Category: Snuff phone sex

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.

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.

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.

Choke-Her Chain

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I have always wanted a pet dog but never wanted to have to clean up behind one or take care of it. So when I decided that it was one of my slaves turn to leave the fold, I decided to have some fun with it. I bought a doggie tail butt plug, a choker collar and a leash. After stripping her naked and making her get on all fours I stuffed the butt plug up her ass, put the choker collar on her and attached the leash. I made her do all the things a dog does, from barking to doing the normal dog tricks, sit, stay, roll over , shake. I took her for a walk and made her shit and piss outside on the lawn in front of the house. To add to her humiliation I made her smell her own shit. When she started gagging and puking it really pissed me off and I began yanking on the leash, choking her with the collar. Each time she gagged and spit up it made me madder and I pulled harder. Her face began to turn red, her lips were becoming blue. I knew I was strangling her with the collar and it began to turn me the fuck on. I kept going pulling the collar harder, holding the pressure longer, over and over again. I could feel my climax building as I watched her being strangled at my hand. The closer I got to climaxing the more intense the yanks became and the longer I cut off her ability to breath. Finally she fell limp and I yanked and held the pressure as my cunt exploded in an intense orgasm. Death by strangulation is something I have done many times but never like this and I loved the new thrill!torture phonesex choker

Strangulation phone sex with Indigo

Strangulation phone sex

Strangulation phone sex may seem a little rough to those of you without passion in this world, but I for one feel it is a necessary part of my life. I have this burning desire to consume you, and I know you feel the same way about me. When we have that tasty little morsel all taken care of and you’ve had your fun, all I can focus on is getting you naked and on your back. I love the feeling of riding that cock of yours while my hands are wrapped tightly around your neck. I think we have perfected the art of breath play, so we should start selling tickets to our hot and steamy adventures. I’m sure there are others who can appreciate watching me strangle you while I fuck your brains out.

The movements you make, and the sounds that come from you are intoxicating to me. I love to watch your face turn all those beautiful shades of red, then blue. I know you are really having a good time when that purple hue shows up around your lips, oh my, it’s as though its directly attached to your cock. I don’t know how you do it, but you seem to get harder the more I strangle you! I can see in your eyes the moment you cum and release my grip that you just had an intense orgasm. I always want to ask you how it feels, but I always seem to lay on top of you and fall asleep. For those weak ass punks who think they can satisfy me, do you think you can handle strangulation phone sex? If so, then bring it on!

Home Invasion

Home Invasion Phone Sex

 

Home invasion phone sex is so hot! I know just the home to invade. I used to babysit for them when I was younger. Boy did I have them fooled. I know the layout of the house so it will be fairly easy to fuck up this household. I have plans for this home. Who wants to help me? We can go in the night and sneak into the house. We can tie up the family members quietly one at a time so we don’t wake up the others. We can keep them all in one room and torture each in front of the other. Tell them we are going to let them live and give them a little hope. That way when we actually do snuff their lives out we can watch the last glimmer of hope fade away from their eyes. Taste the final tear that falls from their eyes. It tastes so sweet. Mmm, this is how I get off. I am so wet right now. I have special plans on how they should die too. The head needs to be detached from the body. I can use my big knife to slice through the necessary meat. What would you like to do with them?

 

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Paper or Plastic

torture phonesex karmaThe ad was short and to the point: “Man that loves living on the edge I have extreme, and sometimes dangerous, always kinky fetishes, looking for female with the same”
It definitely peeked my interest. I read it several times and the possibilities seemed endless. I was way more then interested. I knew I would call. I just hoped I wouldn’t be disappointed because my definition of the words “extreme and dangerous” were definitely far different from the average persons.
I called and we agreed to meet. He wanted to meet at a hotel for the first time. I knew this would not be satisfying for me. My idea of a wicked and twisted good time could not be had at a hotel without someone calling the law.
But I was determined to meet the requirements of his ad, based on my standards of course. One way or another he would put up or shut up. And you can bet I would be the one to be shutting him up. Very probably for good.
My cunt is creaming at the thought.
Any way our first meeting at the hotel was like playing patty cake. I don’t know if he was testing me or just warming up or if this bull shit was his idea of extreme. But all he wanted to do is burn play. Candle wax, small branding, putting cigarettes out on each other, the kind of shit that is like the appetizer, before the salad that comes before the steak and rich dessert in a four course meal. It was just enough to make my mouth water and my cunt long for more.
It took me two more visits before I got him to my place. He got one look at some of my “kinky” accessories and began to open up some more.He didn’t even notice the sign on the door to my room.torture phonesex contest1
I talked him into some strangulation play. Him choking me, not my idea of extreme but we were getting there. I could tell by his hard ass cock that he was game and it was game on. Surprisingly he didn’t wimp out and he choked me to the point of me passing out which gave me a fair orgasm before I went black.
When I came to he informed me that he still hadn’t gotten his rocks off only he wasn’t into strangulation as much as suffocation. He wanted me to put a plastic bag over his head .
FINALLY!
It was my time! I laid him down with the bag securely behind his head. I made sure I could easily pull it over his face before mounting his throbbing cock.
I rode him in a frenzy imagining what I knew was to cum, what I had waited for, my moment of extreme orgasm.
He urged me on and I knew he had never been fucked like this, my desire to take his life urged me on and increased his need for more.
Finally I could tell he was close and even though I was supposed to wait for his word, I pulled the bag over his head. In his excitement he went with it and soon he was close to being out of breath and his dick began to jerk. He expected to cum and for me to remove the bag or cut a hole over his mouth.
Smiling and riding him harder and faster I held the bag tight, his cum spewing inside me, my orgasm was building, knowing what was going to happen. When he realized I wasn’t releasing the bag he began to panic, building the intensity for me.
I could see his eyes wide and full of fear thru the bag as he struggled. Again heightening the intensity of what was happening for me. I was going to cum all over him as he jerked and spasmed taking his last breath between my legs and deep inside my cunt.
As he lost the fight I gushed cum, in thick, milky, shots, squirting so hard it flowed down his hips and matted the hair on my cunt.torture phonesex contest

Teen Models Wanted

torture phonesex karmaWhat a wicked and well planed scheme. The warehouse was just out of town and had been abandoned for a long time. The exterior was in great shape and the interior was perfect for a fake set up in front and a glorious torture chamber in back.
The ad was short, sweet and cheap and the response was overwhelming!
I set up appointments as the secretary and was ready and waiting for them.
The first Mother/Daughter duo was stunning. Of course I started snapping photos and gaining their trust right away.
Then it was time for a break or so they thought. My heart raced as I took them to the back and used one against the other while recording the whole thing.
The poor Mother knew if she didn’t do as I said her Daughter would suffer and the Daughter knew the same.
I began by cutting their pretty little faces and making them lick the blood off each other. Keeping the torture simple for now, until the others arrived.
As the day worn on five Mother/Daughter duos showed up. More then enough for a night of hideous torture and mutilation, destroying their beauty, accompanied by my pleasure and endless orgasms.
All of it on film. Fucking the little ones with knives, removing nipples one at a time, cutting and slashing and delighting in the screams and pain.
Today I sleep amongst the corpses and tonight I get rid of all of them.
I love it when a plan comes together!

Extremely Evil Phone Sex

torture phonesex angie 01When I found Ms Brown she was a wee one. I fell in love with her simply because of her nature. I created a beautiful home for her in an aquarium. It was a paradise for her and she deserved nothing less. I have taken such good care of her, pampering her and making sure she stayed healthy and happy. Each time I tend to her my cunt secretes sweet juice just knowing she will do the same for me when she is big enough. My juices bring me pleasure and hers will cause excruciating pain rewarding me with more pleasure. Ms Brown finally grew to the size of a dime and it was time for her to show me some evil, twisted, love and pleasure. torture phonesex spiderI took her down to my basement where I have kept him for months, keeping him well fed and slightly tortured, in preparation for what he would endure. The plan was to start at the bottom and work my way up over a period of several weeks, or as long as he stayed alive. I carefully placed Ms Brown, my beautiful Brown Recluse, on his lower leg, just above his ankle. She did not disappoint me, injecting her venom with a nice bite. Returning her to her home in the aquarium, my cunt was alive with what was to come. As the days past the bite became inflamed and filled with the effects of her venom. I watched as it worsened and he became feverish, moaning from pain. Finally it was time. Using a dull and rusted razor blade, I cut it open and began digging at it with gloved hands. His screams of agony served their purpose, bringing me intense orgasm after orgasm. It has been several weeks now and I enjoy going down to the basement and digging my gloved hands into his growing and festering wound.torture phonesex bite I believe it is time to let my lovely pet have another taste of him.  This time on his inner thigh very close to his groin. I will allow this bite to fester and grow and will enjoy inflicting more pain on him. If he survives this one, his cock is next. I will continue to work my way up his body, giving Ms Brown delicious tastes of his flesh as I watch him decay and cause him more and more pain. I am hoping that he will survive long enough for me to get to his face so that I can watch that decay as well after my lovely Ms Brown pumps him with more venom. I am not sure how  many Brown Recluse bites a human can survive without treatment as the flesh is eaten away and falls from the bone. However I plan on finding out as I cum with delight throughout the process!torture phonesex angie 02