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Evil Phone Sex with Reagan

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Babysitting brats is the last thing you would expect me to do. But it is the best way to get even or torture something for amusement. In this case, both. I had something special planned for the evening, it was making me hot just thinking about the events that were about to unfold.

I arrived just in time, she was about to put Lilly to sleep. I assured her that I could take over that duty and mom should just go have a good time and not worry about little Lilly. I would take care of it just like any good babysitter would. The little one was not sure what to think, but when I whispered in her ear that bed time was not going to be for a while, she got a huge smile on her face. Especially when mommy left I told her we should get some goodies to eat and drink. She followed me to the kitchen and when she was not looking I dropped something special in her drink. A little LSD for the little one.

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We sat down to watch a little TV and that’s when I saw the cutest thing. She started to shake and say she felt funny. I told her she was fine and lets just watch my favorite show.. the little ones always love my taste in entertainment. One of my favorite shows was American Horror Story. It was the perfect bed time show mixed with that hallucinogenic I had slipped my poor dear Lilly.

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We started to watch and I saw Lilly get so excited and scared when the doctor on the TV injected the poor girl Shelly, with something that made her skin bubble up and fizzle like it was melting on her face. My little one started to cry and said she felt her face do the same thing! I looked at her and screamed. “Oh my god Lilly!”, I yelled.. “it does.. you look just like her”! I told her she better scrape all that melted skin off of her face, or it could cover her body! Than she looked at the TV again, it was like she was the mutated girl Shelly on the screen! Then the good doctor started to saw off the legs of his victim. Lilly fell to the floor in what her mind felt as pain. “Help me! Reagan don’t let the doctor cut my legs off”! I told her we better get something to take all that melted skin off, before the doctor sees her! I pulled my knife out of my bag and handed her the blade.. I laughed and instructed her to start with her forehead and work down..

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A New Hunt

 

violent phonesex angieI love the thrill of the hunt. Hunting humans is so exhilarating. I have taken up a new weapon of late. The boomerang. I bought a lovely set of metal boomerangs and took them to my sharpening wheel. They now have razor sharp edges that will slice into flesh beautifully. However I need to get some target practice in and what better to practice on then naked, scared humans? violent phonesex weapons I had a dear friend build me a plat form that is a replica of the stairs from The Munsters. He did a wonderful job. There is where I will stand so that I can see my prey as they run in an effort to escape my flying blade. I have an assortment of several different drugs that I am going to coat my weapons in so that in the event that I hit my target with anything less then a fatal connection, the adrenalin pumping through their veins will distribute the drug quickly into the blood stream and they will not be able to escape. I have several specimen of prey that I will release one at a time from the base of my perch.violent phonesex stairs They will have to the count of ten to run as far as they can. I have encouraged them to run in a serpentine pattern to give me a challenge. In the event that I miss, and I certainly will as I have not mastered the skill of throwing my new toy, my prey will be captured and returned for another run, The rules have been made clear and the game is about to begin. Standing on the stairs looking out my heart is pumping, my cunt is wet and I am armed and ready. Watching the first of my prey run as I loudly count to ten the anticipation of the first throw and possibly the first kill is overwhelming. This is the first of many days of target practice until my aim is flawless and I can hit my target each and every time with the percussion and accuracy of a marksman, or woman as it were.violent phonesex drugs

The Devil’s Personal Operator

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Your voice doesn’t match your face. You’re much older in person and you look as evil as the Devil himself. You are a small but powerful looking man, with a stare that could make most people shudder. You look insane, and remembering our conversations, I discern that you probably are. You talked me into meeting you. You knew I needed the money and you took advantage of my need. For a measley $500, here I was, in the presence of someone who used to just be a scary voice on the snuff phone sex line.

You are cooking something in the fireplace. It smells different from anything I have ever smelled before. You tell me to take off my clothes and I obey you, not because I think I have to, but because you scare me so much. You ziptie my hands together behind my back.  You pull up a chair next to the fireplace and tell me to sit. You take a phone, the old kind with a cord, and put what appears to be superglue on the earpiece and mouthpiece. To my shock, you stick it to the side of my head and it sticks immediately. I jump and ask what the fuck you are doing, the phone receiver hanging on the side of my head, a permanent fixture now. You just laugh, and tell me to save my voice.

I am so close to the fire it is burning my skin, but I don’t dare move. You tell me I am going to be your snuff phone sex whore for the night. The phone is glued to my ear and the cord is hooked to a phone on the desk across the room. Suddenly it starts ringing. He pushes a button and tells me to say hello. I don;t know what to do, so I meekly ask into the receiver, “hello?”. The voice that comes back to me sounds like a demon. The voice begins to talk to me and say things I have never heard before. It spoke of my mother and my unborn brats and the brutal things it will do to them. The blasphemy and gore that this voice spoke of made my blood run cold. I knew it was not human.

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I pissed myself in the chair from fear, and the man, who I now believed to be the devil, squatted before me, spread my legs and began licking my pussy while the demon talked in my ear. My cunt throbbed in his mouth and he lapped up my juices as they started to flow. While the demon invaded my mind, he invaded my cunt with his forked tongue. My mind was trying to keep the thoughts of evil lust out, but my body was welcoming the change. I came all over the devil’s face that night, over and over. Every time that phone rang, I said hello, and every time the evil voices got worse. And every time, I came even harder on His face. I started seeing faces in the fire, horrible faces, and I realized my soul was no longer my own.

Bumping for The Hunt

Its time for the hunt again. Its raining outside so I know the hunt will take place inside. I am naked and tired, but I know I don’t have any choice. Your mansion is huge, but so run down, its almost like an old haunted house. I much prefer the hunt to take place outside, at least I get fresh air and dreams of escape, even though I have never suceeded. I can hear you in the basement sharpening your arrows. You enjoy making it “fair” by using an old fashioned bow and arrow.

You come upstairs, pumped for the hunt. You know I am worn down from all the torture and you only get your thrill from me being terrified prey. You look disappointed, but then get an idea. You go to the kitchen and come back and have a baggie of powder. I’m so tired, and I know you are going to make me bump coke, to give me the wildness you desire. You are a monster. I am sitting on the floor leaning against the dirty wall. You take you cock out and stroke it right in my face until its rock hard.  You sprinkle a line of cocaine along your dick and yank my head by my hair over to it and make me snort it.

Suddenly my brain is alive. The surge of energy courses through me, and once again I feel fear. My heart starts to pound and you make me do another line off your cock. You see my eyes widen and my energy pour in as my body twitches. I stand up and tell you I am ready. You place the bag of coke in my hand and tell me that I will need it. Your hunts last for days usually, and I cannot sleep. I take the baggie, and he draws his first arrow. The sound of it coming from its sheath gives me the same feeling a deer has when its in the sights of a shotgun. My terror takes over, and myheart races even faster. You simply say, “Run.” And I do.

I scramble up the stairs hoping you give me enough of a head start to get around the first corner. An arrow hits the wall behind me and I scream. I run faster down the dark hallway and now I hear your footfalls coming up the stairs after me. The hunt is on and I am running for my life. I know you will not stop until you have shot every arro win your possession. Thus far, I have escaped with only arrow wounds, but you have been practicing, and you are planning to mount my head in the living room with the others. I wonder if this will be the hunt where you finally get the perfect shot.

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Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus

knife play phone sex goth girlOne of my callers asked me how I got into knife play phone sex. My love for knives is actually hereditary. My great grandparents were carnies. Yes, circus freaks. They both threw knives and swallowed them.  I inherited their knife collection along with some other vintage carnival items like their morphine needle. It is great to use for subduing victims, even today. I fancy myself a knife thrower like my great grandparents. Only I am no circus freak and it is not for entertainment, well not public entertainment.

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I have these stairs that lead down into my basement where I practice my knife skills on worthless humans, usually men.  Just the other day I picked up this stupid guy who thought he was gonna fuck me.  Really, do I look desperate and so cheap that I would go fuck some guy because he said I was pretty? I have zero tolerance for stupidity and even less for horny pervs who don’t know how to treat a woman. I told him in my basement was a love den. Yeah right, I look like I have a love den. But it got his stupid ass down those stairs. As I was following him, I injected him with my grandparents old morphine needle to incapacitate him. That shit works fast too. He got all woozy and began to stumble.knife play phone sex drugs butcher girl

He actually fell down the last few stairs which was perfect. I then strung him up to the concrete wall where I practice my knife throwing techniques. The less they squirm or move around, the less the likelihood I will hit a major artery. Moving targets I have not quite mastered yet. While he was semi conscious, I broke out my grandparents knife throwing collection. They were all nice and sharp too. I just tried to concentrate and throw them along the outline of his body. I usually do pretty well. But this guy was fat and maybe he needed more morphine because he was not as limp as other practice playmates have been.knife play phone sex goth girl killer

I told him be still or he would fuck up my aim. He started getting belligerent with me and calling me names. The fat fuck of a pervert had the audacity to call me a fat whore. So, I decided to practice with a blind fold on. My grandparents could do it. Turns out I can’t. As I was throwing blindly, I heard  screams and yelps. Kind of just turned me on. No one would miss him. The more he screamed, the harder I threw and the less I concentrated on where the knife was going. I wanted to hit his flesh, impale him.  I wanted to make him bleed. After I went through all the knives, all I heard was gurgling sounds. I giggled in amusement when I took my blindfold off and saw about 30 knives in his flesh. Even one dead center between his legs. I literally nailed his balls to the wall. He didn’t deserve them anyway.

I made quite a mess as it turns out. He bled out, slowly, but he did pool his blood on my floor. I kind of like the red stains on the wall, so I just cleaned the blood and sinew off the floor. I don’t really care if I never become a master knife thrower like my grandparents. I enjoy the sport of impaling flesh with sharp objects. Especially flesh on worthless pieces of shit. Are you a worthless piece of shit?

Survival Games

The survival game is under way and I have a test run to show my skill. These tests are not for the weak or unfit, and they are far from being “play”. As a matter of how things are done these games are real. My weapon for survival this round is my makeshift bow with poison arrows. The arrows are very real, but for the test run they are without too much poison, a little on the tip as I’d hate to waste perfectly good poison on a stiff.

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We ascended these stairs that led us into a natural arena for our battle. This test of skill and agility has my adrenalin pumping and I am so fucking horny! Once I get through this test there’s a nice prize awaiting me at the other side.

Running, climbing and jumping through the test course I have to be on my toes and ready to shoot. I see a movement to my right and I aim my bow and set in my arrow ducking behind a tree I take aim. I hear a thud and run to see my target, I had hit one of the other “players” and he was down. I got him right between the eyes and he is going into a series of spasms. Fuck, I think he was actually hit with more poison than I realized and is in the process of dying!

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I have no fucking idea what to do as I  sneak back into the game and run through the rest of the course. It’s my knowledge that they clean up and I need not worry, after all I sign the very same release form. These games aren’t  play and we have to be over 21 and sign away releasing participants.

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Awaiting me at the end was a wonderful party and some of the purest cocaine yet. My adrenaline was pumping and I was just wanting to snort a fat line and get my fucking dripping pussy pounded!

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Bitch In The Red Dress

Have you ever wanted to literally rip someone’s heart out? Sure you have…I know you have…there was a girlfriend, a coworker, a relative, a friend…at some time in your life. The kind of person who you may have cared about at one time, or have hated eternally. But in some way, the pendulum swung and you hated that bitch’s fucking guts. So much, that you felt you could thrust your hand inside of the innermost part of them, and squeeze the life away…

Maybe strip her nice and naked. I know you can’t resist your dick straining against the front of your pants. You can see those pointy tits poking through the thin fabric of her silky dress…you wanna rip it off of her and spread those legs wide open. Wanna play, baby? I mean, look at that beautiful skin…it’s so soft. So smooth…so unblemished. Let’s light some matches and burn her eyelids off. 

I bet she’s gonna scream like a banshee and beg for release. Maybe, instead of tying her up, you should give her that release. Take your dick and pound her cervix wide open. Let the blood gush out…Wanna make some art? I’d love to see you carve some demonic symbols in her chest before we snuff her out.

Picture Perfect Gothic Phone Sex

gothic phonesex karmaSo as I was  flipping through one of my favorite goth magazines I see this picture. I can’t stop looking at it. What a wonderful way to sacrifice a hot young thing to my Prince of Darkness. I can’t stop looking at tit and I can’t stop the dripping that has started between my legs. The ache I am feeling in my chest as my nipples grow rigid. Moaning and rubbing my cunt I close my eyes and imagine how it would feel to string him up on that wooden cross. Knees bent and nailed to the cross bar. His hands nailed to the place where his feet should be, His dick hanging towards his face and his feet in the perfect position to nestle the stake that will be the last part of the infliction of his pain as I ram it up his ass and deep into his body. The blood dripping down his body and up his nose, assisting in the loss of life as it suffocates him when he inhales. All while I am sucking on his flaccid cock as he hangs there. slipping away. Cumming all over my fingers, I open my eyes, get myself dressed and head out to find him. I know he is out there waiting for me. I am cumming darling, you won’t wait long and neither will I.gothic phonesex sacrifice

Gothic Phone Sex with Reagan * New Accomplice

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Growing up, I knew I was different. Things that repulsed others, gave me excitement. After noticing how I shocked and cause fear into others, I felt this level of pure joy and I knew my life was going to be full of darkness and blood. Not many people can relate to me and what I do, so I love when I find someone who is just as dark as I.

Just the other night I was out partying and I saw this guy. He had the blackest hair and even blacker eyeliner. He had piercings, and some fucking sick ass tattoos. I could smell the malice oozing out of his scarred skin.. He noticed my look was similar and so we kinda just hit it off.

Gothic Phone Sex ReaganAfter hours of talking, we found out we were fellow deviants. But what I liked most about him was his thirst for blood and his love for the hunt. We shared a lot of music and art interests, and we loved to invoke fear. We got off on the smell of it in the air. He loved to degrade and humiliate his meat and turn them into pain sluts. Just talking to him, knowing that he has pissed and shit in his bitches mouth, treating them like a toilet.. only to cut their pretty skin, and then set them free to hunt down.. I knew I needed this more than ever. We decided to hunt together, be each others Gothic accomplices. Living for the death and stench of rot in the eyes of the innocent. I had a heightened sense of awareness, and I knew he did too.

That is when we found our prey. Pretty little stuck up bitch, Gothic Phone Sex Reagan ready to be treated like meat. We were ready and I saw that she had cigarettes, so I causally walked over and made up some stupid story about recognizing her.. asking her to come outside and join me for a smoke while I figure out where I knew her from! The dumb bitch fell for it 🙂 Not more than 10 minutes later, she was bound and subdued in my trunk as him and I drove off heading for the woods. He told me his cock has not been this hard in a long time.. I maneuvered myself between him and the steering wheel and grind-ed my cunt bone against his cock, and felt how hard his meat was! Bulging through the crotch of his pants… she started to scream and punch the inside of the trunk.. which made us even hotter…. I can not wait to get this bitch naked and running for her life….

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Asphyxiation; Strangulation Phone Sex

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All I could think about was how fucking hot this new bartender at the club is. I’ve had more than my usual share of drinks just to flirt with Anthony. My Master has been a little distant and busy with his professional career, so I decided to come out with my girl friends and enjoy some drinks and clubbing. I got caught up at the bar and Anthony offered me a ride home. I jumped on that but maybe a little to easily.

While I was conversing with my friends I noticed him talking rather engrossed with a small group of guys with glances towards me and smiles with an exchange of information and were they paying him for something? The club was closed and just a handful of us still around. Well my girls went on their way and wished me luck!

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Anthony and I went out to his car and he asked if i would mind stopping off at a party for a few. Well, I was completely blitzed and game for anything. We pulled into a parking lot with a large warehouse unit of lofts. The very guys that were at the club greeted us at the entrance. I appeared to be the only female there and about 10 guys were there total. Next thing I know I am being led into a dark room and I felt my wrists being bound and guided to a massage type table with an opening for the the face in a head rest and was helped onto my stomach.

Next thing I know I’m stripped and I feel guys taking turns penetrating my ass and my pussy. I feel numb and restrained, it appears I have been drugged and am being used as a fuck doll. One guy came around front while another was pounding me from behind and took my silk scarf and used it to choke me. I was gasping as my mouth was being fucked. I started passing out and that’s all I remember.

Barely making it I awoke to an empty warehouse and bruising all over my body. My neck and throat really hurt when I realized I had survived an attempted strangulation. The guy had left me for dead, or so they figured. I could barely breath or talk my larynx had been fractured during the strangulation attempts.

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