Tag: Torture phone sex

Not-So-Happy Trails

torture phone sex marleyWell, I am finally almost to the mountains. I keep hoping that someone will pick me up. This trek is more grueling than I had realized. I went into the store here in the town I’ve stopped in for supplies, and there was a man in the back. He tried not to be noticed, but I noticed him. It’s hard not to notice when someone is scoping you out like they’re a predator and you’re the prey. I could feel his eyes moving along with every step I took and every item I grabbed. I got the bare necessities and skipped out pretty quickly. The strange thing was, it felt like his eyes were following me the entire rest of the day, even now. I feel like his eyes are on me, and my skin is crawling. I may go take a bath in the lake. It was crystal clear earlier, and so still. I want to wash this icky feeling right off of my body.

To whom it may concern,

I have been hearing odd noises, like a person trying to be quiet while systematically stalking me through the woods. I first noticed it while I was bathing in the lake. If anyone should come across this diary and I am not with it, you can bet your ass that something has happened to me

There Is No Escape

torture phone sex Sitting in my chair with a drink in my hand and a hand on my cunt.

I have been waiting for hours for the sounds that are making me so fucking wet right now. It took her long enough to wake up and now she is thrashing and yelling and trying to get out. the sounds serving to make me horny as fucking hell.

As I open the door to the room I watch her clawing at the wood over the window and I see a finger nail peel back from the force and blood come gushing out in long spurts. She still hasn’t noticed me.

Suddenly my pussy begins gushing cum in unison with her wound and all I want to do is see more carnage.

Raising my arm into the air I bring the metal fire place poker down to meet her leg. All at once I hear the crack of her shin bone as the end of it pushes through her skin and he body sinks to the ground.

She knows I am here now and there is so much more to cum.

Mountain Towns

torture phone sex marleyHitchhiking through the mountains soon. I can already see them in the distance. I decided to see if self-mutilation was any good. I took my Swiss army knife and dragged it along the inside of my thigh just below the panty-line. It let a trail of blood down my thigh that felt luscious, but it wasn’t as good as when I was being cut by those nuts in the woods.

I took the blood from inside my thigh and tasted it. That metallic tang had me puckering my face a little, but it wasn’t terrible. Then, I drew some along my breasts and throat, up to my jaw line. I’m sure I must have looked a sight to passers-by, but I can always tell them that it’s just paint for a costume I’m trying out. Halloween isn’t that terribly far off, after all. I hope someone will give me a ride soon, it’d be nice to reach my destination before Halloween, attend a few parties, and really get into the spirit of things, you know?

Dungeon and Dragons

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I answered an ad on craigslist, I really thought he meant he wanted someone to be a part of his gaming group for dungeon’s and dragons – I guess that also shows me really what a stupid whore I am. I should have known honestly, how could I ever be so stupid? Cuz when I showed up it was no board game. It was literally a dungeon… and dragons was code for big black cock. I had zero chance once I arrived. I am barely over 100lbs! He scooped me up and before I knew it I was chained to the wall, spread wide and beyond exposed. All these guys came in, laughing at me and calling me all sorts of names. I struggled against my binds but it was useless, they were already beating on me. I was getting bloody and raw, and they hadn’t even started fucking me yet. Before I knew it all my holes were getting stretched open…my pussy was being forced to take 2 cocks and I was trying to suck all the dick I could fit in my mouth. They continued to beat me down, and pass me around. I was chained up and helpless, I knew no one could hear me scream or cry. This was dungeon and dragons – taboo phone sex edition.

This Snuff Porn Bitch is a No Taboo Phone Sex Toilet Slave Too

snuff pornSnuff porn is very popular for me. Lots of men want me to star in their Dead Production. Many men loathe a read headed slut. I’m stupid. I’m a total addict who does anything for coke. My callers know this. The men in my life know this. I’m abused on and off the phone. I don’t mind though. I know I was born to be a submissive whore.  I get a lot of rape fantasies and hardcore snuff, but a few get very nasty with how I die. I have one caller who wants me to be his very young daughter. I am older than he is, but it is fun to pretend to be that young again. Even as young girl I am consumed with bad thoughts. I want my dad to do very bad things to me like starve me until I am nothing but skin and bones. I want to be his toilet slave. And not just his slave either. I want to be a slave to the big barnyard creatures out back. I beg to roll around in their excrement despite flies and maggots. I live on a diet of piss and shit from the 2 and 4 legged members of the house. Eventually, a 4 legged monster’s cock splits me in two and I die slowly and painfully in a heaping pile of shit. But I enjoy my demise because it is fitting for a stupid fucking toilet whore to die in a vat of animal dung. Maybe extreme bathroom play isn’t your thing. I share this hot fantasy so you understand just how much of a no taboo phone sex whore I am. Nothing is too sick or too depraved for me. Unlike some girls in this business, being a coke head submissive slut is not an act, but a way of life.

Tormented Thoughts

torture phone sex marleyThey cut me loose in the wild today. I have no idea where I am, or how far off my plotted course for cross-country hiking. What I do know is that I have begun to feel these yearnings. Scary yearnings that seem like they would bring such utter bliss. I can literally imagine me cutting into my belly, running my fingers through it, and smearing the blood across my chest and face. I can imagine driving a corkscrew into my thigh and leaving it there until it stopped bleeding before removing it again. The images of me covered in my own blood frighten and excite me. I can feel my muff getting sloppy wet with the thought of my own blood drying slowly on my skin, like a body mask at a fancy spa. And, the scariest part of all, I’m kind of hoping another sadistic family will find me, take me in, and keep me until either they kill me or I kill them with all the bloody love we could share. My thoughts are scaring me today, will you help me?

Rape Fantasies With T

torture phone sex aubreeI had a great call today. I won’t name names, but T knew what a dirty little whore I am. I’ve thought about him several times and the rape fantasies that we shared. It’s so nice to talk to someone who shares that fantasy and knows just what to say to me to get me off. I like a very dominant, rough man whom takes control and takes what he wants. Nothing makes my pussy wetter. Right now, just blogging about it has my clit bulging and tingly and my nipples are so hard. His call left me breathless, bruised and wanting more. Do you share this fantasy? I’d love for you to call me and talk to me about it. Call me and take control, tell me what you’d do to me if you saw me in a dark alley, or in a park at night. Mmm, I’m on edge and in need of a release. Won’t you call and help me out?

Ashes to Ashes….

torture phone sex karmaMy eyes are closed as I absorb the energy of this old and musky place. My hand is in my pants, rubbing my swollen clit, my nipples rock hard as the cool, thick air kisses my skin. I can smell the musk of time and feel the dirt and dust on my back. You can tell that it was once an ornate house of worship for the poor fools that believe in a martyr that lived and died on a cross so long ago for their sins.

What a crock of shit.

Now it is abandoned, long forgotten with walls that are crumbling. The alter still stands and that huge cross that hangs behind it is covered in dust. Behind the alter I have bottles of water, bags of cement and everything I need to carry out sadistic sacrifice for my Dark Lord.

I love bringing my sacrificial lambs here and filling these decrepit walls with the sounds of agony and the smell of blood.

There is a huge ant hill in the back and when I am done I drag the body out there and leave it. When I return the flesh has been eaten and the bones are left for me. I carefully mix the cement and add the bones to the walls of my sanctuary.

I just finished adding the bones of my last victim. Nothing makes my cunt wetter then revealing in my evil and sadistic ways. Letting myself enjoy the pleasure it brings me as I cum right here in what was once a house of peace, but is now my house of pain.

Rape Me Fantasies

torture phone sex aubreeI like my rape fantasies, I so enjoy pretending that I don’t like it don’t want it when really, I am getting off on it. Sometimes I hang out in parks late at night in hopes that someone will come along who will take the bait. And, I mean TAKE it. The last time, he jumped out at me from behind a tree and grabbed both of my arms. I screamed and fought, but secretly, I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I cried out and screamed, “No, please.” But, what I really wanted to say was, “harder, faster, hurt me, make me fucking feel it!” He tied my arms behind my back, as if he had to, and put his tongue in my twat, making me come over and over. The more that I squirmed and screamed, the wetter my twat got. It was so fucking hot, I think about it all the time. I am going back to the park this evening in hopes I’ll run into him again.

Taking Out The Trash

violent phone sexIt was late and I had noticed that my husband did not take the trash out for the week. So I had to hurry up and get it out because I knew the garbage men would be by first thing in the AM. I hurried as quickly as I could go. Hoping and praying the neighbor did not catch me out there. It was such a relief once I reached the back door and that is when it hit me. I was grabbed around the neck with a chain of some sort and drug down to the ground. I was barely able to breath let alone notice who was behind this. Although I had a good idea. Kicking and screaming as the chain dug harder into my throat I could feel the cement just eating my flesh as I was being pulled across it. Finally we reached the garage where he picked me up by the head of my hair and then tore my clothes off me. What was left of them. He fucked me over and over. It went on for hours. Taking a pounding from his cock and then his fist. Making sure to evenly rotate. Once he was done he kicked me in the back and mumbled another piece of trash to take to the curb. Leaving me there to lay.