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Sometimes I Need Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sex

When you live a life like mine, you need to get out of your head every now and then or else the torment will eat you alive, so a little fantasy phone sex is just the escape I need for some slight refuge from my own rotten little world.  I need a bit of whimsy in my life so I let men take on delightful trips from time to time just to try to wipe my mind of some of my most dastardly deeds.

The other day, I went on a lovely winter walk in the woods with a handsome hiker.  He might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, no one has ever treated me with the kindness and compassion that he does.  I usually don’t get mixed up with regular relationshipy date bullshit, love isn’t a luxury people like me get to have.  The way he spoke to me with genuine regard and looked at me with the kindest eyes, I just couldn’t resist him.  Against my better judgment, I let him take me out on a day date.  

I needed it, I’ve been going a little crazy with the fuckpig kidnapping and killing lately.  A calm and relaxing walk in the woods with a truly delightful man is just what the doctor ordered.  We strolled along aimlessly and chatted about whatever came to mind.  He really likes movies, just like me, so the majority of our small talk was cinema based, which was fine.  Just fine.  It worked to keep my mind off of all the blood I’ve spilled and lives I’ve utterly destroyed over the years… for a little while.

After a couple of hours, my mind got the better of me.  Eventually, he would find out.  This amazing man who wants nothing more than my attention and company would run as fast and far away from me as he could if he found out who I really am.  I tried to keep my mind on our conversations, but I couldn’t help myself.  Instead of kind eyes, I started seeing his face covered in blood and muck and in lieu of the soft heavenly sounds of an earthbound angel, his voice transformed into the gags and gurgles of a whorehog bleeding out from a slit throat.  So I did the only thing I could in the moment and started making out with him.

He was a great kisser but I couldn’t help but to picture myself biting off his tongue, so I got down on my knees and started blowing him.  That was fine, I love having cock in my mouth.  It’s very relaxing and puts me in sort of a trancelike state.  After a few minutes, he popped his prick out of my mouth and went down on me right there on the forest floor.  It felt so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop him but I did because all I Imagined was a decapitated head in my hands, swollen tongue protruding out of its smelly mouth lapping away at my labia.  When he quickly got on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt, I realized I had enough.

He wouldn’t stop, though.  As nice of a man as he was, he wouldn’t listen to me when I asked him to quit.  I gave him more chances than I have ever given anyone to control himself and cool off a little, but he couldn’t.  So I did it for him.  A stiletto switchblade stuck right in the ribs finished with a hard twist will stop anyone, I don’t care what the movies tell us.  He rolled off of me right away and balled up in the fetal position on the ground, screaming like the fuck pig he was.  I didn’t let him suffer, I got right on him and slit his throat wide open, an even cleaner cut than I saw in my vision.

I didn’t wait for him to die, I left him there all by himself to bleed out in the bushes.  I stood up and simply continued my walk in the woods, sans accompaniment.  That’s what I really needed anyway, I should’ve known better.  I’m not meant to have a love like that in my life, my violent phone sex world just won’t allow it.  The trees helped me clear my head, I really enjoyed my day.  I’m not really sorry for how I handled things but I’ll be keeping the nice man in mind next time I feel a little weak willed.  Lesson learned.  I wear a crown of filth, not a crown of light.  I’ll never forget that again.

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Home Theater

Gangbang rape porn

My most prized pieces of pornography are my old 32mm reels of homemade gangbang rape porn.  I’ll never sell them to anyone for any amount of money, they’re priceless to me.  If you want to see them, you’ll have to come by my place and watch them with me, otherwise you can fuck off.  These things are gash slashing gold, there’s nothing like them out on the internet today, except for maybe the black market on the dark web.  My classic, torture and blood filled fuck flicks are one of a kind and I’ll never get rid of them no matter what.

If you just want to see some butt slut get slapped around by a bunch of assholes or jack off to a fine little fuck pig getting pummeled by a pack of fat guys with huge cocks then I’ll just direct you to any number of the free hardcore porn sites.  You can see a pussy vessel do just about anything you want without paying a penny on the web, you don’t need, and probably can’t handle, my harrowing fuck flicks.  These kidnapped bitches aren’t acting and neither are the men that are fucking the life out of them.

Unscripted screaming, impromptu multiple penetrations, flayed flesh on the fly and gallons and gallons of blood.  If that’s what you want to beat your meat to then we’ll set up a time for you to swing by and check out my shit.  I’ve been wanting to get my projector out anyway, we can make a night of it.  Just a warning; some of these sluts aren’t alive at the end of the flick.  Hell some of them bleed out halfway through it and you get to see a bunch of guys have sex with dead bodies for a while then fill those fuckable corpses full of cum.  Don’t ask me if you can “just buy one” when we’re done, I’m not selling you a goddamned thing except a ghoulishly good time.  Sound agreeable to you?  Just remember to bring cash, I don’t operate a free porn theater, friend-o.  And I hope you aren’t expecting any popcorn, this isn’t that kind of show. 

 

I Make Blasphemy Sex Happen

Blasphemy sex

Nothing satisfies my scarred soul more than making a man of the cloth go against his vow of celibacy and have some sleazy blasphemy sex with a naughty nun!  Those pretentiously pious closeted freaks want to get down and dirty just like the rest of us so I do my part and instigate as much insipidly immoral faith testing fucking as I can to help them be the complete humans we all yearn to be.

It takes a couple of months to infiltrate any church and get in with the priest to the point that he trusts you.  You’d be amazed what you can do with a fake habit and a falsely devout attitude to match.  After a little bit of humbling myself before them, I earn the trust of every last god fearing follower of Christ’s teachings in the church.  That’s when I start to mix shit up.

Planting sexy seeds of seduction is my specialty.  You can’t be overtly sexual and blunt with anyone in the church, you have to be tricky with your words, plant subliminal messages that tickle the deep carnal desires that they’ve been forced to suppress for years.  There’s a glimmer people get in their eyes when they get turned on, a certain kind of shine.  I just wait for their subconscious selves to process the dirty codes I planted in them and watch for that look in their pupils, then I strike.

The next step… Drugs.  Fuck yeah.  Spike their drinks with a little molly, wait for the shit to kick in then I show a little skin.  Priests can never look away from a bare body part anyway, even more so when they’re all drugged up.  Bust out a camera and that prayer leading pervert will be taking pictures of his nuns in no time.  It doesn’t take long for the poses to get more and more sordid and sleazy.  Eventually, blasphemous boudoir pic taking turns into full on priestly fuck pig cock pleasing and nasty hairy nun hole stretching and boom, we have a successful sacrilegious sex down.

That’s when I take the camera and shoot some crazy, christ loving, cunt pounding pics of my own.  I always wait for at least one nun to get blasted with a juicy cum shot but I dip out of the place before they’re done.  Easier to slip out that way.  After I print out the pictures, I have all of the blackmail fuel I need and can make anyone in the church do whatever I want them to do.  I’ve even made an archbishop torture and kill some of the bound fuckpigs in my basement while I filmed it, people pay big money for snuff porn starring a cunt crushing cleric.

 

The Teen Phone Sex Slasher!

Teen phone sex

I spent New Year’s Eve making a couple of pretty, young fuck pigs’ scariest teen phone sex fears into a brutal reality.  What, did you think I’d spend the night imbibing with a bunch of dumbasses that do nothing more with their idiotic little lives than find reasons to convene and get shit faced?  Do you even know me?  First off, I drink alone.  Second, go fuck yourself.

I have a client who hates his stepdaughter and has wanted to teach her a lesson for as long as he’s been a patron of my sick services.  Last week, he was torturing one of the pieces of kidnapped fuck meat I keep in my basement and mentioned that he was taking his woman out on the town while his wifey’s little bitch was having her best friend over to watch scary movies for New Year’s.  The idea hit me instantly; they needed a real life slasher to terrorize them and I knew exactly how to do it.

Creepy skull mask, black cloak, big fucking hunting knife.  Obviously I had access to the house so I didn’t worry about how I was going to gain entry at all.  My inside man told me I could hide comfortably in the basement, the little bitch never goes down there because she’s afraid of it.  That’s exactly what I did.  Lingered in the lowest level of the dwelling and listened to them do their stupid standard teen girl stuff while I snooped around and waited for the right moment to strike.  

I couldn’t have planned it better, they were watching some old “cut ‘em up at camp” movie when I slowly crept up behind them and waited for a really tense moment.  Just before the screen scream queenie got grabbed, I snatched one of the little sluts by the foot and, in the matter of just a couple of seconds, dragged her into the darkness behind the couch.  Honestly, I had no idea which one of them I had, it didn’t really matter at that point.  The one in front of the TV had no clue what had just happened and didn’t even start panicking until she heard her friend scream.  

He just wanted me to scare his stepdaughter, he didn’t want her to die.  I’m happy to report that I controlled myself and she is alive.  Beaten, sliced, stabbed, tortured and anally penetrated, yes.  But alive.  Her friend, not so much.  She shouldn’t have run and tried to get away from me, all that did was get my adrenaline going and once that happens, all bets are off.  What can I say?  Don’t hire a killer to do your dirty work if you don’t want killer phone sex, Guy.

 

Follow My Snuff Sex Plan or Else

Snuff sex

When I’m providing the snuff sex fuck pigs for some deranged degenerate to dick down, I have to be the one who decides how the distressed damsels are dispatched.  Not because of my lust for blood or for anything overly psychotic, I just know how to kill a bitch without making too much noise, plain and simple.  I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves and when you mix murder with fucking, guys tend to forget about the world around them and go a little nuts.  You can’t trust that kind of energy to make sound decisions and I can’t have some idiot blowing my cover no matter how much he pays me for my sexy slaughter services.  I got a good thing going, here, I won’t let anyone fuck it up.

Case in point; this fucking guy.  He’s been renting my rotten little wretches to use and abuse for about a year or so, usually just sticks to typical torture and beating my kidnapped beauties up with his bare hands.  I was a little surprised when he asked for some sluts that he could slay while he smashed, but dark desires usually escalate in these guys, that’s just how perversions go.  He’s a pretty good client, usually follows my commands to the T, so I didn’t think that this jump would be too much for him.  I was wrong.

The plan wasn’t hard to understand, it was going to be a simple two girl motel strangulation.  He even told me he was excited to see the life in their eyes fade out as his hands squeezed tighter and tighter around their throats and their holes squeezed tighter and tighter on his rock hard prick.  I had them slightly sedated and partially stripped down just as planned.  He was supposed to slap them around and scratch them up or whatever before ripping their undies off and having his way with their incapacitated cunts and unaware assholes.  He said he was going to make sure he came as they were gasping for air and their eyes bulged out of their sockets, those were his exact words.  Nope.

He beat on them and shredded their bra and panties right off of them just as planned.  He pulled out his dick and, right before jamming it inside of one of those unconscious cum sluts, he pulled out a pistol and shot them both in the head.  POW-POW!  It happened so quickly, I didn’t even have time to react.  In the moment, all I could do was gather my things and split, self preservation kicked in and took over.  I ran out of the room as he was going to town on the bloody blonde, hunks of her brain slowly oozing down the headboard.  

It didn’t take long for me to compose myself, there’s no way I’ll ever be tied to it.  I was really mad at myself for not seeing it in the guy for a while, but I’m over it.  I put him on my long list of losers who deserve to die and his time will come soon enough.  No one fucks up my world like that and lives to revel in it.  If you want to have sex with dead bodies then I’ll provide you with every ounce of fuck pig flesh you need to get your rocks off, easy-peasy.  You better follow my murderous plan though, Pally.  I don’t enjoy running, it makes me mad.

 

No Place Like Someone Else’s Home for the Holidays

Home invasion phone sex

There’s nothing like home invasion phone sex for the holidays!  I like Christmas just as much as the next brainwashed consumer, but do you really think I’m going to spend all of my time and money decorating and and doing my place up for the season?  Of course I’m not but I don’t want to deny myself cheer and merriment and all of that bullshit.  That’s why, every December, I find a fun little family to hold hostage and use to create the Christmas that I’ve always wanted, the Christmas I never had.

It’s never hard to get into a place, I just use my door to door hunting tactic.  I go from house to house early in the month under the guise of giving out free advent calendars to families in the area.  I don’t mess with the ones who simply take the calendars graciously and send me on my way.  Their reward for being both nice and cautious is their lives, though they’ll probably never realize that they had won anything other than a festive box full of chocolates.  The first bunch of suckers to ask me if I’d like to come in out of the cold and drink hot cocoa with them, they’re my mark.  Nice, maybe, but not very smart.  Not very smart, at all.

When you go into an unfamiliar dwelling and the inhabitants are right in front of you, you have to be very inconspicuous with how you case the place.  I’m always sure that everyone in the family is present before I let myself loose, I don’t want any surprise brothers or sisters popping up mere hours into my plan and ruining everything.  A quick glance at the family photos hanging on the walls does it.  Once everyone has gathered and we’re enjoying one another’s company over hot cups of chocolatey goodness, I let them all know that I have more to give them than advent calendars.  Indeed, I have some really bad things in store for them for the holidays.

Mom and Dad will always react in one of two ways when I tell them I’m there to make sure their Christmas is hell, scoff or laugh.  Both responses are met with a ball peen hammer to the hand so they know I’m serious.  Everyone will scream, some of them will try to run.  To get quick control, I wrap Dad up in a choke hold, whip out my straight razor and tell everyone I’ll slit his throat if they move one more muscle or let out the tiniest of peeps.  Show the family that Dad is powerless against you and they’re all yours.

I have the offspring bind their parents, without variation.  I force the boy or boys to perform fellatio on their father and jack off all over their mother’s face while the girl or girls and I watch.  For days, the parents, bound the entire time, get violated and penetrated by their sons while the daughters and I watch.  After a week or so, through our many talks and shared observations, the girls start to understand my reasoning behind creating the ultimate suffering in their parents.  Stockholm syndrome at its finest.  A couple of weeks into the holiday hostage situation and they’re barking out orders and torturing their parents just like I would.  Even give their brothers some heavy handed treatment without any suggestion on my part.  It’s kind of crazy how it always works out in the same manner, as though I’ve tapped into some psychological nerve of fucked up families that lets me play them all like puppets.  That’s the best Christmas present I could ever get. 

Of course I have to off the whole clan when I’m done.  I like to do it by the new year, start the next one out fresh, but sometimes I have a little too much fun with my holiday families and stick around well into January.  The sister I befriended this year is crazy as hell, she’s going to kill her mom before Christmas even gets here if I don’t cool her out a little.  I guess worse things could happen, but I want her to be around to get her big present… watching her very own dear little ones tear their father to pieces as he screams and cries and begs for mercy.

 

Can You Trust The Cum Loving Babysitter?

Babysitter phone sex

What makes you think that you can trust the babysitter phone sex whore you hired?  Did she come with lots of references that you contacted or did you just hire her on the spot simply because she’s a hot piece of ass?  You know I know the answer to that question.  I gave you fake names and numbers, there’s no way you did your due diligence when you hired me.  Why would you entrust your most prized possessions in the world with a complete and total stranger?  Not smart, Mister.

I can’t tell you how many parents have irresponsibly let me into their homes and hired me to care for their crotch goblins.  I’ve been duping dumbass moms and dads for years, I know how to seduce any man or woman into trusting me.  It’s not my fault neither of you called any of my non-existent former employers to research my fabricated work history.  Was it my pouty lips and come fuck me eyes that did it?  It’s okay, no one can resist my feminine wiles, even other females.  It’s how I get away with a lot of shit, actually.

Remember the first night I came over to babysit your brood and you and your wife came home super drunk?  She went into the bedroom and passed out and I jerked you off in the living room while your little ones slept on the floor and couch around us.  Remember that?  That’s when I knew I could do whatever I wanted with you and you’d never say a word.  Well, guess what.  That very night, after you fell asleep right there where I made you blow your load, I went into your bedroom and ate your wife’s creamy cunt until she came all over my face.  Bet you didn’t know that.  Eating her box better than you ever could put her in my pocket, too.  I’ve played the both of you like a fiddle this entire time.

Now, is it my fault that you two fuck pigs came home from a drunken night out to find that the your sweet little son and darling daughter are nowhere to be found?  Where’s the dangerously beautiful babysitter who, in retrospect, you know nothing about?  Who the hell was this “Tiffany” and who did she say she worked for, again?  What will you tell the police?  Are you going to mention all of the times we fucked in secret to them so they can put it in their reports?  Lucky for you, your tots are just gone, though you’ll never track them down.  You could’ve come home to find them in a cold and grimy heap on the blood soaked floor.  Good luck getting that image out of your head.  I did you a favor and, hopefully, taught you a kidnapping phone sex lesson about responsibility.

 

Goth Teen Phone Sex Cutting

Goth teen phone sex

I’m sure you think that all goth teen phone sex sluts have razor thin scars and cuts all over their arms and legs from self harm and masturbatory mutilation, huh?  You think that every gloom and doom loving girl with a violently horrible home life can’t help but to hurt herself because it’s the only thing she knows, right?  That might be the case for a lot of these horrific phone whores, but not me.  I mean, I’m definitely a cutter, no doubt.  But you don’t think I’m going to slice myself up, do you?

Get real.  If I’m not doing a ritual or trying to freak someone the fuck out, I’m not cutting myself.  I’ve had enough pain and torture in my time, my price has long been paid.  I do love the feeling of slashing into skin and making tiny, bloody gashes everywhere, though.  Since I don’t dare tarnish my alabaster flesh with crazy little cuts and scratches, you know who I set my sights on when I feel like having a little cutting fit…  “Here, piggy-piggy-piggy.” 

Fuck pigs are great to use for taking out all kinds of aggression, you can do a lot with them.  They’re great to violently fuck, terrorize, abuse and snuff out, of course, but they also make for great canvases for any skin sketches you might need to get out of your mind.  The best is finding a goth teen fuck pig who kind of likes it, too.  Moans and screams sound great together.  After an intense round of torture sex with whoever, I like to carve out some lines or stars, write my name, shit like that.  “Please cut me” is always fun to cut into someone, it makes me laugh, like drawing “Wash Me” into the grime caked on a dirty car.  I don’t know, it’s basically like simple doodling to decompress from a crazy hectic day, only these drawings tend to be permanent.  As permanent as the fucky-piggy-fuck-fuck I’m using to create them, anyway.  We’ll just see where the cutting leads us.

 

 

What Are You Thankful For?

Gothic phone sex

 

Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Home Invasion is Easy if You Stick to My Plan

Home invasion phone sex

 

One of my favorite types of terrorizing a helpless tramp is scaring the titties off of some dumb bitch who’s home alone and watching her get forcefully fucked by one of my brutal buddies with a little bit of home invasion phone sex.  Being a pervy accomplice to a peeping tom that’s ready to step up his voyeuristic game with a little B&E really gets my adrenaline going.  The asshole stretching sodomy and cunt fisting fuck action that follows gets my pussy juice flowing.

I always plan the whole thing out, you can’t trust a guy with this type of shit.  Sorry, but you guys are kind of morons when it comes to this stuff.  They say that most serial killers are men, I say that most serial killers who get caught are men.  Psychopathy doesn’t discriminate, everyone is susceptible.  We all go a little mad, sometimes, women are just better at pulling it off.  I find the fair little fuck pig we’re going to utterly violate, stalk her for several weeks to get her routine down pat then formulate our angle for getting inside of her place.

When break in night comes around, the guys are always super anxious and excited no matter how much I’ve prepped them on the plan.  You’re all a bunch of amateurs, but the anticipation on your faces is kind of cute, not gonna lie.  If you can keep calm, cool and collected it’ll go down pretty smoothly.  If you can’t control yourself and deviate from the plan in any way, I make no promises.  And if you get too weird and draw a bunch of attention to us, I’ll be out and on my merry way before you even know I’m not there anymore.  Follow my well formulated plan and you’ll be forcing your fuck stick into an unwilling babysitter butt or jamming your junk into some housewife’s slamhole in no time at all.  

I hope you can contain yourself long enough for us to get to that point.  I love it when dumb bitches are bent over taking it from behind while their faces are being forcefully pushed into my pussy.  Slut screams feel so good on my sadistic slit, I want that bovine to bellow and yelp all over my snatch while you show her what you’re really made of.  That’s the best part for me, don’t fuck it up by being overly eager.  Don’t worry, we’ll get in the house and you’ll get to cream some unsuspecting whore snatch and stretch out a never-fucked asshole before the night is through, I guarantee it.  You just have to stick to my accomplice phone sex plan.