Category: Torture sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex: The Hunted

Kidnapping phone sex and the hunt of prey is a disturbing new game. These guys prey on women and girls in the most vulnerable states and I was not spared, completely. I was taking my sister to the club when she visited and we got seriously fucked up. Come to think of it we seemed to get fucked up quick and on very little. It would appear the hunk bartender that served and flirted with us set us up.

As we headed out towards our car we were knocked out from behind. The assailants grabbed and forced us into a van and it sped off. We start coming to and notice several other girls back there with us. All of us were dressed in club ware and wearing heels. The van stopped, and we were all still and silent, in shock I am sure. The doors swing open and there stood three huge men dressed in heavy leather butcher aprons with large knives in their hands. 

With a toothless grin the head guy starts laughing as they stood aside another of the men telling us to get out. We start shuffling out of the van it was dark and the floor was wet and sticky. I slid and fell on the floor to see the floor was covered in blood. Panicking I hurry out and pray this has to be some twisted joke.

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As we stood outside we see we are in a densely wooded area lit by the full moon. The guys smiled sheepishly as they told us only one will survive. That we would get a ten minute start before they come to hunt their prey. We were the prey. They continued on that they would torture, gut and kill those they catch. 

Finally we were told that the final girl standing would be forced to watch as they fucked and dismembered the fallen girls. That the winner would get the final reward of being fucked by all three of them and would be left in the woods beaten, nearly suffocated and strangled until she passed out. They would leave the winner alone and desecrated for any animal or man that happened by. With that final word we were released for the chase.

The shrieks and screams of girls taken down rung in my ears as I ran, stumbled and crawled through the downed trees and foliage. I removed my heels and continued to run, at a glance I notice infrared lights, fuck they have heat seeking technology so I can’t hide. Shit they got my sister…. Am I going to make it?

 

 

Sabotage is My Middle Name: Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex is a tasty morsel that my serial killer loving mind thrives upon. Being a babysitter for the damned allows me many opportunities to feast my morbid intentions with. So when I was paid a large sum to take on a special babysitting job I nearly fucking wet my thong panties. Well I did have to grab a stranger in the club and fuck his brains out I was excited. 

So, why is this so fucking different? Well I will be sitting for a couple of spoiled prissy whores and nothing makes me happier than torturing a couple barbie dolls. You know the fucking type. So I plan it out where I will be waiting for them out at the cabin. My sister drops her brats off with me and as she is situating the girls in the cabin I sneak a quick slit of the brake line where it will be a slow leak. As she drives the windy mountain road down she will lose her breaks and control of her car. I made sure to set a fuse under the passenger side where it will burn on impact.

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So, she will be out of the way, and I get time with my least favorite charges. Well I have some yummy punch for them to drink for starters. I get them nice and comatose as I step outside and check my iron pot over the fire. The pot will soon be simmering with broth and seasonings and the secret ingredient. I undress my little victims and take them into the kitchen. 

On the stainless steel slab I run a knife across the pink fleshy bumps on the front of her chest. The nipples will be precisely sliced off and set aside to go into the dehydrator for the most delicate jerky. Slicing off each toe with my butcher knife I toss them in some buffalo sauce to marinade, and the same with each finger. The feet and hands are removed and tossed into the cauldron. I then await the girls to waken from their drugged state as their stump limbs bleed and the holes in their chest is not yet coagulated.

Then you came to the door in the nick of time. You see the sweet offerings on the slab their stumpy limbs tied down and mouths forced open. You get so hard as I tell you to have your way…

Biker Night

snuff phone sex aubreeI needed a drink last night after a crappy day at work, so I stopped at this bar called The Strap. It was full of hardcore bikers and when I walked through the door, I felt like a gazelle running right into a pack of lions at dinner time. “Well look at this tasty piece,” the biker nearest me said, and before my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar, he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me right into a booth where he was drinking with a couple of his buddies. “Who says no one puts ‘Baby’ in the corner?” he hoarsely chuckled, and the smell of whiskey and mint chew was unmistakable on his breath. Three cold beers and two tequilas later, I was going home with three horny bikers, riding bitch with the guy who was my doorman. He may have laid claim on me first, but all three took turns with me that night. I was on all fours for most of what I could remember, getting every hole pounded as the bikers took turns with me. Two would be fucking my pussy or mouth or ass, while one of them was taking a video of all the action. When Biker #1 rode me back to my car in the morning, he said if I wanted my hands on a copy of that video I had better show up at the bar the same time next week. No doubt I will be there. Those guys don’t realize I can take a whole lot more of what they can dish out. This week can’t go by fast enough…and now I have to go to work with a fucking hangover and smelling like a truck stop ho.

Castration Phone Sex: The Venus Penis Fly Trap

castration phone sex butcher bitchHave you heard of the expression, “A 100 ways to skin a cat?” Well, I like pussy too much for that, so for me it’s, “a 100 ways to castrate a chap.” Sure, being a twisted little butcher babe, I could give a chap fifty whacks. That’s too easy, too boring, too conventional.  I have been experimenting with castration methods for years now. Tiny dick losers, asshats, perverts, deviants and annoying fuckers have long been saying goodbye to their junk at my hands.

I think my favorite method for removing worthless and improperly used appendages is my special creation: The Venus Penis Flay Trap. My first test subject of this method was Paul: a drunk trailer park daddy fond of diddling little tykes of both genders. If you can’t use it properly, you should not have it is my motto. I paid Paul a visit one day. Caught him red handed with his worthless pecker up some poor young school girl’s ass. I told him I was a disciple of God, and it was time to have a come to Jesus conversation about his man bits.

torture sex castration funI had his little victim help me show him both the error of his naughty ways and his road to redemption. I pushed him to the ground, while she removed my special instrument and set it on the floor in front of him. I invited her to take a front row seat to what I like to call a little trailer park justice.  I gave Paul an option. My knife could slice his throat, killing him instantly, or he could tea bag  my Venus penis fly trap, remove his evil appendages on his own, thus saving his life and his soul. For whatever reason, Paul struggled with this choice. He took too long  deciding if his balls were worth more than his life. Idiot. No life, what the fuck does it matter if you got balls or not?

bloody phone sex torture pornHis little victim became my accomplice in the time it took him to realize that life is more important than balls. She leaped off the couch were he violated her little ass, pushed him hard enough that his drunk ass fell onto my contraption. Bonus. Not only did it take his worthless balls, but his pecker too. All of his evil appendages snapped clear off. Suddenly his living room looked like a crime scene. Blood splatter everywhere,  male parts tossed around like dirty clothes, and a drunk p daddy passed out, bleeding all over the shag carpet. My youngest little accomplice stood over his lifeless body, gave him a swift kick where his gonads use to be, then pissed on his bloody stump. If I ever were to have a daughter, I could do no better than this perfect angel.

Girl power was alive that day. Like me, she would be a victim no more. She has become my little castration accomplice. Some things in life are better shared with a friend.

Castration Phone Sex: Loser

Castration phone sex with Dusty will have your pathetic dick twitching. You’re a sick fuck aren’t you? Your desiring my skill for making your pathetic worthless manhood *if you can call it that* obsolete. I will castrate you and make you nearly bleed out before I allow you medical aid. I am interested to see if I can’t see how long it takes to bleed to death from such a wound. Can you imagine it?

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Your testing me by attempting to be an asshole. Well mother fucker that shit does not fly with this Bad Ass Bitch. I approach your loud pathetic ass at the bar where you just get more obnoxious. My friends all look on in silence, they know me so well.

The cold steel pressed against your scrotum as I have you believing your going to stick that dick inside me. You really think I am going to let you stick that thing in me? I run my blade down your inner thigh and back up the other teasing you as I do so. I feel you getting erect as I push the tip of my stiletto into your ball sack. I caress the flesh as it tightens. Your pushing towards me and I hold my blade perpendicular to your balls. Your hands start groping at my tits, I slide the blade across the base of your scrotum as you let out a scream.

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Smiling at you I hold your dismembered balls in my hand as I hold them over my mouth lapping at the blood. I lean in close and spat it in your face. “You’re a useless piece of shit”, and I toss your testicles at you and walk away.

Arachne

Fantasy Phone SexIf you know anything about Greco-Roman Mythology then you know who Arachne is, if not, I will take a moment of My precious time to enlighten you.  She was a mortal woman who was turned into a Spider woman by Athena.  There are various versions of the story, but the one thing that remains the same is that she was turned into a Half woman/Half spider. 

Today I had the honor of doing one of the most sensually deviant roleplays of My Sadistic life.  In essence I was Arachne but with a twist.  I crept into his bed one leg at a time, showing him my beautiful face, my lovely breasts and of course My gorgeous spider abdomen.  I used a special spindle that I could protrude from my pussy/mouth and plunge into his cock.  I deposited as much venom as I could, fucking him, drawing him in deeper and deeper into my undulating abdomen.  I wrapped all of My legs around him, holding My prey steady as my proboscis snaked out of my grinning mouth so that I could force it down his throat to feed. 

While I pumped my sharp spindle into his now overly swollen cock, I told him how I needed his seed so that he could fertilize My eggs.  My spider offspring needed to be born.  They would mature in the same room where his lifeless husk of a body would be left for them to have something to eat once they hatched.  Which I thought was rather nice of Me.

I loved every single minute of this fantasy and I honestly hope I get to speak to My willing, horny victim again soon.

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We didn’t start the fire

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I woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of crackling wood. I opened my eyes and my bed was encircled in fire. I screamed and bolted through the flames. I was sleeping in the buff and luckily there was nothing to catch fire, but my skin was burnt. I started making my way to the front door, blinded by the smoke. I suddenly came face to face with a firefighter, and my naked body was expertly thrown over his shoulder. I was taken out into the cold. The firefighter who’d saved me took me into the ambulance and left me to fight the fire. I looked up at the paramedic, who was probably in her twenties, black haired and gorgeous. She asked my stats and asked how I was feeling. Honestly? I was terrified and that got me so hot I reached up her scrub top and she tensed at my touch. she relaxed and returned the favor, and I sat up and kissed her. She bit my lip and forced me back onto the stretcher. She straddled me and ground her pussy into mine. My pussy was dripping wet and she felt it, finding that the perfect time to take off her pants and sat on my face. We 69’d and we came together, covering ourselves in sweet pussy juices. She laughed as she put her clothes back on and covered me in a blanket. “What’s your name, anyway?” she asked me.
“Marley” i chuckled “what’s yours?”
“Ivy” she looked into my eyes as she pulled out the defibrillator. “And, ‘Marley’, you little cunt, I started this fire. And that’s just the beginning of your worries”
My jaw dropped to the floor and the last thing I heard was “Clear”

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Unwanted Extras

Castration phone sexI am a firm believer in only buying and having what you absolutely need in your life, everything else is a waste.  One thing that I do not need in my life are the testicles of any man.  Why would I ever need them? I do not want offspring, could you imagine? HA!  I do not have sex unless there is some degree of pain involved and then the act is about Me, not him, so again, they are not needed.  They are just unwanted extras.  Things to be eradicated from My life and sight.

I think it is one of My most important tasks that I have been put on this earth to do.  Just think of how freeing it would be for you to not have to worry about getting someone pregnant, or having sex at all for that matter.  I also love to take the hands on approach to omitting them from your body.  Of course there are surgical procedures, anesthesia, or even numbing creams, to Me none of them are necessary.

For Me using My very own teeth, jaw pressure, with just a touch of sharpened finger nails add just that right personal touch.  I am sure it will be beyond painful for you, which is a good thing.  For Me it will be pure joy as I thrash My head side to side with your thin skin ripping from beneath your cock to release the treasure that I am after.  And who wouldn’t want My mouth near their cocks? Even if it is to castrate you in one of the most terrifying way possible.

My Favorite Trophy

torture phone sex lobotomy toolsWhen the old lobotomy tools came up for sale on the auction block I knew I had to have them. From the moment I saw them my cunt started getting wet. With each bid I made I could feel my panties filling up with thick juice . My heart began to race as he tried to out bid me but I wasn’t going to let that happen, not a chance in hell. I had some one waiting for me at home that would be the perfect victim for me to use these old tools on. As soon as I won the bid I had an explosive orgasm on the spot. I know the gentleman next to me knew what happened. My breathing was heavy, my face was flushed and you could smell the cum. He just looked at me and smiled. It seemed like it took forever for the auction to be over so that I could collect my prize and be on my way. I took out the silver metal hammer and rubbed it on my cunt all the way home, making myself cum again. Going to the basement with my prize in my hand I unshakable that little bitch and strapped her to the table, wrists first, then legs, then the strap around her head. Getting undressed I took out the metal implements and rubbed them on my nipples and cunt before beginning the procedure. Placing the pointed metal pick on her eye I began hammering up and into her brain. I was careful to go slowly so that I would hit the right spot and to cause her as much pain as possible. When I finally hammered the pick as far in as it would go I had another orgasm, the hardest one yet. I left her there and went to bed. To my surprise she was still alive in the morning. so I covered her with peanut butter and release my hungry rats to feast on her flesh. I keep her skull with the pick still in it just as it was the night I used it. Each time I look at it I cum again. It is my favorite trophy. Snuff sexMedical fetish phone sex

Tell Me A Story

Fantasy phone sexI want you to tell me a story.  Not so I can hold the information against you but to make me wet.  I want to hear about your deepest, darkest, nastiest, bloodiest secret.  I don’t care if you have actually done it, or just think about doing it, I want to know.  Maybe it involves someone young, or your ex-wife, or some bitch at work.  I don’t care.  I want to hear about what you do to them, how you cause them pain way beyond what can be felt with the flesh.

I want to hear about how you keep them, torture them, make them scream or moan.  How you play mind games with them, or leave trinkets from their missing loved ones.  I want to know about trophy’s you have kept, did you get off on them? Or is it more of a satisfaction of a job well done. 

Are you proficient at what you do, or are you progressing with each piece of shit you see fit to train or do away with?  I honestly want to know.  Think of me as your priest, except I cannot give you forgiveness, but of course you aren’t looking for forgiveness…are you?