Category: Taboo phone sex

Force Feeding Me Her Flesh

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Oh my god I am so hungry. But I won’t do it. I will not eat her flesh. She was my friend. She was my only friend in this hell you have created for me. I don’t care how long you deprive me of food. I would rather die than become a monster like you. My ribs are showing, I can barely lift my head, but I will never succumb to what your evil mind has concocted as my only way to stay alive.

I watched you torture her. I watched you murder her, and I watched you carve her into your dinner. You packed the rest of her in the freezer in the basement where I am chained and thats when you started starving me. Has it been weeks since I’ve eaten? I have no idea. My world comes in and out of view as I slowly wither away to nothing. I see you’ve defrosted some of her flesh. Is that a breast… yes I believe it is. You put it in my face, I am too weak to turn away. I can smell the blood, almost taste it. But I won’t do it.

You start a fire in the fireplace and put the breast on the spit to roast over the open flame. I watch, aware of the drool pooling beside me on the floor as I smell the meat cooking and my mouth waters beyond my control. You marinade the flesh in blood as you slowly cook it over the fire, I can see the nipple as you turn the meat, and it does look delicious. My brain is turning to mush, and my senses are deceiving me. You tear off a piece and eat it in front of me. The meat and blood being crushed between your yellow teeth.

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My stomach aches and my throat is burning as my mind screams for me to eat. I cannot even vomit, I have nothing left. You place the hot meat on a plate and bring it to me on the floor. You roll my face over into the dish and it smells so fucking wonderful. I hear a voice in my head, a dark and demonic voice, or is it you? It says to eat it or I will die…. I open my mouth, still unsure if its for my first taste of her flesh or for my last breath of life…

Torture Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Torture Doll

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My son goes from a romantic mood to a sadistic one in nothing flat. The other day we had a nice time, lot’s of love making. Last night, he pimped me out to this guy who enjoys torture and bondage. My son said he paid really good money for my ass and I better act the part. The dude looked so normal, almost nerdy, but he had a very sick side. First, he used a cattle prod on me and did his best to electrocute the piss out of me. He had me bound and gagged, laying on the floor, and kept shocking me over and over again until I peed myself and drool was running out of my mouth. He just laughed at me and said I was bought and sold like a side of beef, I was going to be treated like the piece of meat I was.

torture phone sex mommy analHe then pulled me down into his basement. More like threw me down the stairs. He followed behind me, then started tying ropes to my extremities. Braided rope, the really strong kind. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing. He was quiet, methodical and attentive to his  knots that he was tying. Then with one full sweep, he hoisted me in air. My legs were pulled apart, my hands tied behind my back, my pussy exposed and a ball gag in my mouth. He then began fucking my pussy and ass with various objects. He was torturing my holes with a baseball bat, coke bottles, a plunger, a paddle oar, his fist, that cattle prod, even a shot gun. He took thrill in controlling the ropes so he could lower me down on objects. My pussy was swollen and bleeding. He tortured my cunt first, then my ass.

torture phone sex mother sonAfter hours of impaling me on various objects, he pulled the ropes like an evil puppet master to flip me upside down by one leg. I felt like a rodent being held upside down and tortured. He exposed my bare ass and began spanking me mid air. Hard, long spanks with his bare hand, then a belt, a cat of 9 tails, an old fashioned switch and a paddle. The skin on my ass looked like tenderized meat. He never spoke as he issued blows to my ass. Just kept spanking hard and rhythmically. I could feel my skin splicing open on my backside.

The torture of my body went on all day and night, almost 24 hours I was suspended in the air. Then my son returned. Collected me, and collected his payment. They shook hands and my son said, “see you next week.” Apparently I am this guy’s torture doll every Thursday. I do not know if I will survive the next session.

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2 girl call phone sex: Profane with Francis

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My fascination for the profane has not stopped; rather, it has intensified.  Some people would say that I am “blessed” to find such a kindred spirit in Francis; others would say that it’s the devil’s handiwork that we’ve found each other.  Regardless, there will be our favorite dessert…carnage…in our wake!

I had planned to go into church for a victim, nothing special…just someone who was so stuck in her head that she didn’t see the wolf behind her.  Really, I was bored and craving excitement.  And, I certainly found it!  My sadistic instinct told me to go around back to the church.  And, I knew it: there was pain right behind that brick and mortar.  I could almost hear the screams; when it comes to pain, my senses are like any wild animal.

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Low and behold, the church was set-up much like my house…with the dungeon tucked nicely away from prying eyes.  The door was ajar, which meant the victim was certainly indisposed (sly grin).  But, when I turned the corner, I was looking at a nun accomplice!  It was really too good to be true! 

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She seemed to be cooking the head of a woman in…yes, I’m fairly sure that it was a chalice.  “Yes, my little one,” the nun said in a rather irritated voice.  I asked her what she was doing with the tube in the woman’s mouth.  “She’s being infused with seasoning, dear,” the nun said.  As I admired her work, she seemed to tolerate my presence more.  I began helping her prepare the body; she said that it was for a special friend of hers.  “I underestimated your sinful nature.  It’s quite unusual around here to see someone like you,” she said as I followed her instructions and crammed some carrots into the victim’s ass.  “My name is Francis,” she said.  And, I knew it was the beginning of a beautiful, wicked, twisted relationship.

Spellbound

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 A special friend and myself met up one night to practice a ritual to invoke Pan. I met Karma one night as I was sacrificing a sweet virginal male. This dude was such a pathetic excuse for a male in that he was just awkward and unable to man up. I needed his penis and blood to offer up to Pan, my demon lover. Karma was at the club that night when I picked this dude up. She must have  followed us to my private area in the woods.

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 Karma joined me under the full moon for the invocation of Pan. Karma was in charge of bringing along another virgin male for us to snuff out, bleed and fuck. Fucking his dead corpse as he entered rigor mortis was so fucking exhilarating and empowering for both of us. But achieving our main quest is the most exhilarating thing by far.

Upon our chanting and painting out naked flesh with the virginal blood our arousal levels grew. We were making out by the fire enticing in our carnal needs of sex, sex and more sex. The two of us fucked fireside until our incantation appeared. Pan came to us in the peek of our carnal feast.

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Having Pan actually standing before me was beyond my wildest desires. His form was amazing and his cock was even more amazing. The three of us fucked and savagely  went at each other into the break of dawn. Having my demon lover Pan cumming inside me was more fulfilling and ecstatic a sensation than I have ever felt before.

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Bloody Phone Sex with Cassandra: Master’s Favorite Thing to Cut

bloody phone sex kidnap tortureI have a few sick masters who enjoy hurting me. Some of them call me for bloody phone sex too. One in particular is obsessed with blood. My blood. The other day he was in a particularly sadistic mood. You see he wanted to fuck me, but it was my time of the month. He likes to hurt me until I bleed, however he finds me dirty and disgusting when I’m on the rag. I got punished extra for menstruating. He said if I was going to have a bloody pussy, I might as well be all bloody, everywhere. He then tied me to this restraint device that resembled some medieval torture rack. There were little razor blades all over it and I could feel my skin slicing open and bleeding the tighter he made the ropes. He then took a razor blade and sliced my clit and one of my pussy lips right off. He said, “You are just a stupid, nasty cunt. You don’t deserve pleasure, just pain.” He then made slices of all my body. Master knew how to make me bleed all over without killing me. He want me to hurt. And I did. I could feel myself getting aroused however by the feeling of my crimson hot sticky blood running down my thighs. Master was not pleased. He took that razor blade and sliced off each nipple. He dangled them in my face and said, “Now your big ass titties are as worthless as you.” He then forced them in my mouth. I wanted to gag and puke. How disgusting to be forced to swallow your own nipples.

bloody phone sex submissive tortureMaster sliced just about every inch of my body. He eventually put a ball gag in my mouth to stop my whimpering. I could smell my blood. I was getting cold and starting to shiver when he left the room. The blood was running out of my gashes faster than in the past. I was afraid he was so pissed this time, he might actually allow me to bleed out. He has gotten close in the past, but always spares my life because as he says, “If I kill you, where am I gonna find such a hot bloody worthless bitch to cut up?” You see, I am Master’s favorite thing to slice and cut. Will I become yours? Bloody phone sex can get us both off.

Torture phone sex: The Undead

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Live people don’t usually end up on my mortuary table; or, if they do, they never stay that way…  But, this one was different: I began slicing into his skin and he gasped.  His eyes opened wide but he seemed to be paralyzed.  His pulse was weak, but it was there.  Poor bastard must have been drugged or something by his wife.  Well, he was mine now.  The damn unlucky bastard was going to be my treat.  He had an open casket, so I couldn’t leave any obvious marks (which wasn’t really a problem).  But, I was in the mood for something different; and, I was excited by this living fucker on my table. 

I used clothes-line pins to stretch his cock out over the white blanket.  Fuck, he was a hairy mother-fucker!  Then, I took my time, kicking him in the crotch.  I kicked him with my black leather boots until his balls were swollen and purple.  And then, it was time for the final act:  I got out some fish hooks and opened up his pee hole until it was about the size of a dime…then a quarter.  I jammed my scalpel in it and began fisting him with the blade.  Blood was gushing out of his cock.  He was losing so much blood that he was fading into unconsciousness.  The son-of-a-bitch probably was wishing for death at that point.  But, I laughed as he tried to scream; his mouth did not move.  Either he was mute or the poison had rendered him immobilized.  As a finishing touch, I took his bruised and battered cock…and I shoved it up his asshole.  It’s a shame that I couldn’t tell the person who poisoned him what I had done; I think the individual would’ve been pleased.

Slow, Painful, Violent Phone Sex

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Violent Phone Sex; Battle Rounds

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i am really sweet but I can be mean when I have to. Like a couple of days ago, I was put into what everyone underground calls the ‘Battle Rounds’ you kind of have to fight to the death. I’m not experienced in fighting by no means. But I do what I have to, to survive. They pick you and another person to be put in the ring together. You have to fight each other and then when you are on top, then that is when the torture comes.

I was put into the ring with a girl that looked to be a few years younger then me. She was scared and kept saying she wanted to go home. Me too little one, me too. But unfortunately we were put here for a reason, and I refuse to die on some cold concrete floor. I did what any human wanting to survive would do.

I started getting violent, yelling at her and started charging for her. I wanted to live and I was going to live. I grabbed the hammer off the floor and started to hit her. Doing whatever I could to make her fall. She was screaming and crying and trying to fight back. I wasn’t letting it get to me. You can’t have feelings and try to survive. I just kept bashing at her. Blood was starting to go every where. She finally slumped to the floor. I grabbed her by here hair and pulled her to the corner, where I could tie her up so she couldn’t get away.

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She pleaded, “please don’t do this.” Sorry I have to get out of here. Once she was tied up, I got the needle and thread and started to sow her lips together. Then I took the knife and started cutting her nipples off. And when she tried to scream the thread would rip through her skin. Causing more blood to spill out. I cut her fingers off.

I decided to skin her. Starting with her head. So much blood. I then cut her scalp off.  And if she wouldn’t dead by then. I wanted to make sure she was. I slit the bitches throat. I just remember seeing so much blood. Then I felt someone hit me in the back of the head. Everything went black.

When I woke up, I was home.. on the floor. I was  completely naked and I could feel cum oozing out of all my holes. I guess they liked what I did. At least I made it home. Alive. Safe. Even if I was cum filled by random men.

At least I survived….the battle rounds…

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Violent Phone Sex with Venus: Bloody Acts of Violence

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Violent phone sex really gets me off. I guess you could say I am prone to violent tendencies. Vanilla is not my thing, never has been. I was fucking Wednesday Adams as a wee one. I wanted to play with knives not dolls. Now the only dolls I wanna play with are the living breathing kind, but they never stay like that for long. All ages, both genders, all races…I am an equal opportunity violent offender.

Just the other day I was feeling all bitchy and sadistic, well more so than usual. I let myself in to this old farmhouse where I knew a middle aged couple lived. They reminded me of my parents. I hated my parents. The woman was home alone. I decided to butcher her first so that her husband would come home to find her bloody, dismembered body all throughout the house.  She was easy to take too, barely put up a fight. Kind of no fun. But I had fun with my massive knife collection cutting off body parts and leaving a trail for dear old husband to find. I started at the front door with a hand, and ended in the bathroom with her head.

violent phone sex knife playI relaxed in the old claw foot bathtub, with my favorite knife and her head, covered in blood and waited for Dad to come home. I heard the screams, the tears, the footsteps following my bloody presents. When he entered the bathroom, I bolted up from the tub wielding my knife, covered in wifey’s blood and went Lizzy Borden on his ass. He got 50 whacks, 50 deadly, violent whacks. I was covered in even more blood now and it was intoxicating. Blood, death, pain, violence are all aphrodisiacs to me.  As I laid there in a pool of blood, I rubbed my clit hard. I came, gathered up my knives, cleaned up any evidence that could lead back to me, and headed home. See, random acts of violence perplex the authorities. They always think a family member responsible. But, sometimes violent acts are just committed by random strangers like me in need of a good hard cum.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bonfire Smorgasbord

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Next thing I know, my BFF and I are bound, gagged and tied to a stake. That moonshine  I guess was spiked. I thought is this a joke? Then the girls swarmed around us like bees on honey. They started calling us bitches and stupid cunts. One girl tried to claim I stole her boyfriend a few years ago. Really? A few years ago, not last week? Get  over it. My smart ass comments didn’t go over well with the Witches of Eastwick and I got slapped hard and an apple shoved in my mouth to shut me up. I still thought this was some sort of payback and would be over soon, but then they were dousing us in some buttery sweet smelling liquid. Did I smell pineapple? They appeared to be seasoning us. WTF? My friend looked scared; I was still in this is a joke mode. But, one of them said we were not only the guests of honor, but we were the main course.

They moved us over the bonfire. We were stacked on top of each other. The flames were so hot. We were literally melting. The main witch just kept turning us around and around and poking at our flesh. I could feel my skin frying, getting crispy. The pain was awful. We were like pigs at a luau. We would be dead soon. Dinner for the Witches of Eastwick. Have you ever smelled burnt hair? Burnt flesh? It’s nauseating. These crazed bitches were continuing to dance around the bonfire , watching us cook to death. Getting off on the smell of our flesh. We were helpless, powerless, almost cooked to death. That’s when I heard the evil ring leader sing, “Cassandra roasting over and open flame….” But this wasn’t a joke. I was dinner. I was nothing more than a side of beef.

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