Category: Torture phone sex

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violent phonesex maceyI am here waiting, wanting, needing to be abused. It’s been two days since my last party. I need meat sticks, and a bunch at one time. I am hungry for cum. I need you to throw me on the ground, drunk and not understanding what is even going on, and fuck me till I hurt. Where are you? Cum find me, party with me, and take every one of my sweet fuck holes that you want. Bring all your friends, we will make a party out of it. Bring alcohol, drugs of all kinds. Get me fucked up, and beat up every dripping wet spot I have. I need you to cum take your aggressions out on me with your cock. Please I need to be punished, and you and your friends are the only ones who can do it. We will make a night of fucking, skull fucking, and raw abuse that I crave so much, I even love you to forcefully take my ass. Bring me the pain, and the abuse, and you wont be sorry. I’m a cum slut, and I am waiting for you.

Teeth for Your Collection

You put me on the table, your tools by the side. I was naked and cold and had no idea what type of torture you had in mind for me today. You actually looked me up and down and I don’t think you knew either? I begged you to please kill me, and told you I would do anything to be taken out of my pathetic little whore existance. I told you I am worthless and don’t deserve to live. I begged you to take your scalpel to my throat and snuff me. You just whispered, “all in good time my sweet..”

You ran your hands over my body, almost lovingly. You touched my scarred and blood dried nipples like it was the first time you had seen them. Then you looked in my eyes, and it was the first time you had done it in so long that it sent shivers down my spine. Your eyes are ice blue, and they felt like daggers. I couldn’t look away and couldn’t figure out why you were staring. I didn’t know what else to do, and so I tried to smile at you. My cracked bloody lips seperated and I gave you a meek little smile and just said “please?”

You became furious, and grabbed a pair of pliers from the tool table. You grabbed me by my hair and told me to smile again. I shook my head no, and you slapped me so hard my vision faltered. You growled, “SMILE YOU LITTLE WHORE”, and so I pulled my lips apart and attempted a smile. As my vision cleared, I saw you staring at my teeth. I didn’t dare stop smiling, and you just kept staring. You said “these will be perfect for my collection”. My mind started racing – what would be perfect?? You took the pliers and grabbed one of my teeth and yanked it out of my head! Blood poured down my throat as you laughed like a maniac.

One after another you grabbed and yanked my teeth out, as I choked on my blood and spewed it all over your face. I finally passed out, and woke up in my cage. I ran my tongue inside my mouth and there was nothing there but bloody gums. You took all of my teeth. Now I am even more worthless and ugly and pathethic. Why won’t you just kill me. I don’t understand.

Blood Doctrine Part One

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I remember being pulled out of my room, I couldn’t see anything, it was so dark, I woke up to hands around my arms, I thought it was a dream, they were gentle, it was surreal. How was I supposed to know that in the darkness of my safe home five people were very gently taking me into their hands all at once, scooping me up and lifting me. I didn’t realize it until we descended the stairs and went to the driveway of my home. I don’t remember being scared, I was too tired, I thought it was some fucked up joke my dad and his friends were playing on me.
It wasn’t them though, when my eyes were fully open, I was sitting in the back of a dimly lit van, there were other girls in there, the ones that carried me, and a few boys, but I wasn’t use to seeing girls.
“We saw you,” one said, brushing my hair from my eyes, “through your window, yesterday night…”
One of the guys, much more firm in tone, unlike the girl’s airy voice said, “they just sorta knew you were our number six,” then he smiled at me, turning back to the face the front of the car after having backed up.
“Right… for what?” I asked, but one of the girls was already unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off of me slowly, stripping me.
I wasn’t resistant, being stripped was something I was use to, she seemed pleased by this, but I was not use to being reclothed, and when she draped a cloak, over my shoulders, I was shocked. The people in the back quickly did the same, stripping and pulling on cloaks.
I could see a house, we were pulling up to someone’s house, the lights were still on, two cars in the driveway. Where were they taking me?
“What’s your name?” A young blonde girl asked me as she slipped out of her panties.
“Kali, my name is Kali.”
“I’m Debby, you can call me Debs, everyone does.”
Then, one by one, the five strangers added names to each of their faces as they cloaked themselves.
We left the van, they were telling me I was going to join them, this was like an initiation, they all went through it at least once, and I would be stronger if I made it out of it fine.
If?
I decided not to question, and I realized there was a knife in the pocket of my cloak, and Adam, he was loading a gun.
When James came back around from the other side of the house, he had blood on his face, and his hands, “Someone was outside, you guys, but they left the back unlocked, we gotta do this quick, ok?”
I didn’t know what to do, I’d never hurt anyone, why were they doing this, who were they, what kind of group was this. My mind flooded with questions that seemed to come with no reply, so I stood there, stiff and awkward, my chest rising and falling a little more quickly as Sophia took my hand and lead me down the path to the back yard in which we would make our entrance into the house.
That’s when I saw the corpse, neck slit, stab wounds to the head, bubbled blood pouring past his lips.
I felt sick.
I felt…..
Nora leaned down, looking the man in the face, handing me her knife and whispering “hold on a second, a necklace slipping from her robe, I hadn’t noticed it until now, but it was decorated in human teeth, why could I only see them now? In the car I was so dazed, I thought they were shells.
But there she was, bending down and placing a foot on the corpse’s head, fingers firmly placed on one of his front teeth only to give a rough yank, enough to slip it from the bloody maw with a cruel snap. 
She looked pleased…
I, without much pride left, vomited in the bushes. 
Then they pulled me inside… 

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New Jewelry From My Master

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We all know how master is when it comes to me, his pet. The one he uses and the one he pleases. My master loves to have control over me and does NOT like it when other people men or women even look at me wrong. I was allowed to go with master to the store so that I could help him get all the things that we needed for the house. I was eager to get out and breathe some fresh air. Maybe do a little site seeing, just the places that master will take me. I am not allowed to venture out on my own yet. We were in the supermarket and I would say I was dressed appropriate, master even approved of my outfit. Wasn’t too short or too glamorous. We were getting something we needed off of isle 7. A mean looking man walked by, bumped my master and called me a slut. We just kind of blew it off, it was not much that we needed to get upset over.

 

But once we were done shopping and getting ready to check out the same man ended up behind us in the check out line. While I was helping master load the groceries up on the counter that man came up behind me and smacked me on the ass and started grabbing it. I just knew master was going to hurt him. I was trying to talk to master telling him its okay and not to do it in public. We checked out and headed to the car. Loading them into the backseat then hopped in the car. Once we were in the car I could tell how pissed with that man that master was. So I leaned over and started rubbing my master’s cock. Getting it nice and hard for me. I leaned down and took his head into my mouth. I heard master sigh like that was exactly what he needed. I sucked him really good. I took him deep into my throat making me gag on his cock. He fucked my mouth and shot his load down my throat.

 

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By then the same rude man was coming out the store and putting his groceries in his car. When he left we followed him. Followed him to his house. Sat outside and scooped him out. To see if he lived alone or what was up. We found out that he lived alone, so we went back home to take the things to the house. I unloaded and put up the groceries while master was in his room. He came back out with his black bag around the same time I finished up. We got back in the car and headed to that mans house. We knocked on the door and when he realized it was us, he was shocked and master pushed his way through the door. Knocked the man on the head and we drug him to an available chair and tied him up.

 

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When he woke up, he demanded to know what was going on. And master told him for his actions today there was to be a punishment. The next thing I knew master was grabbing tools out of his bag and just started puling the mans teeth out. You could probably hear him screaming from a mile away, but i guess it was a good thing he lived far out in the country. With each tooth master was telling him what he did wrong and that I was he pet, no one puts their hands on me unless he gives them permission. There was a lot of blood coming from his mouth. I swear master gets off giving people pain. That day I seen a man have all of his teeth pulled out, how much pain my master was able to inflict with not even putting his best effort and I got new jewelry that my master made all by himself.  I say all in all, a day full of shopping and torture, it ended pretty well. I don’t think that man will be bothering anymore ladies……. hehehe

 

 

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A Sadist in Sheep’s Clothing

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He slipped some sort of roofie in my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in his basement on his work out bench. He was standing over me with an evil smile. I saw on the wall a plethora of torture devices. Now I am rather accustomed to extreme bondage devices, but what I saw looked more like the tools of a serial killer. Knifes, saws, an ice pick, dental and surgical tools, a flame thrower, drills, hammers… All deadly and painful instruments. He grabbed a pair of pliers and held my nose tightly, forcing my mouth open and for no reason other than his sick pleasure, pulled one of my teeth out from the root. He was a true sadist. The pain was excruciating. I could taste the blood. He said, “Now you aren’t so pretty. All pretty women are whores.” I was crying and shaking. He got tired of hearing me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth which made me choke on my own blood.bloody phone sex sadistic torture

The next tool of pain he brought out was a scalpel.  He began making small cuts all over my torso like some Dr. Demento. He sliced my breasts up, made a trail of cuts down my stomach. He then dripped hot wax into my wounds. The wax slowed the bleeding, but the pain was awful. He laughed at my tears. What he pulled out next horrified me. He had a torch flame like welders use.  He told me there was nothing more intoxicating than the smell of burnt flesh and a whore’s tears. He fired it up and aimed it straight for my stomach. He didn’t leave it on long enough to set my whole body on fire, but he did take a layer or two of skin off my belly.  It hurt so much I lost consciousness.

I woke up in my car, back in my clothes. I thought maybe it was just some horrifying dream, but then I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I was missing a tooth. The bloody roots still hanging from where the tooth had been. The pain really hit me. I lifted up my shirt, revealing a charred stomach.  He had cauterized my wounds so I was not bleeding, but it was horrible looking, very raw,  and even worse smelling. I wanted to wretch. I searched for my keys, trying to figure out if I could even drive. I found a note in my purse that said “Tell anyone what happened Blair, and that pretty little face you love so much gets burned.”

There are sadists all around us. Men who take extreme pleasure in hurting and degrading women. You would think by now, I would be better at recognizing them. Are you a sadist in sheep’s clothing? DO you harbor dark desires like David?

 

Another bloody night

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When I woke up my hands were tied behind my back on cold cement floor and there was blood everywhere. I could hear another girl screaming from somewhere inside the room, but it was too dark to see her. I could hear him whipping her with his cat-of nine tails, that had broken glass and nails on it. The thought to attempt an escape crossed my mind, but the second I had that thought he was standing right in front of me.
He asked me if I wanted to meet our guest just before he pulled me by my hair over to her. Surprisingly he untied my wrists just before bringing me to my feet. There wasn’t a formal introduction, he just ordered me to lick her poor frightened little pussy while he continued to whip her back.

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Blood was running down her body, some reaching my mouth which had plenty of her blood in it already. She screamed, she cried, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. I could see his cock growing bigger and harder by the second. When I started to cry too, he slapped me hard across the face and demanded that I get back to work. I went back to licking her tiny clit and she started to shake violently. She ended up pissing herself shortly after, It was hard to throw up because a lot of got in my mouth. He just laughed and told me not to stop until she was unconscious.
Once she couldn’t scream anymore she wasn’t as much fun for him to play with so he turned his attention over to me. He bent me over a chair and jammed his stiff dick deep inside my tight asshole. It hurt so much I started to struggle, but he warned me if I didn’t stop that he’d grab his cat-of nine tails. Instead, because I decided to be such a good girl, he just ran his sharp nails over back as he pushed his evil cock inside me deeper and harder. The scratches were deep enough to draw blood and I could feel him licking it off the cuts on my back.
After tasting my blood he filled my sore ass with his cum. Then, before sending me to bed he had me lick up the mess our guest had made.

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Fattened Up for Thanksgiving

You have been feeding that bitch like  crazy, while us other  cum slaves just sit here and starve. I don’t know when the last time I had anything but your cum go down my throat. But this new girl…. you bring her plate after plate of food. It smells so good it makes my mouth water, and drool runs down my pathetic, wasting, body. You don’t pay any attention to the rest of us. Every day and night, black beans and rice and steak and pancakes with butter and syrup. And she eats it all up.

But she is locked up  just like we are. I don’t understand what the difference is. You obviously don’t care about her any more than you do the rest of us pathetic sluts. She finished her plate tonight and you came to collect it, and surprisingly dragged her out of her cage. She was  nice and plump with a big fat ass. You   told me to help you get her upstairs. I was bewildered, but I never disobey you, so I helped. We dragged her into the kitchen, and you told me it was time to “practice” for Thanksgiving!

Her face dropped as we all realized why she had been being fed – to fatten her up to be our Thanksgiving Dinner! You slap her across the face and tell her to “get her fat turkey ass into the pan”. There is a giant pan on the counter, filled with vegetables. You instruct  me to tie her up like a fucking bird, and help you get her in the oven. I can smell the hot oven, and as I tie her up, I know that she will be cooked and eaten. She goes into the oven screaming, but unable to get away. You drag me back to the basement and put me back in my cell.

I can smell her flesh cooking all the way down in the dungeon. The smell is pungent, but still makes me drool with hunger. I see the other slave sluts smelling it too, equally as starved. Hours later, I hear you coming down the stairs. To my surprise, you have a giant plate of food with you.  You open my cell, and present me the food. It is clearly her cooked flesh carved up just like turkey. My stomach churns, and I grab it and eat it hungrily. I know its wrong, but I am starving.  Then I realize that you didn’t bring any of it for any of the other slave sluts. You smile when you see it dawn on me that I am the next one to be fattened up. For the next month you’re going to feed me, and then….

Beat Me, Bleed Me, Torture Me, Today, Tomorrow, Forever…

bloody phone sex torture submissiveThis new Master I knew was unusual, not like the others.  I only saw him at night. He was pale. Skin was cold. He was sensitive to light. He was an amazing lover. Strong as an ox. Keen senses. Could heal my wounds he inflicted quickly and quite miraculously. He was extremely into blood play too. I should have known. I have seen enough horror films. But I had trouble rectifying reality from fantasy. That was until the night my Master made me his. Really made me his.

It was a dark and dreary night. I was tied to a wooden table spread eagle. Master had made over a 100 small but deep cuts on my body; on my worthless flesh. Blood was covering my body. Master was hard at the scent and sight of my blood. He would get off not so much on my pain like other masters, but on my blood. He would lick it off my body and never seemed to get enough of my sweet tasting crimson juice. If I got too weak from the bloodletting, he would cut his wrist and make me drink up. It somehow made me stronger, healed me.

This particular bloodletting, Master hit an artery on my neck by mistake. Blood was spurting out everywhere. I was choking on my own blood. I knew I was going to die. Then Master bit me, hard. I felt a chunk of my flesh separate from my neck. I began convulsing, twitching, dying. But then I awakened, almost like new. Master released me. I immediately looked at myself in the mirror, but I had no reflection. My skin was pale and cold. I was on sensory overload. I could hear bugs in the wall, birds outside, toilets flushing. And I was ravenous. So hungry. It scared me. I looked at Master and I knew. I just knew what he was, what I now was.

I have an unquenchable desire for blood now. I’m in need of accomplices to bring me something to feed on, preferably young and tender. In my new found state, I can be beaten unrecognizable, tortured, bled, mutilated, burned; anything brutal I can handle because I have the power to heal myself. So please, hurt me, destroy me, snuff me out.  I assure you I won’t stay dead long. I will heal myself for you to hurt, destroy and snuff out another day.

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Mr. Vamp.

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You ever wonder what it would be like to be a vampire and take me and have your way with me? Not only would you be licking sucking on my cunt and little nub, but you would be biting my neck and sucking my blood. Having that metallic taste in your mouth as I would kiss you and feel your fangs scraping against my tongue.

 

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You would be super strong so you could hold me told and make me take your big cock. You would not need restraints or drugs to keep me down. Oh how I would love for you to be able to make me do all those dirty things you have wanted me to do. Force me to suck your cock. Making me lick on your balls. Tell me to sit on your face and lick my little clit. I love feeling your fangs glide across my little nub. Riding your tongue begging you to make me cum. I feel you getting ready to blow your load in my mouth so I start humping your face faster and harder. I feel myself starting to cum. My body is shaking and I am screaming out… Then all of a sudden I feel you bite into my thigh, which only makes my orgasm peak.

 

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Hmmm, yeah, I wonder what it’d be like to have my very own personal Mr.Vamp. 🙂

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: Random Acts of Violence

knife play phone sex blood gothIt’s Halloween time. My favorite. Normally, I am not a knife wielding psychopath unless provoked. If I am gonna cut a bitch or stab a tool, they have usually deserved it. But something about Halloween brings out my inner Michael Myers.  You know, stone cold killer, no rhyme or reason to his victims. Last weekend, I was walking around my neighborhood and I just felt homicidal. Felt compelled to kill. To just kill for fun. So I started creeping around in backyards looking for blood to spill, flesh to tear.

Then I saw them, a family of four on their back porch carving pumpkins. They looked idyllic, almost like out of some Good Parenting magazine or something. That made me hate them. Made me want them snuffed out, even the little ones. I walked right up on their porch too. Showed them my knife collection and asked if I could help carve pumpkins. They looked a little taken a back, but still they invited me in. A strange woman, with knifes, trespassing in their back yard. Yeah they deserved to not live.knife play phone sex evil snuff

I played the game with them for awhile to give them a false sense of security, then the carnage and mayhem began. I tied them all up to chairs and put them face to face. Mommy son, daddy daughter. I like to watch the fear in their eyes. I like to see the “why us” look in their faces. Sometimes there is no why. Just opportunity. Like today. And maybe if they had been a bit smarter they could have lived.

I like to play games with my prey. I told Daddy if he wanted his sweet innocent offspring to survive he was gonna have to prove his love.  I told him to kiss her, a big romantic one too. And he did. He hesitated and got a knife in his thigh, but then he did. I told him I could spare her life if he fucked his baby girl. I told Mommy the same thing about her son. You would think they would do anything to spare their wee one’s lives. Guess love does have some bounds. Sad really. If my life depended on it, If the life of a loved one depended on it, I would saw off my arm.  And Mommy and Daddy won’t have sex with their offspring. Would you do anything I said if your loved one’s lives depended on it?

knife play phone sex evil killI snuffed them all out right there on their porch. Total blood bath. I went into a frenzy with my knives. Slaughtered the innocent lambs first so I could enjoy watching their parents cry and plead. I enjoyed telling them too that their blood was on their hands. They could have prevented the slaughter. My knives covered in blood, I let mommy and daddy have a taste. Sick, I know, but fun too. They didn’t really love their brats or they would have done whatever I asked without hesitation.  The pumpkins they were carving now covered in their blood too.

knife play phone sex bloody sadisticThe real fun was slaughtering mommy and daddy. Random senseless acts of violence make me feel good. A knife in an artery with a slow bleed out while looking into your partner’s eyes as you die, pretty darn entertaining. Oh the shit they say to each other. The confessions they make. Guess they wanna die with a clean conscious or some silly shit. But I sat there, watching them make  their dying confessions, profess their love yada yada yada. Blood spurting everywhere. Turned me on actually. Blood spraying me like that is an aphrodisiac. I need an accomplice. Someone I can trust. Be so much more fun to share both my random and not so random acts of violence with a partner who gets off on the blood, the violence, the torture too. Is that you?

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