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Earning Her Castration Phone Sex Badge

castration phone sex venusThis is my favorite time of year. Why do you ask? Because of all those girl scouts selling their crack in a box. They have a girl scout badge for everything, but I was surprised to find out they do not have a badge for castration phone sex. Imagine that? So, I decided to create one. Amy, my favorite little girl scout, was going to earn her badge this week. And she did. She wore an extra slutty little green dress that I made for her to taunt the dirty old men, separate the weak from the strong. Looks just like the real thing. She had a little wagon filled with crack in a box I bought at the mall stand, along with a big ass knife and a soldering pen. The first pervert to invite her inside while he looked for his wallet would lose his balls and earn her a badge in castration.

taboo phone sex venusThe first house she went to in a fancy gated community she struck gold. A local preacher man too. He invited her inside to get his money, offered her a glass of milk with a roofie. She is smarter than that because I trained her. She smelled the drugs in her milk immediately. Only acted like she drank it. Cut his balls clear off when she surprised him that she was not passed out like he thought. She had the knife tucked in the back of her dress and when she heard him unzip his pants she opened her eyes on the couch and wham, the preach man was missing his testicles. “Testicles are for winners,” she said. She never even used the soldering pen on him. She let him bleed out on the floor. Put his severed balls in his mouth , wrote “pervert” on the walls in his blood and left him for the preacher’s wife to find. She came skipping out of the house an hour later and told me the entire story. I cried tears of joy. I am so proud of my little protégé. But oh how they grow up so fast.

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I love feeling your warm blood running down my body. I rub my pussy at the blood slowly runs down to my cunt. Using your blood as my lube to rub and finger fuck my pussy, makes me so fucking horny. The sounds of your screams as I whip you makes my nipples hard. I love to see the pain in your face, the way you try to run from me while you’re tied up makes me giggle. You are never going to leave here alive. I’m going to use you, and then leave your body here for the wild animals to eat. Call me know if you want to know all the dirty and evil things I will do to you.

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Taboo Phone Sex: I Do What Other Chicks Can’t Even Imagine

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is my specialty. I do all the sick, depraved things those vanilla girls and GFEs couldn’t even imagine. Guys ask me all the time how I got so sick and dominant. Genetics. My mother was a bad ass dominatrix and daddy was her slave. I remember being a young girl watching my mom spit right in my daddy’s face several times a day. She would shame him for his little dick and pathetic nature. I was raised by a dominant bitch, however, she lacked the balls I do for anything more hardcore than humiliation. Daddy thought he could have his way with me when I was a teen. Mommy clearly wasn’t having anything to do with his little pecker. Well, I wasn’t either. The second time he tried to molest me was his last. I cut his balls off in my bed. I went to bed with a kitchen knife under my pillow waiting for him to slither into my bed again and molest me. As his fat sweaty body was on top of me, I reached under the pillow and sliced off his balls as he was shoving his cock into my young pussy. Mommy heard him screaming and crying in pain. I saw the look of horror on her face when she saw his testicles in my hand. I feared I was in trouble. But her look of horror soon turned to a wicked smile. As daddy was begging for her help, she shook her finger at him, spit in his face and told him that is what he gets for diddling his daughter. Later that night I got lots of presents from my mom rewarding me for doing what she couldn’t do. My mom gave me my disdain for most people and my feeling of superiority, but I think God gave me the inner strength to do what others are too scared to actually do.

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Because he loves me.

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” I do this to you because I love you.”

The words he says as he beats my naked body. His fist blackens my eyes, bruises my pale white skin and stretches my asshole open. I am a worthless whore who has no one in her life. He love’s my tight body. My body is his toy, every hole is his to fuck. He hits me because he loves me. Smashing my face into the floor as he pisses on my face. He does it because he loves me. He plays out his torture fantasies with me. He wants to fuck all of my holes with his fists. He wants to make me his slave, but I do not think I can make it through another night of his love. My holes are bleeding and dripping cum. He hurts me because he loves me.

Starving them for Ash Wednesday

blasphemy phone sexIt’s Ash Wednesday and that makes me excited. It’s time for my annual Catholic schoolgirl massacre. Watch the news and see how many go missing. Ash Wednesday brings out the religious nuts. They’re all bragging about fasting for Lent and sacrificing, like that no meat on Friday thing. It’s funny how fast they all turn when they’re locked in a cage doing some real fasting. Starve them all week and throw a bone to them on Friday. See how fast they will gnaw the meat off. Starve them a few more days and even the most devout will revert to blasphemy once they realize that prayer isn’t gonna save them. You should hear them cursing the God that they once believed in. I fucking love it. I masturbate to the sounds of them cursing and begging.
Ash Wednesday is just fucking weird. That ash on the forehead shit. Does it come from powdered bodies? Now that excites me. Pouring gasoline on my victims bodies (if they are lucky and not still alive) burning them extra crispy, and grinding them to a fine powder sounds like fun. Like their good book says, “”Remember that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return” (Genesis 3:19)” I just want to help them get there a little faster. Right after I violate some virgins pussies and inflict some pain.
So, run, little Catholics, pray hard that you don’t meet me on the way home from mass. Fear the devil, but fear me more.

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The dark side of Mardi Gras

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There is a light party side that every knows about Mardi Gras the side no one wants to know about, well that is where I shine. I get dressed up and go out to the parties. I am the dark sided Mardi Gras queen and you are my victim. My sexy black corset barley covers my pierced nipples. The black gem nipple ring I have in my nipples makes your mouth water. My dark piercing eyes are locked into your soul. You are mine. You look at my strappy sexy heels, up my legs. You want to rip my fish net tights and lick my bare skin. You are under my dark sexual spell. I start to walk away from the party, away from the light. The light is dim, the music is soft. You have not taken your eyes off of me. You fallowed me down a dark alley way. I stop walking as you get closer. You wrap  your arms around my waist and kiss my neck softly.

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I can feel your hard cock in my low back. I turn around smacking you in the face. You want me even more. You grabbed me and shoved me up against the wet brick wall, kissing me deeply and down my body. You get to my pussy and you start kissing my cunt through my panties. You want me so fucking bad, and I need your cum. I pull you up by your hair as you unzip your pants. You pulled your thick cock out as I lick my fingers and start rubbing my cunt. You pick me up and slide me down on your cock, fuck it feel so god damn good, it is such a shame you will never feel a woman’s warm wet pussy on your cock again. You start pounding my pussy harder and harder, I whisper in your ear to cum inside of me. I bite your neck as you blow your load deep inside of my pussy. At the moment you cum, you feel the sharp pain as I slice your neck open. Not everyone survives Mardie Gras. 

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Super Bowl Massacre

goth teen phone sexFootball. Football. I am so fucking sick of the Super Bowl already. Seems like all it does is take the attention away from a Goth Goddess like me. I don’t like being ignored. It brings out my ugly side and you know what happens when my mood is bad.
So, I was thinking about this boring game of chasing a ball. I think I’ll have my own Super Bowl. My game is so much more interesting. I’ll drug and kidnap some sports fans. Bring them out to my personal “field.” “Let’s play a game.” I’ll say. There are no teams. It’s every man for himself. The object is to grab the skull I throw out and make the goal. That’s “fantasy football.” The one who gets sacked is my next victim. I get to tie him to the goalpost while the others watch. I strip him naked. A quick punt to the nutsac leaves him puking. He will hang there, writhing in fear while the game continues.

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The men are scared now, fearing for their lives. It has become a bloodsport and they all want to live. You can smell the testosterone in the air along with the fear. They tear into each other with animal aggression. Using tooth and nail, they fight for the prize, battering each other, stomping on heads and ripping out throats. The blood is flowing into the grass now, making it slick in spots. I tie several more victims to the goal post. Oh, we are gonna have such an interesting halftime show.
It’s halftime and I can hear the moans of the battered men. Hanging limply, most of them need to be put out of their misery. I slit the first one’s throat like a pig. The second one is dead meat with an eye bulging from its socket. Two others are still alive. Time for the show!!! I kick the fat one right in the nuts like I’m going for the extra point after the touchdown. His scrotum explodes with the force, spilling testes and fuckjuice on the ground. My pussy convulses with pleasure. First down, woo-hoo. The second one is quicker and intercepts my pointed boot. I drive again but fumble. He is quick and smart. His defense is a head butt to my face which leaves me bleeding. I lick the blood from my busted lip and he smiles at me. I’ve found my accomplice and MVP. Touchdown!!!
“Hey, you wanna help me go pick up a cheerleader for some post-game fun?” His dark eyes give me my answer. And so we continue to the 3rd Quarter……

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Sadistic phone sex with Morticia

I found my mother strung out once again. High as fuck after days of her beating me and letting her friends fuck me as I was tied up. This day was the day I stood up to that fucking bitch. She was so fucking high, begging me to help her. She was laying in a pile of fucking vomit. I was tired of listening to her scream my name over and over again. I kicked her in the face with my thick boot. I laughed when the bitches teeth fell out. Her mouth was bleeding as she was crying. I took the heel of my boot , placed it on her knuckles and then stepped down. Listening to her bones break as I stepped on her. Her screams made my pussy wet. I pulled my panties down and sat on her face. I told her if she wanted to live she was going to make me cum. I rode her fucking face and when she stopped eating my cunt I stabbed her in her useless pussy.

 

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Blood Trails in the Winter Forest

goth teen phone sexI followed the trail of blood out into the snow. The bitch thought she could get away by chewing through her ropes. She didn’t realize that there was shattered glass on the floor and her cries had echoed through the basement. I laughed to myself as I let her run. Nothing but miles of woods out there. If frostbite and coyotes didn’t get her, I would.
She was one of those bitches that you just fucking hate. Perfect, rich, spoiled, driving a new Beamer that Daddy bought for her at graduation. Daddy couldn’t save her now. See, this pretty little slut fucked with the wrong girl. I was at a party with my BF, Brian. He was a classic bad boy with a eye for pretty blondes. He thought a bathroom blowjob wouldn’t hurt me. It didn’t. He died in a wreck that night. Bad brakes..hehe. But she knew that she did. I’d been in love with him. The way she looked at me and licked her lips when she came out of that bathroom haunted me. I decided to bide my time and make her life hell. I got her fired for drugs in her car. I killed her cat and left it on her porch. I hacked her email and sent ugly letters to her friends and family. I’m a cunning whore and revenge is a game. Finally, I stalked her to a club one night, drugged her drink, and then “rescued” her, telling the bartender that I would get her home safely.

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She woke up beaten in my basement, stomp marks all over her pretty face. I had cracked a rib and slashed her tits. The pain was intense despite her hangover and she moaned loudly….until she saw me. A shriek stopped in her throat and she knew she was dead. I laughed as she whimpered, leaving her to wonder how and when. Poor pretty fool figured she could escape. She was so very wrong.
She’d been wandering in the woods for over 3 hours when I found her. She had bled profusely. Her bare feet were frozen solid as were the tears on her face. There was a gaping wound on her thigh where a timber wolf had attacked her. You could see meat and bones and I knew the pack would soon be back. “Please, help me.” she mouthed. I laughed an evil laugh that echoed through the frozen forest. I turned my back on her and walked away. As I exited the darkening woods, I heard her desperate scream. It was the cold and lonely wail of a walking dead woman. The winter-starved wolves will feast tonight.

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Destroying Subby Slut, Leah

torture phone sexI hated Leah the moment I met her. She was a pitiful little subby who claimed that she got off on being used. I wondered how true that was and last night I decided to find out. It was easy. I invited her over for a client of mine who was a domme. She looked so sickening as he ball-gagged her and fucked every hole, that I had to join in and give her some real pain.

Pushing him aside, I punched her in the face. “Untie her.” I ordered him. He knew better than to fuck with me. She hit the ground hard and I was on her, kicking her with steel toed boots. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. “On the table, bitch.” She whimpered as she climbed painfully into the table. “Spread those legs.” I ordered, reaching for a red-hot curling iron that I kept plugged in for the occasion. I rammed that branding iron deep into her subby cunt and she screamed in agony. He was jerking his cock in gleeful pleasure as I throttled her to silence the racket. “What should I do with her, Master. Kill her?” “Not yet, Nat. I haven’t had my fill yet.” His laugh rumbled like an evil hiss. Angrily, I grabbed a screwdriver and stabbed her in the chest, puncturing a lung. I laughed as her lung filled with blood, making her gurgle and wheeze, as the blood filled her mouth and drooled unto the table. I dipped my finger into it and sucked it clean.

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“Damn, you got my cock hard, girl.” he muttered. “Make it happen.” Kneeling between her legs, he drove his massive fuckstick into her blistered pussy. She was screaming now and it wasn’t a subby scream anymore. It was one of pure pain and fear, which whetted my own appetite and juiced my aching cunt. “Do it, bitch.” he moaned, on the verge of explosion. I pulled her head back, revealing her rapidly beating jugulars. “NOW” he ordered. I pulled the blade across her throat, nearly severing her head, as her heels drummed on the table. The convulsing, contracting death twitch deep in her pussy pulled a huge load of cum from his own tortured balls. I screamed out loud with the force of my own orgasm. Her cooling body lie broken on the table with cum leaking from her dead pussy. I knew exactly who to call next. No sense in wasting a perfectly good dead body….

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