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Suffocation and Leftovers

 Suffocation

On one of the message forums that I belong to, I read an interesting request. There was a woman who was looking for extreme suffocation play; and she rambled on about how one of her boyfriends had strangled her until she lost consciousness, but she had had the most amazing orgasm before she did. I laughed and thought she might be fun to play with; the dumb ones usually are. And, there her perky little smile was, staring back at me.

The cute little idiot coed visited my house for dinner. I always like to play with my food first. And, I invited my mentor along for the ride; I knew he liked big round butts, and she certainly had that. We dined and talked; her idle chatter was fueling my despicability for her. I dosed her wine with a little something, and my mentor reprimanded me, complaining that she would taste funny, but I told him it was just an herb…nothing too hard.

We restrained her; and when she woke up naked, the fear in her eyes was apparent. “Now, we’re going to give you what you came for, little girl,” I grinned. She tried to relax, but the imbecile didn’t even know what was coming. I pressed my fingers around her bird-like neck and watched the terror spread across her face. I let up and asked if she was liking it thus far; she “requested” that I be a little more gentle. “Like this?” I asked and held her throat closed for longer; my mentor’s evil brain began clicking and he placed a vibrator between her legs. I pushed the clear plastic around her face, smashed it.  We laughed at each other’s cleverness. I let her cough and struggle; but it was getting late and my mentor was eagerly awaiting his feast.

As a last touch, I took a pliable double-dildo out and wrapped around her bruised neck. I thought it was poignant that she be suffocated to death with what she wanted. And, my mentor enjoyed eating her plump, young flesh.

catch this, you’re infected

Words race through me like fucking crazy. Dickfucking, assfucking, wild insane thoughts. Most people would be horrified with just one peek into my crazy mind. Evil is my possession and I am its tool…

Shut your mouth

I’ll cut your tongue,

sew your lips shut,

put plastic wrap over your nose

INFLATE

your lungs…

getting big as you struggle, try to get air

You’re suffocating!

His dick is hard, his dick is hard! Gonna put it inside

don’t cry…

cut a hole

right over your mouth

SUCK HIS COCK, SUCK IT!!

Still can’t breathe

Now you’re choking on his semen

it’s spewing out and drowning you

in white yummy cum

eat it. lick it. taste the spud.

Want some more/I’ll give you mine.

Slain SIN makes funny things

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I want to stick my finger in your pussy

tear it apart

Now I’ve got a crazy picture in my head, of you in bed. You’re not moving and I’ve blown a hole in your head. I did it with a firecracker, put it in your mouth, lit the fuse.

WOAH.

The fire started in your pussy! Now it’s gonna explooddeee.

Hostel

Accomplice Phone Sex Reagan

I saw the ad for the “Elite Hunting Company” a few months ago. It was on one of the websites I frequent and they finally had an opening for a new client to live out their fantasies with no fear of authorities. No cleaning up messes, and they bring the meat to you! I signed up but had given up hope that I got chosen. Then, I got the call a few days ago, and immediately made arrangements to leave town. I had waited a long time, and now it was finally time to play.

Accomplice Phone Sex ReaganThe cab pulled up to the seemingly abandoned building, and almost immediately I felt that calm that I long for. That certain peace that only screams and blood can bring. I quickly got my things out of the car, and looked the building over. I had never seen something so perfect.

I was greeted inside by a very tall man wearing a rubber apron, and if I didn’t know what was waiting for me I would be quite scared. He showed me to my work area and to my pleasant surprise, she was already there chained to a chair in the middle of the room. My blood immediately started pumping and I got to work right away.

She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. This was going to the best vacation ever.

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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.   

malum medicum

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.”

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!

Bloody Black Flowers

Taboo Phone Sex Reagan

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!

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!

Uncle Don’s Ghostly Visit

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I had the strangest experience, and I would think it was a dream except for…well, you’ll see!

This Friday the 13th at midnight, I was awoken by chimes, which is weird since I do not have a grandfather clock in my house. So, I went downstairs and there was this faded black-and-white image sitting in my chair and drinking my scotch. “Well, now, there she is. Sleep head, aren’t you?” He smiled and walked toward me. I moved away, not because I was afraid…but because I was cold! “Someone told me you were the gal to see about my unusual appetites,” he winked and motioned me to follow him.

We walked to the nearby playground; and, sure enough, there was a young girl in the swing and another one climbing on monkey bars. “Let’s take them home, Pandora,” he whispered in a maniacal voice. And, we did; they seemed eerily willing to follow him without him even saying a word. When we returned to my house, he instinctively went to my dungeon downstairs. The girls laced their fingers and placed them demurely in their laps. He pointed to one and she came to him. He lifted her dress over her head, the curls falling against her shoulders; and, he rolled her panties down before bending her over to touch her puffy pussy. Spreading her ass cheeks, he fingered her, opened her up; then, he pulled out his cock and put her on his lap, bouncing her up and down. She didn’t even scream. “Now take care of her,” he said and waved his hand at me.

I took care in chopping her up, not taking as much joy in slicing her throat as I normally would because I was a little perplexed by the grey figure who was with me. The other little girl stared blankly at me as I dismembered her friend and Uncle Don forced his cock in her mouth. After he was done, he slapped his hands and passed the blank girl to me. I began dismembering her, too; behind me, he said, “There. That should take care of the little bastards.” When I turned around, he was gone…but the bodies were still there, and there was a wet ring where his scotch glass had been.