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Fantasy Fuck Butt Boglins

Fantasy phone sex

 

My angelic face and perfect body might make me most men’s fantasy fuck, but my demonic mind and corrupted soul definitely make me everyone’s nightmare.  You might survive a harrowing trip through my sadistic world of sex and violence, but you’ll never, ever forget the joyful pain and bloody torture I inflict upon you.  Scars come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and aren’t limited to only your skin.

I love to get off, I am human.  But my twisted carnal desires have a way of taking shape and coming to life in the most fucked up fashion you could imagine.  At first I thought I was seeing things, my House of Horrors has a real weird way about it and visions of messed up, slimy little filth monsters seemed to just be a part of the deal.  The night I woke up screaming from a rape filled nightmare and found one of those ghoulish freaks buried halfway in my cunt grunting and staring at me with those dead freakish eyes, I knew they weren’t just figments of my messed up imagination.

It took a few weeks but through hours of salacious study, the best I could figure is that these grisly cum guzzling butt boglins are physical manifestations of my most craven desires.  The more disturbing the fantasy was, the more horrific the beasts got, the more my holes got stretched and tunneled into.  I couldn’t get away from them, either.  They didn’t just stay in the house when I left to stalk some jizz junky prey or sniff out some sweet virgin poon, they fucking followed me everywhere I went popping up at the most inopportune moments.  Do you know how hard it is to be stealthy when you’re constantly shooing off a group of horny little ghoulies?  It’s impossible!

I’m not an idiot, though.  Of course I figured out how to get rid of them and push my nightmare off onto someone else.  It’s not that hard, I just have to practice a bit of control.  To rid myself of my rotten manifestations all I have to do is lure a lust filled lover into my big haunted house, fuck their brains out (metaphorically) and then just let them live and go on their merry way.  The fiendish little living diseases simply follow them out the door.  They might not notice at first, but eventually every one of my living lovers start getting harassed and violated by those horny, otherworldly creations of mine.

Sometimes my bloodlust gets the best of me and, even when I plan on giving them a life pass, I accidentally go to far and miss the chance to pass my sputtering and spewing sentient STD’s off to a simpering fuck sow.  It’s all good, I just find another pussy pounding piggy and show a bit more restraint.  It’s easier once I’ve already snuffed the life out of some other strange lover.

I don’t know why these boglins started appearing, my house is fucking crazy and does what it wants.  Now that I know how to make them go away, though, I like to build up a whole gang of the little fuck fantasy gash ghoulies before I give them to an unsuspecting sex fiend.  I guarantee they’ll make his life much harder than they made mine.  Probably his cock, too.  

 

Pig Meat For Sale

Sex with dead bodies

 

You’d be surprised just how many sick fucks there are out there who want to have sex with dead bodies.  Personally, I prefer my forlorn fuck toys to be alive.  Stiff and motionless meat sacks that have trouble bleeding don’t really do it for me, but it’s cool.

I mean, yeah, I can’t resist my barbarically sadistic side and love to appease it by snuffing the life out of a gross little piggy or two, but once they’re no longer living I have no interest in using any of those lifeless forms to get myself off.  I’m not a demented dork with a dick, though.  Testosterone mixed with a bit of trauma in the developmental stages of life is the perfect potion for creating a monster.  

It’s cool, you know I don’t judge anybody.  I just take advantage of their corpse cunt cravings and use my brutal bloodlust to make a little cash.  For a healthy fee, I do the killing and they do the drilling.  I get it, just because you want to fuck a stiff doesn’t mean you have the balls to hunt and kill the hapless hole yourself.  I don’t have that problem, I take out anyone I want, victims of all sorts and various sizes.  Want to blow your load in a ravaged piece of tortured and tormented meat with her clothes torn mostly off to reveal the abuse I subjected her to before I bashed in her skull with some sweet blunt force trauma?  Or maybe you’d prefer a cleaner carcass fully clothed with the only sign of her demise being the ropes around her hands and feet and ligature mark around her thin neck to make your creepy cock cream.  I can produce whatever kind of cadaver you crave for the right price.

I might hang out and watch you get your kinky kicks with the burly body of a bear in a dark back alley or a couple of dimwitted dead chicks on a wooded deadfall.  I do enjoy seeing my work appreciated.  I won’t help you hide any of the bodies when you’re done, though, and you can worry about all of your cum that will definitely be discovered if you don’t get rid of them well enough.  No one ever said that having sex with dead bodies is risk free.  Just because you pay me doesn’t mean you’ll get away with it.

 

Hot Home Intruder

Home invasion phone sex

 

I do simple home invasions for the thrill of it.  Sometimes the places are empty and I have fun just going through all of their shit, maybe do something fucked up like shove the heads of their toothbrushes up my ass or rip the last three pages out of all of their books, stuff like that.  But I prefer the houses I break into to have someone inside for me to taunt and terrorize.  Playing an unwanted game of hide and seek with a hapless homeowner is a lot more fun than sticking an Oral B in my butt.

The peeping tom aspect of it gives me an initial adrenalin rush that washes over me.  If the conditions aren’t right for a proper B&E, I’ll stay outside for hours looking inside of their illuminated windows letting the simple stalk be my rush for the night.  But when things go my way I can bust in without making a single sound and position myself in an indoor hiding spot so I can track my target’s every move.

If I don’t want to cause a scene I’ll just wait for them to go to bed then creep into their room so I can watch them sleep.  When I need more excitement I like to make a sound for them to investigate and skulk in the shadows until the moment is right for me to step into the light and scare the everloving shit out of them.  At that time of night they always run back to their room with me hot on their heels.

This is where I have to make a decision: turn tail and leave before the cops arrive or charge into the bedroom and turn that scared little piggy into the victim they were born to be.  The choice is easy, I just base it on how I feel at the moment.  I’ll leave if I’ve had enough, but if I want blood and cum then I have no qualms with turning that home invasion into a grisly murder scene.

 

Watch Out For Willow… She’s In The Woods!

Sadistic phone sex

 

Some people just don’t understand sadistic urges.  They’ve probably had it easy their whole lives and don’t have a reason to revel in the misery of others.  Fucking pigs.  My mission is to show them just how good they have it and that everything they know and love can all disappear in the blink of a maniacal eye.

The last offering I made to the forest was blessed with blood and flooded with flesh that I didn’t even need to hunt, my sacrifices practically walked right up to my sacred altar.  I was just getting my ritual started when I heard some chipper voices echoing through the trees.  I blended in with the woods and tracked the gleeful exchange until I saw the origin of the voices.  A group of grinning idiots hiking and enjoying nature’s beauty, trotting with the gate of entitled brats who have never had to run from a single thing in their entire shit sniffing lives.  That was about to change.

As the clueless club traveled, the fat ass bringing up the rear lagged behind just enough for me to make my move.  When he got close enough to my hiding spot I popped right out in front of him with my arms spread wide in my cloak.  My naked form stunned him long enough for me to simply swing my hand at his neck and slice his jugular with one swift movement.  The first one to go is always my favorite.  Yeah, they never get the torture the rest of their cronies are forced to endure, but the look of surprise on their stupid faces is just fucking priceless!

All of the gurgling alerted his friends but when they turned back to see what was going on I was already back in hiding and all they saw was him laying in a bloody heap on the ground.  Of course they all came to check on him so running my witch blade through the next one’s back was no problem at all.  The two girls screamed as their sucker of a friend sprayed them with blood and dropped to the ground next to his buddy, his falling form revealing me to the frightened fucktards like the shadow of the earth reveals the moon during an eclipse, slow but imminent.

Now the chase was on, but it didn’t last long.  I know these woods better than anyone, they didn’t stand a chance.  I caught both of the cunts without breaking a sweat and had them stripped and strapped to a giant oak within an hour of their boyfriends being slaughtered.  With one of them on either side of my bark-covered companion, I went back and forth whipping and cutting each of them, even branding them with my name so they knew the identity of the harbinger of their torment.  To get a truly visceral reaction from the twats I dismembered their boyfriends right in front of them then stuffed the bloody appendages as far as I could into their pussies and assholes.  One of the bitches pulled so hard on their shared shackles that she dislocated the other one’s arms, popped them right out of her shoulder sockets.  It was amazing!

People don’t know what sadism truly is until they experience it from the masochistic side.  With any luck, I’ll create a whole world of sadists who are well aware of their love of masochism.

 

Birth Of A Legend

Goth teen phone sex

 

My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.

 

Tenderly Twisted Teen

Teen phone sex

 

Yeah, I know I’m a brutal bitch who gets off on some crazy ass shit, but I’m also a horny teen and, once in a blue moon, I desire a more delicate type of fuckfest with a fairly normal freak.  My lifestyle is hectic, high energy and super stressful so sometimes I toss the torture and blood stained bodies and go for a goreless round of good old fashioned fucking. 

Luckily, when you look like me, there is no shortage of shit sniffing shafts-with-legs out there champing at the bit for a chance to get into my pants.  The hardest part is picking a guy that I won’t just end up killing when we’re done, anyway.  Most “men” aren’t worth the breath in their lungs so I have to be choosy if I’m going to have a good time and not worry about having to hide a body before morning.

The guy who runs the tattoo salon is alright, we’ve hooked up a couple of times now.  He doesn’t talk much, which is fucking great, and his cock is the absolute perfect size for my tiny little pussy.  He stretches me out nice and slowly, taps my cervix with his dick tip without bruising it, that type of shit.  Perfect.

I like to take it easy sometimes.  Everyone needs a little bit of tenderness in their lives, no matter how dark and depraved their existence might be.  Plus, cum is way easier to clean up than blood.

 

The Queens of Cum

2 girl phone sex

 

It’s hard to get together with another chick for some 2 girl phone sex when you live like I do.  I know what people are really capable of so I don’t trust anybody.  That said, Morticia is the only bitch I’d ever call a friend.  She’s a lot like me, careful and calculating, cunning and cruel, I kinda can’t help but to like her.  She’s a self made femme fatale who loves kidnapping cunts, torturing twats and fluid filled, fiendish fuck sessions with all sorts of unwilling individuals.  Sound like anyone you know?

I met Morty at an underground apothecary as I was examining a variety of dried nightshades.  She told me I had good taste so I was immediately intrigued and allowed the conversation to continue.  I’m pretty glad I did because I’ve been a part of more grisly gangbangs since I met her than I was ever privy to before.  She has a very seductive way about her and doesn’t even need to drug the dummies we denigrate and destroy to lure them into her terribly terrific cum traps, they come to her on their own accord.  She only pumps them full of poison for her own sick pleasure, I fucking love it!

We compliment each other well.  One of us can beat and bludgeon our bound beauties while the other fucks their bloody butts until they’re all nothing but fleshy piles of fluid covered mush.  The drugged dicks she draws into her den of depravity show no qualms with draining their dongs all over, or inside of, a near lifeless body.  We peg those spaced out pigs while they fuck and defile the gaggles of duped “hot girls” who, no doubt, had a completely different vision of kinky fun in their minds when they arrived than they received when all was said and done.

I don’t tell anyone all of my secrets, but I can count on Morticia.  We have the same distrust in society at large, love to reign over legions of blood and cum covered slaves and both know all the best ways to get rid of a body.  2 girl phone sex with the Queens of Cum is to die for, sometimes quite literally.

 

2 girl phone sex

 

A Strangulation You’ll Never Remember

Strangulation phone sex

 

“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months.  Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.”  I love that last line.  Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected!  And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.

Want to know my secret?  Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath.  A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want.  I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place.  Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought.  Without any thought at all, actually.

So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley.  They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.

The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss.  Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength.  The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.

When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town.  If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again.  It doesn’t matter to me either way.  Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm.  Those cops will never catch me.  I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?

 

Violent Vixen

Violent phone sex

 

My crazy, fucked up life has turned me into some sort of cruelty craving creep who needs things like violent phone sex and tortuting some helpless, kidnapped cunt to get off.  I’m an obvious product of my environment, years of being endlessly raped and abused at the hands of those who are supposed to protect you will kill you.  Sometimes though, a brutalized body hasn’t caught up with the soul quite yet leaving an empty shell of a person, completely dead inside roaming the earth looking for a purpose, for satisfaction, for love.

I’ve found my calling.  My purpose is pain, sadism is my satisfaction and, as for love, well lacing and lashing an unlucky victim is the closest thing to love I’ll ever know.  Guys, girls, everyone is a target for my learned hatred.  All the disgusting pigs clomping around with a spark for life in their eye and an obvious lack of circular cigarette burns and razor thin scars on their limbs need to be shown that there really isn’t anything worth living for.  I’m the monster who needs to show them.

Whether I participate or orchestrate in the depravity is simply up to how I’m feeling in the moment, but one thing is surely for certain…  If Willow wants you, Willow gets you and I won’t be happy until the light of your soul shining in your eyes has faded completely.  Your husk might survive, but your spirit will be broken for good.  Just like me.

 

You Gotta Have Faith

2 girl phone sex

 

I was feeling a little sad and lonely the other day so I decided to cheer myself up with some twisted 2 girl action.  I found the prettiest little innocent natural blonde at the coffee shop and decided she was the one I wanted to abuse to make myself feel better.  I could tell that taking advantage of her naive nature would be the easiest thing in the world.  I wasn’t wrong.  How fucking fitting was it that her name was “Faith?”

After I easily won the simple sap over and could tell I had her properly seduced, I convinced her to come back to my place for some hot threeway fun with me and my boyfriend (Ha!).  We got into my van and I drove us back to my happy house of horrors as she kept yammering on in nervous excitement about how she’s some sort of beauty queen and never does things like this.  I stroked her thigh and rubbed her bald snatch to keep up my seduction as I listened.

She knew something was off the moment we pulled up to my happy house of horrors, but I reassured her that it was just an old place and, of course, she believed me.  Once we were inside though, she knew shit was not on the level but by then it was too late.  I knew as soon as she crossed the threshold that I had her for as long as I, and the house, wanted her.  

I’ve had her locked in my basement for six days now to use however I want.  That’s six days of whips and chains, violent gangbangs and steamy hot piss streams on torn flesh for the darling dumb bitch, resulting in hours upon hours of her agonizing screams.  Of course she’s been really popular amongst all of the devils and demons who stop by my place looking for some fucked up fun.  They love the way she whimpers and wails.

I’ve put that privileged priss through almost a week of living hell purely for my sick, pussy pleasing entertainment.  Now that she’s starting to enjoy it, I think I’ll let her live.  She’s kinda fun.