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The Tide Runs Red on a Black Night.

The wolves are howling and hungry on a bloody phone sex night. She lies there in a pool of pool and semen. The glassy eyes stare into the darkness. Just a few hours ago she was a beautiful woman. But she was a bitch, this woman who broke your heart. She ran off with your best friend.  Now he’s gator bait out in the swamp and she is dead fuck meat. I knew you had the evil in you when you came to me, begging for help. A few sips of my special elixir and you exploded with rage, eager to destroy her. We abducted her, brought her to my lair. She was all fire at first, calling you every name. Tiny cock, no balls, loser. But when I walked in the room, knocked her to the floor, and slammed a stiletto heel in her eye, that flame turned to despair. And then to begging and praying as the torture began. We fucked every hole, probing her “hot little pussy” with a red hot poker. The screams inflamed us, driving us into a sexual frenzy. I made tiny cuts on her tits before I cut off her nipples. Then I handed the blade to you. You put her on her knees and made her beg for her life as you destroyed her asshole with an angry cock. You slashed her throat just as orgasm overtook you, riding her to a thrashing bloody happy ending. Who do you need to punish? What bitch deserves to die?

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The eyes of death upon you.

Look into these big, dark eyes and tell me what you see. Black, empty holes where a soul should be. That’s what some say. Others claim one look into my eyes and they are blind to everything but my wishes. A few find the gateway to hell inside. All of those make me smile because either way you are mine now. I’m your Mistress of the dark. One sip of my potion and you will reveal every wicked desire, every terrible thing you’ve done. Amuse me and I may let you live. Piss me off and you will wish you were dead. I thrive on mental and physical pain. Will you join me as my accomplice as we get even the innocent to confess their sins. You will bring me new victims, like your filthy whore ex-wife, or you will become my new toy. Which sounds better? Watching another’s blood drip from their body or the thought of your own imminent death if you deceive me and deprive me of my sacrifices. I know your black heart well and I believe you’ll obey. Otherwise, you’ll be yet another lump of nameless flesh that my gator pets will enjoy for dinner. Which will it be? Let’s play a game….

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Home Invasion Fuck fest

Men who prefer Snuff phone sex are usually holding a grudge against a cunt who did them wrong. Usually some blonde bimbo who is too stupid to be creative like me. A waste of oxygen who lives to hurt men. Men are pitiful walking cocks who can’t resist tits and ass. But when they finally wake up, they need a tool of revenge like me to do their dirty work. You know exactly what woman I’m talking about. That stuck up blonde who blows you off at the gym. She wears those sexy clothes to tempt you yet turns you down when you respond. Or the brunette you dated one time. You spent big bucks to impress her yet she said you were too poor for her. My favorite is the bitch wife. She traded you for another cock yet wants your money, the brats, the car, and the house. Wouldn’t you love to hear her squeal like a pig and beg for her worthless life. I’ll make it look like a home invasion. Then we’ll splatter the walls of your old house with her blood, after we torture and ravage every orifice. And when she lies there , her blood chilling, we’ll use her as a pillow and fuck our brains out. Come join forces with me and let’s clean up society.

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Off with Your Balls

knife play phone sexThere’s something so sexy about a sharp blade. Any blade. Knife, razor, sword, box cutter. Shiny and sharp, placed right up against your nut sac. You wonder if I’m going to tease you or hurt you. You feel the sharp edge dragging along your flesh and the blood beads up. Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be castrated? Oh, you beg me not to hurt you but that rock hard cock gives you away. You like the fear that you’re feeling. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as the cum builds in your testicles. You groan out loud. You better not cum, or I will end you now. This is cock control and your life depends on it. A shot of cum and I will make your blood spurt, too. You clench your teeth, gasping for air, trying to get control of your raging member who only wants to cum. I smile and wait. “Beg for your balls.” I order you. You sound like a little bitch whining as you plead for your manhood. The whimper is starting to irritate me. I have my blade poised right up against your bulging purple mushroom head. Shall I cut your cock off in pieces or will one swipe of my wrist leave you as a sissy eunuch forever?

That Special Flavor

cannibalism phone sexI’ve never been a fan of Thanksgiving until I met him. He was a nice man with a taste for flesh. I’m not talking about turkey flesh either. He likes tender flesh of the female type. And with Thanksgiving coming up, he asked me to go hunting with him. Just like most people go look for the perfect brand and weight in a turkey, his taste was the same. He wanted a plump, but not fat, brand name specimen. The goal was to have her before Thanksgiving so he could prepare her for the feast. She had to be clean, shaved, smooth, and ready to be oiled down. He had tried the Cajun injector before but he had a preference for just the basics. Salt, pepper, and real cream, and some of his special marinade. He injected it himself in every hole to make she was properly tenderized. I knew she would scream while the roasting part happened but I didn’t realize that it would arouse me so much. I felt her pain clear down to the depths of my pussy and I craved to be injected, too. But he was saving it for the grand finale. That first crispy taste of golden skin followed by the squirt of juicy female goodness in our mouths. Finger licking, cock sucking good. I can still taste it now. I’m ready for the hunt when you are.

Midnight Ball

castration phone sexYou begged me to cut off those worthless nuts. I laughed at you and asked why you would do such a thing. I was filled with glee when you told me what I already knew. You are a worthless, no dick loser. No one would ever let you fuck them so your best option is to just end your misery and become a sissy. A panty wearing slut who bends over for every hard cock that demands you to. A cum dump for faggots and big hairy guys who love young boys.
I sharpen my knife and watch your face. The potion I had given you is starting to take effect. You thought it was something to numb the pain. But it was actually my own recipe to stir the demons within you. You’ll hallucinate as waves of terror wash over you. I’ll appear as a monster, ripping your worthless member and sac out by its roots, and dancing around the fire with them. Howling at the swamp moon, we’ll celebrate your castration by restraining you and allowing the Cajun savages of the night to take turns penetrating your tight virgin ass. You’ll awake later with no memory of the whole thing except a man-pussy full of cum and a bloody stub where your manhood used to be.

Fuck Thanksgiving turkey

snuff phone sexThanksgiving is such a fucking joke. All of that family BS. All of that festivity and fake cheer. When all family really wants to do is get drunk and fuck each other. I remember growing up, I had this older pervy cousin who used to try to get in my panties. After all of the adults got drunk, I went outside and he followed me. It was dark. I headed for the woods that were so familiar to me. He was angry, crashing through the brush, calling me a tease and a whore. He didn’t know that my place was booby trapped. I had been practicing dark magic since I was young. I had some sacrificial hens in a cage out there and some rabbits. I heard him scream as he stepped into a noose trap that jerked him upside down. I had him now. He would be my first human torture. I grabbed a chicken and headed his way. He was already crying and begging when I got there. My evil side came out. I cut the chickens head off in front of his face, as she spurted blood all over him, twitching as her life blood drained. He thought he was going to get some pussy, thought he’d take it by force. My rage boiled. I gave him a little fowl for thanksgiving instead. I punched him in the face, forcing him to open his mouth. I shoved the bird’s neck down his throat, throat fucking him with the bloody carnage. Saliva and blood poured down his face. Don’t mess with wicked little girls who love to play alone in the woods. He never touched me again. You ready to be my next victim or do you have someone special in mind? Happy “Fuck-a-bird Day.”

Darkness falls on the swamp

accomplice phone sexIt’s dark out tonight without even a glimpse of the moon through the fog. The perfect night for hunting in the swamps. Teenagers come to fuck in the darkness. They don’t notice that I’m right here, watching them, and waiting. It’s so easy. Wait until the little fucker is busting a nut in his whore. Grab the car door and they are mine. Unless the guy is worthy, he just becomes gator food. If he screams like a BITCH. Then I feed him to them alive. I keep the pretty little whores. All soft and smelling like a cum dumpster, she will amuse me for hours. Tonight, I have a special male friend waiting for her. He has a craving for flesh. Nothing better than a Louisiana BBQ. Rub her with oil and throw on some Cajun seasoning. My pussy drools just thinking about it. Care to join me on a little hunting trip tonight? I have a craving for some fresh meat.

Karma’s Coming for You

 

snuff pornYou’ve heard that expression about Karma but it’s time you found out what Karma really means. As in some sadistic phone sex, of course. Karma coming for you. But soon you will be cumming for Karma. I’m back with a vengeance in all of my sadistic phone sex glory. Ready to put some hurt on worthless men who think women are simply play toys for their pleasure.
I’m not for the faint of heart. I’ll use Louisiana voo-doo to make you scream like a girl. Nothing makes my pussy wetter than a squealing piglet. You thought I was gonna be the victim when you picked me up walking near the swamps, didn’t you? So, now here you are, bound, naked, and crying out to your maker. Who’s the bitch, now?

I’m craving a little fun. What shall we play first? A little pressure on those worthless nuts? I’ll be easy on you the first call but I love pushing the limits. Maybe some CBT? Or how about a little ass rape fantasy. You obviously have dark desires or you wouldn’t dare be calling me. Let’s explore them together. I have no limits when it comes to sex and violence. Karma is here. Can you handle the consequences of your sins?

 

The Last Heart Beat

taboo phone sexI can still hear the echo of her screams in the black darkness of the night. The air is damp and cool as the slight breeze rustles the leaves of the trees that surround my glorious alter. Her body is almost lifeless and I can barely see the movement of her chest as she takes shallow breaths. She is a fighter I have to give her credit for that. I have inflicted more pain then most mere mortals can stand and still she hangs on to her pathetic little life. Her blood is still warm as it drips down the sides of the grey alter that she is laying on. It has been a long time since I have tasted a still beating heart. The thick salty taste of blood with just a hint of iron, the feel of the muscle that we all equate with love, still pulsating as I sink my teeth into it and rip a piece of it off savoring every thing about what I am ingesting. I must act now before the last beat passes and I miss my chance.