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Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Black Magic Woman

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex, I enjoy. I am not religious. Honestly, I do not believe in God. How can I believe in something I cannot see or experience. But I dabble in the dark arts. More witchcraft than Satanism. Little spells and hexes here and there. I have a friend who works in a black magic store down in New Orleans. She has taught me a lot about how to navigate that realm most of us do not believe in, but just in case, we still avoid.

She visited me this week and cast a spell on this loser who would not stop harassing me at my favorite Goth bar. Not that I date a lot of men, but I don’t do boring vanilla men. Guys need to be Goth or Steampunk to get my attention. Vanilla white boys, hard pass for me.

My friend, Sienna, got some of his hair, and tied it around this little voodoo doll and controlled him. If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. She told me I could do snuff porn remotely, but I like to experience the killing and torture firsthand. But being a puppet master to some loser does sound appealing.

I Guess You Can Call Me a Black Magic Woman

Although I do not believe in God, I think I believe in Satan because black magic falls under his purview. And she manipulated this little prick with a single strand of his hair and some magic dust. If that is not black magic at work, I do not know what is. She made him show off his little dick to everyone in the bar. We all laughed. She even made him dance and chug a lot of beer.

My mind worked overtime thinking of all the things I could do to this loser. I dug my key into the little doll’s crotch and watched him fall to the ground writhing in pain. So, I tossed the doll on the floor and dug my heel into the crotch and that boring vanilla boy became more interesting as he screamed in pain. I told Seinna I need to learn how to create a doll like this because there are plenty of losers I want to destroy and women too.

I wanted to test the power of this voodoo doll, so I put it in my panties and sat on it. Sort of like a suffocation phone sex call where I smother a man to death with my pussy and ass. But this was live. Sienna and I watched as he struggled to breathe. The bartender called 911 but when EMTs arrived it appeared too late. It will be a mystery how he died. I am sure of that. Because no one believes in black magic, right? But I do. And now I know how to use it too.

Killer Phone Sex Gene Makes Some Women Natural Born Killers

killer phone sexI possess the killer phone sex gene. Do you? A psychologist would have a field day with me. Although I am sure I meet a lot of the psychopathic characteristics in the DSM, I do not meet them all. Which can make me seem so normal. For example, I show mercy and empathy. Perhaps, not to men and sluts, but I would never harm an animal. And some women I spare because I see potential in them. Or I just despise the man who hired me to kill the woman that much.

Although I have not spared many lives, I have flipped the tables on a few tools. Clark hired me to kill a teen girl. Well, he hired me to kidnap a girl he knows so he could explore his rape fantasies with her. And he wanted to snuff her out afterwards. I wanted the job. Money makes the world go around, right?

But I experienced a crisis of my consciousness that would perplex a psychologist. So, I flipped the scene. The girl I kidnapped became my accomplice. She showed great potential for mayhem and bloodshed. Like a mini me. However, my accomplice appeared brain dead and misogynistic. Men like him overpopulate the world. However, Goth girls like me seem harder to find.

Sometimes I See More Potential in a Victim Than I Do My Accomplice

My client hired me to kidnap his Goth niece because he thinks she is a freak of nature and he wanted to fuck her and snuff her afterwards. Since I did not enjoy his views on Goth babes, I decided to save the girl and turn her into my Goth accomplice phone sex partner. And you should have seen how she rolled with her second chance in life.

I gave her my big knife. And instead of charging him with a jab to the gut or a jugular vein, she stabbed him in the groin. And when he went down, she pulled his cock out of his pants and stabbed it until it looked like minced meat. She made a bloody massacre of his cock. Just like I would have done too. Her instincts for torture and pain over a quick death endeared her to me.

I sat back and watched as the victim became the victor in this fight for life. All covered in blood from the frenzied mutilation of her uncle’s junk, she looked at me, smiled and told me, “That felt good.” Yep, a natural born killer this one. How could I kill her? I helped her finish her uncle with a quick lesson on major arteries and torture sex. Then we fed him to the wildlife. Finally, I have another mini me to train. Although it is true that I hate most teens, this one appeared the exception to the rule. And I will make good use of her.

Snuff Sex is the Only Kind of Sex for Me

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex for me. Sure, I enjoy fucking. But I do not enjoy cuddling or baby talk or any of that relationship bullshit. I use men as I see fit. And when they do not follow my rules, I kill them. You could make me cum like a porn star or have a huge cock, but I will kill you if you try to spoon me or talk like a man in love. The only thing in this world that I love is a good kill.

Although Troy showed a lot of promise, he quickly violated my rules. We met on the dark net. I helped him kill a bitch. A young schoolgirl he fucked. She did not look at it the same way he did, and she tried to blackmail him. So, I told him how to get rid of her. And that bonded us. He enjoyed turning her into a snuff porn doll. He showed me pictures and videos he took of her dying too.

So, when he suggested we meet, I thought he could be an excellent accomplice. But he disappointed me, and I killed him. I think he wanted a girlfriend more than an accomplice, and I am not that girl. Having a devious and soulless accomplice is all I want. However, men love an elusive Goth chick. Even when I am clear about what I want, they still ignore my boundaries. So, the way I see it, Troy had a death wish. Or why else would he disregard my rules.

I Can Just Kill a Man for Shits and Giggles

He did not put up much of a fight when I castrated him. And I enjoyed severing the balls of a man I just fucked. His testicles glistened with my cunt juice. I tossed them into the woods as a treat for the animals. Then I dissected his body like he was a lab frog in a high school biology class. He bled everywhere and screamed in pain as I removed his organs one by one. Organ meat contains iron and protein. I saved his heart for last. And I ate it while it still beat.

Troy’s last image was of me eating his heart and laughing at his painful, torture sex death. Some men will just never understand me. So, I take that as disrespect to women, and I will not stand for it. Listen to me. Respect my boundaries. Hunt and kill with me. Or lose your life.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Because I Don’t Leave a Trace

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex might not be your cup of tea. So, if it is not, move along. But I am a sick bitch with lots of taboo predilections. The way I view cannibalism is that it is better to eat the body you just killed than to get caught. I am simply a conservationist who believes in disposing of any harmful or toxic waste in a manner that does not disrupt nature’s ecological process.

Plus, have you seen the cost of groceries lately? However, poor losers can provide me with several months’ worth of meat. What you cannot do for me while you are alive, you can do for me in death. Make yourself useful to a snuff porn Goth goddess. Let me kill you and eat you.

In a way I am like a Praying Mantis. I bite the head off my playmates. Although I do not need sex in the conventional way most folks do. I do use my Goth appeal to lure guys when I am starting to run low on man meat. I let Xander worship my body first. He ate my pussy. And he licked my ass, but instead of fucking him or even sucking his cock, I bit it off and drank his blood like a vampire.

I am a Praying Mantis of Sorts. After Mating I Bite Your Head Off or Maybe Your Dick

His testicles I bit off next. I know he thought we would fuck, but I was hungry. So, I left bites and cuts all over his skin to exsanguinate him. A body drained of blood just cooks better. I shoved a stick so far up his ass that it came out the other end. Plopped him over an open flame and slow cooked him for hours to get that tender meat.

He can take solace in the fact that he will feed me for months. Most men can serve me better in their death than they can alive. I am not the GFE kind of woman. More like sadistic phone sex kind of woman. I ate some of Xander last night after he cooked for hours. And I must say that I will enjoy feasting on his flesh. And no doubt, the wild animals that live in the woods behind my kill shack will enjoy his bones.

Torture Sex Revenge Showed James What Happens to Traitors

torture sexTorture sex kind of days are my kind of days. As a cruel mistress, my subjects should know to never double cross me. And James double crossed me. I have a side business running drugs. And he thought I would never miss $100,000 and three kilos of coke. When my goon squad discovered him holed up in some dingy no tell motel on the outskirts of town, I knew I would get my revenge. Plus, I knew I had to make an example out of him. Show my employees what happens to snakes who betray me.

I woke him up from a deep sleep with my steel blade pressed against his jugular. “Wake-up,” I purred in his ear. I do believe he woke up like he saw a ghost. Well he sort of did. He saw the sadistic phone sex bitch he betrayed. My goons dragged him out of his bed and duct taped him to a chair. Although he screamed and fought, I paid off the motel clerk the same amount James stole from me. As he babbled about being loyal and just messing up once, I tied his ankles and arms with barbed wire. I even pulled out his worthless pecker and tied it up too.

No One Betrays Me and Lives to Do it Again

James fucked with the wrong bitch. As he struggled, I watched in glee as the wire cut through his flesh. However, I had only just begun. I gave him no mercy. In fact, I streamed our little revenge session so my other employees would know you don’t steal from me. I carved thief into his flesh and watched the blood trickle down. James just kept on pleading. But I needed him to suffer. A quick death would be no fun. Although he kept pleading for forgiveness, his pleas fell on deaf ears. A little too late. He only felt sorry that I caught him.

I got out a baseball bat and hobbled him. Broke his ankles and busted his kneecaps. Oh, how I love the sound of bones crushing. Erotic as fuck to me. I put a castration band around his thieving testicles too. While his thieving balls turned blue, I broke each finger with a nutcracker. Although he trashed about in pain, I decided to let him loose. Not like he could run from me. He tried to stand up but fell to the ground with a thud.sadistic phone sex

While he laid on the floor like the broken man he was, I hogtied him. His limbs looked limp like a ragdoll’s limbs because I broke them. My live stream turned into a snuff porn. While hog tied, I carved him up even more. His blood stained the sheets on the bed, and likely the mattress too. But I did not care. Before long, the motel room would be like a horror movie set. A very bloody one. I broke out my chainsaw and took off his arms. But I basked in the blood that sprayed from his arms.

Those Who Betray Me Go Feet First into the Woodchipper

He continued to plea for mercy. And he insisted it was not too late to take him to the hospital. But it was. He did not yet grasp the fact that he would not live. Although I used a tourniquet to slow the blood loss, that was only to prolong his agony. I placed a plastic bag over his traitor head and left a small hole so he could barely breathe. While I laughed at his battered, bloody, broken body, my goon squad brought the woodchipper in.

I disposed of his body. He went in the woodchipper broken feet first. James’ last image was of me covered in his blood and sinew. I think now he understood what happens to traitors. Let his death be a lesson to you. Never betray me.

Snuff Phone Sex Babes Enjoy Killing Bitches

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex babes you do not encounter often. I am sure you married some vanilla babe who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well, never would I. But I would hurt a human. And I have many times. Although a shrink diagnosed me with an anti-social personality disorder when I was a schoolgirl, that shrink did not know half of it. I had already killed a girl in high school. My first kill too. I am a lot more than just a girl who does not play well with others.

I may not kill or even wound an animal, but I will snuff a person without a second thought. That’s because I have the killer phone sex gene. My grandfather was a sadist like me, and he helped hone my natural killer instincts. So, I stand before you now as just a girl with a passion for killing. You can either join me on a kill or be killed. Your choice.

I forced Mike to choose last night. Did he want to be my victim or my accomplice. And he chose the latter. Smart man. We met at an underground club. And we both had an immediate dislike for the same girl. She spilled a drink on me. And instead of apologizing, she went mean girl on me. But when it comes to mean girls, she was way out of her league. As for Mike, she laughed at him when he asked her to dance. She could have politely declined him, but instead she hurled insults at him.

My Passion for Killing Is Sometimes Shared

The bitch had to die. I spiked her drink while Mike distracted her again. He took one for the team because she humiliated him a second time, while I drugged her drink. Before long, Mike and I dumped her body in my trunk and drove her to my kill shack. When she woke up, she discovered we tied her up and she was not in the club anymore. Stupid cunt could not keep her mouth shut, so I shoved her panties in her mouth and put a bull gag in her mouth too.

However, Mike explored his rape phone sex fantasies before we killed her. I watched as he forced his cock in her cunt and asshole. Although Mike had never killed or force fucked a woman before, he agreed this cock teasing bitch needed to die. I gave him my knife and he plunged it into her flesh 37 times. I counted. Her blood splattered all over us. He appeared to enjoy killing her. We fed her corpse to the wildlife and cleaned up my kill shack. Another bitch bites the dust. And another killer is born.

Evil Phone Sex Bitches Cost You Money, But We are Worth It

evil phone sexAs an evil phone sex bitch, I want my phone sex calls to be brutal. You can be my accomplice or my victim. But try to dominate me, I promise you that you will not enjoy the call. Unless that is your plan all long. I understand some men struggle to say what they want. So, they try to bait me into giving them what they are afraid to utter out loud.

This phenomenon happens in my real life too. My presence on the dark net is known well. I have a mercenary profile that gets a lot of traffic. Most guys bullshit me. Like they do not believe I am a human and think I am some bot. Not many female mercenaries in the world. Plus, many guys cannot afford my fees. If you have murder phone sex fantasies you want acted on, you need to shell out big bucks for such a thing.

Evil Bitches Like Me Do Not Kill You or Someone You Know for Free

I am not some drug addicted 20 something who will whack your wife for a few hundred dollars or the promise of some life insurance money. I am a skilled killer. And a skilled killer does not come cheap.  Why? Because we take all the risk for you to have all the fun. You get the benefit of a mercenary’s knowledge and skill. Folks like me kill for profit, so we need to be careful we never get caught.

However, I kill for fun too. Sometimes, I kill men who hired me because they revel themselves to me as being too stupid to breathe. Jeff, I had to kill because he became too wishy washy. He wanted his ex-wife killed out of jealously. No problem. I never care the reason if you pay me. But do not give me money then get cold fucking feet. I will not risk getting caught because you cannot follow through on the job you paid me to do. I took his money and made him bear food because I am a sadistic phone sex bitch.

Snuff Porn and Cuddling Results in Your Death Cuz I’m Not Your Girlfriend

snuff pornHe asked me if I wanted to watch snuff porn and cuddle. So, I killed him. It was the cuddle part that made me reactive. The thought of spooning a human being makes me angry. It is no secret that I am a loner and a sick bitch. Never felt the need for romance or coupling. Not my style. Even when I think I meet someone who gets me, they ruin it eventually.

Dave and I had a nice run. We hunted and killed some girls together. He started off as a client. He hired me to kill his stepdaughter who he knocked up. Although most of my clients seem too squeamish to do the killing themselves, David had no problem grabbing a knife and helping me. I gave him a taste for bloody torture sex, and he wanted more. Although I am a loner, I do enjoy killing girls with an accomplice. However, men, I kill all by myself because what I do to a man’s junk leaves most men too sick to participate. Sympathy pains I think, LOL.

Men Do Not Heed My Warnings and End Up Dead and That’s on Them

But David assisted me killing 8 girls. We made several snuff flicks together. Things seemed like they were going well. Then last night after the Super Bowl, he popped in a snuff flick and got romantic. So fucking disappointing. Since I keep a knife always strapped to my body, it was like a knee jerk reaction. He put his arms around me and whispered sweet nothings about falling in love with me.  Like a cat with a furball stuck in its throat, I gagged a bit then stabbed him in the gut.

Fuck. He ruined my couch. And it really went with the rug. Now my favorite couch needed to be burned to get rid of the DNA. Although I do not think he had anyone in his life who would notice he was gone but me, I still burned the couch along with him. Hey, I warned him like I warn all men. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch, not your girlfriend.

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Should Be Harnessed

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex tendencies. When I was a schoolgirl, some shrink diagnosed me as clinically psychotic. My parents worried about me. I was a quiet girl. A Goth girl too. No friends but my grandpa. But I did not need any friends but him. He saw potential in me. He saw me in him. Perhaps the serial killer gene skips a generation. My youth mirrored that of the fictional character Dexter. However, I never spent time locked in a storage shed with my mother’s dead body.

My grandpa taught me how to kill. As a schoolgirl I acted impulsively. Like the time I killed my bully when she followed me home and began taunting me. To this day, she is still listed as a missing person. That’s because my grandpa covered up her death for me over 20 years ago. He carried her dead body to our farm, put her in a wood chipper and used her evil ground up bits as hog feed. I am a killer phone sex bitch because of my grandpa.

My Grandpa Turned Me Into a Stone Cold Killer

I miss him. He made me the smart killer I am today. He too learned to harness his psychotic nature. When I was little, he ran a prison, and often tortured death row inmates as a way of getting out his anger and tending to his violent needs. Eventually the state shut down his prison, and he retired. But he did not stop killing and torturing people. He helped me with my hit list. I had a long list of school bullies and teachers I wanted to hurt. And he helped me kill and torture them all.

In the process, he taught me how to kill smartly. And he shared with me key principles I carry with me today, like do not kill folks with a connection to you. Find a surrogate. Do not kill in your own back yard, which means never bring a victim back to your place or kill someone in your neighborhood. Find a place not connected to you to kill, like my kill shack in the woods.

Grandpa was my first accomplice phone sex partner. The only one worth a damn in my life. So, now, I am looking for a new hunting buddy. Some one I can mentor just like my grandpa did for me. Is that you?