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Taboo Phone Sex: Horror Movie Night Gone Wrong with Cassandra

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One night, many years ago, I was sitting on the couch with a male friend of mine watching a horror movie: “Candyman.” It was pretty scary to me at the time. I commented to my companion that I thought the idea of summoning a dead evil spirit who would control and own you was kinda hot; especially if a big black evil spirit. Well my date did not like that at all. Not sure if he got jealous because I was hinting that I wanted big black cock. Next thing I know he is yanking me by the hair and saying my name  over and over in a creepy voice like in the movie. Then he starts to drag me through the house. He throws me down into the basement and locks the door. What seems like hours later, he comes down, strips me naked and ties me up. When I start to scream he puts a ball gag in my mouth just like The Candyman did to some blonde in the movie. He then shows me a hook like the Candyman sports. My eyes get real big and I fear he is gonna ram it up my ass or something. He just kept saying my name “Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra.” It was like he was taunting me. I was his prey, his victim. I had no idea when I came over to watch a movie with him that he had a dungeon in his basement. I could see torture devices, bondage equipment, sex toys galore… He knew what he had planned when he invited me over.

I was tied up to a bench for hours.  His Candyman hook used to cut my back, rip my ass open and cut my breasts. Just like the Candyman, he said, “Be my victim.” I could see he was obsessed with horror movies. I saw a Freddy Krueger glove, a Jason hockey mask, a mask and knife like Michael Meyers, a Scream mask,  a chainsaw… I was in a horror obsessed serial killer’s dungeon. Is that what he does? Invite a hot woman over for a scary movie then kill her like the madman in the movie?

I could not talk because he gagged me just like the Candyman did. But my head was racing… I wanted to escape but I was tied tightly and mutilated.  I tried to escape somewhere in my head to forget the pain, but he kept cutting my back, torturing my ass, ripping my flesh; there was no mercy. As blood was gushing down my back, I felt his cock ram into my ass. He was turned on by the blood, turned on by my gaping flesh, turned on by my pain. He said in a creepy voice as I gasped for life,” They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”  I prayed for death to take me

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Bloody Phone sex with Blair: Be Careful What You Eat

bloody phone sex torture pain slutMy Master thinks I am getting too fat. He hid all the food and is trying to starve me to death. He keeps me  under lock and key in the house. Well today, I couldn’t take it any more as the pain from hunger was just unbearable.  I ransacked the house for anything I could find. And under my Master’s bed I found a case of baby food. I was starving. I opened a bottle and starting emptying it into my mouth. But wait, it was crunchy and within minutes I started bleeding. WTF? There was ground up glass in the jar. I was eating glass. Did Master know it was there and this was a test? Or was it some fluke, some manufacturing flaw? I got scared and I was in pain; but I had to clean up the mess I made and try to make things look like I wasn’t there or Master would be very angry.

My lips and tongue were cut but I stopped the bleeding and thought Master would not know. But he knew the moment he came home I had been a bad girl and slapped me hard across the face. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me hard out to the garage. He put my chains on  and began yelling at me. I had failed his test. He knew I was a weak bitch who could not be trusted so he put glass in the baby food jars and hid them. If a weak bitch, I’d get my comeuppance. I tried to apologize, beg for another chance to be a good slave. Too late, he began spoon feeding me the food with crushed glass. Master made me chew the glass and swallow it. Blood was spurting out my mouth. I kept crying and pleading but he just kept spoon feeding me crushed glass and strained peas. I could taste the blood from my cut tongue, cut lips, cut throat, cut esophagus… I was making gurgling sounds there was so much blood.

 Master was smiling as more blood poured out my mouth. He just kept saying eat up bitch. If you are so hungry, then eat up. I even vomited up bile and blood and he just laughed. He said you think this hurts bitch, wait till you shit it out tomorrow. I had not thought of that. The glass would shred my ass and my intestines. I’d rather starve to death slowly and painfully than to die like this. I will never eat without permission again Master.

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Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Tiny Victim In A Bikini

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“Can you put this on?” He asked as he handed me this retched piece of pink shit.  I just looked at him and gave him the finger.  He laughed and said, “Come on Indigo, humor me.”  He threw it to me.  I just looked at it.  It made me ill to see the color. PINK!  It is the ugliest color on the face of the planet.  Only prissy faglets and stuck up bitches wear this color. I am neither of the two.

He started to walk out the door and told me that he wanted to see me in it.  He had a surprise and it wouldn’t be much of one if I didn’t get the bikini on.  I went into my bathroom and swore as I put the damn thing on.  I looked ridiculous in the thing.  I would have to smudge my body with fire to get rid of the total puke factor when I took it off just to make sure no residual pink shit was left on my skin.

I heard the front door slam, then the distinctive sound of a hard slap.  I ran out of the bathroom and he was hovered over the couch hissing words at something.  I walked around the couch and there it was.  In almost the same damn bikini I had on.  I gave him a quizzical look and he just smiled at me.  I told him that I didn’t appreciate him bringing his playthings to my home, and he knows it.  He just waved his hand at me in a dismissive manner and told me that this was just some harmless fun.

He told me to stand in front of it.  I did so.  It had a tiny trickle of blood seeping from the corner of it’s mouth.  You could tell it had been crying a lot, and you could also see the slap mark across it’s face.  He sat down and said, “Go on, touch it.”  I moved my hand to it’s long hair, and it tried to fucking bite me!  He laughed so damn hard.  This made me pissed.  He knew that it would do that.  I walked over and punched him hard in the arm.

It made a run for the back door and he tackled it.  It’s head made this awful crunch noise as it hit the hard floor.  He kicked it right in the stomach.  It started to groan, then he leaned down close to it, smiled and said, “Awww come on sweetie, it’s not so bad.  Look at her over there, she is wearing the same thing you are, twins! I told you I knew someone who had the same bikini as you, and that’s why you came with me isn’t it? To meet the other girl that had on the same thing as you?” With that he yanked it up by it’s throat and my tiny little twin began to fight for her life.

Jill Frost

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It is fucking HOT, way too fucking HOT!  I hate the warm weather.  The only thing the sun is good for is decay, making things rot so their pungent aroma can fill the air.  That I love, sitting around sweating just sucks ass.  However, it does give me time to think, and I when I think I always go dark.  It’s much more fun to do so.

I have been working on a fantasy, one in which a little person with the name Jill gets the best cool off in the history of man kind.  I would take her into a deep freezer, she of course would be naked.  It wouldn’t take long for her core temp to drop, and that is when the fun begins!  Tell me.  Have you ever been outside when it has been ball busting cold and as soon as you get into a warm place  your fingers and toes tingle and burn? 

Now imagine our friend being so cold that she is almost to the brink of hypothermia, then taking her naked body and plunging it into hot water.  Hmmmm, I wonder how that would go.  Would she scream? I would fucking hope so.  Would her whole body ache? If I were a guy I would be getting a boner from just thinking of this.

Then I would turn the hose on her when she is curled up freezing again in the deep freeze.  Then defrost, then freeze, then defrost.  I wonder how long you can keep someone alive doing that.  In the end though, I think that I would just make her into a Jill Pop.  Put her outside on my balcony as a winter decoration.  Nobody would ever think that it was actually real,so why the fuck not.  Now I just have to find someone named Jill and make this fantasy into a reality.

Torture phone sex Fun

torture phonesex angieI have been feeling particularly twisted lately and my latest taste of torturous fun is very interesting. It has been keeping my pussy nice and wet for days now. I have lost count of how many victims I have played with over the last few days. I have body parts every where and each time I look at them and remember the screams, the agonizing pain, it makes me cum all over again. What diabolical, evil means of torture have I been implementing you ask? I will tell you….I have been grabbing unsuspecting and random people. I haven’t been particular about age or sex. The only requirement has been that they are alive and lucid. I created a machine in my basement that is crude but does the trick. It has two pieces of wood that are connected to heavy springs. I pull them down and latch them in place. Then I place my victim on them binding their ankles and wrists to the wood. When I pull the lever the spring create a great force, pulling the wood up and apart and ripping the bodies in half. The screams are deafening but brief however they are blood curdling and enough to make me flood my panties with cum. It is the purest erotic sensation ever and I am loving every minute of it. torture phonesex torture

Filthy Taboo phone sex

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Whenever master isn’t torturing and abusing me I spend my time doing the things I like to do. I take off my makeup and tie my hair up. Then, I put on a comfy pair of sweat pants on and sit on the couch. I wait for about an hour until my bladder tells me it’s time to “go”. Instead of getting up I relax and let my piss soak my sweat pants and sofa. The warm sensation of it trickling down my pussy lips and legs sends chills up my back. I don’t do this often for I can’t keep replacing my sofa whenever I want to. I only pee on myself if I’ve been a good nigger slut for master all week. Master allows me to do it but thinks I’m a filthy piss whore. He leaves whenever I pee then when I’m done comes and humiliates me for being so disgusting. I like the feeling of being so below him yet grateful for him still dealing with me. I would do anything to make master happy but I wish he would let me be his pissy princess way more often. He would never allow that though and beat me senseless if I did something as ungrateful and ask for more.

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Cannibalism phone sex

torture phonesex karma.JPGFinding quality fresh meat gets harder by the day. I have many creative ways to find meat but the pickings for humans with just the right flesh, just the right age for tenderness and flavor and not on drugs are getting harder and harder to find. I wish there was a human meat market for those of us that enjoy the flavor of human flesh. If you have never tried it you just don’t know what your missing. There are so many ways to prepare it, so many different ways to season and flavor it. I prefer to roast my human on an open spit, slowly turning the body for a nice even golden brown on the skin. Making it nice and crispy and so good for snacking on like chips. My favorite cut is the nice meaty flesh of the inner thigh. Just the right mix of flesh and fat for a flavorful plate full of tender, tasty meat. The arms are wonderful for stew meat and the organs are so delicious, especially the liver and kidney. My favorite organ however is the heart. I love to remove it and feel it beating in my hands before I drop it in a post of seasoning and cook it ever so slowly for a mouth watering treat. I would love to open my very own meat market ans share my love for this fine dining.torture phonesex market

Rape phone sex fantasies Alice ~ do the dirty

I am not a law abiding citizen of America. I say this fully intending to disclose a little secret I’ve been keepin’ about my true self. Maybe I’m not a picture perfect version of the United States’ sweetheart, but I can make you cum harder then anyone has every made you orgasm in your life.

That’s because I know what you really want. The stuff you’re way too scared to tell your wife or girlfriend. The dirty, nasty, sickeningly dark and violating aspects of human life. You want to mess up a slut and fuck your way through an entire all girls Catholic school, don’t you?

Well, I can help you with that. See, I have a thing for babysitting little ones myself. I can get in undetected and let you in through the front door without a hint of suspicion from the neighbors. When we have those young little babies all to ourselves, that’s when the fun begins. You try to keep your hands to yourself, but those pigtails and cute little diapers are too much for you to resist. It’s okay . . . bite into those miniature asses. I won’t tell a soul. That’s because I’m just as twisted as you are, baby . . . even more.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Bianca goin’ dumpster diving…

I’ve never been one for suffocation. I much prefer a more . . . hands-on method. Can’t blame me, really. I’m a sick, twisted slut for feeling of  life leaving another at my hands is just too fucking hot to pass up. So of course I decided to use my talents for the greater good of society. I do that sometimes . . . kill for the benefit of others. Life is too short for selfishness. I went to church today–bet you won’t believe me, but I did. Church of Satan, maybe, but it’s a place of worship nonetheless. Don’t judge me for my beliefs, and I won’t judge you for yours. Because I know your dick is just hard and ready to slam into a little tiny underage twat, now isn’t it? Don’t lie, baby. We both know your P-cock is ripe and begging for a nice, young tight hole to ram and rip apart. Well I found a guy who sliced, diced, and fucked his way through an entire school of girl cunnies. And I found him in an alley, shooting up tar. Track lines down his forearms, a dazed look in his eye . . . you know the type–trash. Well my public service involved taking out the trash with a 9mm pistol. Didn’t shoot him in the head though–that’d be too quick. Instead, I splintered the tendons of his Achilles heel and ripped the rest apart with my teeth. Mmmmmm. Maybe he had a blood infection, though. I’ll have to check myself when I get home. The thought just pissed me off further, so I rammed his head against the dumpster and fucked that dick up. The space inside of that dumpster was his final resting place . . . isn’t that where trash belongs? 😉

Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: Payback with a Cattle Prod

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I have always been a subby bitch to men; however, when it comes to women I can be a switch hitter. When I was younger, I thought most girls were beneath me. I mean I am a tall beautiful goddess with huge tits. I could steal any man I wanted. In fact, in college, I often did.  Not because I wanted the man necessarily, but just because I could. There was this one girl whose boyfriends I regularly stole because she was a fat mean cunt and didn’t deserve handsome men anyway.  I saw her recently at the mall and I didn’t recognize her at all as she had lost so much weight and was actually kind of hot. She of course recognized me. We buried the hatchet and she invited me out for drinks. I met her, and I thought all was well, until I woke up in her basement tied to some table spread eagle with a baseball bat up my ass. She was fucking torturing my ass and when I started to scream and plead why, she simply said, “Because I can.” I begged for mercy for my ass. But she kept shoving bigger things inside me. My ass was being shredded. I could feel splinters in my ass. She pulled the bat out and it was covered in blood and shit and she shoved it down my throat and said, “Clean it up whore.” Then I glanced over and I say a medical tray filled with devices and one looked like a cattle prod. I pleaded again, but she didn’t care that I was a changed woman. She was hell bent on her revenge. A cattle prod would electrocute my ass, and may damn well kill me. She looked at me with an evil grin and said, “Cattle prods are hugs with oomph.” She then rammed that thing up my already destroyed ass. The rest is a blur.torture phone sex cattle prod big tits