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Piss Angel

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He used to bring me such happiness, as most boyfriends do. Not many things other than hunting bring me joy. And I have known him all my life. He was my last reminder of the lighter side of life. I actually enjoyed life when I was with him. But that was over now. I was foolish to think I could stand in darkness and light, I had to end it. I must eliminate my enemy.

I watch from across the street, sitting silently in a bed of rotting flowers that are waiting patiently for the morning sun. The sky is a dark gray, clouds have sealed off the earth from god’s eyes. Streetlights.. one by one flicker and die. I smile to myself as I watch silently into his window.. his silhouette is joined by another, slowly pissing me off that they continue to breathe. I look over at my bag, inside are the tools I will need to bring this night to a close. Bolt cutters, splashed with congealed blood and bits of bone, perfect for removing digits. My switchblade, small and sharp, perfect for silencing voices. And tonight I will use my gun, each bullet with his name on it… carved carefully.

I decided what I wanted just then. To stand over both of them, and watch them. Breathless, bloodied.. eye sockets dry and empty. Mouth agape, tongue swollen.. scratches and chunks out of the skin. Seeing your silent screams paused in the sky. So beautiful, like a bird flying in circles. I want to reach out and take it.. put your scream in my pocket covered in blood. It will be a meal for later. I am hungry to end it, and end it now.

I started to sing to myself

I see you headless with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible
So unknown
A coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth

**Song cited : Piss Angel by Pig Destroyer**

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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: A Real Bloody Mary

cannabalism phone sex torture bloodyCannibalism phone sex is a real fetish. And it is a lifestyle for some. Some people just have a special appetite, require a unique diet. One of my Master’s has such an appetite. Today, while I was in his dungeon being tortured, he had a pretty young thing that he had kidnapped for his wife. Master made me watch as he snuffed her out. She laid there on a cold slab, tied down, begging for her life. Master enjoyed watching her beg and plead for survival. Then, with no warning, he slit her throat and watched with joy as the blood gushed out of her neck, bringing her to her death. Master’s wife, drank her blood as it ran from her neck. I was watching in horror, afraid I would be next. I was fleshier than that waif of a girl, and could imagine my body would provide more sustenance for him and his wife.

But this was not about nourishment; it was about teaching me. Teaching me to enjoy flesh. Master dissected that young girl like a butcher cuts up a cow for parts. Master was meticulous in how he filleted her flesh. He made me watch every horrifying cut. He carved her flesh off her bones and put it in a big bowling pot. Flesh stew he called it. Then, the most awful thing I have ever witnessed befell my eyes. He cut out all her organs: heart, brain, kidneys, liver, intestines, lungs… He threw them in a blender and hit puree, making an internal organ smoothie, which he claimed was oh so yummy. He made stew with her flesh and smoothies with her organs. I was mortified and scared.cannibalism phone sex big tits milf

Master poured that  bloody concoction into a big glass, and even put a straw and a stalk of celery in it like it was a fucking Bloody Mary. I thought he and his wife were gonna drink it, but it was meant for me. Master wanted me to taste creamed organs as he called it; not only a delicacy but supposedly a very iron and nutrient rich drink. Master’s wife, who was covered in blood and munching on chunks of flesh, took the ball gag out of my mouth, while he held my head back and forced my mouth open. His wife poured that bloody smoothie down my throat and so I couldn’t spit it out, she put the ball gag back in my mouth. I felt  guilty. Not guilty because I was alive and she wasn’t. Not guilty because I was now a cannibal like Master and his wife. But guilty because I liked it.

Victim Turned into Evil Phone Sex Accomplice

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Daddy doesn’t take too kindly to disrespect. The other day daddy found out two of his most trusted soldiers were skimming money off the top of his operations. He kept quiet about it but voiced his frustrations on me and to me when we had alone time. He would fuck me roughly, slapping me in the face and yelling about how much of a dirty bitch I was. After he was finish abusing me he let me stay in his bed, something very unusual for me. He would then say how loyalty is hard to come by and he couldn’t believe he was betrayed like that. He asked my opinion on  what to do and being the distraught locked up victim I am I just told him what I would do if I ever had the chance to seek revenge on my sorry excuse of a husband. 

I would beat him senseless, taking all my anger out on his face, and body leaving his dick and balls for last. I would  give him that drug where you can’t move a muscle but you can still feel everything. Then cut his precious manhood off. Not only would I do that but I would put them in a blender with cut up glass and maybe a finger and some toes. Make him watch me blend together a sweet smoothie for him to drink. And since daddy has two dishonest soldiers well, more smoothies for the both of them.

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Daddy appreciated my evil mind. I even assisted him in making these smoothies for his victims to drink. After they drank it, he gang raped them until they both were near death. I sat there and looked at them and vowed never to be disloyal. Even when the beatings are unbearable, This slave is here to stay. 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus

murder phone sex fantasies goth teenI have a confession to make. There are a lot of folks out there that annoy the fuck out of me. I have no tolerance for stupidly, even less for self entitled misogynistic pricks. A few months ago,  I met this dude who runs a tattoo and piercing place in his apartment.  I was looking to get my nipples pierced.  Turns out he had some penthouse type apartment  with a huge balcony and wonderful view of the city. Nicer than any place I had been in. I paid him for the nipple rings, then I took my top down and got ready to be pierced.  He said he needed to strap me down so I didn’t wiggle and loose a nipple. I figured it sounded logical. He was professional up until he pierced me. As soon as that stud went through my left nipple, he pulled out his cock and started jacking all over me.  I was strapped to that table. I was calling him every name in the book. He got on top of me as if he was gonna penetrate me. But, he underestimated my desire to control my body and what is done to it. I said, come up closer, let me suck your dick. Tried to tell him he didn’t have to force himself on the willing. Instructed him to feel my cunt if he had any doubts. He didn’t know that my pussy was wet because I was about to hurt him deadly.

He straddled my face and put his worthless pecker in my mouth. I mean a real man doesn’t have to force a woman. I bit that sucker clean off too. Blood was spurting everywhere. I was covered in blood. Yummy, sticky, sweet tasting blood. He curled up on the floor in fetal position and screamed in pain. Took me a few minutes to finagle the knife outta my pocket and cut that strap freeing myself, but I did. I am not without my resources. I leaped off that table, spit his limp dick in his face and kicked him in his balls. I then took my knife slashed him a few times.  I sat back, covered in his blood and masturbated as he laid there moaning and crying like a pussy.

He didn’t deserve to live. You can’t violate a woman and think you can get away with it. He was crying like a baby on his floor, begging for mercy, offering to pay me whatever I wanted. I wanted his life, nothing more, nothing less. Self entitled prick thought he could buy my mercy, buy my silence. But how to snuff him out? I could just stab him a few more times and let him bleed out like the worthless pig he is or I could push his sorry ass off his balcony. I went with option B. I dragged him to the balcony, forced him up on his feet and pushed him over the railing. Took almost no strength as he was little snippet of a man weak from bleeding. Very troll like. He landed in a garbage bin. How perfect was that? He would be taken out with the trash, like the garbage he was. Not a person in site either. It was fate.  I had his DNA all over me. I could claim self defense if I had too. I could hear it now, “Yes officer,  he tied me down and sexually assaulted me and when I broke free he tried to kill me. I was just defending myself, so I grabbed a knife and just slashed frantically to keep him away from me. I guess we ended up on the balcony and he fell over. I had no choice, he was gonna kill me.”  Of course they would believe me. If they ever found him, his loss of manhood could be attributed to the fall or rats. They would never find his worthless cock anyway because I took it as a souvenir. A reminder that no man would ever assault me again.

Turns out though, no one missed his worthless ass. I am sure I was not the first woman he forced himself on, but I was certainly gonna be the last. Hell, I’ll castrate you if you want. Felt good to go all Loreena Bobbitt on a piece of human trash. If you don’t know how to use it properly, you shouldn’t have it anyway.

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Killer Phone Sex Slut Ivy

killer phone sex ivyIt all happened so fast. Dave called me over when his wife left, as usual. He bitched about her and how she didn’t want to give him any pussy and blah blah blah. I told him he should just let me snuff the uppity bitch. Her pussy can always be replaced. Of course he loved the idea but was too chicken to go through with it. We went along with our night, Dave said wifey shouldn’t be coming home until late, which gave me a brilliant idea. I slipped something in Dave’s drink for the night. It would leave him awake long enough for me to fuck him real good and make it seem like the sex knocked him out. 

After he was out for the night, I grabbed his phone and text his wife that she needed to come home. I knew it would take a few hours but like I expected she arrived around 2am. I greeted her and told her not to worry. I put it on you so good you were knocked out and she shouldn’t bother you. Of course she was livid but no one is as evil as I can be so her anger was happy thoughts to me. She met me upstairs and tried to put her finger in my face and called me all kinds of bitches and sluts and whores. I laughed. Maybe if you were fucking Dave like his personal slut or whore then you wouldn’t have to worry about other bitches creeping in your marriage. Dumb Bitches… 

She charged towards me but it was already to late, somehow she tripped and fell over the balcony.. hahaha yea we will stick to that story. 

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And well Dave couldn’t call the police. How would he explain he was having an affair. It would have looked like a set up right? We basically made her disappear…. my specialty. After a long day we went home and I fucked him until he was knocked out all over again. This time without the drugs. 

I’M INto CHoking your life And RaidinG your pEace of mind

Wanna know what gets me wet? Seeing the fingerprint imprints my hands make as I’m squeezing the breath out of your slimy throat. I like watching the abrasive red splotches darken to deep purple bruises as a result of my handiwork. It takes serious skill to stop the convulsing long enough to get a good knee kick into the underside of a fucking guy’s chin. An elbow across the forehead will split apart the skin . . . and as the blood is pouring out of the slash in his head, I’m doing an uppercut with my fist connecting all the pieces. It brings a smile to my face every time I see it. Maybe someday I’ll be a good little girl and pray before dinner, but for now, if you’re gonna fuck with me, be prepared to fear it…

Home Invasion Phone Sex * Brother and Sister

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Next to hunting down victims, the best thrill is being a good accomplice. But even better is when my partner in crime plays a victim too. They don’t want to be known as an evil doer, and that gives me so much more room to play. This time it was a very dirty man who wanted to fuck his sister. He had always wanted her, but was so Home Invasion Phone Sex Reagan much older than her. It had to look like I was going to force him to fuck her. I waited till the evening and when I saw them inside alone, I entered the house through the back door. I did not even bother to hide who I was, since there would be no witnesses after tonight.

Of course the stupid slut screamed, I was expecting that.. so I sucker punched and knocked her out. Her brother tied her up good and tight and when she awoke I had a gun to his head a knife to her throat and I told her to open wide. Brother marked his territory alright, and she choked it down through tears. I did not even have to say a word, brother told her he was being forced to violate her or I would kill them both. I just laughed. What a lying sack of shit, right?

He had his way with her, fucked every hole while she cried like a dumb bitch. It was fun to watch cause I knew this would not be a happy ending. After I grew tired of her cries and his grunts of carnal lust at the expense of his sister, I shot them both. And since I did not touch a thing. I just wiped my prints off the gun and put it in his hands. Another murder suicide. One of my best staged scenes.

Distruction Is A Great Cover

snuff phonesex karmaI will never forget the urge to go to Mississippi after hurricane Katrina hit. Seeing all the destruction on tv made my cunt yearn to be there. So I packed a bag and hit the road. The destruction didn’t disappoint me. Buildings everywhere reduced to rubble, the wood no more then match sticks. The flooded streets had bloated bodies floating face down. The smell of death was in the air. It made me feel alive. And what better time to go on a killing spree? Fuck so many people were dead and missing that this was the perfect cover and I took full advantage of it. I wasn’t picky, I killed anything I saw that was still alive be it human or animal. Blood covered my hands for weeks while I wondered around. No one noticed, no one paid attention. People were to self absorbed in their pain and suffering. Pain and suffering that served to keep my cunt hotter then hell. It was two weeks of sensory over load for my wicked ass. All the pain all the suffering all the death and the ability to kill at will in any way I wanted to. Knowing that I was leaving and that the body count was so fucking high anyway, the cops and national guard worried about looting and providing shelter, food and water to survivors that they wouldn’t even be thinking about looking for me. I was in and out of town in a flash. It was the best vacation I have ever taken. The first of many visits I have made since to disaster zones to get my fill of blood. snuff phonesex disaster

Taste For Virgin Blood

You enjoy taking me from the inside and working your way out. Nothing excites you quite like that first stream of blood running out of my pussy. I remember the first time you made me bleed. It seems so long ago. U spread my leg and your digusting mouth hung open, drooling over my fresh virgin blood.  You dipped your fingers in and tasted it like a tot tasting cotton candy for the first time.

You made me taste it as well. The coppery flavor of the first blood drove my senses wild. I was so young, and you are so evil. I didn’t want to like it. I didn’t want to like you. But there we were, sharing my virgin blood. Together in a moment of horrow with blood on our lips. You took everything from me that day, and have continued to own my life every day since.

Now you must use your knives and your barbed tools to create that blood dripping from my tiny pussy. Its red, its real, but nothing is satisfying you like that first blood. You get angry and take your rages out on me. You beat me, cut me, burn me, and yet nothing can give you what you want. You took it too soon you stupid,greedy,evil man. That earns me another slice across my chest. But it enrages you even more that you know I like it.

You taste the blood from my chest, and spit it back in my face. It will never be good enough. My body is full of the blood you thought would quench you, but it doesn’t. You need my help. Please let me go and I promise I will lure in what you desire so. I promise I will come back. You have power over me, and I know you are almost ready to trust me. Trust me and make the deal that will quench your bloody taste.

Demon Fucking Tearing Me Apart

You let the creature loose inside my cell. He is grotesque. Some sort of fucking monster. Is this what you’ve been working on? This is the evil creature you swore you would create to terrorize us girls, your prisoners? Oh my god, what the fuck does it want? Its not even human but you gave it a huge cock?? You’re going to have this monster fuck me?

You rage with laughter as your creation is alive and hungry for exactly what you programmed to be hungry for – pussy and flesh.  My blood runs cold as your monster grabs ahold of me. There is nothing behind its eyes except blackness and hunger. Its no less than a wild animal with the strength of 5 men. It grabs me and begins to sloppily grope my naked body, hungry and curious. Its cock is huge and hard and slimy, just like the rest of it.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Get this thing out of my cell before it hurts me!! Its too late, I am in its grasp and even you couldn’t save me now. You’ve created an evil even greater than your own. You plan to watch this thing fuck me to shreds.  I feel faint but I feel its digusting breath breathing all over my body, smelling me like a fucking animal. It shoves me to the ground and climbs on top – its cock poking at my tiny body searching for the wet pussy it wants as it howls a noise like I have never heard before.

Its cock finds my cunt and it doesnt hesitate as it slams it deep inside. I can feel my pussy rip apart and the blood begin to flow. I see the creatures eyes dilate from the scent of fresh blood, and it shows its teeth – like a row of knives – and it buries its mouth deep into the side of my neck as it fucks me…  The last thing I see is you, youre watching with such pride… Your work is coming to fruition right before your eyes.