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The snuff porn streaming on the internet is NOTHING compared to the real thing. Hearing bones break and blood drip just doesn’t sound the same through computer speakers. When I hear someone scream, I want it be because of me. I don’t just want to see someone scared, I want to see the fear in their eyes. The smell and taste of blood is only better if it came from a fresh tortured victim. Sometimes I drag a knife across their flesh just to get a quick little taste. Another method I like to use, especially when I’m taking my time, is cutting into their flesh with rose thorns. If I’m in a really sadistic mood I might even fuck their cunt or asshole with it too!

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One time I was feeling really nasty, like I often do and I did something really sick. I took the thorny rose and shoved it down some poor bastard’s piss hole. I’ve never heard a man scream like such a little bitch before so now I do it all the time.
Any day that I get to hurt or torture somebody is a good day for me, It’s my secret addiction. I’m not sure how much of a secret it is anymore, but I still don’t want everyone to know. Do you know how hard it would be to find victims if everyone knew about what I’m up to? I’m sure it would make it more difficult and there’s no way I would want that! I’m enjoying myself too much now and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. Actually, no matter what I’ll never stop! At least not until I leave a lot of bodies behind…

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Pandora’s Box Where Trophies are Stored

Little trophies gathered from my victims I keep near and fucking dear. The darkness that fills my head and the joy I had in school dissecting things. With the frog I kept it’s tongue, the piggy… I had to have it’s heart. It’s no wonder that parents entrust me with their offspring. I suppose my persuasion and magic wins out all the time. rophies are good for magic. The most power one can hold over another is their life.

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I drain life from families, and these young sluts are shamed easily especially when I am taking their daddy’s seed in my mouth or cunt right there in front of them. Oh, and the wife/ mother, hahahaha… she won’t be a problem. The men and fathers I will hold their seed in my pus and when I get home… I take a big ole turkey baster and suck the cum outta my cunt. You may be wondering what I will do with it… I store it in lab specimen bottles and put them into a nitrous filled and sealed vat.

One may wonder why I am going through the trouble… well, I have a sick need of staging scenes and what better than to stage the semen of a girls daddy or their next door neighbor within and around the sweet young thing. Oh I am evil framing a daddy for a young brats death. I see no problem with that and none whatsoever in taking little bits of each sweet kill. 

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Hunt and gather with me under a full moon, and we’ll see who the hunted will be.

 

The Choke

He made me call him Daddy. His voice was soothing, intelligent, and calm. His touch was firm, but somehow reassuring that what we were doing wasn’t wrong. The clamps on my nipples had finally stopped burning and numbness was setting in. As I lost feeling in my breasts, he handed me a huge dildo and told me to stick it in my ass. He said it so quietly, almost like a purr. He sat and stared and I couldn’t take my eyes from his. The thought of him hurting me seemed so real and yet so far away.

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He moved towards me and I flinched. But he hadn’t moved to hit me – he reached out his hand and brushed my hair back ever so gently. He took ahold of my wrist and began making me fuck myself even harder in the ass with the huge cock.  His intentions were maddening. Did he love me or was he toying with me like a cat does with a mouse. I was certain there was a fondness in his eyes. Maybe I reminded him of someone. Then he suddenly grabbed my throat and it startled me out of my daydream. His eyes seemed to change color, and I was terrified.

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My heart began to race and I knew he was going to hurt me. The affection was gone, and the evil inside of him was even more angry because I had seen a glimpse of softness. Now he would destroy me. He couldn’t let me stay alive because I had seen too much. I had touched something inside of him that he didn’t want touched. His grip on my throat tightened and he squeezed as hard as he could while still using my other arm to fuck my ass as fast as he could. The pain was shooting through me, but I couldn’t scream. He began whispering in my ear that I was “daddy’s pretty little slut”, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.  

My precious memories

snuff sexWhat kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?

Keisha Kills Again!

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My master surprised me this past weekend. He came into my basement and started having a conversation with me about my family. He wanted to know who they were, where they lived and how many of them could come over for Sunday dinner. I was really sure that he had lost his mind or he must be far too intoxicated to even understand what he was saying to me. Since I’ve been captured he’s told me everyday that he is my only family and I should forget the rest of the rats that I came from. I had been with him for so long that I was convinced, and I followed his every word never questioning a command. Even in my state of confusion I gave him as much information that I could remember.

To my surprise he wasn’t joking and actually had a good reason to dig up my past. They all arrived at dinner on time that Sunday and we sat down as if we all knew each other. They didn’t really seem like the family that I had left behind all that time ago. They seemed to be looking at me as if I had done something wrong, I was wondering what he could have told them. My snappy little sister is always the one to say something smart, so it didn’t surprise me when she started talking shit about our living arrangements. What did surprise me is how defensive I got over this place, the same place I’ve been trying to escape from. I was yelling at my sister loosing control and she just wouldn’t stop. Before I knew it, my hands were around her neck and I couldn’t stop myself from strangling her. I felt her body go limp in my hold and I knew in that moment I had went to far. But the death of my sister turned me on even more and I let my master take me right there next to my baby sister’s limp body.

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Knife play phone sex with Makayla

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After daddy punished me like he did, he wanted to have a big family dinner. All of us are scared. Last time we had a family dinner we lost a girl. Daddy says manners  is real important. We have all kinds of forks and he cuts our meat for us. He says we cant have knifes because things can get messy. We all have to wait until daddy is done cutting up our food. We all know the rules but Charity didn’t wait this time. Daddy caught her eating and he said it was wrong. She didn’t ask permission. Daddy walked up to her and grabbed her by her head. He slammed her head into the table a bunch of times. While he kept asking the rest of us the rules. Then he took his big knife and put her hand out on the table and stabbed it. He made us all watch as he cut little bits off of Charity’s face. We were all scared. We knew this was the last time we would ever see her. It was sad but so excited to watch the life drain from her eyes as we all ate. Daddy was still angry. He threw his plate at Charity to see if she was still alive. She twitched and that made him see red. He made each one of us  stab her. while one was stabbing the her he was fucking us one by one. I am happy to say daddy was please with what I did. He kept me upstairs and made me help him get rid of her. Daddy was very pleased. I am still alive and happy in love with my daddy. 

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Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however.  And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway?  When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.

When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.

I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.

Family Dinner

violent phone sexIt started off as such a pleasant dinner, until my friend’s daughter decided to get all sassy with me. I suppose she had no idea who she was talking to, and I quickly showed her that no one talks to me that way. My friend and husband knew exactly what I was going to do, as they saw me tightly gripping the carving knife. What’s some blood with our ham, I thought. Right before of course I slit that little whore’s throat right there in my formal dining room. No one even flinched or said a word, this was how most events go with my family, my husband sighed and moved the girl out of his way on his way to get seconds of the delicious dinner I had cooked. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself; my family knows what a short temper I have and how I (regularly) like to take it out on ‘unsuspecting’ girls. May they be my newest neighbor or the girl who cut me off on the highway earlier. I always get my revenge. And then I do something some might deem as ‘worse’… but it’s my very favorite part of this entire process and I couldn’t go even two days without my lips tasting the pussy of a very cold and lifeless girl. I love the power I get watching her life drain out of her eyes, it turns me on so much I always have to excuse myself to take care of business with my latest victim. Sure I like the ones who struggle and beg too, but the quiet ones are when I get the most pleasure. I have the power, I control them, and there is not a damn thing they can or will do about it! Wanna hear all the dirty details to how my dinners go normally? I’m not afraid to share…

Blasphemy Phone Sex w/ Dusty

Blasphemy Phone Sex is something that gets juices flowing for all involved. This is one reason why I love worship nights, as sometimes things get so fucking hot all I can do is scream out blasphemy as the Devil fucks me. He has me screaming and moaning as I am taken by my favorite man. Yes, I worship in the house of Satan, and get baptised by the Devils seed. I dare you to try coming between Satan and I.

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Tonight’s gathering construed of ass rape porn and snuff porn playing on all 13 of the screens. Accented by surround sound speakers blaring out dark chamber music meant for the sacrificial sermon. As I enjoyed time alone with our master of darkness I heard noise on the main flow upstairs. In checking out the commotion I notice a couple of followers hauling in body bags, three of them and they weren’t stuffed with dead folk either.

As I inquire about what was going on the High Priest smiled at me “High Priestess, my sweet, we have a treat for tonight. Here we have -he is unzipping the bags with help from a few followers- a few wonderful specimens for ritual sacrifice. We will have a full house for tonights worship and it will be divine. The three individuals were now laid out in front of me still unconscious, hogtied and gagged.  

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Oh look at the sweet virginal girls! Father Satan will be pleased and we will have a wonderful ritual tonight with a full congregation three virgins and plenty cock for a perfect gangbang rape porn ritual of blasphemy and deflowering. It would appear the girls so sweet and innocent looking were actually brought in from a detention facility one of our members work at. Oh this will be a sweet night of Worship and sacrifice to Father Satan.

 

 

The Devil Knows How To Do It…..

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Having dreams about him are my favorite nights. My Dark Prince, with his skin that shines with a beautiful red hue. His massive horns adorn his head and remind me of his huge rock hard cock. His body is well defined, muscular chest, six pack abs. His face is chiseled and his eyes glow with lust. His skin is hot to the touch. The sight of him makes my body respond instantly. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin as he spreads my legs and inches toward my quivering cunt. His tongue licks my already wet slit, it is rough and thick and I feel it invading and stretching me. I can’t help but grinding my cunt into his face giving him what he wants, my hot flowing cum. I can hear him groaning deep in his throat and chest as he follows the movements of my body, bringing me closer to the edge. Finally I explode in his mouth and in my sleep I feel the fluid covering me. Breathing heavy I wake up in a hot cold sweat, my legs and crotch soaked, my panties sticking to my body. Reaching down and scooping up fingers full of cum i eagerly suck it up. Closing my eyes I fall back to sleep and he reapers. This time his massive cock is hovering over my face. Longing to taste it, I cover it with my mouth and he shoves deep into my throat. It feels as if it grows larger the deeper he pushes into my mouth. Thrusting harder and deeper I can feel his balls begin to tighten and I know that he will be filling my mouth with cum soon. I can’t stop and I just hope that after I have pleasured him with my mouth he will honor me by ripping my cunt open with his huge dick. I want to feel it deep inside me.