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My Nightmare

Asleep, deeply asleep but it all seems so real, feel, smell, taste… real. It’s as though I am in some weird wacked out trance or some alternate reality. This all started out rather fuzzy but progressed into a very real experience. Have you ever experienced a dream or nightmare that was very real?

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I was in bed asleep when he came in through my window. The feel of leather caressed my thigh and I stirred as this individual, creature of the night stood over me with his leather gloved hands upon me. I gasped and felt his gloved hand over my mouth, and he leaned in close to me. As he leaned in I smelled a rancid dead flesh smell emanating from him. He leaned in really close as he punctured two tiny holes in the fleshy part of my breast. I felt immobilized instantly, and when he removed his hand from my mouth my attempt to scream was no more than a silent scream.

Paralyzed and unable to make a sound I felt myself get up and on my feet. I was embraced by this thing and lifted into the air and out my window. As we soared over rooftops and trees I felt weightless and had this amazing sensation overtake me. We landed in a room that was exquisitely decorated like a turn of the century rich man’s den or gallery.

Within this room there laid a young maiden pale and fair haired. She was drugged up, and her eyes looked filmed over but wild. I was led to her side and told to eat. I looked at my companion abductor but could not quite view his face, I saw dark glasses, grey skin, and red lips that smiled upon me. I turned back to the girl only to see she was indeed bloodied and flesh ripped about her small frame. “Eat” he repeated to me as a hunger suddenly overcame me and like a rabid animal I began tearing flesh from her body with my mouth. I ingested this flesh and blood stained my mouth and chin.

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I awoke and felt a pang of hunger and upon arising from my bed I noticed dirt and blood stains on my gown. I also noticed that I had been violated sexually in both my ans and vaginally. What actually happened?

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: Random Acts of Violence

knife play phone sex blood gothIt’s Halloween time. My favorite. Normally, I am not a knife wielding psychopath unless provoked. If I am gonna cut a bitch or stab a tool, they have usually deserved it. But something about Halloween brings out my inner Michael Myers.  You know, stone cold killer, no rhyme or reason to his victims. Last weekend, I was walking around my neighborhood and I just felt homicidal. Felt compelled to kill. To just kill for fun. So I started creeping around in backyards looking for blood to spill, flesh to tear.

Then I saw them, a family of four on their back porch carving pumpkins. They looked idyllic, almost like out of some Good Parenting magazine or something. That made me hate them. Made me want them snuffed out, even the little ones. I walked right up on their porch too. Showed them my knife collection and asked if I could help carve pumpkins. They looked a little taken a back, but still they invited me in. A strange woman, with knifes, trespassing in their back yard. Yeah they deserved to not live.knife play phone sex evil snuff

I played the game with them for awhile to give them a false sense of security, then the carnage and mayhem began. I tied them all up to chairs and put them face to face. Mommy son, daddy daughter. I like to watch the fear in their eyes. I like to see the “why us” look in their faces. Sometimes there is no why. Just opportunity. Like today. And maybe if they had been a bit smarter they could have lived.

I like to play games with my prey. I told Daddy if he wanted his sweet innocent offspring to survive he was gonna have to prove his love.  I told him to kiss her, a big romantic one too. And he did. He hesitated and got a knife in his thigh, but then he did. I told him I could spare her life if he fucked his baby girl. I told Mommy the same thing about her son. You would think they would do anything to spare their wee one’s lives. Guess love does have some bounds. Sad really. If my life depended on it, If the life of a loved one depended on it, I would saw off my arm.  And Mommy and Daddy won’t have sex with their offspring. Would you do anything I said if your loved one’s lives depended on it?

knife play phone sex evil killI snuffed them all out right there on their porch. Total blood bath. I went into a frenzy with my knives. Slaughtered the innocent lambs first so I could enjoy watching their parents cry and plead. I enjoyed telling them too that their blood was on their hands. They could have prevented the slaughter. My knives covered in blood, I let mommy and daddy have a taste. Sick, I know, but fun too. They didn’t really love their brats or they would have done whatever I asked without hesitation.  The pumpkins they were carving now covered in their blood too.

knife play phone sex bloody sadisticThe real fun was slaughtering mommy and daddy. Random senseless acts of violence make me feel good. A knife in an artery with a slow bleed out while looking into your partner’s eyes as you die, pretty darn entertaining. Oh the shit they say to each other. The confessions they make. Guess they wanna die with a clean conscious or some silly shit. But I sat there, watching them make  their dying confessions, profess their love yada yada yada. Blood spurting everywhere. Turned me on actually. Blood spraying me like that is an aphrodisiac. I need an accomplice. Someone I can trust. Be so much more fun to share both my random and not so random acts of violence with a partner who gets off on the blood, the violence, the torture too. Is that you?

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Blood On The Water

killer phonesex knifeThe flyer said it was a midight cruise. A murder mystery would need to be solved. The night promised to be full of intrigue, gore and death would lurk around every corner. I stood there reading the flyer and thinking about how much fun it would be to sabatoge the “fake” killing with some real death. To replace the staged sceenes with real sceenes of murder. My cunt dripping as I imagined the fun of it all and knowing that the prize fund for solving the mystery would not be taken by anyone but myself beause I would create a  new story, a real murder. How long would it take for the creators of the cruise to figure out  that someone else hadd taken control? How much fear and mayheme could I create in a few short hours out on the open sea? I knew I had to get a ticckeet and take this cruise I had to create mass chaose. There would be a method to my madness and no seblane of order of any kind. As the night approached my anticipation began to grow. I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I walked up the ramp to load the eerie vesel. The fear it was intended to envolk was nothing compared to what was about to come. Looking around at all the passangers laughing and drinking as the excitement built and the boat slipped out of the dock I silently creamed my panties. Slipping away to the galley so that I could procure a beautiful butcher knife, my heart was pounding. I took my place at the table in the dining hall an listened to the grisly tale that was being weaved for the festivities to begin. As soon as the place of the murder was  mentioned I went and found my victim, sliding my knife deep into her soft flesh then pulling it out and watching the blood flow my cunt juices began to flow in unison. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened and the  blood curtling scream pierced the air. Mingling in with the other passangers while they examined the sceen of what they thought was a staged murder, listening to them watching them ad deciding who I was going to take out next  was almost moore then I could stand. One by one I slaughtered them all. Floating on the open sea, laying on the deck covered in blood, I rested before throwing them over board one at a time. What a beautiful thing to watch the bodies hit the water in the moonlight, slowly sinking into the dark abyss.killer phonesex knife

 

Blood Rain

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   This dream I had the other night was rather bizarre. I suppose it had to do with the horror movie marathon we did that evening. I was the accomplice to a murderous scientist that managed to manipulate a virus into blood rain. My flesh was greyish green and I had wounds and scars all over me. The hideous scientist would inject me with his penic loaded with antiviral serum by fucking me in every hole.

This evil genius was so fucking hideous and he had this huge penis that oozed green serum. I was force fed this goo with his cock shoved in my mouth. He kept calling me his sinlicious accomplice. I am his succubus seducing and infecting my victims of both sexes. My cunt will infect them with a deadly virus and while this all is going on the rain turns to blood full of viral molecules. 

My scientist of pure evil manifestations continues to infect others making a whole new breed of anti-humans. These things are wandering the streets feeding on human victims and infecting those they allow to live. People fear the zombie apocalypse, but the real fear should be of these things that look fairly normal. They cloak themselves to appear normal and the only telltale sign are their red eyes. 

The creatures real identity will only manifest during their feasting period while they penetrate victims with their unsightly fuckrods of venom. There doesn’t seem to be a cure for this continued manipulation of the human DNA as my mad scientist continues to manipulate and alter the molecular structures being released into the air we all breathe. 

Please, I would beg my scientist of manipulation, stop this madness! Begging him I willfully take his cock inside me allowing him to fill me with his serum, to compel him to bring this epidemic to an end. Please help me in spreading the word or I will fuck you into oblivion. 

Delectable Flesh

I was invited to a party by one of my male friends Robbie and he promised me there would be alot of coke available and plenty of alcohol. This girl can’t pass up a chance to get wasted *wink*. Robbie picked me up just after 9pm, and I was dressed in some spiderweb hose a short scarlet red skirt with a shear meshlike red blouse over a lacey black bra. I also wore some red leather low boots with stiletto steel heels.

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Robbie seemed to really approve of my outfit as he seemed to pop a woody almost immediately. Poor baby, so I gave him a hand and blow job as he drove us to the party. We arrived at this big old house off any main road and it was kinda secluded with an old graveyard flanking it’s rear. As we pulled up I was excited in how creepy the backdrop was for a perfect Hell-o-ween party.

The majority of attendees were male and most appeared they should or were in some form of metal, death metal type bands or scenes. There were a few chicks that were very Morticia Adams types. I did notice a couple younger chicks that appeared WAY out of place, and seemed to be uncomfortable and getting fucked up quickly. I had to muffle a laugh.

Robbie looked at me and mouthed that they were “prey” and will be used for the center of the entertainment. He mentioned they were actually being fed spiked drinks so they would be good and ready when it’s time. For some reason that sent shivers down my spine. I was aware of some of the twisted party’s Robbie mentioned his friends threw and how he’s come to enjoy the taste of human flesh and how good blood pudding made from human blood was.

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As the party got under way there was an accumulation of folks out back around a bonfire. As I approached a few guys were leading one of the “out-of-place” chicks who was pretty near passing out- to a place just beyond the fire. Robbie appeared at my side “let’s get in on the action, Geneva”. We approached the group just in time to see the chick was tied down to an altar and guys were slicing off pieces of her flesh and tossing it into a large cast iron kettle of wine, stock, blood and garlic. One of the Morticia type women was tending the pot and tasting the stewed bimbo as she was calling it. I had to go over and get a taste. It was delectable!

 

Dreaming or Scheming

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It was dark, and I could hear footsteps outside of my door, assuming it was my dad, or some of his friends, I went to turn the lights on and pull my top off. May as well just get ready for the fucking that normally happens. I stopped in my tracks as I glanced around, taking notice rather quickly that something about my room was very off. My bed was at center, no sheets, one pillow, metal frame, the room itself, was barren, all except for what looked to be a man sitting slumped in the corner.
“Hey!” I called out, going to grab his shoulder, to see if he was ok. He didn’t move, so I tried to pull him back, “You drunk or some-”.
I was cut off by the shock that caught in my throat, he fell backwards, the entire front of his body covered in blood, a chunk missing out of his throat, parts of his arms ripped apart.
I wasn’t sure how to feel, something about it didn’t seem real, like I couldn’t put together that there was actually a dead person in my very empty bedroom! I went to the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge, so the window was my next option. That’s when I got a look at my reflection.
He wasn’t the only bloody one.
It was all over my face, smeared and dried on my cheeks and lips.
I stumbled back, going to the door again, pounding on it, screaming for my daddy to let me out, but the door swung open, knocking me back.
The guy that came in was one of my dad’s work friends, Rick was his name, he towered over me, and when he grabbed my face with those big gruff hands of his something so strange happened, I didn’t go limp or cry like normal, I stood when he pulled me up, and as he started to take his massive cock out, I kissed his neck.
He seemed pretty happy about that for a few moments, grabbing my panties and yanking them off of me. I shoved him to the bed and for some reason… I felt so strong, because he just fell back onto his ass.
I straddled him, my fingers going to my already slick cunt as I pressed down on the cock, being filled up by him immediately as he grabbed my hips and yanked me down. I rode him like that cock was carved out for me by the gods. I don’t know how many times I came, but when he started slapping me around, I grabbed his hands with my sudden brute strength, holding them at his sides as I went from kissing him to biting him.
I remember it being his lips first, the way my teeth went through them so smoothly, I could taste his blood, and his pain. Something about the feeling was breathtaking.
He was trying to get me off of him by then, but there was no way I was giving up a good cock in my cunny just because of a little… split lip.
I kept fucking that dick, kissing and biting more at his face until the feeling of pumping blood from his neck called to me, and rather than spitting out the chunk of flesh that time, I swallowed.
That’s when I realized how hungry I was.
I kept eating him, even after I finished fucking him, I ripped his skin apart, throat torn the last few raspy breaths of his life stuck in my head like a song on repeat.
Ever bite I took, it still felt like I wanted more.
Then the door opened again.
It was time to see who was next.
That was, of course, until I woke up.
God, I was so hungry when I woke up.

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   Kevin and I have this “Unique” relationship, after all we’re both married, to other people. However, marriage isn’t the only thing we have in common, not by a long shot. The two of us met in rehab, and I still get such a rush when the powder comes out and the syringes filled with a special cocktail…

We started our fucked up “relationship” one evening when we said fuck these pencil dick meetings. We both needed a rush, so I snuck into my Aunts house (she’s a CNP), and often has what I want locked up for her home care patients. I had a key made a long time ago and she is never the most diligent on keeping accurate inventory records. I grab a couple syringes and chose my cocktail of fluid and pills.

Kevin was waiting in his van a block over I slipped out the back and through an alleyway back to his van. We drove a mile down to a secluded area. I filled a syringe with a special mixture of heroin and ketamine, and then another two with liquid cocaine and heroin. I secured the syringes and put a line down for each of us of blow, we snorted savored and were ready. Driving over to the Mall parking garage we parked and I got out. I went into the department store to hunt out our prey.

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I spotted the perfect rape phone sex fantasy victim and stalked her out to the garage. As she was approaching where we parked I made my move. This slut Belle has been on Kevin’s radar for some time now and he knew her routine. My pace picked up and as she was rifling through her bag for her keys I bumped into her hard.

Having bumped into Belle at the rear of the van I took the “bump” to plunge the syringe into her hip. She was shocked, and had no idea what was happening as the van door opened where Kevin and I shoved her into the van without anyone seeing.

Belle was groggily trying to comprehend what was happening as the drugs took effect. I bound her wrists and I slipped her panties off her and shoved them in her mouth. I started cutting Belles pretty dress off with my knife. Her flesh was so smooth I couldn’t resist slicing the blade across her wrists. Kevin parked in our secluded hideaway and  came to the back. He took in her luscious flesh the curve of her breasts and her sweet trimmed cunt.

Kevin really enjoys watching me rough her up and handed me a large black dildo from the bag with a strap-on. I strapped this huge dick on and just started wailing at her pussy making the bitch get so fucking wet. I grabbed another syringe as Kevin started getting between her legs pulling his dick out. As he was just about to slide in I slammed the needle plunging the cocktail into him.

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He was getting so fucking high and just kept fucking her with his rape phone sex fantasies. We fucked Belle all evening into day break and fucked her some more. By this time she was awake and well aware we had drugged her up and used her up. Belle will never be innocent after the night we abducted her.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How Do You Wanna Be Butchered?

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How would you like to be butchered?

knife play phne sex butcher gothBy a psychopathic wooden puppet named Blade with a knife? By a sweet camper girl named Angela, wielding a big ole butcher knife? Victor Crowley style with a hatchet? Vengeful fisherman style with a rusty old hook? Or maybe you prefer your hook Candyman style with the added benefit of a swarm of bees to sting you to death? Then there are your garden variety crazed killers fond of basic kitchen cutlery like Ghostface , Jack Torrence, Chucky, Dexter or Patrick Bateman? Lizzy Borden style with 50 whacks? Jason style with a menacing machete? Maybe you have mommy issues and would like to be butchered Norman Bates style? Freddy Krueger style with sharp metal fingers?  Hell, I will even go all Fatal Attraction on your ass and kill you and your bunny. My favorite way to butcher is Michael Myers style. Big fucking sharp knife, cold dark stare, never say a word. Just butcher you and move on to the next victim.The possibilities are endless when you have a knife loving  serial killer groupie like me. My only MO is that I use a sharp instrument. I love slicing, cutting and mutilating flesh. Such a turn on to watch a worthless POS bleed. I can imitate any one of my many knife wielding idols.

Indeed October is my favorite month. Tomorrow the games begin. Maybe you will survive, maybe you won’t.  But you will bleed, a lot.

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Culinary Exploits

I’ve had this chef pursuing me for some time now, and we’ve flirted a little in crossing paths in visiting our professional knife sharpener friend. Well this chef is a client of my friend that does blacksmithing, metal work, and services numerous culinary masters in proper care for their tools of the trade. One afternoon I was just arriving with a couple of my stilettos, and my favorite butcher and carver knives to have prepped for the weekend. I was planning a pig roast, bar-b-q and bonfire for a gang of my biker friends. I have planned on raiding a pumpkin patch later tonight to grab some pumpkins for some creative party fun.

In passing chef man we conversed briefly and he told me he really wanted me to stop in his restaurant after 9pm he had a surprise for me, and to sweeten the deal, he said he made some chocolate raspberry truffles for me. Well 9pm was still to early for my little raid so I shrugged and said maybe I’ll stop by. I actually schemed a little in my head thinking I could persuade him to assist. He has a black pick up truck that would be much easier for the heist.

I swung by his place on my bike just as the last guest was leaving. Corey greeted me in the dining room where he escorted me to the kitchen. He presented me with these really awesome truffles and poured me a red zinfandel. Sipping the wine and nibbling on a truffle I watched him as he was packing up all of his carving tools in awe. Well, I had no idea you were an culinary artist, Corey.

At that comment he turned to me with a rather glistening large carving knife. I was sitting up on a stainless steel work table as he approached me holding the knife in a rather questionable way. He stood in front of me as I started feeling light headed but was well aware his hand was on my thigh. Attempting to inch away actually seemed to fuel something inside him.

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This look came over his face both his hands where on my thighs thrusting them apart as he ran the razor sharp blade across my inner thigh. Drawing blood he leaned in and started lapping at the slit he made on my thigh. At this point I was losing consciousness. He continued to lap at the crimson stain across my inner thigh moving up his tongue sliding across my clit. He started licking along my pussy lips I could see what he was doing but couldn’t speak or move. He would lick at the cut and then run his tongue with my blood on it over my clit and suck it before probing inside my cunt with his tongue. Going in and out of consciousness I saw him grab another shiny tool. In the little consciousness I had I caught a glimpse of a fair skinned blonde female, naked in the corner tied to a chair. I couldn’t tell if she was alive and kept drifting in and out.

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He wheeled her over in front of me, and reached out to steady me as he lifted the wine to my lips again. It tasted different, iron, warm tangy… mmm… this wasn’t wine. I was awakening a little and he made sure I could see the other female in front of me. He took a smaller paring knife like blade and started running the blade over her flat chest, in a pattern. Yes, a pattern.  It seems he was carving something in this females flesh. He was carving my name across her chest. He went and grabbed another tool, a motorized rotary tool. I tried hard not to watch but he wouldn’t have it.

Corey grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and had attached a large steel circular blade to the tool. Putting the motorized saw in my hand he guided my hand and blade to this females wrist. Spattering blood her flesh tears the sound of the blade hitting the bone her eyes fling open terror in her face. She makes no noise as her tongue was cut out. Corey looked at me and kissed me forcing the removed tongue in my mouth mouthing for me to chew. He puts the wine to my mouth and i gulp it down. The tongue had been sauteed in balsamic and olive oil, and tasted divine.

“You’re now my accomplice Dusty, why carve pumpkins when we can carve something more fulfilling?”

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Carving in the Field

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I love pumpkin carving season. There are so many evil things I can associate with Halloween. Hunting, capturing, snuffing, and than turning the flesh to art has to be one of my favorite activities. Have you ever looked up the many missing person cases that accumulate right around the harvest season?

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Pumpkin patches can be so much fun. Have you ever gotten lost in the corn maze? Well, if you have than you probably felt the stare of something you can’t quite see? You walk and walk, soon you can not seem to find your way back. I especially love when you enter at dusk and by the time the sun sets you really are lost. No one around to hear you scream when I take you. Drag you into the corn, and off of the maze. You’re grabbing at the corn trying to stop the abduction.  I love watching as you are almost unconscious, and you feel the first cut into your skin. I laugh cause I watch that fear take over you as you can now see the other ones. Precious fear cut into their faces for eternity. Such beauty! All around us an army of bloody scarecrows. Your fate has been sealed.

You finally take your last few raspy breathes as you see me drag one, two, maybe three more to my outside art studio. All ages can have so much fun here! I love a variety of carvings. From the young to the old. I do not discriminate.

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