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Accomplice Phone Sex Partner or My Victim, So Choose Wisely

accomplice phone sexYou can be my accomplice phone sex partner or my victim. With me it’s that black and white. No in between. No gray area either. I do not need men in my life. But do not feel bad. I do not need anyone in my life. If you have not guessed by now, perhaps you can tell that I am a loner. Not at all a people person. Never have been. I do not have a husband, or a boyfriend or even a BFF. But what I do have is a thirst for mayhem and total destruction. Now, what side do you want to be on? Choose wisely. 

You do not want to be Mack. Mack and I go way back to high school. And I think those teen years contributed to the dark bitch I am today. Not your bitch though. Not anyone’s bitch. Mack did not recognize me at first. But I knew him immediately. Same smug tool he was in high school. He walked right by me. And he got rude with the barista. He sealed his faith. He asked for snuff sex acting like a giant douche bag once again 

You Can Be My Accomplice or My Victim 

So, I followed him home. Although I wanted to kill him right then, I needed to study his habits and plan. This loser made my life hell as a teen girl. And his bully days did not seem to be behind him. I may have ignored him had he been polite ordering his fancy latte. However, I have thought about killing him for 15 years. And he walked right into my life again. So, it was a sign he needed to die. 

 And he died last night. After hours of suffering. Usually, I do not do revenge kills because personal kills get folks caught. But I do not have ties to him. Never did. To him I was just some worthless nothing. But he remembered me as I sliced his cock off. I told him this kill might have been my favorite one yet. I carved him up. And I put my name in his chest. But I wrote Venus, not my birth name. I reinvented myself after high school. 

 No one would find his body. Nature took care of his remains. Once upon a time, Mack harassed me daily. Now, Mack will never harass or bully another woman again. In fact, I bet he is being shit out of a bear’s ass right now. Mack had to be my victim. He was never accomplice material. However, all tools and bullies are killer phone sex material. 

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

Beg for Torture Sex You Will Get More Than You Bargined For

torture sexHe begged for torture sex. And you never need to beg me to hurt a bitch. It is my pleasure to carve a guy or a woman or even a brat up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Todd met me online. I have a handle called Dark Angel on the Dark net. I am a dark angel of death. Pain and torture too. Cock and ball torture excites me. I make a decent living at it too. But some days, I feel generous and do it for free.

Todd experienced an almost free castration. He hired me to torture him. We agreed I could mutilate his body if I left his cock and balls alone. For some reason he seemed proud of his junk. But to me it was nothing impressive at all. And I would have abided by his rules if he had not seemed so proud of a worthless dick.

What is the obsession with your junk? I mean I know men beat off a lot. Even when they have a woman in their lives. But to hold so much value in something worthless just begs for castration phone sex if you ask me. So, after I tied Todd up and cut his flesh up, I decided to cut off his balls. I told him it was a free add on for being such a small dick wonder. If his dick measured 4-inches, I would have been surprised.

If You Want Me to Torture You, Consider Me Ready

I put a ball gag in his mouth, so I did hot need to hear him bitch about his precious dick and balls. I promised him no woman thought his dick was the Holy Grail of cocks. And I took the balls off slowly with a razor blade to prolong his agony. Once I had one nut removed, I used that severed ball as the gag in his mouth. What can I say? I am a sadist.  It brought me pleasure to see him choking on his ball. Since they appeared small like his dick, when I cut the other nut off, I put that in his mouth too.

Although I thought about taking his worthless dick too, leaving it will be a constant reminder that he is no man. He is just lucky I did not make him a snuff porn star. But I took the wind out of his sails. He will never beat off or fuck again. And he will never procreate. And that is a win for everyone.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Consume Many People

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies consume many people, me included. But unlike most people, I do not hold back. If someone fills me with rage, it’s usually for a good reason. And I snuff them out. But I never kill quickly. There is no fun in that. Torture serves as foreplay for me. So, when I bring a man home to kill him in my new underground torture chamber, I  make it last hours, days or even weeks.

Marcus resides in my dungeon currently. I plan on keeping this  mother fucker alive for as long as possible because he deserves to suffer. He hired me off the dark web last month to help him kill his business partner. I never ask why someone wants another person dead. It’s a job for me. I do it for the money. However, Marcus tried to renege on our deal and demanded a refund. Do I look like I offer refunds?

No One Backs Out of a Deal with the Devil and Lives to Talk About It

I am a snuff porn broker. Marcus got cold feet. He feared the murder would be tied to him because he stood to gain financially from his partner’s death. However, we set him up with an airtight alibi. I put a lot of work into planning this kill. And he insulted me when he wanted a refund. But he angered me when he tried to assault me when I said no refund. And he has been tied up in my kill shelter under my house ever since.

I’ve dismembered every toe and finger he had. Plus, I took a blow torch to his balls and the soles of his feet. And I sliced off his nipples and castrated him too. Now, I am slowly letting the blood drip from his body. Exsanguination is a painful and a very slow death. The average person holds 8-10 pints of blood in their body. So, I let about a half a pint drip from his body a day. He has about 4 days left until he dies from blood loss.

Once he dies, I will feed him to the wildlife, and he will never be seen again. Teach him to fuck with the snuff sex queen.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Requires an Advanced Palate

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex requires a very dark mind. However, I suspect many men who think like me exist. The best way to get rid of evidence of a crime is to eat the evidence. Unless the crime lab inspects your shit, no remains will be found. Plus, I find that the human body is a delicate treat for us sometimes. One human adult body can feed me for months. And with the rising costs of food, human flesh seems more and more like a viable food option.

However, I am picky about what I put in my body. Only premium meat will do. So, when I am in the mood for a special meal, I take my time and hunt for it properly. I want a natural meal. No fake tits. No steroid use to build body mass. And I want natural hair color with no Botox or fake tans either. You are what you eat, so pick a natural meal. One with some meat on their bones too.

Who Wants to Join Me for a Special Meal?

Snuff sex meals take preparation too. And I take pride in what I put in my body, so I season my meal to my liking. And I soften the flesh with butter baths. No one enjoys tough meat. However, the key is to get the flesh cooked just right, so it almost falls off the bones into your mouth. And there are many ways to prep your meal too. I can help you. Consider me your macabre sous chef.

Now, I have a meal waiting for me. A cute natural plump girl. And she is naked in my dungeon soaking in a big tub of hot water and butter. I added some seasonings to make her taste succulent too. I will roast her over an open fire today. However, it will take at least 6-8 hours to cook her thoroughly. You never want to consume raw or undercooked meat.

Now, this special taboo phone sex meal is more than I can eat. So, play your cards right, and I will invite you to dinner.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex I Might Enjoy More Than You

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.

Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.

This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.

I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk

However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.

I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.

Never Enough Time for all the Snuff Phone Sex Folks Deserve

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I could do all day long. Fuck. I can do it in my sleep. My mind gets full of vengeful thoughts and plots to rid the world of useless folks. And let me tell you there are some many useless folks in this world. Think about it. If we could kill off the annoying fucks, tiny dick losers, stupid politicians, whiney spoiled brats, and dipshits in this world, wouldn’t that be the only way to make America great again, LOL?

My tolerance for people appears less and less each year. I get older and just do not have the same threshold for stupidity I once had. Although, my tolerance for stupid fucks never seemed high, LOL. When I went to the grocery store, some yuppie looking white guy in a Rolex thought he could cut through a line of folks waiting patiently to check out. He thought he was special because he was white, male and rich. Nothing special to me. No man is.

I watched him be rude to everyone in line and the check out girl. So, I followed him. Of course he got into an Italian sports car. He screamed small dick energy. And that’s when I fantasized about giving him cock and ball torture sex. But my fantasies never stay fantasies for long. That self-entitled prick needed me to put him in his place. And I did.

I Enjoy Taking Away a Man’s Small Dick Energy

I followed him for a few days. Learned his habits and saw that he was more of a tool than I could have imagined. He was easy to capture. He likes to party. So, I lured him with coke. But I cut it with a little fentanyl. Not much. Just enough to paralyze his body so I could castrate him and ruin sex for him. Castration takes the wind out of a blowhard quickly. But I did not castrate him slowly. Where is the fun in that?

Nothing slow with me. Not when it comes to castration phone sex. I carved up his worthless junk slowly. Although I wanted to kill this tool because the world would be much better without him, I also wanted to neuter the prick. Turn him into shell of his former self.

Men hold too much value in their junk. And I am here to take the wind out of their sails. I deflated his balls first. Then I removed them. And not very neatly either. But the best part? I carved my name in his worthless limp cock. Now when he sees his even more worthless dick, he will always remember me. My guess though, more men will soon not forget me either. The world is full of tools and losers.

Torture Sex Serves as My Foreplay

torture sexSome people deserve torture sex. Usually, when I capture a victim, I do it one at a time. However, I made an exception last night for a couple. They tried to scam me. And I do not take kindly to people who think I am some stupid twit. Because I am not. They slammed on their brakes on a winding, wet road. Perhaps, I was following too closely, but I barely touched their car. No dents. No paint scrapes either. Nothing. However, the woman rolled out of the car like I crippled her.

She started yelling and screaming about suing me for everything I got. Good luck bitch, I said to myself. Because I knew neither her nor husband would survive to sue me. They fucked with the wrong sadistic phone sex bitch. We appeared to be in the middle nowhere. No one around for miles. Only cornfields on the side of the road. I acted like I was grabbing my insurance info for them, but I grabbed two needles full of sleeping medicine instead.

Never Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch

I shot the woman up first, and she collapsed. Then I dosed up her husband. Normally, I don’t kill on the spot, but the area screamed kill zone to me. I am stronger than I look. So, I dragged their bodies into the cornfield like I was a demonic possessed Malachai from Children of the Corn. Once their bodies appeared hidden by the corn fields, I drove their car into the fields hiding it. Then, I pulled my car over off the road and grabbed my kill bag.

Most folks have an emergency bag in their trunk, but I have a kill bag full of instruments of destruction. Since, I love knife play phone sex, I grabbed my biggest and sharpest knives. And even a sickle. They woke up from the drug but could not move their bodies. In the hot shot I gave them was a natural paralysis drug. They could see what I was doing and feel all the pain, but they could not move.

I Carved Up and Beheaded Two Scammers

I carved their bodies up like a deer I just slaughtered. They bled everywhere, which I always enjoy. When I cut off the husband’s cock, I stuffed it his wife’s mouth choking her. The crows circled us because they knew dinner was near. Eventually, I used the sickle to behead each of them. I put their heads on the scarecrow’s stake and let the crows peck at their severed bodies.

When I got back in my car, I looked like Carrie at the prom covered in blood. Luckily, I never passed another human. I got home, showered and basked in the glory that I took two hustlers off the street.

Women Harbor Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesWomen can have rape phone sex fantasies too. However, mine go extremely dark. Although I do harbor them for some women, mostly I think about force fucking some male predator’s ass. When this young Goth girl told me about a predator who put something in her drink to fuck her, I hatched a revenge plot right then. Hannah appeared to be young, in her early 20s. Perhaps this predator likes his victims younger. But in my experience, predators like this guy rarely have a type. It comes down to opportunity.

I decided to go Promising Young Woman on him.  Hannah gave me enough of a description of him to enable me to find him. He would stand out in any Goth or Steampunk bar in town. Since he got band from my Goth bar, I decided to go to another one. I bar hopped Friday, but I found him. And I sat at the bar alone pretending to be a drunk Goth girl. Although he did not immediately take the bait, he finally did.

And when he tried to spike my drink, I switched drinks on him. He would be my ass rape porn star. Not the other way around. Before long, I was the one escorting him out of the bar and to my nearby recently construction kill underground shelter. Even though this predator felt big and heavy, I got him down the stairs of my kill shelter. I just dragged him by his feet, making sure he hit his head on every step.

Sometimes I Kill for Pleasure and Other Times for Revenge

When he started to wake up, he found himself batter, bruised, a little bloody, naked and tied up. The drug still affected him. His speech sounded a tad slurred and disoriented. I read him a list of his crimes. This would not be some cautionary tale of not preying on women because he would not live to regret his crimes. This was about revenge. No one will know about his death but Hannah and me. She joined me for the fun.

I had two huge dildos with little shards of glass glued all over them. This is how I fuck a man, LOL. And of course, I never use lube. Never. I do not want it to feel good. It’s torture sex. All pain and no pleasure. Hannah and I took turns fucking his ass and mouth with those destructive dildos. We shredded his ass. And his throat too. He made a bloody mess of my new kill shelter too. The final throat fuck Hannah delivered killed him though. Cut right through his throat causing him to bleed out. She almost severed his head. But we did not know a more deserving loser.

The two of us carried his broken and bloody body back up the stairs and into the woods for the wild animals to destroy the evidence and DNA. No one preys on a Goth girl and gets away with it. Not on my watch.

Bloody Phone Sex Fun in My New Closer to Home Kill Shack

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex with me can get graphic. I love a great splatter. I built a new kill shack in the woods. Half the size of the old fishing cabin I inherited. Although that first kill shack has some storied it could tell, I need something a little closer to home for when I act impulsively.

I do not know if with age, I have lost some of my patience. Or perhaps, the world just over produces assholes now. I am not that old to be so cynical, but I have never been a people person as they say, LOL. But my new kill shack is 10 miles from home, built on private property. And not my property either. But someone I knew and killed. He had no one to leave anything too. And I have posed as him for the past 6 years paying the property tax with his money.  I set it up on quarterly automatic payments.

However, no one reported him missing because he was a recluse. A former mentor of sorts who crossed a line and paid for it with snuff sex. I built like an underground kill shack. Like a bomb shelter with cement floors and a drainpipe for easy clean up. Lots of wildlife nearby like the original kill shack to dispose of bodies.  Took me two years almost to build this underground kill and torture shed, but I debut it last night for Rick.

I Built a Knew Kill Shack So Watch Out

I only got his name from his wallet. Some tool ran me off the road because I passed him. He fucked with the wrong girl. I drugged him when he got out of the car to berate me for passing him in a passing zone. A little pixie dust blown in his face paralyzed him instantly. This magic dust keeps the head feeling and thinking. Just cannot move. I enjoyed dismembering him limb by limb. His eyes said it all. Told me the pain he felt.

I talked with him, let him know he fucked with the wrong bitch. Made sure he knew he would not survive the torture sex. The pain in his eyes gave me so much joy. I made a bloody mess. However, cleaning up was a breeze. I hosed off the blood splatter and some of his insides. But his limbs I carried up in a garbage bag and fed to the wildlife. Oh, I am going to enjoy my closer to home kill shack.