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Let’s Prey…

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Capturing the weak against their will, those are the games I like to play. Let’s get out, seduce some doe-eyed, pig tailed, strawberry short cake and abduct her. Just snatch her, like in the movies. No one would suspect a thing, of course because I am very good at what I do. I bet we would make an awesome team. Two hot people wreaking havoc among the unsuspecting citizens of the big city!  You are probably thinking that I shouldn’t threaten you with a good time, but hunny, this is no threat, it is indeed a promise. One that I plan to keep. A sweet face girl like me into the art of abduction? Your schlong is probably as hard as a calculus test to a high school drop out right now. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that soon enough. We are going to take turns putting miles on that little whore’s pussy wagon. This is definitely an offer you just can’t pass up on.  You know what they say, a couple that preys together…

The Torturing Artist

snuff phone sexI like to linger over my handy work.  The way a small, frail body reacts to my touch excites me.  With each and every slap, punch, slice, the skin reacts.  I love welts.  Those are my favorites.  They remind me of the brush strokes that you can see on Oil Paintings.  That is, after all what my work is, Art.  The innocent perfection beneath the scars of pain.  Pretty fucking brilliant if you ask me.  I’m not the only one who stares in fascination at a piece of flesh that swells up, who watches as bruises appear with all their beautiful coloration.  The younger the pet, the more shocking and eye catching this type of art work is.  Perhaps I should open up My own Art Studio.  Put My work on display.  Watch as VIP guests catch their first glimpse of My Masterpieces.  Of course I would have to make this an interactive Art Exhibit.  I am sure a lot of hard cocks would like to come out and experience the heaven inside the outer coating of visual Hell that I created.

Torture Phone Sex

A Sadistic Bitch’s Party of Two!!!!

I am a bitch who loves to be in control.  Especially when someone is helpless! (HAHAHA).  One of the best ways to make sure of that, is to tie them up with coarse rope-the type that cuts into the flesh!  Stripping them naked, gagging them with a spider gag…..Hands bound, behind their back, legs shackled.  Vulnerability is so sexy! (HAHAHA). Tied with the gentiles exposed, so I can have torturous fun!

I begin by stabbing the genitals with a razor sharp pocket knife (after it has been treated with necrotizing fasciitis/flesh eating bacteria).  I have purchased a family of 10 slithery, slimy, venomous friends that I place all over that pathetic body: around the neck, that dirty cock/or slutty pussy and of course, on those hardened nipples (it is apparent that they are turned on).  I pour my (much coveted) stash of ‘leaded’ gasoline down my victim’s throat.  The noxious odor of gasoline makes my pussy wet. I kiss their pried-open lips and sniff the fumes (getting high). I remove a couple of my slithery friends from my prisoner’s trembling body and place them over my full, 38D breasts…….my nipples harden…..they bite me and I orgasm! (HAHAHA).  My victim looks at me and screams-trembling with fear! 

My venomous friends begin to bite my victim and one of them pries open their shit-hole (slithering inside).  I cant stop laughing! By this time, my poor little prisoner has pissed them self. They scream, as the lone venomous creature makes its way through that dirty fuck-hole; biting and massaging that warm tunnel. I look down and see that cock has become hard, or that pussy has become soaking wet…within seconds, the victim orgasms. I remove the curious creatures from my victim’s body. I take a power drill and insert it inside of my prisoner’s piss hole-drilling through that shaft, or through the outside of that slutty pussy!  Within seconds, those cock and balls are destroyed/ that pussy bleeds uncontrollably! (HAHAHA). Luckily my torture is conducted in my sound-proof dungeon!  My victim tirelessly tries to escape, crying, pleading, screaming…foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Then…..they pass out. I take a blow torch and shove it down my victim’s pried open mouth, and leave it there!  Within seconds they explode into smitherines!  Almost simultaneously, my pussy explodes from cumming so hard!

Your Pain Is My Pleasure

torture phonesex karmaIt is so easy to get a mans dick hard and once that happens it’s all over but the crying. Or so the saying goes. Little do they know that once I get them in my grasp it isn’t over until there is a lot of crying, and begging and screaming!
He was a typical man, all into what ever I wanted. Claiming to love kinky, dark and fucked up shit. but not really knowing shit about what he was saying.
We were at the store picking up a few things before we were going to head out to my place in the woods, and we saw this awesome curling iron. The first thing he said was that it looked like a sex toy. He bought it thinking he was going to use it on me. Little did he know I would be in charge.
As soon as he was in chains I got out the candles. Today was going to be a burning day.
He was so turned on when I lite the first candle exclaiming how he loved the feel of hot wax on his body.
All i could do was smile. It wasn’t long before he was screaming as I burnt his flesh in little blistering circles all over his body.
When he saw me start up the generator and plug in his very own choice of toys, the curling iron, he began to plead like a fucking baby.
How fucking pitiful for him and what a turn on for me. I let that fucking thing get nice and hot (the package claims it gets to 400 degrees) before shoving it straight up his pitiful ass.
His screams stirring the fire between my legs, I had to cum. The icing on the cake was when I took out my knife and sliced his ball sac straight up the middle, pulling the round nuggets out of their sac, but leaving them attached to the tubes and placing them in my mouth.
I knelt in front of him with his still attached balls in my mouth, fucking my cunt, looking up at him while he cried and begged. Just as my pussy began to twitch and spew it’s juices I bit his balls and the rush of fluid in my mouth from the inside of them took me over the edge and gave me the release I needed!torture phonesex iron

Closer

Sadistic Phone Sex

Lyrics from Nine Inch Nails

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Help me, I broke apart my insides

Help me, I’ve got no soul to sell

Help me, the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole is existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Help me tear down my reason

Help me it’s your sex I can smell

Help me you’re making me perfect

Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I  wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God

A Book For Her

I don’t often keep my slaves for very long. A few months is pretty much the longest they survive. Either I get tired of them and they no longer bring me pleasure, which insures their death in a slow and painful fashion as punishment for displeasing me in any way. Or they simply can’t stand  the torture inflicted upon them for my pleasure and they wither away. Weakness tends to take most of them and yet this too makes my pussy wet, knowing that I wore them down physically and emotionally. Demonstrating my dominance and superiority yet again. However Val was with me for almost nine years. She was in her late 20’s when I “obtained her” I won her from a friend who had enslaved her a few months before she became mine. When I first won Val I inflicted as much pain as I could upon her to test her will. Each time she surprised me. Torture that had caused others to pass out, cry, plead and beg for mercy, she took with a glassy look in her eyes, rarely flinching and never, ever crying out. She challenged me each and every time to push things further, to find more ways to inflict more pain. The constant challenge she presented brought me earth shattering orgasms and spawned more deviant ways to torture her. Yet each time she withstood my abuse, and I would cum not only from the pleasure of torturing her but from admiration of her resolve. After having her for about a year she happened to get pregnant  when a close friend won the chance to fuck her in a poker game one night. Fuck I was pissed when she started showing and I stepped up the torture for the rush of watching her loose the fucking thing at my hands. But true to form Val didn’t loose it, she had that little fucker and to my delight it was a girl. I made sure it was well cared for because if this little fucking thing had half of what her mother did in guts and fortitude she would be an excellent second generation slave. Over the years the mother/daughter duo has provided me with many hours of pleasure. Val died last week and I have to say I felt a slight twinge of sadness, but knew I still had her offspring. As a slave she certainly was not getting buried or getting any type of ceremony honoring her life or service. However I did feel like I wanted to keep a piece of her. So I gutted and skinned her, feeding her flesh to her daughter over the last week. I bottled her blood and stretched and dried her skin. I have cut her skin into pages creating a book bound by her dried intestines and using her blood as ink. I have begun to pen some of the most horrific moments of our time together to enjoy in the future. I am naming it “Valley of Death”torture phonesex angie

A Rape Fantasy and Murder Fantasy: I don’t Think So!

imageedit_67_4044709689I was the ‘other woman’-in a sadistic love triangle-lasting for 6 months-until we killed your wife. Yesterday, I was your accomplice, as we tortured-defiled-and made your wife the victim-and recipient of our rape fantasies (brought into fruition).  I crawled silently on the floor-to your bedroom-where she slept alone-waiting for your return.  You returned all right-after ejaculating inside of my asshole-I love rough sex (HAHAHA). You were behind me, holding a fucking-huge-nail-spiked baseball bat-to be used to bludgeon your wife to death.  I carried jagged edge knives in my bra-and a large spiked, strapon cock (attached to my hip, via a holster-like a pistol (HAHAHAHA)).  After restraining her to the bed, I used my nail embedded strapon-forced myself into her fuck holes. You were standing over her, beating her skull-while I stabbed her. Blood splattered everywhere-she screamed-shrilling screams of-agony-fear. Each time that you wailed on skull with the spiked bat-I got wetter (HAHAHAHA). Each thrust of my knives into her chest and stomach caused her ass muscles to grip my strapon hard-like she used to grip your dick (HAHAHA). It did not take long before she stopped moving. We put her body inside of a huge, sturdy (economy sized) trash bag-threw it into the trunk of your car-dumped it into a heavily wooded area (the next town over). We cleaned the room with bleach-removed all traces of our crime.

Sweet Death…

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She clawed at the sheets as I devoured her sweet juicy pussy. I must say I enjoyed every minute of it. Watching her squirm and feeling her pull my hair was definitely turning me on. I reached down to pet my own pussy and found it soaking wet. I grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs wide open so I can see that pussy smile at me before I gave her clit the best kiss it’s ever had. Keeping one hand on her delicious little kitty, I kiss up her body and gently put the other hand around her neck. I begin to choke the bitch. I kept ramming my fingers into her pussy and watched the life drain from her eyes as I clenched her neck. She clawed at my arms and face but I couldn’t let go. Not til the job was done. There was no turning back. The moment she stepped into my dungeon she should have known it was the end of the road. This bitch was going to die and now she knew for sure. As soon as she went limp I pushed that lifeless hoe off of my bed and fell into a peaceful satisfied slumber.

Craving Something Sweet

There are times when I just have to satisfy my craving for something decadent and sugary sweet. I especially love the really rare and hard to find candy, it’s always in such pretty wrapping.

So shiny and eye catching and always has a pretty bow tightly around it, securely protecting all that sugary sweetness. Do you crave something so irresistible and delicious wrapped up tight?

Wouldn’t you just love it if I showed up at your door with a very special goodie just for you to unwrap and devour?! Oh and I know just the kind you love the most, young, sweet and tastes just heavenly.

Looks so pretty all done up with those luscious pink shiny lips and soft, smooth skin; all you can think about is that bald little cunt under all the pretty ruffles. I can’t wait to see her face when you show her all the toys you have for her, well maybe not for her but she’ll sure be using them a lot!!

This time it’s not for her enjoyment…oh no no, all ours baby. Watching her little perfect body writhing and wriggling just trying to loosen the ties securing her down is so cute.

Begging for her Mommy, oh how I love to tell her how her Mommy doesn’t love her anymore and just gave her to us to with you whatever we wanted.

Mmmm, there’s nothing like hearing a fresh popped cherry and such a pretty, young one at that! I must say this craving is becoming somewhat of an addiction and I have no intention of quitting anytime soon.

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.