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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….

Bloddy Phone Sex Fantasies

 

bloody phonesex2I have always wondered what it would be like to be a man. It is an obsessive thought the fills my mind and consumes me often. a few nights ago I had a dream and I knew I had to live it out and finally I would be a man, well kind of. I set out and found myself a cute little couple. You know the innocent, new love in their eyes kind. All holding hands and googly eyed. Sickening really, but perfect for what I wanted to do. Befriending and drugging them to get them home was easier then ever. Watching them all drugged up and tied to either side of a huge tree, I sat sharpening my favorite set of knives. My cunt getting wetter by the minute waiting for them to come to and the games to begin. Finally their eyes began to flutter and my heart skipped a beat as my cunt lips released some it’s juices. Getting up I approached them and delighted at the terror in their eyes. “Will you do anything I ask?” the nod of confirmation was not a surprise. “Will you fuck him for me and cum all over his cock?” Again the nod of confirmation. Walking around I grabbed her face, kissing her hard on the lips while cutting her clothes off her body, making sure to draw blood. Standing there naked and afraid, shivering, I delighted in the sight of it all. I grabbed her cunt hard and spat in her face. “This is about to be stuffed full of his dick and you show me how much you enjoy every bit of it.” Going to her young lover I cut his clothes off as well, again making sure to draw blood. I then untied him, naked with a soft cock, we stood in front of her. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth coaxing his cock until it was fully erect. Then I took a metal rod and shoved it all the way up his fucking pee hole insuring that it didn’t go soft again. His scream sent waves of erotic shots through my body. I lead him to the woods out of her site and there is where the fun began. I gutted him and skinned him and then literally crawled in his skin. Cutting off his hands so mine could be exposed I sewed the front of his body closed over my body, his dick still hard from the rod that was inserted in it, blood covering my naked body, my flesh touching the still warm inside of his flesh. I went to her then and untied her, fucking her hard with his cock. She was horrified and crying, but tried to act like she liked it in an effort to save her own skin (no pun intended) Of course it was futile. I took her life too and spent the night in his flesh, cumming over and over while I rubbed my cunt threw his skin with one hand and jacked his ever hard cock with the other.bloody phonesex1

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Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . . 

Crimson Part 3

   I sat watching the whore for over three hours… now that I had her I was beginning to wonder if my original plan was good enough. The hard part was over, I already had her in my dungeon and her friend had been so drunk that she probably would think that her friend disappearing was just a dream… until it’s too late that is. The little slut is starting to wake up. Perfect. Just in time too, I don’t like to start playing until my victim has fully understood that they are not leaving alive and true fear begins to set in. She starts by looking confused, an understandable reaction in my opinion, one moment she’s on walking home from an epic night of partying and the next the she knows she can’t move her limbs and she’s in a dark room. 

   I slowly rise myself out of the chair in the corner of the room and move into the dim light emanating from the surgical light above the gurney. I smirked and she frowned, looking confused for a moment until I raised my fingers into her line of sight. It wasn’t my hand that scared her but rather when was in my hand; a nice, shiny new scalpel. I slowly drug the flat side of the blade along her cheek and down the valley between her supple breasts… As I made the very first cut just above her stomach a bit of beautiful crimson blood blossomed like an elegant rose on her white dress. I don’t know why she’s screaming… doesn’t she know no one can hear her in my soundproof stone dungeon?Taboophonesexmagenta22

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Forced to Be an Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasies killer momI have been very ill for a few days now. Deathly ill. High fever, vomiting, shitting myself, skin lesions… My Master has taunted me the entire time and refused me the medical treatment I need. I thought I had the flu; even toyed with the notion I had the zombie virus. But today, my Master informed me he injected me with an infectious virus to force my hand. He gave me Ebola. This disease kills thousands fast in third world countries. He told me he has the antidote to prevent my death, but I must be willing to do anything for him. I looked at him with blood running out my eyes and said, “Anything for you Master.”

murder phone sex fantasies milfHe then tied me to his rack he use to torture me with. My skin smelling putrid and my flesh falling off my bones, he tortures me further. I am about as near death as I have ever been. I tell Master I want to live so I can continue to serve and please him. I beg him to tell me the conditions to save my life. I promise to do anything. He tells me I must agree to hunt young flesh with him. I am getting to old to keep giving him new ones to destroy, so now I must agree to go on the hunt outside our family for fresh meat. He loves to torture tight little holes and not only are my holes no longer tight, but he has ruined the holes of the precious young things I have given him. He says, “Flesh for your flesh.”

I have never minded the horrible things Master has done to me in the past. I have taken every sick, twisted, painful thing with a smile. But I always resisted making others suffer my agony. I have refused to be his willing accomplice, but now, here I am dying. Do I have a choice? If I agree to be his sadistic accomplice and bring him fresh, tight, young holes to ruin, I will live; my beautiful body will be restored. I have no choice. I want to live. Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin…..

What cruel and unusual lengths will you take, to make me your evil accomplice?

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Snuff phone sex: Near Escape

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The ex-husband, who had solicited my help to snuff his wife, hadn’t heeded my warnings.  He had insisted on just tying her hands with rope that he brought (apparently it had some kind of sentimental meaning to him).  But, the evil bitch had chewed through the dainty rope, which looked much like an accessory to a wedding gown, and fled.  So, when we returned to the basement after a heated argument about him not following my directives, she was gone.  There was no exit in the dungeon; and, she had not come upstairs; so, we decided that she had to be somewhere in the large basement. This is precisely why I do not take on clients from friends!

I thought about one moment; and the next moment, I was in action.  I ran upstairs and locked the door to the basement.  I’d let them fight it out.  I made myself comfortable in my library, where my surveillance cameras were catching all the movements downstairs.  And there she was: hiding in a small crevice where the basement tunnel turns a little.  She had nowhere to go, and she knew that now.  Her macho ex was pounding on the door, angry and impatient for me to return.  I just scoffed at him.  I smiled as I noticed the reflection of a shiny object that hit the camera; the woman had a razor blade that I had set on the table.

The stupid buffoon of a man was charging forth, armed with only his anger.  He searched for the woman, probably expecting her to be cowered somewhere and crying.  But, I could see her head tilt; she heard his footsteps.  I leaned closer to the monitor; when he rounded the corner, she lunched at him from behind so that the blade struck his neck.  She struggled to free the blade and then continued stabbing him.  She stood there for a long time and then dropped the blade as if she knew she’d be okay.

I quietly unlocked the door and allowed her to stumble, bloody and sweaty, into the upper level of the house.  I told her that I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen; she fell on me and cried.  “Yes, I know.  Kam is such an asshole.  He used you, too, and threatened you.  I know.”  I acted sympathetic; she didn’t even reach for the door.  She was so close to the outside world.  But, alas, as she pulled away from me with a smile, I sliced her throat.  The blood trickled and then gushed.  I had thought about torturing her, but I did enjoy the look in her eyes as she died.  She knew: she had nearly escaped.

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Hunting with Friends

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I know she wants to be more sadistic. Dear sweet, stupid Taylor. She has asked many of my sadistic kin, no, begged them, to let her victimize instead of being the victim. All of us had been fucking with Taylor a very long time. She has this barbie doll look to her, that we all hate. She is actually a nice person, unlike us. And she is a fucking pain slut, which works to our advantage. She has “Use and Abuse” tattooed on her fucking cunt for fucks sake! Not really, but all of us had contemplated doing such a thing to her just for fun! We finally got tired of her intensive whining, and made her a deal.

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Want to be a true sadistic? It was time to get rid of the one thing that held you into this compassionate world. You see, if there is one thing me and my sadistic kin had in common, we had no family. We had nothing to lose. Our families either died at a young age, disowned us, or just plain abused us so bad… that the monster’s they laid inside us, came back to fucking kill them. We were on our own. Loners, drifters, serial killers, torturers, blood lusting whores.. supreme evil, with a contempt for those below us. Taylor agreed, she hated her fucking sister Julie so bad.. and the rest. Well, if she had to choose between the life she needed to live, and the family who did nothing for her.. she chose us. The Sadists. Now knowing that this was no easy task, testing a natural victim, to be a sadistic. I had a few ideas on how to set up a kill scene for Taylor, I consulted with Blaze and Angie.

Blaze is as close to a best friend as I could have. We have done Evil Phone Sex Blazemany unspeakable things together. Blaze loves to make brats cry, as do I. I love how she is such a devious cunt. One night she was babysitting and had me cum over, so I could train this submissive slut, on how to be a true whore. Between the nipple clamps, ice, and fucking my favorite knife.. I had so many good pictures from that night, to remind me just how sadistic my little Blaze could really be! She will be the perfect accomplice to help me train poor dumb Taylor. She liked my ideas, only thing left to do was consult with Angie.

Evil Phone Sex AngieNow Angie lives for the hunt. We are the same in that aspect. I love the chase as much as anyone. Only difference is, I chase with my bare hands. And when I chase, it is usually a NO win situation. I love watching the fear in their eyes when they realize there is no where to go. However, Angie, she uses range weapons. She has miles and miles of property, and she loves the fact that they can see their escape. But you see, Angie is just that good! They wont escape.. ever! She just likes to let them feel they can. Once a year she has a hunt. Even keeps her prey Evil Phone Sex Reaganlocked up for weeks, to make sure the stakes are even. She feeds and keeps their strength up. Silly prey!

This was going to be perfect. Taylor would lure her family up here, to Angie’s land, and up till the very end her family would have no clue just what Taylor had planned. Especially her sister Julie 🙂 Blaze will be helping with the raw torture.. she loves to sexually torture and violate young virgins. And you can never ever forget to film it. The evil little Blaze loves to exploit the younger stupid ones. “There is so much money to be had, so much golden virgin pussy”! I can not even count how many times she has said this. Blaze would definitely be taking good care of our little victim and her family! Ah, and then Angie will grab her gun and bow. No hope for this family Robinson. Such a good clean cut family. And now it will be a clean cut for this good family!

And even though Taylor wanted to make this transition, I really wanted to torture that victim. She actually believes that this will be her last time tied up under our spell? To bad in the end, Taylor will know her place under our thumb. She was such a useful whore.. Lured her family up here just for us! I did tell you she was dumb didn’t I? Her family will get to know it was her to bring them their fate, and poor dumb Taylor will always be our victim! As I have said it before, the fear that you can almost taste – the fear that you can defiantly smell.. thick in the air.. it calms me. I love the hunt!

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Dark Blasphemy Phone Sex

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The fucking father, son and holy ghost. Can you fucking believe these damned hypocrites? These stupid mother fuckers are on their knees on Sunday.. Praying for forgiveness. Touting their faith and how they are mere sinners and not worthy of the love and grace that their fucking God bestows upon them. Then they go home and get fucked up, screwing their fellow man in every fucking way imaginable all week just to start the cycle over again on Sunday. What a bunch of fucking saps. I say they all need to come to the dark side with me. Worship the Dark Prince and know that all that shit you do all week pleases him. You never have to spend another day of your life on your knees begging for forgiveness for all the shit you do six days a week. The fucking truth hurts doesn’t it? Want to really be fucked up? Watch me shove your savior’s head up my ass while his image hangs on that stupid fucking cross. Yeah that is what I think of it all…it’s shit, pure shit. Let me show you how that young girl that you have dressed in virginal white, ready to be his bride and take her first communion on this bullshit day bleeds just like the rest of us. Watch me shove a fucking fist up her cunt and change that dress from white to red in the blink of an eye. Better yet bring that fucking holy man to me. Watch as I lay him on the alter that is all holy and shit and wrap my  tongue around the cock that he can’t keep from rising to greet me. I will suck the seed right out of him and let you watch it spew on your fucking alter and my face while not one of you can keep from masturbating as you watch the show. You fucking hypocrites.blasphemy phonesex karma

Does Taboo Phone Sex Scare You?

taboo phonesex angieI have so many lovely little items around my house that keep it nice and cozy. Things like my hand collection. Hands that I have severed from victims and placed in ant hills until the flesh is completely devoured by my little insect friends so that I can keep the skeletal remains forever. Or the beautiful lamps that I make that are lit and have severed body parts floating inside them. Or my wall of heads, skulls from previous victims that have been picked clean just like the hands and placed on display .I have always cherished my little chachkies and have kept them all to myself. However recently a very nosy, very annoying family has moved into the neighborhood. I decided it was time to teach them a lesson. I know it won’t take me any time at all to scare these fuckers right out of their house. Last night I put my plan in motion. I took one of my least favorite hands and slipped into their home while they slept. I placed it in the kitchen, in the garbage disposal so that in the morning they would find it. I plan to bury a skull next to the front walk tonight with the crown sticking out of the ground. Next they will find a beheaded chicken on the back porch. Things will gradually get worse until the final nail in the coffin. A black cat that I killed yesterday. I gutted it and shaved an inverted cross into it’s fur between it’s eyes. This wonderful trinket will be left in their bed while they are at work. Under the covers so that they don’t find it until they turn in for the night. I can keep this up for ever if I have to, but I believe after a few weeks of little surprises they will be more then ready to pack.taboo phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex: Jack in the Box

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One of friend’s girlfriend’s birthdays was this weekend. So, I decided to do something different to shock the hell out of her. I knew that she hates being scared with a passion…and she also hates clowns! So, all of us got together and bought all the Jack in the Box toys that we could find. Then, her boyfriend, Jason, wired them to be sensitive to movement. It’s great to have clever and mechanically-minded friends! We didn’t have to put up surveillance cameras to see her reaction because, unbeknownst to his girlfriend, Jason had already installed them because he got off on spying on her.

She vanilla and didn’t know about the unusual delights that Jason and I enjoyed. So, he decided the best way to tell her would be to show her…and scare the shit out of her while doing so. Jason had just stalked and killed a really lovely plump piece of prey; in fact, she looked a lot like Jason’s girlfriend now that I think about it. And, we had feasted on her for the last few days; it was a gift to me since I had been sick.  We took little pieces…like the ears, a few fingers, and bloody jewelry…and placed it on top of the clown that jumped out of the box; that way, when it popped open, she wouldn’t be able to avoid the gruesome sight. 

We boarded up the house and sat in the attic, enjoying the show.  As expected, she nearly jumped out of her skin.  And, the first body part that she found was an eyeball that was still attached to the socket.  By the time that she had opened nearly all of the toys and seen Jason’s handiwork, we went downstairs; she was crouched in the middle of the floor, sobbing and sitting in her own vomit.  Jason picked her up and tied her to the chair.  He retrieved a portion of our feast from his fridge; and he gave her a rather nice slice that make my mouth water.  She refused to open her mouth until he clenched her nose between his fingers.  He forced the meat down her throat and he smiled, “Now you’re one of us.  Whether you like it or not.”  She didn’t last much longer that weekend because we started carving her flesh and couldn’t stop; it was pity for Jason, but she did taste delicious. 

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