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Bloody Night

torture phonesex karma.JPGThe moon is full and bright tonight and I am out for blood. Watching her little body quiver and shake is just making it better. She has cried so much that now she is just sobbing. Her face is streaked with tears. Snot is dripping sown into her mouth and she has no choice but to let it. I am not wiping it off, in fact I am enjoying watching her. Soon I will skin the little cunt alive. Peeling flesh from her body slowly and cumming to her screams of pain and agony. I will be able to see everything clearly in this bright moon light. Let the torture, pain and festivities begin.

Taboo Phone Sex: Horror Movie Night Gone Wrong with Cassandra

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One night, many years ago, I was sitting on the couch with a male friend of mine watching a horror movie: “Candyman.” It was pretty scary to me at the time. I commented to my companion that I thought the idea of summoning a dead evil spirit who would control and own you was kinda hot; especially if a big black evil spirit. Well my date did not like that at all. Not sure if he got jealous because I was hinting that I wanted big black cock. Next thing I know he is yanking me by the hair and saying my name  over and over in a creepy voice like in the movie. Then he starts to drag me through the house. He throws me down into the basement and locks the door. What seems like hours later, he comes down, strips me naked and ties me up. When I start to scream he puts a ball gag in my mouth just like The Candyman did to some blonde in the movie. He then shows me a hook like the Candyman sports. My eyes get real big and I fear he is gonna ram it up my ass or something. He just kept saying my name “Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra.” It was like he was taunting me. I was his prey, his victim. I had no idea when I came over to watch a movie with him that he had a dungeon in his basement. I could see torture devices, bondage equipment, sex toys galore… He knew what he had planned when he invited me over.

I was tied up to a bench for hours.  His Candyman hook used to cut my back, rip my ass open and cut my breasts. Just like the Candyman, he said, “Be my victim.” I could see he was obsessed with horror movies. I saw a Freddy Krueger glove, a Jason hockey mask, a mask and knife like Michael Meyers, a Scream mask,  a chainsaw… I was in a horror obsessed serial killer’s dungeon. Is that what he does? Invite a hot woman over for a scary movie then kill her like the madman in the movie?

I could not talk because he gagged me just like the Candyman did. But my head was racing… I wanted to escape but I was tied tightly and mutilated.  I tried to escape somewhere in my head to forget the pain, but he kept cutting my back, torturing my ass, ripping my flesh; there was no mercy. As blood was gushing down my back, I felt his cock ram into my ass. He was turned on by the blood, turned on by my gaping flesh, turned on by my pain. He said in a creepy voice as I gasped for life,” They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”  I prayed for death to take me

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Bloody Phone sex with Blair: Be Careful What You Eat

bloody phone sex torture pain slutMy Master thinks I am getting too fat. He hid all the food and is trying to starve me to death. He keeps me  under lock and key in the house. Well today, I couldn’t take it any more as the pain from hunger was just unbearable.  I ransacked the house for anything I could find. And under my Master’s bed I found a case of baby food. I was starving. I opened a bottle and starting emptying it into my mouth. But wait, it was crunchy and within minutes I started bleeding. WTF? There was ground up glass in the jar. I was eating glass. Did Master know it was there and this was a test? Or was it some fluke, some manufacturing flaw? I got scared and I was in pain; but I had to clean up the mess I made and try to make things look like I wasn’t there or Master would be very angry.

My lips and tongue were cut but I stopped the bleeding and thought Master would not know. But he knew the moment he came home I had been a bad girl and slapped me hard across the face. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me hard out to the garage. He put my chains on  and began yelling at me. I had failed his test. He knew I was a weak bitch who could not be trusted so he put glass in the baby food jars and hid them. If a weak bitch, I’d get my comeuppance. I tried to apologize, beg for another chance to be a good slave. Too late, he began spoon feeding me the food with crushed glass. Master made me chew the glass and swallow it. Blood was spurting out my mouth. I kept crying and pleading but he just kept spoon feeding me crushed glass and strained peas. I could taste the blood from my cut tongue, cut lips, cut throat, cut esophagus… I was making gurgling sounds there was so much blood.

 Master was smiling as more blood poured out my mouth. He just kept saying eat up bitch. If you are so hungry, then eat up. I even vomited up bile and blood and he just laughed. He said you think this hurts bitch, wait till you shit it out tomorrow. I had not thought of that. The glass would shred my ass and my intestines. I’d rather starve to death slowly and painfully than to die like this. I will never eat without permission again Master.

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Such soft skin…

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We make the perfect pair; the most dynamic duo this world has ever seen! Your charming good looks draw those poor, ignorant sluts in and by the time the sun rises we’re dancing among the crimson stained dungeon walls. I have no problem waiting for you to bring them back to me, I know how much the chase excites you. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you drag the little whore by her arms into the last space she’ll ever see. I can’t help but start to feel wet as you secure her to the metal exam table in the middle of our little sanctum. Poor thing; she has no idea that no one will ever hear her screams through the soundproof walls. Why don’t you sit back and watch; you worked so hard to acquire the little tramp and you deserve spectacular show for all your hard work and planning. The excitement in your eyes grows as I slowly take a scalpel from the instrument tray and begin to slice the girls smooth, flat stomach… Her skin is so soft that my scalpel glides through it like soft, warm butter. I would love to hear your thoughts on our latest little specimen, we have as long as we want with her after all.

Blair Meets the Puppetmaster

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Help me. I have been kidnapped by a deranged doll maker. I have been held captive for days , while he conducts evil, painful experiments on me. He has deprived me of food and water.  And, I am constantly in some form of suspension like a life size marionette doll. In fact, he told me I was doll like and he wanted to use me to create the perfect life size marionette. What the fuck? Those dolls are creepy. Always in horror movies, taunting people, scaring brats. Who does this guy think he is? The Dr. Frankenstein of dolls? I tried to beg and plead with him, but he keeps shocking me and stringing me up from the ceiling. He said next he was gonna cut my limbs and sew string through them and even slice my mouth open like the Joker to give me the authentic look of a marionette doll. He is gonna dismember and torture me so he can have his own personal creepy ass doll. Who is he, The Puppetmaster?  This sick, evil, sadistic mother fucker is enjoying my pain, my screams, my starvation. He says I’m just a stupid, worthless cunt and no one will miss me.  He says all girls should be seen but never heard and that is why we make the perfect dolls. You don’t agree with him , do you? Please someone help me.  Anyone. I will be a good girl; I will be quiet. You can do whatever you want to me, just let me live and get me the fuck out of this house of horrors.

Do You Want to Cook a Girl?

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I have some very dark fantasies.  Dark desires that just get darker as the days go on. I have one master I speak with who understands my desires, gets the psychology behind my deep sick twisted fantasy world. See, I get so wet thinking about being eaten. Not in the vanilla sense of  having my pussy eaten and licked; but in the  twisted sense of being cooked alive and eaten.  There are tons of cannibal porn sites on the internet that I masturbate to; movies and pictures of hot women like me being kidnapped, tortured and cooked. I want to star in a movie like “How to Cook a Girl,” but I want it to be real. I want it to be a snuff film. Do you have fantasies of cooking a hot bitch who snubbed you? Do  just have certain cravings that hamburger or chicken can’t satisfy? Do you get off on hunting a stranger, kidnapping her, then cooking her to a slow, torturous death? You know I look tasty. You know I look like every bitch who ever humiliated you. You know you want to be my Hannibal Lector. Let’s cook up a hot nasty dark scenario where I meet my ultimate demise in your stomach. I bet I am of so yummy.

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Torture Phone Sex: Burn Cassandra Burn

torture phone sex submissive pain whoreI have been a pain slut for as long as I can remember. I started young as a cutter, and then graduated to more extreme measures as I grew older. But something I have never been able to handle is fire of any sorts. I have this new master who smokes cigars. Very high end Cuban stogies he gets from Canada. Well he left me alone for a little while this morning and I couldn’t help myself, I had to try one of his cigars. I mean a Cuban cigar is illegal in the US because of some stupid embargo. OMG, it was smooth with such a full bodied taste. I can see why they are coveted and smuggled into the country. Well I got lost puffing on that Havana and masturbating because it tasted so good. I look up and Master is in the door way livid. He lunged at me, grabbed my throat and threw me on the ground. He started kicking me and spitting on me and called me a worthless thieving whore. I tried to apologize; saying a Cuban cigar is something I was always curious about. That was not the right thing to say. He made me get back up on the bed and take the stogie and smoke it the other way. I had to put my lips and puff on the glowing embers. My lips, my tongue were burning; I could smell the flesh, feel the pain. As I was starting to cry, he made me deep throat that lit stogie like a cock. It burned the back of my throat. I could feel the fire in my mouth; I began choking on the blood and the flesh that was melting in my mouth, when Master ordered me to swallow it. I shook my head, tears in my eyes, blood running out my mouth, gagging on the smell of seared flesh, when he slapped me so hard, I swallowed the burning cigar. The pain was inconceivable. I could feel the burning sensation traveling down my esophagus. The smell of my burnt flesh was waffling through my nose. I thought I was going to vomit. My stomach was on fire. I could almost see a hellfire glow through my belly.

I thought he was done torturing me, but said the fun had just begun. I was a dirty stupid cunt who couldn’t keep her hands to herself and needed to be taught a lesson. I was laying there sick, and in so much pain, when he came at me with a big fat lit stogie and started burning the word thief across my breasts. I was being branded, slowly and painfully so I would never forget what happens to thieves. I knew better than to cry or beg for mercy. But it was hard to not scream as my flesh was melting off my body. He had more in store for me too. He tied my burning body up over the bed and double penetrated me with burning cigars. I have had a lot of things in my ass and cunt but never a lit stogie. My ass and pussy were branded for life. I could feel my insides melting and burning. My skin was scorched from head to toe. It was a sweet, acrid, lingers in-your-nose-forever charcoal smell. It’s a smell so strong that I could taste it. The smell and taste of my own charred flesh was the worse smell ever.

There was not an orifice or area of flesh my Master did not burn me with a stogie to teach me a lesson. My pretty alabaster skin is forever ruined. I am scarred for life and will forever carry the singe marks of shame for smoking my Master’s Cuban cigar. Yet somehow, through the horrible pain, I was aroused. Maybe, you would like to be my new Master? Find some painful, degrading way to arouse me? My pain, as always, is my Master’s pleasure.

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Cunt Lashes

He came back today. Just by the walk he walked, the way he talked and the way he looked…I knew I was in for one hell of an evening. I’ve been scared a lot by him, since he’s had me here. But the feeling I was getting today, it felt like it was the last bit of my hope being sucked out of my soul. The lights were still off and all you could see what the lights from up the stairs. I laid there and pretended to be a sleep. Held my breath and prayed he’d change his mind, to just walk away. In a swift movement I was being snatched out of the bed, slung against the wall. He hit me in my mouth and all I could taste was blood. I fell to my knees trying not to give him the satisfaction he wanted and craved. I tried to hold in my whimpers as he kicked me, in the stomach and legs. With each blow my head would hit the wall behind me. All I hear is my chain rattling. My head getting heavy, I shout out, “Please… Please stop..” No response just heavy breathing.  He grabbed me by my hair and stood me up. Tied my hands above me and unchained my ankles. Placing my legs in locks drilled into the wall, I was spread eagle standing up. “You’ve been extra naughty today Monetta.” He says with an evil grin on his face. I know I haven’t been bad; I’ve been extra good and done all he’s asked but he’s in one of those moods. Nothing I say will change anything only makes it worse. He goes to the closet and pulls out his favorite whip. That horrifying look is still on his face as he makes his way back to me. He starts whipping my across my small tits; five times, ten and finally twenty. My throat is dry and hurting from my yelling.

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By now I can’t stop the tears. He’s laughing at my pain unlocks and unties me and drags me to the bed by my hair. He throws me on the bed and informs me that I am to legs up and apart while he continues my punishment. If I do not listen and be a good girl he will make me regret it. I always do as I am told. Whip!! One lash and I’m screaming! “Please no, I can’t take it! That hurts too bad!!.” I yell, with my legs still spread open. With anger in his voice he tells me, “You hold your legs open so I can see that cunt. You will count even lash. You will thank me and you will beg me for more, beg for it harder!!!.” Barely a whisper, “Yes sir.” WHIP!! Another lash. The pain, it hurts so bad. “Two, thank you sir, please whip me harder!” Whip! Whip! Whip! I feel like I am going in and out. I’m trying my hardest to keep my legs open so he has access to my cunt. My legs are shaking. I feel like I can’t take it anymore. I just wish he’d stop. WHIP! WHIP! I can’t take it anymore. It hurts too bad.

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I just need to close my legs. Hide my aching  pussy. My legs close and sit up, crying. I can feel the air tense. His anger growing, “What were the rules? What did I tell you, you stupid slut? You don’t want to listen. Now you will pay for not listening to me.” He shouts at me. He climbs on the bed and shoves me down flat. He’s holding me down by my shoulders as he spreading my legs to get between them. I try to put up as much of a fight as I can, but I know its pointless, useless, he always gets his way. Next thing I know he’s shoving his hard, thick fuckrod deep inside my sore, swollen bruised cunt. Screaming in pain, wishing he’d get off. It hurts so much worse. He has all his body weight on me and I can’t move. I hear his grunting and heavy breaths in my ear. He’s pounding harder and faster. Going deeper. Please, I hope he stops soon. The pain is growing, its burning. I can’t breath… Just make it stop…I’m fading in and out. Pump after pump. Everything goes dark. I wake up to a throbbing cunt and master chaining me back to the bed. As he turns and starts walking to the door I hear him laughing. Tears falling  and he say rest up pet. Next time will be so much more fun.

 

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Sexual Humiliation

torture phonesex karmaI heard about a law suit that was filed by the Iraqis against the British for the use of Sexual Intimidation Interrogation techniques. Of course the word Sexual peeked my interest immediately. The more I listened and learned about this technique the more I knew I had to try it and the more I knew I had to put my evil fucking twist on it and make it more wicked and sadistic and demented then anyone could ever imagine. Oh my mind was racing and the thoughts were coming a mile a minute. Who did I want information out of? No one really, but who could I get information from that might be useful to me in some way shape or form? And who could I really mess up in the head using this type of interrogation method? One thing is for sure a prude would be the one to be most fucked up by this and would be the one that I could use to take this to a whole new level. Then it hit me, that rich old widow on the dead end road. Everyone knows she is an old prude that has a fortune stashed in that mansion of hers. I could use this method of interrogation to find out where the money is stashed. Of course I couldn’t leave her alive to tell the tale, which is just the icing on the cake. What would fuck her up sexually? Forced bisexuality, yes that would be a start. Bugs all over her body, oh yes that would work. Perhaps a four legged friend and some ass fucking would take her over the edge. Tomorrow night I strike and put my plan in motion. I am sure I can think of so much more between now and then.

Fresh Meat

torture phonesex angieI often frequent tent cities for meat to fill my freezer. It really is a brilliant plan. Homeless people that no one will miss. Runaways that are hiding and don’t wish to be found. Generally they are hungry and I can plump them up with good healthy foods, which makes their meat so much sweeter. I have been eying a nice fresh thing just the right age, with meat that is tender and perfect, However she has been rather difficult to catch. She is sharp and has her wits about her. Lucky for me her boyfriend likes to tip up the bottle. I caught him at just the right time, grabbed him from the cardboard box that they call home and left a note letting her know that if she wanted to see him again she would meet me at the specified place and time. She had no clue that she is the one I really want and that when she shows up I have no intention of letting him go. He is not good enough for consumption so he will be my slave for a while, until his usefulness wears off. She will be prepped for butchering and consumption. My stomach is rumbling and my mouth is watering just thinking about what she will taste like!torture phonesex angie1