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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.

Kidnapping phone sex with Toni: Merry Xmas

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The holidays are usually a miserable time for me. I hate all the fake holiday cheer and people spending their money on gifts for people they don’t even like. This year was a little different because this year I decided to skip the family party and spend some quality time with my latest victim instead.
Her name was Emily, I snagged her off the street while she was walking home from some frat party. She was dressed like a whore so I can’t believe she was surprised when I kidnapped her. At first she probably thought she got lucky because I’m not a man, but she knows better now believe me. Before I snatched her up, I did already had a man chained up in my basement and she saw what had been done to him.

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Ryan was a rich asshole that was prone to disappearing for weeks on end. His party life style is the reason I chose him in the first place, no one would really worry much about his absence. By the time Emily saw him it would have been impossible for her to know who he was or what a spoiled life he had lived. Poor Ryan was more than cut up, he had been brutally beaten for days on end.kidnapping phone sex toni 999 His face was swollen, bruised, and his entire was caked with dried blood. Ryan could have spoke more or screamed for help, but I put screws into his gums and held his mouth shut with rubber bands. After Emily joined the party blood continuously poured from Ryan’s mouth. I assumed that’s because he attempted to talk to her, maybe even plan an escape. I wasn’t worried at all because I always assure that escaping isn’t a possibility.
Right now I can hear Emily crying because I left the basement door open. She can see that it’s open, but no matter how hard she tries she’ll never make it through that door. If she’s smart she knows that. I on the other hand couldn’t be happier! I’m just sitting here at my kitchen table drinking coffee while my Xmas cookies bake. Occasionally, I like to look over and smile at her while she swings back and fourth on my meat hook.
Tomorrow is Xmas so obviously I’ll be giving Ryan and Emily their gifts. I wonder if they’ll like them?

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Dreadful Desires

Come into my dark ravine where I have you in my grips. I first slip you a nice cold drink laced with something to make you sleepy. You admire my outfit of leather it seems to form to my body showing every curve, and you burn that imagine into your brain before you drift off to sleep.  I peel your clothes they seem to come off so easily, and end up on pile of the floor.  I drag your cold lifeless body to a meat hook I have hanging in a dark secluded corner put a ball gag in your mouth and bind your hands with rope, place you in an arm binder so I can just heave you up on the hook.  I install your constraining cock cage, believe me there is no extremity left lose on your body.  I check the shackles to verify they are tight.bondage phone sex

 I examine your body turning poking and prodding looking for old scars and defects before I wrap the body in cling film, only leaving openings for your cock, anal hook and mouth.  As I move you around you start to waken, struggling to get free. Though you realize you can’t speak and the ropes are too tight. I can sense you feel fear in your covered eyes at the same time you are aroused and intrigued by what is going on and about to happen.  Your cock is at confined but seems to be pulsing with every touch I do.  I slap your balls as hard as I can, your screams are muffled, your body twitches and turns, you can’t break free. Have you forgotten that you told me this was your fantasy?   I grab your balls with dental forceps and twist your screams echo in the darkness. I twist the anal hook stretching out your ass more the pain is extricating and you pass out from the effects I continue with various tasks you seem to come in and out of consciousness whimpering with despair thinking what you have done.

The Tub

torture sex karmaI had some time to kill and decided to stop at the library. Browsing the shelves I spotted a book titled “The Most Horrific Torture Techniques Of All Time” Picking up the book I could feel the pumping of my cunt releasing juice into my panties. I sat down at a tale and began to read. With every page I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. Some of the tortures I had heard of some I had not. And then I got to The Tub. It doesn’t sound menacing but it is sadistic and evil and twisted. As I read all about it I came so hard I almost slid off the chair and I knew that I would be finding a victim with in the hour. This form of torture would last for days and I could not wait. This particular form of torture was commonly called “sitting In the tub” it was used to torture convicts years ago. The convict would be placed in a wooden tub with nothing but their head sticking out. Then the executioner would cover their faces with milk and honey; in no time at all flies would swarm their faces and begin to feed on them. The convict was kept well fed so that they would end up swimming in their excrement.  After a few days, maggots and worms would devour their body as they decayed alive. I had the perfect metal tub for the job and got right to work. Being sadistic is such fun!torture sex the tub

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Georgia

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When I see you torture another girl now I just get jealous. Can you believe that?! I never thought I would enjoy the pain as much you said I would. Watching you torture that girl was still a little fun, but I just wished it was me the entire time. Hearing the loud cracks of your whip and seeing her blood run down her body really got me going though.
As much as I tried to resist I couldn’t ignore my aching clit. If you caught me I knew I’d be punished, that’s probably why I didn’t try very hard to hide what I was up to. It wasn’t a surprise when you caught me, to be honest it’s what I wanted. You saw me there, kneeling on the floor rubbing my swollen clit. I didn’t even get a chance to make up an excuse before you slapped me across the face. You were so angry that you continued to beat on me, not knowing that it makes me cum. Those screams weren’t just from pain! even when I was spitting my blood out of my own mouth I loved every minute of it…
Every night I crave more pain and fantasize about the most severe beating. Sometimes I think about you cutting me into little pieces, slowly killing me. That fantasy makes me cum right away, I feel so dirty afterward. I’m a little afraid of how far I will go to feel more pain. I want to beg you for it, I’m so tired of denying how much I love it.

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He’s Got The Naughty List

torture sex angieYes it was the night before Christmas and all through the house….blah blah blah…you know the sappy fucking story. Everyone knows about jolly old Saint Nick with his bag full of toys for all the girls and boys. But do you know about Krampus? Ah yes wicked, evil, cold hearted, Krampus. Santa’s evil brother. I love this guy. He is sinister and creepy and comes once a year to take care of all the naughty boys and girls. He fills their night with terror and pain. He makes them pay for being such bad little fuckers and he makes them pay dearly. He makes the Boogie Man look like the fucking Tooth Fairy.torture sex krampus He will come down the chimney with a bag full of torture and fear. My cunt stays wet thinking about all the fucking brats he will be punishing this Christmas Eve. Legend has it they will wake up bloody, bruised and broken and have no explanation for their injuries. Not one gift will be under the tree for these snotty nosed brats. Isn’t it the most deliciously evil and perfect scenario you ever heard of? I can’t stop pinching my erect nipples and rubbing my hot, wet pussy as I salivate over the visions of torture dancing in my head. Fuck the sugar plums….Merry Christmas Mother Fuckers!torture sex krampus2

False Heaven

Strangulation phone sexI watch you from the corner.  Slowly drawing on my cigarette.  I think you completely forgot I was there since you were so intent on finishing what you started.  It was a slow build at first, I wasn’t even sure you would go through with it.  You took a long time just sitting in the metal chair staring into your hands.  I finally had to tell you it is either now or never.  You stood up and removed your clothing.  I took your hand and lead you down the hall.  Before I opened the door you hesitated.  You started to say, “What if…: I placed a finger on  your lips to silence you while giving you a smile.  I told you that there was nothing to be frightened about.  This is what you wanted, this is what you needed, this is what you have desired for so long.  You nodded your head in agreement. 

I pushed open the heavy door and stepped to the side.  You looked at the pale thin girl on the mattress, she looked at you in return.  She said, “Are you the one who is going to take me to see my Mommy?”  I walked over and smoothed her hair down while telling her in a soothing voice that yes he was the one that was going to take you to see your Mommy.  I told her to tell you where her mommy was.  She looked up at you and said, “Heaven.”

I held out my hand to you and as you grasp it I held it tight, pulling you toward us.  I released my grip and walked over and shut the door.  You were beginning to get down onto your knees as the last of the light faded from the hallway.  I walked across the room as you started to kiss her, she didn’t like it, you didn’t care.

You looked at me through the milky white light that was cascading into the room through the window next to me.  I said, “Go on.”  You pulled your arm back to deliver a hard slap to her flawless face.  She screamed.  You struck her again until the screaming stopped.  I leaned back against the wall to light a cigarette, I watched as the tendrils of smoke lifted up into the darkness above. 

I could tell you had entered her from her frantic pleading and crying.  She kept telling you it hurt, this only made your hips thrust faster, pushing yourself into her further to the point where you could feel her cervix give way.  You were at the point that you are now.  Hands around her throat, her broken nails clawing desperately at your hands.  It won’t be long now.  I snub out the hot box of my cigarette with my high heel before walking behind you.

Her eyes are losing focus, your grip becoming tighter and tighter.  I can see her mouth opening and closing like a mute person calling out for a savior that will never come.  You reach orgasm just as her head rolls to the side.  I put my hand on your back and ask you if that is what you wanted.  You look up at me, sweat streaming down your face to say that you were surprised that I told her that you would take her to see her Mommy in Heaven and that she stayed in the room without trying to get away. You also stated that you were surprised you actually went that way with it as you only wanted to feel what a tight pussy would be like.

Before stepping out of the door into the dimly lit hallway I turned to you, smiling I said, “Oh that.  Heaven is the name of the bar her Mother is drinking at tonight, certainly it is not my fault you thought she meant the other Heaven.” I see the look on your face and I laugh as I leave you to your guilt.