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Your Evil Accomplice is Just a Key Stroke Away

fantasy phone sex goth evilWhen the zombie apocalypse hits, let’s face it, we are still going to have certain needs. In fact, I do believe our killer instincts will become even more prominent, more primordial because we will be fighting for survival. Hunting will no longer be just for sport, but for survival also. We might be divided geographically, but we can still talk via the cyber text sessions we offer. So much easier to cyber text sometimes, like when hunting zombies or killing the assholes and the weak  who jeopardize our survival.  The apocalypse is close, and I am going to need accomplices. People who share my passion for survival, my passion for killing. Think of how much fun we can have together sharing the details of our kills? Sharing not only how many zombies we slaughtered, but the joy we took in eradicating the world of useless, dangerous people.  Sharing the gory details of what we did to survive, like killing a pretty stupid whore to feed on her flesh. In the apocalypse you are either the butcher or the cattle. We are the butcher.

Things will be desperate, resources scarce,  trust will be hard, but crucial if we want to win the war against the undead. We can help each other. I can share my killing secrets, you can share yours. Thanks to our cyber text sessions,  we can stay connected regardless of distance, regardless of the situation. We can hunt together. Survive together. Kill together. All thanks to the ability to cyber text one another. So, even if the situation is not as drastic as the zombie apocalypse, remember we can always stay connected. For the same price of a phone call, you can message me your darkest, sickest most depraved desires.  Your wicked accomplice is just a key stroke away.

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Let My Flesh Nourish You

cannibalism phone sex torture subbyMost women masturbate thinking about being eaten. But I bet they don’t get off thinking about being eaten how I think about it. I could care less about having my cunt eaten out or pussy worshiped. I want to literally be eaten. I want a master with a particular diet; one that requires human flesh to survive. I want to nourish my master and maybe his cruel accomplice. Look at me. I am tall, with big beautiful breasts and some meat on my bones. You could sustain yourself on my flesh for quite awhile.I bet I am delectable. 

cannibalism phone sex snuff blondeI want you to hunt me like a wild prey. Abduct me. Keep me locked up while you force feed me like a pig to fatten me up for slaughter. Then I want you to tenderize my meat, season and butter my skin. Shove and apple in my mouth and slow roast me over a fire. I wanna feel the flames engulfing me; I wanna feel my skin charring, falling off my flesh while I am slowly cooked to death for your sustenance, your survival. I wanna die slowly, painfully for your pleasure, your amusement. I want you to get off on my screams, my pain, my pleading for survival.

You know I look tasty. You know I would be scrumptious.  I bet we could cook up all sorts of yummy scenarios together. Let me feed you and your family.

 

Psycho Movie Serial Killer Wannabe

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There were these two blonde bimbos in front of me that were texting and talking through the movie. I find that annoying. When I asked them politely to shut the fuck up and watch the movie, they got rude with me. I channeled my inner psycho movie serial killer, followed them out when the movie was over. I hide in the shadows,  stalked them, watched them, followed them home. Stupid bitches left a window open. Of course I took that as an invitation. I found them laying in bed together.  They looked like they passed out. Clothes and makeup still on. This was too easy. But sometimes a quick easy kill like one of my heroes would do, is just good for the soul. I plunged my knife into the heart of bimbo #1 and her eyes opened wide, she took a big gasp, then slumped back down on the bed in a bloody pool. Bimbo #2  never even woke up. Her BFF is being snuffed out right next to her, and her drunk ass is snoring. I slit her worthless throat.

I went over to a chair in the corner, licked the blood of my knife, rubbed the blood on me into my pussy as I masturbated. Then I went home, left with an unquenchable desire to kill again. Yes there was lots of blood, which makes me hot. But they were drunk, oblivious to dying. I get off on the fear, the tears, even the screams and resistance. Where is the challenge if they don’t even realize they are being hunted, stalked and killed?  I’m like a vampire, needing to feed.  Would you like to be my accomplice? We can find some unsuspecting bitch, hunt her like an animal, kidnap her and torture her for hours, maybe even days, until we decide we are finished with her.  Sometimes I feel sorry for  my psycho movie serial killers because they play alone.

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Beg For It

I decided it was time for some anger management. Mom has been pushing me to fuck this one guy and every time I have been there at his place, he has been more then rough. He told me about the many times he has watched his daughter in the shower. He told me one time that he broke into his own house and raped his girl. She to this day has no idea that it was her daddy that broke into their our and shoved his hard cock deep inside of his sweet young little ones cunny. He buried his cock deep inside of her. Filling her up with his seed, hoping and praying he knocked her up so she would have a little one that he could play with as it grew up.

 

I love men, all men. I don’t care what they do or who they do. But for some reason this man just rubbed me the wrong way, no pun intended. So I made a plan. That I was going to break into his home and give him the same treatment that he gave his little girl. I was going to torture him but I wanted to end him fast. So I decided to bring my pistols just in case I needed them.

 

 

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When I broke in the front down I heard screams from far away I thought that I had been caught but as I crept up the stairs I could hear a little girl begging for her daddy to stop. I peeked in the door and I seen him fucking her. Had her flipped over and face down, and violating her ass. She was crying and asking him to stop. He told her he was going cum inside of her and was going to do this to her every day until he got her knocked up. I lost it. I took my guns out, one in both hands and started hitting him in the head with them until he fell off her. I was telling her it was going to be okay. She just bundled up on the bed with her knees to her chest crying.

 

I started kicking him in the face and stomach. I cocked my guns and pointed them at him and told him that today was his last day. He wasn’t going to hurt anyone anymore. I heard his daughter say ‘stop please’. All i could think was are you seriously going to stop me from killing him after what he did to her. Then she begged me to let her do. To let her kill him. That  it was her that he had hurt and she wanted to be the one to end him. I gave her one gun and kept one just in case he tried to run or she tried to turn on me. I’d just have to kill them both. She told him to roll over on his back. She started stepping on his dick. And then she stuck the gun in his mouth and told him to suck on it. Kicked him each time he fought it. And then.. She blew his fucking brains out. I might just have myself a new side kick.

Someone Has a Lesson to Learn

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 This stupid bitch really pissed me off when she started running her mouth. She should have learned her lesson the first time I beat the crap out of her and fucked her with my pistol. Yeah, right, a bimbo knows no better and I am going to really teach her this time. My gang, well four of them anyway, and I will be paying her family a little visit tonight.

At a half past midnight we made our move on the house. Slipping in the back door after professionally jimmying the lock we prepared ourselves for gathering the occupants. I went directly to the little sluts room myself. Awakening the floozy I taped her mouth bound her wrists and held my gun to her back as I led her down to the main room where my guys had her family.

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Seeing her sister, brother and both parents all bound back to back had her whimpering. The little slut was drug down to watch as we tortured and fucked her family with whatever objects we could find. The whole time blaming her for what they are going through. Explaining to her family how fucking stupid the little wrench is. I walked over to her father ran the blade of my knife gently along his neck as I whispered how I have little remorse for the family of this little whore. I went into how she will be taught a lesson at their expense as the first attempt of beating the crap out of her didn’t work. All the while I crawl on top of her old man and started fucking riding his cock. Making his wife watch as I fucked her husband and to let her see how much he was fucking enjoying my cunt on his dick.

The four guys had her mother bent over a table and they took turns fucking her ass. They took her hard and rough, she fucking liked it. We laughed as we sliced the brother and sisters clothes off. The dumb bitch started begging me, she was sobbing and begging to please let her kill her family to make up for her dumb mouth. I looked at her and laughed. “You’re not getting off that easy sweet pea” I cooed at her.

“You see sweetums, your family  doesn’t deserve this, and are suffering for your actions, but that’s just how things work”. I walk around her caressing my knife around her neck as I circled her. “You filthy slut, I am going to let them take their feelings that have been invoked this evening, out on you”. With that I pull her mother up and hand her my knife while my gun is fixed on her. “Go ahead mother, let your dirty slut daughter get what she deserves, you know you’re dying to get your revenge for the shit you’ve gone through tonight, heck all her life she’s brought you grief, go ahead…” With that the mother sank my dagger in her daughter’s chest with all her might. She hit the bullseye, and we all stood there watching the dumb whore bleed out. 

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Blood Doctrine Part One

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I remember being pulled out of my room, I couldn’t see anything, it was so dark, I woke up to hands around my arms, I thought it was a dream, they were gentle, it was surreal. How was I supposed to know that in the darkness of my safe home five people were very gently taking me into their hands all at once, scooping me up and lifting me. I didn’t realize it until we descended the stairs and went to the driveway of my home. I don’t remember being scared, I was too tired, I thought it was some fucked up joke my dad and his friends were playing on me.
It wasn’t them though, when my eyes were fully open, I was sitting in the back of a dimly lit van, there were other girls in there, the ones that carried me, and a few boys, but I wasn’t use to seeing girls.
“We saw you,” one said, brushing my hair from my eyes, “through your window, yesterday night…”
One of the guys, much more firm in tone, unlike the girl’s airy voice said, “they just sorta knew you were our number six,” then he smiled at me, turning back to the face the front of the car after having backed up.
“Right… for what?” I asked, but one of the girls was already unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off of me slowly, stripping me.
I wasn’t resistant, being stripped was something I was use to, she seemed pleased by this, but I was not use to being reclothed, and when she draped a cloak, over my shoulders, I was shocked. The people in the back quickly did the same, stripping and pulling on cloaks.
I could see a house, we were pulling up to someone’s house, the lights were still on, two cars in the driveway. Where were they taking me?
“What’s your name?” A young blonde girl asked me as she slipped out of her panties.
“Kali, my name is Kali.”
“I’m Debby, you can call me Debs, everyone does.”
Then, one by one, the five strangers added names to each of their faces as they cloaked themselves.
We left the van, they were telling me I was going to join them, this was like an initiation, they all went through it at least once, and I would be stronger if I made it out of it fine.
If?
I decided not to question, and I realized there was a knife in the pocket of my cloak, and Adam, he was loading a gun.
When James came back around from the other side of the house, he had blood on his face, and his hands, “Someone was outside, you guys, but they left the back unlocked, we gotta do this quick, ok?”
I didn’t know what to do, I’d never hurt anyone, why were they doing this, who were they, what kind of group was this. My mind flooded with questions that seemed to come with no reply, so I stood there, stiff and awkward, my chest rising and falling a little more quickly as Sophia took my hand and lead me down the path to the back yard in which we would make our entrance into the house.
That’s when I saw the corpse, neck slit, stab wounds to the head, bubbled blood pouring past his lips.
I felt sick.
I felt…..
Nora leaned down, looking the man in the face, handing me her knife and whispering “hold on a second, a necklace slipping from her robe, I hadn’t noticed it until now, but it was decorated in human teeth, why could I only see them now? In the car I was so dazed, I thought they were shells.
But there she was, bending down and placing a foot on the corpse’s head, fingers firmly placed on one of his front teeth only to give a rough yank, enough to slip it from the bloody maw with a cruel snap. 
She looked pleased…
I, without much pride left, vomited in the bushes. 
Then they pulled me inside… 

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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

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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.

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Blood On The Water

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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.