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Evil phone sex stories are so fun to exchange. I talk to a lot of demented and perverted guys who love to share their wicked stories with me. Recently, in the spirit of Christmas, a caller asked me what was the kinkiest thing I ever did with a candy cane. I had a story for him. One year at Christmas time, when I was just a little school girl, I decided to get some revenge on the uncle who had molested me. He was a dirty drunk and a mean son of a bitch. I dressed up in a sexy Santa outfit and acted like I wanted his fat sweaty body on top of my young tiny body. I spiked his beer with some of my mom’s Ambien, which knocked him right the fuck out.
As he was passed out naked face down in his bed, I sodomized him with one of those big fat candy cane logs. I ended up putting a bundle of them up his ass so his sphincter would be stretched completely out. I ruined his asshole. Even took them out of his shiter for him to suck on as he was snoozing, then put them back in his ass. I took a bunch of pictures and put them all over the Internet with the meme “I’m a candy ass pervert who diddles little girls.” I thought it was funny. I exposed my Uncle for the pervert he was, ruined his marriage. But, I didn’t feel like revenge had been completely served. So I plotted a return visit. One that would make sure he never ever diddled another brat again.
He drank a shit ton before I exposed him on the Internet, but after, he was obliterated every night according to my daddy who had no idea I was the one who exposed his brother. I snuck out of the house with some rope and a big kitchen knife. I didn’t need any knock out meds this time since he was in a drunken black out stupor. I found him passed out in his own piss and vomit. Such a waste of space. I rolled him over on his back, slapped his face to wake him up enough to see me, then I castrated him. Cut his balls clear off.
That wasn’t enough for me, so I also chopped his cock off too. He didn’t deserve it. Used the bottom of a hot iron skillet to cauterize the wounds. I wanted him to live his life as a eunuch, never able to fuck or reproduce again. It was a hack job, because I was young and learning. I am more seasoned with junk removal now. For shits and giggles, I shoved candy canes up his ass again, and one inside his severed dick. I left the dick cane in the refrigerator with a Christmas card from his loving niece. I knew he would never tell anyone what I did, because that would out him to his brother as a molester of his niece and show the world he got his ass whopped by a girl in pigtails and a training bra. It was my first real attempt at revenge. Loved it. The rest is history.
Evil phone sex is what this sadistic bitch is delivering to naughty boys and girls this Christmas. Instead of Santa, I will be teaming up with Krampus to deliver some well earned torture and death to annoying brats everywhere. I am sure you know some young cunts that you would like to give your cock and maybe a knife to this holiday season? You can be my Krampus. We show up at a naughty girl or boy’s house with torture devices in your red bag instead of toys. I strap a little one down while you fuck away at an ass or cunny. I can slice off little bee sting boobies, clits, dickies and tiny balls while you fuck away in a tight hole. Blood will ooze over your cock like a warm red sea. I can get more violent with a little one too. Annoying little brats, spoiled little bitches and cock teases all deserve pain for Christmas. My sharp blade goes deep in a belly button and cuts up to the breast bone. I stick my hands into the chest cavity and pull out entrails and organs. When you fuck that little cunny or ass your cock will be visible poking in and out of him or her. She will see your cock fucking her soon to be cold pussy. He will see you fucking his dying ass. I can choke them with their intestines. I can asphyxiate them with their own internal organs. I can squeeze the life out of a beating heart with my hands. Or, I can wait till they slowly just slip away from us in agonizing pain.
The possibilities are endless on a taboo phone sex call with a sick bitch like me. I am sure you will prove to be an equally demented accomplice. Let Santa take care of the good boys and girls. We can take of the ones no one will miss much. Merry fucking Christmas.
Tis the season for snuff porn and good deeds. The holidays bring out my charitable side. I see the need for blood increases over the holidays, so every Christmas season, I make a sizable donation to my local blood bank. In fact, I am their number one contributor. I don’t actually give my blood because I am iron deficient, however, I always find a variety of folks willing to part with their blood to help someone in need. On Black Friday, I started my holiday blood drive. First to make a sizable donation for me was this twit Ariel who ,was how we say, a complete and total idiot. She was so stupid it was a wonder she remembered to breathe. Young pretty coed. Perky tits and ass. Every man’s cream dream. My antithesis. Everything going for her expect for brains. She answered an ad in the Backpages I had looking for pretty healthy coeds for a private blood drive. She was willing to show up at a stranger’s house who wanted to take her blood for $50. She clearly had a holiday death wish.
I walked her into the basement; she asked where the blood drive machine was, then she saw my rather large knife collection and a shit ton of empty gallon water jugs. Blonde bimbo paused for awhile. I could see the hamster spinning the wheel in her head. Her stupidity was mind numbing. I grabbed a knife and slit her throat. Grabbed a jug to capture the blood; I let her bleed out. I gave her a bunch of slices to the torso and extremities to sped up the bloodletting. Shoved some tree ornaments up her worthless snatch for shits and giggles. She contributed several gallons of blood for my blood drive, which I promptly put on ice so it would not go bad.
Since I am a charitable bitch, I didn’t want to let her lifeless cold body go to waste. I called up some male friends of mine with certain predilections and offered up her dead body. I felt like I did lots of good work that day. Obtained a sizable “to die for” donation of blood and spread a little holiday cheer with some necrophilia. How I love this time of year. What is your holiday death wish? I’m feeling very charitable still.
Castration phone sex is my Black Friday deal to you. You have a worthless pecker? Maybe a diseased dick or one that just doesn’t work? Too small? Or perhaps you use it for bad instead of good? Maybe you are just a stupid fuck who should not procreate? Or a chronic masturbator that needs temptation removed for him? I really don’t give a fuck what your reasons are; if you want your cock or balls, even both, removed, I will be offering junk removal services all holiday season at bargain prices. Wanna be a eunuch for Christmas? Or maybe you want to give that special lady in your life a present she will really appreciate like your dick in a box literally, or some testicle earrings. Handmade of course. Let’s face it, the lady in your life deserves so much more than what is between your legs so let’s just get rid of it. She will never has to worry about you trying to fuck her again. She forget about your pathetic package forever. Without your junk, she is free to fuck those big dicks; free to have what you have never been able to give her: PLEASURE. If you are single, well there is a reason for that. A pathetically small reason dangling between your legs. Get rid of it professionally, put on some panties and live your life as a silly sissy or something similarly pathetic.
I have my junk removal kit all polished up and ready to use. It is time to spread some holiday cheer to the ladies one nut crack at a time. The only thing roasting over my fire this holiday will be your nuts.
I love making and watching snuff porn. I run a little film school for the young ones. Every week, I host a workshop with some aspiring killers to show them different ways to eradicate problems and annoyances. This week the workshop focused on how to make snuff porn torture death films. They are my favorite actually. When I make a killer production, I like it to be violent and bloody. I fancy myself a female Eli Roth. I had the perfect subject for my protégés to hone their filmmaking techniques on. An old teacher of mine from my school days. Total pervert. Likes the little ones. I have no real issue with dirty old men. You have rape fantasies about the wee ones, I will help you. Just keep your hands off me and the few brats I actually like.
Mr. Yokomato was easy to lure. Told him I had some little ones for him to play with in exchange for good grades for one of my charges. She is one of my film students; one of the few brats I like. If she had not shared with me that he tried to diddle her, I would not have know that he was still molesting the young ones after school. Of course when he arrived, my little brats of the corn surrounded him like an evil army while I held the video camera. Each was wielding a big ass knife. Like a carnival act, they started hurling knives at him. My pussy was getting wet seeing such young boys and girls hurl knives at a lifelong pervert. With precision, like I taught them, they hit the arteries. Blood was spewing out of him. He was begging for mercy. I informed him that I remembered a time when I begged him for mercy; pleaded with him not to put his thing in my butt but he ignored my cries.
I let my little protégé, who had the most recent indecent encounter with our film star, have the honor of chopping off his pecker. She grabbed his dick, sliced it clear off then shoved it in his mouth as we all watched him bleed out. I was so proud of my macabre munchkins. I took them to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate their first torture sex film. Maybe you will be the star of our next killer film.
I love cannibalism phone sex, especially during this month of Thanksgiving. I am so grateful that there are so many stupid bitches around that I can have for dinner. Literally. I have been watching cooking shows for months now to learn the proper seasonings for white meat. I like dark meat too, but there are far more dumb drunk white girls roaming the malls and bars of America. I have learned a few things over the years of preparing special holiday feasts. Always have back up meat. Sometimes you grab a meal on the go and don’t realize until you get home it is already spoiled or way past its expiration date.
Nothing ruins meat more than too many tattoos; or fake boobs and butt implants. Plastic surgery and a face full of Botox means you are a practice meal at best. I don’t serve my friends anything but the best, purest meat. I have a sweet young thing chained in the back yard as I type. She is free range, eating corn meal and protein so her meat with be extra juicy come Thanksgiving Day. I also have a not so sweet thing who is giving the Kardashian twits a run for their money in the fake department. She is a barely legal girl already addicted to plastic surgery and chemicals. Honestly, she will do society far more good as a practice meal. I am just putting her out of everyone’s misery, including her own.
It got messy, but I extracted her breast and butt implants. Shaved her head so the bleach would not ruin her flavor. I flavored her body in a yummy butter sauce. Slow roasted her over an open flame on a bed of veggies. Even put an ear of corn in both ends as a side dish. The key is letting the sauce absorb into the skin. This can be obtained with an overnight sauté or good meat tenderizing before roasting. I like a slow roast. Sure there may be some screams as the heat consumes your meal, but ultimately it just makes the meat so much more tender and sweet.
I applied some cooking tips I learned from Rachel Ray and I pretty much turned Spam into Lamb. Even golden brown. Tender and juicy all around. A nice aroma. And seasoned to perfection. She yielded way too much meat for me alone, and I never let a meal go to waste, so I put parts in my Ninja blender. Made some protein shakes for the real meal grazing in the backyard and some diced meat for sandwiches. I so can’t wait for Thanksgiving. Want to join me for a very special meal? You can bring a special side dish and we can trade recipes!
What mischief did you get into for Halloween? As a lover of snuff movies, I decided to make one with a special friend and his daughter Amy. John and I have not gotten into any mischief in a very long time, so I called him up and said we should make an underground snuff porn together. I have been practicing with different kill methods. The best way to go undetected in a small community is to never use the same method twice when killing. My grandfather owned a funeral home, so growing up I had a morbid curiosity for embalming. I found the perfect victim for us. This teen twat bitch straight out of a Mean Girls movie. Amy had seen her a few times at the mall and told me she was a bitch no one should miss.
I love her thinking. She is me at her age. Such a dark heart. We nabbed her getting into her Daddy’s Lexus one night. Brought her back to my dungeon. It was Amy’s idea to embalm her while still alive and dress her like Snow White for Halloween. Such an evil little genius. A serial killer in the making. I am happy to be her mentor. Amy read up on Wiki How To Embalm. Everything you need to know to be a good killer is on the Internet. Amy cleaned our victim’s body. Disinfected her mouth and nose with bleach. The little bitch didn’t like the taste much. Shaved her body of all hair. Then stuck the embalming tube in her belly and flipped the switch. I sucked John’s cock while Amy rubbed her little clit watching the life drain out of a stupid little cunt no one should miss.
After our little bitch was drained of all her blood and filled up with embalming fluid, Amy put an apple in her hands and said, “Maybe Prince Charming can bring that cunt back to life.” How I love an evil little girl.
Torture sex gets me off. I’m not a vanilla girl. Ever since I was a little thing, I have been obsessed with gore snuff porn. The bloodier the better. I would watch movies like “Last House on the Left,” “Faces of Death,” and “I Spit on Your Grave,” and masturbate. No Disney films for this girl. Now, thanks to modern technology, I can watch snuff movies on my computer. I can even make them. I learn from horror movies like “Saw,” and “Hostel,” how to brutalize folks. This bitch from high school suddenly reappeared in my life. I had no use for her then, and I had no use for her now. She was in recovery and working on some silly steps. Thought she could show up unannounced and apologize for her mistreatment of me in school. I offered her a special brownie, which rendered her incapacitated for a bit. She woke up in my basement tied up. My camera was rolling, my assortment of torture devices laid out in front of her. She tried to apologize, beg for forgiveness. A little too late. I got sick of hearing her talk, so I put a chainsaw in her mouth. No one knew she was there. There has been no communication between us for a decade. She would just be another missing girl no one would look hard to find. I’m sure you know plenty of bitches who think more of themselves than anyone else does.
I let her plead for a bit; watched her cry, then I turned on the chainsaw and watched the blood spurt. I watched her face dissolve. I filmed her tortuous death. My pussy got wet hearing her scream, watching her twitch, seeing her bleed. Her sinew splattered my walls. I filmed every moment of it for instant download on my snuff porn podcast. I have quite a fan base. Folks think my movies look so real. There is a reason for that. Because they are. Who would you want to star in my next killer production?
Guys ask me all the time what may favorite type of call is. I have many that I enjoy. I am a sick bitch. But my top two are castration phone sex calls and any extreme taboo type call. Sometimes, I get to mix the two for a fucking hot time. Today one of my castration junkies wanted to regress back to a time when he was much younger. I got to be his dominant dirty mommy. All boys masturbate at a certain age, most stroke to images of their mommies. However, some cannot put their dicks down long enough to even be able to fuck anything or anyone else but their hand. My son was a chronic masturbator. When his mommy needed him to take care of her desires he could not get a hard on. I know personally, I get very pissed off if a guy can’t get it up or doesn’t understand women always cum first. So, I have no doubt that if my son, who was supposed to take care of his mommy, couldn’t get his dick hard unless his hand was attached to it, I would want to castrate him too.
After I ordered him to lick my snatch, he complained he was too tired. That was the last straw. What good are brats if they cannot service you on demand? I put him on my lap and yanked his balls right off his young hairless body. He cried. He bled. He apologized for being a bad mother fucker. I have to admit, the thought of ripping the balls right off a man or a boy, really gets my cunt wet. What kind of extreme taboo phone sex fantasies do you have? I promise you, nothing is too sick for me.
Fall is my favorite time of year for a couple reasons. First, I love Halloween. Not only do I like all things horror and scary being a Goth girl sadist, but the entire month of October is hunting season for me. Why? Because dumb bimbos find the need to dress in some sort of slutty costume for the entire month. Slutty nurses, slutty secretaries, cheerleaders, sexy bunnies or kittens… Hell girls will be a slutty nun to bring attention to their bodies. This helps me with the second reason I love this time of year so much. Thanksgiving. Fuck the pilgrims. I am all about that special dining experience. October allows me to better see the meat if you know what I mean. All those stupid bimbos walking around in slutty costumes, drinking too much, means I can find the right meal a month in advance. That gives me plenty of time to fatten her up; purify her body; work on the right recipe; and invite my fellow friends who enjoy a fine dining experience too.
The best meals are planned well in advance. With this kind of dining experience, you need the meal prepared correctly. No running to the store for a back up rump roast if you burn your girl. Ii mean meal. Now, sometimes a special accomplice hires me to make a meal out of an annoying ex or co worker. It is fun to dine on the dregs of society. At least he or she can bring some happiness to people in the end! Regardless of how the meal is selected, the preparation is what makes the meal scrumptious. Skinny sluts need fed a month of protein shakes. Most whores need the dyes out of their hair; the saline out of their tits (although I do try to nab the meals with real breasts); remove all piercings and fake nails and crap. Daily washing in a butter sauce makes the skin so tender and juicy. About a week before Thanksgiving, I start experimenting with seasonings and special sauces. I’m an excellent cook. Of course I have been schooled well and trained in the preparation process by experts. Now is the time of year for all those special meal requests. I can nab just about anyone with no difficulty between now and Halloween. I’m also looking for help with the meal preparation process. And of course folks who would like to spend Thanksgiving with me dining on a most special meal.
I love cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I have peculiar tastes, do you?