Taboo phone sex stories are something I have in abundance. As a druggy whore, I’ve sold myself to the devil for a fix a hundred times over. Last week, I was held captive for several days as a sex slave. Chained, collared and kept naked in the basement to a group of Meth makers. They are the worse. Mean sons of bitches. Horny 24/7 too. I was traded for drugs. One of my coke dealers wanted some meth to sell too and I had no money to pay for coke, so I was given to these redneck Meth heads for trade. The house was some old farm in a rural part of the state. I shit you not, they were missing a bunch of teeth and had the worst hygiene. They used me as their toilet as well as their punching bag. Their cocks were disgusting. Covered in scabs, dirty and smelly. Pretty sure one had crabs. For days, I only drank cum and piss. They skull fucked me, ass fucked me, burned me with cigarettes and slapped me around. They were animals. Filthy, vile animals but they kept reminding me that even they were better than a strung out whore like me.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
Taboo Phone Sex Stories
I got a new pet
I found this little bitch wandering around late last night all by herself, she was drunk as hell and could barely walk so I just picked her up and took her to my car. When she woke up she was naked and chained to the wall, I told her that she was my pet now and that she had better learn real quick to obey… or she would quickly die. Honestly I think this whore has been a slave before because it only took a few beatings to get her to do whatever I want! She follows me around wherever I go and does whatever I tell her to do… no matter how painful or degrading it is for her. Today she is getting ready for her first big gang bang, she’s going to take 100 men today… even if it kills her in the end. She doesn’t know that yet of course, she thinks there will only be a few men here and that once she does this I will let her go… she doesn’t know that the only way she’s leaving here is in a body bag!
Torture Sex Death
Torture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine. I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.
Accomplice Phone Sex w/ Evil Goddess Gray
Your Evil Goddess of accomplice phone sex loves when you grovel at my feet begging for my attention. You beg me to use you and your petty little mind fails to understand that you will NOT survive my attention. As a sadistic phone sex seductress it is imperative that I get off on the torment of useless men.
Feeling sorry for your pathetic ass I decided to be humored by your presence and demanded that you undress for me. I needed to see if you were worthy in other ways… unfortunately, you are not. I barely was able to contain myself in my laughter when I saw that your fucking male member was as useless as you and immediately took a butcher knife to it. Your horror and shock turned me on so fucking much but not nearly as much as your screams and the blood. Oh the Blood! I was ecstatic in how fucking much a lacerated penis can bleed and lapped up that deep red sustenance that fuels my need to fuck.
Sadly, you bleed out and lose consciousness as I tried to force you to watch as my big beastly monster with a massive 16″ cock is fucking my cunt into pure ecstasy. My beast eats severed cocks like a delicacy as it truly is a total aphrodisiac for him, and in turn I get the kind of fucking I need to fuel my evil ways. His demon seed pours inside of me empowering me with it’s magical essence, it is my addiction.
Peeping Tom
I’m home all alone, walking around my house in panties and nothing else. I have the blinds open, and you’re peering through my window. You’re salivating at the sight of my big tits. I don’t know that you’re watching me, and I don’t know that I left the back door open. When I lay back on the sofa and spread my legs you can’t handle seeing my wet pussy. You burst through the back door and I scream. You pull me by my hair forcing me to my knees and shove your hard dick into my mouth. I gag when you hold the back of my head and brutally fuck my face. When you make me put my face to the floor and my ass in the air I scream for someone to help me. But no one comes and you push your throbbing hard cock into tight asshole. You pump my ass with powerful thrust and I scream in agony. You grip my hair and pull my head back so hard I think my neck is going to snap. You tear my tight ass hole and I faint to escape the pain, then suddenly I feel you warm cum filling my asshole. And just like that, you leave and I breath a sigh of relief.
Can I Please Get In
My drug addict boyfriend makes me walk the streets and sell my pussy. If I don’t come home with a purse full of money he beats my ass. Please pull over and let me in your car. I’ll let you do anything to me, beat me, piss or shit on me. I’ll never tell you no. You can have any hole you want. Fuck me like you hate me. Call me a nigger bitch, I deserve it. Don’t send me home with money for my boyfriend. He’s so mean when he can’t get high. I promise I’ll be so good to you, if you pay to spend a little time with me. The last time I went home broke my man made me get naked and beat me with a thick leather belt. He whip me with that belt for over 20 minutes until he was out of breath, he left welts all over my body. I can’t go through that again.
Wet Flesh and A Leather Belt
My man was pissed last night, I didn’t make enough money hooking to satisfy his crack addiction. I walked around the city in pouring rain, men don’t really like to open their car doors and windows when it’s raining. I came home fearfully with $40. At first he didn’t say much when I handed him the cash, he told me to get out of my wet clothes and take a hot shower. Relief flooded my body and I relaxed as I went up the stairs. I was in the shower enjoying the hot water warming my cold body. But I should have known better…
Suddenly my man pulled the shower curtain back and hit may naked, wet body with his leather belt. I cowered down in the tub, covering my flesh with my arms and hands as he hit me over and over again. I knew then way he wanted me to take a shower, wet flesh and his leather belt cause more pain. He hit me over and over again until his arm got tired.
“Get up bitch and make me something to eat”, he coldly demanded.
Week One of the Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony
The new guy I am seeing is one sadistic fucker. He likes to torture fat women and teach them about being gluttonous pigs. After all his depraved activities he loves to fuck me hard and deep. Maybe it’s all the buildup while he tortures, I am not really sure how his mind works.
He targeted this monster fat ass he found online. She weighed close to 700 pounds and he was trying to figure out get to her. There was no way we would get this cow out of her house so we decided to go to her.
The night of his set up for torture we went to the obese woman’s house and poured a drug onto the air conditioner sticking out of the shitty houses window. The coughing started in the fat woman’s room; she and her man friend were asleep. We loaded the man into his trunk and I drove him out to the middle of nowhere so my new guy could get started.
First he goes to the kitchen and gathers supplies from the victim’s house. He grabbed a garbage bag, clean up supplies etc. This time he put a frying pan on the stove and turned theheat on to low, to warm up the pan he said, but I wasn’t exactly sure why.
He started to let the huge woman wake up. It wasn’t as if she could run away…she’s trapped in her own body. He took out a pair of gloves and a scalpel. He began to cut open her belly very gracefully. Making sure to only remove fat, the woman started screaming at the top of her lungs. He took the urine padding that was soiled inthe garbage and shoved it in her mouth. He went back to cutting a fillet. Once he had a nice slab off, he set it on a plate and walked to the kitchen. He took grabbed the large prong fork and slapped the piece into the cast iron skillet. It smelled horrible, searing flesh and fat. He tended to it like it was a steak, salting and turning it when it was done on one side. When it looked…cooked? He put it back on the plate and walked back into the cow’s room. She was clearly weeping uncontrollably with that urine pad in her mouth. He laughed and said “So, you are ok with letting your body go and being a useless member of society? Well I think we are going to reduce your foot print on the earth today.” He took a steak knife and a fork and stabbed into the flap of fat he had cut from her and cooked. It smelled rancid, but he grabbed the pad out of her mouth, squeezed her jaw as much as he could get his hands around and started making her eat her own cooked fat.
To be continued…..
Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins
As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.
Torture sex in the church
Torture sex in the local church, sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon, right? Well that’s exactly what I did yesterday, I waited until services were started and I locked all the doors so that no one would be able to escape. Then my friends and I took them all hostage and forced them to do all kinds of fucked up shit! I led all the little ones up to the altar and forced them to kneel in front of their preacher, they were terrified and crying and just seeing that had me wet as fuck! I forced the preacher to pull out his cock, he tried to protest but he was already rock hard so it was definitely a token protest at best. He looked eager to get as many of them sucking his dick as possible and trust me, his congregation could definitely tell. They stopped grumbling at us and started getting pissed at their preacher instead. They were calling for his blood after watching him fuck all those little faces! I let them take him and they tore him to pieces, they never even noticed when we slipped out!