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The Gift

You dressed me up in lingerie and let me put on some makeup – just enough to make me look pretty and cover the bruises on my face. You kept looking at me like something was missing. You kept mumbling under your breath about a special night for your friend, Matt. My head was spinning as you sprayed perfume all over my body. Then you grabbed me by the cheeks and put your angry face right up to mine. You told me I would do as you tell me to and that tonight I was to be a gift for a friend of yours.
A gift? You let go of my face and continued to stare at me like you were puzzled. Then I saw a lightbulb go off behind your eyes and you went to the drawer and pulled out some ribbon. You came back to me and tied it around my neck – in a beautiful bow. You smiled, pleased at yourself for making me the perfect “gift”. You told me to put my heels on and get in the bed to wait for Matt. I always do as I am told, so I climbed up on the bed and laid back, dressed and ready for whatever came next.

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You opened the door, and in came a boy, so young I thought. You hugged him and told him Happy Birthday. He glanced over at me on the bed and his grin became evil. Suddenly he didn’t look so innocent anymore. You told me that today is Matt’s 18th birthday and that I am his present. Matt will be my Master tonight, and I could see his cock grow in his pants. You stepped aside and Matt climbed on top of me in the bed. His hard cock brushed my legs as he immediately spread my legs and began fingering me with fury.
You stood and watched as Matt fucked me mercilessly for hours. He was young, but ruthless with his hands and cock. He fucked me raw in my ass and pussy and came all over my face. My makeup was ruined, and my lingerie ripped to shreds by the time he was finished. The only thing left intact was the pretty bow around my neck. Matt thanked you and left the room. You climbed on top of my cum soaked body, and grabbed ahold of the ribbon. You began to pull it tight and I couldn’t breathe. Your use for me was over, and as my vision blurred and I choked for air, the last thing I ever saw was that evil grin of yours.  

Bloody phone sex with Toni: Bathtime

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Whenever my bathtub is full of blood I’m a very happy girl. I like to treat myself to a nice warm blood bath about one a month, sometimes more if I can. It doesn’t always take more than one victim to fill the tub, it’s just more fun if there’s more. I guess I never grew out of playing with my toys in the bath because it’s seriously one of my favorite things. Nothing beats bringing a scared little bitch home, slitting her throat and filling your bathtub with her blood. Usually, I keep the second victim alive and let them watch the show. Obviously, I don’t keep them alive to entertain them.bloody phone sex No one likes taking a cold bath so I keep the second victim around to keep my bath warm. They’re very unlucky too bloody phone sexbecause their deaths are never as quick as the ones they witness. In order to keep my blood bath warm for a longer period of time I have to bleed them slowly. Sometimes I start with the wrists, other times I get more creative, but either way they die before it’s over.bloody phone sex
The blood baths started to get boring so lately I’ve changed it up a bit. Everyone knows that a bath can more fun with company. What I’ve learned lately is that I enjoy my blood baths more if have a big hard prick to play with in the tub. My pathetic victim will be begging for his life and screaming while his blood is pouring into the tub. But nothing that he says or does will be enough to save his life. The more he cries and struggles, the more turned on I get and when I get that excited I only get more ravenous. What I love to do most is fuck their massive cocks while we soak in their blood, even if they faint or die before I get around to it. I never stop until I cum. Sometimes a dead cock is better, but for a blood bath I prefer for them to be alive. I love killing them after they cum deep inside me, that’s the only mercy I’ll ever show them.

It’s A Blizzard Blood Bath

bloody phone sex blizzardAnd there it was just as pretty as a picture. A gift left there just for me. The car was red, blood red. Stranded in the middle of the blizzard. Not a soul in sight. How much better then that can you get?

There wasn’t much snow accumulated on the hood, no tire tracks next to the car. This meant two things, it hadn’t been there long and no one had come along to help. Either the occupant was still in the car or not far up the road yet. My cunt was dripping as I approached the car. I could see the fog on the windows which told me the occupant or occupants were still in there.

Now my nipples were getting hard and my heart was beating faster with anticipation. I knocked on the window and when it came down my eyes took in the young couple, so grateful someone had come along. She was a little bit of a thing, I would guess 95 pounds soaking wet and he wasn’t much more.

I took out my gun locked and loaded and pointed it at his temple. “Get out of the car both of you and don’t try anything stupid, I really don’t want to shoot you right here.”

I don’t know if the shaking is from the cold or fear but it makes no difference to me. What is going to happen will happen.

“Take off all your clothes NOW! You may leave on your snow boots and socks and your underwear, that is all. UNDERSTAND?” With shaking hands they comply and the shivering increases to my delight.

“Now you have exactly five minutes to get as far a head of me as you can. I love hunting in the snow and you are my prey today. Your time starts NOW.”

Watching them stumble and run in the freezing cold, snow falling so hard now that I can’t see them after a minute or two. It’s all good, the poor visibility will make this more fun. I make sure my gun is loaded and I start thinking about their blood pouring out onto the lily white snow, I am cumming already and I haven’t even started the hunt. bloody phone sex karma

Killer Phone Sex Reagan * Pop Your Fucking Pills

Killer Phone Sex ReaganI decided to celebrate National Pharmacist Day with a Killer Phone Sex blog, dedicated to snuffing out those pricks. Those assholes don’t deserve their own day. Have you seen the prices of pills now a days? Fuck that. I know what I am gonna do this January 12th, I am gonna fuck up my pharmacist. The corner drug store is ran by some old stupid fuck in a white coat. I take some pretty dam strong psychotropics, and they are not cheap. One time he put the wrong damn pills in the bottle! I got so fucking sick from his ignorance, and I have been waiting for the right time to pay him back for his stupidity. This will be the perfect day to give him a taste of his own medicine!Killer Phone Sex ReaganHe normally works way past closing, and I know how to get into the store after hours. I sat in the shadows and waited till he was filling pill bottles. I jumped him from behind and hit him pretty dam hard on the back of the head. I laughed as I watched him struggle to stay on his feet. Once he was down I straddled his chest and bound his arms and legs. Then I put a metal gag in his mouth, forcing it open. Waiting for him to regain consciousness, I gathered up a few of his bottles of pills and got them ready. Don’t you love these Murder Phone Sex Fantasies? Once his eyes opened he struggled of course, but to no avail. I just laughed as I read each label and dumped bottle after bottle down his throat. He could not speak well with the metal claws holding his jaws open. But of course I cold make out a few words like “Please, No, Please, No”. I just had so many colorful pills to choose from! It was a rainbow! And since I am such a nice gal, I made sure he had plenty of booze to wash it down with! Funny thing is, once he was gone I was not sure if it was the pills he overdosed on, or just choking on his own vomit?Killer Phone Sex Reagan

A Kitchen To Die For

Journal Entry

January 10 2015

It’s dark I don’t know where I am. God where did this headache come from? This doesn’t seem like my room it’s a lot colder and wait is that windows?  Where in the fuck am I?  I get up to explore. I try to clean a mud covered windows.  It’s hard but it seems to scrape off.  I see nothing but open fields and wintery trees, I’m in the country damn those people!.  What are they putting me into next?  I turn to walk over to another door. It bursts open and a man with a heavy smell of whiskey approaches me. He is older looks to be about 50 or so. The years of drinking have not been good to him he’s aged poorly.

torture sex He smiles with his half-filled mouth of teeth. This old lodge has been abandoned for years.  I bought it to torture and have my way with young victims like yourself.  Don’t get any smart ideas your all mine no one will hear your screams.  I paid good money for you. Don’t get smart you hear me?

I try to back way and trip over, what seems to be a locked trap door on the floor.  I fall on my ankle.  He steps closer and as he does I can see bondage cuffs in his hands.  I try to move but for an old man he’s fast. I’m caught! He bounds my hands together and drags me to another part of the lodge.  I whimper the whole way begging I’d do anything to be let go.  He seems to drag me to what looked like to be an old kitchen.  I was hoisted up on the counter.  I beg are you going to kill me? His replied you can only wish.  He took out utensils. First it was the ladle, he spread my legs wide and slid it in me.  I scream with pain and he hit me hard. He brought out a whisk and put my legs in the air.  Felt in tear apart my hole. He told me he was mixing my insides.  His groin area grew, torturing me here was turning him on. He continued to use utensils on me and forced his swollen cock in my mouth.  It tasted salty and unclean, but if I wanted my life I complied.

After being tormented for days I was drugged and sent back to my cell. I laid there trying to recover.  I have to plan my escape I can’t take this much longer. torture sex

No One Expects The Spanish Inquistion

Mutilation phone sexOh those crazy, crazy Spanish in the middle ages.  Using all sorts of delicious sharp objects to help the Heretics find Jesus.  All in the name of the Church and God.  Imagine sitting in your little mud hut, just feeling miserable because you have nothing to eat, lice are biting your body and head, you smell like piss and shit and in comes one of the King’s guards.  They snatch you and your wifey up and you are taken to the center of town.  There in all their pompous glory are Bishops from the almighty Catholic Church.  You just know you are fucked.

They read the charges, you deny them, they say you are not telling the truth so they take you to a dungeon.  Do they sit you down, offer you tea, read a few passages from the Bible and have you pray for forgiveness? Oh no.  They get right to the torture, because what is the Catholic Church without some sort of torture?  They take your wife, rip her dress off and expose her milky white breasts and push her up against the wall, tits first.  You cannot quite see what they are doing, but you can tell by her screams that they aren’t showing her the scenic views.

They step away from her and they ask you one more time if you are guilty.  You adamantly deny any charges, because you didn’t do anything wrong.  Of course you are wrong, everyone sins, so everyone must repent for something.  They pull her shoulders and she screams even louder.  You plead with them to stop but they continue.  Then the Bishop holds up his hand and says with a sickeningly sweet affect in his voice, “All you have to do is repent then your soul will be saved and you will be absolved of any and all sin.”  You cannot bare to hear any more pain filled noises from your wife, so you lie, admit to what ever wrong doing they insist you did and ask for forgiveness.

The Bishop nods at the dungeon guards who begin to push your wife forward then yank her back.  It only takes a few minutes for your wife to pass out from the pain.  They take her from the wall and turn her around, her breasts are ripped to shreds, the meat is hanging loosely from her chest.  Blood is dripping down to the floor in thick drops.

You are yanked up from your seat quickly and your head is placed on an oak block.  Before you can tell your wife you are sorry, your head is disconnected from your body.  Praise Jesus!  Your wife is left to return to your village as a warning, nobody will speak to her, or go near her.  She is forever ruined, she is forever marred by one of the instruments of torture used called the Breast Ripper, and your soul gets to spend eternity in hell for lying.  Seems legit.

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Domination phone sex

Growing up my mother wanted me to worship Satan and all of his dark glory. She wanted me to stay pure until my first blood. I had other plans. I hid my first blood from her.

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After it was done, I laid down with her man. He was big, strong and had a log of a cock. At the ripe age I was I hadn’t seen anything so big. It was throbbing, and the head of his cock was dripping his sweet baby batter.

That first taste of cock changed me for the rest of my days. If I could I would have swallowed that big throbbing cock. I choked on it, I slobbered all over it.

My saliva slowly running down the shaft, into his big bushy pubic hair and down over his full balls. My tongue went around and around the head of his cock.

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Then all of the sudden He grabbed the back of my head pushing his cock half way down my throat and he held it there. He was suffocating me with his cock.

As my sight was getting blurry, vomit was flowing out of my mouth and nose, I could not breath. I could see my soul moving from my body as he was violently fucking my throat so deep and hard. I watched myself outside of my body.

I watched as my hands found his balls, I was becoming weaker and weaker but my fingers wrapped around those big hairy balls and I found the strength to pull on them. It was not a soft  yank, I pulled down so hard on them I almost ripped his balls off.

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He pushed me back and started to scream from the pain. I laid there, gathering my breath.. Laughing at him. Laughing at how powerful he felt and then in a few seconds he was powerless and worthless crying out in pain.

He did not like me laughing at him. He tried to get up to hit me. but every time he moved.. his balls ripped more and more. Men are for nothing more than fucking.

Demon Cum

I knew you were evil and cruel, but I always thought your delusions about being a demon were a little too much to handle. I had began to change my mind the more you tortured me and the more I got to taste and smell you. Your cum has a certain flavor to it, and every time you cum, I swear I see steam coming off of your loads. I always figured it was the drugs you keep us slaves high on, and that my mind was playing tricks on me.

Last night you were in your full glory, black leather and you even seemed to be hot to the touch. You spoke in tongues I could not understand and I knew that us captives, your cum slut slaves, were in for extreme torture at your hands. I must have stared too long, because you caught my gaze. Your eyes were black and I felt weak immediately.  My legs went limp as you shoved me down on my knees. The darkness of the dungeon seemed to glow red somehow, again it must have been the drugs.

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My pussy began to throb and orgasm as you pulled your cock out above my head. You kept chanting in your other language and even though my heart was racing in fear, my body was responding with lust. I know it is a deadly sin, that much you have shown me over the past year. I belong to you. You stop chanting and tell me to open my satanic mouth. I do as you say. I stick my tongue out, as you stroke your cock, and again I could swear I see steam coming out of the end of your cock. I know its your hot cum, ready to fill my mouth.

What comes next I will never forget. My head was spinning and my pussy kept throbbing over and over with waves of orgasm. You began dripping your cum on the tip of my tongue and it was actually on fire! Your demon seed was real and it was cumming out in flames that burned as they lit my mouth on fire. The heat from the burning cum made my face hot and lit up the room as the other slaves watched. You began chanting again, and I now know that you are everything you ever said you were, and probably even worse.

It Was The Perfect Place

mutilation phone sex karmaI had her for several days.  A little torture here and little torture there. By the time I was done she could scream no longer. Her throat was so hoarse she had no voice. That part of the thrill was over but the terror in her eyes was still there. That alone thrilled me to the point of making my pussy drip. Her body was beaten and battered by the time I decided to find some place to dump her. It was time to end it for her and dispose of the body.mutilation phone sex empty lot I found a vacant lot but not secluded. I wanted to be able to case it after I was done because I love the thrill of watching them find the body, or what is left of it. Picking the perfect time I dismembered her body and loaded her up. I dumped her in the perfect location and set up camp to watch. It didn’t take long and when they found her and all the emergency vehicles showed up. The confusion and out rage at the ghastly scene made me cum so hard I had to lay there in my hiding spot and recover. It was the perfect place.mutilation phone sex body

Marks

Bondage phone sexI love to decorate my body, I have ink done as you can see, I have piercings, I wear make up and I wear jewelry.  Sometimes however, a body needs to go above and beyond that type of decoration.  I am referring to marks.  The deep to the skin they go, the better.  Old scars healed over by time, rough, and imperfection against perfect skin that will never fade.  It is forever lasting.  Beautiful ugly reminders of a traumatic wound. 

There are times where I love to decorate others.  You know exactly whom I mean.  I think I like to play with those who consider themselves to be “emo”.  How stupid is that? Sad little cunts that know nothing about the world yet they bitch, cry and cut instead of just having a fucking conversation about what is bothering them.  Idiots, the lot of them. 

I give them a lesson on what pain is really like, how cutting is supposed to be done.  None of this bullshit little slices and nicks.  Oh no, I want to see the purple rise to the surface when the ropes are finally taken off of their ankles, wrists and throats.  I want to see real tears wash away that dark eyeliner.  I want to see them as I press the cold steel sharp blade of a knife deep within their skin.  Then we stitch them up and play with them again another day, so when they finally are kicked out they will be decorated with the most perfect marks in the world.