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A Young Sadistic

torture phonesex karmaMy earliest memories of being a sadistic go way back. It was really cold out and we were getting in the car to go to school. Daddy started the car and we heard the loud thud under the hood. When we got out of the car and looked there was a mutilated cat. That bitch was cut the fuck up, blood and guts everywhere. I felt a twinge of excitement and just laughed like hell while my father and sister where mortified. I couldn’t believe their reaction. After that I started grabbing every stray animal I could find in the neighborhood to take into the woods and torture and mutilate. The older I got the thrill went from just pleasure and enjoyment to sexual satisfaction. Fucking up the animals made my nipples hard, my pussy tingle and turned me the fuck on. When I finally learned about how to touch myself and finger fuck myself, making my pussy cum, I found that it wasn’t the same unless I was fucking an animal up or looking at and touching their mutilated bodies. I went on a couple of dates as a teenager and had vanilla sex with a couple of boys and they just couldn’t get me off. I always had to go find some animal to mutilate in order to get off. It seemed like a natural progression to fuck up people and the rush was even greater! I guess I was born a sadistic!torture phonesex mutilation

When I knew I was Sadistic

The first time I realized I was sadistic was when I was a little girl. I use to watch all of the gory horror films when all of my friends were scared to death of them. I loved to see the blood and guts! I guess that is where my love for blood started, the love to see it flowing out of someone and the love to want to feel it! I couldn’t resist my love to feel that blood so when I was a little older there was this stupid cat that use to drive me crazy. I think it was a stray and it was always around meowing and hissing and just being plain mean. I decided right then and there I wanted to feel the blood flowing out of its body! So I picked it up by the scruff of its neck and just started superficially stabbing it just to practice and get the blood flowing out. After that I was addicted to the blood and then the torture of that damn cat! I had to torture it more so I decided to start at the scruff of its neck and start skinning that stupid thing alive. Man you should have heard it cry out, lol. It was so fun, I enjoyed the hell out of torturing that stupid cat. I started wondering what it would be like with human prey. So that is when I realized I was a sadistic and have loved every minute of it and the darkness it has taken me to!

Step-Mommy

Snuff Phone SexYesterday I had a friend say to Me, “Syn-Thea? I bet you would make one hell of a Step-Mommy.” I did not laugh, I did not crack a smile, because I know I would be the type of Step-Mommy these out of control little bastards need.  There would be no coddling, no praise, no saying, “job well done.” for something mundane and expected.  However, what they would receive is cold, hard, real world parenting.  The type that will get them ready for this place in which we all live.  The world isn’t full of fluffy bunnies, and unicorns that shit out skittles.  Oh no, this world is filled with people just like Me.

People who will use you, abuse you, then toss you away when your usefulness is done.  Those tiny bitches and bastards would have scars, both mental and physical to remind them of their place, and to never take shit from anyone.  They would be broken, shown all the fucked up gory details that this world has to offer, then I would build them up to be just like Me.  Which to be honest, wouldn’t be a bad thing in the least.

There are way too many victims in this world when there actually needs to be more Alphas.  I would have a whole brood of them.  They would be charming, beautiful, smart, cunning, and absolutely deadly.  Just think of how much fun their play dates would be with Me supervising their activities. It makes Me smile just thinking of it.

Money Can’t Save You

 

torture phonesex angieI can’t believe my luck. I found an ad in the paper looking for someone to care for an ailing elderly man that is fucking loaded. His wife is to old to care for him herself. I decided to give them a call and make an appointment for an interview. As I pulled up to the house, it is a creepy looking old mansion that reeks of secrets, age and money. Good thing I like that look, the darker the better and this place looks like it is straight out of a Steven King novel or something. Just looking at the joint was making me hot as fuck. Grabbing the huge brass knocker I pound it loud, these old fucks might not have their hearing aides turned up. I was surprised when she answered the door and not some hired help. She looked younger then I had expected and had a nasty fucking attitude. I decided right then I wanted this fucking job and I would derive great pleasure form not only fucking her up and taking her down a notch or two but robbing her rich ass blind. She offered me tea and she sat interviewing me all prim and proper with her nose in the air. I answered her questions while envisioning how I was going to torture and fuck her up, slowly and with great pleasure. I started right away and after meeting her bedridden husband and touring the mansion she had me change into the uniform that she had for me. During the tour I saw many of her own things that I would use to torture her over the coming weeks. I learned that there was no other staff in the house, just her, her husband and myself. Going to the basement to start the laundry I found the perfect place to tie her up. Pretending there was something wrong with the washer I got her to the basement and bound her to the radiator pipe. Warning her that it was about to get hot I went up stairs and turned the furnace on, letting it heat up while I gathered all the things that caught my eye earlier. When I got back to the basement she had already burnt her arm pretty good trying to get loose and touching her arm to the hot pipe, she was sweating so much I couldn’t tell if she was crying too. My pussy got wetter the closer I got and the more fear I saw on her face. This was going to bring me a lot of pleasure!

Now You See Me Now You Don’t

torture phonesex karmaI love Hitchcock movies but one of my favorite is “The Lady That Vanishes” I imagine myself being on a train, sitting next to a stranger. Her beauty is breath taking but as soon as she opens her mouth she is a bimbo. Her voice is high pitched and whinny and nothing she says makes any sense. She instantly gets on my nerves and the overwhelming desire to slit her throat is becoming more then I can stand. Knowing that I can vanish and no one will believe I was ever there, I wait till she falls asleep. As soon as she is in a deep slumber I tie her arms to the armrest on the seat and stuff her dainty, lacy kerchief in her mouth. I take out my knife and begin slicing her wrists. Her eyes fly open and her crys are muffled. I know I am not cutting her to kill her but enough to cause the blood to flow and the pain to be felt. As she stares at me wide eyed and the blood drips from her wounds, I bend down and lick the blood off her flesh. I sit up and wipe my mouth before smiling sweetly at her. As I pull the handkerchief from her mouth I vanish. Her screams bring the other passengers to her side and her incoherent babbling about the vanishing woman lands her in a padded cell at the next town’s psychiatric ward. I often visit her there, causing her pain, driving her crazy slowly as I smile and vanish each time. No one believes her because it is impossible for anyone to get in and out of her cell without being detected. What a perfect version of Hitchcock’s movie, with my own special twist!torture phonesex hitchcock

Ripe for the Hanging!

Those of you that know me know I love BLOOD and TORTURE!!! It is like a drug for me, I have to have it! It turns me on so much that the only thing I want to do after is fuck! There are many ways I love to torture and for those of you that have read my blogs you know all the ways so far I have tortured my prey and snuffed them out. Well there is one way I haven’t discussed yet and it is really fun to torment someone with it.

See the first thing I do with those bitches and little brats is get them to my abandoned torture warehouse. Like the other day I followed my prey until she was all by herself and then I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth and drug her to my car. I drove her to my warehouse and pulled her out of my car by her long hair.

The first thing I did was tie her hands up with rope and cut her clothes off with my blade. I then tied a rope around her long hair and hoisted her up with a hook. But the best part was I hoisted her up onto a platform and on that platform was a noose hanging down. Now I like to torture so the best torture I did was put that noose around her neck and taunt her and tease her about when the noose is going to get tight around her neck and the floor will drop beneath her. But before I would hang her I did not go without making her bleed like crazy! I took my blade and cut her nipples off and made her eat them. Then I cut her titties off and of course all of that blood and screaming got me so hot!!! I kept telling her I’m going to drop you now but wouldn’t lol. That not knowing was making her whimper, stupid little bitch. I finally got bored with slicing her up and pulled the floor out from underneath her. I watch as she dropped and her body struggled trying not to lose air, lol. Then as I was watching I saw her lips turn purple and her face turn red, her eyes almost bulging out of her face. Then I saw her body stop moving and twitching and the life drain out of her face. God I wanted to fuck right then and there!

Triple Train

Accomplice phone sex with BlazeI had a new babysitting gig this week end. The Bakers JUST moved in down the street and Mr. Baker asked if I could watch his girls. I was pretty surprised when I got to his house and saw his 3 beautiful daughters. They were Triplets. I have never played with identical triplets before! I could barely wait for the Bakers to leave. They said they would be out late. I normally don’t play on the first date. I like to know if the parents are going to show up early or something! But I can’t pass up such a tasty and lucrative treat! I called Mark and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. 3000 dollars and his video equipment gets him the first pass on the Trip Train! He was SUPER eager to pay my price. He arrived VERY QUICKLY. I set up the video camera while I gave the girls a special treat. A cookie with a little extra treat in it. The girls were ready in just a few minutes. Giggling and laughing as I striped then down. Mark lined them up like little dolls. He dripped honey on his dick and they were so eager to suck it off! All three of those tasty treats just slurping away. I was pretty disappointed when Mark shot his load all over their faces! I wanted to see some FUCKING. But it turned out perfect. I barely had time to get Mark out the door when the Bakers showed up early. They were so happy they asked me to come back on Friday. I will be totally ready this time. I am going to film 3 little sluts getting their doors pounded in!

Beg Me Not To

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I love a good begging whore. Bondage is great. All tied up and served to me on a platter, legs spread, eyes wide with fear, and mouth gagged with some coarse rope. I love it when their tittes are nice and plump with blood. Using and abusing people as toys. Treating them like human meat. Maiming, using, abusing them in whatever way I decide to that day. I like to shove objects up their holes that should never belong there. I’ve fucked chicks with scissors, Fourth of July sparklers, scrap metal from an old flagpole, and my personal favorite–the barrel of a gun. Do you have any idea how painfully agonizing it is to shoot a bullet up a bitch’s vaginal canal? Yeah, baby. That hunk of steel goes right through the cervix, pierces their ovary, slams through their uterus, and proceeds to tear apart every internal organ it breaches before punctuating the heart and slamming up into the throat. When the esopagus is popped open and the stupid whore can no longer process air, I like to lean in close and listen to her choking on her own breath, the whole in her breathpipe causing her to sputter and gasp. Too late for anything but enjoying her last moments, now. I guess she should’ve begged harder when I first asked.

Fright Night

torture phonesex karmaIt’s late and I am restless. I need release so bad I can taste it. So I decided to take a walk in the cool night air. Passing the house I looked up and saw the silhouette of a young woman. It was obvious that she didn’t have any clothes on and I could just make out her hard nipples. I could feel the familiar tingle in between my legs as twisted, evil fucked up ideas raced through my brain and I could not fight the urge to go to her. Breaking in was easy. There was no alarm and using a credit card to get the door open is something I mastered long ago. I quietly walked through the kitchen and living room taking note of the decorations and pictures. It appeared that she is a single young mother with a small girl. This was going to be more fun then I first anticipated. Locating the young girl’s room was also easy. Creeping to her bedside and rubbing my cunt while she slept peacefully, unaware of the nightmare that was about to begin just added fuel to the fire of my wicked desires. I placed my hand over her mouth and her eyes opened reflecting startled fear. I carried her to the room that was her mother’s. She didn’t see me enter with the girl in my arms. I watched, turning the girls head so she could see too, as her mother laid on her bed lost in masturbating. The hum of the vibrator filled the room and knowing that the girl was was watching her mothers pussy filled with the machine that would soon be filling her made me cum. Just as the her juices started flowing I emerged from the shadows with her young girl in my arms. I put my fingers to my lips and pulled out my knife putting it to her throat. “If either of you scream, you both die” I said quietly. Taking the vibrator from her hands I laid the little one next to her, they held hands and cried, softly sobbing as I shoved it deep inside that sweet little pussy. I stayed with them for hours, taking them both over and over again. Savagely feeding my lust for carnage, and then leaving them there to console each other. I made it perfectly clear that if they told a soul I would return and they would not survive.

Blood Slut

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I love the sight of it. Delicious, pooling red richness as deep and vibrant as a liquid jewel. It gets me hot. It makes me wet . . . and it rushes me with the capricious adrenaline of a sick, heartless bitch. I want to grab your hair in the palm of my hand and twist those dark locks around my fingers. Tangling them, grasping them, holding your head in my hands. I want to crack open your skull against the wall and whisper at you to hush, shushing you maternally as your own blood is gurgling in the back of your throat, as you’re choking and sputtering as your life is dying, as you’re leaving this plane of existence and my clawing fingers are shoved up your pussy, violating you and watching you suffer with your dignity shattered at my feet. I suck your life, take your soul, laugh in absolute pleasure. I get high on your pain. I love to see you hurting, it fills me with such glee at your expense. That kind of abject control. That kind of power makes my heart beat faster, my veins pump harder, and my legs wild enough to wrap around a man three times over again. I love a good blood slut. I’m a pain whore . . . ‘cus I just love to cause it. I lean over you and absorb it into me like energy draining right from your soul. I’m a succubus of pain. And while you’re taking your last breath, I’ll shove the tubeless truck iron into your uterus that much deeper, laughing at your misery and filled to the brim with deadly elation. When you’re just about to expire, I whisper how your mother won’t miss you, she’s better off without you anyway. I tell you what I’m going to do when I sneak into your house and kill your cat tonight. The helpless agony of a million broken dreams and guilt as everything is lost at my fingertips. The utter and depressing hurt in your eyes. Yeah, baby. It’s my aphrodisiac.