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Evil Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phonesex angieHave you ever seen the movie 13 Ghosts? I love the evil Cyrus and his demonic plan to open the eye of hell. I would love to live in his glass house filled with evil spirits held captive by the spells etched on the walls. My absolute favorite scene in the whole movie is when a glass wall is activated during one of the house’s morphing sequences and severs Cyrus’ attorney, Ben,  body in half. His eyes wide with disbelief as he realizes that he his body is no longer one. The movie so inspired me and stirred my need for some cold blooded fun that I decided to devise a way to re-enact that one scene for myself and a lucky accomplice.accomplice phonesex 13ghosts It took us several weeks to devise the sharp sheet of glass, rig it guillotine style and create a device to hold our “character” I couldn’t wait to see if the body, once severed, would slid down the glass in two parts like in the movie. Of course one time to test this theory would not be enough, We had to gather several “characters” of several shapes and sizes to see what effect this would have in real time. The planning and preparation created an anticipation level beyond belief. When the day finally came we had 13 “characters” to pay homage to the movie’s title that gave me the inspiration. One at a time we placed them in our device and released the sharp sheet of glass, delighting as the body was severed and the blood flowed. We took our time making the ritual last all day. It was the most fantastical and erotic movie reenactment I have ever created. I plan on keeping my device and plan on using it again in the future. accomplice phonesex ghosts2

 

Strangulation Phone Sex with Cassandra: My First Victim

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I have a few masters, but one who is far from a benevolent master. In fact he is quite sadistic. He takes great pride in hurting me so badly that I come close to death. Today’s session was no different, except for the fact that we were not alone. He had another slave with him. A thin, young looking girl. She looked a bit strung out on drugs. Master said today I become an accomplice or die. I questioned what he meant and he smacked my face so hard I bit my lip. He then started to choke the life out of me. But, he stopped. Ordered me to strangle his victim. He said she was a worthless drug addicted disease ridden whore and the world would not miss her. I didn’t want to hurt her. She looked at my with glazed eyes like she was clueless about what was going on. Master probably gave her some good junk.

I started to protest, to resist. I am the victim, the slave. I don’t hurt and kill others, especially not some random girl. But Master got out a big coarse rope and said he would hang me from ceiling fan if I did not strangle the cunt. I thought he was kidding, that this was a joke. I ran upstairs to the bathroom to hide. But this made him angry. He ran after me, dragging the girl by the hair behind him. He kicked open the door and punched me hard in the face. Blood started gushing out my nose. He threw the girl in the tub, grabbed me by the throat and said “Strangle the cunt or I strangle you both.” He was serious.

strangulation phone sex accomplice snuffMy hands were trembling. I kept saying “I’m sorry,” over and over and over again as I put my hands on her throat. I closed my eyes and squeezed her throat as hard as I could with both hands. I could hear Master jacking off. He is so sick. She was thrashing about and scratching my hands. But, I was stronger, bigger and she could not really resist me. Didn’t take long. I felt her body go limp and I opened my eyes. Horrified at what I had done. I fell backwards; in shock at what I saw. Her throat  was purple, her eyes bulging, blood dripping at the corner of her mouth. She looked like a bruised rag doll; limp and purple. I started to cry, then master shoved his cock in my mouth to shut me up. He shot a load in seconds. Turns out it is an aphrodisiac for him to force me to be his accomplice.

Master says he is gonna make me kill again. He says I will grow to love it. I won’t know by what method or when, or who but he likes forcing me to do his dirty work.  My life is never going to be the same.

Bondage Phone Sex with Cassandra: Kidnapped and Tortured

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Last week, one of my best friends was kidnapped while at the park with her pooch. A guy came right up to her, chloroformed her and she woke up in bondage being sexually tortured by some guy she snubbed at a bar earlier in the week. He had stalked her for days like prey and then got his revenge. Evil SOB too. He put a cattle prod in her cunt and shocked her repeatedly telling her he hoped he had ruined her female parts because she didn’t deserve to have them if she wasn’t going to use them. She was found in the woods, barely alive tied upside down to some makeshift torture rack.

Little did I know, I had encountered and snubbed the same piece of shit. He tried to pick me up and he looked like some gang banger wanna be. I told him as much. Well, he must have slipped something in my drink and kidnapped me right from the club because the next thing I knew, I woke up in a dungeon hog tied and being sodomized by that asshole. But this time, he had several friends with him, who were all forcing their dicks in me. I was tied tightly. My breasts felt like they were going to pop off my body the rope was so tight. My legs were spread wide and tied to wooden posts. His friends were laughing at me and saying, “who is the gangbanger now.”  They were all forcing their cocks in all my holes. After they had tortured me for hours with their cocks, I laid there, covered in jizz, praying to be let go. I thought about my friend and how he let her live, barely, but she was recuperating in the hospital now.

kidnapping phone sex torture bondageThen I saw him with a huge knife. He licked it, then spit in my face, calling me a whore. I started trembling wondering what was in store for me. Then he ran the knife across my scared flesh and taunted me. Said I had a beautiful body and it would be a shame to mark it all up; but that a stupid rude cunt needed to be put in her place. I started screaming all sorts of things to him. I said, “a real man doesn’t need to force himself on a girl. A real man can handle rejection.” Big mistake. I let my temper get the best of me, and for that I was about to pay a painful price. He retorted, “A real woman doesn’t need big fake ass titties.” Then he took that big ass knife and sliced a nipple off. I screamed in pain, and then he lobbed off the other nipple. I was still hog tied, bleeding,  scared… I like pain, but this was sadistic  and being inflicted not by a master but by a scorned psychopath.

He had an evil glimmer in his eyes as he saw the blood oozing out of my breasts where nipples use to be. Then he plunged the knife into my left breast and cut off the whole aureola and nipple. He started slicing away at the flesh, carving my breast like it was a turkey. I peed the floor, which angered him and resulted in a hard slap, a cattle prod in my ass and the knife severing my breast from my body. Blood was spraying everywhere. This only turned him on. He started jacking off until he came on the bloody part that used to be my breast. Him and his sicko pals left, with my breast. I was still tied up and bleeding, in some dank dungeon, left wondering if I would be as lucky as my friend and be found barely alive.

Kidnapping Phone Sex: A Yummy Treat

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It wasn’t planned, but it’s always planned!  It should always be planned…I think.  But, I saw her: she was perfect.  Her breasts were real; she was thick in all of the right places; and she was tender (I could sense it!).  It was early morning, and she was just running to her favorite coffee shop, I think.  I needed help.  I called my best friend, who was still sleepy.  But, once I described her…he knew.  He was coming.  Now, all that I needed to do was keep track of her.

She was easy to watch: her hips bouncing, almost, to the beat of this flavor-ful drum that I had in my mind.  It wasn’t jiggly, but it wasn’t too firm.  I thought of someone special when I saw it…I will only say that his name begins with “R.”  He would have loved just watching her move.  But, I was keeping an eye on her while I waited; and, this wasn’t a chore at all.

She was still sleepy-eyed and this was the best.  Maybe she had stayed up late, talking to her girlfriends.  Maybe she was hung-over.  I really didn’t care; but, I would find out later…just because I like to know things, especially lately.  Anyway, she talked to these fake blondes and this guy that was cute (but definitely a steroid-user).  I liked watching them, though; it was like a few dolls that weren’t quite real (but think that they are human).

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They all, of course, fanned out.  They had other “important” things to do.  “My chick” (and I like calling her that) was walking back to her downtown apartment.  She didn’t even sense or see it: I had put a stick in front of the alleyway.  I helped her up…and then pulled her in.  It’s one of of those gorgeous moves during the daylight; everyone’s either too tired or busy to care.  And, there she was with me.  But, my chloroform worked and she slid nicely into her space behind the back of the SUV.

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At home, she was so beautiful.  I really have never seen someone so sweetly tied to a chair.  It wasn’t her body; it was her pose.  She knew, just like a deer who had been captured and knew it was going to be gutted.  I had to take pictures.  I am quite obsessive with photographs, really.  And, threw the lens, I kept capturing the moments of her struggle…and then her calm.  And, my friend had appeared, just as I knew that he would.  He was there.  He admired her flesh, her robust flavor (because there was a little bit of blood that had spilled underneath the rope that tied her wrists to the chair).  He was happy; I could tell not from a smile, but from the glow that spread across his lips.  He was hankering for her…he already imagined her in olive oil and spices.  I knew that the night was just beginning.  And, I had this very nice recipe for a pussy-in-an-oyster.

Mutilation Phone Sex

mutilation phonesex karmaThey were so cute in their matching dresses. Hair done the same. Matching shoes. Even the make up was matching. She was skipping beside her mommy with out a care in the world. She looked like she could be on TV commercials or something and her mother had the same model/actress look. As soon as I saw them I knew I wanted to mutilate them. I had to have them and we all know that where there is evil lust, there is a way. I always get what I want and I never give up until I do. Following them into the cafe and sitting close enough to hear their mindless chatter and intensive giggling, I fingered the bottle in my pocket of “knock the bitch out” pills. I couldn’t wait to make my move. They ordered two cold lemonades and two tuna sandwiches with fries. As soon as they were done they got up to go to the wash room to wash their hands. Perfect timing. Taking two pills out of the bottle and cupping them in my hand I waited for the server to bring them. I got up and walked by the table on my way to the wash room and dropped them in unnoticed. I even chit chatted with them before they went back to their table about how adorable they looked, blah blah, blah. It seemed like forever before they finished lunch but as soon as they stood up they were noticeably unsteady. Being the Good Samaritan that I am I offer my assistance and took them straight home. Their eyes were wide with fear as I undressed them, but they were to weak to fight. Making mommy watch her little girl get fucked up was going to be so much fun. She kept turning her head, not wanting to watch. Well, well, well I couldn’t have that now could I? So I just cut her fucking eyelids off so she had to look. I would pop those eyeballs out later and let her girl play in the sockets…..mmmm fun!

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I am sorry, but if you are going to drop off something for me to watch for a few hours, and those few hours turn into a few days, shit is going to happen.  I mean I have stuff to do, I cannot be held captive in my own place for days on end.  So I had to go out for a few hours, I had someone watch her.  Now I know that maybe it wasn’t the best person in the world to have watch your tiny little thing, but at least she wasn’t alone now was she? No she was not.

Now you are mad because she became damaged.  As I said earlier, shit happens.  It is not my fault that you decide to go fuck some hookers and end up on a five day bender now is it? Nope. I had to leave, I needed some Mt. Dew, it was an emergency!  When I came back and saw what had happened I phoned you right away but you didn’t pick up your damn phone, so I figured why not let him have a little more fun, it wouldn’t really matter at that point. 

You were supposed to send proof to the guy that was paying you to deliver her over seas that she was all that you said she was touted to be.  Yeah she will have some scars but who isn’t scared in some way? The cigarette burns will heal, so will the bruising.  Not so sure her little pussy will ever be tight again but maybe you can give him some sort of discount.  Or give him 30% off the next one or something. 

So now that you are finally here, take her and get the fuck out.

Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: A Real Bloody Mary

cannabalism phone sex torture bloodyCannibalism phone sex is a real fetish. And it is a lifestyle for some. Some people just have a special appetite, require a unique diet. One of my Master’s has such an appetite. Today, while I was in his dungeon being tortured, he had a pretty young thing that he had kidnapped for his wife. Master made me watch as he snuffed her out. She laid there on a cold slab, tied down, begging for her life. Master enjoyed watching her beg and plead for survival. Then, with no warning, he slit her throat and watched with joy as the blood gushed out of her neck, bringing her to her death. Master’s wife, drank her blood as it ran from her neck. I was watching in horror, afraid I would be next. I was fleshier than that waif of a girl, and could imagine my body would provide more sustenance for him and his wife.

But this was not about nourishment; it was about teaching me. Teaching me to enjoy flesh. Master dissected that young girl like a butcher cuts up a cow for parts. Master was meticulous in how he filleted her flesh. He made me watch every horrifying cut. He carved her flesh off her bones and put it in a big bowling pot. Flesh stew he called it. Then, the most awful thing I have ever witnessed befell my eyes. He cut out all her organs: heart, brain, kidneys, liver, intestines, lungs… He threw them in a blender and hit puree, making an internal organ smoothie, which he claimed was oh so yummy. He made stew with her flesh and smoothies with her organs. I was mortified and scared.cannibalism phone sex big tits milf

Master poured that  bloody concoction into a big glass, and even put a straw and a stalk of celery in it like it was a fucking Bloody Mary. I thought he and his wife were gonna drink it, but it was meant for me. Master wanted me to taste creamed organs as he called it; not only a delicacy but supposedly a very iron and nutrient rich drink. Master’s wife, who was covered in blood and munching on chunks of flesh, took the ball gag out of my mouth, while he held my head back and forced my mouth open. His wife poured that bloody smoothie down my throat and so I couldn’t spit it out, she put the ball gag back in my mouth. I felt  guilty. Not guilty because I was alive and she wasn’t. Not guilty because I was now a cannibal like Master and his wife. But guilty because I liked it.

Legitimate Bloody Mary

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The holidays are always a wonderful time for kidnapping!  I took cues from a friend and got a group to stake out one of the old country roads around here.  We had our great binoculars and were lying in wait for that one perfect meal…that one chubby girl who was going to unexpectedly have car trouble (courtesy of us).  I was on the spying team; and, I knew it was her as soon as I saw the car.  It was new; she had to be Daddy’s little girl; yep, not a scratch on the paint.  And, there she was, listening to her booming music; our good fortune was already evident…she wasn’t on her cell phone.  I radioed up the road; and, they threw down spikes. 

I was eager to see if it worked; so, I ran up the street and the girl was in shock.  Certainly, she’d never had a flat tire; they didn’t exist in her world.  After being paralyzed, she got out of the car and looked around it until she found the source of the problem.  She could see me as I neared her; and, she looked relieved.  Of course, my sole reason must be to help her!  I had to laugh at her…  She started asking me for help; and, I told her that I actually was stranded, too.  She was happy to have someone to bitch to…but unclear why I wasn’t sent there to be her savior. 

I told her to hand me her phone, that I’d call someone.  She happily obliged, glad that I was finally taking responsibility for her situation.  Then, my three friends emerged from the trees and brush; it was quite easy to subdue her.  I turned off the GPS on her phone; I decided to dispose of it later…I wanted to look through her pictures as she cooked and maybe ask questions.

At home, we were able to set her up in the oven (it was too hot to cook outdoors); and, I began talking with her about the pictures on her phone, her major in college, how she hated her sister (because the sister “got everything she wanted!”).  It was humorous; and, I felt cheated when one of my friends came up to her and sliced off her arm.  I asked what he was doing, to which he replied that he was making Bloody Mary drinks.  He winked and said, “The legit kind.”  I looked back at the girl; she was already dead from smoke inhalation; I looked at her driver’s license; her name was Martha, not Mary.  I shrugged; well, the name was close enough; and, I wondered how she would taste with vodka.

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Crimson Part 5

   7 months, 29 days, 13 hours and 12 minutes. That’s how long I had been planning for this night. For months I sat silently in the shadows, watching my prey. Months of meticulous prepping and planning for this moment. I had had this poor girl in my dungeon for days. After the initial joy of the hunt faded, I only popped down into the dungeon to make sure she wasn’t dead or dying. The blood from the many slices I had made to her body had long lost its vibrant crimson hue, and was now the depressing brown of congealed blood. She was missing an eye from where I had ripped it out if it’s socket, and a few fingernail had been torn from their beds as well, but other than that I hadn’t really sone much with the little cunt. Occasionally I would go down and carve small patterns on her smooth flesh, but after while she stopped screaming and I would get bored… Don’t get me wrong, she was great while she screamed and begged and pleaded but now she was complacent and quiet. She had accepted her fate. As upsetting as it was, it was time to end it. It was a quick death, a shot of Bleach straight into her heart. She was dead within minutes, and I quickly got to work disposing of her mangled corpse. The time I spent planning this little… excursion… was defiantly worth it.TabooPhoneSexMagenta

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Blair: Bad Mommy

kidnapping phone sex milf painI decided to go see the new horror film “As Above, So Below” last night by myself. I snuck out of the house because I needed some me time. As I was coming out, a man grabbed me and threw me in his SUV. He immediately put a cage type device over my head so I could not see where we were going. I tried to speak, but that device gave me a strange echo. I wondered if my son realized I was missing and decided to hunt me down and punish me for my insolence. I was kidnapped right outside the theater and no one did a thing too. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by my feet out of the vehicle, down some stairs  and being strung up like a side of beef. I heard an enhanced voice say, “You have been a very bad whore.” Then I felt a hard sucker punch to my belly. I almost puked.

Then I felt a vibrator on my clit, but no normal vibrator. This was like a power tool and the stimulation was actually painful. I began to whimper and convulse. Then the electric cattle prod was rammed up my pussy sending shock waves all through my body. Painful shock waves that made me pee on the floor and twitch like a dead body. It was a constant repetitive cycle of a punch to the gut, over stimulation on my clit, and a cattle prod inserted in my pussy. This went on for hours. I had vomited several times in my caged mask. My body was limp.

Then suddenly, I was cut down. I laid there on the floor for several minutes in a pool of my own bile and piss, when I heard my son say, “This will teach you whore to leave without permission.” I am a disobedient slave and got what I deserved. If I were to disobey you master, how  would you punish me?

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