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You should never hold on to your anger

snuff phone sex I’ve got a little too much anger built up and I think it’s about fucking time to take it out on the most deserving pathetic victims. And I’ve got something in mind for sure. I’ve got this particular hate for those entitled drunk assholes. Always going out, never taking responsibilities. That’s why I’ve already kidnapped that oh so annoying and completely wasted couple I found wandering around downtown last night. They were so drunk they got right into my car thinking I was a taxi! This is why I won’t allow these pitiful fuckers to see another drunken day again. When they woke up it wasn’t so pleasant. I had my electric saw on and that hangover made them cringe and jerk. They are really going to be freaking out once they lose some limbs. My little mementos! They do as they always do – beg and cry and question me on why I am doing this – disgusting. But I absolutely lost it on that slutty skank when she touched me with her bloody, dirty hands. I started beating her face left and right blood was everywhere. It was turning me on; I put my pussy right over her face and started pissing in her mouth forcing her to swallow it. She was crying and choking on my piss, struggling to get away but who’s the true bad bitch here? Me, of course. That’s why when she began to talk shit like she was actually something I wrapped my hands around her dirty, bloody, piss covered neck and started showing her who was the fucking boss. And just before she left this world I stopped and she choked on air, so scared for her life. I’m not done with her yet and I haven’t even barely gotten started on her dumbass bitch of a boyfriend. It’s time to pick a torture because once I’m done playing it’s bye bye forever you little twits.

Worth the Pain

Pain can be such a release for a little fuck slut like me. I’ve been outcast all my life for being different and too thin and being too withdrawn. I was an easy victim for my latest Master. He has tortured me for months with needles and pain and humilation. Yet, once in awhile there was something almost kind about him. The way he would say my name at times, rather than just calling me a little cum dumpster. He would say it with a smooth silky tone, and let it roll off his tongue. And I noticed as much pain as he inflicted on me, he suffered his own pain. His cock stayed limp.

If he caught me looking, he made me pay dearly for it. He would stick needles through my clit and nipples and bruise me so badly that I felt it for weeks. Yet, he didn’t hide his flaccid cock. He had me so mind-fucked that for some reason I wanted to help him. I wondered if pain could help heal his mind the way it heals mine. Its a need, an addiction. Its the only thing that gets my cunt wet. So maybe, just maybe… I could try to turn the tables. Just once. I lay on my cot at night dreaming of what it would be like to inflict pain on him.

One night, ashe was arranging his tools to torture my little body on his table, I reached out and gently stroked his cock. He grabbed my arm so hard that I thought he broke it. He let go and then slapped me so hard I saw stars. But I persisted and reached out again and touched his flaccid cock. He raised his hand to strike me again, but caught my gaze and stopped. I took my chance and grabbed a clamp off the tool table. He watched my every move, but he didn’t say a word. I reached the clamp up to his cock and slowly opened it up.

I took the clamp and placed it on the skin right below the head of his soft penis. He inhaled like it was the first time he had felt anything. He grabbed my tiny breast as if to hold on to something. I took a needle from the table and inserted it through the head of his cock. He turned his head away, as if he couldn’t watch. I inserted another needle and added another clamp. I couldn’t believe my eyes – his cock actually started to grow! It was working… his cock needed the pain. No sooner did I think this before he turned his head back andlooked at me – furious – he reached down and yanked the clamps off and the needles out. His cock went down immediately.

He proceeded to torture my body for hours that night, never letting up with the clamps and needles and making me bleed from every hole I have. He was relentless. I had crossed the line… but I knew his weakness… and it was worth it. I knew one day I would try again.

Cum Shot or Gun Shot

 

I was home alone and thought I heard my back door open. My heart started to race and I turned off the TV. I listened closely but couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding. I got up off the couch and made my way towards the back of the house. I was naked, and stopped to think maybe I should put some clothes on, but I was too afraid to take the time to do that.

I picked up a wine bottle I had sitting in my kitchen and continued towards the back door. I got one more step before they jumped me. It was two men, one with a gun, and they threw me to the floor. I screamed but I knew no one would hear me. My house sits on an empty road. They seemed to know it too and my screaming seemed to make their cocks hard. I was terrified and begged them not to hurt me. I told them I would do anything they wanted. The man with the gun pinned me down on my back and spread my legs.

He placed the hard tip of the gun right up against my clit and told me he would blow my clit off if I told anyone about tonight. I promised I wouldn’t, and begged him not to shoot my pussy. He kept the gun where it was and stuck his hard cock inside me. He was pounding my cunt so hard I was afraid the gun would go off. Thats when the other guy joined in, grabbing my tits so hard I knew I would be bruised. Finally he took the gun off my clit, but they kept it pointed at me, trading it back and forth as they both fucked all of my holes.

Staring down that gun whle two huge cocks pounded my pussy and ass scared the shit out of me, but at the same time made me feel so sexy and I came even though I tried not to. They laughed their asses off at my orgasms and right before they both came they put the gun to side of my head. They made me beg for them to shoot me with their cum instead of the pistol, and I did. I begged them – “Please… please… shoot me in my face with your cum…” They covered me in their hot juices and dropped me back to the floor. They stepped over me and left out the back door.

I laid there for awhile trying to get my mind around what just happened. Then I got up, hair and face soaked in cum, but alive. I went to the back door and reached for the lock to lock it. But something inside my pussy throbbed, and I pulled my hand away. I decided I would leave my back door unlocked from now on… the doubleshot I took to the face hadn’t been all bad.

 

Your lusty little secret!

snuff phone sex- macey finalI am here for the taking, look I am all alone just waiting for you and your friends. Bring as many as you like to play, the more the merrier.  My pussy needs a good pounding by a few big cocks at one time. God I am getting wet just thinking about you, and how you can hold me down and take whatever hole you want. Take my body over, fuck me hard, and don’t be nice about it. Rape me, I like it that way.

Bring your friends for a gang bang, so each one of you can have a turn abusing each of my fuck holes. I am cumming just thinking about you and your friends, holding me down and punching me. Tie me up, hit me, fuck every hole I have to offer you. Hurt me in the way that makes me cum for you.

snuff phone sex- maceyLook and see how bad I need your friends and you  to abuse me. Take me in every way you can, torture me, because the more pain I get the harder I will cum for you. My cunt is soaking wet, dripping down my legs just knowing that I will have cocks surrounding me. Taking anything and everything from me that they want. I even have a new play toy for you and your friends to torture my cunt with. I am laying on the table in this abandon warehouse all strapped and ready to get fucked, beat tortured, and rapped by all.

Hunger Games with Ivy and Taylor

Its that time of year – time for a new apprentice for you. I remember all the fucking sicko’s you let play with us in your dungeon in the past. Perverted sadistic old men who like to mutilate all of your slut whore slaves. I remember last year you had the pyromaniac guy. I still have the burn marks and brandings he inflicted as he jerked his cum all over me. You said I would get tomeet the new apprentice tonight. I knew that meant some new version of pain – you loved watching me be tortured by someone else.

I heard you coming down the stairs. And another set of footsteps. What hell would it be this time? Some sick ugly fuck that wants to bite my nipples off and chew them like gum? Some fat old perv who wants to circumsize my clitoris? Then I saw… HER. It was a fucking girl. Well, sort of. She looked like the devil but a female one. He introduced her as Ivy… She made some sort of sound, almost more of a growl than a moan. Then she smiled, and even in the darkness I thought I saw blood on her teeth. Her eyes glowed even though there was no direct light that would cause them to.

She looked at me like a starving person would look at a meal. Ivy’s gaze gave me the chills in a way that none of the men ever had. I felt my pussy start to throb despite my fear. She was barely any bigger than I am, so what the hell was wrong with me? I felt like she had cast a spell on me, and my head began to pound. I crawled over to her feet and looked up. She reached down with her sharp nails and grabbed my face. She threw me towards the table and told me to get on it and lay back.

I always do as I am told, and this bitch had some sort of power over me. My pussy was still throbbing, there was something about Ivy that screamed sex and although I knew somehow she was going to hurt me, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her and I wanted my blood to be on her teeth. I stretched my body out, trying to tempt her, showing her I secretly wanted it, and she began running her nails across my bare nipples. I pulled my hair back, exposing my neck, and I saw her hunger flash in her eyes. She leaned over me, put her fingers up my cunt, and I came as the bitch placed her sharp teeth against my throat. I closed my eyes and took in her scent as I became dizzy from her feeding. Then my world went black…

Cyber Stalking Our Victims

taboo phone sex goth girlDid you know we offer cyber text sessions? Same rate as our phone calls, and just as discreet. Some times when you are my accomplice, texting is easier and less noticeable when stalking. Like when you spot the bitch that made my life hell in school and you stalk her for me. We can cyber text back and forth as you follow the worthless whore at the mall. We can exchange ways to hurt her, plot ways to get rid of her body. And the best part, you can send me pictures of what you have done to her. I want to see her bound and gagged for me. I want to see the fear in her eyes. I want to see tears in her cheeks. I may even want to see her corpse to masturbate too,

Then once you have the bitch in the trunk of your car, we can text where to meet. Devise an elaborate plan for revenge. I will want your help, your input on how to snuff her. I get off on the bloody, graphic details of mutilation and torture. I know you do too.

bloody phone sex taboo snuffBefore long we are sexting because revenge, killing, torture turns us both on. I get wet thinking of that bitch suffering in pain, crying, begging for mercy. You get hard helping me kill the bitch I hate most in this world. We can have so much deviant fun texting back and forth. I am wet now with anticipation of stalking our next victim via cyber text sessions. Let’s cyber stalk and kill together.

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He Only Had One Condition

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She is his fucking whore. A cheap little slut that knows her sole purpose in life is to be abused at his hand. He has her trained well. When he found out how much I love to torture and fuck up bitches he made me a deal I couldn’t refuse. I could have her for the night to do with as I wanted. I could hurt her as badly as I wanted. He just wanted her alive when it was over and he wanted to be able to watch the whole thing. He promised he wouldn’t interfere in any way. He was to tired after a long weeks work to do it himself but he needed the pleasure of her pain. He needed the stress relief he derived from her suffering. Of course my cunt was delighted with the idea. I spent the day rigging up my torture device. Her legs will be bound to the floor spread eagle, her wrists to the ceiling also spread wide. I will bind her tits until they are purple and blue. But the Pièce de résistance will be the sharp metal cord that will be firmly attached to the ceiling behind her and  run down her back, between her ass and pussy lips and back up to the wench wheel in the ceiling in front of her. Attached to the end will be a weight which I will add to slowly with her watching as the torture goes on. With each added weight the steel cord will pull deeper into her ass crack and pussy. Eventually the metal cord will cut her skin. If it was up to me I would split her ass all the way up the middle from ass hole to nose and watch it slowly slice her in half. But I promised I wouldn’t kill her so it won’t go that far. Poor Cassandra when I am done with her she will have earned what she believes to be her worthless purpose here on earth, To be tortured while her man enjoys it. He won’t have to do anything but sit back and cum and I will gladly cum while administering the pain for our pleasure. torture phone sex cassandra

‘Twas A Cozy Old Morgue

 

necrophelia phone sex karmaAs you may recall, last week I had a Beautiful Medical Fetish. Finding the old abandoned hospital / psychiatric ward was just dumb luck. But the evening I had transforming the little blonde twit and performing plastic surgery on her in the old surgical ward was one of the best nights I have had in a long time. When she finally lost hr battle with life, I thought, what the hell, why not put her where she belongs, in the old morgue. Laying her on the rusted and falling apart steel slab. I knew I would come back so I made sure the graffiti covered door was shut well so animals wouldn’t get in and nibble on her decomposing body (all though the idea of animals eating her flesh did make me cum).necrophelia phone sex hospital Last night I decided to go see her. Armed with a surgical mask and a jar of vicks, I headed out towards the hospital in the chilly night air. As soon as I opened the door and saw her body, already bloated from being in there a week with no cooling other then the weather, my cunt started throbbing and pumping out cum. Knowing I had to be gentle so hr skin did not break and ooze body fluids every where, I gently touched her skin, sending my orgasm over the edge. I decided to leave her exposed and go back home for supplies. A blanket and pillow and some food. I am coming back to spend a couple of days enjoying the site of her body being devoured by the animals. I will sleep in one of the other corpse drawers if I need to spend a night or two. I want to watch until nothing is left but her bones.necrophelia phone sex morgue

She Was My First “Snatch And Grab”

mutilation phone sex karmaI will never forget the first sweet thing that I snatched up for sacrifice. In broad daylight, in a crowd, just as a thief pulls a snatch and grab taking a pocket book, I was able to snatch and grab her from right under her boyfriend’s nose. The anticipation of getting caught was mind blowing, but the events that followed were beyond my wildest dreams. I remember it as if it were yesterday:

The night is pitch black except for the glow of the new moon high in the sky. Not one star flickers in the sky and the thrill and anticipation is heavy in the air, looming like the thick fog that surrounds my naked body. I am glistening with a mixture of sweat and dew as the pulse beats hard and steady in my neck.
She is laying there on the alter, eyes staring blindly upwards. I have shaved her head, her arm pits and her sweet little pussy. I was surprised to find that her clit is pierced and has a silver ball through it. I decide to leave it in, I think my lord of evil will be pleased with the ornament.
The moon must rise just a little further so that it is directly center in the dark sky before I begin my decapitation and sacrifice. I speak to her softly and offer her a sip of red wine as I wipe her brow. She has long since stopped fighting and has accepted her fate as inevitable. I thank her once again for her gift and kiss her gently on the lips before raising my machete high into the air. I can’t help but notice as the moon light glistens off the blade before I bring it down to sever the first limb. She lets out a ear piercing scream before loosing consciousness and I cum hard as the blood pours from her body…….

Sweet memories of the first thing that I snatched away for my pleasure!

Gothic Phone Sex with Reagan * Barbies are Not Just for Little Girls

Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

The day I saw him play at the club I knew he would be a great fuck. He stood a tall 6 foot plus inches, his face a very pale and sun starved.. tattoos covered a good portion of his body, piercings in both nipples and lip and nose rings.. wore jet black and silver chains. He was not skinny like most of your gothic front men.  He sung of degradation and blood. His impending numbness came from a place inside that even he was unaware of.. his pain was exciting to me. The fear in his eyes was none the less calming. Intimidating to others, but intoxicating to me. We locked gazes a few times during the show, and each time we did.. I knew excitement would follow this evening.

I saw a few groupies gathering at the foot of the stage.. begging to be let into his tour bus. Blonde busty and just the cookie cutter band whores.  I saw how he looked at them. Like raw meat.. wanting to eat them alive. My sex became drenched when he looked my way. I could tell instantly he wanted to have fun. He gave me a nod of approval, and I joined the two barbie bimbos.. and although they seemed a bit frightened by my gothic appearance, when they realized I was the key to the pleasure bus, they got excited.

Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

We were shuffled to the bus, and when we entered I was pleasantly surprised. The double decker style bus had a very gothic appearance and it was a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside. All red and black, mid century fixings.. and a bed on the top floor.. a really big bed.. black and red brothel style, big enough to sleep five or six comfortably. And I am sure it has done so.. many times. It has a history that I wish I could discover. We were treated like guests of honor by the roadies while we waited for the guest of honor to finish his set. We were handed drinks as soon as we entered, and I sipped mine slowly while I watched the barbies bounce around like a bimbo clown show for the guys in the bus, I stayed still.. playing out many evil scenarios in my head for these two.

The stockiest of the roadies had a sick look on his face, vulgar intentions wracked his brain.. he was watching them drink a little to closely.. waiting for something to begin.. I set my drink down.. I had a very iron constitution when it came to drugs.. and not many will affect me like it will others.

Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

Just as I set my drink down I saw one of the barbies fall.. it happened so quick that even if I wanted to react to the evil that unveiled itself I would not have had time to. Like wolves to bloody meat the three roadies were stripping the barbies of what little clothing they had on, binding them together with rope and chain.. putting them on what seemed to be a slab. In less than five minutes time, they transformed from groupie whores, to a midnight snack.

I watched with amusement while our barbies took a brutal violation that ended in a rough use of every hole. Blood tricked down from their mouths as they were face fucked hard. This brutal scene lasted about 45 minutes .. and they were left hung.. bleeding bruised crying and begging to be let free. I wondered what my place was in all of this when our front man joined us. He seemed pleased and came to me. “Now the real fun begins my gothic queen…” I smiled as he handed me the knife.

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