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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.

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!

Evil Phone Sex With A New Friend

evil phonesex angieI just met the most wicked, twisted and evil man ever. My nipples are hard as rocks and cum is dripping down the inside of my thighs at an alarming rate. I can’t stop the fire burning in my veins and the arousal that he has stirred inside me. I spent the afternoon learning of his glorious torture methods and his wicked ways. I have never met anyone that has a larger body part collection then I do. He loves breasts. He has every size, shape and color. All floating in jars of formaldehyde. Dancing gracefully in the liquid when I picked them up to get a closer look. Then he took me to his latest victim. A beautiful young thing with long blonde hair. He showed me the hook that he inserts into the base of the spine, paralyzing his girls so they can’t run, but can still feel every minute of his torture. Like me he loves hearing them cry and beg and taking them to the disconnect state when they have that glassy look in their eyes.He showed me how he loves to mutilate the breast and examine the breast tissue inside and how he loves the feel of his cock inside the breast fucking it and feeling the warm soft tissue. I like his style of titty fucking for sure! He showed me how he has learned to remove the whole vagina, uterus and all, in tact to keep for ever. I could have stayed there for ever just watching all his methods. But alas a body can only take so much before it expires and needs to be replaced.

I am God

It’s hypnotic. That moment right before you attack. That single glorious moment before you take another persons life. I’ve heard that it’s different for each person; that some people hear god speaking to them or some other voice, that some hear white noise, and other hear their own heartbeat above anything else… but me? No. All I hear is whatever music is playing the the background. It’s like I just zone out and nothing is around me. It’s like I’m stuck in a single moment of time. The little whore wouldn’t stop screaming when I sliced my hand scythe into her neck and drug it all the way down into her stomach. It was over in a just a second, but that second felt like a glorious eternity when I was the absolute power. I had control over how this little whore would die. I could decide that last thing she saw, smelled, tasted, heard and felt. I am God in that moment. TabooPhoneSexMagenta

Gothic Phone Sex with Venus: My First Taste for Blood

gothic phone sex knife tortureI’m not normally the type of girl that goes to clubs or parties. I am actually a bit of a loner because most people annoy the shit out of me. But, this girl I worked with convinced me to try a new a new Goth bar called Underworlds a few years ago. That night, that club, changed my life. The club was supposedly different from all the others in the town. It catered to the Goth crowd; more specifically the vampire obsessed subculture. I was not necessary into that, but it sounded cool; different from typical meat market crap. When I arrived, Jessie was waiting for me. When she saw me she couldn’t believe my outfit. I had on a black mini vinyl skirt, red and black plaid button up top, and fishnet tights with knee high military style lace up boots. Black lipstick. Part Goth, part Steampunk.

gothic phone sex vampire lesbian“Did you  think I would wear jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied.  At that point in time I was a tomboy. She told me I looked hot as a Goth, but no way was I as hot as her. She was gorgeous. Tall, long red hair, pale skin, legs that never ended….She had the body for her sexy little fishnet outfit that was for sure. I went to the end of the line, but Jessie said,  “No I’m a member so all I have to do is show my card we are in. Everything is on me tonight.” Once inside Jessie eyed this girl wearing a PVC black leather mini dress with black leather pumps with studs on them, torn black stockings with jet black hair. Jessie took her hand and led her to a private room with all these couches. I got to tag along. I was excited. Had no idea what I was about to witness. This room had a private bar, and the bartender obviously knew Jessie and asked if she wanted her usual. She indicated yes and he brought out a big bottle of red wine with 3 glasses. Jessie paid $300 for that bottle. I’d never had wine in a bottle, let alone wine that expensive.

Jessie grabbed my hand and had me sit in a big velvet red chair, while she laid her friend on a matching chaise type chair. Jessie inquired as to how I liked the club thus far. I shared that it was really different, but I loved the crowd and the creepy hymn type music being played over the speakers. Jessie poured us each a glass of this expensive ass wine and we toasted to new experiences and broadening our horizons. We all took a sip. The wine was thick, sweet, not like wine I had ever had before, but it was yummy. Suddenly, I realized no one else but us three in the room. I asked where everyone else went, and Jessie said a private room, where we were about to head also.

I was getting oddly intoxicated fast on this scrumptious wine. The three of us walked down a dark corridor, passed other rooms. I could hear screams, moans past every door. I thought, I am at a sex club. Jessie and the girl she had picked up seemed to know their way around, even in the dim lighting. I started to get wobbly, and Jessie helped me into one of the rooms. They seemed to both have a higher tolerance for the wine than I did. We got in the room which was pitch black. I stumbled and must have passed out. Next thing I realize, I wake up and Jessie has her gal pal hanging upside down by her feet from some rafter, butt naked with a ball gag in her mouth and a spreader attached to her feet. Jessie then bit her companion on the neck hard. And while blood tricked out her neck, over her breasts, Jessie started to lick up the blood. She motioned me to come over and instructed me to bite her victim too and taste that blood. I was scared at first, but I was getting turned on. I love blood. Never tasted it, but I love to cut people and watch the blood run out of them.

gothic phone sex evil bloodAs soon as I sunk my teeth into her flesh, I realized I had tasted this before. It was the bottled wine that Jessie purchased. I had been drinking this girl’s blood all night and enjoying it. I was really turned on now. As I continued to drink her crimson nectar, Jessie got on a tall stool and buried her face between her legs. I thought she was going to eat her pussy, but instead she bit that major vein in her inner thigh and we both drank her blood. I was new to drinking blood and went a little deep. Blood was spurting everywhere, like when I cut a jugular. I looked at Jessie for advice, but she was covered in blood and masturbating. I continued to drink the blood as it was so intoxicating and started to rub my pussy too. Before long I realized this girl was losing too much blood. Her skin getting paler, her breathing shallow and skin cold to the touch. I think we had damn near killed her, drained her.

gothic phone sex vampire bloodI asked Jessie what to do. I was half panicked, half aroused. Well, more aroused. I had certainly cut  a few folks at that point in my life, but never anyone who didn’t deserve it. I had no issue with this chick. Jessie said it was okay. We could drain her dry if we wanted because she paid to die. WTF? Paid to die? If she wanted to die, she could have paid me for the honor lol. Jessie explained to me that this club was highly exclusive and the subs and the domes paid good money for an anything goes evening. Well, I had no problem draining her now. She was a stupid cunt. Neither Jessie nor I could drink anymore, so I got out my knife, made a few incisions and we laid naked underneath her as the blood flowed out of her body and onto ours. When we were both covered in hot, sweet, sticky nectar, Jessie got out her doubled headed dildo and we fucked our brains out, coming wildly with blood all over us. My first lesbian experience too. That night was interesting to say the least. My first taste of blood, my first Goth bar, my first taste of pussy, my first death….. None of which would be my last.

I ended up returning to that bar often with Jessie. I now embrace the Goth life. I embrace drinking blood. I embrace the natural born killer in me. I am the perfect accomplice. I am the perfect deviant.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus

murder phone sex fantasies goth teenI have a confession to make. There are a lot of folks out there that annoy the fuck out of me. I have no tolerance for stupidly, even less for self entitled misogynistic pricks. A few months ago,  I met this dude who runs a tattoo and piercing place in his apartment.  I was looking to get my nipples pierced.  Turns out he had some penthouse type apartment  with a huge balcony and wonderful view of the city. Nicer than any place I had been in. I paid him for the nipple rings, then I took my top down and got ready to be pierced.  He said he needed to strap me down so I didn’t wiggle and loose a nipple. I figured it sounded logical. He was professional up until he pierced me. As soon as that stud went through my left nipple, he pulled out his cock and started jacking all over me.  I was strapped to that table. I was calling him every name in the book. He got on top of me as if he was gonna penetrate me. But, he underestimated my desire to control my body and what is done to it. I said, come up closer, let me suck your dick. Tried to tell him he didn’t have to force himself on the willing. Instructed him to feel my cunt if he had any doubts. He didn’t know that my pussy was wet because I was about to hurt him deadly.

He straddled my face and put his worthless pecker in my mouth. I mean a real man doesn’t have to force a woman. I bit that sucker clean off too. Blood was spurting everywhere. I was covered in blood. Yummy, sticky, sweet tasting blood. He curled up on the floor in fetal position and screamed in pain. Took me a few minutes to finagle the knife outta my pocket and cut that strap freeing myself, but I did. I am not without my resources. I leaped off that table, spit his limp dick in his face and kicked him in his balls. I then took my knife slashed him a few times.  I sat back, covered in his blood and masturbated as he laid there moaning and crying like a pussy.

He didn’t deserve to live. You can’t violate a woman and think you can get away with it. He was crying like a baby on his floor, begging for mercy, offering to pay me whatever I wanted. I wanted his life, nothing more, nothing less. Self entitled prick thought he could buy my mercy, buy my silence. But how to snuff him out? I could just stab him a few more times and let him bleed out like the worthless pig he is or I could push his sorry ass off his balcony. I went with option B. I dragged him to the balcony, forced him up on his feet and pushed him over the railing. Took almost no strength as he was little snippet of a man weak from bleeding. Very troll like. He landed in a garbage bin. How perfect was that? He would be taken out with the trash, like the garbage he was. Not a person in site either. It was fate.  I had his DNA all over me. I could claim self defense if I had too. I could hear it now, “Yes officer,  he tied me down and sexually assaulted me and when I broke free he tried to kill me. I was just defending myself, so I grabbed a knife and just slashed frantically to keep him away from me. I guess we ended up on the balcony and he fell over. I had no choice, he was gonna kill me.”  Of course they would believe me. If they ever found him, his loss of manhood could be attributed to the fall or rats. They would never find his worthless cock anyway because I took it as a souvenir. A reminder that no man would ever assault me again.

Turns out though, no one missed his worthless ass. I am sure I was not the first woman he forced himself on, but I was certainly gonna be the last. Hell, I’ll castrate you if you want. Felt good to go all Loreena Bobbitt on a piece of human trash. If you don’t know how to use it properly, you shouldn’t have it anyway.

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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

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Oops, Did I Do That?

bloody phone sex knife sadisticI was trying to see my future with my crystals and tarot cards today. This is a weekly ritual I do. But this stupid cunt in the apartment below me was blaring her music and interrupting my concentration. I pounded on the floor and yelled at her to turn her music the fuck down. It was some god awful modern country crap about a tractor being sexy. What the fuck? This bitch needed some manners, not to mention some fucking taste in music.

I grabbed my big ass knife to scare the cunt and pounded on her door. I was like what the fuck did you not understand about turn the music down. The bitch got mouthy with me. I pushed her outta my way and back into her apartment. I slapped her hard across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. I explained I was not the bitch to mess with, especially today. I was PMSing big time. Well, she called me a troll. What the hell? So, I cut her. No one talks disrespectfully to me. Especially not some rude little cunt. I slashed her face harder and deeper than I intended. Blood spurted on my face and I got a bit intoxicated from it. I love blood. Well, other people’s blood. She was whining and holding her face, trying to stop the flow of blood spurting out when I just go so enthralled, I slashed the bitch again and again and again. Blood was spewing out her face like a fucking geyser.   Me bad. I just lost control. She was rude, whiny and disrespectful.  Plus she had bad taste in music. The cunt didn’t deserve to live. There was blood everywhere. It was a mess, but a quiet mess. I marched back upstairs, hide my knife and got my tarot cards. Went back down to her place, laid in the blood and read my future. No jail for me because no one will miss a rude, whiny and disrespectful bitch. Do you got one in your life who  needs to be snuffed out? I am the perfect accomplice.

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Crimson Part 4

 

   The screams of fear are far sweeter than any other sound; the primal noise ripping through the throat and reaching a volume one could never believe could be coming out of their own body is simple delightful. I almost felt bad to the poor girl suffering at my hands… almost. The blood slowly blossoming on her white dress looked like a beautifully twisted work of art. I took my finger and captured some of the crimson blood and painted my lips with the vibrant color. She was pleading for me to release her, telling me that she would do anything and pay anything for me to let her leave and go home to see her mother and father. Oh if this little cunt only knew… I placed the scalpel down of a surgical tray and picked up a pair of tongs. Her eyes grew so wide it looked like they would pop out of their sockets! Oh, what pretty blue eyes she has… not for long though! As I dug the tongs into her right eye socket, crimson blood seeped from around the wound and down onto the metal bottom of the gurney… tonight will defiantly be worth the months of planning…

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How to Dispose of a Useless Carcass

knife play phone sex bloody bitchLast night some of my evil bitch friends and I were sitting around the fire pit drinking moonshine and talking about how we dispose of useless carcasses. I have a million ways to dispose of a body, but my favorite is what I call the “Joachim Kroll.” See, he is my idol of sorts. A German born serial killer who kidnapped and tortured wee ones and adults alike in the 60s and 70s. In 1976 when he was caught, the police discovered girl parts cut up: some parts were in the fridge, a hand was cooking in a pan of boiling water and the intestines were found stuck in the waste-pipe. He was fond of knives just like me. But the major difference is, I’m not silly enough to get caught and I do not kill for sexual arousal, although it does get me off. I kill for pleasure and sport. Brings me joy to hunt and kill a stupid cunt or a cheating bastard or an annoying fuck or a whiny ass brat. I’m an equal opportunity sadistic bitch.

My latest victim was this blonde whore who called me a freak at the mall. I’d rather look like I do than some blonde bimbo plastic Barbie doll. At least I am unique. Well, I followed her for days, lurking in the shadows, learning her routine, her habits, her patterns. She was a stupid cunt who hid her house key in her mailbox. How original. She deserved to die for stupidity. So one night when she was whoring around, I let myself in her place and waited for her drunk ass to come home. She was not even a challenge. She came home, tripped over some ugly ass way too expensive designer shoes on the floor, landed face down on her hardwood floor. Passed out without the pleasure of seeing me and my little friend waiting for her. Well, I was not going to waste precious time taunting this one. I just plunged my big ass knife in her back, then took it out and sliced her throat. She made some gurgling sounds then bled out on her floor. So I was left with a carcass to dispose of. I had no ties to this bimbo bitch, so no reason to suspect me. Regardless, I am still careful and have my methods. I used a big meat cleaver to start cutting limbs off. Then I cut those limbs into smaller parts, and then I dissected the torso. I had brought my plastic disposable waste bags lol. I started putting parts in bags and tying them up. I dumped them in my  trunk and disposed of body parts all over the country and city roads. Dropped some in the river, some down sewers, a few I threw in the forest… I brought the head, fingers and part of the torso home. The key is not leaving any parts with fingerprints or teeth out and about for the police to identify. Small parts decompose much faster also, or get swallowed up by the wildlife. The police may find a stray part here and there, but they never find them all, and never find any part that is identifiable.

At home I am a Hannahaball Lector of sorts. I have an industrial meat grinder in my dungeon. I throw the parts I bring home in there, grind it up fine and make a stew. A stew I often serve to guests I don’t like much. I take sadistic pleasure in watching some cunt or bastard sipping on my tomato bisque soup and wondering what my special ingredient is. My special sauce will always be revenge.

If you need assistance disposing a body, let me help. Or better yet, let me help you snuff a whore out. Life is too short to be surrounded by useless and annoying people. Don’t you agree?