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Frat to Kill Part III

violent phone sex langleyI was aching from the glass in my back and my legs were tied so strongly together that I couldn’t bear any weight on my legs when I was dragged down a flight of stairs. Pushing me over into a corner, the hood came off my head and I saw my date struggling to stand. A rope was placed around our necks and we were forced to stand on wooden blocks on the arches of heels. The glass that was forced so heavily in my pussy was making me turn red and oozing down in steady streams. My heated fleshed was burning from my tits being cut by a knife. I sniffled thinking of the things that he had did in the car.

While the car was in motion he had poked a dagger into my tits and was poking holes in with the glass. My lips and mouth were duck taped but that didn’t stop him from using the glass to cut shears into my pussy and yank my hair out with the shiny blade. Smelling my hair and placing it in his pocket, he continued cutting my tits and causing the blood to run deep almost purplish on the blade.
I knew I was going to die but I just didn’t know when. As the rope was tightened I felt the twist of a knife hitting my inner rectum causing me to release shit all over. Picking it up my head was pulled back and my mouth opened to taste it. The smell hit my nostrils and caused me to gag and try to vomit but I was pushed back up and lay in waiting for the next thing to come….

Layla’s Death Wish

violent phone sex layla.jMy Pussy was so raw and the blood dripped down from the beating this bastard had just given me. I don’t know how long I had been chained down here. But the one thing I did know was that while the bruises on my flesh were real I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to survive here. The gaping scars from the rope that inflicted my skin tore into my flesh and the warm blood was gushing of my pussy from the assault I just had taken.
One asshole had thrown acid on my back and used a knife to deepen the cuts. I thought piss and shit were the least of the worries in this hell hole but they came back with sponges and salt to rip away at the skin that was already open. One’s favorite game of torture was to put barb wire on my pussy and insert it forcing it so far up my breathing hole I could hardly breathe.
One of the little ones they brought for me to fuck used razor blades at my ass cutting the hole so deep and wide I could no longer shit any more. I tasted the blood from my mouth and one would kiss and spit on me. Saying “You like that you filthy little nigger whore don’t you?” I would cry and the snot would just build up on my cheeks as I felt the length of their cocks in my pussy stretching it wide while the rope was tightened around my neck. Using a garden hose, they would beat my head and legs letting the blood run onto the dirt floor. The little one would stand in the door with his dick in his hand stroking it and run towards me forcing it down my throat while the others stood in the back ground getting ready to piss on my open wounds. This I thought had to be the fun part as the rope would go further up my neck and my eyes bulged out and yet I did not have the strength to pull at the rope that was taken me to darkness.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex

I had a pregnant friend. Her name was Stephanie. She had long silver hair and she was married to a guy named Jonathan. They’d been trying for years and years to have a little rugrat of their own. And when she did, gosh we were so excited! We went out to the mall and got our shop on. We bought the little angel some toys and some gender neutral clothes. We talked to the glob of cells like it was already human. We were laughing on our way to the car, and when we got in, something felt odd. Suddenly there was a voice from the backseat. “You will go where I say” it growled “or I will put a bullet in your head so fast God won’t know what hit ya” Steph nodded from the driver’s seat. He had a gun and was pointing it back and forth between the two of us. I pissed myself. He made her drive to a  seemingly normal house and pull into the driveway. He got out of the car. “No screaming. No funny business. Walk to the front door. Walk in. Don’t say a word” We did as we were told and we entered the house. It smelled like cat piss and rotten meat and was decorated with very realistic looking skulls. He led us to a filthy garage. “Lie over that workbench, on your back” he told Steph. She did as he told her, without hesitation. The fear in her eyes was so awful that I threw up, and the man laughed “This is just beginning, little darlin” he handed me a hammer and a nail. “You take her hand. Drive it into that bench” He held the gun to my chest and I started to cry. “She’s my best friend” He cocked the hammer of the pistol and lifted it to my chin. “I’ll drive the first one, you drive the second” He gingerly placed the gun down, hammer still cocked, and gently placed the nail in the center of Steph’s hand. He swung up a big hammer and drove the nail all the way through her hand and onto the board in one swift motion. She screamed and he slapped her across the face. He handed me the big hammer and another nail. “Your turn” I mouthed “sorry” to her as I drove the huge nail into her palm. I was not as strong as the man, and it took me 3 swings. He took the hammer from me “nice job” He took a dirty, rusty chisel and sharpened it against a stone. He pulled her shirt up and handed me the tool. “Cut it out” he commanded. Steph screamed, a deathly, animal, gutteral scream, and started begging him. “Anything. Take my house, all my money, my cars. You can have everything, just don’t take my…” he slapped her hard across the jaw. “Fuck you.” He looked at me. “Do it. Now. I’ll start it for you” He took the edge of the chisel and jammed it into her pubic bone. Steph, thankfully, passed out, whether of pain or shock I’m not sure. Blood started gushing out of her and he handed me the bloodied handle. “Now. Take it out” I started taking the chisel out and he slapped my face. “Not that, dumbshit. I have a cannibalism phone sex fetish I want to play out” Take. It. Out” I started to stammer “She’s…I…they’ve been trying to…” “Look sweetcheeks. I don’t have time for this. I”ve gotta work in an hour. You cut that monster out or I will slaughter both of you”

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And I did. I sliced my friend’s womb open and took the wriggling, beating little monster out of it. I handed it to the man; I remember how filthy his hands were, with grease and blood and who knows what else, He made me slice her throat and stay until she bled out, and then he sent me on my way. I was numb for about two weeks, and I finally managed to find the energy to go out to eat. Fuck it, I just lost my best friend, why not my money, too? I made a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. I got there and a waiter came up after I’d been seated. “We’ve been waiting for you. The chef has a special meal for you. It’s on the house, madame” The chef came out. It was the man from the mall. He handed me a plate.

“steak tartare for the lady.”

He winked at me.

It didn’t taste like steak.

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Sabotage is My Middle Name: Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex is a tasty morsel that my serial killer loving mind thrives upon. Being a babysitter for the damned allows me many opportunities to feast my morbid intentions with. So when I was paid a large sum to take on a special babysitting job I nearly fucking wet my thong panties. Well I did have to grab a stranger in the club and fuck his brains out I was excited. 

So, why is this so fucking different? Well I will be sitting for a couple of spoiled prissy whores and nothing makes me happier than torturing a couple barbie dolls. You know the fucking type. So I plan it out where I will be waiting for them out at the cabin. My sister drops her brats off with me and as she is situating the girls in the cabin I sneak a quick slit of the brake line where it will be a slow leak. As she drives the windy mountain road down she will lose her breaks and control of her car. I made sure to set a fuse under the passenger side where it will burn on impact.

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So, she will be out of the way, and I get time with my least favorite charges. Well I have some yummy punch for them to drink for starters. I get them nice and comatose as I step outside and check my iron pot over the fire. The pot will soon be simmering with broth and seasonings and the secret ingredient. I undress my little victims and take them into the kitchen. 

On the stainless steel slab I run a knife across the pink fleshy bumps on the front of her chest. The nipples will be precisely sliced off and set aside to go into the dehydrator for the most delicate jerky. Slicing off each toe with my butcher knife I toss them in some buffalo sauce to marinade, and the same with each finger. The feet and hands are removed and tossed into the cauldron. I then await the girls to waken from their drugged state as their stump limbs bleed and the holes in their chest is not yet coagulated.

Then you came to the door in the nick of time. You see the sweet offerings on the slab their stumpy limbs tied down and mouths forced open. You get so hard as I tell you to have your way…

Broke Back Room Mate

evil phone sex paulinaI moved in with a guy I used to work with because my husband beat me up beyond belief last time. We shared expenses 50/50 but then I lost my job, so he said if I blew his fat cock every night when he came home from work, that would cover my half of the rent.  That was a great deal, plus I love sucking cock and swallowing jizz more than I even wanted to let him know.
I still had a bit of money saved up for my other expenses, but within a couple weeks, that was gone, so I had to tell my room mate I didn’t even have money for food.
He told me to take off all my clothes while we discussed this and I did.  He grabbed my dirty panties and sniffed them, while he considered what to do.
“I can get pussy anywhere, I shouldn’t have to pay for it, but it’s kind of nice to have it whenever I want it, waiting for me at home.  But none of my regular lays give me what I really want…” and he spun me around and before I could take a breath, he had shoved his index finger up my ass.  It was obvious what I would need to give up for groceries now, and that was no problem, as I loved cock pounding my ass.  Little did my room mate know just how much use and abuse I could take.  So now my roommate gets daily blowjobs, pussy pounding and anal sex from me, and I get free room and board.
Today, my car broke down, and of course I don’t have a dime never mind a dollar to get it fixed.  I wonder what I have to offer up to my roommate in exchange for what is certain to be a humongous service bill…

Biker Night

snuff phone sex aubreeI needed a drink last night after a crappy day at work, so I stopped at this bar called The Strap. It was full of hardcore bikers and when I walked through the door, I felt like a gazelle running right into a pack of lions at dinner time. “Well look at this tasty piece,” the biker nearest me said, and before my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar, he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me right into a booth where he was drinking with a couple of his buddies. “Who says no one puts ‘Baby’ in the corner?” he hoarsely chuckled, and the smell of whiskey and mint chew was unmistakable on his breath. Three cold beers and two tequilas later, I was going home with three horny bikers, riding bitch with the guy who was my doorman. He may have laid claim on me first, but all three took turns with me that night. I was on all fours for most of what I could remember, getting every hole pounded as the bikers took turns with me. Two would be fucking my pussy or mouth or ass, while one of them was taking a video of all the action. When Biker #1 rode me back to my car in the morning, he said if I wanted my hands on a copy of that video I had better show up at the bar the same time next week. No doubt I will be there. Those guys don’t realize I can take a whole lot more of what they can dish out. This week can’t go by fast enough…and now I have to go to work with a fucking hangover and smelling like a truck stop ho.

Castration Phone Sex: The Venus Penis Fly Trap

castration phone sex butcher bitchHave you heard of the expression, “A 100 ways to skin a cat?” Well, I like pussy too much for that, so for me it’s, “a 100 ways to castrate a chap.” Sure, being a twisted little butcher babe, I could give a chap fifty whacks. That’s too easy, too boring, too conventional.  I have been experimenting with castration methods for years now. Tiny dick losers, asshats, perverts, deviants and annoying fuckers have long been saying goodbye to their junk at my hands.

I think my favorite method for removing worthless and improperly used appendages is my special creation: The Venus Penis Flay Trap. My first test subject of this method was Paul: a drunk trailer park daddy fond of diddling little tykes of both genders. If you can’t use it properly, you should not have it is my motto. I paid Paul a visit one day. Caught him red handed with his worthless pecker up some poor young school girl’s ass. I told him I was a disciple of God, and it was time to have a come to Jesus conversation about his man bits.

torture sex castration funI had his little victim help me show him both the error of his naughty ways and his road to redemption. I pushed him to the ground, while she removed my special instrument and set it on the floor in front of him. I invited her to take a front row seat to what I like to call a little trailer park justice.  I gave Paul an option. My knife could slice his throat, killing him instantly, or he could tea bag  my Venus penis fly trap, remove his evil appendages on his own, thus saving his life and his soul. For whatever reason, Paul struggled with this choice. He took too long  deciding if his balls were worth more than his life. Idiot. No life, what the fuck does it matter if you got balls or not?

bloody phone sex torture pornHis little victim became my accomplice in the time it took him to realize that life is more important than balls. She leaped off the couch were he violated her little ass, pushed him hard enough that his drunk ass fell onto my contraption. Bonus. Not only did it take his worthless balls, but his pecker too. All of his evil appendages snapped clear off. Suddenly his living room looked like a crime scene. Blood splatter everywhere,  male parts tossed around like dirty clothes, and a drunk p daddy passed out, bleeding all over the shag carpet. My youngest little accomplice stood over his lifeless body, gave him a swift kick where his gonads use to be, then pissed on his bloody stump. If I ever were to have a daughter, I could do no better than this perfect angel.

Girl power was alive that day. Like me, she would be a victim no more. She has become my little castration accomplice. Some things in life are better shared with a friend.

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It started out as fun. My dope dealer came by with some new crystals. I offered him a few lines. As we were getting high we started messing around with each other. I danced for him, rubbed my pussy in his face. Laughed as he got hard. He grabbed my arm and told me to do something about it. I asked him what I would get. He tossed a sac on the table. I laughed at him again, which made me angry. “You couldn’t handle me. Take a another line and get the fuck out.” His grip got tighter around my arm. ” I like it rough, You can not do it the way I like it.”

Roleplay phone sex He slapped me in the face, it was hard but nothing what I like. “Hahahaha you hit like a bitch.” He punched me this time, making my lip bleed. I got in his lap and started to kiss him. I bit his lip real hard as I wrapped my hands around his neck. He pushed me off. “You is a crazy bitch. Alright bitch. Lets do this.”
He got up and grabbed my hair. He pulled me by my hair to the table. He picked me up and started to take my clothes off. I kept fighting him. I kicked, punched and elbowed him in the eye. He got real fucking mad and slammed me down on the table. I was laughing as he grabbed me by my throat. “Do you want to fucking die whore?” I nodded no, playing innocent. “Then you are going to do every fucking thing I tell you to do.”

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I nodded again as he sat down and told me to take my clothes off. I slowly took off my shirt and jean shorts. He had his cock out and was stroking it. “Get down on your knees bitch. Suck this big dick.” I licked my lips and got down, I started to open my mouth when he grabbed my hair again. “No teeth you crazy bitch. If I feel one tooth I’ll kill you.”
I smiled and wrapped my lips around his cock. I was sucking it for a good 10 minutes and then I grabbed the tip of his cock and bit that mother fucker. “Next time you think you are a bad ass mother fucker, think of me bitch.” I spit in his face and dragged his ass out of my apartment. I think I need a new dope dealer!

My Favorite Trophy

torture phone sex lobotomy toolsWhen the old lobotomy tools came up for sale on the auction block I knew I had to have them. From the moment I saw them my cunt started getting wet. With each bid I made I could feel my panties filling up with thick juice . My heart began to race as he tried to out bid me but I wasn’t going to let that happen, not a chance in hell. I had some one waiting for me at home that would be the perfect victim for me to use these old tools on. As soon as I won the bid I had an explosive orgasm on the spot. I know the gentleman next to me knew what happened. My breathing was heavy, my face was flushed and you could smell the cum. He just looked at me and smiled. It seemed like it took forever for the auction to be over so that I could collect my prize and be on my way. I took out the silver metal hammer and rubbed it on my cunt all the way home, making myself cum again. Going to the basement with my prize in my hand I unshakable that little bitch and strapped her to the table, wrists first, then legs, then the strap around her head. Getting undressed I took out the metal implements and rubbed them on my nipples and cunt before beginning the procedure. Placing the pointed metal pick on her eye I began hammering up and into her brain. I was careful to go slowly so that I would hit the right spot and to cause her as much pain as possible. When I finally hammered the pick as far in as it would go I had another orgasm, the hardest one yet. I left her there and went to bed. To my surprise she was still alive in the morning. so I covered her with peanut butter and release my hungry rats to feast on her flesh. I keep her skull with the pick still in it just as it was the night I used it. Each time I look at it I cum again. It is my favorite trophy. Snuff sexMedical fetish phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Cassandra

rape phone sex fantasies cum whoreDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, then I have a story for you. I had just got back from the club. It was almost daylight. I lose track of time when partying with my friends. When I entered my apartment, the lights would not come on. “Fuck, I blew a fuse again, ” I thought to myself. I got a candle out and lit it so I could see. I managed to find my way to the bathroom. I was so tired, I would deal with the fuse box in the morning. I held the candle up to the mirror to remove my eye makeup. That’s when I saw him.  A man’s reflection in the mirror. I dropped the candle, screamed, but before I could run, I felt a hand on my neck squeezing me so hard I started choking.

He picked me up with one hand by the throat. Carried me out the bathroom and hurled me against the wall with super human strength. I could feel blood running down my face. He was dressed all in black so I could not see him at all anymore. But I knew he was close. Could hear him breathing. I tried to crawl on the floor. I have a secret compartment under an area rug that I keep my gun. But as I scrambled he followed me. Slammed his foot on my hand, broke two fingers. But the pain of a few cracked fingers was nothing compared to the kick in the gut and face that followed. I was flat on the floor, bleeding, in pain when I felt him on top of me. His big hands pulling my clothes off. He shoved a fist up my pussy as he called me a dirty cock teasing whore. He was pounding my cunt with his huge fist and I was crying. He shined a light in my face. I could feel my makeup all smeared on my face. I had to look awful.

rape phone sex fantasies big titsHe forced my legs up to my chin, then shoved his cock in my ass. He was violating my ass while fisting my cunt. Every time I cried, or yelped he smacked my face hard. I don’t think I knew him. But then he made a comment about bitches like me snubbing guys at the club getting what they deserve. I knew who he was now. This total loser who tried to dance with me. I tried to fake an apology, but it just angered him further. He pulled his cock out of my ass and forced it down my throat. Fucked my mouth so hard I threw up, but was forced to swallow it. Made me lick my ass off his dick and dine on my puke, while he continued to fist me. I could feel my pussy bleeding. I just laid there, trying not to cry or fight for fear he would kill me.

Finally it was over. He had forced his cock in my ass and my mouth. He had beat, slapped, choked and kicked me. He fisted my pussy, broke some fingers and if that was not enough, he pissed on my face as he was leaving. “You bitches are all good for only one thing,” he said, then he spit in my face and left. I just laid until the sun came up. I was broken, bruised, bloody and battered.  Did I get what I deserved for refusing to dance with a total loser? What do you think? What would you have done to me?