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Wickedly Evil Ivy

 

Evil phone sex

Normal sex doesn’t do a thing for a girl like me. I was cut from a different kind of cloth. My cunt craves wickedly evil and just down right sadistic play. The louder you scream the wetter I get. I want to tie you up and torture your body for hours. I want to drag my nails all over your chest filling my fingernails with your skin and blood. My soft full lips long to lick the blood from your deep cuts. I want to bit your nipples until I taste your warm blood. I long to drag my teeth up and down the sides of your big hard cock before I bite down so hard and use my teeth to rip your hard throbbing cock off of your body totally castrating you. Feeling your big hard cock detach from your body makes my cunt squirt in pleasure.

Small Game Hunting

Snuff phone sexMy Grandfather is the one who taught me how to hunt.  He is also the one who taught me how to dress all manner of animals properly.  I thank the Goddess for him every day.  He also taught me how to stalk prey.  How to use a bow, rifles, traps, snares, and various knives.  He was a good, very strong man.  I once saw him go after a member of Law Enforcement with a shovel.  My Grandfather took no shit, nor were any fucks given by him.  It is because of him that I am so proficient at what I do.  When most girls were going to sleep overs, or playing with dolls, I was with him.  I was sharpening his blades, cleaning his guns, practicing my marksmanship, and stalking skills.

The best part of hunting was when Small Game Season started.  I would spend many cold months out with him hunting rabbits, squirrels, and other tasty things.  My very favorite part was when he would hit something but he wouldn’t kill it.  We would send the dog in to retrieve it, the retriever would place it gently at my Grandfather’s feet.  If it was still alive he would say, “Indi? What do we do?”  I would pick up the animal.  I will never get the smell of a feral animal out of my brain, or the sight of it’s eyes, looking at me,  it’s heart beating fast beneath it’s still warm soft body.

I would hold it up by it’s scruff, then place my one hand below it’s neck, then the other under it’s face, and twist.  Sometimes I would have to do this a few times, because I was small.  Have you ever heard a rabbit scream? If you have you will never forget it.  When it’s head was finally hanging like a rag doll to the side of it’s body my Grandfather would smile and tell me that I did a great job.

I still go small game hunting.  The smells are different, it is more like warm sun kissed skin mixed with soap, or salt from tears that have stained it’s face.  They are still soft, they still have big eyes that look up at you, they still have the rapid heartbeat, the only thing that has changed is the scream.  It is louder now, but I love that, don’t you?

Fantasy Rape

Sadistic phone sex Tony dropped by unannounced like he always does. He sneaks into my house usually at night time when I am asleep. He likes the forced rape fantasy and wants to play it out as legit as possible. I love a good beating but I also like to fight back. Ya know make the man work for his prize. Tony wants me to fight back. Our limits are there are no limits. He can do whatever he wants to get me under control and I can fight back any way I please. We never play it out the same way twice. He is never gently and I fight back as hard as I can. I even bit his dick once and he took his gun and knocked me over the head with it knocking me out. Tony makes me squirt my cunt juices hard across the fucking room every fucking time.

As You Ordered

Accomplice phone sex

I have exactly what you asked for.  Big tits, long hair, big eyes, unmarred skin.  It took some doing finding someone their age without any type of blemish to their skin, but I managed.  I always do.  I have kept her safe and sound in the root cellar of a neglected property that you own just as instructed to do.  You are paying me a good sum of money to have her ready for you and I always give my clients the upmost customer service. 

The other thing you wanted was for her to be mentally broken.  It has taken me a long time to do so, but she is now ready.  You didn’t want her broken so that she will be complacent, not at all.  You wanted all humanity stripped from her so she is more feral, you want her to put up a fight.  This is why the length of time has come into play.  This is something that doesn’t happen in a week, a month or even a year.  Many years have gone by, each month I would see your payment hit my bank account and I would continue her ‘training’.

Now she grunts, eats off the floor, shits in the corner and never ever leaves the room.  I don’t even speak to her.  At first she would beg for me to say something, anything at all, and the tears, dear Goddess those fucking non-stop tears.  If you weren’t giving me so much money I would of stomped her head flat just to get them to stop.  However, now, she has forgotten what human words sound like.  Her living space, or existence space, since what she is doing is no where near what we consider a life, is dark, quiet, and lonely.  When you reach out to her she pulls away, only to hiss at you as a warning to stay away.

She smells like sweat, piss, shit and dirt.  All in all she is a truly pathetic sight.  Now that the last payment found it’s way into my lovely hands I will stop by your place of business later in the day and drop off the key to her room.  She is ready for you to do with as you wish, and if you would be so kind as to tell me exactly it is that you do for her I would genuinely love to hear the details, and if you ever need me again, you know how to reach me. 

Snuff Porn Auction

snuff pornWhen you are a snuff porn actress, you have a deviant mind. I had this idea for some fast cash to pay the rent. I would auction myself off to the highest bidder on the dark web. I hid my IP address. I set up a Venmo account and told the viewers I had a death wish. I rambled about what a worthless whore I was and that I wanted to die a violent and gruesome death. I let men bid for the pleasure of killing me. I even let them pay for me to cut myself and do other things that would mutilate my body. I thought I hid my IP well enough not to be found. It was bogus. I just wanted to steal money from wealthy sickos. My plan backfired. Mr. X showed up at my place last night intent on collecting his package. That package was me. I tried to tell him I would give the money back. I had not spent all of it yet. He didn’t want his money. He wanted his snuff sex slave. He tied me up to my bed. Next to my bed, on my side table, he laid out a some scary instruments. This dude was seriously going to get what he paid for. He started by pulling out my teeth. When he started to drill with no numbing meds, I screamed bloody murder. He was a sadist and I was his victim. Mr. X was some computer genius who traced me even through a hidden IP address. He ruined my mouth. Pulled out most of my teeth, left holes in the rest. My mouth was bloody. I was sick from the pain and swallowing blood. I begged him to kill me. He made me ugly, so very ugly. I didn’t want to live. He carved an X on my forehead as a reminder that I am just a dumb whore and cannot outsmart anyone. Now, I really want to die.

Gator Bait

Snuff pornYou my Love, have a fantastic flare for the dramatic.  When you asked me if I wanted to go out on your airboat I was all for it.  I have always wanted to go on one.  You said you had to go and get some stuff for our adventure and to meet you back at your place later that day.  You left, and I left.  You texted me and told me that you were ready.  I made my way over.  When I stepped onto the boat I saw a camera, a camera pod and a couple of burlap bags that were wiggling around.

I asked you what was in the bags and you said, “Gator bait.”  I was sort of excited to see an Alligator in the wild, as I had never seen one. We pulled up to what I would call a ‘shack’.  It looked like shit, my excitement waned a bit.  You asked me if I had enjoyed the ride out, I said yes then asked what we were doing here.  You told me to go inside.

I walked in and there was a pretty nice bed in the shack, a sofa, lighting, a sound system, and what looked like a rack of different costumes.  I had no clue what the fuck was going on.  You brought in the camera, tri-pod, and the bags, that were still wiggling around like mad.  You smiled and asked me if I was ready.  I said, “Sure?”  You grinned, went over the bed and dumped out the first sack.  I thought you had chickens or some other sort of small animal in there, but certainly not the type of mammal that fell out of the bags.

I asked you were you got these, and you said that that was your secret.  I looked down at them.  They were small, rags stuffed into their mouths, then duct tape over that, chubby hands and chubby ankles tied tightly.  Their eyes filled with unshed tears.  They were looking up at me.  They were so scared they were trembling.  You came out and had a hood on and your ink was completely covered over.  You told me that you wanted me to work the camera, that the people who you work for needed new content.  You showed me what to do then walked around to the bed.

I made sure I had you in focus and you began.  The minute you ripped the duct tape off, and removed the rags, the screaming started and it didn’t stop until they were too damaged to make any loud noises.  Their breath was coming in shallow waves.  You came up behind me and pulled me outside.  You told me very quietly that I was to follow you with the camera.

I did as you said to do.  You took them outside, one by one you pierced through their abdomen with a huge hook, then you slapped one by one into the dark murky water.  Then you dangled them over the water, allowing their blood to drip down into the darkness  In no time at all a gator was jumping up to take the bait.  It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.  One by one you feed the Gator. 

After you were done you told me that the Gator came around ever since you started to come here because it knew it would get fed.  You asked me if I had a good time, I told you, “Hell yes!” We packed up everything, got on the boat and left. You told me that I had an open invitation to join you and help film anytime I wanted.  I plan on taking you up on your kind offer, not just once, but many times.

Daddy Paul

Evil phone sex Daddy Paul is a sadistic, evil, kinky, wonderful man I met about a year and a half ago. He wants me to help him turn his teenage daughter into masochist whore just like me. Lana had no idea what kind of night her daddy had planned for her when they pulled into my driveway. I let them into my house and I offered Lana ice tea with a splash of vodka and GHB. The first time I was ever beaten I was drugged out of my mind. And it worked I flipped right away and I haven’t been able to squirt my cunt juices without a good fucking beat down. I could see she was losing balance and starting to slur her words. I started to strip her clothes off of her and she was trying to fight back. I shut that shit right down. I backhanded her face and kicked her right in her teen cunny. She started to cry falling to the ground. I yelled at her to be a good bitch or she would get more. She looked to her daddy for some help but he was too busy stroking his one-eyed monster. I grabbed to leather straps and handed one to her daddy. And together we were whipping her body. She was squirming all over the floor trying to get away and sloppily begging us to stop. We ignored her and kept whipping her into the blood started to drip from her flesh. I grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the floor and down my basement step where I have my torture chambers. Paul scooped her up and threw her on the wooden table tying all four of her limbs securely. Spitting on her face and shoving his fist into her mouth getting it nice and wet. He moved his fist down to her cunny. Without mercy, he shoved that fist deep in her cunny. She was screaming like a bitch but I took care of that. I shoved my fist in her mouth. And started punching with my other fist in her temple into the bitch passed the fuck out. When she wakes up she will be a masochist.

Castration Phone Sex: My Form of Charity

castration phone sexCastration phone sex has a special place in my cold dark heart. Why? Because I am a chartable sadistic. Taking your junk is my way of giving back to the universe. I am not one of these politically correct women. I know there is no such thing as equality. Most men are no where close to being my equal. They are so far beneath me that the shit on my boot has a higher status than them. I do my part by making sure the men who are below shit, can’t procreate. The world needs less men with small dicks and tiny minds to boot in this world. Plus, I love torture sex and cutting off a loser’s testicles is pure torture, physical and mental anguish.  Inflicting both gets me wet. Anyway, I am digressing. A friend of mine told me about this dirty old man showing his dick to them at work. He is the boss, owns the business she works for too, so the women workers have endured his sexual harassment for years. I asked her if it was at least big and she showed me a picture she snapped of him last week. Her and some co-workers are trying to build evidence for a class action suit. I told her there is a cap on the money she’d get in such a case and encouraged sweet, poetic revenge instead. You would think an older man showing his dick to hot younger girls would at least have something worth showing. He had a tiny dick. His balls had to go. I was happy to cut them off for her. She loved my sadistic phone sex mind. I showed up at the office like I was robbing the place. I had the boss by knife point. I made him strip naked in front of his female employees. I think he had some twisted fantasy that I would make him do something to the women. Instead, I cut his balls off in front of them as they cheered.  His blood sprayed them, but that was a small price to pay for knowing their harasser will never harass them again. Now that is women empowering women.

Daddy’s worthless whore

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My whole life I’ve been my Daddy’s whore. Because of him, I’m addicted to pain and being used as a worthless cum dumpster. My only purpose in life is being his toy and hoping he doesn’t get tired of me and snuff me out. I try to keep him pleased so that he won’t hurt me too badly or get rid of me completely. Yesterday I got down on my knees and offered to suck his cock like a good little daughter whore. Instead, he grabbed me by the hair and bent me over a table and jammed his hard cock into my un-lubed ass. He tore through my tight rosebud with his big dick and fucked me bloody. I tried to scream, but that just made him fuck me harder. When he was done, my asshole was bloody and torn and my thighs were dripping with blood and cum.

Suffering Slut

Taboo phone sex

Daddy loves when I’m his submissive snuff torture slut. He loves to draw out the pain and agony my little teen body goes through. Being daddy’s victim is my permanent destiny until Daddy decides to snuff me out. I’m kept locked and chained up all day until it’s time to play our rape fantasy games! Daddy says a good girl like me needs to enjoy every minute of suffering he inflicts.

Today, he started with clamping my nipples down to boards with heavy weights while he got a hot metal prod heated in the fire pit. Daddy’s branded me before, but this time it was a whole different type of prod. He warmed it until it got nice and bright red then he shackled me up to where my ass and tight pussy were perfectly propped for him. Daddy then started shoving the red-hot metal prod deep inside my tiny cunt. The searing of my tight pink pussy flesh echoed in the dungeon and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. I squealed in pain and pleasure while daddy pushed further in, fucking my burned and bleeding cunnie with the prod until I passed out.