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Do Unto Others……

bloody phone sex knife playI know I should feel all jolly and shit as the holidays are approaching. Most folks are feeling good at this time of year, however, I am a bit like the Grinch. I just don’t enjoy all the false sentiment folks spew this time of year. I do, however, like the sentiment “Do unto others as they would do unto you.” And that is just what I did to this mother fucker who ripped out of my hand the last fancy Lego set I was purchasing for my friend’s brat, the only brat I like. His name is Damien too. I hate Walmart; and more than I hate Walmart, I hate Walmart shoppers. This asshole said he needed it for his brat more than I did. Even pushed me to the ground and sprinted through the store to check out.

He clearly did not know who he was fucking with. I waited for him in the parking lot, saw what car he got into then stalked him to a fucking bar and waited patiently until his drunk ass came out. Never underestimate my patience when it comes to revenge. Before he could get to his car, I greeted him with my big ass knife. Pushed him into the alley and asked if he remembered me. He did. But, “yeah you are the stupid cunt from Walmart,” was not the correct answer.  I also had my pliers and my 38 special with me. I held the knife to his neck until he was quivering and pissed his pants. I then asked him if he had ever heard of a little movie called “Marathon Man.”

Of course he had not. Stupid rude mother fucker. Well I introduced him to my favorite scene with a live reenactment. I used those pliers to pull out all his teeth. One by one, slowly, meticulously and very painfully I extracted all his teeth. I had a gun to his worthless cock and balls, a knife to his throat and suggested he be very still and make no sudden movements as my hands were not steady. His mouth was a bloody hollow mess by the time I was done. I even made him hold his own teeth and smile for me after every tooth I extracted. When I was done, I tossed his teeth in the dirty alley, and left him a bloody, pissy, crying mess.

He took something from me, I took something from him.

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Babbysitter Phone Sex: Revenge by Proxy

babysitter phone sex evil bloodyNever underestimate the power of revenge. This guy from the neighborhood I grew up in, who let’s just say took advantage of me against my will when I was little, asked me to babysit his little brat. First off,  do I look like the type you would want to watch your little ones? And two, would you even for a moment think that after a pretty heinous act committed against someone, you could even trust that person in your home, let alone with your precious spawn?  After some discussion, it was obvious he had no clue I was the little girl he violated in her home so many years ago. I agreed of course to watch his brat, because at the very least, I could have some revenge by proxy.

babysitter phone sex evil bitchI arrived at his house;  met his too perfect wife and their angelic girl. Once they left, the mayhem began.  I flipped the fuse box rendering the house dark and put creepy fucking dolls all over the house to scare the brat. My love, my accomplice, John, was in on the scare, so I could look like an innocent third party. The poor little brat was terrified of the dark. Made scaring her more fun. It started out rather juvenile. John rattling windows, shining flashlights in the house, pounding on the door excessively, moaning things “I’m gonna get you…” Made the poor thing piss her little panties.

But then I escalated things with disturbing dolls. When you are an ankle biter and seeing images of creepy dolls in your house through shadows and faint light, you shit your pants. Even more so when you think they are alive and after you. Who knew it was so fun and easy to terrorize a little one? I never saw anyone tremble and scream as much as she did. I have to admit, it made my cunt wet. Fear is such an aphrodisiac for me. I don’t believe little ones are innocent, especially not ones from the same DNA as evil pricks. Chances are good this little girl would grow up to be a self entitled prick like her daddy. I was just doing the future generation  a service by putting this cunt in her place early in life.

My original intent was just to scare the piss out of her, torment her for hours like her daddy tormented babysitter phone sex murder fantasiesme. Then my perfect accomplice suggested something more nefarious.  He made it look like he was violating me; like he was just an intruder and the brat and I were victims of chance. I came so hard on John’s cock during our rape fantasy, but I made my screams sound fearful, not joyous.  The house was pitch black and my little charge was tied up so she could not escape. She thought I was being forced. I could hear her whimpering, smell her fear. babysitter phone sex killer accompliceIntoxicating as usual. She knew she was next. I put on my strap-on and violated her tiny little holes. She had no idea I was her assailant. I roughed her up good too. I was just a tad older when her daddy violated me. I too was a virgin. Virginity is overrated. So is innocence. I fucked that little whore just like her daddy fucked me; even choked her a little bit. I wanted to leave some marks on her porcelain white skin, leave her broken and sore, leave her scared, leave her holes bloody and swollen.  Just like I had been left decades earlier. Revenge is sweet, just like his little girl use to be!!!

When I was done violating the brat. I kissed her forehead and tossed her a bag of frozen veggies just like her daddy did to me. I left her in the dark , bound and gagged for her daddy and mommy to discover when they arrived home. I was hopeful her Daddy would remember me now…

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Killer Phone Sex with Venus: Tis the Season to Be Fatal

killer play phone sex evil dominatrixWhen I was just a little girl, my parents knew something was off about me. While other girls my age were idolizing Disney princesses, I was worshiping knife wielding psychopaths. While other girls my age aspired to be nurses,  mommies or lawyers, I wanted to be a killer. Some people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. They didn’t appreciate a young thing who epitomized  the worst aspects of human nature: violence, wrath, greed, revenge…  But I had my mentors, Norman, Michael, Chucky and Patrick. They taught me killing was necessary to rid the world of bad parents, narcissistic assholes,  empty headed Barbie dolls,  and essentially anyone who annoyed me or had something that I wanted or needed.

killer phone sex knife play bitchI have honed my killing skills over the years thanks to a slew of dark, demented role models. When I first started killing it was messy, unorganized, impulsive, lacking in style.  Now, I am meticulous. I research my prey’s habits and routine. I have a plan for disposing of the body. I have rubber gloves and other tools of the trade to obscure any DNA traces that could link back to me. I’m patient and can wait for the right opportunity to kill my victim. I can savor the moment, make sure my victim knows why I selected them, toy with them for awhile. I’m a perfect mimic now too. I can kill anyone and make it look like the work of someone else. I’m actually very proud of my killing skills.

I am YOUR perfect accomplice for all your killer phone sex fantasies and realities. Yes, I prefer knife play on my victims, but variety is the spice of life, and the key to never being caught. So, I have a wide assortment  of killing tools in my arsenal: knives, guns, baseball bats, hammers, rope, blow torch, chainsaw, acid, poisons…. We can have so much fun hunting and killing while others are shopping.  We can even devise a naughty or nice list; what I call a kill list. Whose on your kill list? I  mean it is the season to be fatal.

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Not Your Girls Next Door…..

Bloody phone sex knife play tortureFew folks get me, even fewer folks are part of my inner circle. The friends you had when you were younger played with dolls and action figures. I dismembered and disfigured them. You skipped stones in your local creek. I threw stones at my class mates heads. You pushed that cute little school girl you crushed on in the swing. I pushed her off the swing and shoved her lollipop up her ass. You wanted to be a doctor when you grew up. I dreamed of being a mortician. You went to church with your family, while I worshiped in the church of Satan. You went swimming in the local pool. I held you under the water and laughed as you struggled. You listened to Britney Spears and Bare Naked Ladies. I listened to Morbid Angel and Mayhem. You played Life and Sorry, while I was conjuring up evil spirits with my Ouija board. You cried at the Notebook. I got wet at the Hostel and Saw flicks. You wanted to be the next Bill Gates. I wanted to be the next Michael Myers. You loved your family. I murdered mine. You get the picture. I was and always will be a dark bitch.

bloody phone sex evil violenceThat is why I love my job so much. I am among other dark bitches. Evil seductresses; dominate whores; blasphemous beauties; pain sluts; mutilation wenches; p mommies;  willing victims; torture dolls; mayhem maidens; castration junkies; blood lovers; cannibal cunts; violent vixens; knife wielders;  twisted teens….Girls like me cannot have an office job because we would cut a bitch at the water cooler. I am at home here with my fellow sadistic bitches. If you are reading my blogs, or on this site then you don’t like vanilla girls either. You need me or one of my fellow dark accomplices to help you come to terms with your evil thoughts; fulfill your sickest needs.

You can follow our carnage on Twitter and like our bloody triumphs on Facebook. And of course, call us for your most taboo fantasies. There is nothing too sick or perverse or extreme for us. Chances are your sickest thoughts, are tame to us. But don’t fret, we can bring out the evil in Mother Theresa.

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The Bloodier the Better

bloody phone sex torture gothWhen I was younger, instead of watching cartoons and Disney movies, I watched torture porn horror films. I didn’t want to see romantic little tales of when girl met boy. I wanted  sexy stories about when girl dismembered boy, or when girl disemboweled girl. While other girls my age were experimenting with sex and drugs, I was experimenting with knives. I’d get so turned on by the Hostel and Saw movies that I would have to go hunting. Back then, I rarely killed, just maimed and disfigured. But stalking, hunting, hurting, are just like fucking, the more you do it, the more you love it and the further you go to get off.

We all have our ultimate sexual fantasy though. For some guys it to bang hot sisters or be the star in some Girls Gone Wild movie. For some women it is to get double penetrated by two big black cocks. For me, my ultimate sexual fantasy would be to kidnap some worthless piece of trash and string him or her up above me naked. Masturbate at their fear of not knowing what I am going to do to them next. And, as I am cumming,  I slice them open as their blood and organs cascade over my body bringing me to the pinnacle of my orgasm.

Bloody phone sex, bloody sex turns me on. From stabbing and cutting to castrating and chopping to eviscerating and gutting, the bloodier the better. If you are a worthless fuck pig, then I will kill and gut you like one. If you are like me, a sick, twisted mother fucker who gets off and pain and death, then  let’s go hunting together and see what kind of trouble we can make for others.

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Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: Wheel of Death

knife play phone sex evil dominatrixJohn and I were snuggled on the couch watching American Horror Story Freakshow. We had just finished off his stupid worthless cunt of an ex girlfriend. He helped me eliminate my old school nemesis, so I owed him a kill. We get so horny when torturing and snuffing out worthless fuck pigs. John knows my affinity for knives, and as we watched my favorite TV show, he suggested we execute our next victims on a Wheel of Death like they have in American Horror Story. My cunt got wet. He told me I could make death by impalement and art form. He gets me. The thought of strapping some stupid cunt or useless bastard to the Wheel of Death while John spun them around and I threw my knive, excited the both of us.

We went to the mall and snatched up the first vacuous Barbie doll we spotted. The little teen twat had a mouth on her too, but John smacked her hard enough to knock her out. She woke up naked, on the Wheel of Death babbling some shit about her daddy and when he finds out yada yada yada. John told her we didn’t want or need her money. She was my Christmas present. I love that man.  I sharpened my knives in front of her, while John burned  her with cigarettes for fun. Her screams made my pussy twitch with excitement.

knife play phone sex snuff killerJohn started turning the wheel like he was a sadistic Vanna White and I began hurling knives. I didn’t do bad, until John started feeding me shots of Tequila. Then my aim started sucking. I hit the bitch in the femoral artery. Blood started spurting out her thigh. She was going to bleed out. I could have thrown a knife to hit her jugular vein, ending her life instantly. That would have been the humane thing to do. But neither John or I are exactly humane. Instead, we let the bitch bleed out and fucked in the pool of her blood. You ever see Hostel 2? The opening scene is wicked hot. A young girl is gutted above a hot woman who gets off as her blood pours over her body. That scene is spank material for folks like John and I. I guess some folks would think we were the freaks, getting off on blood and death. I bet if you are reading this, you get the darker desires that lurk in the minds of some. Some people don’t deserve to live. They contribute nothing to the world. And that’s why girls like me exist. That is why accomplices like the love of my life, John, exist. We aren’t afraid to get dirty. We aren’t afraid of a little blood. Or a ton of blood.

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Santa’s Evil Accomplice Venus

knife play phone sex goth bitchSo I was stupid enough to think I could run to the mall to get a pair of boots on Black Friday. I wasn’t bargain shopping or anything. I just wanted some fucking boots to go with my new goth outfit for this underground club. It was a mob scene and bitches were going crazy. I had my boots in hand, tried them on  and everything. While I was in line waiting patiently to check out, this stupid cunt stole the boots right out of my hands, while her whore friend held me so I could not chase her.

They fucked with the wrong bitch. I had my knife collection in the car, but my favorite one was in my purse. I’m not the kind of chick who lets things like that slide. I’m no doormat.  But I am no hot head either. My ability to remain calm, and exact my revenge in due time is what makes me a perfect accomplice. I don’t get caught because I am smart and patient. I let the bitch steal the shoes. I then followed the cunts around the mall until they headed to their car. I walked right up to them, held my knife to the thief’s kidney and demanded the return of my boots. When she laughed and called me Wednesday Addams, I sliced her flesh. Her friend insisted I take the boots and leave.

knife play phone butcher girlI took the boots. Thank you stupid worthless cunt for giving me what was mine in the first place. I looked around, parking lot crowded as hell, broad day light, but no one paying attention and we were near the back of the lot by a Holiday display. I knifed each of them in the gut, twisted it up, causing a slow painful bleed out. I pushed them under their car temporarily, waited till the crowds died down a bit and the blood stopped flowing. Then I dumped their lifeless bodies in a big Christmas box that was being prepared for the Holiday decor. Some Macy’s worker would get a nice surprise when he or she finished  decorating.

Perhaps not too festive of me to snuff two cunts at the start of the holiday season, but they had no manners. I’m not sorry, but if you going to be thieving bullying whores, well you going to get taken out . I guess I am Santa’s evil accomplice. If you on that naughty list, beware. I have to no tolerance for stupid worthless people. And I am always packing the kitchen cutlery in my purse.

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Bloody Thanksgiving with Venus

torture sex killer knife playEvery year for Thanksgiving my entire family gets together for dinner. I hate most of my family. Last year, I invited my friend John. He is sort of my accomplice/lover. We both share dark desires. We both like to watch people suffer, especially people we don’t like. I am the middle girl, the Jan Brady of the family. I have an older brother and a younger sister. Both pretty much suck. My sister was always a bitch to me, and my brother use to sneak in my room late at night and fuck me against my will. Both deserved to suffer. In fact I always told people I had no siblings. Now it’s true.

torture sex family fun snuffThe Texas Chainsaw Massacre is one of my favorite movies and provided inspiration for last year’s bloody Thanksgiving.  John and I slipped some roofies in everyone’s cocktails. Not enough to make them pass out, but torture sex mutilation snuffenough to make them unable to fight and somewhat incoherent. My brother the molester was the worst offender. We started with him. I went into the kitchen under the premise to get the appetizers, and came back with a chainsaw. My family was laughing. They were so high they didn’t realize I was not joking. I took that chainsaw to my brother. It was my first use of a chainsaw. Blood spurted everywhere. It was really hot. I looked at John and he had a hardon. He had some blood splatter on his face. I kissed him, tasting my brother’s blood. My brother was not dead, but he would be soon. He fell on the dining room table, bleeding out. John gutted him like a pig as he was still twitching. The plan was to cook his intestines and serve it to the family.

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My family was covered in blood. They were still laughing, thinking I was pulling some elaborate hoax on them. The next to suffer was my stupid cunt of a sister. We had special plans for her. I cornered her in the hallway, took the chainsaw to her throat. Blood gushed out all over John and I. We wanted to fuck in the pool of blood, but dinner was waiting. By this time my remaining family members were starting to get restless so John tied them to their seats while I prepared the main course. I came back out an hour later and served my sister for dinner. I had her seasoned, stuffed with dressing and covered in a yummy gravy sauce. She was sweet and tender. John got a tender breast. I had a yummy thigh. We force fed my family the rest of her. They balked at first, but once they tasted her flesh, they shut the fuck up. You see human flesh is very delectable. Among the tastiest meat anyone will ever have, if brave enough to try.

You want be at your family events and gatherings. I am a twisted sick bitch not afraid to act on all your dark fantasies.  Family is overrated. We choose our real family. Like I chose John. 

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Home Invasion Phone Sex with Venus: Your Evil Accomplice

home invasion phone sex knife play tortureI’m a sadistic bitch. I am unapologetic about that. The world is over populated by sweet, boring vanilla chicks.  I’m not the girl you date, I’m the girl you plot revenge with; the girl you stalk and kill with. I’m your evil sexy accomplice. An old friend of mine recently reached out to me for some help  with her philandering husband. My reputation as a sick bitch is common amongst certain crowds.  We devised a genius home invasion plan that would result in revenge with no culpability on her.

I broke into their home late at night. Walked right into the bedroom yielding my big ass knife. Told them to get the fuck out of bed. Of course he offered me money and the jewelry to leave. I wanted jewels that was for sure, but the family kind. I had his wife, my secret accomplice, tie him up, while I tied her up. I played cat and mouse games with them for awhile before I got to my nefarious intentions.  I untied my girlfriend and “forced” her to untie her husband and put him on the bed, where I tied him spread eagle. The fear in his eyes was intoxicating. I told him I heard a rumor that he has a little trouble keeping his pecker in his pants. “Is that true?” I inquired while I held the knife under his worthless balls. He looked at his wife and tried to lie. I pushed the knife harder under his testicles, drawing blood and he sang like a canary.

home invasion phone sex castration bitchI informed him that cheating was a sin and I was an old school Bible thumper; a believer in an eye for an eye. I was prepared to cut them clear off right then and there as planned, but I gave the knife to his wife.  I then pulled out my pretty little pistol and held it to her head. I explained it was simple. Take your husband’s worthless balls and you both live. She started crying. Crocodile tears I’m sure, but nice touch. He begged and pleaded to keep his worthless nuggets. I started Russian Roulette with my pistol. He had no clue the gun was empty, neither did she. It added to the realism of her fear, made our game more fun; well for me at least.

castration phone sex home invasionAfter 3 rounds of nail biting Russian Roulette, my pal looked at her husband, apologized and cut his balls clear off. There was a lot more blood than I imagined. A lot more screams and tears too. Blood, tears, screams…total turn ons for me.  I made her put his balls in a plastic baggie. Told her she should keep them as a reminder of her pathetic excuse for a husband’s infidelity. I kissed him on the forehead. Told him to keep it in his pants or he would lose his pecker the next time.  Told her she should get him some medical attention fast. Some folks see me as a sick bitch. I see myself as a helper. I assist folks in making better decisions in the future.

Perhaps I can help you with wiser choices. Perhaps I can help you get revenge. Perhaps I can punish you. I am the accomplice of your nightmares.

Cyber Stalking Our Victims

taboo phone sex goth girlDid you know we offer cyber text sessions? Same rate as our phone calls, and just as discreet. Some times when you are my accomplice, texting is easier and less noticeable when stalking. Like when you spot the bitch that made my life hell in school and you stalk her for me. We can cyber text back and forth as you follow the worthless whore at the mall. We can exchange ways to hurt her, plot ways to get rid of her body. And the best part, you can send me pictures of what you have done to her. I want to see her bound and gagged for me. I want to see the fear in her eyes. I want to see tears in her cheeks. I may even want to see her corpse to masturbate too,

Then once you have the bitch in the trunk of your car, we can text where to meet. Devise an elaborate plan for revenge. I will want your help, your input on how to snuff her. I get off on the bloody, graphic details of mutilation and torture. I know you do too.

bloody phone sex taboo snuffBefore long we are sexting because revenge, killing, torture turns us both on. I get wet thinking of that bitch suffering in pain, crying, begging for mercy. You get hard helping me kill the bitch I hate most in this world. We can have so much deviant fun texting back and forth. I am wet now with anticipation of stalking our next victim via cyber text sessions. Let’s cyber stalk and kill together.

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