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Snuff Phone Sex: Kill it with Fire

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“‘[W]hen all else fails, kill it with fire.”

–Larry Correia

I was visiting a few friends in California when one of the massive fires broke out.  Instead of cowering and worrying, we descended on the city like dark angels…almost like sisters of the flames.  It was the most gorgeous sights that I had ever seen.  Our first adventure was together.  We chose one of the houses on the lower side of town where the lower class lived.  It was easy to spot our perfect target: it was a man in his 30s yelling at his little daughter (we assumed).  The mother figure was angrily pulling clothes off the line, talking to herself and most likely complaining about her male companion.

The went inside the house and chaos erupted; yep, this was our natural selection of sorts.  No one would think anything about them screaming, and no one would probably even miss them.  We entered like angels from purgatory; we didn’t destroy the house because it already was in ruins.  But, we did enjoy stabbing the grown-ups to their chairs; then, we bound them.  We grabbed up the young ones; I can still remember the little girl’s face.  Her eyes seemed to say that she had been waiting on me and wondered why I had taken so long.  One of my friends took particular interest in the mother, whose belly sliced open like a nice, ripe melon.  She didn’t have much time before the woman bled out; but, she was able to verbally and physically humiliate the woman.

Another friend and I wanted to pair the little girl and the male.  There were other brats running around, but they were being taken care of; some were being beaten like dirty little objects, and others were being sexually assaulted like little whores.  But, the girl…her name was Jasmine.  He reached her little hand up toward my belt where my knife was.  She waited for me to react; I handed it to her; she took it in her hands and straddled her bound father.  She leaned down and whispered something in his ear.  Then, without any hesitation, she stabbed him in the throat.  She watched him gurgle his last breaths.  I admired her; but, before I could do anything, my nearest accomplice scooped Jasmine up and slit her throat.  I was a little sad, thinking my friend could have at least played with her a little more.  She deserved that much.  But, we set the house on fire and moved to the next one.

Pain Sluts Get Snuffed Too…

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Pain sluts can be… difficult.  Since they love pain and torture so much it’s hard to put fear in them. Trina is a prime example. I met her a while back and she told me how much she loves pain. I put her on my to torture list. I had to find some way to make her shiver and fear what I would do to her. After much brainstorming, I figured who could scare the shit out of someone none other than my goons. They specialize in kidnapping and torture, mostly gangsters who haven’t paid them or are dishonest but every now and again I call them up for a female treat. One they can tie up, fuck, and snuff when we are done with them. Trina wouldn’t see this coming. After all they are suited in all black with ski masks. If I wasn’t such a psycho bitch I think I’d be scared shitless too.

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They grabbed her in the middle of the night. Reported back to me with the location of where she was. I told them to strip her naked and wait for me to come. When I got there, my mission was accomplish. Trina was terrified. My goons told me she pee’d her pants. She was laying there tied up ready to be fucked and snuffed. I told them to do what they pleased while I watched. 10 guys some Black, some Spanish, forcing their huge cocks up her pussy, ass and mouth. I tied her tits up just for the hell of it and latched some nipple clamps on her. After her holes were nice and sore I told them to stop and I proceeded with my torture session.  I poured hot wax all over her body to make her scream and clothespins for every cock she’s ever sucked or fucked. Hours of torture passed and my goons were still horny. Guess they love this little pain slut. Her holes were tight and her titties were big. I left her there and let my goons finish her off.

Another victim crossed off my to torture list.

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Stalking My Snuff Phone Sex Victims

snuff phone sex jadeSomething I learned a long time ago in the art of stalking is, if I dress like my victim they won’t suspect a thing. So when I go out on my adventure I make sure to dress sluttish. Short skirt, high heels, heavy makeup and don’t forget the phony attitude as well. Stupid bitches don’t see me coming. They embrace me, after all they think I am like them. Only here to have a few drinks and have a good time. Little do they know I will lure them into my trap and by the end of the night they won’t be anything but a pile of blood on the floor. See when I trap them I don’t show the real side of me, not just yet. I continue to give that phony attitude and talk to them in a sluttish manner. I whisper very vanilla thoughts into their ear. How I’m going to eat their pussy and fondle their tits. They believe that’s the only thing that will happen. They start to cry and beg. Fuckin cunts. I haven’t even gotten to the good part! After and only after they start to cry and beg will I unleash the beast. Calling the bitch names and telling her after I fondle her tits I’m going to dismember those worthless titties and put them on a shelf as a souvenir. And that’s only the beginning.  Oh Trust me, I have more evil plans in mind for these ratchet whores.

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Hogtied and Whipped

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The last thing I remember was being at the Mall with my girlfriends. We were shopping on our daddy’s credit cards, looking all cute and sexy. Then I woke up hog tied in some basement with a ball gag in my mouth. There was a man in a business suit staring at me. He didn’t look like the BDSM type, but here I was tied to some pole in a basement naked and hog tied. He never spoke to me. He walked over to a big wardrobe, opened it and revealed a huge variety of ropes, chains, collars and whips. I thought was this guy trying to be Christian Gray? He took out a riding crop and rubbed it on my tits that were tied so tight they stuck out like torpedoes. He then started whipping them hard. So hard he drew blood. All I could do was whimper and grimace as that ball gag was so tight in my mouth.

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He decided he wanted to whip my ass too but I was  tied to a wood pole. So he brought me down and put me in a hogtie position with all four of my limbs tied together behind my back.  My legs were spread as they curled up over my head in an extremely painful position. He also used rope on my ass for Kinbaku, which means he tied my ass up using simple yet intricate patterns, with several pieces of thin rope. My ass looked like a tic tac toe board. But this left my pussy exposed which he enjoyed. He shoved a baseball bat up my cunt. He left in there while he started whipping me with a cat of nine tails. I could feel my flesh opening up and blood trickling out of me. The ropes were so tight. I was crying and whimpering but he just kept whipping me more. I had never been in such a tight awkward position. I had no idea why I was here or what  I had done to deserve this.

After hours of whipping me with that torturous whip, he moved me back to the poll. He yanked the baseball bat out of my pussy first. He dragged me by my hair, shoved me down on my knees and tied me to the pole. This time he removed the ball gag and shoved his dick down my throat  and began skull fucking me before I could even scream. Because I was tied up I couldn’t struggle. But to be honest I felt relived. At least he wasn’t whipping me. He came down the back of my throat and as soon as his cock left my mouth, he shoved the ball gag back in and slapped me against the face. Then he spoke to me for the first time. He asked me if I knew what I had done to deserve this treatment. I shook my head because I honestly did not. I had never seen him before. He gave me a glassy cold stare, smacked my face again and said, “Because you were born.” He then tied the ropes tighter and hung me upside down, put the baseball bat in my ass this time and left the building. I was hogtied, bleeding, suspended upside down with a bat in my ass, crying, wondering if he would ever return…..

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Slave Monetta & Mistress Venus

Okay, so maybe rebelling the last couple weeks was not the right thing to do. My master decided it was a good time to send me to be taught a lesson. The learn my place. He said he had the right sadistic bitch in mind. That even though she would want to kill me at the end of the session, I’d have to learn behave and do as I am told.

Venus, my mistress for my training, is one sadistic bitch. She is crazy, she loves to hurt people and she’s mean and nasty. She scares me, almost more then my master does.

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She tied me up and put clamps on my nipples. She spanked me until it felt like my ass was bleeding. It hurt so bad, I couldn’t stop crying. Each time she spanked me she told me how much of scum and a piece of trash I am. Poured hot wax all over my tits and cunt.

She said I wasn’t crying enough, that I didn’t look like I was in enough pain. She shoved a big fat dildo up my cunt and a vibrator in my ass. Told me every time I cried out or moved she was going to cut me with her knife.

It hurt and kind of felt good at the same time. I couldn’t not make any sounds or movements. My ass hurt and my cunt was swollen. The vibrations driving me crazy and pulling me towards an orgasm. I just wanted to grind on the big cock deep inside me. I couldn’t help it. I had to let it out.

Each moan I made she’d cut me on my legs or tits. Not too deep just enough to make me bleed. She seemed like she had an orgasm the moment she seen my blood and heard my cries. I was tortured for most of the night. But at the end she made me lick her pussy until I she came all over my face.

Told me she wouldn’t kill me since my master said not to and she still wanted to play with me some more. I have to make sure I am a good girl and my master never sends me back to her again.

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Snuff Phone Sex with The Devil Herself, Ivy

snuff phone sexI brought us a little blonde treat to play with. She doesn’t know how devious I am and she definitely doesn’t know there will be dick in the mix. I honestly love lesbians. They know how to lick the right spot but more than that I love the way their eyes light up in fear of cock. I will signal you to come in as she is working her tongue on my clit. As I bring her up to taste my juices, I tell her I have a surprise. As she turns around she sees you with rope in your hand and turns back to me to see the sly grin on my face. I tell her there’s no need to fight, just going to make it worse on yourself. But of course she doesn’t listen and I have to smack her down. I hold her legs while you tie her hands together, and then help you spread her legs apart before tying them down. What a beautiful sight that is. We can have as much evil and wicked fun with this bitch as we please. Let’s see if she’s a good fuck daddy? I bet her lesbian pussy is so tight, it may just squeeze your cock. Better to rip apart though right? We will be destroying all her holes for that matter. Especially that potty mouth. She has been calling me all kinds of wicked names. Crazy Bitch, Evil Cunt, The Devil herself…. I like them all. Let’s get to work daddy my precious time is wasting away every second she is alive!

Castration Phone Sex

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Never tell a sadistic, twisted, evil, blood loving cunt like me you dream about castration unless you want your dreams to cum true. That is just what he did. He said the words that made my pussy over flow and my heart beat faster. As soon as the words crossed his lips my nipples hardened and I knew my night would be complete making his dreams cum true. He had no clue, he thought we would role play….stupid men with their hard cocks and delusional minds. I took him to the kitchen and tied him to my heavy wooden table. Cutting his clothes from his body his cock sprang to attention when my cold blade touched his balls. Moaning he thanked me for role playing his fantasy with him. Smiling down at him I leaned in and whispered in his ear “Who says this is a role play baby?” The stammering  “Wawawhat do you mean?” made me tingle all the way to my toes. Running my knife along his cock and balls he began to tremble but his cock betrayed his fear. It danced and throbbed, meeting my blade with the excitement he really felt.  When I began to sink my blade into the base of his cock he let out the scream that sets my blood on fire. I had to get more out of this and the cut wasn’t really very deep. So I moved up to his face and ran my blade across it. Then the light bulb went off. I was going to make this a night to remember for real. I went and got my sewing kit and laid everything out. By now he was wide eyed and my excitement was to much for me to contain. I sliced his face open from the edge of his lip almost to his ear and then slowly stitched him up. Next i cut a long gash into his belly from just under his breast bone to his belly button and again I slowly stitched him up. he knew what was next but by this time he couldn’t scream any more. I cut his cock off with one swift move of my blade. Stitching up his balls while holding his cock in my mouth, blood dripping down my chin I stood there cumming in waves of ecstasy. casteration phonesex

My special Whore..

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Last week I went on a date with one of the partners who work at my law firm.  He’s a corporate lawyer, Andy, quiet, demure, polite and I felt obligated to say yes because I’m just one of the legal secretaries.  You don’t want to piss off the boss.  He’s originally from Melbourne, Australia and he’s kind of cute in a dorky way but the accent tipped the scale and I thought I would have a good time.  We had a lovely four course dinner at an upscale restaurant but it wasn’t until we were in the taxi ride home did I learn who he really was.
Without asking he slid his hand up my skirt, jammed his fingers in my pussy, pulled them out, smelled them, licked them and said “yes, I think you’ll make for a decent dessert course.”  I was shocked, this didn’t seem like the guy I worked with or just had dinner with.  I’ve always been afraid of men after how my father verbally and sexually abused me as a young one and as a teen he let his buddies do the same so I didn’t say anything.  Andy told the driver we would only be making one stop, the Four Seasons in downtown Chicago.  We both lived close by so I didn’t understand why he wanted a hotel.
He checked us into a luxury suite, even though we hadn’t brought any belongings, and we went to our room which was the nicest hotel room I’d ever been in.  I stood inside the door and he closed and bolted the door behind me.  He then circled me, looking me up and down as if he was a predator and I was his prey.  “You’re a dirty, fucking slut,” he said, “and tonight, I’m going to rape you.”  He said it so matter of fact that I wasn’t sure if he was serious.  “Strip down to your undergarments now or I’ll punish you by slapping you hard across the face.”  I did as he said.  He began to run his fingertips up and down my body, and I was becoming turned on, feeling my pussy tighten and start to get wet and I could see the obvious arousal in his pants.  Andy then gently began to unbutton each one of my garter belt buttons that held my thigh high stockings up, “I’m very pleased you chose to wear these, if you don’t please me, I will hurt you.”  He rolled each stocking down individually, taking extra care to help me remove them.  He then unsnapped my bra and let it slide down my shoulders and gently pulled down my thong panties and garter belt.  Again he circled me and lightly touched different arousal zones of my body, circled my nipples with his fingers, across the small of my back, around my belly button and from my knee he slid his fingers up my thigh and again jammed his fingers inside of my vagina, hard, and circled them a little bit, and I moaned, “yes, I think you’re ready.”
“Get down on your fucking knees now, and hold your mouth open with two fingers on each side, wide enough like you’re having your teeth examined.”  I was confused but I didn’t want to get hurt so I did what he said.  He unzipped his pants, pulled out his surprisingly large cock that was rock hard and forced it into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat.  The gesture surprised me but I was excited by it, and he could tell, he didn’t want me to be happy so he forced it again but harder and faster.  And he did it again and again while I was choking and sobbing from the gagging.  He was satisfied by my will not to pull away.
“Lie down on the bed, put your hands on your knees and pull them open wide while your legs lie flat on the bed and keep your mouth open but not with your hands anymore.” He took off his tie, put it around my neck and tightened it so tight that it was uncomfortable and beginning to affect my breathing.  Although he had taken off his dinner jacket he was still dressed.  “Close your eyes, I don’t want you to know which hole I’m going to penetrate next.”  I did as I was told.  I cried out as I felt his enormous cock slam inside my ass, certain that he had ripped me in two, and he tightened the tie even further.  He pushed his penis in my anus over and over again until it began to feel good, and even started to play with my clitoris and I could feel myself starting to climax when he stopped suddenly and put his erection in my mouth again.  “Not yet baby, you still have a long way to go before I let you cum, but if you’re a good girl, I will let you.  So far you’ve been a very well behaved dirty little whore, I may let you become my special dirty little whore, my chosen one.”
After fucking my face for a short while he penetrated my ass again, with more force, always making sure I could just barely breathe with the tie around my neck.  He pushed on harder and faster and started to play with my clit again and this time he moved his hand towards my pussy opening and suddenly slammed four fingers inside.  I tried to cry out but the lack of oxygen made it difficult.  “Soon, my special dirty little whore, soon I will let you free.”
He kept slamming his huge hard cock in my ass with so much force and speed and was using almost an entire hand to fuck my pussy, I could feel myself starting to climax, but I knew it had been a while but the lack of air made it too fuzzy to make out time.  I was getting higher and higher, I was so close and he was going faster and harder yet, moaning that he was cumming too.
Suddenly the tie was loose and I felt myself release.  I screamed out when I had the longest most intense orgasm I had ever had, it just kept hitting me in waves and when I started to feel my whole body vibrate because it was finishing he pulled his cock out of my ass, grabbed me by my hair and jerked my head backwards and came all over my face while saying, “yes, that’s my dirty little whore, you’re my special slut, you nasty filthy bitch.”
He told me to go to the bathroom and clean up and I did what I was told, I was bleeding slightly because he had forced his cock so hard into my ass, but it wasn’t anything severe.  When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, tie, jacket and all.  But he left a note…
“You may stay the night in this luxury suite and I ordered you a massage in the morning, don’t be late for work on Monday my dirty little special whore.”

Your New Apprentice

I see you have an apprentice now? He is so young, just a boy. I wonder where you found him, but I dare not ask. I am still in pain from your beating this morning.  I know he isn’t your son, but I sense he belongs to you now, just like I do. Just like we all do. But he isn’t caged or tied? He is with you by your side, listening and learning.  You both approach me, I shudder uncontrollably as fear grips my body. You laugh and I can see you speaking to him, but I can’t hear a word. You punctured my ear drums long ago.

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I see you both laughing and you point to me, as I lay on the cold floor, unable to move from my ropes.  You kick me in the gut and blood comes out of my mouth. When I catch my breath, I see the boy smile and pull his leg back to kick me. Something in his eyes terrifies me. This is the moment he changes into a monster like you. UGGHHH. He kicks me with unbelievable force in my chest. I am shocked by the power he has at his tender age. Blood drips from my mouth onto the floor and he reaches down and rubs my face in it. I can see the evil in his eyes. He is loving this.

I plead with my eyes and shake my head trying to convince him this is wrong, and to run away. My horror is obvious and this makes you very pleased. I want you to spare the boy, I dont want you to be able to cultivate your cruelty into another person. But its too late. He has seen too much. He has a taste for blood, and nothing will stop his progression now. The boy gets on his knees, and while I still plead NO with my eyes, he shoves his little hard cock into my bloody mouth. I close my eyes, and then close my lips around his evil little cock.

I open my eyes when I feel the cum coursing towards my mouth. The boy is laughing at me, his eyes are black, and he shoots his demon cum deep in my bloody face. I can see the pride on your face, and I know now that my torment will never end.

Bloody Phone Sex with Stephanie

Blood, blood everywhere, but not a drop to drink…  You have been bleeding me for months now. Collecting my precious life liquid in your metal machine. The time is almost here to perform your ultimate experiment.  I am severely anemic, but alive. You bled me slowly enough over these past weeks to make sure I was too weak to try to run, but still strong enough to be aware of your master plan.

My skin is pale white, my gums are white. My eyes are sunken into my head. There is barely enough pressure inside me to keep me awake. I gave up trying to move weeks ago.  My body is almost numb, it just tingles every so often. Or maybe thats my imagination.

The dirty needles and tubes scatter the floor. I am so cold, laying naked and drained on your cold metal table. My thoughts are not clear, and I hallucinate most of my days. But every time you come in the room, my body reponds. I crave the needles now. I crave the feeling as you drain my red love. The butterflies in my stomach, as I lose just enough blood, make me feel sick and good at the same time.

I see you wheel your machine over to the table where I lay. There is a clear window on the front, and I can see pints of my own blood preserved inside. The color is so beautiful. The machine is humming, keeping the temperature correct, no doubt.

You take out your scalpel and tell me its time to fill me back up. You have enough of my blood to fill me up, and then fill me even more until my heart explodes. You pop a hole in my inner thigh, and insert the tube from the machine. You flick a switch, as I watch helplessly. The machine kicks on and blood surges through the tube towards my leg. Ohhhh myyyyy goddddd, the feeling of the blood being pumped back into my veins makes me piss all over myself. The feeling of life being forced into my veins, gagging me with the copper taste that seems to be coming from nowhere.

You kick the machine into a higher gear, I can see the blood leaving the machine and pumping into my body. I feel so alive…. but then something is wrong. I start to swell. You are pumping too much and you just laugh at my surprise. You continue to pump and I feel pressure all over. I am going to burst from my own blood! My head aches, my limbs are swollen and my heart is pumping so hard its the only thing I can hear.

You flick the level to the highest level, and the blood courses even harder into my tiny body. I can feel pops inside as my vessels burst, and I know I am filled with blood. I choke as blood comes out of my mouth and then POP my eyes go next, spewing my red blood all over me and you. My heart tries to keep up, tries to keep pumping, but it finally cannot take anymore, and bursts right out of my chest….