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Taboo Phone Sex: This Girl is Poison

taboo phone sexYou remember that insipid song “That Girl is Poison,” by Bel Biv Devo? I hate hip hop, but that song is my anthem. I am poison. Literally. When there is a man that annoys the fuck out of me, who won’t take no for an answer, who won’t get a fucking clue that I am not interested in him, I put on my special lipstick and give him head to die for. Meet Charlie. He used to a live mother fucker. Now he a dead mother fucker. Why? Because he mistook me for some pathetic desperate needy bitch playing hard to get. Listen up ass hats. When I say move along loser, you better fucking move along.

snuff porn poison deathCharlie hit on me at the grocery store. Like my “Goth I could kill you with my eyes look” wasn’t enough of a clue. He missed the big box of tampons and bottle of Midol I was holding. His biggest mistake was grabbing my arm as I tried to get into my car. Yes, the annoying fucker followed me to my car trying to get my phone number after hearing “fuck off you annoying loser” at least a dozen times. I got in my car, took a nice deep breath, and applied my special red lipstick. “You know, you are right. Of course I want to fuck you. I bet you have a huge cock and are being so persistent because you know the only cure for my cramps is a big fucking cock,” I said sarcastically. The sarcasm of course was lost on the loser.

castration phone sexAll he heard was fuck and his dick was out of his pants. I laughed, but of course he had no clue I was laughing at his shrunken baby dick. I wrapped my lips around his sorry ass excuse for a penis, counted to 5, took my mouth off his loser dick and guzzled down some mouth wash as I watched the poison take effect in the parking lot of Krogers. The paralysis set in, which made it easy to push him into the back seat of my car, so I could toss him in a wooded area on my way home. I watched as his body transformed into some zombie plague looking creature. When his dick fell off, I started singing Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust.” I should be getting paid for riding the world of annoying tiny dick mother fuckers. I dare you to hit on me with that shrimp dick of yours. I’m a castration junkie and I’ve got 99 problems but small junk ain’t one.

Taboo Phone Sex with a Crossbow

taboo phone sexI needed some extra cash, so I went against my nature and took a temp job in an office. I am not the kind of girl who plays well with others. I run with scissors aimed at people. I don’t fit the look, and I certainly don’t play the part of a secretary. Very hard for me to fake like I enjoy people. But, it was a week gig for some pretty good money, so I thought I could suck it up. Wrong. People’s voices got on my nerves. The constant stupid ass banter about Facebook and Twitter and whose marriage was in trouble and who was eating where. Who the fuck cares? People take a shit and they post in on their social media pages so people will know when they took a dump and how much it weighed. People need a life. The water cooler losers needed snuffed or tortured, especially the men.

castration phone sex The male office asshats were sexually harassing the Goth temp. That shit needed more than a seminar in respecting women to nip in the bud so to speak. I’m a take matters into my own hands kind of bitch anyway. I Macgyvered a little crossbow with pens, pencils, rubber bands and clips. Mixed a little drug compound that would make my targets loopy, practiced my aim from under a desk, then shot up some testicles like a hunter. I’m an evil genius. The pen would not stay lodged in their worthless nut sack. It would be like a small prick sensation (appropriate). They’d adjust the balls, go to the parking garage or the men’s bathroom where I would follow them with my big ass knife. Men with small pricks who harass women don’t deserve their balls. There are lots of reasons to castrate men, but the truth for me is that it is fucking fun as hell. Really gets me wet.

Suddenly this temp job was looking up. Any time I can castrate a man, I’m in heaven. I love removing junk.  I’d lurk at my desk like Wednesday Addams, shooting the balls of the male employees with my make shift crossbow, torture phone sex castration bitchthen stalk them to where they went next for some junk removal. When I remove the balls of a worthless piece of shit, it commands respect; it commands fear. They look me right in the eyes as I slice off their testicles, take a soldering pen to the spot to stop the bleeding and laugh. They cry, whimper, apologize, beg, but never rat me out. Too embarrassing to admit that the creepy ass temp chick took their balls because they fondled her inappropriately. I will take your junk too if you look at me funny. But they are on best behavior in the office afterwards because they know I will take their dick next. I have a collection of balls in a mason jar in my desk to remind me that no one messes with Venus, unless Venus wants to be messed.

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Venus’s Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Brutal Rape Porn Means Lose Your Dick on Route 66

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. A trucker cut me off the road a few months ago. No apologies. Not even a wave. I saw his truck at a rest stop, decided to pull over and confront him. Then, I thought this ass wipe deserves more than just a verbal lashing from me. He could have killed me. I got my big ass knife and strap on from the car and paid him a little visit in the bathroom. “What the fuck bitch,” he started to yell at me before I slammed his head into the urinal wall.

brutal rape porn strap onI fucked his ass with my strap on like he was a dirty lot lizard I paid to use. As I slammed my big cock in and out of his ass, I held my knife to his cock. “Resist me bitch, lose your dick,” I giggled sadistically. I was getting my kicks on Route 66. Well, maybe more like him losing his dick on Route 666. I was enjoying force fucking his worthless ass. Many men need taught how to respect women. I’m old school. I believe in vengeance. I believe in an eye for an eye. In this case, a dick for bad driving. I knew I was taking his dick; I just wanted to ruin his ass first. Hurt him.

bloody phone sexOnce I had his ass gaping open, I shoved my knife up his butt. Brutal rape porn on Route 666. Blood was gushing out his sphincter, running down his legs until he was standing in a pool of his own blood. He was crying; blubbering like an idiot. I gave one last hard jab upwards into his torn asshole, twisted, pulled it out, then sliced off his pecker and shoved it in his mouth. Left him on the rest stop bathroom floor to bleed out. Every time some ass wipe cuts me off in traffic, I fantasize about using him for ass rape porn. Woman aren’t the only ones who force fuck bitches.

Jingle, Jangle, Tick, Tock…

torture phone sexHere comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail….WTF is it? It can’t be human. It’s not the freaking Easter Bunny. It’s Michael, the jingly jangly bell wearing pansy. He’s coming down the hall, dancing a jig, and looking pukey in pepto pink. I hate faggots, and bunnies, and sissies who wear “pretty pink penis pouches.” And I especially hate pink.
If I had the chance, I’d like to turn him blood red instead, after I beat his fairy ass with a cane until he cries like a little girl. Oh, I wouldn’t kill him slowly and painfully. I’d just give him what he wants. I’d slice open those ruffled panties and stroke his pathetic little cock until it was swollen. Then, I’d make him beg for his life. Or worse, yet, I’d cut off his balls and useless appendage and make him into a girly with an ass-pussy and a pair of jingly bells.

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“Oh Michael, better pay up. The WBMT girls need vacation money. We are some greedy bitches. If you don’t comply with our wishes, and become our paypiggy, we’ll make your name public in our blogs so the whole world knows your secret, Michael Fra…”
(Evil giggles) I think I’ll turn your pretty pink pics into my own evil creations. Maybe then you’ll know how serious we are, you little pansy. Better open that wallet wide. Blackmail bitches are coming for your cotton candy ass.
Shake that cute little ass right over to the bank now and give in to our demands and we’ll spare you the shame and humiliation of having your friends and family know your dirty little secret. I’d hate to have to send that nasty cum-stained penis pouch home to your family. Makes my pussy wet just to think about the pain I’d cause.
Ohhhh, pink is so much prettier when it’s splattered with red…..

Your evil freak,
Natasha

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The Crime Scene

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You watch tv and you hear the same old line, “The killer always goes back to the crime scene.” It’s true, I go back every time. I like to look at the roses, or toys left behind. I am a sick twisted bitch and love to hurt people. I always take a little piece of them home for Crowley to eat. I love feeding my big fur baby. He loves to eat my victims. It is like he craves it over his bagged shit dry food. I need to feed him fresh meat more often. He loves it so much. My fur baby rewards me after I feed him. I’ll be covered in blood and after he eats his treat he comes over to me and starts licking me from head to toe. He takes his time right at my pussy. I like to fuck after I end their lives. I get my pussy covered in blood just for Crowley. When his cold wet nose rubs against my clit I am instantly wet. His big wide tongue slips in and out of my pussy hole. God I love him and I love the crime scenes I leave behind.

Castration Phone Sex Fun: My Kind of Behead Execution Snuff Porn

castration phone sexCastration phone sex junkie is what many call me. I got a taste for taking off worthless balls when I was a young school girl. Now I take off man balls almost daily; worthless peckers too. Have you ever encountered someone so stupid you wondered how in the world they remember to breath? Sadly, dumbasses are everywhere. I swear I have a magnet embedded somewhere in my body for them. This week’s dumbass extraordinaire was Jacob. An older man who tried to pick me up at a night club last night.

I was at a Goth teen club, not some trendy meat market. I had my usual “don’t come near me or I will slice off your pecker” look on. But still, Jacob thought I looked like the kind of bitch one can pick up with cheesy lines like, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Barf. Gag. Barf. Gag. Kill kill kill kill kill. More like was shot up from Hell. The asshat was not taking the clue that I wanted to be alone. He was interrupting my hunt for a yummy bitch to bring home and eat or snuff. I decided to look at this as an opportunity. I can hunt any night. How often does a dumbass walk into my life? Okay daily; scratch that. How often do I have the chance to make a behead execution snuff porn? My idea of beheading is different. I behead dicks. Cut them clear off so that the loser bleeds out.

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I played the part of a bar whore to get back to Jacob’s place. Suggested I tie him up so we could have some kinky fun. Again kinky fun means different things to different people. Jiggle some tits and ass in front of a guy and suddenly he is even more of a moron. Once tied to the bed naked, I introduced his testicles to my knife. Held them in my hand like precious gems. Then I threw them on the floor and danced on them while Jacob blubbered like a big baby. My camera was rolling. I love to capture that element of surprise when some dumbass realizes I am not going to fuck him but castrate him.

“Smile for the camera,” I said as I sliced his dick clear off. Wow. You would have thought I had a samurai sword the way his little head exploded. His dick flew in the air like a head flies off after a guillotine. There was a blood explosion from the base of his cock. I was covered in cock blood. He passed out from the pain or the blood. Either way, wuss. I left him there. Not sure what happened; but he was restrained bleeding profusely, but hopefully he will just die a slow painful death. Another douche bag bites the dust.

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Taboo Phone Sex Slut!

Taboo-phone-sex-with-BlazeThis fucker has been fucking me and some other bitch as well. It’s not that I am jealous, but I don’t let any swinging dick lie to me without punishment. So I told him to come fuck me that night and of course he was late because he was with the other bitch. I sucked his dick when he arrived, pretending not to smell the stench of that whore’s pussy still on his dick. I sucked him and fucked him for hours and then he fell asleep. I took my knife and put it on the stove to make the blade burning hot. I then cut his nuts off in his sleep. As he lay there screaming holding what used to be his sack I slapped him and told him that his dick was mine, and he disobeyed sharing it. He screamed and cried and apologized like a little bitch. It was pathatic. I shoved my knife in his voice box just to shut him up. Its bad enough he was dumb enough to lie to me, he was a weak bitch also. But to be so pathetic! Be gone..Bitch!

Mistress of Darkness

snuff phone sexRain was pouring down the night I made my first kill. My lover had fed me drugs and shots of whiskey and I was feeling no pain. Even in my fucked-up state I knew I had to obey him or my punishment would be without mercy.
Looking for my prey brought out my seductive side. I would sidle up to men, brushing them innocently with my huge 36FFF tits. The more attention they gave me, the more my pussy would twitch. I had no interest in having sex with them though. It was just a game to get them to take me home. Once we got there, it would all change.
My current Master was waiting there for me. If I complied and brought a victim home, he would reward me with a shot of liquid paradise, right into my vein. I was addicted to it. It made my inhibitions melt and brought out my animal side. I became a huntress, ready for the smell of blood.
My catch tonight was a skinny young drifter. After a few drinks and the promise of a sexual marathon, he was ready to follow me anywhere. He barely made it through the door before the Master was upon him. I heard him gasp once as he realized his mistake.
The Master hit him hard. He tumbled once and we were both upon him. I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I tied his hands together and left him facedown on the floor. I took a long , sharp blade and sat down at his head. Master knelt behind him, ripping off his clothes, revealing a firm, round ass. His eyes sparkled with joy as he pulled out his cock. It was then my job to grease it and guide it against the puckered ass-pussy of my victim. I heard the drifter scream as Master rammed him hard. I pulled the drifter’s face against my pussy so I could feel his pain and the vibrations of his cries. It seemed to go on forever as Master violated his young ass, tearing it like raw meat. Finally, he reached his climax, filling the damaged fuck hole with cream. I screamed to the devils in hell.
I flipped him over. He babbled incoherently as I raised my stiletto over his scrotum and popped his nutsac like meat balloons. His scream was cut short when Master cut his throat. Afterward, Master would give me another dose and we’d fuck in the blood of our victim.
Tomorrow, I may be dead at his hands (or yours) but tonight I will just bask in the glory of the kill.

Castration Phone Sex Trophies

castration phone sex knife playCastration phone sex is my specialty. I’m a junk removal expert. Too many worthless pricks in this world, so I am just being altruistic, paying it forward by taking off balls. I recently discovered on accident how much fun cutting off peckers is too. I mean really, why just take the balls? They really are a set and should be kept together. Kept together in my keepsake boxes made of real foreskin. I bought this serial killer magazine awhile back and learned all about trophies. I am not your typical serial killer, however. I snuff out folks for profit and charity. There is a sexual element of course, especially when I know I am ensuring that some fuck nugget like yourself can never reproduce or enjoy any sexual satisfaction. But my primary motivation is never sexual.

On my fire place mantle, are three hand carved, foreskin covered boxes for my trinkets. One keeps my special junk removal tools. Another holds the cherished testicles. And the last one holds my new collection of worthless cocks. If you shouldn’t be reproducing, you shouldn’t be fucking. I added a really nice trophy to that box last night. Adam was a 7’0 college basketball player who preyed on drunk coeds. He messed with the wrong coed when he force fucked my step niece. She called me knowing what I would do. If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.

taboo phone sexI don’t take crap from anyone, not even a black athletic giant. My niece and I marched into the men’s locker room after a game, knowing he was the last one in there. “Can’t get enough of this nigger dick can you bitch? I see you brought a friend. Well there is plenty to go around,” he said over confidently. I begged to see his big black cock. I put a knife to his throat while my niece extracted a little CBT revenge. After she got her payback fun, I sliced his big black dong right off.  Blood spurted everywhere. My niece grabbed the knife, and took off the balls. Normally, I’m not so messy in my junk removal services, however, this fuck wad deserved to bleed out. Like the world will miss another black thug, right? Biggest cock I have ever lobbed off. In fact it was so big, I had to cut it into quarters to make it all fit in my keepsake box.

Today’s headline in my local paper was “Locker Room Massacre.” Now my cunt was wet. I guess a big fucking cock like that was more like an artery. He completely bled out and died. He was the Bill Cosby of the local college campus, because after news of his shocking death, hundreds of girls flooded the police department to report he sexually assaulted them. Mother Theresa has nothing on me. You know, I finally got to play with big black cock. I don’t get the hype. When it was all over, it was just another broke down dick.

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This Little Piggy Went To Market

taboo phone sex karmaHe had this thing that turned him on. He loved to have a bitch squeal like a pig. She had to grovel and oink for him. It was the only way he could get off. The only thing that would allow him release. At first I got a kick out of it but after a while it became annoying as hell. I had to put an end to his bull shit. Ordering the razor lined condom was the most difficult part of the entire plan. I found the perfect pig outfit and put my plan in motion as soon as the condom came in. I was going to be his last little piggy. Once I was covered in his blood and there was nothing left of his shredded dick I would cook him just like a side of pork. The best part was going to be his crunchy, crackling skin. He would be seasoned to perfection and every inch of him was going taste so good. He would be oinking and squealing for me and it would be the last thing he ever did….