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Bloody Phone Sex with Cassandra: Gut Me Like a Pig

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Bloody phone sex is what I crave. I am a total whore to blood. When I was a little girl, I cut myself to watch the blood run out of me. I would masturbate as I lay there bleeding. Feeling the warm gush of hot, sticky blood run over my limbs made my clit throb. Now, as a full grown pain slut and subby bitch, I need more. One of my many warped and depraved sexual fantasies is to be kidnapped, strung upside down and sliced open and gutted like the pig I am.  My insides falling out of me; totally eviscerated  for the pleasure of a blood thirsty cannibal who lay beneath me. In my ultimate bloody  fantasy, a sexy naked female cannibal uses a male accomplice to hunt me down like a wild animal. He brings me back to his mistress’s lair, strings me up upside down while I dangle screaming for mercy over her  naked body. He then gives her a massive sickle knife and she cuts the arteries in my legs so blood spurts out of me, covering her in my blood. Underneath me she lay, masturbating as my blood drains out of my body onto hers. When I am still breathing, but just barely, almost drained dry of all my blood,  her accomplice slices my belly open so my organs spill out onto his mistress, giving her another hard orgasm.  Then with my dead carcass above her, they feast on my bloody entrails, saving some of my organs to cook later and eat for dessert.

Do you have bloody phone sex fantasies you want to explore with me? I promise to get off good and hard as you drain me of my blood. Cum gut this pig. You know you want to jack your throbbing cock off as you watch the life and blood drain slowly out of me.

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The sound of my switchblade

Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

Have you ever heard the sound of a switchblade knife open?  It is a very distinct sound. When I am hunting, they always hear it. I make sure of it. It is a necessary sound. As is the sound of their throat as I cut it.

She was breathless from the chase, ah my old familiar hunting grounds. So many deciding factors in her fear. The dark, the confusion, her scrambling to run so fast as she falls and tries to get up. She is already bloody and dirty by the time I subdue her. And as always, I catch my prey. It is pay up time.

She hides as best she can, but I can smell her fear, like a bloodhound their scent always leads me to them. I think its the mixture of adrenaline and sweat, mixed with whatever stale and sickly soaps and perfumes these cunts always wear. That is how I can find them easily, they are so predictable.

As I approach my prey, it is deathly silent. And in the quiet dark all you can hear…is my switchblade.

Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

 

 

Opportunity

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Ugh… those worthless little sluts that wander around the mall after school are the bane of my existence. What I wouldn’t give to have one of those whores cowering in fear, locked in a small dog cage, naked and cold. I found one I like last week… she was a short, very skinny little thing in a group of several other carbon copied girls. Every single one was wearing a pair of very tight skinny jeans, a poorly designed triable patterned crop top and a pair of those god awful TOMS shoes. Every Single. Girl. As a small group of three other teens walked by, one chubby, one fat and one gay they made quite a few snarky comments. Oh what I wouldn’t give to slice the scalpel I have in my bag between their thin little rib cages and puncture their lungs… or perhaps slitting their throats is the way to go… I’ve read that if you slice through the Larynx that the vicim will drown in their own blood, gasping of air as the very life-force of the body that distributes oxygen deprives them of it. Oh what I wouldn’t do for an opportunity… 

Cunt Watering Again . . . for REVENGE

I am such a selfish twat. I want what I want. Think that’s not fair? Then try to take it from me, motherfucker. I’ll have your dick strung up to the ceiling to hang like a depressed kitty cat cunt. Your left ball sack will be severed and shoved down your throat in a millisecond. Ever had your eyeball gouged out with a rusted spoon and sewed midway into your snout hole so that you’re choking on your own black bile? Yesterday’s piggy pie doesn’t taste nearly as good coming up the wrong way, baby. I warn the people in my life well enough and very often. I tell them not to mess with me. If they don’t listen, it’s their own funeral.

My good friend Jerry missed this little memo, I’m afraid. He came around yesterday looking for some ‘apples.’ Produce dealers like me know exactly what kind of rough, evil shit this translates into. PCP is the devil’s handiwork, let me tell you. Angel dust might as well be evil incarnate. I’ve seen some stupid goddamn fools fuck themselves up on that shit. You could very well find it reasonable to saw off your own fucking leg.

Anyway, Jerry decided he was HORNY and that my pert little ass looked like a tasty treat for him to munch on. Little did he know, putting the moves on me in a non-consensual way is a very, very bad idea. It took me quite awhile to clean up the mess he made. You see, I had to take my baseball bat and bash his skull into the ground until it splintered and cracked. I think I might’ve gotten a little peek at his brains–if he ever had any at all–but otherwise, I made a nice meat stew out of his head.

Then I went around back and fed it to my new doggie. That’s right. I’ve got a new Great Dane. Her name’s Cat. She’s no pussy, though. She’s a hunting hound the size of a fucking horse. Her favorite food just so happens to be human, too. She’ll finish off my leftovers very nicely. Bianca’s Body Farm is back up and running, motherfuckers. Cum at me. I dare you. You’ll find yourselves fucked up and stuck inside of a blender the size of a big ass puppy dog’s jaws. Seriously, I am one skinny ass bitch you don’t want to piss off. You’ve been warned.

Take My Life, Piece by Piece

Kinky phone sexThe candles are lit. The instruments in place. I lay on the stripped bed listening to you sharpening your knives. The screeching sound is nothing compared to how you make me scream. My body is yours, my last breath will be yours. You will take me apart bit by dirty bit until I am reduced to nothing.

I see you now, hovering over me, my blood dripping from your chin from our dance of death earlier. Its time for more play, and I dream that it ends with my pathetic life being snuffed out by you. 

You heat your knife over the candle, and tell me to lay still because it hurts more that way. You run the hot knife between my trembling breasts, I ache for the cut, but you only burn me, making me want it even more. Cut me, please, cut me. 

Suddenly you grab my nipple and pull it up with a strong pinch. “Take this bitch!” you yell and you slice it off with your burning knife… Oh my god the pure pain and pleasure courses through my entire body and it takes my breath away. Before I can even scream you slice off my other nipple! 

I want to die, I want to die, I want to die in your hands. That is all I can think about as you slide your hard cock inside my pussy, and I rub my bleeding chest feeling my own sticky blood streaming everywhere.  I cling to consciousness as you withdraw and begin to heat up your knife again. 

You place it on my clit and it burns. I can’t determine if you are just burning me or cutting it off, and I don’t even care. You slide the burning knife inside me, and I know the time has come. Slit me open baby, from clit to throat. Keep me awake as long as you can, so that I can enjoy feeling of life leaving my body, the ultimate feeling that only you can give me. Take me slowly, but take all of me.

A New Victim

torture phonesex angieShe is a sweet young thing isn’t she? All pretty in pink with her long curly hair. Who would think she had a dark side….desires that take her over the edge and into my world. My cunt is alive and pumping the juices that are preparing me to give her all that her heart desires. She wants pain, she wants torture, she wants to live on the edge of life and death, living in a world of mind numbing pain with no control at all over her own fate. No idea what that fate will be. She will live out her desires at my hand this fine night. I have more planned for her then she could ever imagine in her tortured mind. I have prepared my rat cage, this will be her first taste of what torture can be, I will cover her face with peanut butter and then fix the cage to her head before putting my three big, beautiful and very hungry rats in it with her. They will eat the peanut butter off her face taking little chunks of flesh with it. When I am tired of hearing her crying out from the pain and her face is covered in blood. When they have feasted and their little bellies are full, I will remove this device and move on. Next I will scalp that cunt of hers and pour the whiskey I am drinking all over it, making it burn and sting with no relief. This is just the beginning, I am going to bring her to the edge of life. Slowly, methodically, enjoying every second of it! Will I go all the way and snuff her? I haven’t decided just yet. But I think it would be much better to keep her alive. Let her heal just a little bit and begin the process a new in a few days introducing her to new and more torturous means of pain. Stephanie my sweet new victim.torture phonesex stephanie

Snuff Films

Accomplice Phone Sex Reagan

She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. Slowly she rose up by the chain attached to her feet and when she was completely upside down, I removed the cover on her head.
She looked so confused and tried to speak.. Then, to her horror, she realized her tongue was on the table. She started making this screeching noise and I laughed. I walked over to the table and flipped on the recorder. This was going to be her Oscar winning performance tonight!
Slowly I undressed and I slipped into the bathtub underneath her and grabbed my knife. Tonight was bloodbath time! Taking my weapon I slowly broke her skin. Blood started to drip, drip, drip…
Once it reached my skin, I felt something inside me awaken.  My demons came to play! More cuts, more blood, more demons. My sex was on fire! I looked into her eyes as her blood slowly ran down my legs onto my cunt, down my arms, and tits. It was all too intoxicating and I could no longer bare it!
Last cut on the throat sent her life spilling all over me  and I came so hard I almost passed out!
I looked over at the camera and knew this would be my first of many snuff films at my new place:)

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A Sadist’s Home Movie

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We wanted to make a film, one that we could enjoy…and one that we could send to our next victims; we thought it’d be the perfect cruel joke. It was all set-up.

The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved like a Halloween pumpkin.

I dug the teeth of the saw into the woman’s flesh, just enough to imprint the edges; then, I pressed down, the faintest little trickle of blood falling down her forearm and wrist. She yelped with the gag in her mouth; I always enjoy those first few cuts while they are cognizant. It only slightly burned, but she knew that was only the beginning. I patiently sawed through tissue and bone above her right knee; it wouldn’t be a fatal wound and I didn’t want it to be. The sinew and corpuscles were completely visible as the dead leg hit the floor. She wasn’t thinking about her daughter anymore; isn’t it funny how our attention can change at the drop of a pin!

I was happy that the daughter had quit screaming; I looked once more and saw my accomplice shoving his cock into the hole where her small little nipple had been. Returning my attention to my victim, I sliced off her fingers, one by one, with the hedge trimmers. Then, I completed my tasks by removing her other limbs the same as I had done her right leg. She was a stub of a person, now. I untied her and threw her on the ground near the door. I taunted her, “Run, run. This is your chance.” I laughed as she continually fell and struggled.

Finally, when she had given up, I raised her by the hair and slashed her throat, making sure that the camera caught a close-up of her face. Yes, I would watch that over and over again later. The smell of death permeated the room; my accomplice and I were pleased with ourselves. We stuffed the bodies into a garbage can that we’d leave outside of the local daycare.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

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I hate college towns, but they’re good for one thing: football games. No, of course, I don’t love the game. But between the drinking and crowds, it’s a paradise for a sadistic whore like me! So many ages, shapes and sizes, races, and degrees of stupidity. I was feeling particularly wicked and wanted a nice, fresh face…someone who was pretty that I could mar. She was easy to spot; she had people gathered around her; and, since she was so popular, it was going to be a challenge to get her alone. But I was up for it! I waited patiently until she stumbled to the bathroom alone.

I walked up behind her, pressed a knife in her back, and said, “If you want to live, you will do exactly what I say.” She smelled of beer and perfume. I took her back to an empty high school gym, where I had set up my toys. I tied her up and made her watch videos of prom queens and beauty pageants…as I sliced her face. I left the rest of her body alone; I just wanted to scar her face, watch the blood leak from what everyone admired. She cried, “My face…” and I chuckled, reminding her that she would never again look like the beautiful girls on the screen. I let her live but kept tabs on her as she suffered with deep depression.

One night, I left her a note that told me to meet me up on the roof of a campus building; I signed it with some of her blood that I had kept. Of course she came. I told her that she didn’t have anything worth living for and that her eyes even looked dead. I noticed cuts on her arms that I had never given her and smiled. “Why don’t you just end it?” I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of pushing her. I whispered evil musings in her ear, the same ones that I had told her on our first night together. Blankly, she stepped off, screamed only for a second, and made a sound like a cantaloupe on the pavement. It was one of the most beautiful sights that I had seen in a while.

Violent, Evil and Sadistic

torture phonesex angieWhen I get the craving for violent, bloody, evil, sadistic sex I always let it simmer. I let that craving build so that when I finally satisfy the need, it errupts like a volcano, flowing hot spewing lava over any one and anything in it’s path, creating total distruction. Last week was no different, I got that feeling deep inside my gut for some extra wicked and twisted shit. I let that feeling build all week long making the longing almost painful. Last night the time was right and I let myself explode. I doubled my pleasure, finding a teen couple in a car making out and paying no attention to what was around them (which wasn’t much since they were in the middle of no where). Securing them both to trees facing each other. They were about to wittness everything up close and personal. First I grabbed her beautiful long hair and took my scalple out. Pulling her head back I began to remove her hair like a wig. Screaming the blood was dripping down her faceand onto her shirt, making it stick to her heaving tits. Watching in terror he didn’t make a sound. He knew he was next but what he didn’t know is that it had only just begun. Walking towards him slowly, deliberatly. I can’t help enjoying the surge that runs through me as his body begins to trebble. Ynking his pants down I lick the scaple clean before lowering it to his pubic hair. He rewards me by urinating all over himself as I begin to peel the hair off his body. We have so much more to do! It is going to be a long night for both of them. It was everything I dreamed of. Violent, bloody, evil, sadistic, twisted and a screaming good time!