I’ve got a little too much anger built up and I think it’s about fucking time to take it out on the most deserving pathetic victims. And I’ve got something in mind for sure. I’ve got this particular hate for those entitled drunk assholes. Always going out, never taking responsibilities. That’s why I’ve already kidnapped that oh so annoying and completely wasted couple I found wandering around downtown last night. They were so drunk they got right into my car thinking I was a taxi! This is why I won’t allow these pitiful fuckers to see another drunken day again. When they woke up it wasn’t so pleasant. I had my electric saw on and that hangover made them cringe and jerk. They are really going to be freaking out once they lose some limbs. My little mementos! They do as they always do – beg and cry and question me on why I am doing this – disgusting. But I absolutely lost it on that slutty skank when she touched me with her bloody, dirty hands. I started beating her face left and right blood was everywhere. It was turning me on; I put my pussy right over her face and started pissing in her mouth forcing her to swallow it. She was crying and choking on my piss, struggling to get away but who’s the true bad bitch here? Me, of course. That’s why when she began to talk shit like she was actually something I wrapped my hands around her dirty, bloody, piss covered neck and started showing her who was the fucking boss. And just before she left this world I stopped and she choked on air, so scared for her life. I’m not done with her yet and I haven’t even barely gotten started on her dumbass bitch of a boyfriend. It’s time to pick a torture because once I’m done playing it’s bye bye forever you little twits.
Category: Torture phone sex
Worth the Pain
Pain can be such a release for a little fuck slut like me. I’ve been outcast all my life for being different and too thin and being too withdrawn. I was an easy victim for my latest Master. He has tortured me for months with needles and pain and humilation. Yet, once in awhile there was something almost kind about him. The way he would say my name at times, rather than just calling me a little cum dumpster. He would say it with a smooth silky tone, and let it roll off his tongue. And I noticed as much pain as he inflicted on me, he suffered his own pain. His cock stayed limp.
If he caught me looking, he made me pay dearly for it. He would stick needles through my clit and nipples and bruise me so badly that I felt it for weeks. Yet, he didn’t hide his flaccid cock. He had me so mind-fucked that for some reason I wanted to help him. I wondered if pain could help heal his mind the way it heals mine. Its a need, an addiction. Its the only thing that gets my cunt wet. So maybe, just maybe… I could try to turn the tables. Just once. I lay on my cot at night dreaming of what it would be like to inflict pain on him.
One night, ashe was arranging his tools to torture my little body on his table, I reached out and gently stroked his cock. He grabbed my arm so hard that I thought he broke it. He let go and then slapped me so hard I saw stars. But I persisted and reached out again and touched his flaccid cock. He raised his hand to strike me again, but caught my gaze and stopped. I took my chance and grabbed a clamp off the tool table. He watched my every move, but he didn’t say a word. I reached the clamp up to his cock and slowly opened it up.
I took the clamp and placed it on the skin right below the head of his soft penis. He inhaled like it was the first time he had felt anything. He grabbed my tiny breast as if to hold on to something. I took a needle from the table and inserted it through the head of his cock. He turned his head away, as if he couldn’t watch. I inserted another needle and added another clamp. I couldn’t believe my eyes – his cock actually started to grow! It was working… his cock needed the pain. No sooner did I think this before he turned his head back andlooked at me – furious – he reached down and yanked the clamps off and the needles out. His cock went down immediately.
He proceeded to torture my body for hours that night, never letting up with the clamps and needles and making me bleed from every hole I have. He was relentless. I had crossed the line… but I knew his weakness… and it was worth it. I knew one day I would try again.
Please no more!
Please mister, Please I promise I wont tell anyone where I was. PLEASE LET ME GO! .
No matter how many times I begged him he wouldn’t stop hitting me. He wouldn’t stop. I begged and pleaded. I offered him money. He never said a word. He grunted, and moaned but never said one word to me. He never asked me my name, where I was from. He just hit me. He spanked my ass until it bleed. He fucked my mouth until I vomited all over him.
I tried to bite him when ever he touched my mouth, or my face.
I would scream and cry.
He got tired of hearing me talk.
He put this thing in my mouth that held it open.
I drooled all over myself.
If I cried he smack me.
He hit me so hard I could hear my teeth cracking against the metal in my mouth.
There was a hole in this thing big enough for his cock to fit in. I couldn’t bite down on him any more. I could close my mouth against him. He just fucked it. After a while I just went numb. I stopped crying. I stopped fighting. That is when he tied me up.
He put a bar between my ankles so my legs stayed apart.
Then he pulled my arms up and behind me if I tried to bed my knees it felt like I was going to break my shoulders.
That is when he got his thin stick.
He beat me until I started to cry again.
I had that fucking thing in my mouth, my hands tied behind my back and my legs forced open.
I was drooling, and crying so hard that I had snot bubbles coming out of my nose and going into my mouth.
I screamed and cried.
He kept hitting me, harder and harder.
I could no longer take this abuse and pain. I tried to fall to my knees.
I was such and idiot. I dislocated both of my shoulders and passed out from the pain. I had no idea where I was when I woke up. I was scared and unable to talk, unable to move.
That is when my mother walked into the room, I realized then and only then I was finally free from that man..
Or so I had hoped I was.
Cooking With Ivy
Dr. Walter Jones is a idol of mine. In 1900’s he experimented with boiling hot water. He believed it would cure illness, which of-coarse it did not. It did however expose him to a whole new world. He conducted these experiments for years, with no result of it healing any kind of illness. I believe he did it to amuse himself. I think he watched his precious patients as they shrieked in pain. I idolize his work with the boiling water. It turns me on to thing of some whore having boiling hot water poured on her clit makes me so fucking lustful I have to rub my pussy.
Like Dr Jones, I too conducted some experiments of my own. Pouring hot water on this whore I caught looking at my mate. She had beautiful skin. So soft, and white. She looked at my mate with her come fuck me eyes. So I set up for her to meet up with him at my house. I was all alone, and doing research on the good Dr’s experiments. I also had all four of the burners on my stove going with boiling hot water.
When she knocked on the door I showed her in, She was in a skin tight red dress that made her skin flawless. As she walked through the door she turned her back on me. That is all she remembers. Now that she is tied up and waking up I can’t help myself.. I start to hit her with my riding crop, hitting her hard enough to make little cuts in her skin so the boiling hot water gets in them and burns her even more. I grab the pots of water, and I start at her perfect titties that I’m sure she paid shit ton of money for.. I can’t even explain to you how mind blowing it was to watch her skin puff up with burns and blisters. She passed out from the pain which is a no no. So I took the hose and sprayed her full blast on her clit and face until she woke up with from pain or pleasure.
I loved watching her skin boil off.. I sat myself on her face and made her eat my pussy until I came all over her perfect face. Well I guess it’s not so perfect now..
Cum Shot or Gun Shot
I was home alone and thought I heard my back door open. My heart started to race and I turned off the TV. I listened closely but couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding. I got up off the couch and made my way towards the back of the house. I was naked, and stopped to think maybe I should put some clothes on, but I was too afraid to take the time to do that.
I picked up a wine bottle I had sitting in my kitchen and continued towards the back door. I got one more step before they jumped me. It was two men, one with a gun, and they threw me to the floor. I screamed but I knew no one would hear me. My house sits on an empty road. They seemed to know it too and my screaming seemed to make their cocks hard. I was terrified and begged them not to hurt me. I told them I would do anything they wanted. The man with the gun pinned me down on my back and spread my legs.
He placed the hard tip of the gun right up against my clit and told me he would blow my clit off if I told anyone about tonight. I promised I wouldn’t, and begged him not to shoot my pussy. He kept the gun where it was and stuck his hard cock inside me. He was pounding my cunt so hard I was afraid the gun would go off. Thats when the other guy joined in, grabbing my tits so hard I knew I would be bruised. Finally he took the gun off my clit, but they kept it pointed at me, trading it back and forth as they both fucked all of my holes.
Staring down that gun whle two huge cocks pounded my pussy and ass scared the shit out of me, but at the same time made me feel so sexy and I came even though I tried not to. They laughed their asses off at my orgasms and right before they both came they put the gun to side of my head. They made me beg for them to shoot me with their cum instead of the pistol, and I did. I begged them – “Please… please… shoot me in my face with your cum…” They covered me in their hot juices and dropped me back to the floor. They stepped over me and left out the back door.
I laid there for awhile trying to get my mind around what just happened. Then I got up, hair and face soaked in cum, but alive. I went to the back door and reached for the lock to lock it. But something inside my pussy throbbed, and I pulled my hand away. I decided I would leave my back door unlocked from now on… the doubleshot I took to the face hadn’t been all bad.
Your lusty little secret!
I am here for the taking, look I am all alone just waiting for you and your friends. Bring as many as you like to play, the more the merrier. My pussy needs a good pounding by a few big cocks at one time. God I am getting wet just thinking about you, and how you can hold me down and take whatever hole you want. Take my body over, fuck me hard, and don’t be nice about it. Rape me, I like it that way.
Bring your friends for a gang bang, so each one of you can have a turn abusing each of my fuck holes. I am cumming just thinking about you and your friends, holding me down and punching me. Tie me up, hit me, fuck every hole I have to offer you. Hurt me in the way that makes me cum for you.
Look and see how bad I need your friends and you to abuse me. Take me in every way you can, torture me, because the more pain I get the harder I will cum for you. My cunt is soaking wet, dripping down my legs just knowing that I will have cocks surrounding me. Taking anything and everything from me that they want. I even have a new play toy for you and your friends to torture my cunt with. I am laying on the table in this abandon warehouse all strapped and ready to get fucked, beat tortured, and rapped by all.
Hunger Games with Ivy and Taylor
Its that time of year – time for a new apprentice for you. I remember all the fucking sicko’s you let play with us in your dungeon in the past. Perverted sadistic old men who like to mutilate all of your slut whore slaves. I remember last year you had the pyromaniac guy. I still have the burn marks and brandings he inflicted as he jerked his cum all over me. You said I would get tomeet the new apprentice tonight. I knew that meant some new version of pain – you loved watching me be tortured by someone else.
I heard you coming down the stairs. And another set of footsteps. What hell would it be this time? Some sick ugly fuck that wants to bite my nipples off and chew them like gum? Some fat old perv who wants to circumsize my clitoris? Then I saw… HER. It was a fucking girl. Well, sort of. She looked like the devil but a female one. He introduced her as Ivy… She made some sort of sound, almost more of a growl than a moan. Then she smiled, and even in the darkness I thought I saw blood on her teeth. Her eyes glowed even though there was no direct light that would cause them to.
She looked at me like a starving person would look at a meal. Ivy’s gaze gave me the chills in a way that none of the men ever had. I felt my pussy start to throb despite my fear. She was barely any bigger than I am, so what the hell was wrong with me? I felt like she had cast a spell on me, and my head began to pound. I crawled over to her feet and looked up. She reached down with her sharp nails and grabbed my face. She threw me towards the table and told me to get on it and lay back.
I always do as I am told, and this bitch had some sort of power over me. My pussy was still throbbing, there was something about Ivy that screamed sex and although I knew somehow she was going to hurt me, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her and I wanted my blood to be on her teeth. I stretched my body out, trying to tempt her, showing her I secretly wanted it, and she began running her nails across my bare nipples. I pulled my hair back, exposing my neck, and I saw her hunger flash in her eyes. She leaned over me, put her fingers up my cunt, and I came as the bitch placed her sharp teeth against my throat. I closed my eyes and took in her scent as I became dizzy from her feeding. Then my world went black…
Cyber Stalking Our Victims
Did you know we offer cyber text sessions? Same rate as our phone calls, and just as discreet. Some times when you are my accomplice, texting is easier and less noticeable when stalking. Like when you spot the bitch that made my life hell in school and you stalk her for me. We can cyber text back and forth as you follow the worthless whore at the mall. We can exchange ways to hurt her, plot ways to get rid of her body. And the best part, you can send me pictures of what you have done to her. I want to see her bound and gagged for me. I want to see the fear in her eyes. I want to see tears in her cheeks. I may even want to see her corpse to masturbate too,
Then once you have the bitch in the trunk of your car, we can text where to meet. Devise an elaborate plan for revenge. I will want your help, your input on how to snuff her. I get off on the bloody, graphic details of mutilation and torture. I know you do too.
Before long we are sexting because revenge, killing, torture turns us both on. I get wet thinking of that bitch suffering in pain, crying, begging for mercy. You get hard helping me kill the bitch I hate most in this world. We can have so much deviant fun texting back and forth. I am wet now with anticipation of stalking our next victim via cyber text sessions. Let’s cyber stalk and kill together.
He Only Had One Condition
She is his fucking whore. A cheap little slut that knows her sole purpose in life is to be abused at his hand. He has her trained well. When he found out how much I love to torture and fuck up bitches he made me a deal I couldn’t refuse. I could have her for the night to do with as I wanted. I could hurt her as badly as I wanted. He just wanted her alive when it was over and he wanted to be able to watch the whole thing. He promised he wouldn’t interfere in any way. He was to tired after a long weeks work to do it himself but he needed the pleasure of her pain. He needed the stress relief he derived from her suffering. Of course my cunt was delighted with the idea. I spent the day rigging up my torture device. Her legs will be bound to the floor spread eagle, her wrists to the ceiling also spread wide. I will bind her tits until they are purple and blue. But the Pièce de résistance will be the sharp metal cord that will be firmly attached to the ceiling behind her and run down her back, between her ass and pussy lips and back up to the wench wheel in the ceiling in front of her. Attached to the end will be a weight which I will add to slowly with her watching as the torture goes on. With each added weight the steel cord will pull deeper into her ass crack and pussy. Eventually the metal cord will cut her skin. If it was up to me I would split her ass all the way up the middle from ass hole to nose and watch it slowly slice her in half. But I promised I wouldn’t kill her so it won’t go that far. Poor Cassandra when I am done with her she will have earned what she believes to be her worthless purpose here on earth, To be tortured while her man enjoys it. He won’t have to do anything but sit back and cum and I will gladly cum while administering the pain for our pleasure.
There Is An Art To Strangulation Phone Sex
Being a visual person when it comes to torturing and snuffing my victims, I have never been one to enjoy the art of strangulation…..until recently that is. I don’t receive the same pleasure that I do when I can see, touch and taste blood, however I have discovered a fine art to strangulation that I find very satisfying. I am finding that the ways to administer this particular brand of torture are infinite. There are ways to tie my victim up so that each time he/she struggles or moves they cause their own strangulation. Very satisfying to watch the fear build and to watch them try to not move despite the pain that I am administering. I also have figured out how to use my rack to slowly increase the pressure of a rope around the neck over a drawn out period while the torture continues and the airway is closed slowly and meticulously. I am finding the most delight however in wrapping a strap around the neck and looking into the eyes of my victim as I tighten it, cutting off the airway. The way the face turns red and the eyes begin to bulge out of the skull is particularly satisfying to me. the best part is I can release that pressure at just the right moment before they loose consciousness and let them gasp for life giving air, continuing to torture until I feel the need to administer the pressure again, draining the life from them and relishing in the discoloration of their face and the way it contorts, Over and over again, for hours I can enjoy this method of snuffing a bitch. Hell I can even keep her for days like this. Yes strangulation phone sex has become very satisfying and the more I experiment and play with it, the more I like it.