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No Strap Needed

When you told me I was going to fuck the new slave whore, I figured you meant with a strap on… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t mean it that way at all. You bathed me, got me dolled up, and placed me on the big wooden table. For a fleeting moment I thought maybe you were going to fuck me, the way you used to. But I am too pathetic, and even cleaned up I am hardly desirable enough for you. You want the new slaves. the sluts with the fresh bright red blood.

Tonight you were going to make sure you got just that. You propped my knees up, and spread my legs. I could feel your rough hands on my inner thighs and I longed for your hands inside my pussy… But instead, you picked up a knife. My heart started to pound as I thought you were going to slice my pussy and give me what I need so badly. But then you flipped the knife around and stuck the handle end into my cunt. Ughhh. Not what I needed at all.

So there I lay, with a blade sticking out of my pussy like a sharp metal cock. You grab the newest, and smallest, of the sluts, and drag her over to to the table. You easily lift her up and make her straddle me. She sees the knife and begins to cry. If she only knew that only makes you want blood more…. The poor pathetic waste of space. And yet, I am jealous. She will get all your lust tonight, and she won’t even want it the way I do. You lift her by her hips, her pussy quivering over the tip of the knife. Her hands tied behind her, her strength gone.

You hold her there and tell her she is going to ride my “cock”. She starts to scream, but its too late, as you drop her down onto the blade and it slices so quick and clean deep inside her little cunny. She loses her breath and can’t make a sound as the pain fron the blade races through her body and hits her brain. I begin to grind my hips up into her, fucking her with the blade, being the good slave slut you taught me to be. Her blood pours out of her cunt, all over mine, and you begin to kick her bloody clit as I continue to fuck her.

She catches some air and instead of screaming she starts to moan. Your tongue on her bloody clit and my sharp “cock” fucking her insides is exactly what she needed. The little whore begins to grind back down on me, and I know she is under your control now. She will want you forever, the same way I do…. but you don’t ever keep anything forever…

Jumpers

I am chained to the crossbeam against the wall and you tell me that its time to get me charged up. I have no idea what you’re talking about until you pull out what look like jumper cables for a car! My heart starts to race as I see the metal clamps with the huge metal teeth on both of the ends of the cable. I follow the cable with my eyes, and the other end is hooked onto a car battery.

My pussy starts to drip at the excitement of what kind of pain it may cause, and even though I am terrified, I am still aching for some pleasure. You always play the best games with me. You flick a switch back near the battery and I can hear the low hum of a strong electrical current. The sound alone makes my teeth start to vibrate and I can feel the vibration all through my bones radiating up from the floor.

You approach me with one of the clamps, and look me up and down as if trying to decide where to place it. Your eyes fixate on my breast, and then I know whats coming. In one hand you have some lubrication and you apply it generously to my breast. I know this is to make the electrical current stronger. Then you sqieeze open the clamp and begin to place it on my nipple. The elctricity surges through me and I literally bite my own tongue off.

My body is paralized and convulsing from the current and I smell smoke. You’re trying to clamp it on me, but the lube is making it difficult to grasp and so the metal teeth are tearing my flesh as it slides on and off. But the current is constant and although I can’t move, I begin to feel my insides melting and can see the ends of my hair burst into flames. Finally you get the clamp to grip and stand back as I cook from the inside out….

Batter Up

You wake us up in the middle of the night, and I can tell you’re high as hell. You’re holding something in your hand… what is that? Some sort of baseball bat? You clang it against the bars of my cell and announce that its time for Batting practice. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see that you are indeed holding a bat, but around the end of the bat you have wound some sharp and rusty barbed wire. My blood runs cold, wondering what your plans are for that bat.

You drag me by my hair to the middle of the dungeon. I cower and lower my head, thinking you are going to bash my brains in with your new toy. Instead you kick me under the chin and Iland onmy back. You tell me, “spread ’em, you filthy fucking whore”. Thats when I knew where that bat was going. But I had to do as i was told, and I laid back on the cold dirt floor and spread my legs for you. I grabbed my ankles, turned my head and closed my eyes.

With one swift motion you thrust the bat and all its barbed wire right up my cunt. It tore me to shreds on the way in, and I could barely scream as it continued to ravage my insides. You twisted and turned it, laughing like a maniac the entire time. Some of the other slut slaves were crying, knowing they would be getting their chance at bat tonight, too. You pumped it inside my cunt, blood everywhere, and I could feel the barbs tearing my flesh like a fish that couldn’t escape the hook.

You began to try to yank it out and parts of me and the walls of my vagina came out with it. The bat was covered in blood and gore and you looked at it in amazement. I laid there, legs still spread, afraid to move. You went to the next slave’s cell, opened the door, and said “Batter Up!”

I am the Queen of taboo phone sex!

taboo phone sexI have always been fascinated by evil, not boring everyday bullshit, I’m talking true fucking evil like a twisted deal with the devil kind of shit.I think that is why I enjoy taboo phone sex so much, it brings twisted fantasies right to me. People may think I am crazy but is communing with the devil any different than your pathetic religion? The only difference I see is that my Lord actually shows himself while your pitiful god hides himself and ignores your prayers. That is how I ended up an accomplice to a different sort of being last night, he was male but definitely not human. I had found an abandoned mortuary that was isolated enough for my purposes a few weeks ago and last night I went there to summon my demons. I had a virgin to sacrifice to them, she was a small and delicate little bitch with blonde hair and blue eyes and to my delight she was absolutely terrified. I had her restrained to to the mortuary table, she was completely naked and begging me to let her go home to her mommy. I told her that she was my whore now and that she would never ever see her stupid mommy again. All of her whining and begging stopped immediately though as soon as my Lord showed up, he is a terrifying specter over eight feet tall with ragged wings, sharp fangs and a three foot long cock that was rock hard and ready to impale her. He stared deeply into her eyes and she was frozen, she couldn’t even whimper as he came closer all she could do is lie there shaking, waiting for the torment to end. But it was only just beginning, we had the whole night to torture that little whore and we used every moment we had to make her suffer unimaginable agony. When he finally shoved his massive cock inside her, she was eager for it, she was hoping for her suffering to end with her death but she couldn’t have been more wrong. His enormous cock ripped her tiny body in half and as she died her soul flew straight to hell where she would be tormented for eternity.

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Taboo Phone Sex Organ Strainer

I live to serve you. Tonight is the night of your special dinner party. I can hear the guests arriving upstairs. I can smell the cigar smoke and the perfume wafting down through the grates in the walls. The music, so creepy, and I can’t imagine who these freaks are that you have me make these drinks for. You’ve got me dressed in new black lingerie. Its the only time of year I get to wear “clothes”. It barely covers the bruises and scars you have inflicted on me, but dare I say I still feel pretty?

You come down to the dungeon and tell me to prepare the cocktails. I hope that the rest of the slave sluts will supply enough blood to make your party a success. Last year I wasn’t so lucky and you beat me unconscious for not doing my job. I wasn’t going to let you down, I had a plan and a secret tool. I had found a small strainer in one of your torture toolboxes, and I knew it would help me get every drop of blood I could out of the other pathetic whores traopped down here with me.

I have a tray of glasses, and take my knife and strainer into the first slave’s cell. She tries to crawl away, but she is too weak. As I suspected, cutting her wrists yielded practically nothing. Not enough to even fill two cocktails on the tray. She has been bled so many times to satisfy your own appetite, that flowing blood is hard to come by. I raise the knife to her left tit and she begs me not to kill her. But there is no other way to get the blood out. I ram the knife into her chest and twist and turn it until I can reachin and grab her still beating heart.

Her eyes go glassy as I pull it from her chest. I hold it over the third wine glass, and squeeze it like an orange. Blood pours out, and the smell is so fresh and metallic.  I am able to fill a  few more glasses, and then I take her heart, as she watches unable to move any longer, and cut it into smaller pieces. I take each piece and put it in the strainer. I squeeze each piece like little sponges full of blood, into the remaining glasses. This was working perfect, I would be able to squeeze every drop of blood out of these slaves tonight.

I take the first tray upstairs and serve your guests. They marvel over the fresh blood cocktails and drink them. You pat me on the bottom, and send me back downstairs with the empty tray to get your guests another round of drinks for your Taboo Phone Sex CockTail Party….

Accomplice Phone Sex with Venus: Let’s Hunt Our Dinner

accomplice phone sex kill torturtureLooking for accomplice phone sex? Well, I am a sadistic bitch always hunting prey, which is always more fun with an equally twisted partner. Winter is approaching and I have this creepy little cabin in the mountains where bodies are easily hidden. You see hunting prey in the snow is better because no one will find the bodies for months. And, if they do, they are in an advanced stage of decomposition making identification difficult.  My little kill shack is off the beaten path, but near enough to a ski lodge that we can kidnap victims easily. You would be amazed how many novice skiers get off the bunny slope and end up in my backyard by mistake, which makes them trespassers, which makes them free to hunt.  It is just as easy to stalk our prey at the nearby ski lodge too. Hell this last time, my accomplice John and I just told this couple we wanted to have them for dinner. Once they arrived, we were liberal with the libations to cushion the blow that we were literally going to have them for dinner. The blizzard had rendered us unable to get to the store and our food supply was dwindling. Flesh may not be our preferred choice of meat, but the will to survive sometimes calls for extreme measures. Funny, how no couple believes us until we show them the chainsaw, knives, bow and arrows…

accomplice phone sex killer preyWe like to hunt; it’s an art form. Anything worth having is worth working for, and dinner is no exception. Hunting your food not only makes it taste better, but gives you a better appreciation for the gift of sustenance. We like to make it challenging so we give dinner a head start. Amanda and Jim were provided snow shoes, and a survival back pack that included a compass, protein bars, bottled water and heat packs. It was snowing really hard, which made this hunt more challenging because we could not follow their tracks. Turns out that was really not a problem because Amanda and Jim were dumbasses. You are being hunted by two strangers, in the mountains, in the snow and you pee?  Not up against a tree, but along your trail. They gave us a urine road map straight to them. Guess maybe giving them wine was not really fair. John and I were in the woods not very long when we picked up the scent of human piss. From there it was easy to track them. We actually spotted them early in the hunt, but where is the fun in killing your prey, even stupid prey, so soon? We let them think they were smarter than us. We let them think they might actually escape our horror winter wonderland. We gave them until sunrise. Stalked them, laughed at how stupid they were. They apparently never thought to use the compass we gave them. I was not feeling bad at all about eating them. Stupid  people don’t taste worse than smart people. You just feel better eradicating more stupidity in the world.

accomplice phone sex cannabalismThey got to this ice pond and well, my tummy was gurgling. John and I were in agreement that the hunt was over. I got all Catniss like, drew my bow and got Amanda right in the head, then her meaty companion. Their blood spilled onto the ice turning it a crimson red. We scooped up their dead carcasses, attached them to a thick branch we found, and carried them back to the cabin to join us for supper. In the basement, John used his chainsaw to sever the body parts. I used my knives to skin the flesh off the bones. I cut out the organs to freeze for later meals, and used the flesh to make a nice hearty stew. The skin of two healthy  humans makes enough flesh stew to feed two for at least a month.  Throw in some potatoes and seasonings and  I swear it taste like chicken soup.

My sexy accomplice threw the bones and clothes out back. Either the coyotes  will carry it away, or the snow will bury the evidence of our survival games. John and I hunt well together. We fuck like wild animals after every kill too. Hunting our dinner is foreplay. Having an accomplice that understands your dark desires, your taboo fantasies, your sick pleasures is important. Life is too short to kill alone. Let’s hunt, kill and fuck together.

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Cannibal

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When I thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. He slaughtered that poor girl and stuffed her severed limps inside a freezer. Two nights in a row he’s had friends over dinner and they’re all aware she’s being served as the main course. After I refused to eat any he tortured and starved me. Today, I finally gave in. I couldn’t take anymore my stomach ached, the beatings were awful too.

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Her meat was still sizzling on my plate which made me feel a little queasy. Still, I left my plate clean. He laughed and mocked me as I ate, but I hardly felt guilty anymore. She tasted so good, nice and juicy. It’s hard to tell if I only enjoyed it because I was so hungry…not that it really matters… I’m a murderer and a cannibal now.
He didn’t even really force me or threaten me, it almost took nothing at all for me to crack. Maybe he thinks I’m a horrible person that deserves this? I used to think I was a good girl, but maybe I was wrong.

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Suffocation Phone Sex with Cassandra: Death Pond Asphyxiation

suffocation phone sex torture bondageI woke up in a basement. Not sure whose basement, or how I got there. It was cold, damp and musky smelling. I could feel spiders crawling on me as I laid on the floor groggy and bleeding from my head. I suspected I had been hit over the head with some object and kidnapped. I tried to speak. Ask where I was, barter for my freedom. A big huge man in leather and one of those S and M masks that obscured the face, grabbed my blonde ponytail and dragged me across the cold cement, and strung me upside down from the rafter.

He started to shrink wrap me. I had been mummified before, but this was not quite the same. This felt sinister, even darker than bondage. He wrapped my face so tight I could not breathe. He was suffocating me with the plastic wrap. I was gasping for breath. I was in a panic  but trying to breathe slow ; trying to breathe period. I couldn’t move or breathe. Suddenly, he inserted a small tube in my mouth, giving me an airway. But, very little air was coming through, so I was still suffocating, struggling to breathe, struggling to stay alive.

I could hear voices, but the plastic wrap was so tight on my face I could not open my eyes. Then suddenly I was moving. Three men were carrying my mummified body like a coffin out of the basement. I was struggling to understand them. I was moving but not sure were. I was getting weak from lack of oxygen. Then one of the men made an opening where my eyes were. I heard him say, “We want you to see where you will take your last breath.” It was a creepy ass pond or lake. I could see hands sticking out of the water. They were going to bury me alive in a liquid tomb. I was starting to shake.  I even said a prayer. I felt myself being submerged in the slimy noxious smelling water. It smelled like death; like rotting flesh. They buried me up to my chin. The horrifying thing was I could see other women struggling to breathe like me. And I could see the decaying hands of the women who were unlucky to stay afloat or keep their head in such a manner that they did not suffocate.

My breathing was so labored. I could feel myself suffocating. Very little air could get in through that tiny tube. Wind was making the water splash into the tube. The pond water tasted nasty. My head was cramping in the only position that kept me alive if even barely. I passed out from lack of oxygen. I woke up in a fisherman’s boat. Never been so close to death before. I was the only one that made it. The rest suffocated or drowned in that death pond. I still don’t know who took me or why. It could have even been my kind rescuer. I am grateful to be breathing again, but I will always live in the fear that my captors will find me again once they realize I did not perish in that death pond like they intended.

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Suffocation Slut

I knew her time was almost up. Hell, the poor slut was just worn to shit. I know she wasn’t much older than me when you captured her, but she has been ridden hard with your torture and I have seen you stretch her skin right off her bones. It never snapped back quite right and it aged her. With winter coming I know you need fresh meat and the dungeon is crowded with some pretty worthless whores.

Time to trim this hell hole down. I knew when you put the pink bra on her that her time was up. Somehow she was too stupid to fucking realize it. Your slaves only wear pink when they are coming in or going out. This bitch was about to go out. You had her tied and struggling around on the dirt floor. She looked scared, but we are used to that. Being scared is a feeling I can no longer live without.

You were pacing, and I know you just wanted rid of her. Snuffing the piece of filth was too good for her ugly wrinkled body. She didn’t deserve that kind of relief. She had almost bled out last time you played with her, so she doesn;t even have enough blood left to make your cock hard. You snap your fingers at me and call me over. I crawl on all fours, as you taught me, and you tell me to take care of it.

She hears what you told me and her eyes go wide. She knows she is done and will not even get any pleasure out of it. I look around the dungeon. I see an empty bag on the table and decide suffocating the worthless cum slut will be the best way. Suffocation phone sex can be a cruel way to go for such a filthy bitch. I get the bag and try to get it over her head. With all the strength she has left she struggles and even tries to bite my hands. You kick her in the jaw with your boots, and her head lulls back so that I can get the bag on.

It didn’t take long, and I watched, almost jealous, as her last breath struggled to be taken, but couldn’t be found. She was such a waste of space. Hell, so am I, but at least I made room for another girl for you. I take off the pink bra she was wearing and offer it up to you. You stuff it in your pocket and head upstairs. You will be on the hunt tonight, and next time I see that bra, it will be on fresh meat….

Snuff By Suffocation

suffication phone sex angiePinching my pussy lips while I sit in the tub thinking about my very first suffocation fantasy and how I lived it out the only way I knew how, with my Barbie and a little sandwich bag. I saw the scene in a horror movie and it made my little girl pussy twitch with longing. I had to play make believe with Barbie and pretend I was suffocating her and taking her life.sufication phone sex barbie Now I am all grown up and I have a real live Barbie in my basement. Securely bound to the large metal X that I have. Ankles and wrists shackled well. I can hear her screams for help. The sounds of her screaming fueling the fire that is building inside me. I have already administered a great deal of torture and pain and delighted in every bit of it. Right now she is hooked to a shock machine that is set on a timer. Every few minutes she receives a jolt to her pussy and ass, The electrodes are placed just so. I am looking at the clear plastic bag on the counter in my bathroom and I am imagining putting it over her head, securing it with duct tape and standing back. Watching her struggle to breath. I will of course increase the intensity of shock and decrease the time between them to maximize her suffocation experience and my pleasure. With my fingers covered in my own juice and my nipples as hard as they can get, I descend the stairs, bag in hand. She let’s out one last scream as I adjust the electricity and lower the bag, taping it shut. The time has cum for my climax and her end. sufication phone sex2