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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.

Blood Sausages

mutilation phone sex monettaaHave I told you that my master is very controlling and dominant? He’s also very protective of his pet. He doesn’t like for other men to mess with his possessions, unless he gives them permission to. A good example is this incident that happened just the other day.. but shhhh.. don’t tell anyone.

My master likes to have some people over from time to time, just to show me off and how good of a pet I am. One of his friends brought this guy she picked up on the way over here. Said he’d be fun for her to play with. I think his name was Rufus. It was fun, getting to meet master’s friends and their pets. But It was getting late and everyone left except Ana and her pet Rufus. I was sitting on the floor beside my master’s feet when he ordered the pets; myself and Rufus to go fix our master’s some drinks.

Yes master, I replied. Showing Rufus to the kitchen and asking him what his master likes to drink. I start fixing the drinks and need to grab one more thing out the fridge, as I bend over I feel someone come up behind me, pressing their hard dick against my ass. Thinking its my master I look back smiling only to see it’s Rufus.

It scares me so I back up and try to go around him but he slams me against the wall and is grinding on me. I go to yell for my master and he covers my mouth. Kissing on my neck. I’m trying to fight him off but he’s stronger then me. He’s grabbing on my tits and pinching my nipples through my dress. He’s being so rough with me. I start crying, hoping my master comes for me.

I think master was wondering why we were taking so long because they come walking into the kitchen as he has my slammed against the wall, tears streaming down… I feel Rufus being jerked off of me and himself being slammed against the wall. Ana looks so shock and master is fuming. He yells at Ana and tells her to leave. She tries to take Rufus with her but was told he was staying.

I have not seen the look that master had in his eyes, ever. I was more scared now then I was when Rufus was hurting me. Master let’s him know that there is going to be a punishment for his actions. He beats him in the face over and over again. Yelling him telling him he can’t touch what is his. I think he was knocked out because his body just slumps to the floor. I can’t do anything but just stand there and look at him

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. Master grabs a knife and cuts his shorts off, and grabs his dick and cuts it off. He gets up and throws it in the blender and let’s it puree til it’s just a creamy liquid.

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Master comes over to me to make sure i’m okay and kisses me and tells me he wont let anyone get that close to me again. He calls up a few of his friends that owns their own meat packing and processing company. We clean up the mess at the house and pack up Rufus and take him there.

They strip what’s left of his clothes. Then they put him in this really big blender that already had some blood in it and it starts chopping him up and grinding him. They even add in some seasonings. It get’s really messy as blood and little chunks of meat splash out on the floor.

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Once everything is ready they hook another machine/device up to it and they have these little casings. They hook the casings onto the machine and hit a button and it starts coming out, and into the packing. It looks like they are making sausages out of him.

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Master tells me they are using him to make blood sausages. That ‘s what he deserves. He wanted to treat me like a little piece of meat. And that’s what they are going to do to him. Serve him up to everyone across the world. Turns out he was the one that was a piece of meat. Once we got back home master fucked me and so good. Reminding me that I was his and only his. I have never been so turned on then what I was tonight, when I was showed just how much master wanted to protect me.  I never knew how much fun blenders were.. the little ones at home, that we use daily…or even the really big ones at the meat plant..

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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Listen To The Hummmmm

violent phonesex angieI pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!violent phonesex body

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?

Bloddy Phone Sex Fantasies

 

bloody phonesex2I have always wondered what it would be like to be a man. It is an obsessive thought the fills my mind and consumes me often. a few nights ago I had a dream and I knew I had to live it out and finally I would be a man, well kind of. I set out and found myself a cute little couple. You know the innocent, new love in their eyes kind. All holding hands and googly eyed. Sickening really, but perfect for what I wanted to do. Befriending and drugging them to get them home was easier then ever. Watching them all drugged up and tied to either side of a huge tree, I sat sharpening my favorite set of knives. My cunt getting wetter by the minute waiting for them to come to and the games to begin. Finally their eyes began to flutter and my heart skipped a beat as my cunt lips released some it’s juices. Getting up I approached them and delighted at the terror in their eyes. “Will you do anything I ask?” the nod of confirmation was not a surprise. “Will you fuck him for me and cum all over his cock?” Again the nod of confirmation. Walking around I grabbed her face, kissing her hard on the lips while cutting her clothes off her body, making sure to draw blood. Standing there naked and afraid, shivering, I delighted in the sight of it all. I grabbed her cunt hard and spat in her face. “This is about to be stuffed full of his dick and you show me how much you enjoy every bit of it.” Going to her young lover I cut his clothes off as well, again making sure to draw blood. I then untied him, naked with a soft cock, we stood in front of her. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth coaxing his cock until it was fully erect. Then I took a metal rod and shoved it all the way up his fucking pee hole insuring that it didn’t go soft again. His scream sent waves of erotic shots through my body. I lead him to the woods out of her site and there is where the fun began. I gutted him and skinned him and then literally crawled in his skin. Cutting off his hands so mine could be exposed I sewed the front of his body closed over my body, his dick still hard from the rod that was inserted in it, blood covering my naked body, my flesh touching the still warm inside of his flesh. I went to her then and untied her, fucking her hard with his cock. She was horrified and crying, but tried to act like she liked it in an effort to save her own skin (no pun intended) Of course it was futile. I took her life too and spent the night in his flesh, cumming over and over while I rubbed my cunt threw his skin with one hand and jacked his ever hard cock with the other.bloody phonesex1

Cutter

There’s something exhilarating about taking a razor blade to my wrist and slicing through the tender flesh. I fucking love to get off on rough sex. I fucking love self-mutilation because it makes me feel like I’m goddamn invincible. I’m always looking for a fight; tempt me, push me pussies . . . I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze. I especially love torturing others. There’s nothing like the anguished screams of teens to fill a room with angst. Sexual mutilation is my favorite. Nothing beats the sickness. One time, I stitched a bitch’s pussy shut with a rusted sewing needle from my Mom’s old needlepointing kit in the garage. I used thick black yarn and beat her to the brink of death with a brick right in the head. I desperately kicked her ribs in and sewed her up like a puppet. She was so messed up by the time I started closing her holes up. No more dick in that little bitch, let me tell you. That sleazy ass whore wouldn’t be fucking anybody’s boyfriend anytime soon. Especially not MINE. That dumb little skank screamed like a banshee when I stitched her up, but the end result was fucking sick. I love my crazy mind . . . and you will too.

Maybe if I like you, I’ll show you a little bit of my mutilation magic using the slut of your choice. I’ll get a big ole knife or maybe a razor blade fresh from the shower, separated perfectly from the plastic handle and ready to slice deep. Then I’ll take her ass cheeks into my palms and give them a nice squeeze, getting them ready for my fun. We can always fuck her and fill her up with the thick white loads of creamy cum that mark a little whore, but we’ll need lots of spud. Get that hard cock and lube it up with her blood, baby. I’m going to make a nice pretty cut and carve my name . . . this stupid cunt will never forget who owns her ass. 

Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: The Fears of a Clown

torture phone sexWhen I was a little girl, I was deathly afraid of clowns. I know it sounds ridiculous. Who is afraid of Bozo the Clown? But you see, my father terrorized me when I lived at home. He wanted his sweet girl scared and dependent on him at all times; so he filled the house with evil looking clowns. They were under my bed, lurking in my closet, hidden throughout the dark corners of the house. He somehow even made them move. In hindsight I know it is foolish, but my therapist said a fear of clowns is a common phobia called Coulrophobia. To this day I am still afraid of clowns. I thought I could trust my therapist with my secrets. I was wrong.

This morning I went for my weekly session with Dr. Sandage and he said he wanted to do some hypnotherapy to regress me back to my younger years in order to help me conquer my fear of clowns. I was listening to the sound of his soothing voice when all of a sudden the lights went off and I felt hands choking me. Then a ball gag was slipped in my mouth and my hands and feet were bound. Dr. Sandage was not alone. When the lights came back on, I was horrified to see a room full of evil looking clowns and my doctor dressed up like Pennywise from the Stephen King movie that made me pee my pants. I started crying and shivering. I was naked in front of my doctor and these evil clowns. I peed on myself in fear. This was not therapy. This was torture. Dr. Pennywise was hooking up electric wires to my breasts and my pussy lips. I couldn’t talk with the ball gag in my mouth. I was covered in red and blue just like a fucking clown.

Dr. Pennywise then started making me look at images of clowns and with every image I felt a shock ravage my body. It was a horrifying pain. This went on for hours. I was being tortured. There was nothing therapeutic about what was being done to me. I could smell my nipples burning from the shock. The smell of my own charred flesh made me vomit. I was forced to swallow my own vomit because of the ball gag. What the fuck kind of treatment was this. I was more horrified with every clown face. I was just getting more afraid. My breasts were turning purple from the constant electrodes. I was close to passing out when I saw this huge cattle prod. I smelled like vomit, pee and singed flesh. I had no fight in me left. I could barely moan. Dr. Pennywise and his evil assistant shoved that cattle prod right up my ass. The pain was excruciating. I started convulsing and foaming at the mouth. They fucked my ass with that cattle prod while making me watch It. By the time it was over, my body felt like jelly. All I could smell was vomit, piss, shit, burning flesh and blood. Oh and cum. I could smell cum because they jacked their dicks all over me, covering me in spunk. I was amazed I was still breathing. My heart rate felt shallow. I heard Dr Pennywise say, “Clean yourself up bitch. Therapy is over.”

He untied me, but he didn’t even give me a towel to clean myself up with. I was a weak hot mess. I did my best to get dressed and get out of that evil chamber, but I fell trying to get out the door from fatigue. Dr. Pennywise and his creepy assistant picked me up and tossed  me like human garbage onto the curb. I heard them say as I laid on the concrete scared and hurt, “Your’re cured whore.” Maybe, but I now have a terrifying fear of doctors.

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Does Taboo Phone Sex Scare You?

taboo phonesex angieI have so many lovely little items around my house that keep it nice and cozy. Things like my hand collection. Hands that I have severed from victims and placed in ant hills until the flesh is completely devoured by my little insect friends so that I can keep the skeletal remains forever. Or the beautiful lamps that I make that are lit and have severed body parts floating inside them. Or my wall of heads, skulls from previous victims that have been picked clean just like the hands and placed on display .I have always cherished my little chachkies and have kept them all to myself. However recently a very nosy, very annoying family has moved into the neighborhood. I decided it was time to teach them a lesson. I know it won’t take me any time at all to scare these fuckers right out of their house. Last night I put my plan in motion. I took one of my least favorite hands and slipped into their home while they slept. I placed it in the kitchen, in the garbage disposal so that in the morning they would find it. I plan to bury a skull next to the front walk tonight with the crown sticking out of the ground. Next they will find a beheaded chicken on the back porch. Things will gradually get worse until the final nail in the coffin. A black cat that I killed yesterday. I gutted it and shaved an inverted cross into it’s fur between it’s eyes. This wonderful trinket will be left in their bed while they are at work. Under the covers so that they don’t find it until they turn in for the night. I can keep this up for ever if I have to, but I believe after a few weeks of little surprises they will be more then ready to pack.taboo phone sex

Bloody Night

torture phonesex karma.JPGThe moon is full and bright tonight and I am out for blood. Watching her little body quiver and shake is just making it better. She has cried so much that now she is just sobbing. Her face is streaked with tears. Snot is dripping sown into her mouth and she has no choice but to let it. I am not wiping it off, in fact I am enjoying watching her. Soon I will skin the little cunt alive. Peeling flesh from her body slowly and cumming to her screams of pain and agony. I will be able to see everything clearly in this bright moon light. Let the torture, pain and festivities begin.