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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 I’ve been outcast all my life for being different and too thin and being too withdrawn.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.

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. 

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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. 

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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. 

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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.. 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies ~ Addicted to Pain ~

It was so fast, everything was a whirlwind and then BAM! I turn around and at the very second I was punched right in my face. I must have fallen and knocked my head on the chair rail at the bar. My hair was matted, I was black and blue and awoke to a cock in every hole.

The drugged coma lifted a few hours after I last recall consciousness. My clothes were ripped off and my breasts, face and thighs were sticky with cum. I tried moving only to find I was bound  to an old military bed with a pillow under my backside. Seems I have been receiving cock since they dragged me to the warehouse behind the bar.

As I showed signs of waking up they had a big glass of water for me they forced me to drink. As I spatted out the bad taste in my mouth they forced the glass to empty in my mouth and down my throat making me choke. I was gasping and spitting trying to recover. Before I was able to take a clear breath I had a huge black cock shoved down my throat. I started puking on this cock but another guy yanked my head back forcing all the water back down my throat.

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My face is being fucked hard as I am choking on water, cum and stomach acid and forced to swallow it all. Further impacting my breathing there was rope pulling against my trachea. This enormous  black cock started spurting thick streams of cum in my mouth and head still held back. I felt all breathing cut off, was gasping and struggling. Near dead I came to in the back of a speeding ambulance. I kept hearing how lucky I was… And that was exactly what was going through my mind as I reached to feel my drenched panties.

Cyber Stalking Our Victims

taboo phone sex goth girlDid 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.

bloody phone sex taboo snuffBefore 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.

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Taboo phone sex with Ivy

She wouldn’t stop screaming. There are times when I enjoy a little scream. Cries for help, screams from pain…

But this cunt wasn’t even touched, she might be in some pain but after a few hours you’d think she would be

used to the feeling.

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That she would know that the more she moved the more her skin would pinch and twist. I can’t stand it. I took out my box cutter, held it to her throat…

She started screaming even more.. If she was going to keep screaming she was going to die. She was going to bleed herself to death.

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I cut her arms down her wrist and I cut her major artery in her legs.

Scream bitch.

Die you fucking worthless whore. 

Taboo Phone Sex With Belle; Bite Me!

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I think that it might be clear to say that I have a little bit of an obsession with monsters, or well vampires to be exact. I can not seem to get over it. Even when I am watching movies of having someone’s throat ripped out or being sucked on, I get wet, just seeing it. Even though I know it might not be real.

Just something about a strong aggressive man that likes blood that turns me on. I just want to have all kinds of taboo phone sex with that type of man. And if by chance you like to bite, then please do!  I would love to have my sweet young cunt slammed nice and hard with your big fat fuckrod of a cock! I fell asleep playing with my cunt thinking about this and vampires.

 

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I guess I started dreaming, but it felt so real. I was walking up to an old creepy house. My body tingled with each step I took. I could feel the hairs standing up on me neck and feel my cunt juices starting to flow. For some reason I knew I was heading towards a vampire lair. But when I looked down at my hand, I seen a stake. I wasn’t meant to have fun with the blood suckers I was meant to kill them. I knew that. But I did not want to. I just wanted to play with them. I opened the door and all was quiet. I started to creep up stairs and peeked into a room and seen just one vamp. He was laying across his bed. Before I even knew that he wasn’t asleep I was being pushed up against the wall.

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Being restrained where I could not fight back! Part of me didn’t want to.  After a while I just gave in fully. I always wanted to be taken like this any way. Shoved up against the wall and had my underwear shoved down… He fucked me so good. I couldn’t help but cum all over his cock. After he shot his load inside of me I felt revived but deep down I knew what I had to do. I had to end him. And I did just that. I caught him off guard and picked up the stake and stabbed him deep in his heart causing him to fall to the ground. I didn’t want to be too cold hearted so I buried him in a grave out past his house.

 

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Even after I woke up and realized it was a dream, I still touched myself thinking about it. I came so hard that morning. I love dreams like that!!

 

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Tortured Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bloody Bats

torture phone sex evil submissiveI went  to sleep in my bed, but woke up in a dingy basement.  I was cuffed to a cell door. I heard screaming. Someone was being tortured.  Darkness was all around me. I heard a strange noise. It was a fast clicking sound, almost chirping. It was getting louder and louder but not loud enough to drown out the horrific screaming. Then I could feel it. Tiny claws on my legs, or was it teeth? My flesh was being bitten, scratched it was painful. My hands were bound so I had no choice but to let the creatures tear my flesh.

The screaming got louder, then sudden silence. Silence is never a good sign. At least if screaming, still breathing. I said hello several times.  I heard another woman’s voice say hello back. Then another and another and another. There were at least 10 other women in cells too. We tried to keep each other calm.  They too had something living in the cell with them, eating their flesh. Rats? Then another woman started screaming. This went on and on for hours. Screaming then silence. It was harrowing. Before long it was just me and the woman in the next cell. Then I heard the keys and her struggling. After a few minutes she started screaming. I was yelling frantically. Then keys unlocked my cell, I was dragged by my hair in the dark and the lights came on.

torture phone sex sodomized whoreI wanted to puke. I never seen such carnage. Dead bloody women with baseball bats shoved up their asses piled up like garbage. The baseball bats covered in blood. Shit, blood, urine, and human tissue on the floor. Bats drinking out of bowls of blood. Women were being sodomized to death to feed bats? That must have been what was biting my flesh. I was so scared. I was the only woman left. Only one still alive. I begged to be spared. Explained I came from money, that my parents would pay good money for my life. Money was not what they wanted.  He dragged me to the center of the floor. Made me suck the bat that would likely kill me, eviscerate me. While I was face down, I grabbed the bowls of blood on either side of me and threw them on my tormentor. The bats swarmed him like bees on honey giving me my moment. I grabbed the bat and swung hard against the back of his head. I heard his skull crack. He fell to the floor, blood gushing out his head. The bats were drinking his blood.

Perhaps if I had  not been the last chosen for death, I would not have walked out of that torture chamber alone. Apparently my will to survive is stronger than I imagined. I had my captor’s blood on my hands and it made my cunt wet. I love survival games. Being pushed to my limits, forced to survive. Maybe with you I will live, maybe I won’t.

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Accomplice Phone Sex with Reagan * The House of Blood and Puke

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I don’t enjoy fucking like your average whore would, that is why I love when I get accomplice phone sex calls. You see, sex for me is not about emotions at all, in fact it is just a rush of adrenaline. My cunt pulsates when I see fear in your eyes. But I do know some evil bitches that love sex for what it is, and live to get fucked. And they will stop at nothing to get fucked. Sex for them is a drug addiction, just like fear and chaos is mine.

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Take for instance my sadistic friend Dusty. She is one hardcore bitch. She is one cunt you do not want to piss off. Playing with Dusty is wicked fun, especially when one of us has a dumb bitch to fuck up. I love how she has no hesitation to take someone’s life, to degrade and humiliate them even in death.. but she sure does like to take her time.. and make for damned sure her play-toy knows that she is enjoying their misery.

So me and Dusty were out drinking last night at the local bar when this dumb tramp fucking puked all over Dusty’s bike! I don’t think I have ever seen her act so calm.. and that was what was kinda scary. She just grabbed the back of her head and threw her in my trunk and we than decided to have some fun with this boozing bitch. She was so drunk she did not even realize we had taken her to this old abandoned house on the outskirts of town.

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That is when the fun began. We called a few of her biker buddies and carved this bitch up good! Watching those guys tear into her drunken body while Dusty cut her up was intoxicating. There was so much blood and cum, so much fear. I sat hypnotized with my cunt in my hand as those big strong bikers tore off her limbs one at a time.. her screams just set my disturbed sex on fire.. and no one could hear that screaming puking cunt.. oh and she continued to puke.. with each body part tossed aside..

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Taboo Phone Sex Organ Strainer

I live to serve you. Tonight is the night of your special dinner party. I can hear the guests arriving upstairs. I can smell the cigar smoke and the perfume wafting down through the grates in the walls. The music, so creepy, and I can’t imagine who these freaks are that you have me make these drinks for. You’ve got me dressed in new black lingerie. Its the only time of year I get to wear “clothes”. It barely covers the bruises and scars you have inflicted on me, but dare I say I still feel pretty?

You come down to the dungeon and tell me to prepare the cocktails. I hope that the rest of the slave sluts will supply enough blood to make your party a success. Last year I wasn’t so lucky and you beat me unconscious for not doing my job. I wasn’t going to let you down, I had a plan and a secret tool. I had found a small strainer in one of your torture toolboxes, and I knew it would help me get every drop of blood I could out of the other pathetic whores traopped down here with me.

I have a tray of glasses, and take my knife and strainer into the first slave’s cell. She tries to crawl away, but she is too weak. As I suspected, cutting her wrists yielded practically nothing. Not enough to even fill two cocktails on the tray. She has been bled so many times to satisfy your own appetite, that flowing blood is hard to come by. I raise the knife to her left tit and she begs me not to kill her. But there is no other way to get the blood out. I ram the knife into her chest and twist and turn it until I can reachin and grab her still beating heart.

Her eyes go glassy as I pull it from her chest. I hold it over the third wine glass, and squeeze it like an orange. Blood pours out, and the smell is so fresh and metallic.  I am able to fill a  few more glasses, and then I take her heart, as she watches unable to move any longer, and cut it into smaller pieces. I take each piece and put it in the strainer. I squeeze each piece like little sponges full of blood, into the remaining glasses. This was working perfect, I would be able to squeeze every drop of blood out of these slaves tonight.

I take the first tray upstairs and serve your guests. They marvel over the fresh blood cocktails and drink them. You pat me on the bottom, and send me back downstairs with the empty tray to get your guests another round of drinks for your Taboo Phone Sex CockTail Party….

Cooking With Raven

Accomplice phone sexWelcome to my kitchen.  It’s a bit of a mess, but no worries.  Today we are going to be making the best cupcakes EVER!  Sure you can get cupcakes anywhere, but these…THESE are extra special.  They are not only made with a false sense of love and care, they are made with blood, sweat and tears.  Not mine mind you, but they are used none the less.  First, you will need to find an unwilling victim.  This is easy, just grab someone.  Next, you will want to make sure they have good veins.  I would stay away from any type of Intravenous drug user, or drug user of any type.  Who wants cupcakes all Herioney tasting? Not me.  I suggest something sweet, young, and innocent.  Full of spice and everything nice don’t you know.  You want to make sure they are trussed up nice and tight at this point, because this is how you get those blood sweat and tears I was speaking of earlier.  The secret ingredient so to speak.

Rape phone sex fantasiesYou will want to take a kitchen utensil, whatever is handy.  I am using a spoon for demonstration purposes.  You take your utensil of choice and start shoving it into places no kitchen utensil should ever been shoved.  Up little tight cunts, small tight assholes, back of throats, or just skip the utensil all together and use glass.  I only use the spoon to get the sweat and tears really, glass however is used for the blood.  I find that a few pieces jammed into the lower part of the inside arm in a diagonal direction seems to produce the best amount of blood.  Put the blood, the tears that you have collected, and some sweat from their forehead into a mixing bowl along with some Betty Crocker cake mix.  Your choice of flavor, it’s fucking Betty Crocker, all her shit is good.  Then mix and bake according to the directions on the package.  Do NOT remove the glass from the arm, you will need that in the next step.  After you have taken them out of the oven, place the hot from the oven cupcake pan on your victims back to cool.  Once they have cooled, it is time to decorate.

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Grab a can of frosting, swirl that shit on top, then for the piece de resistance…remove those glass shards from your young thing’s arm. Make sure you are careful not to drip any blood until you get to the frosted cupcake.  Shaking your hand from side to side, while holding the glass firmly between your thumb and forefinger splatter the top of the cupcake.  Go all Jackson Pollack on it.  Then simply place the glass into the cupcake to complete the decoration process!  Now you have a very dangerous yet rather tasty cupcake.  Feel free to give them to people you hate for a memorable gift.