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The Walking Dead

torture phonesex angieRipping the flesh from the bones of the living as the blood runs down their faces and chunks of flesh are devoured before my eyes. My cunt pulsates in time to the chewing motion of their decaying and decrepit mouths. What I wouldn’t give for a world full of disease infested walking corpses to be wondering the planet. The thought of the carnage and mass hysteria makes my cunt crave the thrill of my twisted and demented orgasms. I know I would keep a few of these undead as pets in my basement and relish the pleasure of fucking my cunt while watching them feast on victims that I brought to them. I would torture my victims just out of reach of my pets watching them become more and more agitated with every scream as they pull at their chains in an effort to reach what will be theirs soon. Looking into their dead eyes that have no life behind them as they smell the blood I am spilling, knowing that soon I will reach the ultimate orgasm as I watch them rip the remaining flesh from my victims as they feast before my eyes. There is no doubt that i would sever the limbs of one of these undead and rip the bottom jaw off to prevent him from infecting me while I ride his decaying cock. Filling my cunt with his undead flesh. What would be hell on earth to the rest of the world would be heaven on earth for me. Watching The Walking Dead each week is like watching porn for me. I cum over and over again each week and dream of the possibilities of such a world cumming to pass.torture phonesex dead

Feed The Need

torture phonesex angieI love the thrill of watching someone get really fucked up or fucking them up myself. The more blood and mutilation, the more pain and degradation, the more humiliation and torture the better. I love severed limbs and disfigured flesh. My blood starts pumping with the first cry of fear. At that single moment that my subject realizes he or she will be mine I become uncontrollably aroused. My body feels like it is on fire and with every cry and every drop of blood my cunt gets wetter and the longing to get fucked like an animal becomes over whelming. My place is so secluded that no one can hear the screams. No one can save your ass if you are stupid or gullible enough to fall for this girl next door act. I can be such a sweet little bitch to get what I want. When I get you where I want you, I blast my stereo and feel the vibration from the music from my toes up to my nipples as it strokes me from the inside out in the most seductive way, stroking every part of my body. The sensory perception just adds to the excitement of the game. The thrill of the mutilation to cum, and when it accompanies the sickening sound of the gurgling as my subject chokes on their blood I fall to the floor weakened by the strength of my orgasms. It is my favorite way to end the game to hear someone choking, gasping for their last breath as I hear the gurgle of blood deep in their throat asphyxiating them until there is no more breath. Yeah I am a little touched, I know, but you still want to play don’t you baby?

 

Glowing Eyes In The Night

torture phonesex karmaWalking on the side walk I can hear his low guttural growl. I feel him calling me. It is a primitive sound that stirs the fire building low in my abdomen. I can feel it spread with each growl, creeping slowly down to my pussy where it is released in a flood of juices to drip down my thighs. I have to get in to see him. I have to be near him. I return the next day early, dressed in a school girl out fit and I wait patiently until the bus pulls up. Blending in is easy and I am able to slip in as if I am part of the group. It doesn’t take me long to break away and I know right where to find him. In my purse In a zip lock bag I have a raw chicken leg that i used to fuck myself before cumming here so it is covered in my hot juices. I throw the leg into his pen and watch as he circles it, looking at me right in the eye before devouring it and giving me that low, sensual growl of his.
I stay right by his cage all day looking for the right place to hide at closing time. I want to be with him all night. The lights are out, the zoo is empty except for the animals and the moon is full and high in the dark night sky. I sit against a tree with my school girl skirt up around my waist staring into his glowing eyes as my pussy responds to his eyes and my hand finds the warmth of my cunt.torture phonesex panther
His dark body makes him almost invisible in the night, but for his glowing yellow eyes and his low growl, one would never know he was there. With our eyes locked I masturbate to the sound and feel of him late into the night.
My heart is pounding as I stand on weak knees walking to his cage. I know I shouldn’t do it, but I have to be with him. I have to give myself to him.
As I enter his cage he lunges towards me, I turn and fall to my hands and knees offering my cunt to this huge black cat. He mounts me and sinks his fangs into the back of my neck as he begins to fuck me like a savage.
I don’t know if I will make it out alive, but for now the feeling of the blood dripping down my neck, the heat of his breath, the feel of his fur and the fierce urgency of his thrusts take me over the edge and into another realm.

The Torturing Artist

snuff phone sexI like to linger over my handy work.  The way a small, frail body reacts to my touch excites me.  With each and every slap, punch, slice, the skin reacts.  I love welts.  Those are my favorites.  They remind me of the brush strokes that you can see on Oil Paintings.  That is, after all what my work is, Art.  The innocent perfection beneath the scars of pain.  Pretty fucking brilliant if you ask me.  I’m not the only one who stares in fascination at a piece of flesh that swells up, who watches as bruises appear with all their beautiful coloration.  The younger the pet, the more shocking and eye catching this type of art work is.  Perhaps I should open up My own Art Studio.  Put My work on display.  Watch as VIP guests catch their first glimpse of My Masterpieces.  Of course I would have to make this an interactive Art Exhibit.  I am sure a lot of hard cocks would like to come out and experience the heaven inside the outer coating of visual Hell that I created.

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Your Pain Is My Pleasure

torture phonesex karmaIt is so easy to get a mans dick hard and once that happens it’s all over but the crying. Or so the saying goes. Little do they know that once I get them in my grasp it isn’t over until there is a lot of crying, and begging and screaming!
He was a typical man, all into what ever I wanted. Claiming to love kinky, dark and fucked up shit. but not really knowing shit about what he was saying.
We were at the store picking up a few things before we were going to head out to my place in the woods, and we saw this awesome curling iron. The first thing he said was that it looked like a sex toy. He bought it thinking he was going to use it on me. Little did he know I would be in charge.
As soon as he was in chains I got out the candles. Today was going to be a burning day.
He was so turned on when I lite the first candle exclaiming how he loved the feel of hot wax on his body.
All i could do was smile. It wasn’t long before he was screaming as I burnt his flesh in little blistering circles all over his body.
When he saw me start up the generator and plug in his very own choice of toys, the curling iron, he began to plead like a fucking baby.
How fucking pitiful for him and what a turn on for me. I let that fucking thing get nice and hot (the package claims it gets to 400 degrees) before shoving it straight up his pitiful ass.
His screams stirring the fire between my legs, I had to cum. The icing on the cake was when I took out my knife and sliced his ball sac straight up the middle, pulling the round nuggets out of their sac, but leaving them attached to the tubes and placing them in my mouth.
I knelt in front of him with his still attached balls in my mouth, fucking my cunt, looking up at him while he cried and begged. Just as my pussy began to twitch and spew it’s juices I bit his balls and the rush of fluid in my mouth from the inside of them took me over the edge and gave me the release I needed!torture phonesex iron

A Book For Her

I don’t often keep my slaves for very long. A few months is pretty much the longest they survive. Either I get tired of them and they no longer bring me pleasure, which insures their death in a slow and painful fashion as punishment for displeasing me in any way. Or they simply can’t stand  the torture inflicted upon them for my pleasure and they wither away. Weakness tends to take most of them and yet this too makes my pussy wet, knowing that I wore them down physically and emotionally. Demonstrating my dominance and superiority yet again. However Val was with me for almost nine years. She was in her late 20’s when I “obtained her” I won her from a friend who had enslaved her a few months before she became mine. When I first won Val I inflicted as much pain as I could upon her to test her will. Each time she surprised me. Torture that had caused others to pass out, cry, plead and beg for mercy, she took with a glassy look in her eyes, rarely flinching and never, ever crying out. She challenged me each and every time to push things further, to find more ways to inflict more pain. The constant challenge she presented brought me earth shattering orgasms and spawned more deviant ways to torture her. Yet each time she withstood my abuse, and I would cum not only from the pleasure of torturing her but from admiration of her resolve. After having her for about a year she happened to get pregnant  when a close friend won the chance to fuck her in a poker game one night. Fuck I was pissed when she started showing and I stepped up the torture for the rush of watching her loose the fucking thing at my hands. But true to form Val didn’t loose it, she had that little fucker and to my delight it was a girl. I made sure it was well cared for because if this little fucking thing had half of what her mother did in guts and fortitude she would be an excellent second generation slave. Over the years the mother/daughter duo has provided me with many hours of pleasure. Val died last week and I have to say I felt a slight twinge of sadness, but knew I still had her offspring. As a slave she certainly was not getting buried or getting any type of ceremony honoring her life or service. However I did feel like I wanted to keep a piece of her. So I gutted and skinned her, feeding her flesh to her daughter over the last week. I bottled her blood and stretched and dried her skin. I have cut her skin into pages creating a book bound by her dried intestines and using her blood as ink. I have begun to pen some of the most horrific moments of our time together to enjoy in the future. I am naming it “Valley of Death”torture phonesex angie

Black Market Find

Torture Phone SexWell, well, well.  Take a lookie at what I found just floating around for sale.  Isn’t she just, the most precious thing you have ever laid eyes upon? I’m not going to keep her of course, I’m going to make more money on her.  You see when she arrived, her skin was just so lovely, not a dent on her.  The people I deal with, do not want that sort of item for purchase.  They want something that excites them the moment they see it.  I took it upon myself to some DIY work.  I think the colors just bring out her pain all the more, don’t you?

It’s amazing what a blow torch can do in the right hands.  I already got in touch with this really fucked up dude that I came into contact with a few years ago.  He is into sexual sacrificial practices. He even has this house, not a shack mind you, but a house, on a lake, where he sometimes does this treatment of posing his playthings in different positions, then securing them, and then pumps in carbon monoxide until they stiffen up into that position. He is very artistic.  He is coming by the place tomorrow to check out the goods.  I still have some work to do.  Her face for example.  It’s too pretty, it needs some distressing, add some patina to it.  Maybe I can just pop out one of her eyes, something along those lines, or give her a nice bruise on her cheek.  I’ll think of something.

I just hope she gets top dollar, which she should, I mean she is more than likely going to become some sort of fucking statue in the man’s dinning room or something.  All I know is I cannot wait to see the finished product.

 

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone SexLast night it was brought to My attention that I have never given even the slightest view of My ass in any of My pics.  Since the phone call started out with Me smothering this person, I thought it only fitting to show a picture of My perfect ass.  There you are, I hope you enjoy it, it will be a long time before it is seen again. 

Now, onto what this is really about, which is one of My all time favorite subjects, Castration.  Not just your every day surgical castration mind you.  This has a specific twist to it.  Last night during the aforementioned phone session, as I was pushing the weight of My full self down upon an uplifted face so I could cut off the breathing, I began to run My nails over this person’s ball sack.  Far be it from me to leave it at that.  I took it one step further. 

I keep My nails sharp, you never know when you might need a weapon, and good strong nails can come in handy if need be.  I pressed first against the underside of the thin skin, adding more and more pressure until it ripped.  Then, I went onto the other side of the sack.  I applied steady, hard pressure until once again, the skin gave way to allow Me to bury my nails inside.

He started to thrash about, which made me grin.  I wanted to do more then simply give him a cause to get stitches.  I wanted to obliterate the very existence of his testes.  I crawled between his legs, lowered My head, exposed My teeth, hooked the skin on my eye tooth, and pulled back.  The fragile skin pulled away, ripped, tore, and ended up just being a flap over the objects that poured out.

I saw what I was looking for, I lowered My head into the muck.  I came up with one mother of pearl colored testicle in My mouth. I looked at him before popping it between my teeth and spitting it upon his chest. Then I went back for the other.   This one I kept tightly wedged between My teeth as I started My ascent up his body.  By this time he was shaking, his breath was shallow and rapid, the pain was washing over his face.  I hovered over him, pressing the testicle to his mouth.  I instructed him to open up, he did so, both him and I together bit into it, it was immediately decimated, which made this the most glorious kiss I have ever experienced in My life. 

Collection of Scissors

tool picThere are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?

The Perfect Storm

torture phonesex karma1My mood matches the raging storm that has been rumbling for days now without letting up. The wind howling, the rain beating down with angry fists while the night fills with the loud angry screams of the thunder. Nights have rolled into days and the raging storm has created equal darkness no matter the time of night or day. My mood and blood is raging now too, I am restless and eager to escape the captivity created by the storm.
Finally I can’t take any more captivity and I have to escape. By the time I reach town I am soaked and the darkness has filled my heart. I must find release for both my pussy and my rage.
As soon as I walked into the little cafe I heard her mouth. Loud and obnoxious and full of herself, just the kind of mouth you want to shut. And then she looked up at me and it was self righteous and demeaning. Oh yes I would teach this one a lesson!
I wait patiently as my cunt gets wetter thinking about the satisfaction of taking this chick down a notch or two or three…
I brought a few things with me because I knew I couldn’t wait to get someone back to my place. The roaring inside me had to be tamed.
I dragged her into the alley and began beating her mercilessly as my pussy gushed with satisfaction and my heart began pounding faster. The adrenalin and the release of all my frustration raging as I throw blows. Finally I am tired of beating her limp body and it is time to drag her home to finish what I started.
I get her home and tie her to a tree while I prepare for her to wake up. I take out my needle and thread, and as soon as she is awake, looking at me through the slits that were once her eyes, I get to work. Sewing those steely eyes closed, cutting that sharp tongue out of her mouth, before sewing it shut are just what I need for on earth shattering orgasm before leaving her there tied to the tree in the storm.
I sleep well, satiated and dreaming of what I will do to her in the morning.