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    Murder phone sex fantasies would end my life and it did. I knew you needed my blood and I was willing to sacrifice myself for a bitch ass nigga! “Bitch suck that cock some more!” I don’t think I could take it any more if I tried. I was so weak from exhaustion from the gang  ,ramming shit up my ass that I was going to pass out! I know you liked pulling my tits and the blood that ran down your mouth from biting on my nipples was haunting me. The needles you stuck in my pussy were rusty and the nails that had me suspended in midair were going to rip my flesh. But this is what you wanted isn’t it? I tasted the shit that was forced down my throat and the five guys that stood behind me. My pussy was numb now from the force of fucking these bitches. I felt the acid burn my neck and run down to my ass crack. I was going to holler but you wouldn’t like that. I saw her with the lifeless eyes the knife what was she going to do? I would pay the price for the sin, I would die for him wouldn’t I? It was my fault I couldn’t pay the debt!

    Taking out your cock you rammed it in my bleeding ass and laughed. I tried to close my eyes but there was nothing I could do but take it. The other motherfuckers were standing around waiting. Who were you were you the leader? But this is where it would end. I felt the blade go in my neck and you sucking the blood like a vampire who needed a kill to satisfy his thirst. You wanted it, you craved the saltiness of my blood as I felt another asshole tie that rope around my neck. I knew it had went too far. I felt your cock as it stuffed in me and pushed pass my numbness to singe my new level of pain. As  I passed out I saw your eyes, puffy red, crying and raging! You were here to punish and you did it so well!

Gothic Phone Sex with Blair

gothic phone sex submissiveWhen he said we were going to a Goth club, I got excited. Something new.  I was not familiar with the lifestyle, but as a good submissive, I did my research so I could please him. I discovered 23 varieties of goth. Some I was familiar with like the emo punk girl, the death metal head banger, even the vampire goth. But others like steampunk and rivethead goths, I was not at all familiar. I decided to dress  as a Victorian/Elizabethan goth. That way I could be sexy and sophisticated with a whimsy of romance. Goths are romantic, dark, mysterious, even a little morbid. I was going to enjoy this club. From what I read Goths were not violent, just kinky. They dabble in the BDSM culture,  pagan rituals and the occult, but  are basically just a gloomy lot of sexual deviants. Surely, I would fit in.

The club was an old castle turned into a private  nightclub. My companion paid thousands of dollars for a VIP suite for the night. The room had an eerie feel. On the surface, it looked romantic and dark. Very Victorian era. Something wicked was lurking beneath the surface, however, I just had a feeling. It is not my place to question a Master. Ever. I ignored my feeling, did as I was told. Master tied me up, skull fucked me, force fucked my ass, even flogged me. We played our usual master and servant game.  I convinced myself this was just a fantasy role play for us; something different than the usual bondage games.

sex with dead bodies mommy sexMaster told me he had a surprise for me. He blindfolded me. I could hear him opening a door, talking in a whispered tone, then I heard silence and a loud thud, then more silence. When he removed the blindfold, I saw a coffin. At first I thought maybe this was a vampire fetish he wanted to explore. I wish that was it. Master thought it would be fun for me to fuck a corpse. I thought he was joking. Certainly this was just a guy pretending to be dead, so I climbed into the coffin to show Master what a good girl I am. The body was ice cold. There was an awful smell. I tried to leap off, but Master held a knife to my throat. “Be a good girl Blair, or you will be punished, permanently,” he said. Such a sinister smile on his face when he said it too.

When I asked how I was suppose to fuck a dead guy, he slapped my face so hard,  he busted my lip. I was giving a hand job to a lifeless dick. I felt sick. His cock would not  get hard, not even too my mouth.  Master shoved a cattle prod up the dead guy’s ass and his cock came to life. I closed my eyes, mounted that ice cold cock and rode him like he was alive. I kept telling myself it was fantasy; that he was just an actor at the club. But the harder I rode him, the more I realized this was not fantasy, but Master’s macabre desire to humiliate me, scare me, hurt me. Flesh was falling off the dead guy’s pecker the harder I rode him. Master saw the disgust and horror on my face and just laughed. I wanted to vomit.

necrophilia phone sexMaster made me spend the night in the coffin with a rotting corpse. The next morning when he let me out of the coffin, made me shower, then spent the entire morning force fucking my ass with a medieval cross. My ass was gaping open as usual. But there was nothing usual about fucking a corpse. Goths may be dark; they may be macabre, but they can’t hold a candle to Master’s perverse world.

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Bloody Mud

I am a dirty fuckpig whore that enjoys my pain served with lots of blood. I want to be cut and stuck and sliced to within an inch of my life. I am so tired of men telling me I am beautiful and trying to be so kind and gentle – I need a real man who has no problem leaving his marks on my body and showing me what pain can really feel like. I want you to start with my nipples and then move to my worthless cunt. Use your blades, sharp or dull, I don’t care. I have to feel the pressure of the cutting or my pussy will not throb for you.

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I always love the camera to be rolling so that we can watch it back and watch my blood spill onto the dirt. I love how you shove my face in it until my mouth is full of that copper taste mixed into bloody mud. You choosing different knives to make slices through my perfect skin – ruining it forever. Those are the scars that I can trace with my red nails and remember forever. So much better than the flowers and gifts the other losers try to give me.

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My favorite is the smile scar on my neck – you gave it to me last year as a reminder of how close to the edge you will take me. I bled until my vision became starry and then went black. I remember being almost sad when I woke up, sad to still be alive as the pathetic pain slut I had become. But you were there and still playing with my body with your knives. Collecting my blood so that you can infuse it back into me and play longer. I am feeling that scar now, so big and long, and ear to ear. There is nothing quite like the feeling of death. Next time I am hoping you let me have it all.

We are the perfect team

accomplice phone sexStorm and I are always the perfect accomplice team to serve whatever our most recent caller wants for the evening…there really is not much we love more than accomplice phone sex. We will do anything to please you and Storm is a mean bitch, and she has absolutely no standards to getting what you want…what we all want. You can tell me exactly what you want and we will find her for you and we can then go to whatever lengths you desire to please those secret desires of yours. We will probably have to get her to you forcefully…that’s no problem right? Storm and I can handle that weak bitch. We might have smacked her around a couple times before we get her to you, but don’t worry this little brat is unharmed. I’m wet with excitement and anticipation. What are we going to do? I see the lust and power in Storm’s eyes as she looks back and forth from you and this pathetic girl we have brought you tonight. Don’t you just love to hear her beg and cry? I am not sure if Storm does though, she looks like she is waiting for some action…Go ahead  now…destroy this girl…we would love to help. I will hold her down while you torment this little brat; Storm will be right there with her brand new razor blades ready. We want to watch you shove your cock deep inside her as she struggles to escape, and we love to see her eyes wide with fear as I cut her little by little just to see her squirm. But when she is scared we know her already tight pussy is tightening around your hard cock shoved deep inside of her… and we know you’re going to cum soon. Oh yes, look at what we helped you do… Now let us lick that up for you…

Goth Teen Phone Sex To Die For

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I learned young that this world was a dark place and that no one was going to make it better but myself. I sat and dwelled in the world that was darkness for many years till I found my friend, blood. Something about it and how it bonded with my vamperic like soul made me long for its sweet release. I loved torturing others, it reflected the pain I felt inside for every moment of my life until that very moment. It was beautiful watching death come into someone body. The look in their eyes as their soul voided into the dark space made me long for to be the goth teen phone sex slut that would let others experience the art of death I was gifted with. Both sides in my evil phone sex are vitally important. My clients provide me the scenario in which I need to work my canvas of death. My victim provides me with their expression, their longing to live, their fight. I can work out everything in my murder phone sex fantasies that my client asks for, but my reaction to my pain that I place upon my canvas is something that will never be able to be scripted. The raw mutilation of their bodies and the way the blood chooses it path is something that is rarely predictable. My ears long to hear my dark canvas of death scream into them. Most of all my skin aches when not coated with the sweet blood of my dead victims. It fills my black heart when I hear the music of their death rattle, the last attempt of their lungs to save their souls. I will never stop killing, and I will never stop bathing my body in the blood of my dad canvas. A true artist in the world of darkness.

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Venus’s Backyard BBQ Secrets

accomplice phone sex kinfe playThis is my favorite time of the year. Why? Because it’s BBQ season. I spend the winter capturing fine specimens that I cage and feed, so I may feast on them in May, national BBQ month. You have not had  truly down home cooking  until you have attended one of my backyard barbecues, which I have daily in May for very special guests. I serve only the finest meat around. The key to a good barbecue is preparation and patience. I have many recipes and I like to share my secrets.

On today’s menu. Pineapple Penny Pig Roast. First, you need a stupid drunk coed who can’t find her way home. Luckily, they are everywhere. Then you need to have  a doctor check her out, make sure she is healthy, in good shape, free from disease. More often than not you will need to fatten her up. Why do young girls think they can live on carrots and beer? I am fond of high caloric protein shakes daily for months. Can easily add 25 yummy pounds to any pig. A key component to preparation is restoring the body back to its natural state. Cut out silicon breasts. Remove the chemicals and dyes from hair.  Bathe pig daily in a sugar scrub to sweeten and soften her skin. Takes time to prepare a pig for a BBQ, so be patient.

cannibaism phone sex killer sex A few days before the BBQ, the entire pig must be marinated or brined  or certain parts will taste rather bland. I am particularly fond of brining.  A nice apple cider brine enhances pork’s natural flavor. To add even more flavor, you can add an abundance of herbs, onions, pineapple, oranges even hot peppers to the brine solution. I brine my pigs for at least 24 hour. My entire house smells delicious right now. I spent last night injecting the thickest parts of Penny’s meat like the rump and the thighs with my brine solution to insure my guests get flavored meat on more than just the surface cuts. Even the deepest cuts of flesh will taste yummy if you follow my suggestions. Some guests just love to devour flavor infused internal organs, so do not just baste the outside. Make sure you inject the brine or marinade into the thickest parts of meat for the best all around flavoring.

I take pride in my BBQ meat. I don’t just slap some meat on a stick and call it a day. Once my piggy is brined or marinated well, I pay careful attention to trussing. Proper trussing of the  pig to the rotisserie spit is the key to perfectly cooked meat.  My pigs are fairly large, so the spit needs to go between the thighs, along the inside of the body, just under the spine and out through the mouth. Since the spit is not impaling the meat down the center, it is not necessarily secured to the spit. To prevent flesh from falling off the bone into the fire, heavy duty kitchen twine can be used to secure the spine to the spit about every  6 inches along the length of the meat. The hips, thighs and legs should be trussed securely to hold them tight against each other and the spit. Repeat this procedure for the head and shoulders. Wiggle room in your pig is bad. You want the body to be one with the spit, so when turning it over the open flame, all the flesh cooks evenly.

killer phone sex cannibal pornYou cannot rush the cooking of your pig. I am fond of an open fire pit, about 250 degrees, slowly turning for about 24 hours so the skin does not burn or become too tough to chew. For the best results, your pig should be alive while turning her on the rotisserie spit. It’s bonus for you to hear the life cooked out of your pig. Nothing gets me wetter than hearing flesh crackle. and spit while the pig screams in pain. Once your pig is cooked, served it up with some beans and corn bread and you have yourself a yummy backyard BBQ.

Are you a fan of fresh BBQ? Perhaps we can exchange recipes, tricks of the trade, hunting tips…. Maybe we can even have a pig roast together? I find cooking together a sexy bonding experience.

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Cassandra Helps Make Teen Rape Porn

teen rape porn big titsOne of my masters forces me to be his teen rape porn accomplice. He has a bunch of teen sex slaves; mostly runaways he uses for various underground films. Usually snuff films, but every now and then he does a straight up teen bondage or teen rape porn. Today was a first. He wanted me to star in the film. Normally, I just help behind the scenes. I was both nervous and excited. I never get the chance to be a dominant bitch, which was exciting. However, if I fucked up, I knew I could be starring in his next snuff endeavor.

The young teen girl, who was my costar, was doped up, tied to a bed. When instructed, I walked right up to her, grabbed her by the arm, yanked her up and slapped her awake. I then assaulted her face with my boobs. She was crying, whimpering, begging for her mommy. “I’m your mommy now bitch,” I whispered in her ear as I muffled her whining with one of my DDs. I had her arm twisted behind her; I could have snapped it in two so easily she was just a tiny waif of a thing. I liked being a bad ass bitch. Made my snatch wet.

ass rape porn teen sexI forced her between my legs; made her worship my cunt. At first she resisted, but the more I suffocated her with my thighs and pussy, the more she licked. She knew she was a goner if she didn’t act like a good girl. I covered her teen face in my juice. I was just getting started. I was ordered to hurt her ass. Master says lots of pervs enjoy seeing a young girl get her ass violated. Do you like seeing that? I started with my tongue. Drilled her ass hard, then spit deep into it before I shoved my fist up her tight virgin asshole. Got half my arm up her ass too. She was screaming, even bleeding. I glanced over at Master and he was smiling, so I knew I was doing a good job force fucking his little teen slave.

I had a variety of sex toys to use on her ass. I chose this strap on that was not only huge in length and width,  but had menacing spikes on it. It would shred her asshole from the inside out with every thrust. I grabbed her hair, pushed my way into her tight ass. She screamed loudly, as I shoved it in. Blood started flowing out her ass with every thrust. I was getting into being the bitch in charge. I fucked the shit out of that young girl. Her asshole was hanging out like a violated rosebud. Master made me suck on it for the camera. I tried not to gag, but it tasted like shit and blood.

teen phone sex teen sex slavesI thought our little film was over, but I was just the warm up. About 40 men ravaged her fuck holes. She was not moving by the time they were done with her. According to them, teen whores are a dime a dozen. Another one could be snatched off the street easily enough. They disposed of her body in an alley dumpster and thirty minutes later had another girl for their next film endeavor. I just hope maybe I get to play with this one too. Maybe you would let me play rough with your little one?

Cannibalism Phone Sex; Taste of Summer

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Well, it is national BBQ month and that means that Harper’s taste for fleshly goodness is moving to some outdoor cooking. Oh how I long to taste some nice rump cooked over a nice BBQ pit. I went hunting with my favorite cannibal Mr. Closter! He loved to teach me how to hunt and cook our meat with passion and skill and I loved every minute of it. We tracked a couple of girls through the woods for a while. There were by themselves and hiking. We had set some traps up and it did not take long until they found themselves caught in our net. They squealed like little piggies as they were held into the air. Mr. Closter had me approach them with caution. When they saw me they hollered down for me to help them. I released the rope, dropping them to the ground with a big thud. I giggled at their please and reached inside the net to ass’s their fat content. I called to Mr. Closter that they were okay, and he he drove the ATV through and I pulled them out of the net tying them to the back.

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I hopped on the back with Mr. Closter and we drove the fresh meat to our stocked campsite for further inspection. I pulled them off with his help. They were hog tied and heavy. One was thicker than the other so we decided to prep her now and save the other tasty treat. I tied her up in the tree and let her hang there gagged. She cried tears running up her forehead. Going back to the other girl, I began to cut off her clothes. Mr. Closter gave me a nod and I knew she was perfect. She cried through her gag, tears streaming down her face. I smelled close to her body, she reeked of insect repellant. I asked him to hand me a couple gallons of water and a bucket so that I could rinse my rag clean and began to scrub her. She smelled so bad. I was taking a considerable amount of elbow grease to clean her so Mr. Closter cut down her friend and shoved her my way. I explained unless she wanted to be first she had better help me. That poor sniffling bitch was lazy as fuck though. Mr. Closter decided that she need to a good brutal raping since she was not doing what she was told.

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I giggled as she whimpered and screamed. Not wanting to bother him I got up and grabbed the olive oil from his back pack and brought it back over to my pesticide free prime meat. I began to rub down her body. I poured the oil over her and rubbed over her tits and into every clevis and fat roll massaging her well. Once Mr. Closter was done her tied the other girl back up and informed me he was feeding the fire under our grill. Once she was fully she was hog tied with her hands and feet behind her back. The two of us lifted her onto the grates. Mr. Closter reached over and pulled out her gag and she let out a quick scream before he shoved an apple in her mouth. She whimpered passed it squealing. You could hear the wood crackling. She tried to fight herself free and I assured her she would pass out soon and she did. I continued to baste her and feed the fire under her. I took one leg and covered her in a BBQ mop I had prepared prior. Mr. Closter did not like sauce because he preferred the natural flavors but I wanted to try it. When she was done we carefully lifter her off and let her cool before serving her up with a lovely salad. MMmm she tasted so yummy. Her friend was so lucid and hungry she ate her right up. When I told her it was her friend she cried and called us monsters. Mr. Closter decided she was very unappreciative and gagged her again while we enjoyed the rest of our meal.

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Snuff phone sex and underground snuff porn

snuff phone sexI know you call me for all your snuff phone sex, but you know you can always call me for that underground snuff porn you’ve been meaning to make, right? Maybe you didn’t know, but now you have no excuse not to call me and get all that out. Let me tell you about a little adventure a regular and I had the other day! We went to the local school were we scoped out our latest victim. We definitely needed a little virgin! It wasn’t hard to spot her; she was all alone with blonde hair like me…her body still growing. How cute! Oh she has no idea what is coming her way, and thinking that as I watch her is making me so wet already. I easily approached her; I look incredibly young when I try…! We became buddies oh so quickly – silly girl, so very unsuspecting. I will get her into my car, she will think we are going to my house, but she will be very confused when I take her dumbass into the middle of nowhere! And he will be there waiting with all the tools we need… rope, knives, and of course that hard waiting cock. “Surprise!” I will laugh as I push her to the ground, my knife in one hand, and the ropes in the other. We’re hungry for blood and he will start raping her virgin pussy, and this little bitch, well she must have liked the pain because I just kept cutting her and she kept struggling and begging. She has no idea how much we like it… how much it turns us on to see her tears and blood mix. Once he was done destroying her not so virgin pussy it’s time to say bye bye to the little brat. And I always like to snuff a bitch out in nice and bloody way…

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Bloody Phone sex for Borrowed Cunt Taylor

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A client of mine wanted to get this bitch Taylor. The problem with Taylor is that she was someone else’s nasty little rape toy and he was only will for us to have her on loan. We could fuck her up real good, but we were not allowed to kill the dumb bitch. It was whatever though, as soon as she walked in, whimpering like a little bitch I gagged her and hog tied that little cunt so that she could not move at all. Throwing her into his chair I unrolled my knife’s right in eye shot. I wanted her to see that I was examining them closely for which one was going to look better against her skin.
I bought it towards her and slid up under her garter. She whimpered holding her eyes closed and turning away. That really pissed me off, I nicked her thin skin and got up grabbing my duct tape. I brought it over to the stupid twat and taped her eye balls open. I wanted her to watch me fuck her up.

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My client was paying a lot of money just to watch her bleed. I grabbed her eye lid in between my fingers and taped them back to her face. I tapped the bottom ones open too. Taylor started to squirm her head around whimpering past her gag like a good little fuck slut.
My client came up close to her and began to ass rape Taylor. I laughed as she cried. I lay under her, cutting her up. I slit up those tits of her and dragged my knife from her useless cunt all the way up her body. She kept trying to get free as I held her up with one hand. I told her I am sure her master would not miss an ear, or possibly an eyeball. She screamed so loud. This bitch was for sure that Master of screaming past a good ol’ ball gag. At the end my client fucked Taylor’s face so good that she puked up his cock. One her filled her throat hole we made her eat it up before returning her. She cried asking us to just let her free and say she escaped. What a dumb little piggy.

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