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Light And Dark

torture phonesex angieMy favorite saying is by Laurence Sterne: “Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other” How true this is, Especially in my world. I will lure you in with the promise of pleasure beyond you wildest imagination. I will tempt you with my sweet voice and invite you in with my soft tender kisses. The curves of my hips and the rise and fall of my breasts will mesmerize you and render you helpless to my will. Then just when you think you are about to experience heaven, I will take you to hell. I will take what I want from you, sucking the life and will from the depths of your being and making you like it, want it, even beg for it. As you go from the heights of sensual pleasure to the depths of intense pain you will feel the power of my black heart and my evil desires, Your need to please me over rides your sensibilities and the pain becomes and aphrodisiac that you beg me to give. If you’re lucky you will live to see the fruits of your sacrifice and see the juices flowing from my cunt as you bring me pleasure. But likely, you will only feel the hot, wet cum on your lifeless body. Light and dark, pleasure and pain…welcome to the dark side! 

Highway 666

There’s a little place I know where the dead walk and roam . . . a place of evil that’s trapped inside the walls. Can you hear the groans? It’s sick. I want to know what’s underneath. I scratch at the antique paper coating the places I can’t go . . . slivers pierce my fingernails and rodents bite my ankles here. I want to escape. But it’s too late. Once you let it in, you have to stay inside. There’s no way out. You’re trapped here now. Look into my eyes. Do you see my soul? It’s black and aged . . . here, you should never go. I can’t stop manipulating. Every word out of my mouth is a lie belated, waiting. Waiting to sink my claws deep in you and drag you to the depths of all unholy creation. The world through a monster’s eye. There’s a cabin off the road on Highway 666. It’s a shack I go to sometimes when I’m in the mood for a little hunting and driving. Sometimes both at once–other times, I’m a patient little fuck. When it gets dark outside and the trees are swaying back and forth, I hear whispering in those hollow logs that echos through the weeping willows. The last time I was there, I could’ve sworn I saw a stupid bitch running around out there. It was about 2AM, and I decided to go see for myself. When I got out, I heard crying coming from all directions. “Come here honey,” I called out in a sweet-as-sugar voice, dripping with the kind of evil that grabs your ankles and twists around you. Squeezes the good outta you from the inside out. Takes it, destroys it, and leaves you dark and cold forever . . . I found the little twerp sitting underneath a big maple tree out in the woods around the cabin. I took her hair in my hands and looked deep into her eyes . . . She was shaking and shivering in fear–guess she didn’t like what stared back at her.

Jagged Little Pill

There’s nothing like hydrocodone ground up beneath the heel of my dirty boot. Go ahead, lean down and sniff that shit. Don’t be a pussy. Snort it up. Get that powder deep up in that nasal cavity. Smell that? Yeah baby. LOL!  You wanna get high as the fucking sky? That’s the best time to conduct a kill. Every time you take a deep breath, feel yourself riding the euphoric wave of life on its way to the end. I’m going to make you keep at it until you fucking die. That’s right you stupid asshole. I know my stash was raided last night. You left your grubby fingerprints all over the crime scene. *KICK* Right in the fucking spleen. I hope it bursts and you’re cursed with a million ways to suffer. Burn in Hell. Did I tell you to stop? No. Keep snorting. That’s right. Take it in nice and long. Haha! 🙂 Get that sniffing little nose and keep on going. No one steals Alice’s drugs. If you want to fuck with me, you’re going to have to take a whopping for it. You were snatching for my pills, so now you’re getting them. Aren’t I sweet? Yes Siree. Now keep sniffing like the little drug stealing dog you are. BITCH. My fucking drug bitch. Snort faster! Go. Go. Go. Fucking go faster. Uh oh. That can’t be right. You’ve stopped breathing . . . I leaned over, looked in your pocket, and your I.D. says Dr. Steven. Ummmm? Well, that’s weird. I guess I did a few too many pills myself last night. Looks like I got the wrong guy. Sigh. More work for me. Oh well. That was just a warm up. Think of it this way: there’s so much more time to plan my revenge fun for the real fucker outta luck 🙂 The more the merrier. Lol!

Beating Around the Bush

I saw a young fucking brat at the park today while I was walkin around drinking. Nothing pisses me off more than a little boy alone in the park, just waiting for someone big and scary and tough to come along and rough him the fuck up. I decided to go easy on this one. When I approached him, I looked around innocently and asked where his Mom was. Then I grabbed a cinderblock underneath the swing set and swung it at his fucking head. WHACK! Yes, that’s what I’m talking about, motherfuckers! His teeth flew outta his lying little brat mouth and a bloody burst of saliva and red fluid flew across the park. It was such a precious sight, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling at the drawstring on his swim trunks and winding around his little neck until his face turned purple and his sputtering died down along with his lifespan. Goodbye little bitch. I hope you like it in Hell. I hear the weather’s great. Hahahahaha.

Kiss of Death

There are men in my life who think I am normal. They see the tattoos, the piercings, and the “rocker chick” haircut, and they call me alternative .  . . They say that I’m scene. Most of these people are men–and they tell me how fucking sexy I am. It gets their dick nice and hard thinking about fucking such a tough girl like me. Well lemme tell you something, baby. I’m no benign bitch. I have some special lipstick on my dresser right now . . . would you like a kiss? I’ve got a friend who’s a real sick fuck, and she makes make-up . . . Wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got some black mamba spiders in my basement and I trapped them in a cage. I like to watch them climb the walls and try to escape. Makes me giddy with pleasure at the control I have over everyone I know . . . I can be what I want to be, do what I want to do. If it was up to me, the entirety of the human race would become my playthings. I’ve got venom laced inside my kiss. Lean in close, ‘cus you’re gonna taste this . . . I’ve built up a tolerance because of my twistedness, been smearing this shit on since before I can remember it. But when your lips touch mine, they’ll get a little flavor on ’em. I’m gonna show my affection while I watch you fucking die.

Honey

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I hated malls growing up, and I hate them even worse now. There are so many stuck up cunts walking around with their latte’s and coach bags, really pisses me the fuck off. I only went there to upgrade my cell phone since it was the only store local to me, but that’s when it happened. This stupid cunt with her pink everything asked me why I was dressed like it was Halloween. Then those bitchy friends of hers all started laughing. They wouldn’t be laughing for long. I simply stared at her and asked her name. “Honey.” she said, hmm fitting.

I followed that rich cunt home and waited till the wee hours of the morning and rang the doorbell. What a dumb whore. I quickly subdued her and dragged her to my car. It was time for a trip to my Daddy’s farm. His honey bee farm. A place for bitchy “Honey” too!

She was still passed out when I slapped her awake. Oh that look on her face was sheer terror! She tried to struggle, but I had her tied to that utility dolly good! I ripped her nightgown off and I started painting her with pure honey. Oh what a sight. I poured it in her mouth, shoved it up her nose and shot it in her ass and cunt. There was this cute apparatus that I stole from my gynecologist.  You know the one that opens up your cervix? Mm hmm… those bees were gonna find treasure up in there! I put honey on this “Honey” treat all spread eagle like, honey dripping from her gaping cunt,  and her asshole. Hell I even shoved it in her ears.  Can you just imagine how loud and hungry those buzzers are gonna sound in her actual eardrum! Maddening I tell you! My cunt was getting wetter and wetter!

I wheeled in that screaming teen and the crowd went wild! I literally jumped up and down with excitement as this young meat was stung, stung, and stung again. You could see those winged devils crawling everywhere they found a taste of honey. Her bites eventually turning to oozing bloody welts. There were so many bees in her cunt, and down her throat. It was sheer magic.

I bet you would love to have seen this!

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The Soccer Mom

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Ahhhh.  The Soccer Mom.  The topic of many of conversation.  I fucking HATE Soccer Moms.  They for the most part are just slaves to their families.  To me slaves are to be abused, used, and then tossed aside when they are done being useful.  However, they can be used for other things.  Things that the common person would never think of using them for.

Take for instance Leslie.  Leslie used to live very close to me, her and her three little demons. I would see her loading them up into their minivan, yelling for them to hurry up, her looking like she had been tortured by a make up artist on crack.  She was just a fucking mess.  To top it all of, she was just a bitch.  She thought her little vagina bullets were the best things on earth.  The fuck they were.  Three tiny little bitches in training to be just like their Mother.

You know about my friend.  I have mentioned him so many times in my blogs before.  He was over when he heard Leslie screaming for her bitches to get in the damn van, they were late!  He started to laugh and told me he had an idea.  He stayed at my place until Leslie got home, as soon as she pulled up, he hauled ass over to her driveway.  I had no clue what the hell he was doing.  I saw him point at me in the window and Leslie waved at me.  Her idiot botched abortions started to run toward my place.  My friend was walking behind them with Leslie.

I opened the door and gave him a WTF look, he winked at me.  I just shrugged, as soon as the door shut he picked up the poker from my fire place and cracked Leslie across that back of the head with it.  The bitches started to wail.  He walked over to them and smacked them all across the face, they shut up pretty damn quick.  He looked at me and told me to help him.  We hauled the baby maker up the stairs, stripped her, tied her up, gagged her, then tied the wee bitches together and tethered them to the radiator.

Once the Soccer Mom woke up, it was torture time.  Have you ever smelled burnt flesh? The way his dick jumped when he held that knife blade against her skin right after he held the blow torch to it was amazing to watch.  When he was done there was no more Leslie, and her bitch babies were full of his cum, and full of his knife blade wounds.

My First Kill

torture phonesex karmaAre you an evil fucker that loves blood, torture and cumming while creating it? Then you are my kind of dark soul. Don’t you just love walking on the darker side of life? I know I do. So is your cock hard waiting for my next revelation? If it is, pull up a chair and let me take you back to my first kill. It was a cold day, the snow was fresh and white on the ground and the chill hung in the air waiting for me. I was walking along the sidewalk of our well manicured neighborhood when I saw him there. I was drawn to him immediately so small and frail, playing in the snow all by himself. He had a playful look in his eyes as he built that snowman. My body began to shiver but not from the cold, it was from the excitement I was feeling as I envisioned his blood spilling over the lily white snow, turning it red. I walked over to him and began helping him build his snowman, laughing wickedly as we worked. I started a snowball fight and as we ran and played I lured him further and further from his yard. In the distance we heard a woman calling his name but before he could run toward the sound I scooped him up, covering his mouth and as he kicked and fought I carried him to his doom. Once in the clear I held him down in the virginal white snow and picked up a huge tree branch. Lifting it high into the air I watched it connect with a sickening thud that made my cunt tingle and my heart flutter. Smashing it over his head over and over again I watched the blood poor out of him as his body fell limp and the snow became tinted with his crimson blood. The primal urge for more spurred me on and when I finally finished his face was not recognizable, his head split wide open and brains and blood mixed with the snow. I grabbed his dead, limp hand and used it to fuck myself until I came hard all over it. The clouds on the horizon told me that another heavy snow fall was quickly approaching so I left him there to be covered by the new virginal white snow.torture phonesex bloodsnow

Your Pain My Pleasure

 

torture phonesex angieIt is time to inflict pain again and this twisted bitch is feeling extremely wicked. I am feeling like this should be a family affair. And that it should last a few days maybe even a week. I know just who is going to satisfy this wicked and twisted desire building in my heart, my head and my crotch. They are a story book family with a sweet little mommy and a rugged handsome daddy, the little boy looks just like his daddy and the little girl looks just like her mommy. They couldn’t be more story book then if they came off the pages of a rustic novel. Makes you want to gag doesn’t it? I took them this afternoon, a lovely Sunday, sun shining, birds chirping and them in their Sunday best returning from church. Fuck me I think I just puked a little in my own mouth. Once they are secured in the basement I start the fire pit in the middle of the room. torture phonesex caulronMy huge iron kettle filled with water is heating to a beautiful boil. They are all sobbing and scared just like I want them. I slowly undress in front of them rubbing and pinching my hardening nipples and licking my fingers covered in my juices while I wait for the the water to boil. As the steam begins to rise and the bubbles start to rise and pop I know it’s so hot it will burn the skin off of that cute little girls arms. Grabbing her by the hair while her parents and brother watch I take her arm and shove it in the boiling water. To my satisfaction she screams and pisses all over the floor and when I pull her arm out the blisters begin to form as soon as her arm hits the chill in the air. Her mother is hysterical, her father is furious and I am in my element. I go upstairs for a drink and dinner leaving them there. But I will be back for more. I think after dinner I will remove daddy’s balls and cauterize the wound. We shall see….torture phonesex arm

Cinderella

Taboo phone sexWhen I was a young girl I HATED the Disney movie Cinderella. I remember my Mother popping it into the DVD player and sitting me in front of it.  She had told me it was a great movie that all girls my age loved.  I was actually a bit excited to see it.  Then it started, what a horrible piece of shit fairytale this pile of brain numbing junk movie was.  Bitch was forced to do housework? What? Bitch please.  You are young, fucking leave you stupid cunt. I was disgusted by her worthless useless self.  I didn’t even watch all of it, my Mother was very disappointed that I didn’t like the movie.  Tough shit Mother, tough shit.

That night while tucking me in my Mother asked me what I didn’t like about the movie.  I told her exactly what I said above, and ended up getting my mouth washed out with soap.  It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.  I thought that maybe I should come up with my own Cinderella story to tell my Mother so she could see that the movie was just a load of shit.

Accomplice phone sexIn my story Cinderella was a doll, whom had an evil spirit dwelling inside of it.  She was taken to an orphanage where all the little girls played with her.  However, there was one girl in particular who the doll held a certain fascination for.  The Demonic presence inside the doll took over the girl, whom became an embodiment of the doll.  Cinderella went around the orphanage scaring the shit out of the loser orphans.  She would raise up at night, climb over them, bite them, cut them, fuck them, what ever she wanted.  Eventually Cinderella ended up in a psych unit where she continued to do all her weird shit.  It was a wonderful twist to the story, at least I thought so, my Mother however, did not.  She backed away from me, there was something in her eyes that made me think she was frightened.  It’s so hot to know that I scared the shit out of my Mother that badly that from that day forward, she would never ever be alone with me again, and she got a lock for her bedroom door.  Meanwhile, I would go over my story over and over again in my head.  To date, Cinderella is still in the mental hospital doling out sick and twisted enjoyment for all.

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