Category: Sadistic phone sex

Mutalation Madness

torture phonesex karmaI love digging through the dumpster at the hospital. You find all kinds of interesting things. Yesterday I found an annal speculum. Today I am going to find someone to use it on in both the medical sense of the word and the sadistic one. I tried all day and couldn’t find one single mark so I guess it is back to the old standby. I saw a beautiful big German Shepard in someones yard. He barked like a mad man till I got up to him with some raw meat. A little bit of fight and it is all gone for food. He followed me all the way home. All the way to his doom. It has been a long time since I mutilated an animal and my cunt was on fire! I love it when I start and their animal instinct kicks in, when they try to bite and fight to survive, hearing them yelp and whine, spurs me on. The first hing I had to do was use my new toy, shoving it up his ass and spreading it wide open as far as it could go. The howls of pain were music to my ears! Then I poured hot wax inside him and the cries became yelps. By the end of my torture he was mutilated beyond recognition. The fun part was taking him back and dumping him in his yard watching from the bushes as his family found him. I had another great orgasm watching them cry over his mutilated corpse!torture phonesex mutilation

Unique Gifting

Taboo phone sexGifts are wonderful things.  Being able to get just the right gift to give to someone is even more wonderful.  There are many in this world who are very hard to buy for.  They have everything one could want already.  Finding that something extra special takes some time, and you must know the right people.  I am one of those “right” people. 

Two months ago I received a call from a woman who wanted to give her Husband the ultimate gift.  She was blunt about what she wanted, she has been trying for years to make this happen.  Unfortunately for her those who she has contacted in the past were unable to deliver, or would just simply hang up on her.  I however, did not.  I listened to the specifics and told her it wouldn’t be a problem.  She didn’t believe me.  Fuck her.

It took me two weeks to find what she wanted.  I am not sure how others were unable to do this, perhaps an attack of conscience, or maybe they have a soft side.  I have no soft side, it’s weak as hell to have one.  I am not weak in the least.  I phoned the woman back, she was shocked to hear from me.  I told her that I could keep the gift, for a fee of course.  She asked for proof, I sent her pictures, she sent me the fee.

When the big day arrived for the gift to be delivered I was actually invited to stay and watch.  There the gift was, dressed as a common whore.  She was used by many men and many “things”.  I sat and watched drinking some champs and eating birthday cake.  It was a fabulous night.  When I left she was moaning on the floor, disorientated, eyes devoid of any more humanity, pain wracking her body.  It was delicious.  I think I found a new job as a party planner, what do you think?

Sadistic Whore!

Sadistic phone sex with StormI realized at a young age what  a real pain whore I am. I always longed for Daddy to punish me and use me. He liked to get the belt out and use it on me. He would beat me as he was fucking me.  I grew to really love the pain. I would play with myself at night thinking about how good the pain felt. It got to where I couldn’t cum unless there was some type of pain involved. Then one day Daddy brought over a little present for me. One of his friends had asked him to train their daughter. She was a little older than me when I started. Beautiful long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She looked so innocent and sweet that he started in on her pretty fast.  Daddy noticed how turned on I got when I started playing with myself watching him use her.  Listening to her cry and hearing her whimper really got me so hot. Then daddy asked if I wanted to help him. Daddy let me take over beating her while he was pounding her little pussy. It was driving me crazy! I was so wet  listening to her scream. I couldn’t get enough. Even after Daddy came deep inside of her, I was still throbbing! My nipples were hard and hurting. I was moaning so loud I just needed more. Daddy always knows what I need. Daddy told me not to stop. After he was done he made me keep going. I was so excited, so turned on. I don’t think I could’ve stopped if I wanted to. Daddy kept telling me hit harder. To make her bleed. The more I hit her  the wetter I got. Until I came from the thought of torturing her to death. That was when I learned that I was a sadistic.

A Young Sadistic

torture phonesex karmaMy earliest memories of being a sadistic go way back. It was really cold out and we were getting in the car to go to school. Daddy started the car and we heard the loud thud under the hood. When we got out of the car and looked there was a mutilated cat. That bitch was cut the fuck up, blood and guts everywhere. I felt a twinge of excitement and just laughed like hell while my father and sister where mortified. I couldn’t believe their reaction. After that I started grabbing every stray animal I could find in the neighborhood to take into the woods and torture and mutilate. The older I got the thrill went from just pleasure and enjoyment to sexual satisfaction. Fucking up the animals made my nipples hard, my pussy tingle and turned me the fuck on. When I finally learned about how to touch myself and finger fuck myself, making my pussy cum, I found that it wasn’t the same unless I was fucking an animal up or looking at and touching their mutilated bodies. I went on a couple of dates as a teenager and had vanilla sex with a couple of boys and they just couldn’t get me off. I always had to go find some animal to mutilate in order to get off. It seemed like a natural progression to fuck up people and the rush was even greater! I guess I was born a sadistic!torture phonesex mutilation

Step-Mommy

Snuff Phone SexYesterday I had a friend say to Me, “Syn-Thea? I bet you would make one hell of a Step-Mommy.” I did not laugh, I did not crack a smile, because I know I would be the type of Step-Mommy these out of control little bastards need.  There would be no coddling, no praise, no saying, “job well done.” for something mundane and expected.  However, what they would receive is cold, hard, real world parenting.  The type that will get them ready for this place in which we all live.  The world isn’t full of fluffy bunnies, and unicorns that shit out skittles.  Oh no, this world is filled with people just like Me.

People who will use you, abuse you, then toss you away when your usefulness is done.  Those tiny bitches and bastards would have scars, both mental and physical to remind them of their place, and to never take shit from anyone.  They would be broken, shown all the fucked up gory details that this world has to offer, then I would build them up to be just like Me.  Which to be honest, wouldn’t be a bad thing in the least.

There are way too many victims in this world when there actually needs to be more Alphas.  I would have a whole brood of them.  They would be charming, beautiful, smart, cunning, and absolutely deadly.  Just think of how much fun their play dates would be with Me supervising their activities. It makes Me smile just thinking of it.

Money Can’t Save You

 

torture phonesex angieI can’t believe my luck. I found an ad in the paper looking for someone to care for an ailing elderly man that is fucking loaded. His wife is to old to care for him herself. I decided to give them a call and make an appointment for an interview. As I pulled up to the house, it is a creepy looking old mansion that reeks of secrets, age and money. Good thing I like that look, the darker the better and this place looks like it is straight out of a Steven King novel or something. Just looking at the joint was making me hot as fuck. Grabbing the huge brass knocker I pound it loud, these old fucks might not have their hearing aides turned up. I was surprised when she answered the door and not some hired help. She looked younger then I had expected and had a nasty fucking attitude. I decided right then I wanted this fucking job and I would derive great pleasure form not only fucking her up and taking her down a notch or two but robbing her rich ass blind. She offered me tea and she sat interviewing me all prim and proper with her nose in the air. I answered her questions while envisioning how I was going to torture and fuck her up, slowly and with great pleasure. I started right away and after meeting her bedridden husband and touring the mansion she had me change into the uniform that she had for me. During the tour I saw many of her own things that I would use to torture her over the coming weeks. I learned that there was no other staff in the house, just her, her husband and myself. Going to the basement to start the laundry I found the perfect place to tie her up. Pretending there was something wrong with the washer I got her to the basement and bound her to the radiator pipe. Warning her that it was about to get hot I went up stairs and turned the furnace on, letting it heat up while I gathered all the things that caught my eye earlier. When I got back to the basement she had already burnt her arm pretty good trying to get loose and touching her arm to the hot pipe, she was sweating so much I couldn’t tell if she was crying too. My pussy got wetter the closer I got and the more fear I saw on her face. This was going to bring me a lot of pleasure!

Now You See Me Now You Don’t

torture phonesex karmaI love Hitchcock movies but one of my favorite is “The Lady That Vanishes” I imagine myself being on a train, sitting next to a stranger. Her beauty is breath taking but as soon as she opens her mouth she is a bimbo. Her voice is high pitched and whinny and nothing she says makes any sense. She instantly gets on my nerves and the overwhelming desire to slit her throat is becoming more then I can stand. Knowing that I can vanish and no one will believe I was ever there, I wait till she falls asleep. As soon as she is in a deep slumber I tie her arms to the armrest on the seat and stuff her dainty, lacy kerchief in her mouth. I take out my knife and begin slicing her wrists. Her eyes fly open and her crys are muffled. I know I am not cutting her to kill her but enough to cause the blood to flow and the pain to be felt. As she stares at me wide eyed and the blood drips from her wounds, I bend down and lick the blood off her flesh. I sit up and wipe my mouth before smiling sweetly at her. As I pull the handkerchief from her mouth I vanish. Her screams bring the other passengers to her side and her incoherent babbling about the vanishing woman lands her in a padded cell at the next town’s psychiatric ward. I often visit her there, causing her pain, driving her crazy slowly as I smile and vanish each time. No one believes her because it is impossible for anyone to get in and out of her cell without being detected. What a perfect version of Hitchcock’s movie, with my own special twist!torture phonesex hitchcock

Beg Me Not To

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I love a good begging whore. Bondage is great. All tied up and served to me on a platter, legs spread, eyes wide with fear, and mouth gagged with some coarse rope. I love it when their tittes are nice and plump with blood. Using and abusing people as toys. Treating them like human meat. Maiming, using, abusing them in whatever way I decide to that day. I like to shove objects up their holes that should never belong there. I’ve fucked chicks with scissors, Fourth of July sparklers, scrap metal from an old flagpole, and my personal favorite–the barrel of a gun. Do you have any idea how painfully agonizing it is to shoot a bullet up a bitch’s vaginal canal? Yeah, baby. That hunk of steel goes right through the cervix, pierces their ovary, slams through their uterus, and proceeds to tear apart every internal organ it breaches before punctuating the heart and slamming up into the throat. When the esopagus is popped open and the stupid whore can no longer process air, I like to lean in close and listen to her choking on her own breath, the whole in her breathpipe causing her to sputter and gasp. Too late for anything but enjoying her last moments, now. I guess she should’ve begged harder when I first asked.

Twisted Sitter

 

torture phonesex angieI can put a big smile on my face and act so sweet when it means bringing a wicked and twisted plan to fruition. They needed a babysitter and I needed to fuck up some brats. They didn’t know me from the man on the moon. But I looked respectful, dressed in good girl clothes, pearls on my neck. I knew just what to say and how to smile and nod my head. Their babysitter had canceled at the last minute and this was an important dinner engagement, they would pay me extra since it was such short notice. They gave me the emergency numbers and all the info I needed, introducing me to the brats, and giving me their schedule, they rushed out of the door. I started cooking for the little brats adding a special ingredient. They ate like they were starving and I sat back smiling at them waiting for them to be done. Bath time was going to be so much fun and they wouldn’t remember a thing to tell mommy and daddy. The site of their excited and intoxicated naked little bodies had me all worked up. I put them in the bath and started my torture. Holding their heads under while they kicked and fought to come to the surface my cunt getting wetter by the minute. Watching their little faces fill with fear as I continued the water torture over and over again till I came all over myself. Taking them to their room, confused and disoriented I began my assault on the little bald pussies. Fucking them roughly abusing every inch of them until I came again. Finally they passed out from the effects of the drug and I dressed them in their pajamas tucking them in with a wicked smile.

Blood Slut

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I love the sight of it. Delicious, pooling red richness as deep and vibrant as a liquid jewel. It gets me hot. It makes me wet . . . and it rushes me with the capricious adrenaline of a sick, heartless bitch. I want to grab your hair in the palm of my hand and twist those dark locks around my fingers. Tangling them, grasping them, holding your head in my hands. I want to crack open your skull against the wall and whisper at you to hush, shushing you maternally as your own blood is gurgling in the back of your throat, as you’re choking and sputtering as your life is dying, as you’re leaving this plane of existence and my clawing fingers are shoved up your pussy, violating you and watching you suffer with your dignity shattered at my feet. I suck your life, take your soul, laugh in absolute pleasure. I get high on your pain. I love to see you hurting, it fills me with such glee at your expense. That kind of abject control. That kind of power makes my heart beat faster, my veins pump harder, and my legs wild enough to wrap around a man three times over again. I love a good blood slut. I’m a pain whore . . . ‘cus I just love to cause it. I lean over you and absorb it into me like energy draining right from your soul. I’m a succubus of pain. And while you’re taking your last breath, I’ll shove the tubeless truck iron into your uterus that much deeper, laughing at your misery and filled to the brim with deadly elation. When you’re just about to expire, I whisper how your mother won’t miss you, she’s better off without you anyway. I tell you what I’m going to do when I sneak into your house and kill your cat tonight. The helpless agony of a million broken dreams and guilt as everything is lost at my fingertips. The utter and depressing hurt in your eyes. Yeah, baby. It’s my aphrodisiac.