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Evil Phone Sex with Venus: The Devil Made Me Do It

evil phone sex goth girlI was home alone, in bed. Not even out of school yet. I had only been getting my period for about a year. I felt him climb into bed with him. Half asleep, I opened my eyes and what I saw was not my father, but a monster of sorts. Half man, half serpent. The man part looked oddly familiar. Like my dead grandpa. Surely I was having a nightmare. Then I felt it on top of my body. My hands were pinned behind my head and then I felt it enter me. It was ice cold. I was a virgin; I had never felt one inside me before, but I didn’t think it was suppose to feel cold as ice. And it was pronged,  like a fork. I still thought I was dreaming. Having my first wet dream.

It hurt but at the same time felt good. When I think back to my first time, I am still perplexed by what penetrated me that night. It honestly felt like a cold knife going in and out of me. I felt wetness between my legs. A cold milky substance was running out of me.  But what was it? Semen was suppose to be warm not ice cold. It was all over quickly, and who  or what ever fucked me just disappeared into thin air. I convinced myself that it was all some dream. But when I woke up the next morning my sheets were covered in blood and semen. My pussy was raw and swollen.

evil phone sex knife playMy door was still locked from the inside. My bedroom window still locked too. Yet I was clearly no longer a virgin. Something or someone had entered my room in the middle of the night and fucked me, taken my virginity. I became obsessed with the occult, with demons and witches. I did all sorts of research and was certain that I had been violated by the devil. I tried to tell my parents, but of course they thought I was crazy. My mom accused me of fucking my dad, taking advantage of him. He was the only man in the house. If someone fucked me, it had to be him.

I missed my next period. When I told my father  I was certain I was pregnant and carrying the devil’s spawn, he slapped me and called me a whore. That was the night I started cutting myself; the night I became obsessed with knives and blades and blood. The night I knew I had to get rid of my parents.  Parents are supposed to protect their offspring, believe them, support them…. They were worthless. I didn’t need them.  I prayed and prayed and prayed not to be pregnant and for my parents to disappear.  Then, I heard a voice tell me I had to get rid of my parents if I didn’t want to have the son of Satan.  That was an easy choice. Just like in the Amityville Horror, I went in my  parents’ bedroom and stabbed them repeatedly. The blood spraying on my body felt intoxicating. That was my first kill, but far from my last. Guess you could say the Devil made me do it.

My period came the next day. I moved in with my grandmother and the death of my parents to this day remains an unsolved homicide, likely just a “random, senseless act of murder.”  I didn’t need to have the Devil’s spawn; I was evil incarnate. I still am. The Devil still speaks to me. Maybe he will tell me to castrate or kill you next.

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It Became Knife Play Phone Sex

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What originated as a plan to have a little fun Karma style turned into a night like no other. I invited her for dinner and drinks Of course my evil and demented mind had some twisted wicked fun planned that would get me the fuck off at her expense. There is nothing like altering one’s mind. Especially when one is a good girl that rarely drinks no less does drugs or gets drunk. That my friend is what makes it so much fucking fun and what makes my pussy raging fucking hot and dripping wet. There is nothing like an extra ingredient in ones food and drink. Yes a nice little dose of a psychotropic drug, such a big word for an evil little slut like me. For those of you that don’t’ know that is an hallucinogen, like magic mushrooms, Only mushrooms are games that youngsters play I have graduated to a higher class. (no pun intended). In her drink I added a couple of drops of liquid acid and in her food I added a very special seasoning of peyote. The combination of the two should provide me with a most entertaining evening. I waited patiently as she ate and drank, thinking I would die from the small talk while the drugs took effect. And then my lips curled up in an evil grin and I slid my hands in my pants while my nipples grew hard watching her try to focus, her speech beginning to slur. Claiming that she felt funny and things were spinning she was really starting to feel it and I was so enjoying this. I sat finger fucking myself, delighting in her discomfort and growing paranoia. And then she did something I didn’t expect but that caused me to have an explosive orgasm. suddenly she got up and pulled the butcher knife out of the knife holder, placing it against her arm she cut straight up, nice and deep sending blood spilling and splitting her skin open wide. I couldn’t have planned this any better if I had orchestrated it like a symphony.knife play phonesex2

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus

knife play phone sex goth girlOne of my callers asked me how I got into knife play phone sex. My love for knives is actually hereditary. My great grandparents were carnies. Yes, circus freaks. They both threw knives and swallowed them.  I inherited their knife collection along with some other vintage carnival items like their morphine needle. It is great to use for subduing victims, even today. I fancy myself a knife thrower like my great grandparents. Only I am no circus freak and it is not for entertainment, well not public entertainment.

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I have these stairs that lead down into my basement where I practice my knife skills on worthless humans, usually men.  Just the other day I picked up this stupid guy who thought he was gonna fuck me.  Really, do I look desperate and so cheap that I would go fuck some guy because he said I was pretty? I have zero tolerance for stupidity and even less for horny pervs who don’t know how to treat a woman. I told him in my basement was a love den. Yeah right, I look like I have a love den. But it got his stupid ass down those stairs. As I was following him, I injected him with my grandparents old morphine needle to incapacitate him. That shit works fast too. He got all woozy and began to stumble.knife play phone sex drugs butcher girl

He actually fell down the last few stairs which was perfect. I then strung him up to the concrete wall where I practice my knife throwing techniques. The less they squirm or move around, the less the likelihood I will hit a major artery. Moving targets I have not quite mastered yet. While he was semi conscious, I broke out my grandparents knife throwing collection. They were all nice and sharp too. I just tried to concentrate and throw them along the outline of his body. I usually do pretty well. But this guy was fat and maybe he needed more morphine because he was not as limp as other practice playmates have been.knife play phone sex goth girl killer

I told him be still or he would fuck up my aim. He started getting belligerent with me and calling me names. The fat fuck of a pervert had the audacity to call me a fat whore. So, I decided to practice with a blind fold on. My grandparents could do it. Turns out I can’t. As I was throwing blindly, I heard  screams and yelps. Kind of just turned me on. No one would miss him. The more he screamed, the harder I threw and the less I concentrated on where the knife was going. I wanted to hit his flesh, impale him.  I wanted to make him bleed. After I went through all the knives, all I heard was gurgling sounds. I giggled in amusement when I took my blindfold off and saw about 30 knives in his flesh. Even one dead center between his legs. I literally nailed his balls to the wall. He didn’t deserve them anyway.

I made quite a mess as it turns out. He bled out, slowly, but he did pool his blood on my floor. I kind of like the red stains on the wall, so I just cleaned the blood and sinew off the floor. I don’t really care if I never become a master knife thrower like my grandparents. I enjoy the sport of impaling flesh with sharp objects. Especially flesh on worthless pieces of shit. Are you a worthless piece of shit?

Self Mutilation Phone Sex Fun

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When I meet someone that says they are into mutilation, I love to find out what they mean by mutilation. Are they into mutilating others? Or themselves? Or both? But what is more fun then anything is to force self mutilation on someone who would never think of doing it themselves. That is exactly what I did last night. I invited a cute little thing over and partied with her till she was nice and wasted, The power of suggestion is such a wonderful thing. It didn’t take me long to talk her into joining me. First I showed her how to stick a nice long needle through her tongue. Of course I did mine first and let her watch the blood drip down my face, Laughing the entire time and letting the effects of the drink and drugs alter her senses. When she leaned in and took the needle mimicking everything I just did, my panties filled with juices from my quivering pussy. I had to have more, A lot more. Taking a huge shoeing nail that I had sharpened long ago, I began self mutilation on my arms. Showing her how hard my nipples got from piercing my arms and letting the blood flow. When she took the nail from me and began the assault on her arms I had no clue she would be so brutal. Watching her crawl through her blood towards me just made me cum like crazy. I took a picture to keep forever. Of course for her it didn’t end well. It doesn’t for any of them. But hey that is the nature of the beast so to speak.mutilation phonesex 1

Mutilation Phone Sex with Venus: Some Guys Don’t Deserve a Cock

mutilation phone sex knife play tortureMutilation phone sex is perfect for a sadistic bitch like me who enjoys castrating useless men. And let’s face it, there are lots of useless men out there. Let’s just say I subscribe to the old adage if you can’t use it properly, then you should not have it. Case in point. This total tool I encountered on the subway last week. It was rush hour, and we were crammed in like sardines. This loser in a business suit sits down next to me. He tries to make idle chit chat with me and is oblivious to the fact I don’t give a fuck about what he is saying. He actually put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him, and very calmly stated, “Touch me again pervert and I’ll castrate you.” He recoiled his hand and I thought he got the message. That was until he set his briefcase on his thigh to block the view from the other side of the train and whipped out his pathetic cock and started stroking it. I knew what I had to do. Indecent exposure equals not deserving a cock.

I followed him off the train even though it was not my stop. I had my favorite knife in my backpack.  He was so stupid, he didn’t even realize I got on the same bus with him. I sort of stick out in a crowd too. I could tell he was trying the same thing to this chick on the bus. I could read the horrified expressions on her face loud and clear. Yes, this douche bag falls under the category of if you can’t use it properly, you should no longer have it. I got off at the stop he did and stalked him to his house. I waited a few after he went in; realized no one else was home yet or maybe he lived alone. Hard to believe that this pathetic fuck had a wife or family. But there are lots of stupid, naive cunts out there.

I knocked on the door, then pushed my way into his home wielding my big ass knife. “Remember me asshole,” I screamed as I lunged at him with my knife in the forefront. I backed him into a corner, till he slid down on the floor like a coward. I sliced his hands a few times so he would feel some pain and it would weaken him a bit. I grabbed him by his suit tie and strung him to the kitchen faucet. I tied his bloody hands to the pipe under the sink. So he was on the ground, struggling for air, tied to his kitchen sink. I took my knife and slashed his thighs a few times. Big baby was whining. “Did I whine when you jacked your worthless pecker in front of me bitch,” I yelled angrily. I then unzipped his pants with the knife exposing his worthless pecker. He looked scared and all I could do was laugh. Payback is a bitch.

mutilation phone sex castration bloodyI took the knife and mutilated his chest. I carved Loser into it. I mean you have to be a loser to expose yourself on the subway to a total stranger, right? He was shaking and crying and I just kept carving up his flesh. Mutilating his skin, but saving his cock and balls for last. I was enjoying this. Mutilating flesh on a worthless human is so fun. So fun it makes my nipples hard and my cunt wet. We were both covered in his blood. I kept licking the blade too. As he lay there covered in a pool of his blood, I grabbed his testicles.  I twisted them until I thought they might pop off on their own, then I sliced the right one off, followed by the left one. I shoved his balls in his mouth as a ball gag. “Shut the fuck up loser,” I quipped.

I left his penis, his dick, his worthless little pecker, whatever the fuck you want to call it, for last. I carved my initials in it first, then I lobbed it right off. Blood spurting everywhere. All I could do was laugh and masturbate. I told him he asked for everything he got and then some. I went and got a mirror so he could see his mutilated body. I told him be lucky I didn’t kill him for what he did. All I did was  take away his cock and balls and maybe mutilate his body a wee bit. If you don’t know how to use your dick, you don’t deserve to have one. Pure and simple. I left his balls in his mouth but took his severed pecker and put it in a zip lock baggie and left it on the kitchen sink for him. I explained I was being generous this time buy not flushing it down the toilet or feeding it to Fido over there. Perhaps a skilled doctor could reattach it. They was of course, if anyone finds him before he bleeds out.

Do you deserve to have your cock and balls? Because if you don’t, I am happy to take them away for you.

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Bloody Phone Sex with Cassandra: Master’s Favorite Thing to Cut

bloody phone sex kidnap tortureI have a few sick masters who enjoy hurting me. Some of them call me for bloody phone sex too. One in particular is obsessed with blood. My blood. The other day he was in a particularly sadistic mood. You see he wanted to fuck me, but it was my time of the month. He likes to hurt me until I bleed, however he finds me dirty and disgusting when I’m on the rag. I got punished extra for menstruating. He said if I was going to have a bloody pussy, I might as well be all bloody, everywhere. He then tied me to this restraint device that resembled some medieval torture rack. There were little razor blades all over it and I could feel my skin slicing open and bleeding the tighter he made the ropes. He then took a razor blade and sliced my clit and one of my pussy lips right off. He said, “You are just a stupid, nasty cunt. You don’t deserve pleasure, just pain.” He then made slices of all my body. Master knew how to make me bleed all over without killing me. He want me to hurt. And I did. I could feel myself getting aroused however by the feeling of my crimson hot sticky blood running down my thighs. Master was not pleased. He took that razor blade and sliced off each nipple. He dangled them in my face and said, “Now your big ass titties are as worthless as you.” He then forced them in my mouth. I wanted to gag and puke. How disgusting to be forced to swallow your own nipples.

bloody phone sex submissive tortureMaster sliced just about every inch of my body. He eventually put a ball gag in my mouth to stop my whimpering. I could smell my blood. I was getting cold and starting to shiver when he left the room. The blood was running out of my gashes faster than in the past. I was afraid he was so pissed this time, he might actually allow me to bleed out. He has gotten close in the past, but always spares my life because as he says, “If I kill you, where am I gonna find such a hot bloody worthless bitch to cut up?” You see, I am Master’s favorite thing to slice and cut. Will I become yours? Bloody phone sex can get us both off.

And Then He Said “Let There Be Torture”

torture phonesex angieTHESE ARE MY EARLIEST MEMORIES.

THE ONES THAT MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY.

In the beginning we were a happy family. Mommy gave birth to me and Daddy was in love with his sweet little Princess. Daddy got so jealous of Mommy giving me all the attention. Every time he looked at her with me he would see red. I was his, he made me. He would sneak in my room at  night and stand over my crib, looking at me with longing, his cock would grow until it ached. He had no choice, he had to pull his cock out and jerk his dick spewing his cum all over my little body, scooping it up with his fingers and feeding my eager young mouth. He would close his eyes and imagine my little mouth sucking the tip of his cock the way it was sucking the tips of his fingers.
One night after fucking Mommy with visions of his Princess in his head, his dark desires came bubbling to the surface. Something in Daddy snapped that night that changed both of our paths in life.
Daddy took me from my crib and showed Mommy how he loved his Princess every night since I was brought home from the hospital.  Her screaming and crying just fueled the fire with in him. She was out of her mind questioning how he could do that to me. How dare she question him? How dare she insist that I was hers and not his?
He bound her to the bed and made me watch as he tortured her. He fucked her until she screamed from the pain and then lifted his knife high in the air. The sparkles from the light were so pretty as they glistened off the blade. And then it came down and sunk into her soft belly. When it came back out it was a bright red the blood dripping down on to her body. Daddy made me lick it before making me watch again as he repeated the process twice more before ramming his hard dick deep inside one of her gaping holes. Ramming harder and faster as he repeated over and over how much he loved me and how I was his Princess, no one else’s, his and all his.
Then Daddy stuck his thumbs in her wounds and ripped her flesh wide open, her eyes grew wide and were staring into space. I know now that was from shock. He picked me up and let me sit in her abdomen as he continues to fuck her, covering me with his cum from inside her cunt.
Finally he grabbed her head by the hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to the beautiful blade. In on swift motion he severed her head and held it over my open mouth, urging me to drink her life blood.
From that point on, I never knew which Daddy I would wake up to. One Daddy kept me locked in the dungeon. he loved to torture me for being a whore like my Mommy. he could see her in me. In my eyes, in my features. He hated that slut and wanted to cause her as much pain as he could.
The other Daddy pampered and spoiled me. As long as I was his accomplice, going and getting pretty little things for him and helping him torture them. He would shower me with love and affection and my every desire was met.
Daddy is long gone. But I still have the house and the dungeon and the desire to torture.
Thank You Daddy,
Your Dark Princess~~Angie

Slow, Painful, Violent Phone Sex

violent phonesex karmaAll dressed in black. It matches my mood and fits me, don’t you think? I am in a particularly ruthless mood this afternoon. You laugh and say that I can’t get any more fucked up, my cunt growing wet with each violent thought that passes through my head. Culminating into the fruition of my dark, demented thoughts. My orgasms are so much stronger when I am acting out the things that float to the top of my dark and stormy thoughts. Tonight it is going to be exceptionally violent. I want several pretty things and decapitation is what I long for tonight. I want to take them apart slowly. Cutting off the smallest body parts first. Like the nose, ears, lips, and the nipples. I need to take things really slow, cutting where just enough blood is shed to make my cunt ache for more. I need the agonizing tease of blood building and heightening my desire to explode. By the time the last breath escapes the bleeding hole that once was their lips, I will have so much sexual frustration built up that I will erupt, Cum spewing from my cunt in long flowing spurts, my body racked with tremors making it imposable to stand. I will fall into the discarded pile of human flesh that was once beautiful, young and innocent  women. I will lay there convulsing in waves of orgasmic spasms, covered in their blood and flesh. Glorious spasms that  reflect the violent spasms or their last minutes.  I appreciate their sacrifice to satisfy my insatiable desire for blood, pain and lust.

Violent Phone Sex with Venus: Bloody Acts of Violence

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Violent phone sex really gets me off. I guess you could say I am prone to violent tendencies. Vanilla is not my thing, never has been. I was fucking Wednesday Adams as a wee one. I wanted to play with knives not dolls. Now the only dolls I wanna play with are the living breathing kind, but they never stay like that for long. All ages, both genders, all races…I am an equal opportunity violent offender.

Just the other day I was feeling all bitchy and sadistic, well more so than usual. I let myself in to this old farmhouse where I knew a middle aged couple lived. They reminded me of my parents. I hated my parents. The woman was home alone. I decided to butcher her first so that her husband would come home to find her bloody, dismembered body all throughout the house.  She was easy to take too, barely put up a fight. Kind of no fun. But I had fun with my massive knife collection cutting off body parts and leaving a trail for dear old husband to find. I started at the front door with a hand, and ended in the bathroom with her head.

violent phone sex knife playI relaxed in the old claw foot bathtub, with my favorite knife and her head, covered in blood and waited for Dad to come home. I heard the screams, the tears, the footsteps following my bloody presents. When he entered the bathroom, I bolted up from the tub wielding my knife, covered in wifey’s blood and went Lizzy Borden on his ass. He got 50 whacks, 50 deadly, violent whacks. I was covered in even more blood now and it was intoxicating. Blood, death, pain, violence are all aphrodisiacs to me.  As I laid there in a pool of blood, I rubbed my clit hard. I came, gathered up my knives, cleaned up any evidence that could lead back to me, and headed home. See, random acts of violence perplex the authorities. They always think a family member responsible. But, sometimes violent acts are just committed by random strangers like me in need of a good hard cum.

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Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: There is More Than One Way to Skin a Cat

knife play phone sex goth girl mutilateThere is more than one way to skin a cat as the saying goes. And for me, there is more than one way to skin a useless piece of shit. But my favorite is the dorsal incision. It is an ancient medical practice of circumcision, but I apply it to the entire body to skin a POS alive. It is slow and painful because I do not believe in numbing the body. The point is to feel pain, to feel your skin tearing from your body. For the dorsal incision, I start with the POS lying on his back or hanging upside down and start my incision several inches from the armpits in the center of the chest and cut down the center of the chest cavity, stopping right above the pelvis. Then flip the body and do the same down the spine. I always use a scalpel blade, which is sharp as a razor. This provides a nice clean cut, tears the flesh smoothly and evenly. Just takes a steady hand and a hell of a lot of patience. Because I got to pull the flesh from the rib cage and off the back. Pulling the skin away from the center.

After the main incision is complete, and the flesh is off the torso, I move to the legs. I start at the feet, working the scalpel blade up along the outside of the leg and then the inside. This provides two flaps of sort for which I can pull the skin off. It takes patience to keep separating the skin from the leg until all the skin is removed around each leg leaving the arms, sex organs and face to skin later. The key is to go slow and keep working the skin away from the body. That scalpel will tear the flesh well and get it to a point that it’s like peeling the skin off a piece of fruit.

knife play phone sex sadistic accomplice Once the skin is off the body, I move to the face, I take my scalpel, and make a slice along the gum line. I start in the rear of the mouth, and work forward on the lower jaw. After I have made this cut, I start at the front of the lower lip and skin the whole lower jaw area back to the corner of the mouth so that the skin is free from the skeleton. Giving a Joker like appearance. Repeat for the upper jaw. Now the fun part. I return to the neck area, and pull the skin over the skull. I grab the skin like a rope, just in front of the nose, and keep pressure on the skin as I work the skin toward the nose. I then start to cut around the scalp line and around the ears. Once I have skinned around the ears, I pull the flesh back towards the eyes. I have to put my finger inside the eyelid, and pull forward as I skin. I slice through the membrane on the back of the eye, and cut slowly until the skin around the eye is free from the orbits. Then I pull the loose flesh off like a mask toward the nose. You have to work from the bottom to the nose, then form the scalp to the nose. Then I stick my fingers in the nose and scrape the skin off if it doesn’t just peel off easily.

I try to peel the skin off evenly, but I am not a pro yet so sometimes its messy and I take a huge hunk of flesh or tissue with me. Ooops me bad. Once the skin is off the torso, legs and face, I can focus on the worthless pecker. This is the easy part. I make a single incision along the upper length of the foreskin from the tip to the corona, exposing the glans, then I peel away the flesh. But because I am a sadistic, I then cut off the penis and testicles and stuff them in the POS’s mouth. Sometimes I will salt the skin and try to tan it like the hide of  cow because I can. Sometimes I am lazy too and use a bone saw to sever off the feet and the hands, making it easier to pull the skin of the limbs.

Regardless of how you skin your victim, make sure you have plenty of sharp knives and a knife sharpener as flesh and bones will dull even the best knife money can buy. And never do it in your house. It is messy and the screams of your victim will alert the neighbors. I’m still practicing my methods as I am a novice butcher still. But I enrolled in taxidermy school to learn more ways of skinning a POS. Seeing a skinned body for some reason gets my cunt all wet.

Wanna help me find worthless pieces of shit to skin? Or maybe I can practice on you. Or at least castrate you? Few guys deserve their cock and balls anyway.