for the woman sat at the bar and drank a beer. I stared curiously at his bloody nose and wounds, badges of honor that he’d wear just for pussy. I shook my head and continued home; and, people think it’s weird that I eat them?! Hell, I think I’m doing some of them a service!  The fun part was already done or i would’ve brought the trash home…and tortured him.  And, as for Vinny, he needs to be out there somewhere.

Gas mask Torture

torture phonesex karmaHow many ways can I think of to torture someone? Sometimes I amaze my self with my creativity and the length to which I am willing to go to cum so hard that I can’t breath. I had a dream about a post apocalyptic world and everyone was wearing gas masks. They looked so dark and sinister and everything was destroyed and blown to fucking hell. The devastation alone made me cum in my sleep. So I went on a quest to find a gas mask and a victim and to cause as much devastation to her as I felt in my dream. I wanted to take her so far into darkness and delirium that she couldn’t separate reality from fantasy, all the while torturing her in every imaginable way. I found the mask and the victim, and some kick ass PCP and set my plan in motion. Grabbing her was easy, I have become very clever when it comes to obtaining my victims. When I got her tied up and in her gas mask I began filling it with the PCP smoke. Soon the angel dust took effect and true to her name she gave my victim the sensation of leaving her body, reality colliding with the drug. And I began to create the worst trip ever. Yes I sure do amaze my self….

The man in the Gas Mask

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I struggle to keep my eyes open, after laying on this cold concrete floor in the dark for what feels like an eternity, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light.

I look around the room surprised to see a man standing there with nothing but a mask on his face.

He walks toward me very slowly playing with his hard cock.

He bends down and takes the ball gag out of my mouth, then he took his cock and slapped me with it until I opened my mouth.

He slipped his throbbing cock in my mouth and I had no other choice but to suck on it.

He was on his knees resting his sack on my forehead and he was pushing his cock deep into my throat that I started to gag.

Every time he heard me gag he would push even deeper.

My last gag I put my teeth around his cock to try to get him off and out of me.

He growled as he felt my teeth around his cock, he pulled himself out of my mouth and punched my tits.

He called me a dirty cunt and said I would pay for it.

He untied my hands and ankles and pulled me up off the ground by my bruised tits.

He sat down and bent me over his knee and started spanking me.

He told me not to make a sound or each spank would be harder.

After 20 slaps my ass felt like it was on fire.

He picked me up and slid his cock up and down my pussy lips.

Slowly he pushed my hips down so his cock slid deep inside of me.

I cried out no.

But he slapped me so hard I couldn’t breath.

He made me ride his cock while he choked me.

What happened next you wont believe.

Give me a call to find out what happens next.

Makayla

Bonfire Delicatessen

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Summer is a ripe time to find young, fresh bodies; I prefer the ones with a healthy mixture of fat and muscle…otherwise, they taste too tough or too soggy. We cannibals banded together to go on camping trip of sorts; really, we were hunting for campers. And, as luck would have it, when we arrived at the park, we could see a blaze of fire in the distance; it looked to be the perfect length from the entrance. It wasn’t too close or too far away, nestled deep in the woods.

The teenagers were already fairly intoxicated, but we’d burn that off soon enough. We put out some great wines, perfectly seasoned for our purposes. The greedy youngsters were happy to drink our wines. We told them that we had something stronger if only they would do something for us. The girls agreed without even hearing the entire proposition. One of my comrades gave them some oils and told them to bathe each other in it. The guys thought it was hot and my party chuckled at their enthusiasm…and naiveté. Soon they were lathered, so we put out a clean blanket for them to sit on; we didn’t want grass in our entrees.

One of my male companions bound the girls. I had other things on my mind: I walked stealthily behind the chairs of the young men…and quickly slit their throats. To be honest, none of us liked the taste of males, and they were becoming more than a little annoying with all of their immature sexual innuendos as the girls sautéed themselves.

One of the girls noticed how quiet it was; one said the guys had probably passed out. Being myself, I said, “No, look at the way their heads are positioned.” One screamed, then another, until all of them were in unison. One of my companions chastised me but I shrugged and told them that their adrenaline would make the spices pump faster through their bodies. It was time: the sharp sticks that we had brought were set up over the fire; the young idiots really hadn’t done a horrible job assembling the bonfire.

Stakes were in the ground and now it was time to hoist our meals. I tenderized them by whipping them; and, then I jabbed several sticks with various vegetables through their jaws and thighs. I had the good mind to cut their vocal cords; and, then we were able to recline with a glass of wine and wait to devour our lovely meal!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Cassandra: Hurt a Rich Bitch

 

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Before waking up in this dingy disgusting bathroom, the last thing I remember is having a Pixie Stix Martini with this nice young guy at Malone’s. How did I go from an upscale bar to this? As I sat there on the floor trembling, I could hear guys peeing. I asked for help; asked where I was, but I was ignored. I started crying, sobbing actually. No chivalry in this dump. Suddenly the door slammed open, and a guy dragged me by my hair across a dirty tiled floor into a dungeon like room. I was in trouble and I was really scared. So scared, I peed my panties. I started begging for an explanation, pleading to be let go, offered up money. “My daddy is super rich” I said, “He will give you whatever you want.” I was met with a hard slap across the face, and a “Your daddy doesn’t have what we want.” That guy then ripped my clothes off and his friends surrounded me. They began tying me up, kicking me, spitting on me, calling me a stuck up rich bitch. I was so scared.

I actually passed out for awhile. When I awoke, I was tied up spread eagle and had a huge cock in my ass and every hole I have was being violated. Two cocks in my mouth gagging me. I tried to resist but they just got rougher with me. They punched me in the stomach, smacked me across the face, throttled my throat till I passed out from lack of oxygen and when I would come to, they just repeated the cycle of abuse. They kept saying I was a cock tease and a stuck up whore who needed to be put in her place.  I have explored rape phone sex fantasies before, but this was no fantasy. This was real. I was drugged, kidnapped and abused for hours by complete strangers. I had cocks in every hole I got. I was covered in cum. I had bruises and restraint marks all over my body. My face was swollen and bloody from being battered. My ass was bleeding and I think they tore my vagina. I’m not a virgin, but my thighs were covered in blood too. When they were done using and abusing me sexually, they laughed and took pictures of me. I was in the fetal position, crying on that dirty floor, begging for mercy.

Mercy never came. Only fear, only pain, only darkness.

Meeting Cassandra

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I was taking a stroll at night and I heard crying and yelling down one of the alleys. Intrigued, I looked and saw about five men surrounding this one girl, Cassandra. They were kicking and beating her. One had a lead pipe in his hand, swinging it at her; another had a crop. The sounds were familiar: they were beating open flesh wounds. I waited as my eyes focused on the blonde woman who was being so ruthlessly tortured. As I got closer, I saw one of the men plunging his cock into her, saying, “You like it, you dirty cock-whore. You’re fuckin’ wet!” Another man shoved his cock in her mouth, then slapped her face as he said, “Too much teeth, cunt!” A third guy lay under her and began biting her nipples as hard as he could, laughing as she cried with cocks in her holes. The other two men were stroking their dicks; one was moving closer to the one fucking Cassandra in the cunt. “Stop that, moron,” the guy said and plunged his cock into her ass this time. The moron caught a glimpse of me and smiled; he walked closer, his cock stiffening. I pulled out my knife; and, when he was close enough, I pressed it to his throat. “Don’t get any bright ideas, ‘Moron,’” I smiled. He annoyed me so much that he wasn’t worth torturing; so, I pressed my finger as hard as possible to his throat and he lost consciousness. The men stopped and looked at me. “I want to help kill her,” I said. “No,” they shook their head. “Miss this kinda fun? Are you crazy?” I took out a whip that I usually carry and began cracking it against her open wounds. They continued fucking the helpless woman. I kicked her in the ribs and thought about slicing her pretty white neck. Maybe she wouldn’t be so lucky if she played alone with me next time!

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Sadistic Deviant Phone Sex With Evil Accomplice Natasha

Think of the most disturbing and twisted evil fantasies, you know the ones you obsess about in the back of your mind every night. Those young, perfect innocent bodies that I will offer up to you for our own deviant and sadistic pleasures.

Whatever it is, no matter how dark, gory or bloody it is I am so ready to begin our torture and fuck session with this worthless little piece of shit. No amount of begging, pleading or especially crying is going to change our plans, in fact it’s only going to push me further to go harder and more wicked on her pathetic little ass.

You get the biggest kick out of how I laugh right in their tear streaked little faces and tell them every twisted detail of what she is on store for and there is no getting out of it. No Mommy isn’t going to come and rescue you, in fact sometimes I tell them their Mommies gave them to us to use because they just didn’t love or want them anymore…..sometimes that is really the truth!

Oh, I cannot wait until our next victim, I’m have that yearning and craving inside me that I can’t get rid of until we find a new innocent fresh piece of meat. Are you ready to begin?