I never dreamed that my latest wicked scheme would bring me so much pleasure and last so long. Her pain and agony has been delightfully satisfying giving me days and nights of pleasure. The long and agonizing process of poison ivy first becoming a rash that drove her crazy with it’s itching, swelling her body and bringing red whelps to the surface was just the beginning. As the hours passed the rash became small blistering sores. Watching the transformation made my cunt so fucking wet. Soon the blisters began to grow and fester becoming huge puss sores all over her body.
She has been tied to that tree for days now. I am keeping her hydrated so that she doesn’t die on me yet. The sores are starting to eat her flesh and I feel sure that she can’t last much longer. The poison has to be in her blood stream. She is feverish and delirious and it is the most wicked, evil, demented, twisted and sadistic torture ritual that I have ever administered. I will definitely be doing this again. The next time my victim will be a man. I can’t wait to see what the poison ivy does to a cock and balls over time. Just the thought of it is driving me crazy and keeping my cunt dripping wet.
Tag: Torture phone sex
It Took Days
Evil Phone Sex with Venus: Just a Little Ole Halloween Prank
I am not exactly the kind of girl to punk someone or even play a practical joke. I’m more the dark serious type. However, I have no problem pulling an evil Halloween prank, especially on someone I cannot stand like my best friend’s cheating, lying, tool of a boyfriend. If I could kill him I would. But then I would have to hear her whine about him being dead even though he is a worthless prick. I decided to scare the piece of shit. I invited him over to make peace. Me make peace that should have been the dipshit’s first clue. I knew if I came on to him, he would be all over me like Mrs. Voohrees on horny camp counselors.
He took the bait and was trying to fuck me in kitchen. I instructed him that if he wanted me, he had to work for it. First, I told him to get naked and go into the dark bathroom and sit on the toilet waiting for me. Said I would be in momentarily. Made up some shit about liking to fuck on the toilet. And I’d turn on the light once I got naked so he could bask in my beauty. I amazed myself. When he went in the bathroom I waited for the screams. Then I heard them. I knew he had done just as instructed. I went in, flipped the light and saw him stuck to the toilet. I had glued a thousand tacks onto the seat so when he sat down naked, his flesh would be pierced. He won’t bleed out or anything, just hurt pretty good and be stuck for a bit.
I turned on the light and came over to him with my big knife and made him think I was going to castrate him. I told him he did not deserve Taryn and his cheating miserable excuse of a boyfriend didn’t deserve to have his pecker. I put the knife under his cock and made him plead to save his worthless dick. He cried, and begged and made promises of fidelity. I may have accidentally on purpose sliced him a little. Once he promised he would keep his dick in his pants and treat Taryn like the princess she is, I told him it was all just a evil little Halloween prank. I never planned to lob off his manhood. But, I made it clear to him that I was an evil bitch who loathed him and could just as easily castrate him for real if he was to ever trip and accidentally fall into someone else’s vagina again. He seemed to get the idea that I was a rather psychotic prankster. I then made him get up, warning him, he may have a few tacks stuck to his ass. The look on his face when he thought I was going to rid him of his manhood was worth the blood on my toilet. Sadly it was just a prank, albeit an evil one. But, I have castrated men for far less offenses than cheating on my BFF. Hell, I’ll castrate you just for the fun of it. Not every man deserves a cock.
The Worms Crawl In……
I love Halloween. I can be evil and demented and people, especially the little ones think it is all fake and just a good trick. I always have the scariest shit in my yard for my little visitors. They always ask how I make it look so real and my answer every year is “How do you know it isn’t real?” They laugh and walk away and my cunt gets wetter as the night goes on, This year I have been preparing for the biggest, nastiest, thrill yet. He has been in my basement for going on a month now. I started by cutting his flesh and allowing the wound to fester. With the open sore becoming more infected by the day I finally added my little minions, a handful of flesh eating maggots. It didn’t take long for them to devour the rotting flesh of the wound and begin to move up the leg to fresh, delicious, tasty flesh. It’s OK I never waist food I could eat myself. He was a homeless bum from tent city by the tracks. An alcoholic that came willingly with me for the cheap booze I bought him. I never eat anything but healthy flesh. He is perfect however for my Halloween decorations. When he begins to moan I simply give him more cheap booze and he gets drunk and passes out while my little maggots do their job. My cunt has enjoyed many good orgasms as I have watched the maggots devour his flesh. By the time Halloween rolls around more then half his leg will be crawling maggots and bone. I will drug him so he looks like a prop and I will lay him in the yard by the front gate. Everyone that comes to my door will have to pass him. They will stop and stare and be amazed that I did it again. The worms crawl in…the worms crawl out and by the time I am done they will be through his stomach and out his mouth…..sinful perfection!
My Wicked Heart Beats Faster
Usually when I torture a victim it includes using and abusing them for my amusement and sexual gratification. Today, however, I am simply going to enjoy her discomfort, her pain, her torment and just sit back and watch. In preparation I carefully put on gloves and head out to the woods. I am gathering a huge basket of poison ivy. She is tied to a tree naked and scared just like I want her. She has no idea what is about to happen. I come back with my basket and begin breaking the leaves and rubbing the poison ivy all over her exposed flesh. On her cunt, her face, her tits, not one inch of her body was left untouched. throwing away the gloves and taking a shower, I sat down and lite a cigarette with a satisfied smile on my face, just watching her. I wouldn’t touch her again, but I would get off. It only took a few hours and her skin began to turn red. She began crying because she itched all over and her skin was burning. Soon the blisters began to form and her nipples and pussy were swollen, her face was taking on the most grotesque appearance. The festering sores brought me great pleasure and the pain and suffering she was having to endure made me cum in hot rushes of desire. By the end of the night she was begging for me to put her out of her misery. For her it would only be over when I said it would be. This was absolutely delightful!
Another Sadistic Phone Sex Victim
Everyone knows what and evil and twisted bitch I am. I can’t cum unless we are sharing dark and sadistic phone sex and we all know that I will cum at all costs! I can’t believe how lucky I got to find such a pretty little victim to fuck up. She even has a beautiful name to match her beautiful face and body, Geneva. It just rolls off my tongue. I have done nothing but dream about all the sadistic phone sex shit I am going to do to this little beauty since i met her. The clock is ticking and the time is growing near. Tonight I will have her all to myself. She will fight I am sure, however resistance is futile and the more she fights the more she spurs my desire to fuck her up. I can imagine her on her knees, her face red from being slapped, tears streaking her face, looking up at me and begging me not to hurt her. My fucking cunt is dripping wet thinking about it all. The door bell rings and my body responds, knowing what is to cum. As soon as she crosses the threshold and the door is closed, I grab her by the hair and slap her across the face knocking her to her knees and drawing blood. The sight of it sends tingles through my body and I feel so alive, so powerful as evil thoughts run through my mind. Dragging her to the bathroom I hold her on her knees in front of me as I fill the bowl with piss. Standing up I shove her head in the bowl holding her under the piss filled water. She is gasping and struggling as the piss fills her mouth. Pulling her up she is gasping and chocking, a cry escapes her lips and her head is in the bowl again. My cunt is slick and wet with my cum that keeps flowing while I watch her struggle. Dragging her by her hair I take her down the stairs to my dungeon, thumping her body down each step listening to her cry out in pain. Throwing her body onto my table I strap her legs into the stirrups and her wrists to the shackles. Pushing hard I spread her legs so wide that it almost snaps those pretty little hips and she cries out again. Delighting in her pain I take out my scalpel and begin to scalp her tight little pussy before bringing her fur muffin up to her mouth and stuffing it in. Blood is everywhere and my body is on fire. Strapping on my sand paper covered dildo I begin fucking her bloody cunt before pulling out and shoving it deep into her virginal ass. It is going to be a long night, dear Geneva. The pain is just beginning. Isn’t sadistic phone sex so much fun? What? I can’t hear you with pussy in your mouth….
Taboo Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Anal Torture
My son loves rough anal with me. Using my ass for his deviant desires gives him so much pleasure. He even enjoys pimping my ass out. He forces me to insert all sorts of things in my ass to prime myself for anal torture. Big dildos, butt plugs, wine bottles, beer cans, squash, guns, the heels of shoes, fists, aerosol cans, remotes, flashlights, curling iron, multiple cocks, speculums….. He doesn’t care if my sphincter is torn. In fact he prefers that my ass tear and bleed. He equates it with brushing my teeth. He claims our mouths bleed and get tiny tears every time we brush so I shouldn’t bitch.
Today he rented my ass out to his friend. First, I had to give a show on top of the bar. My job was to fuck anything and everything I could find until my ass was gaping open. I started with a really huge suction cup dildo and worked my way up to a bottle of Maker’s Mark. It has a big square end and that is what went in first. I was screaming in pain, bleeding too. I am not allowed to use any lubrication. It has to hurt because my pain is a man’s pleasure.
My son’s friend was so turned on he did bourbon shots from my ass. He didn’t care that I was bleeding and in pain. I had to keep that bottle inside my ass until my son and him drank all the bourbon. Then they yanked it out and made me lick my ass off that bottle. I had to clean it good. So humiliating. But I am a worthless wore. My asshole was inside out, gaping and my son’s friend rammed his cock deep inside me. Said he was being a good Samaritan and putting my ass back together for me. He fucked my tattered sphincter back together. After he came inside me, he poured a bottle of booze in my gaping hole. He said it was a makeshift enema to clean up my dirty ass. It burned like hell and got me oddly drunk. Really drunk. So drunk I puked and passed out. I guess the tears in my ass let the alcohol get absorbed in my skin.
I woke up on the bar, empty bottles covered in blood everywhere. Good thing I passed out. My ass will never be the same.
Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Controlled with Poison
One of my Masters invited me to dinner. It seemed quite benevolent of him, so I had my suspicions. As soon as I arrived, he ordered me naked. I was the appetizer. He forced me on the dinner table and started to fuck my holes. Master is never gentle with my holes. To describe how he fucks me as rough sex is an understatement. He always fucks my ass and my cunt to the point they are swollen and gaping open. After he came in my holes, he tied me to one of the chairs and said he prepared a very special dinner for me that I should feel honored to eat.
I was scared. What in the hell was he gonna shove down my throat. He claimed it was a delicacy in Asian countries. I thought to myself, oh great, I am going to have to eat something gross like guinea pig or octopus, or maybe even man’s best friend? Wrong, wrong and wrong. He brought out some blowfish looking thing. I thought fish, I could handle that. Then he told me it was a puffer fish. Pufferfish are generally believed to be the second-most poisonous animal in the world, after the golden poison frog. Certain internal organs, such as liver, and sometimes the skin, contain tetrodotoxin and are highly toxic to most animals and humans when eaten; nevertheless, the meat is considered a delicacy when eaten properly. Eaten not properly, it can be deadly.
Master told me I had to eat it and he warned me to eat carefully. He was gonna take sick pleasure watching me try to eat a highly lethal piece of meat. I had never eaten Pufferfish. I was clueless about how to eat it to prevent death or extreme illness. I decided to go slow very slow small bites to see if I could feel a reaction. This was working for awhile until I suddenly felt drugged. I was light headed, dizzy and going numb. Master grabbed my head and shoved my face into the plate, forcing more in my mouth. Then my whole body felt paralyzed. I started vomiting and feeling my heart race. My tongue was numb, my lips swelled and I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was going to die. Master was going to let me die. It would look like I died on my own accord from eating poisonous fish. Technically Master had not laid a finger on me.
Then, Master stabbed me with a needle. Within minutes I could breathe and within hours all the feeling came back in my body. Master grabbed me by the hair and made it clear that he could take my life when ever her felt like it so I better be a good fucking cunt all the time. His message was clear. He owned me and my every breath was under his control.
What will you do to control me? Show me that you have the power and I will always be powerless.
Don’t go to bed angry..
I think last night I should not have went to bed angry. I was so upset with my master that when i went to bed I had a ‘bad’ dream. It was bad but felt so good. Master had my anger up at an all time high. When I went to sleep I had nothing but thoughts of snuffing him out!
I vividly remember him coming home and me hitting him over the head. Knocked him out cold. Took me a while to get him to the bed but I managed. i triple tied him up, because my master is super strong. I started smacking him every where trying to get him to wake up. I slapped him in the face.. in his chest.. I even resorted to slapping his big dick and balls. That got his attention and he woke up.
As soon as he realized what I was going on he was fussing and yelling and I just but his bitch ass in place. I slapped him and told him to shut the fuck up! He was mine to play with and I’d do with him what I please. I cut all his clothes off and started sucking his cock. He likes when I suck his cock so I wanted him to think i was going to be pleasing him.
Once I got him hard and his fuckrod was sticking straight up.I sat on his face and made me lick my cunt. I climbed up on his dick and started riding him. Hard! Fast! Deep in side of me! Just when I knew he was getting close to cumming I got off and acted like I was going to suck him off, instead… I started biting on his balls. Shoving a qtip deep in his piss hole.
I used a lot of the toys he uses on me when I’m bad, on him. Ironic isn’t it! Oh how I loved torturing my master.
Night Visits
He’s started watching me more closely, making sure that I know who I belong to. He watches me when I’m with my boyfriend probably planning on how to get him out of the picture. I wake up three nights a week to his hands around my throat and his engorged cock inside me. He takes my dirty panties and jams them into my mouth so no one can hear me scream during his late night visits. The way I suffer and squirm only makes his dick harder, he has little regraud for my comfort. Yet sometimes he holds me close after these visits whispering in my ear what a good little slut I’ll be for him.
Part of me never wants this to end, but the other part of me is so very afraid. What will happen to me if he goes too far? Will he end up killing me by mistake or would it be on purpose?! What about my boyfriend, would he really kill him? Maybe this is all some twisted and exciting game. None of my friends have told anyone about him peeping in on us at our sleep over, so it must not be serious. I just don’t know.
I like that he has this power over me, I just don’t understand it. I hope he can help me understand or even make me understand if he has to. I just want to know what he wants from me also why the fear he sparks inside me turns me on more than I ever thought possible before.
Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: Arachnophobia
I have new master. He is Australian; fancies himself a Crocodile Dundee type. Very rugged, very manly, very outdoorsy. I thought he was just in spanking. I love being whipped and abused, especially my tits. But my new Master is a twisted fuck. After an hour of whipping me all over my body with a paddle, he dragged my red swollen body to a bedroom in the basement. He tied me to the bed spread eagle. I thought he was going to force himself on me or fuck me with a dildo. He just looked at me and said, “I hope you are afraid of spiders.” Then he closed the door and left. I was laying there on the bed not knowing what was going to happen when I started seeing things crawl across the ceiling. Before long the ceiling was infested with spiders: big hairy creepy ass spiders. It was like I was in a bad SyFy Channel movie.
I struggled to get myself free but he had me tied well to that bed. I started to hyperventilate. I would not say I have arachnophobia, but thousands of spiders above me makes it reasonable to panic. They were so many of them they started to fall on my body. Spiders began to swarm my breasts. The feeling of all those legs on me freaked me out. I was scared. I was panicky. They started biting me. I could feel the stings, the pain. It was worse than being paddled. I had no idea what kind of spiders were covering my body. I wanted to scream bloody murder but feared a spider would get in my mouth. I tried to escape in my head, but no such luck. I could not escape my fear. I had this vision that they would encase my body in a web. I was really starting to panic.
I started to cry. Deep sobbing kind of crying. My body was shaking. Master came in wearing some sort of body suit to keep the spiders off him. I begged him to let me go. Said I would do anything he wanted; that I would be the best submissive pet he ever had if he just let me go. I could hear him say, “Be careful what you ask for Cassandra, you might just get it.” But I was serious. This was torture. I would do anything to get these fucking spiders off my body. He let me go. He said it was a form of breaking me. In his world, spiders, snakes and rats are often all a stubborn bitch needs to be compliant. Well, it worked. I will fucking do anything he wants now. Anything is better than being helpless with a hoard of spiders covering your body.
Well, at least I hoped…..