Category: Snuff phone sex

It Took Days

sadistic phonesex karmaI never dreamed that my latest wicked scheme would bring me so much pleasure and last so long. Her pain and agony has been delightfully satisfying giving me days and nights of pleasure. The long and agonizing process of poison ivy first becoming a rash that drove her crazy with it’s itching, swelling her body and bringing red whelps to the surface was just the beginning. As the hours passed the rash became small blistering sores. Watching the transformation made my cunt so fucking wet. Soon the blisters began to grow and fester becoming huge puss sores all over her body.sadistic phonesex poisen She has been tied to that tree for days now. I am keeping her hydrated so that she doesn’t die on me yet. The sores are starting to eat her flesh and I feel sure that she can’t last much longer. The poison has to be in her blood stream. She is feverish and delirious and it is the most wicked, evil, demented, twisted and sadistic torture ritual that I have ever administered. I will definitely be doing this again. The next time my victim will be a man. I can’t wait to see what the poison ivy does to a cock and balls over time. Just the thought of it is driving me crazy and keeping my cunt dripping wet. saadistic phonesex facebook

Ashes to Ashes

I could smell him before I saw him. The stench of cigar smoke so strong that it burned my nostrils and made me want to gag. It was such a contrast to the earthy smell of the dirt floor, and the copper taste of my blood in my mouth from when he beat me. I remembered the days when the only things I I smelled on him was his sweat, and nasty breath from eating the other girls flesh. Now I longed for those days, as crazy as that was. But he had a new habit now. Cigars. And he had made me his ashtray.

He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my head back by my hair so I was looking up at him. He stood their, hard cock in one hand and a burning cigar hanging from his disgusting lips. The smoke fell down around me, covering me in the smell. I knew I would try to sleep that night, and only be able to smell that disgusting odor in my hair. He told me to open my mouth. I did as I was told, and he stuck his cock in. He slowly fucked my face as he toked on his cigar. I kept my eyes open, as he had taught me, and watched as he smoked.

He pulled his cock out and I kept my mouth open, knowing what was coming next. He took his cigar and brought the ash end down to my mouth. He flicked the burnt ashes into my mouth. They floated down into my mouth and up my nose, making my eyes tear. I didn’t dare spit it out or cough. Then he stuck his cock back in my mouth and fucked my dirty ashtray mouth while he continued smoking. He did this over and over, relaxing while I sucked his cock and used my mouth as his ashtray. My mouth was full of dirty ash by the time he was nearly finished, an hour later.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth one last time, and told me to stick my tongue out. It was bone dry from all the ashing, but he took his cigar and jammed the lit end directly onto my tongue to snuff it out. The burning raged through my brain, and I knew I would have another permanent ring scar on my tongue. He told me to close my mouth, and as I did, with all the ash still inside, he stroked his cum all over my filthy face. He shoved me back to the floor and I rolled away from him. He went back upstairs, and I tried to spit the ash out of my mouth. My tongue burned so badly, and sure enough, the only thing I could smell all night was that stentch of his cigar.

The Worms Crawl In……

evil phonesex angieI love Halloween. I can be evil and demented and people, especially the little ones think it is all fake and just a good trick. I always have the scariest shit in my yard for my little visitors. They always ask how I make it look so real and my answer every year is “How do you know it isn’t real?” They laugh and walk away and my cunt gets wetter as the night goes on, This year I have been preparing for the biggest, nastiest, thrill yet. He has been in my basement for going on a month now. I started by cutting his flesh and allowing the wound to fester. With the open sore becoming more infected by the day I finally added my little minions, a handful of flesh eating maggots. It didn’t take long for them to devour the rotting flesh of the wound and begin to move up the leg to fresh, delicious, tasty flesh. It’s OK I never waist food I could eat myself. He was a homeless bum from tent city by the tracks. An alcoholic that came willingly with me for the cheap booze I bought him. I never eat anything but healthy flesh. He is perfect however for my Halloween decorations. When he begins to moan I simply give him more cheap booze and he gets drunk and passes out while my little maggots do their job. My cunt has enjoyed many good orgasms as I have watched the maggots devour his flesh. By the time Halloween rolls around more then half his leg will be crawling maggots and bone. I will drug him so he looks like a prop and I will lay him in the yard by the front gate. Everyone that comes to my door will have to pass him. They will stop and stare and be amazed that I did it again. The worms crawl in…the worms crawl out and by the time I am done they will be through his stomach and out his mouth…..sinful perfection!evil phonesex maggots

FuckPig Virgin Ass

He let me out of my cage and I knew it was going to be a rough night – he was hopped up on something. I could always tell by how crazy his eyes looked and how his speech would be so fast it was almost a fucked up stutter. He rarely made eye contact with me, but tonight he did. It was a scary, empty, glazed stare, but it still sent chills down my spine. My body was sore all over, my lash marks barely healing from the other night.  He shoved me to floor and told me to get on all fours like the fuckpig I was.

I did as he said, too weak to resist. My knees were already bleeding, and the concrete just sent stinging pain up my legs. I barely even noticed. I have been through so much since I first became his toy. He came up behind me and I could feel him dangle the leather whip across my back. He laughed and told me we were going to play a game. He said that he was going to whip me as I counted backwards from 50. I knew the whip he had chosen has barbs on the ends, and I knew it would tear my skin off with every strike. There was no way I could take 50 lashes from it without being carved to the bone.

I begged him not to, even though I knew he loved to hear me beg, but I didn’t know what else to do. He slung the whip threw the air so I could hear the whoosh sound, and he slapped it on the floor in front of my face. The leather combined with the metal barbs made the most terrifying screeching sound. I was sobbing uncintrollably, still begging, when he pulled the whip up and brought it mercilessly down on my bare back. The barbs stuck in my skin and tore my flesh as he yanked the whip out. I couldn’t even scream – my breath was gone.

I crumpled to the floor and he kicked me in the side and told me to get back on all fours like a good fuck pig, or he would do it again. I used all my strength to get back on my hands an knees. He held the whip dangling in front of my face where I could see it – my own blood and skin dangling from its barbs. He told me I had a choice. Another lashing with the whip, or I could beg him to fuck my virgin ass. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious, but I glanced at him and he still had that crazy look. His cock was also hard as a rock and sticking straight up.

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I began begging him to fuck my virgin ass, and it started to work. He put the whip down, and got behind me. He was grunting like a monster as he jerked his cock in preparation to fuck my asshole. He had never done it before, and I had no idea what it would feel like. His cock is huge and dry and he knelt behind meand grabbed my hips. I felt him spit on my asshole and then he rammed his whole cock inside me so hard and fast it hurt me more than the whip did. I felt my ass tearing from the outside in and he pounded me as he grunted and made sounds like he had gone insane. I couldn’t even hold myself up, so I went limp and he ravaged my ass until I began to pass out. The last thing I saw, was a pool of blood dripping from my ass onto the floor. The last thing I heard was his maniacal laughter.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Unleashed

   Kevin and I have this “Unique” relationship, after all we’re both married, to other people. However, marriage isn’t the only thing we have in common, not by a long shot. The two of us met in rehab, and I still get such a rush when the powder comes out and the syringes filled with a special cocktail…

We started our fucked up “relationship” one evening when we said fuck these pencil dick meetings. We both needed a rush, so I snuck into my Aunts house (she’s a CNP), and often has what I want locked up for her home care patients. I had a key made a long time ago and she is never the most diligent on keeping accurate inventory records. I grab a couple syringes and chose my cocktail of fluid and pills.

Kevin was waiting in his van a block over I slipped out the back and through an alleyway back to his van. We drove a mile down to a secluded area. I filled a syringe with a special mixture of heroin and ketamine, and then another two with liquid cocaine and heroin. I secured the syringes and put a line down for each of us of blow, we snorted savored and were ready. Driving over to the Mall parking garage we parked and I got out. I went into the department store to hunt out our prey.

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I spotted the perfect rape phone sex fantasy victim and stalked her out to the garage. As she was approaching where we parked I made my move. This slut Belle has been on Kevin’s radar for some time now and he knew her routine. My pace picked up and as she was rifling through her bag for her keys I bumped into her hard.

Having bumped into Belle at the rear of the van I took the “bump” to plunge the syringe into her hip. She was shocked, and had no idea what was happening as the van door opened where Kevin and I shoved her into the van without anyone seeing.

Belle was groggily trying to comprehend what was happening as the drugs took effect. I bound her wrists and I slipped her panties off her and shoved them in her mouth. I started cutting Belles pretty dress off with my knife. Her flesh was so smooth I couldn’t resist slicing the blade across her wrists. Kevin parked in our secluded hideaway and  came to the back. He took in her luscious flesh the curve of her breasts and her sweet trimmed cunt.

Kevin really enjoys watching me rough her up and handed me a large black dildo from the bag with a strap-on. I strapped this huge dick on and just started wailing at her pussy making the bitch get so fucking wet. I grabbed another syringe as Kevin started getting between her legs pulling his dick out. As he was just about to slide in I slammed the needle plunging the cocktail into him.

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He was getting so fucking high and just kept fucking her with his rape phone sex fantasies. We fucked Belle all evening into day break and fucked her some more. By this time she was awake and well aware we had drugged her up and used her up. Belle will never be innocent after the night we abducted her.

 

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.

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.

Fucking Monsters

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At some point in your life you were afraid of monsters, or still are.. 

I have a new fear..

He is a monster.

With the new viruses going around master made me get sick. 

He works in the morgue at the hospital in town, which means he has access to all the viruses that normally kill people. 

What ever he gave me made me sick, very sick. 

The combination of viruses has turned my body into a living corps.

I can’t stop him from moving me, I can not squirm away from his touch.

I can’t move but  I can feel every ounce of pain…

He can bend and mold my body to anything he wants as he fucks me.

Tonight he had his spiked cock sleeve on and he slammed it into my ass

I could feel each spike digging into my asshole and ripping it apart as he pushed back and forth into my body..

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I can’t scream..

I can’t even cry..

What has he done to me…

What is he doing to me?

Finally he pulled his bloody cock out and come around to my face and sticks his bloody cock that has pieces of my skin hanging off of it into my mouth. 

I suddenly get this urge for more..

More blood.

More flesh. 

I start to bite down, but I can’t feel my jaw close.. 

What ever is happening to my body I have turned into a monster just like him… but I have a thirst for blood now…