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Road Rage

castration phone sexHe never should’ve cut me off in traffic. Nothing pisses me off more. I passed him, slammed on the brakes and felt him hit me from behind. I screamed in anger, not getting out of my car. This bastard was gonna pay. I took the tire tool from my back seat and when he came storming up to my window, I knocked him in the head and drug him inside.
He moaned as he awoke. His head had a large gash and his face was covered in blood. He was cussing, calling me foul names. I laughed as I plotted what to do with him. “You evil cunt. Untie me.” he screamed. “I’m gonna sue you for everything.”
Sorry but I don’t deal with threats, dude. I punched him in the mouth and laughed as he bled. Men like him shouldn’t be allowed to breed. Hmmm, interesting thought. I haven’t castrated anyone lately. I think I’d enjoy this one.
I cinched down on the ropes around his wrists and ankles. I knew he was going to fight hard when I brought out the knife. I needed shackles. I attached a chain to his cock and balls and clamped an iron device to them. Given a little time, his cock and balls would began to swell. Iron doesn’t give and the blood trapped within would began to expand, blowing his junk up to massive size. This would make things way more fun. The giant swollen blood filled fun bags would explode upon impact. Good thing I was wearing steel tipped cowboy boots. The thought of driving one into him made my pussy wet.
I wanted him to beg first as I explained his punishment and the reason he should be neutered. He squealed like a pig, begging for his nuts and his life.
With one forceful kick, I played football with his nutsac, taking out all of my aggression. They exploded with the first kick, spraying blood all over my face. Licking my lips, I aimed again. His giant engorged penis shattered like a bomb went off, pieces flying all over. I picked up a loose testicle, looked at him, and popped it in my mouth. He screamed again as I popped it like a grape.
I’d let this one live, drugging him and taking him back to his vehicle. He’d look like a crazed druggie and a serial killer when the cops finally stopped to check on him. They’d probably haul him off to the crazy-house when he blabbered about how I kidnapped him and ate his nuts!!! Things happen in the big city. I just happen to be one of those things.

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Starving them for Ash Wednesday

blasphemy phone sexIt’s Ash Wednesday and that makes me excited. It’s time for my annual Catholic schoolgirl massacre. Watch the news and see how many go missing. Ash Wednesday brings out the religious nuts. They’re all bragging about fasting for Lent and sacrificing, like that no meat on Friday thing. It’s funny how fast they all turn when they’re locked in a cage doing some real fasting. Starve them all week and throw a bone to them on Friday. See how fast they will gnaw the meat off. Starve them a few more days and even the most devout will revert to blasphemy once they realize that prayer isn’t gonna save them. You should hear them cursing the God that they once believed in. I fucking love it. I masturbate to the sounds of them cursing and begging.
Ash Wednesday is just fucking weird. That ash on the forehead shit. Does it come from powdered bodies? Now that excites me. Pouring gasoline on my victims bodies (if they are lucky and not still alive) burning them extra crispy, and grinding them to a fine powder sounds like fun. Like their good book says, “”Remember that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return” (Genesis 3:19)” I just want to help them get there a little faster. Right after I violate some virgins pussies and inflict some pain.
So, run, little Catholics, pray hard that you don’t meet me on the way home from mass. Fear the devil, but fear me more.

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Super Bowl Massacre

goth teen phone sexFootball. Football. I am so fucking sick of the Super Bowl already. Seems like all it does is take the attention away from a Goth Goddess like me. I don’t like being ignored. It brings out my ugly side and you know what happens when my mood is bad.
So, I was thinking about this boring game of chasing a ball. I think I’ll have my own Super Bowl. My game is so much more interesting. I’ll drug and kidnap some sports fans. Bring them out to my personal “field.” “Let’s play a game.” I’ll say. There are no teams. It’s every man for himself. The object is to grab the skull I throw out and make the goal. That’s “fantasy football.” The one who gets sacked is my next victim. I get to tie him to the goalpost while the others watch. I strip him naked. A quick punt to the nutsac leaves him puking. He will hang there, writhing in fear while the game continues.

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The men are scared now, fearing for their lives. It has become a bloodsport and they all want to live. You can smell the testosterone in the air along with the fear. They tear into each other with animal aggression. Using tooth and nail, they fight for the prize, battering each other, stomping on heads and ripping out throats. The blood is flowing into the grass now, making it slick in spots. I tie several more victims to the goal post. Oh, we are gonna have such an interesting halftime show.
It’s halftime and I can hear the moans of the battered men. Hanging limply, most of them need to be put out of their misery. I slit the first one’s throat like a pig. The second one is dead meat with an eye bulging from its socket. Two others are still alive. Time for the show!!! I kick the fat one right in the nuts like I’m going for the extra point after the touchdown. His scrotum explodes with the force, spilling testes and fuckjuice on the ground. My pussy convulses with pleasure. First down, woo-hoo. The second one is quicker and intercepts my pointed boot. I drive again but fumble. He is quick and smart. His defense is a head butt to my face which leaves me bleeding. I lick the blood from my busted lip and he smiles at me. I’ve found my accomplice and MVP. Touchdown!!!
“Hey, you wanna help me go pick up a cheerleader for some post-game fun?” His dark eyes give me my answer. And so we continue to the 3rd Quarter……

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Blood Trails in the Winter Forest

goth teen phone sexI followed the trail of blood out into the snow. The bitch thought she could get away by chewing through her ropes. She didn’t realize that there was shattered glass on the floor and her cries had echoed through the basement. I laughed to myself as I let her run. Nothing but miles of woods out there. If frostbite and coyotes didn’t get her, I would.
She was one of those bitches that you just fucking hate. Perfect, rich, spoiled, driving a new Beamer that Daddy bought for her at graduation. Daddy couldn’t save her now. See, this pretty little slut fucked with the wrong girl. I was at a party with my BF, Brian. He was a classic bad boy with a eye for pretty blondes. He thought a bathroom blowjob wouldn’t hurt me. It didn’t. He died in a wreck that night. Bad brakes..hehe. But she knew that she did. I’d been in love with him. The way she looked at me and licked her lips when she came out of that bathroom haunted me. I decided to bide my time and make her life hell. I got her fired for drugs in her car. I killed her cat and left it on her porch. I hacked her email and sent ugly letters to her friends and family. I’m a cunning whore and revenge is a game. Finally, I stalked her to a club one night, drugged her drink, and then “rescued” her, telling the bartender that I would get her home safely.

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She woke up beaten in my basement, stomp marks all over her pretty face. I had cracked a rib and slashed her tits. The pain was intense despite her hangover and she moaned loudly….until she saw me. A shriek stopped in her throat and she knew she was dead. I laughed as she whimpered, leaving her to wonder how and when. Poor pretty fool figured she could escape. She was so very wrong.
She’d been wandering in the woods for over 3 hours when I found her. She had bled profusely. Her bare feet were frozen solid as were the tears on her face. There was a gaping wound on her thigh where a timber wolf had attacked her. You could see meat and bones and I knew the pack would soon be back. “Please, help me.” she mouthed. I laughed an evil laugh that echoed through the frozen forest. I turned my back on her and walked away. As I exited the darkening woods, I heard her desperate scream. It was the cold and lonely wail of a walking dead woman. The winter-starved wolves will feast tonight.

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Destroying Subby Slut, Leah

torture phone sexI hated Leah the moment I met her. She was a pitiful little subby who claimed that she got off on being used. I wondered how true that was and last night I decided to find out. It was easy. I invited her over for a client of mine who was a domme. She looked so sickening as he ball-gagged her and fucked every hole, that I had to join in and give her some real pain.

Pushing him aside, I punched her in the face. “Untie her.” I ordered him. He knew better than to fuck with me. She hit the ground hard and I was on her, kicking her with steel toed boots. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. “On the table, bitch.” She whimpered as she climbed painfully into the table. “Spread those legs.” I ordered, reaching for a red-hot curling iron that I kept plugged in for the occasion. I rammed that branding iron deep into her subby cunt and she screamed in agony. He was jerking his cock in gleeful pleasure as I throttled her to silence the racket. “What should I do with her, Master. Kill her?” “Not yet, Nat. I haven’t had my fill yet.” His laugh rumbled like an evil hiss. Angrily, I grabbed a screwdriver and stabbed her in the chest, puncturing a lung. I laughed as her lung filled with blood, making her gurgle and wheeze, as the blood filled her mouth and drooled unto the table. I dipped my finger into it and sucked it clean.

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“Damn, you got my cock hard, girl.” he muttered. “Make it happen.” Kneeling between her legs, he drove his massive fuckstick into her blistered pussy. She was screaming now and it wasn’t a subby scream anymore. It was one of pure pain and fear, which whetted my own appetite and juiced my aching cunt. “Do it, bitch.” he moaned, on the verge of explosion. I pulled her head back, revealing her rapidly beating jugulars. “NOW” he ordered. I pulled the blade across her throat, nearly severing her head, as her heels drummed on the table. The convulsing, contracting death twitch deep in her pussy pulled a huge load of cum from his own tortured balls. I screamed out loud with the force of my own orgasm. Her cooling body lie broken on the table with cum leaking from her dead pussy. I knew exactly who to call next. No sense in wasting a perfectly good dead body….

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Bloody Fucking New Year 2016

snuff phone sexHappy Fucking New Year!!! I’ve got evil plans going down for 2016. Gonna grab me some whores celebrating the big ball drop and have a party. Me and my accomplice, Mr. D. are gonna wreak some havoc on this hallowed night. We love the crowds and the drunken sluts. They make torture and killing like taking candy from a brat. We drug them and just carry them off. Downtown NY is the place to party when you’re a sick fuck like me.
Back to the dungeon, we take the party-goers. When they wake up, they think it’s Halloween. Dressed in a black cape, I am the Mistress of Evil. I delight in slowly milking the lifeblood from my victims so Mr. D, and I can fuck in the blood. Hear their screams as the clock ticks down. No one realizes that it’s the scream of death and pain.
My pussy gets wetter as the pain progresses and my victim begins her death quake. Countdown to midnight begins…. Five: I stab her in the lungs, making her wheeze through her ribs. Four: I stab her in the eyes. Three: I brand her forehead with a scarlet W for Whore. Two: I kiss her on her dying lips. One: I cut her throat, spraying us all with a bloody froth, while screaming Happy New Year.
Are you a sick, perverted fuck like me? Come prove it and let’s drop some balls and slit some throats to celebrate 2016.

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Follow Psycho Santa on Twitter.

killer phone sexChristmas is a time to do evil to counteract all of the cheer. Why do you think the movie Krampus is so popular right now? People fucking hate Christmas. They want to hack their way through crowds with a machete. Evil beings wish to see all the little boyhood and girlhood icons turn evil and molest and violate the innocent. Every time I hear someone singing Jingle Bells or Frosty the Snowman, I want to conjure up the demons from hell and wreak havoc on some souls. Let Frosty the Molester and Satan Santa come once a year and take their pick. I would love to be the accomplice. We’ll kidnap, torture, and violate you and yours. Send the pieces home to mama in a pretty red stocking stained with blood. Come here, little brats. You want a kitten for Christmas? How about a dead one? Wrapped up and rotting in a pretty Christmas box. Better yet, how about a dead human, left decaying in the woods after we torture her on Christmas Eve. Santa has a big hard-on for sweet young girls. It’s covered in barbs and razors to slash little pussies and assholes to ribbons. Tie that to the top of your present!!!
The next time someone says Santa is watching you, you’d better watch out, you’d better not cry. Cause Christmas is here and it’s your turn to die. If you are a Christmas hater, it’s time to come play with me. ‘Tis the season to slash and maim.

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‘Tis the Season to be Dead

home invasion phone sexDeck the halls with decaying bodies. Tis the season to be naughty. Fa la fucking la. Christmas and its evil, greedy consumers make me sick. Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas, who gives a fuck?
I’m having this evil fantasy about playing Santa. Santa with a scalpel. Crawling down chimneys and slitting the throats of the sleeping. Can you imagine the look of fear when all the little rugrats open their eyes in the night expecting Santa but getting Satan? I’d gut them like deer in their beds, leaving them for their parents to find on Christmas morning. Or maybe even better, how about them waking up on Christmas Day to find the house decorated with boughs of intestines, scrotum in the tree, a liver in their stockings, and a heart in a pretty Christmas box. Yes, I am a sick and demented bitch and I feed on pain and weakness. Wouldn’t you like to come play Christmas with me and help me spread some Christmas FEAR? Stabbing and torturing my victim with sharpened candy canes sounds like soooo much fun. It makes my pussy throb with delight. Not even the Grinch knows how to destroy Christmas better than me.

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Black Friday Madness Snuff fantasy porn

snuff pornI hate fucking Black Friday. What idiot would want to be packed in like sardines with a bunch of bitches to spend their hard earned cash? I have never seen so many assholes and bitches together, all treating everyone like shit, but headed to church on Sunday. I know my God wouldn’t like that shit. And mine is the god of darkness. He whispered in my ear today, telling me that I should punish these greedy whores. Snuff fantasy porn is my very favorite thing. So, on Black Friday, it’s my day to shop for souls. I’m starting with white trash Walmart. I’m going in with a knife, dive into the crowd, and start slashing. Guts will be hitting the floor, arteries will be severed. Screams will fill the air. No one will even know what happened until people are bleeding out on the floor. I’ll thin the herd a bit, then look around for those cows on handicap carts. OK, I get old people or ones with broken legs, but these sows that are too fat to walk are taking up air space. I’ll stab every one of them in the throat and listen to them oink. I’m sick of shitty bitches who treat the cashiers like shit. I want to stand there and listen. if anyone is rude, I’m gonna follow them out to their car and throat punch the cunt. Maybe if someone like me stepped in and kept people in line, Black Friday wouldn’t be so dark. And then again, it would take away all the fun I get to have on the worst shopping day of the year. Make my pussy wet and join me for some retail therapy.

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Die, bitch, die. No one gives a Tweet.

mutilation phone sexLooking for that perfect accomplice who really likes it nasty and rough? I will help you find your latest victim and make your bloody dreams come true. My very favorite fantasy is kidnapping young girls and torturing them. Not your average run-of-the-mill kidnapping either. I cater to vicious and violent wanna-be psychos who like to hear girls scream. I cut off nipples, shove knives up cunts, and make the living wish they were dead. My latest victim was so innocent and so very dead. I made tiny knife cuts all over her body as she begged for mercy. I burnt her with cigarettes and shoved a curling iron into her pussy. On high heat, of course. She screamed so very loud, which made my Masters cock rigid with glee. Can you stand the dirty games that I play? Are they too much, coming from the dark recesses of your mind. You know you must sate your bloodlust. There’s a full moon tonight and I smell fresh pussy in the air. My theme song is playing and I’m ready to make someone bleed.

 
“Dirty Little Mind”  by Jackyl
Well I licked her clean from head to toe
I took her down for the count
She was ready for more
And you know she’s got a dirty little mind
The way she walks
The way she grooves
I have to strap her down to keep up with her moves
And you know she’s got a dirty little mind.

Writer(s): Jesse James Dupree
Copyright: Polygram Int. Publishing Inc. Cockster Music

 

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