Wanna know what gets me wet? Seeing the fingerprint imprints my hands make as I’m squeezing the breath out of your slimy throat. I like watching the abrasive red splotches darken to deep purple bruises as a result of my handiwork. It takes serious skill to stop the convulsing long enough to get a good knee kick into the underside of a fucking guy’s chin. An elbow across the forehead will split apart the skin . . . and as the blood is pouring out of the slash in his head, I’m doing an uppercut with my fist connecting all the pieces. It brings a smile to my face every time I see it. Maybe someday I’ll be a good little girl and pray before dinner, but for now, if you’re gonna fuck with me, be prepared to fear it…
Tag: Violent Phone Sex
Distruction Is A Great Cover
I will never forget the urge to go to Mississippi after hurricane Katrina hit. Seeing all the destruction on tv made my cunt yearn to be there. So I packed a bag and hit the road. The destruction didn’t disappoint me. Buildings everywhere reduced to rubble, the wood no more then match sticks. The flooded streets had bloated bodies floating face down. The smell of death was in the air. It made me feel alive. And what better time to go on a killing spree? Fuck so many people were dead and missing that this was the perfect cover and I took full advantage of it. I wasn’t picky, I killed anything I saw that was still alive be it human or animal. Blood covered my hands for weeks while I wondered around. No one noticed, no one paid attention. People were to self absorbed in their pain and suffering. Pain and suffering that served to keep my cunt hotter then hell. It was two weeks of sensory over load for my wicked ass. All the pain all the suffering all the death and the ability to kill at will in any way I wanted to. Knowing that I was leaving and that the body count was so fucking high anyway, the cops and national guard worried about looting and providing shelter, food and water to survivors that they wouldn’t even be thinking about looking for me. I was in and out of town in a flash. It was the best vacation I have ever taken. The first of many visits I have made since to disaster zones to get my fill of blood.
Listen To The Hummmmm
I pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!
My special Whore..
Last week I went on a date with one of the partners who work at my law firm. He’s a corporate lawyer, Andy, quiet, demure, polite and I felt obligated to say yes because I’m just one of the legal secretaries. You don’t want to piss off the boss. He’s originally from Melbourne, Australia and he’s kind of cute in a dorky way but the accent tipped the scale and I thought I would have a good time. We had a lovely four course dinner at an upscale restaurant but it wasn’t until we were in the taxi ride home did I learn who he really was.
Without asking he slid his hand up my skirt, jammed his fingers in my pussy, pulled them out, smelled them, licked them and said “yes, I think you’ll make for a decent dessert course.” I was shocked, this didn’t seem like the guy I worked with or just had dinner with. I’ve always been afraid of men after how my father verbally and sexually abused me as a young one and as a teen he let his buddies do the same so I didn’t say anything. Andy told the driver we would only be making one stop, the Four Seasons in downtown Chicago. We both lived close by so I didn’t understand why he wanted a hotel.
He checked us into a luxury suite, even though we hadn’t brought any belongings, and we went to our room which was the nicest hotel room I’d ever been in. I stood inside the door and he closed and bolted the door behind me. He then circled me, looking me up and down as if he was a predator and I was his prey. “You’re a dirty, fucking slut,” he said, “and tonight, I’m going to rape you.” He said it so matter of fact that I wasn’t sure if he was serious. “Strip down to your undergarments now or I’ll punish you by slapping you hard across the face.” I did as he said. He began to run his fingertips up and down my body, and I was becoming turned on, feeling my pussy tighten and start to get wet and I could see the obvious arousal in his pants. Andy then gently began to unbutton each one of my garter belt buttons that held my thigh high stockings up, “I’m very pleased you chose to wear these, if you don’t please me, I will hurt you.” He rolled each stocking down individually, taking extra care to help me remove them. He then unsnapped my bra and let it slide down my shoulders and gently pulled down my thong panties and garter belt. Again he circled me and lightly touched different arousal zones of my body, circled my nipples with his fingers, across the small of my back, around my belly button and from my knee he slid his fingers up my thigh and again jammed his fingers inside of my vagina, hard, and circled them a little bit, and I moaned, “yes, I think you’re ready.”
“Get down on your fucking knees now, and hold your mouth open with two fingers on each side, wide enough like you’re having your teeth examined.” I was confused but I didn’t want to get hurt so I did what he said. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his surprisingly large cock that was rock hard and forced it into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. The gesture surprised me but I was excited by it, and he could tell, he didn’t want me to be happy so he forced it again but harder and faster. And he did it again and again while I was choking and sobbing from the gagging. He was satisfied by my will not to pull away.
“Lie down on the bed, put your hands on your knees and pull them open wide while your legs lie flat on the bed and keep your mouth open but not with your hands anymore.” He took off his tie, put it around my neck and tightened it so tight that it was uncomfortable and beginning to affect my breathing. Although he had taken off his dinner jacket he was still dressed. “Close your eyes, I don’t want you to know which hole I’m going to penetrate next.” I did as I was told. I cried out as I felt his enormous cock slam inside my ass, certain that he had ripped me in two, and he tightened the tie even further. He pushed his penis in my anus over and over again until it began to feel good, and even started to play with my clitoris and I could feel myself starting to climax when he stopped suddenly and put his erection in my mouth again. “Not yet baby, you still have a long way to go before I let you cum, but if you’re a good girl, I will let you. So far you’ve been a very well behaved dirty little whore, I may let you become my special dirty little whore, my chosen one.”
After fucking my face for a short while he penetrated my ass again, with more force, always making sure I could just barely breathe with the tie around my neck. He pushed on harder and faster and started to play with my clit again and this time he moved his hand towards my pussy opening and suddenly slammed four fingers inside. I tried to cry out but the lack of oxygen made it difficult. “Soon, my special dirty little whore, soon I will let you free.”
He kept slamming his huge hard cock in my ass with so much force and speed and was using almost an entire hand to fuck my pussy, I could feel myself starting to climax, but I knew it had been a while but the lack of air made it too fuzzy to make out time. I was getting higher and higher, I was so close and he was going faster and harder yet, moaning that he was cumming too.
Suddenly the tie was loose and I felt myself release. I screamed out when I had the longest most intense orgasm I had ever had, it just kept hitting me in waves and when I started to feel my whole body vibrate because it was finishing he pulled his cock out of my ass, grabbed me by my hair and jerked my head backwards and came all over my face while saying, “yes, that’s my dirty little whore, you’re my special slut, you nasty filthy bitch.”
He told me to go to the bathroom and clean up and I did what I was told, I was bleeding slightly because he had forced his cock so hard into my ass, but it wasn’t anything severe. When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, tie, jacket and all. But he left a note…
“You may stay the night in this luxury suite and I ordered you a massage in the morning, don’t be late for work on Monday my dirty little special whore.”
Hunting with Friends
I know she wants to be more sadistic. Dear sweet, stupid Taylor. She has asked many of my sadistic kin, no, begged them, to let her victimize instead of being the victim. All of us had been fucking with Taylor a very long time. She has this barbie doll look to her, that we all hate. She is actually a nice person, unlike us. And she is a fucking pain slut, which works to our advantage. She has “Use and Abuse” tattooed on her fucking cunt for fucks sake! Not really, but all of us had contemplated doing such a thing to her just for fun! We finally got tired of her intensive whining, and made her a deal.
Want to be a true sadistic? It was time to get rid of the one thing that held you into this compassionate world. You see, if there is one thing me and my sadistic kin had in common, we had no family. We had nothing to lose. Our families either died at a young age, disowned us, or just plain abused us so bad… that the monster’s they laid inside us, came back to fucking kill them. We were on our own. Loners, drifters, serial killers, torturers, blood lusting whores.. supreme evil, with a contempt for those below us. Taylor agreed, she hated her fucking sister Julie so bad.. and the rest. Well, if she had to choose between the life she needed to live, and the family who did nothing for her.. she chose us. The Sadists. Now knowing that this was no easy task, testing a natural victim, to be a sadistic. I had a few ideas on how to set up a kill scene for Taylor, I consulted with Blaze and Angie.
Blaze is as close to a best friend as I could have. We have done many unspeakable things together. Blaze loves to make brats cry, as do I. I love how she is such a devious cunt. One night she was babysitting and had me cum over, so I could train this submissive slut, on how to be a true whore. Between the nipple clamps, ice, and fucking my favorite knife.. I had so many good pictures from that night, to remind me just how sadistic my little Blaze could really be! She will be the perfect accomplice to help me train poor dumb Taylor. She liked my ideas, only thing left to do was consult with Angie.
Now Angie lives for the hunt. We are the same in that aspect. I love the chase as much as anyone. Only difference is, I chase with my bare hands. And when I chase, it is usually a NO win situation. I love watching the fear in their eyes when they realize there is no where to go. However, Angie, she uses range weapons. She has miles and miles of property, and she loves the fact that they can see their escape. But you see, Angie is just that good! They wont escape.. ever! She just likes to let them feel they can. Once a year she has a hunt. Even keeps her prey locked up for weeks, to make sure the stakes are even. She feeds and keeps their strength up. Silly prey!
This was going to be perfect. Taylor would lure her family up here, to Angie’s land, and up till the very end her family would have no clue just what Taylor had planned. Especially her sister Julie 🙂 Blaze will be helping with the raw torture.. she loves to sexually torture and violate young virgins. And you can never ever forget to film it. The evil little Blaze loves to exploit the younger stupid ones. “There is so much money to be had, so much golden virgin pussy”! I can not even count how many times she has said this. Blaze would definitely be taking good care of our little victim and her family! Ah, and then Angie will grab her gun and bow. No hope for this family Robinson. Such a good clean cut family. And now it will be a clean cut for this good family!
And even though Taylor wanted to make this transition, I really wanted to torture that victim. She actually believes that this will be her last time tied up under our spell? To bad in the end, Taylor will know her place under our thumb. She was such a useful whore.. Lured her family up here just for us! I did tell you she was dumb didn’t I? Her family will get to know it was her to bring them their fate, and poor dumb Taylor will always be our victim! As I have said it before, the fear that you can almost taste – the fear that you can defiantly smell.. thick in the air.. it calms me. I love the hunt!
Torture Phone Sex with Cassandra: The Fears of a Clown
When I was a little girl, I was deathly afraid of clowns. I know it sounds ridiculous. Who is afraid of Bozo the Clown? But you see, my father terrorized me when I lived at home. He wanted his sweet girl scared and dependent on him at all times; so he filled the house with evil looking clowns. They were under my bed, lurking in my closet, hidden throughout the dark corners of the house. He somehow even made them move. In hindsight I know it is foolish, but my therapist said a fear of clowns is a common phobia called Coulrophobia. To this day I am still afraid of clowns. I thought I could trust my therapist with my secrets. I was wrong.
This morning I went for my weekly session with Dr. Sandage and he said he wanted to do some hypnotherapy to regress me back to my younger years in order to help me conquer my fear of clowns. I was listening to the sound of his soothing voice when all of a sudden the lights went off and I felt hands choking me. Then a ball gag was slipped in my mouth and my hands and feet were bound. Dr. Sandage was not alone. When the lights came back on, I was horrified to see a room full of evil looking clowns and my doctor dressed up like Pennywise from the Stephen King movie that made me pee my pants. I started crying and shivering. I was naked in front of my doctor and these evil clowns. I peed on myself in fear. This was not therapy. This was torture. Dr. Pennywise was hooking up electric wires to my breasts and my pussy lips. I couldn’t talk with the ball gag in my mouth. I was covered in red and blue just like a fucking clown.
Dr. Pennywise then started making me look at images of clowns and with every image I felt a shock ravage my body. It was a horrifying pain. This went on for hours. I was being tortured. There was nothing therapeutic about what was being done to me. I could smell my nipples burning from the shock. The smell of my own charred flesh made me vomit. I was forced to swallow my own vomit because of the ball gag. What the fuck kind of treatment was this. I was more horrified with every clown face. I was just getting more afraid. My breasts were turning purple from the constant electrodes. I was close to passing out when I saw this huge cattle prod. I smelled like vomit, pee and singed flesh. I had no fight in me left. I could barely moan. Dr. Pennywise and his evil assistant shoved that cattle prod right up my ass. The pain was excruciating. I started convulsing and foaming at the mouth. They fucked my ass with that cattle prod while making me watch It. By the time it was over, my body felt like jelly. All I could smell was vomit, piss, shit, burning flesh and blood. Oh and cum. I could smell cum because they jacked their dicks all over me, covering me in spunk. I was amazed I was still breathing. My heart rate felt shallow. I heard Dr Pennywise say, “Clean yourself up bitch. Therapy is over.”
He untied me, but he didn’t even give me a towel to clean myself up with. I was a weak hot mess. I did my best to get dressed and get out of that evil chamber, but I fell trying to get out the door from fatigue. Dr. Pennywise and his creepy assistant picked me up and tossed me like human garbage onto the curb. I heard them say as I laid on the concrete scared and hurt, “Your’re cured whore.” Maybe, but I now have a terrifying fear of doctors.
Evil Phone Sex with Blair: My Son’s House of Horrors
This weekend, my Son said we were going to take a drive in the country, stay at a nice little B and B and have quality time together. I was so excited. Usually he just has time to fuck me, pimp me out to his friends, humiliate me, slap me around and leave me covered in cum. Once in a blue moon, he is a benevolent master and enjoys quality time with his mother. I thought this weekend trip was one such time. Of course, I was wrong.
We returned to my house. He forgot something. When we arrived back home, there was no one else there. And the power appeared off. Odd. Before I could even put my suitcase down and check the lights, my son threw me in the basement. I was down there, in the dark for over an hour, scared and alone. Then I heard the door open, and my son came down, shoved me against the wall and said, “Ready for a little game mommy? If you survive, if you get out, we can have your precious mommy son getaway.” Apparently, all I had to do was get out of the house. Like some maze or something. Obviously, he was in a sadistic mood this weekend. Which meant he had been snorting nose candy all weekend. This is never good for me.
He left me in the basement, but untied my hands and I had to figure out how to get out of this hell hole. I tried to gain some composure and think. I started to crawl against wall till I could find some stairs or a door. I found the stairs, and started to crawl up them. I hate the dark. My son knows this. He gets sick pleasure out of watching me suffer; out of knowing I’m scared. At the top of the stairs I put my hands in something really gross and slimy. It was moving. I freaked out, pushed open the door and a little hint of light shined on this huge pile of worms. I thought I would vomit. Worms creep me out, but then my son knows that. He knows all my fears. I didn’t get far before I felt something crawling on me, more than just something, a lot of somethings. I started running in the dark, hit a table and fell down. I closed my mouth and my eyes as I felt big hairy things, spiders I bet, swarming my body. I was trembling, crying; I even peed my pants I was so scared. They seemed endless. I remembered my cell phone was in my pocket and I reached for it and turned it on for some faint light. I was horrified at all the hairy creepy spiders all over my body. I stood up, spun around trying to shake them off. My skin was crawling.
My son and a bunch of his twisted coked up friends were watching me somehow jacking their cocks to my fear; I just knew it. I was scared, trembling but kept trying to get the fuck out of there. Suddenly I was in another room, the living room I think, and for a moment I thought the worse was over, then I got a glimpse of this evil voodoo doll with a spear I think. Almost shit myself. There was some sort of flashing white light so it looked like the doll was moving. Then I felt a sharp pain, and felt blood trickling down my leg. I look down and that thing was fucking alive. It chased me around the room, stabbing my ankles and my feet. I was begging my son to give up this nonsense. Said they could all gang bang me if they wanted, just let me out of my house of horrors. I was scared and now bleeding and hurt. I was ignored. I tried to get to the master bedroom, limping. Before I could, I saw and evil clown. I have hated clowns since I was a little girl and my daddy tormented me with them. Of course my son knows this; he knows everything and that knowledge was being used against me for his entertainment. I was beginning to go mad. This was insane. Everything I am scared of was in this house.
I managed to hobble to the bedroom, praying that eventually I would just walk out the front door and this would be over. I saw the mirror and thought if I shined my cell phone in it I might be able to illuminate the room enough to get my bearings and find the window or something to get out. As soon as I shined the light I saw an evil, scary apparition. A ghostly white face staring back at me. Surely this was not my reflection. I screamed loudly closed my eyes in attempt to make it go away. I counted to ten, but before I reached the end, cold hands throttled my neck saying, “Be one of us Blair.” Be one of what? The dead? Was I even gonna make it out alive? Was this real or all part of my son’s evil plan to scare the life out of his mother. I fought whatever this creature was and got away but had scratches all over my face; I could feel blood running down my face. I was panicked, and this game had gone on too long now. I started running, but something, someone grabbed my feet and I fell to the ground. My face smacked hard on the floor. I turned around and saw this bloody, pale girl that looked literally like death pulling me towards her. I screamed and I kicked, but she kept pulling me. Until she pulled me back down into the basement. I fell several feet through a trap door and banged my body up good. I was lying there on the floor, bloody, in pain, scared shitless, thinking I might actually die in my own house when my son turned on flashing white lights and I looked around and there he was with several friends laughing at me. They started calling me a cry baby whore and kicking me, and spitting on me. I was all ready battered and bruised and bleeding all over.
They enjoyed beating the living crap out of me for awhile before jacking their cocks all over me. They enjoyed seeing their cum on my bruised, swollen and bloody body. They enjoyed fucking my ass repeatedly as I laid their helpless, semi conscious and in need of medical attention. And my son loved turning my house, our pleasure palace, into a house of horrors for me. I love my son, but he is a sick mother fucker who gets off on tormenting me. I barely survived my scare house; I can only imagine what is in store for me next.
The job offer..
I answered an ad in the newspaper for a job. I really needed money and I was pretty desperate.. the ad was a bit vague but it paid well, and I was not about to complain about that! I called and the gentleman gave me the address and told me it was a pretty informal interview and to just come dressed casual. He seemed super nice!
I knocked on the door and he answered, it looked like a warehouse.. and when I was led inside I immediately became nervous. He shut the door pretty hard, and I heard it lock. In the middle of the floor was a glass booth, and it took a minute to register.. but the booth had water in it. What kind of job was this!
I turned to go, but it was too late.. he grabbed me and pinned my arms behind me! I tried to scream but he gagged and blinded me with a mask! I had never been so scared in my life! I was not sure what was going on, but I felt myself being strapped onto something and that’s when he started to rip my clothes off.. I tried to scream but the mask he put on muffled any noise I tried to make! He laughed and than I felt the violent rush of water, like a fire hose on my middle body! It hurt so bad! On my tits and on my cunt! I almost could not breathe from the pressure that was being put on my chest! I started to cry and all he did was slap my face and shove something into my pussy! Oh I could not believe how turned on I was! I almost came instantly!
Than the horror continued as I felt myself being lowered into what I guessed was that booth of water.. what really was horrifying was whatever was inserted into my cunt, became more intense as the pressure from being lowered into that tank.. I never came so much or so hard in my life! And as I cried, the water was sloshing into my mouth .. the mask I was wearing, it was almost like a sponge! I had to force myself not to cry.. but the more I tried .. the worse it became.. I wanted it to stop.. but my orgasms were so fucking intense.. I did not know what to do!
Eventually I passed out, and when I came too I was in this warehouse, all alone. There was nothing left behind, but a cashiers check. I guess I earned it huh?
Watching Is Fun
I watched as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face in the toilet, flushing it. She was fighting to breath and he was not having any of it. But when she started to pass out he pulled her up and punched her full force in the face. As the blood flew from her face, the cum gushed out of my cunt. He was just getting started. Carving his name into her flesh, shoving anything he could get his hands on into what ever part of her was close at the time. Violating her tender little body in ways she couldn’t even imagine in her darkest nightmares. Soon she wasn’t even able to scream and her eyes were glassy and distant. She had shut down. I poured a nice big pitcher of ice cold water on her to bring her back long enough for her to feel the final moments of her pitiful life. I love watching him frenzied and out of control, causing as much pain as he can.
Castration Phone Sex with Reagan * My Uncle returns
My Uncle is a scum sucking pitiful hypocrite. Every word that comes out of his mouth is judgmental vomitous piss. I have cleaned more dignified phlegm off of my boots.
Growing up in my family was not filled with happy memories. I am sure I achieved my addiction to sadomasochism due to years of abuse. I learned quickly that love was something I was extremely disinterested in. I will not get into too much detail, but my Uncle hung around us rug-rats way too much. Being the youngest of five, I learned just how to avoid him if I could. He was drunk and on dope a lot. Most days a shower was the last thing on his agenda, and unfortunately his main agenda was to depredate my siblings.
It had been years since his memory contaminated my thoughts, than out of the blue there he was. I was surprised at how much rage I still contained for this piece of shit. He still smelled of piss, but I knew what had to be done. It was time to enjoy looking at his cock for once. I invited him in and let him believe that I loved my sweet old Uncle.
Once I had him downstairs, I bashed his head in when he was bent over to take off his pants. Ha! He thought I wanted his pathetic vomit? During that sweet moment of satisfaction, he moaned like a goddamned pig as I sliced the meat between his balls and cock, and in one swift moment his shame came out of his almost dilapidated dick.. spasm after spasm.. blood and cum.
He thought I was going to stop the bleeding I think, cause he begged me. Funny how the tables turn.