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Endgame

Then I grabbed my knife and used the handle to spread her plump, pale, fat ass cheeks. I whistled lowly. “Well, would you look at that,” I narrated, running a finger from her pert, tight asshole to her soft knocked-up vaghole. Then I trailed the sharp knife around her cunt so she could feel it and know what was coming to her. “It’s cold, huh?” I whispered down at her. “I like it like that.” She started bawling feebly, wiggling her ass in my face as though she expected to escape. I plunged the sharp blade into her babyhole and listened to her horrible scream as it sliced through her fragile canal. Then I smiled and began moving it in and out of her. Wiggling it back and forth and fucking her with the pocket knife. Hayley was hysterical, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and making tons of noise. Shivering and arching her back, contorting her body strangely. Blood poured out of her, all of the cuts from the sharp tool and the jerking meant that her warm, thick, red blood was pooling out at a fast rate and was already coating my entire hand. Listening to her pitiful cries, I mocked her. Feigning sympathy, I leaned in close and cooed: “Do you like the way I fuck you?” I pulled the pocket knife out of her cunt with one last stab that released a howl from her parched throat. I knew I’d nicked her cervix and it’d hurt like fuck. Then I flipped her over and took a look at my progress. She wouldn’t last much longer–Hayley was already delirious, very injured, and near dead. I stabbed her tummy with my blade and started cutting, smiling all the way. I was going to get that baby out, sever the cord, and stick the fetus down the garbage disposal where it belongs . . . but I woke up. My half-brother is a real dickhole, and made the mistake of betraying my family and sending my Mom to jail a few months ago. This dream will become a reality . . . he’s going to get what’s cumming to him–and his little wife, too . . . I guess it’s just like in the movies. Everyone has an endgame. It’s too bad for them that theirs has already been decided . . . by me.

Perfect Strickes in Red

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I hate all of the stupid little “fun” things that most people do; so, when my coworkers asked me to accompany them to the bowling alley, I tried to be as nice as possible when I said “No.” But, I’m sure it still came out as a snarl. I went home, walked around my sweet dark dungeon…and my mind kept wandering to the bowling alley, and how it could serve as quite an ample torture chamber. I poured a glass of red wine; and the more that I thought about it, I knew I had to go at least to check out the scene.

When I arrived, the parking lot was pretty empty. And, the lights seemed halfway out. I was disappointed but decided to investigate further. To my surprise, I opened the door and I saw a couple of young guys working, cleaning…and drinking beer. While I would’ve loved to play with my coworkers, I thought this pair would do quite nicely in order to satiate my desire for torture.

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The boys looked my way, and I watched their eyes go from my whore-red lipstick, down my breasts and legs that were all augmented by tight spandex. It was almost too easy, really; but, what the hell?! I was already there, and my hunger for inflicting pain was mounting. I asked if they wanted to have some fun, and the idiots laughed like nerds. I took out my whip and their eyes almost popped with anticipation. “One at a time,” I said and waved my finger.
I pushed the blonde one down on the conveyer belt; then, I dropped an 11-pound ball on his head. The delicious split and crack echoed. The brain is a wonderful fountain of blood….and he was still gurgling. How I love that sound in the back of the throat, the blood spilling into mouth. I shoved his body further down the conveyer belt into the hub and went looking for my second victim.

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He was easy to spot, like an eager squirrel dancing around a tree to get a nut. I met him at the door to the back, which was conveniently close to the pins. I took a pin and hit him over the head, rendering him on his back. I took the pin and shoved the round knob into his mouth. It was such a tight fit that the delicate skin around his mouth was breaking. I slid his body closer to the opening where the pin machine was; and, analyzed the position of his head. Yeah, that was about right; and, I pushed the button like I had seen him do when I walked into the door. The levers came down, piercing his flesh. I had to give it to my coworkers: yeah, bowling is fun. Especially when it’s a violent strike in red!

Evil Beginnings

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One of my favorite poets named Anthony Hecht said, “It doesn’t seem to me strange that little ones should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.” I wish my parents would have felt the same way. But, they didn’t. Instead, they pushed me around different mental wards, physically reprimanded me, and whatever they thought was best. The irony is that those experiences only helped intensify the darkness inside of me and gave me ingenious ideas about how to torture my victims.

For instance, in the ward, I met this young girl who was about my age. She was crazy, but I still found ways that I could learn from her. She would slash her wrists and write messages on the wall. But what I remember most is this one time that she had to go to a funeral. She was able to choose one “friend,” and she chose me, probably because most young people and grown-ups were scared of me.

So, we got to the funeral; instead of sitting with her family members, she walked directly to the front and examined the body with curiosity. With determination, she lifted her small body above the coffin and to the corpse. She opened the dead old woman’s mouth, grabbed her tongue between her little fingers, and produced a pair of scissors. I don’t know where she was able to get the scissors, but it seemed that she had a plan: she cut off the purple tongue and without blinking put it in her pocket. She closed the old woman’s mouth and turned around.

I don’t know if anyone saw what she did; but no one did anything except rip the scissors away from her hand. Maybe all the grown-ups were too busy morning, or whatever they do; or maybe they knew that they couldn’t do anything about the crazy girl and just pretended that it didn’t happen. Regardless, at that moment, I felt a sisterly bond with the girl. She was one of the first to give me the courage to embrace the dark side inside of me, and to help it grow. From time to time, she’d take out the tongue at the ward and we’d both look at it, poke at it, smell it. I was the first to lick it; and she giggled. I still wonder if anyone took the tongue away from her; why would they, what could they do with it? After all, how could they appreciate such a thing of beauty, this mutilated tongue?

Things That Make Them Go Boom

Going through the basement and spring cleaning I found a box of goodies. Left over fireworks from the fourth of July and a couple of little goodies that my friend in the military gave me to play with, a little brick of C-4. I remember when he gave it to me and told me to go blow some shit up I had all kinds of ideas and yet somehow I put it up and forgot about it. But now my cunt is dripping with cum as my mind decides what to do with my goodies. There are a couple of little twits that have been irking my last nerve over the last few months. I have been waiting for something special enough to take care of them and I believe this is it. I can see them shaking and naked right here in my basement, tied face to face. I can feel the sweet softness of their asses as I spread them wide and begin inserting fireworks in them before lighting them and watching as they jump and scream only to become a tangled mess that falls to the floor unable to escape the pain and horror of it. But the best part will come when I drag them to the field behind my house and break off small amounts of C-4, attaching a little piece to a finger and a toe before detonating it. Slowly blowing off bits and pieces of their bodies until I am left with nothing but two bloody torsos. That is when I will use the last of the C-4, placing it between their bellies and detonating it, enjoying the feel of the pieces of flesh blowing apart and hitting me as they fly into indistinguishable chunks of flesh. torture phonesex boom

Haunted Cabin

torture phonesex cabinSo urban legend has it that deep in the woods is a cabin. It is supposed to have belonged to a family a long time ago. The grand father went crazy and chopped the whole family up with a chain saw and then killed himself. It is said to be haunted and that at night you can hear the crazy laughter of the mad old man and the sound of his chain saw. Of course I had to go looking for it. Just the thought made me crazy fucking horny. I would love to get fucked by the mad man’s ghost. As I am walking in the distance I hear a faint hum. Where is that coming from? I am deep in the woods I follow the sound and soon I see the silhouette of a cabin. But there is no electricity out here, what is that noise? The old man’s chain saw? When I get to the cabin I can see a generator sitting on the porch and a gas can next to it. Some one must be squatting out here and my cunt gets wet thinking of how I can fuck him out here in this haunted cabin. When I open the door I get the best surprise ever. There is a white table in the middle of the room and a cord connected to the generator that has an autopsy saw on the other end. Blood is ever where and the body is laid open as if I interrupted the procedure. When I pick up the instrument and continue the procedure, he appears with a rock hard cock and a wicked smile and I know we are about to have some real fun!torture phonesex body

Nightmare On Elmo Street

torture phonesex elmoShe is one of the youngest ones I have ever taken. She was sitting there in the department store in front of the television sets watching Sesame Street. Singing the little songs and counting with the Count. I waited a long time and no one came around. It was like she was put theere just for me. She didn’t resist when I asked her to come with me. She seemed like she was in a trance almost. It was just eerie enough to be perfect for me. Tonight she would see Sesame Street in a whole new light. I am going to give her A Nightmare On Elmo Street. Elmo was molesting all the little ones on Sesame Street. The grown ups all got together and cornered him in the alley by Big Bird’s nest and set him on fire, burning him alive. He will exact his revenge by waiting until the characters of Sesame Street fall asleep. Then he will creep into their dreams and kill them one by one. Big Bird is first since it was by his nest that he was set on fire and burned to death. Sesame Street wil become Elmo Street when he is done. All this is going to haunt her dreams with nightmares as Elmo finishes with everyone on Sesame Street and comes to kill her in her sleep. Her bed time story will paint a graphic picture of bloody images of Elmo terrorizing Sesame Street as he dismembers everyone from the Cookie Monster to Big Bird. When he is done he is coming for the little ones and she is going to be first on his hit list. I can’t wait till she falls asleep and begins to toss and turn from the nightmares as I do Elmo’s bidding and kill her in her sleep. How evil for me to twist such a sacred show designed to entertain and educate the brats for years on how to be kind and share and be fair…..This is just going to be more fun then I can imagine, and it was dropped right into my lap!torture phonesex angie

All Is Fair

torture phonesex karmaI love the lights and rides, the smell of food and little faces all sticky with cotton candy and candied apples. It is a variable smorgasbord of little flesh for the taking. So many people that bodies are one against the other and getting caught up in the crowd and excitement creates just enough confusion to let me snatch cute little innocent bodies with out being noticed. Until it is to late that is. I had my eyes on two little girls. Identical twins. Long dark hair. Big oriental shaped eyes. Hoping up and down on one foot with anticipation of what was coming next. Pulling this way and that and giving the adults with them a hard time keeping up. The perfect combination for a quick abduction. Following them in the crowd was easy for me. Waiting for just the right moment was a tad harder. My hand on my cunt the whole time, imagining what they were gong to look like with their hair matted to their skulls from the blood that would be covering their little bodies. As soon as I had them in my grasp I knocked their little asses out. Tonight will be full of cunt dripping fun for me, I can’t wait to hear their screams as I torture them until they pass out from the pain.

Sweet Little Pussy Lips

torture phonesex angieCastration is such a wonderfully fun procedure. I love it when I can use a dull, rusty blade and make pain so much more intense. I love when the wound gets infected and my newly castrated patient becomes weak with fever which is always followed by them becoming delirious. If course when most people think of castration,the instantly think of males. However I do not discriminate when it comes to administering pain to my victims and I am just as happy castrating young pussy as well. And today I have some sweet young bald pussy lips to remove. Slowly and carefully. No anesthesia is necessary. A nice sterile sharp scalpel is not required. All I need is this sweet young victim, tied to my table. Legs spread wide open with her eyes wide and full of fear. This nice dull knife that has so much rust on it you can’t tell it was ever silver. And this yearning deep in my pussy to draw blood and cause pain. My cunt tingles as I grab that pussy lip and pull it, placing the blade on the top part, pushing the blade into the skin the first drop of blood and the scream flow forth together and my cunt contracts in anticipation of the orgasm that will surely come. torture phonesex casteration

Arousal

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I was recently asked by one of many sick adorable freaks who call me, if I ever get aroused.  This made me chuckle, of course I get aroused.  My arousal comes from things more along the lines of death, mutilation, torture, forced sexual situations, decay and all around heavy taboo fantasies dealing with depravity.  Meaning, the nastier the better.  By nasty I do not mean such cliche things such as “Oh, yeah face fuck me harder.  I love your cock in my sweet pussy.” I am referring to the nasty that swims inside the deep pools of the sexually insane mind.  Those  thoughts that form in the darkness of madness and are done with a happy heart.

However, if nasty to you involves a blow job where you release your nut paste into the back of My throat, then I implore you not to phone Me, as I am not into that type of thing and I find it very dull to say the least.  That does nothing for Me, it bores Me to tears.  I become aroused at the thought of skin peeling away from flesh, the high pitched screams of pain echoing through the alleyways in some low rent crack infested housing project.  I take pleasure in the pictures that stream before my mind’s eye where there is something frail and delicate tossed to the wolves of human cruelty then left to whimper until their mind can take no more and it shatters into psychosis. 

This is what arouses Me.  This is what I like.  This is your answer to the question you posed. 

 

My First Kill

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