Tag: Taboo phone sex

Black Market Find

Torture Phone SexWell, well, well.  Take a lookie at what I found just floating around for sale.  Isn’t she just, the most precious thing you have ever laid eyes upon? I’m not going to keep her of course, I’m going to make more money on her.  You see when she arrived, her skin was just so lovely, not a dent on her.  The people I deal with, do not want that sort of item for purchase.  They want something that excites them the moment they see it.  I took it upon myself to some DIY work.  I think the colors just bring out her pain all the more, don’t you?

It’s amazing what a blow torch can do in the right hands.  I already got in touch with this really fucked up dude that I came into contact with a few years ago.  He is into sexual sacrificial practices. He even has this house, not a shack mind you, but a house, on a lake, where he sometimes does this treatment of posing his playthings in different positions, then securing them, and then pumps in carbon monoxide until they stiffen up into that position. He is very artistic.  He is coming by the place tomorrow to check out the goods.  I still have some work to do.  Her face for example.  It’s too pretty, it needs some distressing, add some patina to it.  Maybe I can just pop out one of her eyes, something along those lines, or give her a nice bruise on her cheek.  I’ll think of something.

I just hope she gets top dollar, which she should, I mean she is more than likely going to become some sort of fucking statue in the man’s dinning room or something.  All I know is I cannot wait to see the finished product.

 

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone SexLast night it was brought to My attention that I have never given even the slightest view of My ass in any of My pics.  Since the phone call started out with Me smothering this person, I thought it only fitting to show a picture of My perfect ass.  There you are, I hope you enjoy it, it will be a long time before it is seen again. 

Now, onto what this is really about, which is one of My all time favorite subjects, Castration.  Not just your every day surgical castration mind you.  This has a specific twist to it.  Last night during the aforementioned phone session, as I was pushing the weight of My full self down upon an uplifted face so I could cut off the breathing, I began to run My nails over this person’s ball sack.  Far be it from me to leave it at that.  I took it one step further. 

I keep My nails sharp, you never know when you might need a weapon, and good strong nails can come in handy if need be.  I pressed first against the underside of the thin skin, adding more and more pressure until it ripped.  Then, I went onto the other side of the sack.  I applied steady, hard pressure until once again, the skin gave way to allow Me to bury my nails inside.

He started to thrash about, which made me grin.  I wanted to do more then simply give him a cause to get stitches.  I wanted to obliterate the very existence of his testes.  I crawled between his legs, lowered My head, exposed My teeth, hooked the skin on my eye tooth, and pulled back.  The fragile skin pulled away, ripped, tore, and ended up just being a flap over the objects that poured out.

I saw what I was looking for, I lowered My head into the muck.  I came up with one mother of pearl colored testicle in My mouth. I looked at him before popping it between my teeth and spitting it upon his chest. Then I went back for the other.   This one I kept tightly wedged between My teeth as I started My ascent up his body.  By this time he was shaking, his breath was shallow and rapid, the pain was washing over his face.  I hovered over him, pressing the testicle to his mouth.  I instructed him to open up, he did so, both him and I together bit into it, it was immediately decimated, which made this the most glorious kiss I have ever experienced in My life. 

Blasphemy Phone Sex Adventure Time

I wait until all other parishioners have left the sanctuary.  I watch as he snuffs out all the candles, the smoke from each rises up into the air to disappear forever.  I close my eyes and breath in the scent of this place, the Holy of Holies, the House of god.  I wonder how many women have come here, pregnant, searching for an answer only to be told that abortion is against god.  How many people have laid out their troubles to some Priest that sits behind a confessional screen only to have him talk back in a bored tone, giving instruction  to say a few Hail Mary’s and then they would be absolved.  What a total and complete load of bullshit this all is.  There is no absolution, there is no forgiveness, but what there is, is a book written 3500 years ago about an invisible force that created all life, and gave rules, and started wars, and got a young girl pregnant then didn’t pay  support, but worst of all? Forbid the masses from eating pork!  Fuck that shit, I’m eating a Triple Decker Bacon sandwich right now.  I bet jesus is up there in the stratosphere majorly craving some perfectly cooked pig parts at this very moment. I get up and smear the pew with the pig oil from my finger tips, and I save just enough so that I can also smear some on my lips, then I climb up onto the Alter and kiss jesus with my bacon lips. There you go jesus, enjoy.

This is when the Father turns to look at me.  He says tersely, “Can I help you?”  I climb down, licking my fingers.  I say, “Yes Father you can.  I need counsel, can you hear my confession?”  He checks his watch, and puts his hand on the back of my shoulder; I try not to puke from being touched by this asshole;  and leads me to the confessional booth.  I sit down and open my messenger bag; I wave at Ruby Girl; I take out the crucifix, and start to suck on it.  The Father takes a seat, and asks me, “How long has it been since your last confessional?”  I say back, “Twenty years.  I have never confessed to anything before.”  He goes on to ask me to tell him my sins so that I can atone for them.  I start. He hesitates. I push the Jesus On A Stick that I brought with me into my cunt. I tell him more. He fidgets with his collar. I start to moan. He tries to peer through the screen. I start to say the Lord’s Prayer in Latin; and no I do not speak Latin, I just found it online and took it with me and tried my best to enunciate it correctly.  He gets up and swings open  the confessional door, he sees me with Jesus buried Holy Beard deep, and he yells at me.  I laugh, and continue riding the son of God until I cum.  I stand up, allowing the Jesus On A Stick to slip out of me.  I pick up my messenger bag, push my way past the wide eyed Priest and make my way out the door.  I like to think that after that, he picked up the violated jesus and licked it off.

I might go back to that church some day, might even take jesus a whole ham this time, because I’m generous like that.

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Collection of Scissors

tool picThere are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?

HOLIDAY MERRIMENT!!!!

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh-YES!!!!! I love the fucking Holidays!!!!!!!

I was asked to watch a couple of weak little brats while their stupid-ass parents went to a FUCKING HOLIDAY PARTY!!! So, it was my chance to give the little shit-bags a special gift-TEAR GAS IN THE EYES and SKIN!!!! I had to share season’s greetings and make it FUCKING SPECIAL FOR THEM!!!! (HAHAHA)

I stripped the little bastards naked-I tied the little fuckers up-ball gagged them-shaved of all of their fucking hair-made cuts in their skin with my razors and sprayed tear gas merriment and holiday fucking cheer!!!!!(HAHAHAHA)

I love the holidays-it makes me feel the love. FEEL THE LOVE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! They said their skin was burning like fucking FIRE!!!(HAHAHA). The MOTHERFUCKERS screamed uncontrollably, foaming at the mouth-telling me that they couldn’t see (HAHAHA) I didn’t give two shits!!!! The little fuckers were convulsing and their fucking noses were snotting and running like broken faucets (on full blast)-FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!  Their skin was bloody red and bruised from-fucking chemical burns HAHAHAHA! I rubbed scouring pad/steel wool into their chemical burned skin-AHHHHHHH feel the burn!!!!!

Stupid bitches were drooling like little fucking brats,-coughing their fucking lungs up-fuckers were choking-gasping for air!!!! (HAHAHA). The stupid fucks were confused-didn’t know where the fuck they were!!!(HAHAHAHA) They asked me their names-panicking as I sang Christmas Carols and threw confetti all over them……then the fucks got angry and started screaming at me-that’s when I FUCKING GOT PISSED!!!  I sprayed tear gas in their piss holes and in their ass cracks-HAPPY HOLIDAYS BITCHES!!!!!

(HAHAHAHA) I decided to give them medical treatment-I soaked a few bandanas in lemon juice and vinegar and let the motherfuckers breath through it. Before leaving, I vigorously rubbed heavy duty sand paper all over their swollen and bruised cocks and pussies, and ass cracks. After I left, they were rushed to the ER-given oxygen, bandages and asthma medication. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

Welcome To The City Of Sin

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They come here.  Lost souls from all over the world.  They think they have it bad at home.  Step-Daddy touches them, Mommy let’s it happen.  Blah, Blah, Blah.  They always think other people give a shit, nobody gives a shit.  I am certainly not going to shed a tear because Daddy fucked you.  He has a dick, and dicks are made for fucking holes. It’s a fact, so it’s nobody’s problem that you don’t like it.  However, what I do like about this whole mess your life has become is you ran to the one place on earth that I will find you.

Welcome to Sin City My sweet morsel.  You will see things here that will make your home look like fucking nirvana.  You will have things done to you that will push you to the very precipice of suicide.  How can it get worse than that?  Sooner or later, you will run into Me.  I will plaster a fake ass smile upon My face, one that will almost make Me retch in disgust. Then I will put my arm around you, and tell you what ever you need to hear until I see that look on your face, that small sign that you are starting to feel safe with Me.  Finally, someone is here to take you away, listen to your stupid sob story.  I will take you under my wing, I’ll even allow you to stay in a suite with Me for the night, fatten you up on room service, pamper you, spend the next day shopping with you.  This is when your happiness starts to set in because I have not asked anything in return.  We will check out, we will get into My Bentley, then as we cross the Oregon boarder, we will stop for the night in some backwood piss hole.  I will act disgusted by the accommodations, instruct you to unpack while I go and see if there is cleaner room for us.

As I leave the room and you start to unpack, you start pulling out instrument, after instrument of sharp steel.  I step back into the room, brushing dark liquid from my rain coat.  Your eyes widen as you realize what it is.  I put on a cheerful smile, taking a few steps toward you as I speak, “The management and I did not see eye to eye, I have work to do, and I do not need any witnesses.” With those words I grab your throat, pressing my nails into your soft skin, I tell you how pathetic you are, and that the only way out of your disgusting life is for Me to release you from it Myself. 

Sin

Bitches Love Presents

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Everybody is all cheerful because of this great fucking holiday season. I guess I’m just a modern day scrooge. I could care less about christmas trees and icicle lights. Although I do love the color of the season. Red makes me excited. I could gut that fat fuck in the stomach watch him turn that hideous red suit into a blood red. Tie Mrs. Claus up and torture her big juicy tits. Make the elves strip naked and do naughty twisted things with the little ones and their toys. I wont forget those ugly ass reindeer, especially the big red nose one. Mmm I could use a overnight job. Christmas sounds just like my kind of profession. Sneak in through the fireplace, tiptoe into each house and have my way with these spoiled brats who think Santa is real. Only thing real is my mission to invade as many houses as I can before the sun comes up on Christmas Day. Enjoy the mistletoe daddy. Kiss your sexy daughter, we all know how hard you get for her. Now that I think about it, I may just enjoy this holiday.  It will be me, you and my evil sadistic thoughts. After all, I am a evil bitch and bitches love presents. 12 days of xmas, 12 sexy victims, 12 lewd sexual acts. 12 sinful presents for me…. With that being said…Happy Holidays!

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Creamy Pussy Sadistic Girl

My parents always told me never to open the door to strangers…

Hey, What’s up?  Nice to meet you….

 I spend a lot of time daydreaming and playing with my pussy.  I think about little brats getting used as raw meat for hardcore rape fantasies. I fuck my tight asshole till it swells up, using my favorite dildo.  I love to read about or see news of stupid bitches getting murdered and fucked, either before or afterwards. When I think about body parts getting sliced up or beaten to a bloody pulp, my nipples get so hard. Thinking about killing you in creative and sexy ways, makes me wet.  When I think about someone snuffing me out, I get so hot and horny….I cum over and over again when I do things that I shouldn’t do.  I love to be the star of a hot wet dream.  Because I have a tiny voice, no tits and a mini slut-like body, I get chosen a lot to be a  pure and innocent virgin victim. I’ve been called a nympho-maniac, and a perverted,  sadistic whore.  Maybe I need need therapy? Who knows? Who Cares?

I would love to lure a stupid little brat into your hands…I’ll finger my pussy, watching your stiff cock rip her wide-open.

Ruby Girl Loves Me

Violent Phone SexMeet my sweet Ruby Girl.  I have had her for so very long.  I found her in an abandoned house when I was pretty young, not even a teenager.  I showed her off, every one told me how ugly she was, but I don’t think she is ugly at all, I think she is the most beautiful baby doll in the world.  There came a time when I realized that she liked the same things I did and still do.  I was in my room, reading, when Ruby Girl whispered to me.  It didn’t scare me at all, I knew there was something very special about her, and because I always was good to her, she would tell me secrets.  She would tell me how to do things, and who to do them too.  Sometimes, Ruby Girl would have me take things from our playthings, or she would have me save pictures, so that we could look at them later in my closet when everyone else was asleep.  When we would go on an adventure I would sit Ruby Girl near by so she could watch, and she would tell me what a good girl I was being, and how what I was doing made her proud.  To this day, I carry her in a messenger bag where ever I go.  The thing about Ruby Girl is, I never know when she will start to talk to me.  I might be on the subway, by a school, in a restaurant, or walking past a house.  She is my forever friend, no matter if I have anyone else with me or not, she is my constant companion.  Maybe someday, someone you know, or perhaps yourself will get to play with Ruby Girl and I, I promise that I will take a lot of pictures, to add to our wall of fame that I keep.  You will be among a bunch of others who played games with us….and lost.

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Raven

Accomplice Phone Sex with Dark & Evil Jade

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Little black dress, hair and make up all in perfect order. Damsel in distress act totally down pat. Now its time to pick a victim and deliver the little slut to my accomplice. He likes them petite with a nice plump booty. Truth be told, I like them like that too, but I act like I don’t care either way. That ass is definitely my weakness. I start off by luring them in with a “my boyfriend left me for his assistant” story, that works on all the girls. Tisk, it’s sad really. Then I trick them into thinking that I’m beyond faded and I’m in need of a ride home. They always bite too. It’s ridiculous how these bitches fall for it. Then when they get me to the car that’s when I make my move. I like to keep it creative too. Although its sometimes difficult because I like blood but my guy likes his girls seemingly unharmed. But a little black and blue wouldn’t hurt… Maybe around her neck and her titties. A little redness on her ass and pussy isn’t all bad either. I get carried away sometimes, he will have to understand. Maybe he can take it out on me after we finish with this bitch.