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The Wendigo

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I was born evil, I was born with a hunger that never ended. I hunt for my meal. I like fresh meat, I don’t kill every piece of meat I see. I look for the perfect one. Juicy while living. Young meat is still tender and soft, it cooks well in its own juices. The thrill of hunting is intoxicating. Its like my drug. After I snag my hunt I do not kill it right away. I bring it home, I clean the body and remove its hair. I want my meat to know exactly what I intend them for. I love listening to my sweet meat cry and beg me to let them go. These whores I find on the street are homeless, drunk and alone. I show them my photos of my past meals, taunting them with the recipes I have to make their human flesh taste so amazing. I get so turned on listening to them that I go and find porn to help me cum. My porn is stories online about different Cannibalism stories. I found one about the Wendigo. The wendigo is a monster. I am the Wendigo. I am the monster who eats people. I am the monster who is sexually charged by killing. Are you a monster? Do you want to turn into my wendigo mate? Come eat with me. 

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I gave her what she really deserved

snuff sexI watched from behind the crime scene tape as the body was put into the body bag and loaded. Watched as the photographer took pictures of where the body was, the chalk outline turning red with the blood on the ground. Everyone was talking, wondering who this monster was and why this had happened. I touched my pussy; it was hot and wet… the thrill of it all turning me on like crazy. It’s so funny, standing here and watching all the commotion, they have not a clue that the person they are looking for it right there, loving every moment of it and knowing damn well that you’ll never in a million years suspect me. It all happened earlier as a typical night for me, I was bored and decided to go out to the bar to see what dumb little victim I could find… it didn’t take long either. This chick was yelling and clearly drunk, trying to start fights with other men and stumbling all over the place. I knew it was only a matter of time before she was kicked out. And as usual, I was right. She left, with of course a scene as they always do. I followed from not too far behind knowing a female like me causes absolutely no suspicion in all these dumb bitches these days. I guess she went to go puke in a corner of a very dark alley, I followed quietly behind. This bitch didn’t even notice me, but she sure did notice when I quickly sliced her throat. She couldn’t even scream. I sliced it only enough to where she would slowly bleed out, giving me just enough time to have my fun with this dumb fucking whore. I slid her panties down her legs she stared at me wide-eyed and gurgling, I just had to let her know that she wasn’t my first victim and that she wouldn’t be my last, just in time to give her what she really deserved.

Taboo Phone Sex; Firefighter’s Are Not Always For Good

I went with him just to check it out. I was not quiet sure what he was talking about, because when ht talked about it, it was like it was a living being. The way that it moved, the way that it danced, he told me it made love to him. Fire, was his love, his one and only true love beside the sweet release of his cock as he shoved his hand inside of a young cunt turning her into his own little puppet. There was a devious grin that grew across his face as he mentioned that. He wanted to tell me his story, to show me how it all worked. He wanted me to make him and his wife infamous. I could only assume that he was talking about the red, orange and yell flame since he had not drawn his eyes off of the gun metal black zippo since he pulled it out of his pocket. I must say, I was very intrigued. I was a fan of all thing taboo phone sex so any new way to go about playtime with little girlies was good to me.

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We showed up at a house and sat out in his truck. He was one of those volunteer firefighters. He had the light bar on the top of his truck so no one ever really thought twice about him being anywhere. Inside a house was a family who seemed as sweet as any nasty disgusting family could be. He began to tell me about them and then got to the precious little brat. I could see the cock grow in his pants as he went on about her. She was sweetly innocent, and I adored that. We waited till everyone fell asleep. Mommy and Daddy argued and we could see the little runt crying in her room. He felt sympathy for her, wanted to save her, lover her like a man should love something so tiny and decadent. He spoke of her like he talked about his love of fire. Once everyone was down we lept into action. He put something around the house, possibly lint, just under the parents window and on top of their roof. 

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He them lit it and placed his zippo into his pocked replacing it with his phone. “Hello I would like to report a fire,” he said reporting the address and then removing the sim card tossing it into the already rapidly burning flame. He had informed me the earlier that day he destroyed part of the structure in their attic. He said that way their door and ceiling would collapse over the parents almost instantly trapping them inside. He told me to wait outside, I hummed my own song listening to their screams. I could see the mother’s boiling flesh as she through herself against  the window unable to break the glass. He came out with the little girl tossed over his shoulder and placed her in the back of the king cab truck. 

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We were surrounded by emergency vehicles soon. I stayed in the back with the girl, holding a tank of oxygen to her face like her ordered. The cock ass ran in with the group. They thought he pulled up when the rest of them did. It was actually ingenuous if you ask me. No one knew anything different. The windows on the truck were tinted so dark that you could not see. Not that anyone was looking anyway. Once he was done he got in and we drove back to his place. She was his little present now. I recorded as he began to feel on her, listening to her whimper. He assured her the she would love his pet snake. She did not have an option, he forced fucked her tiny pussy listening to her scream and smiling at her. Telling her thank you as she bled from being torn open. He licked he little cunt blood on his tongue. He had pulled off the perfect kidnapping. Still has her caged up. No sign of release in the future. I can’t wait till she become too old. Then she is mine!

The Crime Scene

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You watch tv and you hear the same old line, “The killer always goes back to the crime scene.” It’s true, I go back every time. I like to look at the roses, or toys left behind. I am a sick twisted bitch and love to hurt people. I always take a little piece of them home for Crowley to eat. I love feeding my big fur baby. He loves to eat my victims. It is like he craves it over his bagged shit dry food. I need to feed him fresh meat more often. He loves it so much. My fur baby rewards me after I feed him. I’ll be covered in blood and after he eats his treat he comes over to me and starts licking me from head to toe. He takes his time right at my pussy. I like to fuck after I end their lives. I get my pussy covered in blood just for Crowley. When his cold wet nose rubs against my clit I am instantly wet. His big wide tongue slips in and out of my pussy hole. God I love him and I love the crime scenes I leave behind.

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He has come back to finish the job. I thought I could escape him, but I started craving his attention. I felt like he was always around but I just could not see him. I ran away from him, and then I soon came to realize that I needed his validation so much. I craved his attention from his knife and his hands grabbing my neck tightly. I missed the blood dripping from my wounds from my bad behavior. I crave to get his acknowledgment and his criticizing remarks. I want so badly to be his victim and for him to humiliate me. I was out late begging for him to get me in his grasp again. He finally found me and he had a very bitter attitude. I had made him so very upset.

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He tied me up and mutilated my body, he took pictures and videos. He was going to humiliate me and turn it over for everyone to see. He was going to take my life and let my blood drain out. He said that once I am dead, everyone will remember me as the pathetic cum whore. He made me choke on my blood as he bashed my face in. He laid my body on the ground for all to see. He drew a chalk outline around my body to help the cops out. He could have drawn just my body, but no, he was out for humiliation and revenge.

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He gave me a flappy cock and a fat body. He whispered in my ear that he felt bad for the cops- that not even they would want to touch my dead carcass and where I lied because I was so disgusting. He made every bum on the street pass by me to piss and squirt their jizz load on my naked body. I will at least always be remembered, right?

 

All Barbies Must Die!!!

murder phone sex fantasiesAs a goth teen, I hate everything. But most of all, I hate fucking Barbie dolls. You know, those idiot bimbo blondes who use stupidity to get a man. I’d love to kill them all.
Barbie is such a nasty cunt rolemodel for little girls. She uses her big ass and big tits to fuck men over. She has no skills. Men just bust their ass to cater to little Miss Barbie Doll. Meanwhile, I gotta work my ass off just to survive. If I could, I would eradicate Barbie from the face of the earth. I’d use one of my rich boyfriends to help me do the job. Lure the little cunt to his place to see his new car, yacht, or plane and then slit her fucking throat.
Of course, we’d have our way with her first. You could fuck her in every hole. Oh, fucking boo-hoo. Might smear her lipstick or get a hair out of place. I’d love to see you ram your cock down her throat while I stick a foot long pipe up her cunt, fill it with gasoline, and light her up. Then she’d have a really hot box!!! Or maybe stick some electrodes on those big fake titties and turn the voltage up until her implants burst. Love it!!! You really think she has feelings? Her orgasms are all fake, but I wonder how loud she can scream when you’ve got your condom covered with razor blades in her ass, and she’s bleeding out on the floor. Now, that makes my cunt wet.
Oh, I can think of some pretty horrendous ways to murder all of the Barbies of the world. Fuck ’em and kill ’em. Please don’t let them breed. The only good Barbie is a dead one, lying on the pavement like a broken doll, with a chalk mark outlining her worthless carcass and cum leaking out of her plastic hole.
Wanna be my Barbie-slaughtering accomplice? Let’s get together and plot to remove Barbie from the human species. It’ll be my pleasure to watch her die, slowly and painfully. I have 100 ways to do it. No one will ever know.

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Snuff phone sex won’t end well for her

snuff phone sexI would tell her not to be scared, not to worry and that everything is going to be okay – but I wouldn’t want to lie to her, now would I? The truth is, this snuff phone sex isn’t going to end very well for you my dear, but for myself and my accomplice the end will mean pure satisfaction from our deepest desires. You won’t become our victim unless of course you’re dumb enough to be and you know if you are then you deserve everything you are going to get anyway. Who is naive enough to trust someone off an online ad? Apparently this bitch was when she replied to my post for a roommate. She even drove herself right to my house! But literally the minute she walked in my front door her fate was written for her. I hit her hard as I could on the back of her head, knocking her out cold which gave me time to undress her and tie her up. I then took the time to give her a little makeover… I shaved off most of her hair giving her the worst haircut possible. I love to do that to these little whores, degrades their nasty asses. I hate waiting for them to wake up so I splashed some water on this bitch and the second she woke up she was screaming but I was stuffing a strap on down her throat laughing as she gagged and even puked a little. It was then time to inform this bitch that she needs to get ready for the fuck of her life as I helped my accomplice force his cock into her unwilling pussy making her start to cry and beg…but I know just like me it only turns you on more! I wonder what we will do to this helpless little whore next…

Castration Phone Sex Fun: My Kind of Behead Execution Snuff Porn

castration phone sexCastration phone sex junkie is what many call me. I got a taste for taking off worthless balls when I was a young school girl. Now I take off man balls almost daily; worthless peckers too. Have you ever encountered someone so stupid you wondered how in the world they remember to breath? Sadly, dumbasses are everywhere. I swear I have a magnet embedded somewhere in my body for them. This week’s dumbass extraordinaire was Jacob. An older man who tried to pick me up at a night club last night.

I was at a Goth teen club, not some trendy meat market. I had my usual “don’t come near me or I will slice off your pecker” look on. But still, Jacob thought I looked like the kind of bitch one can pick up with cheesy lines like, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Barf. Gag. Barf. Gag. Kill kill kill kill kill. More like was shot up from Hell. The asshat was not taking the clue that I wanted to be alone. He was interrupting my hunt for a yummy bitch to bring home and eat or snuff. I decided to look at this as an opportunity. I can hunt any night. How often does a dumbass walk into my life? Okay daily; scratch that. How often do I have the chance to make a behead execution snuff porn? My idea of beheading is different. I behead dicks. Cut them clear off so that the loser bleeds out.

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I played the part of a bar whore to get back to Jacob’s place. Suggested I tie him up so we could have some kinky fun. Again kinky fun means different things to different people. Jiggle some tits and ass in front of a guy and suddenly he is even more of a moron. Once tied to the bed naked, I introduced his testicles to my knife. Held them in my hand like precious gems. Then I threw them on the floor and danced on them while Jacob blubbered like a big baby. My camera was rolling. I love to capture that element of surprise when some dumbass realizes I am not going to fuck him but castrate him.

“Smile for the camera,” I said as I sliced his dick clear off. Wow. You would have thought I had a samurai sword the way his little head exploded. His dick flew in the air like a head flies off after a guillotine. There was a blood explosion from the base of his cock. I was covered in cock blood. He passed out from the pain or the blood. Either way, wuss. I left him there. Not sure what happened; but he was restrained bleeding profusely, but hopefully he will just die a slow painful death. Another douche bag bites the dust.

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No Cowboy’s Sweetheart

strangulation phone sexFucking redneck piece of shit. They are such easy kills. Watching too many farm animals fuck has made them think women are the same. Male sniffs female cunt and finds her in season. Female lefts tail. Male sticks cock in. HAHA. They just can’t figure out that I’m not one of them. I’m no fucking brood male.
Ol’ country Cooter thought I’d be an easy lay from the city. Oh, he was so wrong. I played my role so well. He bought me a few drinks at a local eat n puke. I giggled at his lame ass jokes. And then he offered to take me for a ride on his tractor. Seriously, had he been listening to too much country music? Your damn tractor aint fucking sexy. What was sexy was the thought of me running over his pathetic ass with that tractor. Imagining his bones crunching underneath the wheels while he screamed for mercy. Now, THAT made my panties wet.
So, I let Cooter boy take me for a ride in his crappy pick-up. We ended up in a field. He threw down a nasty horse blanket and urged me to lie down beside him. Dumb fucker. I let him kiss me, his sloppy tongue trying to touch mine. He reached his hands up under my shirt and touched my titties, moaning like he had never seen any. I helped him take his jeans off.  He was wearing some disgusting tightie whities with yellow stains on them. I almost fucking puked. Poor ol’ boy never saw it coming. He was being led to slaughter.
While he was busy groping and fondling, I had discovered a 3 foot length of barb wire lying in the brush. He was so stoked on getting into my panties that he didn’t realize that I had eased it behind his head. Now that made me excited for real. I tore off my panties quickly and straddled him. He was practically pumping the air when I settled my hot box right down on his cock. Dumb hick piece of shit. I couldn’t wait to watch him die. I took his cock to the hilt, rocking back and forth, getting more and more excited. My swollen clit was sloppy wet, soaking his balls with my juice. I dug my heels into his thighs, wishing I was wearing spurs to tear his flesh.
I rode that cock hard, taking every inch of him deep inside. He was whimpering with need now, begging. “Please, Tasha. I’m gonna cum.” I smiled at him as his cock began to throb and his eyes rolled back. At that moment I pounced. I pulled the barb wire noose tight around his throat and fucked him harder. He was helpless as his balls emptied into me and my own pussy contracted. He never quit coming. Even as he thrashed and died, his dick stayed hard in my cunt as I screamed at the moon in triumphant orgasm.
It was the best fucking sex ever. I left him there on the blanket with his cock limp, as I drove off in his pick-up truck. Time for another hick town country night. Yee-haw, mother fuckers.

Your sexy psycho,
Natasha

The Last Ride

snuff phone sexI left the party early, so pissed at my boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time I’d caught him cheating, but it would be the last. I’d discovered him fucking a skinny redhead with no tits behind the barn at the cook-out. Listening to his moans as he fucked her from behind still rang in my ears as I took off down the road.
I ran for half a mile before I slowed down. My breath was coming in gasps and wheezes. I had left my damn inhaler in that jerk’s car along with my phone. There was no way I was accepting an apology tonight. I saw headlights coming and I prayed it was a kind soul who would take me home, and not some perv from the party sent to retrieve me.
The sexy Corvette pulled up beside me. I heard a sexy drawl say, “Hey sweetheart. You need a ride?’ I looked inside and there was this dark and handsome man. He was well dressed and seemed well off. Surely, it would be safe to ride with him. “Yes, please, sir.” I whispered, my asthma still making me breathless. I eased into the luxury car.
We had gone several miles when he spoke. “Have you learned your lesson, Chelsea?” I was shocked. How did he know my name? “What do you mean, sir?” I stuttered. “Poor girl.” he laughed. We drove some more and suddenly, POOF, I was standing on the shoulder again.
I walked for a while wishing I had my phone. It was dark and creepy and the moon was full. I saw headlights. A car pulled over and an old man offered me a ride. He looked harmless. I jumped in without a second thought. I wasn’t paying much attention to the grandfatherly driver as I pondered my evening.
Suddenly, he veered off the road unto a dark path. The canopy of trees made a perfect tunnel and even the moonlight was gone. He stopped and turned to me. “Take off your clothes, little girl.” I shook my head and his fist shot out, busting me in the mouth. He had his cock out already and it looked huge and menacing in the darkness. He came around to the passenger door and pulled me out into the damp night. I felt his claws grab my arm, twisting as he spun me around and threw me face down on the car hood. I fought back, kicking and biting, but he just pounded my head into the hood of the ancient car.
I felt him fumbling to penetrate me and I felt his giant cock sink home. I screamed as I was not wet and he tore my flesh. He pulled out and scooped some of the blood from my busted head onto his cock to lube it. Then he rammed back into me again, grunting, and ranting about pretty girls using men.
The more I struggled, the harder he fucked my little girl pussy. I could hear him growling and I knew he was ready to dump a load of nasty old man cum into my pussy. At that moment I saw movement in the woods. Dead people. There were fucking zombies in there. His zombies. His way to dispose of the evidence. They surrounded me as he cut off one of my tits and tossed it to them. They fell on it like rabid dogs. I was screaming as they surrounded me and began to tear me apart alive. “Eat my pussy” has never been so literal.
Right before my last breath, the Corvette man’s face came into view. “You didn’t learn your lesson, Chelsea. Never accept a ride from an old man with an innocent face. They are the evil ones. Don’t you watch the horror movies? Poor girl. Now, you’ll never get home.”
The world went back as his face faded from my vision.
Coming Soon…. Part II: I come back to seek revenge and haunt my cheating boyfriend. Can anyone say “dead fuck?” (evil laughs)