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Silent Night, Bloody Night

torture phonesex angieOne of my all time favorite horror flicks is Silent Night, Bloody Night. One line from the movie moves me beyond my evil darkness.  “I have wandered in bitterness until all seasons have become as one. And that is a season of vengeance.”

Vengeance, a dish served cold, ice cold, straight from the freezer. It has taken me almost six months to prepare for my own special form of vengeance and the title of this film fits perfectly with my plan. I have set up a lane in my basement. At the end of it I have a created a bondage set up to hold ten of my worst enemies in the formation of bowling pins. The shackles are designed to hold each onus’s arms high in the air and will put them on their tip toes. I finally perfected my “bowling balls” . Skill saw bladed bowling balls specially designed to slice and dice. My human bowling pins will start in the standing position. Once I have hit a pin or several pins, I will lower them, gradually slicing and dicing them until they are laying on the lane completely helpless waiting for that one roll that will end the pain and madness.   

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If you’ve ever seen the bone chilling German horror film Anatomie (2000), you know just how fun playing Doctor can be. I was so inspired by this cinematic masterpiece, I decided to fuck up a bitch to honor it. For the surgical suture I had planned, my thread was chosen carefully. Black, strong, medical-grade sewing thread. I was going to disinfect it but decided against it. Dipping it in alcohol would prevent infection during a real surgery…but this was just an innocent game…make-believe play.

I belted my torture pet in and strapped her to the gurney while the chloroform was still swimming in her nostrils. The girl was precious: raven black hair, long and braided evenly on both sides. Unmarred, tanned skin without markings or blemishes. I couldn’t wait to spill her blood and ruin her holes as an outlet for my never-ending rage. I wanted to split her very being open and pull out her organs, fondle her heart & twist her own digestive track around her neck like a pretty little scarf. Take her apart from the inside out and sew her back up again.

She was naked, bared to my sight and exposed before me. A puff of black pubic hair between her legs. Delicate, pinkish nipples and soft skin everywhere. Stretched out, spread eagle, I fingered her limbs and cackled with glee. So happy to be ruining such a beautiful creation of God’s. While I loath them entirely, I do enjoy destroying them. My hand reached for a scalpel and pressed into her sensitive flesh as I sliced through her left tit. Such a glorious spillage of fat globules and an interesting pool of a substance I can only liken to phlegm gushed out. I leant down and lapped it up like a starved animal. Tasting my victims is my favorite part of the job. She began to stir and I knew that she was waking up. Perfect. My wolfish grin was dangerous and sharp as I stared down at her. She began to moan softly as the pain hit her–that pain she’d escaped while unconscious. “Hello,” I greeted her capriciously as she blinked awake. “The two of us are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

I Believe You Can Fly

Accomplice phone sex“Trash.  That is what you are.  Never wanted, never needed, useless and you serve no purpose what so ever.  If you were to just disappear I wouldn’t even notice.  As a matter of fact, why don’t you do just that.  I have more important people in my life, I never really wanted you anyway.  The only reason I kept you is that I didn’t have the money for an abortion.”

Those were the last words that it heard from it’s Mother before it rain crying out into the rain.  It thought that running away would solve all it’s problems.  IT is an idiot.  I wasn’t the one who found it, it was at a homeless shelter sitting on a cot in the corner.  Oh, did I mention that I volunteer at a Homeless Shelter?  I do, I will tell you why at some point soon.  Anyway, there it was.  Looking scared and shit.  You would think that because of the age of it, authorities would of been called.  I guess it was thought that it belonged to one of the adults that were there.  It took me all of thirty minutes of watching to realize that it didn’t belong to anyone and it was scared.

I had to laugh a little bit.  It heard me, I waved at it.  It waved back slowly.  I walked over with a lunch sack.  It took it and asked if it was free.  I told it not to be stupid, it was in a shelter, you don’t pay for things in a shelter.  I went back to passing out the lunches.

A long time had passed and it became more and more friendly with me.  I offered to call it’s parents for it.  It wanted to go back home even though it’s Mother said those things to it.  Apparently it’s better to be ignored then be on the streets.  Whatever, I don’t care.

I had my cell phone back home so I told it that either I could run back and get it or it would have to wait until the next day.  It looked like it was going to cry, so I said, “Come on.”  The more it talked the more irritated I became.  You know what? Fuck it.  No wonder the Mother said that shit, it wouldn’t shut up, not even for a god damned second.  A change in plans occurred.  I took it to a hotel telling it that I rented a suite because it was cheaper than paying regular rent.  We went up the stairs to the top floor.  I told it I had forgotten my key that I would be right back.

I walked back down to the desk, showed a little bit of tit to the guy behind the check in and he gave me the key to my room which I had lost.  I told her to open the door to the balcony, as she did so I just rushed her and ‘accidentally’ pushed her over the edge.  Ooops.  At least it’s quiet now.

Housekeeping

Taboo Phone SexThere is nothing better than a week away.  Check into a nice Hotel, have room service, get your bed made every day by house keeping.  What could be better? I’ll tell you what.  Having a sick fuck of a friend accompany you on your trip, that’s what.  Him and I had a great time, we played so many “What If” games while we were people watching.  Some of the things he comes up with are amazing.

Our last morning there we had a brand new housekeeper.  When I say brand new I mean brand new to the job.  She knocked on the door and we let her in.  We were packing up our stuff so that we could check out in a hour.  She was in the bathroom cleaning.  I was putting my clothing into the suitcase when I saw that my friend was standing outside the bathroom door watching the woman clean.  He looked at me and winked then put his finger to his lips to indicate that I should be quiet.

I shook my head no, but he just winked and grinned at me again.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.  He took a couple steps into the bathroom, then I heard her muffled scream.  I rolled my eyes.  He came out with her flung over his one shoulder, she was kicking and punching him in the back.  He tossed her onto the bed.  Seems he had stuffed a wash cloth into her mouth.

He laid on top of her, lifting up her blue uniform while he undid his pants.  A couple seconds later he was fucking her.  I asked him if he was done, he told me that he was just beginning.  This was going to take all fucking day, and I wanted to leave. He pulled out of her and sat by her side.  She just looked at me and I just looked back and went back to packing.  She sat up and bolted toward the door.  He reached out and grabbed her by her hair then smashed her face against the corner of the wall.  Jesus Christ, why couldn’t he just go for one damn week without getting me mixed up into this shit?  

Now, we are at a gas station, he is filling up the tank and there is banging coming from the trunk.  He says she is our souvenir.  He has plans to make her into his very own housekeeper.  I am not sure how long that will last, play things never last long with him.  I am pretty sure that when we get home I will get a call from him asking for help getting rid of her.  I guess my vacation is officially over.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

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I hate college towns, but they’re good for one thing: football games. No, of course, I don’t love the game. But between the drinking and crowds, it’s a paradise for a sadistic whore like me! So many ages, shapes and sizes, races, and degrees of stupidity. I was feeling particularly wicked and wanted a nice, fresh face…someone who was pretty that I could mar. She was easy to spot; she had people gathered around her; and, since she was so popular, it was going to be a challenge to get her alone. But I was up for it! I waited patiently until she stumbled to the bathroom alone.

I walked up behind her, pressed a knife in her back, and said, “If you want to live, you will do exactly what I say.” She smelled of beer and perfume. I took her back to an empty high school gym, where I had set up my toys. I tied her up and made her watch videos of prom queens and beauty pageants…as I sliced her face. I left the rest of her body alone; I just wanted to scar her face, watch the blood leak from what everyone admired. She cried, “My face…” and I chuckled, reminding her that she would never again look like the beautiful girls on the screen. I let her live but kept tabs on her as she suffered with deep depression.

One night, I left her a note that told me to meet me up on the roof of a campus building; I signed it with some of her blood that I had kept. Of course she came. I told her that she didn’t have anything worth living for and that her eyes even looked dead. I noticed cuts on her arms that I had never given her and smiled. “Why don’t you just end it?” I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of pushing her. I whispered evil musings in her ear, the same ones that I had told her on our first night together. Blankly, she stepped off, screamed only for a second, and made a sound like a cantaloupe on the pavement. It was one of the most beautiful sights that I had seen in a while.

Dreams of the living dead

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I was startled awake by a wonderful dream that I didn’t want to end; I’m sure some people would’ve called it “ghoulish.” My youngest sister, who’d died when she was little, was walking around…maturing as a teen but still decomposing. She took my hand and walked through various graveyards, showing me which ones were her victims and how she mutilated them. Then, she took me to the park, where she found a set of twins on a seesaw; she went over and talked to them and they followed her. I admired her choice in victims and watched smugly as my little sister led them to an abandoned factory building. It looked like she had spent years accumulating different torture devices, some that were antique and I would’ve loved to have! She allowed me to choose one of the twins and then the fun began. We took turns torturing our innocents, as if we were playing a board game. We laughed as we slung bats with spikes in the girls’ legs, tore at the girl’s flesh with our teeth, and gouged out their eyes. We were having so much fun that we were delaying their deaths; but, of course, we couldn’t resist for too long. She strangled hers, pressing her hands tightly around the small larynx until it was crushed. I always prefer the bloodier route: I cut her in half, from head to torso. I thought it was fitting to make her a twin of herself as if in some sort of twisted irony. We sat in the pool of blood and held hands…and I finally knew that she had never left me!

Little Sister Needs Assfucking

My little sister is so fucking scared of ghosts, she pisses her pants whenever I “see” one. ;D I thought this would be a wonderful opportunity to get out my ouija board and show the little bitch how Alice sets fires under asses. She was playing on the floor of the living room, two dolls in each hand. I snatched them away and told her to get undressed. Her eyes got so wide and started watering. I told her to do what I fucking told her to or I’d snap her dollies’ heads off. Little Jasmine did as she was told and began to strip off her little shorts and tank top set. When her soft little baby girl body was all exposed and naked, I grabbed her shed clothes, balled them up, and threw them in the fireplace so she couldn’t put them on again. Then I gave a sickeningly evil grin and got out the ouija board. “Cum play with me,” I told her, “it’s a fun game.” She was sad and frightened, but she’s used to me abusing her. She did what I told her to do because she knows what will happen if she doesn’t. When she put her hands on the planchette, I put mine on top. Then I asked if she was a dirty, sick little slut who needed to get a cock shoved up her tiny baby asshole. She started crying so hard; it made me smile even wider. Well, guess what, perv lovers? The spirit board said YES! ;D Who wants a turn first?

Bloody Black Flowers

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I am a goth bitch first and foremost. I live for malice and mayhem. Screams and blood is the air I breathe. And I love tats! I love the pain they bring me, it is almost a sense of calm when I watch the needle draw through my skin.. I was craving that calm lately so I decided on two sick ass tats of these black flowers. They were perfect because I like to think of myself as an Angel of Death at times, and what better way to signify my love for gore, than something as unique and simple as a black flower. Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

My favorite skin store wasn’t that far away so when I got there there was already something going down. Some cunt was trying to get out of paying for her tat! She was screaming “I don’t like what I see, and I will NOT pay for it!”. The artist had her in a grip and was demanding payment and she was not budging! When he saw me he just smiled.. he could smell my adrenaline pumping! She didn’t see me, but she sure felt the kick to the back of the head! Didn’t take long and we had this bitch strapped to the owners chair and we decided it was time to lock up for the day. She would be his last customer of the day. She was begging of course.. I just bitch slapped her and told her since she was too good to pay the hardworking man, he was just gonna take what he wanted! He started by taking her precious eyes out. Since she did not “Like what she sees”, he felt it appropriate to keep her from seeing anything!

Taboo Phone Sex ReaganOh how lovely she looked as he ripped her clothes off and shoved his tattoo gun up her snatch.. he immediately started jacking off his dick onto her face as he turned that needle gun on:) I wonder what gorgeous artwork the world would not get to see 🙂 Blood started to gush out of her upidy cunt and he blew his hot load all over her! I got so fucking turned on once his cum and her blood started to mix! It didn’t take long before she took her lats breath, and I got a free tattoo out of the deal!

Satan’s Cunt

I went to my first church service today. Funny thing . . . I couldn’t stop rubbing myself off on the sermon. You ever had a 666 tattoo stamped onto your skull? No? Haha. You can borrow mine, baby. I’m the ultimate in blasphemy. What I don’t fuck with a crucifix, I lap up like a dirty, depraved puppy dog. And what I don’t shout to the fucking heavens when a huge ass cock explodes an immaculate impregnation up my divine asshole, I am begging Christ to whip his dick out so I can have a go at that, too. I feel up every man I get my filthy, sinning hands on. My fingers have a way of turning men to the dark side. My tongue has a way of convincing them to do my bidding. And my tight, wet, evil cunt is Satan’s perfect fuckhole. He uses me like his innocent virgin bride to defile the virginity and respect of everyone around me. I am Lilith incarnate, a sickening seductress who will hold you down and fuck the bejesus out of you…

Gothic Girls Rule

torture-phonesex-karmaI love the darker side of life. Things that go bump in the night. I am the firl with wild dark hair. The one that has tattoos and body piercings. When you see me from across the room with my dark eyeliner and pale skin, you know I am in the forbidden zone. I love the dark and tabboo fantasies and fetishes. Normal, everyday vamilla sex is such a drag. I want to kiss you and bite your lower lip drawing blood and tasting it. Tonight I am going to trun a sweet young cheerleading type into a real goth girl. She has no idea what she is in for She will never go back to the sweet little thing she once was. I have the perfect outfit for her, all the makeup and some special little dark and twisted treats to indtroduce her to. Tonight I am the teacher and she is the student and by the dark of the night I will fill her soul with blackness. My cunt is tingling with anticipation. There is no turning back now!