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Necrophilia Phone Sex with Toni: Dead Dolls

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Death has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl I heard my first death rattle, but it was watching her eyes glaze over that fascinated me the most. Her name was Molly, we were both 10 years old-I HATED her. She was the first person I remember hating actually, there was just something about her that really pissed me off. It wasn’t just those pretty pink ribbons she wore in her light blonde hair, seeing them that day is just what triggered my attack. What really bothered me was her fucking attitude!
Molly’s last day above ground was a cloudy Saturday afternoon. I caught her wandering through the woods in my backyard picking flowers and cornered her. At first she thought it was joke, she even laughed a little. It was funny until I had both of my tiny hands wrapped tightly around her throat. Then, suddenly she took the situation seriously.
That bitch tried to fight back too! Can you believe that? She tried to grab my hands and throw me down on ground, but obviously that didn’t work. All of her struggling just wasted energy which probably made her die even faster. Poor little slut didn’t even have time to pray before her last breath passed through her lips. Seconds later, Molly’s eyes were blank. I stared into them for about five minutes, but snapped out of it once I realized I had to get rid of her body. Foolish girl I was, I just kicked her corpse into the river and watched it float away.

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Ever since then I’ve been addicted to death. Not just murder or watching someone die, I love everything about it. When I was 16 I straggled a boy named Eddy. It didn’t matter that he was 18 and on the wrestling team, he still died very easily. I started off on top of him, riding his thick throbbing cock. I continued like that for awhile, but when I got bored I wrapped my hands around his throat. He struggled while I was fucking and choking him at the same time, but it didn’t save him. Eddy filled my soaked cunt with his last load of cum just seconds before he died, it was fucking amazing! That was the first time I ever killed someone while their prick was still inside me and now I do it every chance I get.
Maybe I enjoyed it too much the first time. Is it bad that I kept Eddy around for awhile? I mean, it wasn’t for long because of the smell. Couldn’t have been more than a week before I found a replacement. Don’t worry I had a lot of fun with Eddy, with a massive dick like his I didn’t mind that he was dead. Watching him decay more and more each day was just as exciting as fucking him. Once I threw Eddy, I found plenty more toys to play with. I’ll never run out the world has an endless supply!!

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My Little Meat Market

Cannibalism phone sex choice cutsIt isn’t any secret that I love the taste of human flesh. If you butcher it correctly and choose your meat carefully you would be surprised at just how tender and tasty it is. I can’t count the number of times I have served human meat at my dinner table and had my guests marvel at the unique flavor,  how the meat melts in the mouth and how tender and juicy it is! I usually hunt my own meat and that is so much fun, however sometimes I do go to a farm I know of that specializes in the finest human meat. Just like a hog farm, I can go examine the specimens and pick the finest one. They will even butcher my choice for me. Several months ago I decided to open a human meat market. To date it has been very successful. The meat is selling off the shelves almost faster then I can keep them stocked. My butchers are working over time and I have even had to go over and butcher myself here and there. Not that I mind that at all, I love getting my hands dirty. No one really knows what kind of meat I sell but everyone sure loves it. I am making money hand over fist, no pun intended!cannibalism phone sex market

My Planned Escape

Journal Entry

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It has been a hard few weeks.  I can’t see my family I’m held as their humble servant.  I’m still their money train so until I quit producing they won’t allow me to leave.   I cry and whimper so much I want to escape, maybe with dinner tonight I can conjurer up something to help.

Tonight’s dinner consisted of breaded tenderloin and a baked potatoes.  I been losing weight, I can’t eat with the plastic utensils they provide me.  At this moment I stood my ground if you want me to eat, I need proper fork and I need something to cut this with.  They must have been preoccupied because I got a real fork and a steak knife.  I thought to myself at last maybe I can get free.  I sat and ate feeling accomplished, and planning my departure.  I can’t help but to feel tonight is the night.  After I ate and performed their meagerly tasks they have me do, I put my plan into action.

I sneak up behind one of the captors and apply the knife they left me to their neck.  I apply pressure leaving serrate marks, demanding they let me go.  He rises with me, knife still firmly in place.  At a flash of second he slams me against the door frame. The force is so strong it dislodges the knife from my hand and falls several feet away. I am hopelessly lost.

Next thing I feel is sharp pain in my gut, and fall to floor.  I awaken on a cold steel table, the lights are bright I feel this immense heat near my feet.  I see through blurring vision one of the captors coming toward me with a glowing object.  I hear them whisper in my ear, you will never be free you are ours.  Your body and soul belongs to us, this is just a reminder that you are just merely property.  My skin starts to burn. The pain is intense, with that I become incoherent of my surroundings and drift off.   

I awaken some time later, to smell of burnt flesh.  Its smells raw and scorched.  I try to roll but can’t the pain is too intense.  I look down to see I’ve been branded with the word lackey.  How can this be? The last thing I remember was lying on a cold steel table. I gasp they branded me my memory came flooding back.  They have no intention of ever letting me go. The knife was my last attempt I am theirs forever. knife play phone sex

There Is No Way Out

bondage phone sex angieThey were a fine looking couple, so in love. Ready to start their life together.A holiday wedding, what a novel idea. Too bad they got a flat tire right after the ceremony all dressed in their wedding attire. Of course I stopped to help the newly weds. Well actually I stopped to help myself to the newly weds. her beautiful gown and his fine tux are nothing but tattered shreds laying in a heap on the floor. She is still in her panties and guarder, he is stripped bare. They are in my basement handcuffed and chained and waiting for their fate. I imagine the reception is long since over since the bride and groom never showed up. The smiles are gone, replaced by tear stained cheeks and fear filled eyes. bondage phone sex captive female Other then stripping them and holding them captive, I haven’t begun to torture and torment them. That is going to be my New Year Celebration. I have kept them fed these last few days, but other then that they have been kept in the dark. I have spent countless hours out of site fucking my pussy while I listen to them alternate between talks of their love, hopes of escape and contemplating what will become of them. The uncertainty and fear in their voices, the desperation increasing with each passing hour simply serves to make me want to have my way with them sooner then tomorrow. But I will wait patiently and hold them captive until tomorrow night. As soon as the sun goes down I will begin to celebrate a new year and when the clock strikes midnight they will take their last breath together. I will make sure they keep their vows, till death do us part. What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!bondage phone sex captive male

Your Card Has Been Dealt

Meeting up with my dealer we had to hook up in a sketchy way due to things unrelated. In order to get what I wanted for my Holiday I had to accommodate his hectic schedule. We met up in a vacant lot off of a dirt road, and of course I was on my bike and packing.

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As it was getting fairly dark I started getting a little impatient with this asshole. As I was trying to be nice but that has quickly faded. I slid my boot knife out and slid a sharpening stone out of my bag I started sharpening my knife. Sitting on my bike sharpening a pointy assed stiletto and smoking I wasn’t fucking playing.

This little bastard dealer came rolling up in his tacky assed low rider trying to look all fucking cool. Well I found him more fucking annoying than ever. I just continued to slide my blade across the stone. He brought my shit over to me stuttering when he saw the look on my face. I slipped the stone away and spit shined my blade before dipping it into the bag of blow. I pulled out a fat bump and snorted it up. This only made me more irritated as he was trying to rush me with the payment.

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I got your payment mother fucker. Slipping off my bike as I slide my hand in my jacket I withdraw a Ruger and put it to his head. Mother Fucker I don’t like being played, and it appears I didn’t make this clear upfront. I WILL Fuck Your World Up, and leave your dead corpse in a vacant lot in the middle of nowhere.

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Murderous Thoughts

I set up my camera like you asked me to. You said you wanted to see me doing something private, something real. Your addiction to watching girls has gotten stronger and you need something new to get your cock hard. You want to just watch and imagine the horrible torture you would inflict on me. You want to see me exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to make you a video you could stroke your cock too. Something that would make you enraged with frustration about not being able to grab me and hurt me while you watch it.

Your sickness has brought you this bathtime video. I tease the camera with my tiny body. Bones you could crush with one strong grip. My skin exposed, the scars nearly invisible in the bathroom light glare. But we know they are there. You watch the video, your cock throbbing, wanting to reach through the screen and hurt me. Make me bleed. I smile at the camera, knowing it will infuriate you. I will pay dearly for that wry smile, but in the moment I forget myself.

I take my panties down showing my tiny ass right in front of the lens. I can only imagine your anger at my teasing. Your inability to control your rage and your need to abuse my body because I deserve it. The only thing between myself and a certain death is the camera. You can only watch, and wait. wait until you see me again and punish me for teasing you. Punish me for giving you exactly what you want. But I know you’ve been going through girls too fast. You can’t control your blood lust, and if you don’t slow down you will get caught.

So I have become your fantasy. Your girl on film. The one you want to kill, but can’t. The one you jerk your hard cock to, but don’t crush in your fits of rage. This video will keep me alive for another day. maybe longer. Are you mad? Is your blood boiling as you watch me enjoy the warm water surround me? Do you imagine pushing my head under the water and holding it there until I stop fighting? It wouldn’t take much. But you can’t do anything but watch. Murder on your mind, and your cock in your hand. I am going to close my eyes and enjoy my bath.

Alone in the Dark

I had seen you scoping out my neighborhood lately, and you didn’t know I had been watching. I knew you were looking for just the right place to rob when people left home to go party it up. I saw you sitting in your car jerking off while you watched and waited for the right time to come. I decided to leave my lights out for days and laid inside my room rubbing my pussy, hoping you would notice my house, and think that no one was home. I wanted you to choose my place, thinking you would come in to an empty place.

Finally last night I heard you toying with my back window in the kitchen. I crept into the kitchen and sat on the floor in the dark, waiting for you to come through the window. My pussy was aching in hopes that you would have a knife or a gun, just in case. I watched as your shadow came over the window sill. I could hear you breathing heavily, and I began rubbing my pussy in the dark. You paused, and briefly flicked on your flashlight. You spotted me immediately, but rather than seem alarmed, you seemed calm.

You turned the flashlight out and came towards me. As you got closer I could see you better, with the help from streetlights outside. You looked down at me and saw me rubbing my wet cunt. Without a word, you unzipped your jeans and pulled out your cock. You grabbed me so hard by my hair that I yelped, and shoved my mouth down onto your cock. You knew what a deviant little whore I had been, tricking you into picking my house. Into picking me.

You fucked my face and then threw me to the floor, putting your foot on my throat so I couldn’t move. You jerked your cock over me until you came all over my pathetic body. Then you knelt down and said in a very low voice that you would be back to take me any time you wanted. You showed me the blade of a knife, and told me that if I so much as turned on a light that I wouldn’t survive our next encounter. So here I stay, alone, waiting for you to come back. The doors are unlocked, and I rub myself raw thinking about what would happen if I turned on a light…. 

Hunting Mask

I knew you were out hunting again. Its the season for you to find all the girls shopping at the mall. I saw you grab your mask and chills ran through me, remembering last year when you first took me. You wore the same mask. It wasn’t as blood stained as it is today, but I know it is the same one. Seeing you wear it brings back that first day of torture and pain that changed my life forever. I saw you leave and I lay in my cell daydreaming about what your new slave will go through today.

By the time you chose me last year, you had already killed three girls. I remembered seeing their bodies in your van when you tied me up in the back. I knew you had killed them from rage, and so I decided not to try to fight you. I remember begging for my life and only being able to see your twisted eyes through your mask. Staring back at me and deciding to spare me. I thought I would be let go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I became a permanent prisoner in your basement, and looking back I wish I wouldn’t have begged for my life. I wish I would have tried to fight, as I know you would have ended my life that day, just like the others.

You love to hear us beg. Thats what gets your cock so hard. The crying and pleading and promises that we will do anything. Just to live. Not knowing how big of a mistake it is. I knew you at the mall right now. I wondered how many girls would try to fight you off. I wondered how many of them would trigger your bloody rage and be hacked to pieces before you even fuck them. Inside I am screaming and I want to warn them. I want to tell them to fight, and end the nightmare for themselves today. I want to tell them not to cry or beg, because those are the ones that will end up here. In a forever hell of torture and sadistic sex at the hands of a monster.

That mask. It brings back so many memories. The first time you fucked me you were wearing it. I still foolishly thought I would be let go, so I let you do it. I begged you not to hurt me. Blood from the girls you murdered dripped off the mask while you pumped my pussy full of your evil cum. Then you took the mask off and I saw the horror underneath it. I screamed and screamed while you mutilated my body for days. The mask hanging on the wall as if it were watching from its empty eye holes. I knew that mask would be the last thing several girls ever saw today, and I was so envious. I should have fought. Instead I wait here in the cold basement for you to return from hunting and fuck your newest slave while wearing that mask.

Bad Mommies Need Torture Sex to Punish Thier Cunts

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Bad mommies are the best victims of torture sex. I had a bad mommy, you see. And the things I will do to a bad mommy today, are only things I wished I could have done to the cunt that shit me out. When I find bad mommies, there cunts must be punished.

She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her thighs. Wondering how much longer she would have to endure, she found herself slowly loosing ground. Her vision was almost completely blurred and her head was spinning. She felt her empty stomach cramping again. With nothing but stomach acid forcing itself up with every gag, she no longer tried to turn her head. It was way too heavy now anyway. She just choked down the bile, and began to swim in the pain that began again.

I warned her. I told her what would happen. “Bad mommies get their cunt punished”. But she chose to ignore. I looked over at the small bodies discarded like trash. Suffocated in their sleep by the one who was trusted to nurture them. When I met this woman months ago, she was looking for a way out. She no longer wanted to carry her small baggage with her. She thought I could offer her a solution. Instead I became her judge and jury. And it was her sentence now that I carry out.

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She spread her thighs, and with care I bound them with rope. The past two days were hard on her I know. We started the process with purging. She was hog tied and force fed a nice concoction to remove her stomach contents. I get much amusement out of watching a whore being forced to vomit while she is bound to a variety of vibrating sex toys. My robotic machine now took over as her lover as it pumped a rubber cock into her ass, and than into her cunt. Yes, It was an amazing sight to see how deep and fast my machine could work a cunt. Once her vomiting turned to dry heaves, I moved on to the emptying of her bowels. I pushed the rubber tubing inside her anus and started to slowly empty the warm soapy water into her. She cried in protest when she realized I was not going to be removing the large rubber cock that was slowly moving in and out of her prostate. I stepped back, admired my work, and left her there to slowly expel her fecal matter and lay in her vomit. That is what she is now, shit and vomit.

Later that evening I rejoined her and was pleased to see her cunt looked like hamburger meat. I opened up my hand and showed her a little glass container. She cried, knowing what I would be doing with such a thing. “Open your legs, bad mommies get their cunt punished”. She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her thighs. I started to open my little jar of salt.. such a beautiful thing I saw. Just like salt poured on a slug.

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Blasphemy Phone Sex

Journal entry

December 11, 2014

I am so tired of being tortured and raped what have I done to deserve this blasphemy.  I pray to god each night does he not hear my prayers. Lord hear my prayer.  Countless promises go unanswered what must I do?  The other night I had a dream that  I had a savior. Could it be that  I’ve been praying to the wrong god.  Curse his name and for what he stands for.  One who says we have chosen our own fate. Jesus who would chose this kind of life.  He claims throughout this book he is here to save me, well where you are. Do you not love me, have I not honored you?

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 I bow my head in shame deliver me from this life I call upon the devil.  I will sell my soul just to be released from anguish.  Pray, make me your bride deliver me from this hell I am in.  Curse my soul and bring me deliverance and make me whole.  Bring me to your palace I am eternal grateful I will be your honored servant.  As you take me for your bride I pray to the gods in hell I am your whore.