It was one of those times that I wish my boyfriend would shut the fuck up and just keep driving. It seemed that trucker was right on our heels. After eating Alpo for breakfast for over a month and trying to put myself through college after mommy and daddy cut me off, I was now looking out of the window at the stalker from hell! I mean it started out fun on the university us playing the game of chance on the computer and then me flirting back. I had no idea he was going to get pissed off and try to ram us off the fucking road! I was yelling at my boyfriend to go faster but that fucker was so high he would not have known what I was saying! All I knew was that we would have to get out of there fast before he did us in!
Looking out the window as he rammed the car and pushed us in the ditch I knew I was done for.My boyfriend was stone cold high and I saw the trucker running towards the window and the glass shattering. I didn’t even have a chance to breathe as he pulled my hair and dragged me out onto the pavement. I knew this was the end or the beginning as he dragged me back to the truck and pulled me in. Locking the doors I noticed the other women in the truck and began to scream and fight! Punching me in the face I felt the dark enclose the light and awoke to the smell of sulfur and powder. Trying to stand up was impossible I seemed to be kneeling down in white powder and there was an ax from above that was lowered every time I tried to pull up on the chain around my neck. Hearing boot steps approach I was ordered to sniff that white powder and then the clouds of dust entered my brain making me hallucinate to what was about to happen. I felt the press of the knife against my skin cut my flesh and blood fell onto the white dust causing a scene of agony. Forced up right I glimpsed the ax from above fall harder and the blood fall from me. The trucker pulled down his pants and pushed my mouth open it was all I could not to gag at the look of it. There was blood all over the tip and shape of the shaft had been cut to impose hooks that fell from its depths. Pushing my legs apart and looking at his toothless grin I knew I was in for more than I had bargained for as I felt the blood ooze and my soul lift into the clouds. The quick snap of my neck would be too easy the worse would come days later…
Category: Torture phone sex
Another Day of Hell on the Road
Angie’s Snuff Porn Vids
So my mother and daughter duo proved to be more fun then I originally thought they would be. After several hours of having them watch each other be tortured I decided we were going to make a snuff porn for my snuff porn vids collection and guess who the stars of the show were about to be. Ahh yes fame was about to come for my new victims. Not the fame they wanted but fame none the less. They were already to weak to fight and watched wide eyed as I set up the video equipment for their debut into the wonderful world of porn. Sitting down to write a short script I untied them and we began filming. Bending that sweet young thing over I handed mama a steak knife and gave her the instructions to fuck her sweet girl’s ass and cunt. Watching her cry as her girls screamed in pain while being fucked was almost more then I could stand. But I regained control of my soaking wet cunt watching as the blood began to flow out of her and onto her mom’s hands. “Cut” I yelled, no pun intended. turning off the cameras I began to set up the next scene. The big wooden tub is water tight and can hold any fluid that may be released from a body during torture, whether it is piss or shit or blood or vomit, or if I am lucky a combination of all the above. Like a good director I had Mama get into the tub while that girl of hers stood beside it. She was beautiful covered in blood, her breathing so shallow I thought she would faint. Handing her the hammer and a piece of wire I turned the cameras back on. Directing her to beat her Mom she began. “Cut” I yelled once more. Walking over to her I pulled her head back with a painful yank that left a clump of hair in my hand. “Listen here bitch I want to hear the sound of bones breaking. If you don’t get this shit right you will regret it! Do you understand?” Turning the cameras on again and giving the command for action, she got it right. Watching the hammer fall over and over again and hearing the bones shatter had my cunt in over load. “Turn the hammer around and use the claw” I instructed. The tears streaming down her face she obeyed and I delighted as the flesh was torn from the now shattered bones of her mother’s body. She was no longer of any use to me so I demanded that her girl wrap the wire around her mama’s neck and began to tighten it. Wire has a way of cutting the flesh and severing the head in the most erotic and sadistic way. She stood there sobbing as she took the life of the woman that gave her life and the tub began to pool with blood. Finally it was my turn to have my way with this young thing. I walked in front of the camera and found my steel iron, placing it in the fire until it was red hot I began to cauterize ever wound on he body to stop the bleeding. I washed her trembling body clean before beginning her torture and ultimate death.
Withered Hole Layla
My pussy was so sore and bloody and I didn’t think that I could go on. Each crack addict and HIV carrier had to be in the room, but these bastards didn’t care as long as I paid off the debt of a coward. He had left me on loan to these assholes and I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I just wanted it to end fast, but I knew that was not to be. I was going to be fucked and hard and the guys in the room were going to take turns cutting me with the rusty blades. It was shocking to think that the end of my life would be at such a deathly hand. My husband had given my soul to these assholes and there was no way I was getting it back!
One of the gang members prepared the knife and I felt the tear of my skin and break in my flesh causing my head to bounce upward. I was pushed back down and a cock was entered into my pussy. I was numb to the entry way of hell that had become my life. I wanted death and although I felt my pussy being stretched again, and the sound of three men behind me thrusting into me. I knew that they would prolong my death because I had a debt to repay! My tits set on the nightstand in a bowl full of ice that these assholes had preserved as a trophy prize! They cut them off the first night I was here! The dingy bandages that were on my chest stuck to my skin from the dry blood and smelled like rotten flesh. I had begun to spit up large chunks of deep -rooted bloody phlegm and my shit was like water. I knew it would not be long now as I felt another cock in my ass and my eyes shut.
Killer Deal
It had been weeks since I had been put in this bloody hole. The trucker that had picked me up on the side of the road had hired other girls to enjoy and fuck me. My tiny cunt was now an over-sized mass of guts and blood and one that I did not recognize anymore. My asshole lay open and a shunt knife filled the opening. It was hard to see because of the beating my face had taken. I struggled to see him standing there and was trying to get the ties off my hands. Each time I tried, the wincing pain in my shoulder would start and I knew my shoulder was dislocated. Maggots hung on the bodies that were decomposing and much of the shit that lay on the outside of them I was forced to eat. Why had I decided to try to trick this man? I was here to study and yet the cocaine powder was too strong of an addiction to quit. My parents had warned me many times to stay away from stranger’s but, I didn’t listen. I had asked for this when I flirted with him and stole his wallet to pay for my habit.
He was making me pay for the lie of betrayal and flirtation. I knew for most of the night the razors that hit my skin would be for the punishment of what I had done to him. The noise of a leaky faucet near cleared my senses and I began to see the redness of blood that dripped from the corpse that lay above. My tits were sliced open and the light of darkness that held my fate cast its glow on my head. I knew I was going to die, but I would suffer more for what I had done. I felt the tinge of the hook against my pussy lips and my womb spread open by the tip of his cock. I had made a pact with death to deal with me but I knew it was not to be, After all, I was here to learn a lesson or so I thought….
Taboo phone sex with Ivy
I’m just gonna come right out with it. I love torturing people, especially other women. I love getting them hot and bothered and then threatening to do t terrible things to them if they don’t satisfy me. I usually end up doing them, anyway. So I was cruising down the boulevard on the way home from getting my nose candy when I saw this bitch standing on the corner, fighting with her man. I pulled over and asked if I could help.
She was a prostitute and she’d gotten mugged, and she needed 50 bucks or this pimp was going to make her sleep outside. There was a storm rolling in, so I told him to Fuck off, and I took her into my car. She thanked Me endlessly, telling me she was so thankful, didn’t know how to repay me, all that good shit. I laughed “just keep me company.” She started to cry when we got to my place and as you can imagine, there’s nothing that gets me hotter than a woman crying. My pussy was sopping wet thinking of the terrible things I could do to this bitch. I took her into the house and offered her a line which she gladly snorted like the dirty whore she was.
I made a quick call and took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom where I started licking her pussy. She whimpered and cried and begged for more, and she gladly obliged when I stuck my fat dildo in her cunt. She came so hard for me, her eyes closed, and screamed when she opened her eyes. My brother was standing over her wearing a clown mask and holding a machete. “Choke on this dick” he growled. She did as she was told and he came down her throat, tears pouring Down her face. I’d been preparing my dldo as they played, lacing it with poison tipped razor blades. See, thing is, the pimp I gave the money to, he was my brother. You don’t Fuck with my brother.
Pain Addict
Ever since i met you, I’ve found an addiction in what you do that I have never experienced before. Your abuse and mutilation and complete domination of my body is the only thing that gets my pussy wet. I am so sick of the pussies who whistle at me on the street. Of course they want to fuck me – but they don’t know how to inflict the pain I need to be a happy little pain slut. Thats why I have to visit you regularly and beg for you to give me what I need.
Your equipment overflows from every corner of your basement and you have a no limits policy – thats what I am all about. You never ask – you just take. Clamping my nipples until they fall off, spanking my ass so hard that I bite my tongue until it bleeds all over the table. You always take me right to the brink of what my body can handle, and then just a little further. You have a way of making me beg for my life that no one else has. Your hands are strong and cold and evil. Your voice growls commands and I do anything and everything you say.
My pussy aches for your attention, and you make sure my hands are kept away from it with bars and ropes so that I can;t pleasure myself. My pussy belongs to you. My whole worthless whore body belongs to you. Take it and beat me senseless while you feel your cock throb in your pants. Use my blood as the lube you need to finally penetrate me before you choke me out. You are my one and only Master and you are my sweet addiction.
Layla’s Death Wish
My Pussy was so raw and the blood dripped down from the beating this bastard had just given me. I don’t know how long I had been chained down here. But the one thing I did know was that while the bruises on my flesh were real I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to survive here. The gaping scars from the rope that inflicted my skin tore into my flesh and the warm blood was gushing of my pussy from the assault I just had taken.
One asshole had thrown acid on my back and used a knife to deepen the cuts. I thought piss and shit were the least of the worries in this hell hole but they came back with sponges and salt to rip away at the skin that was already open. One’s favorite game of torture was to put barb wire on my pussy and insert it forcing it so far up my breathing hole I could hardly breathe.
One of the little ones they brought for me to fuck used razor blades at my ass cutting the hole so deep and wide I could no longer shit any more. I tasted the blood from my mouth and one would kiss and spit on me. Saying “You like that you filthy little nigger whore don’t you?” I would cry and the snot would just build up on my cheeks as I felt the length of their cocks in my pussy stretching it wide while the rope was tightened around my neck. Using a garden hose, they would beat my head and legs letting the blood run onto the dirt floor. The little one would stand in the door with his dick in his hand stroking it and run towards me forcing it down my throat while the others stood in the back ground getting ready to piss on my open wounds. This I thought had to be the fun part as the rope would go further up my neck and my eyes bulged out and yet I did not have the strength to pull at the rope that was taken me to darkness.
Chainsaw Castration BandCamp with Venus
I’m not the girl next door type, unless of course you live next door to the Devil’s Rejects, then yes I am your crazy evil bitch next door. I’m what you would call a castration junkie. I love riding men of their junk, especially if its worthless or not used properly. I have said it before, there are a 100 ways to castrate a chap. Last week I shared my creation the Venus Penis Fly Trap, which not only takes balls clear off, but mangles cocks forever, rendering sexual predators powerless over their victims.
I have another fun way to get rid of useless appendages: chainsaw castration. In fact, every year I conduct a Chainsaw Castration Bandcamp, where I teach other women the art of castration by chainsaw. Puts a sadistic twist on the “This one time at band camp” line. You would be surprised how many women pay good money to learn this art form. So men, if the woman in your life is fond of flannel and Leatherface is her idol, use your junk for good, not evil, because likely she is a graduate of my Chainsaw Castration Bandcamp and is just looking for any reason to take your manhood literally.
I just schooled two new disgruntled housewives this week. Perhaps maybe even your wife? If you are unable to satisfy your wife sexually, and make no attempts to rectify that; maybe even make her think it’s her fault that you can’t get it up, then I would encourage chainsaw castration. If you like little boys and girls, and can’t control your proclivities, especially with your own offspring, then I would encourage chainsaw castration. If you can only get off forcing yourself on a woman, even your wife, then I would encourage chainsaw castration. Oh, and if you are cruel to animals, then you are not a man, but some pansy ass coward who can’t pick a fair fight, therefore forfeiting your right to anything manly especially your pecker. In that case, I will personally use my own chainsaw, castrate the very thing you do not deserve, and feed it to the victim of your little man syndrome.
My latest recruits showed so much enthusiasm and natural ability, that I have made them my chainsaw castration accomplices. Last week they each rid a man of his cumbersome genitalia. One was a dirty bird prone to spontaneous public masturbation on playgrounds. The other and ex boyfriend of mine with a broke down dick whom I discovered was running his mouth about how I couldn’t get his whiskey dick hard. You see, sometimes men pay me to castrate them because they are too weak to do what they know needs to be done. This was the case with the playground masturbator. Sometimes wives pay me to do the work too unseemly for a suburban wife. And, sometimes I just need to teach an asshat some respect for women. This was the case with my worthless tiny dick loser of an ex. So, it was time to not just empower a few women to be castration junkies, but recruit a couple to help me with all the worthless peckers out there that need chopped off. A castration junkie’s work is never done.
Cannibalism Phone Sex with Kali
I had a pregnant friend. Her name was Stephanie. She had long silver hair and she was married to a guy named Jonathan. They’d been trying for years and years to have a little rugrat of their own. And when she did, gosh we were so excited! We went out to the mall and got our shop on. We bought the little angel some toys and some gender neutral clothes. We talked to the glob of cells like it was already human. We were laughing on our way to the car, and when we got in, something felt odd. Suddenly there was a voice from the backseat. “You will go where I say” it growled “or I will put a bullet in your head so fast God won’t know what hit ya” Steph nodded from the driver’s seat. He had a gun and was pointing it back and forth between the two of us. I pissed myself. He made her drive to a seemingly normal house and pull into the driveway. He got out of the car. “No screaming. No funny business. Walk to the front door. Walk in. Don’t say a word” We did as we were told and we entered the house. It smelled like cat piss and rotten meat and was decorated with very realistic looking skulls. He led us to a filthy garage. “Lie over that workbench, on your back” he told Steph. She did as he told her, without hesitation. The fear in her eyes was so awful that I threw up, and the man laughed “This is just beginning, little darlin” he handed me a hammer and a nail. “You take her hand. Drive it into that bench” He held the gun to my chest and I started to cry. “She’s my best friend” He cocked the hammer of the pistol and lifted it to my chin. “I’ll drive the first one, you drive the second” He gingerly placed the gun down, hammer still cocked, and gently placed the nail in the center of Steph’s hand. He swung up a big hammer and drove the nail all the way through her hand and onto the board in one swift motion. She screamed and he slapped her across the face. He handed me the big hammer and another nail. “Your turn” I mouthed “sorry” to her as I drove the huge nail into her palm. I was not as strong as the man, and it took me 3 swings. He took the hammer from me “nice job” He took a dirty, rusty chisel and sharpened it against a stone. He pulled her shirt up and handed me the tool. “Cut it out” he commanded. Steph screamed, a deathly, animal, gutteral scream, and started begging him. “Anything. Take my house, all my money, my cars. You can have everything, just don’t take my…” he slapped her hard across the jaw. “Fuck you.” He looked at me. “Do it. Now. I’ll start it for you” He took the edge of the chisel and jammed it into her pubic bone. Steph, thankfully, passed out, whether of pain or shock I’m not sure. Blood started gushing out of her and he handed me the bloodied handle. “Now. Take it out” I started taking the chisel out and he slapped my face. “Not that, dumbshit. I have a cannibalism phone sex fetish I want to play out” Take. It. Out” I started to stammer “She’s…I…they’ve been trying to…” “Look sweetcheeks. I don’t have time for this. I”ve gotta work in an hour. You cut that monster out or I will slaughter both of you”
And I did. I sliced my friend’s womb open and took the wriggling, beating little monster out of it. I handed it to the man; I remember how filthy his hands were, with grease and blood and who knows what else, He made me slice her throat and stay until she bled out, and then he sent me on my way. I was numb for about two weeks, and I finally managed to find the energy to go out to eat. Fuck it, I just lost my best friend, why not my money, too? I made a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. I got there and a waiter came up after I’d been seated. “We’ve been waiting for you. The chef has a special meal for you. It’s on the house, madame” The chef came out. It was the man from the mall. He handed me a plate.
“steak tartare for the lady.”
He winked at me.
It didn’t taste like steak.
Blood Lust
I’ve waited here all day, just like you asked me to. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off my tight, wet pussy, anticipating our time together tonight. You finally let me in your bedroom. You finally trusted me enough to allow me to roam the house while you are gone. I won’t let you down. My whole body aches for the abuse you give me with those strong hands of yours. I grabbed knives from the kitchen and put them on the bedside table. Anything to please you, Sir.
I hear you come in downstairs and make your way up to your room. I am waiting, my soft skin splayed out for you, the only marks are the previous scars you have left. the ones that show me how much you need me. You walk up to me and see the knives out of the corner of your eye. You whisper, “Good girl…” and reach for one. I hold your stare, something I know I am forbidden to do, but I can’t help myself. You take the blade and place it below my nipple. The point indents my tiny breast, and as you press harder, the blood starts to flow. The pain races through me, but I don;t move or scream.
You cut deeper, and I see your cock rising inside of your pants. If only I could have that cock. All the blood I have given you and you still keep it from my tight virgin pussy. The knife goes deeper, and I have to catch my breath. You begin to undo your pants with your other hand, and let your huge cock come out of your pants. You bring it close to my face, and let me feel the smooth hard sides with my cheek. I want to reach my tongue out, but I know you would turn on me and probably cut my tongue right off. Your temper is as predictable as your blood lust.
The blade goes all the way thru my breast, and you look away from my eyes – down at the blood. I’ve lost my chance once again. My chance at that gorgeous cock. All you want is my blood, and as you reach down and run your hand through the bright red liquid pumping from my chest, you cum so hard that it hits my legs. Watching you in such pleasure while I am in so much pain is what I want. And I know thats all you want too. I am just a pathetic little pain slut, and I will never be worthy of that sword you keep to yourself.