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Dinner Party from Hell

taboo phone sex langlyThis country is so different from Britain. My parents sent me over when I was very young to attend a great private school. I never made it to school. My host family picked me up from the airport. When they brought me home, they took me to a damp, cold, wet basement. I stayed there for a few years as they “trained” me to be their perfect fuck doll. They would tie me up and whip me until my skin wasn’t white anymore…it was covered in a layer of blood. Sometimes the dad would leave me to sleep in my own blood. Other times he would hose me down with scolding hot water. It made it feel like I was getting lashed all over again.
The first time I was taken upstairs was for my first dinner party. There were six guests, all were wearing black and had smiles on their faces once I appeared. I was completely naked as I was never allowed to wear clothes. The father threw me on the table like a piece of meat. Then he started lighting a candle and each of the guests started burning parts of my body. It was so painful. Father started handing out craving knifes and told everyone to crave their initials into the guestbook. Each guest started craving into me, line by line in my cold skin. I screamed in pain but all they did is laugh. I screamed blood curling screams until the last person was finished taking their turn torturing my young body. Father brought over a large bucket of something…I soon learned it was alcohol! It burned so bad! I couldn’t move from the pain. I tried so hard to stay awake and alert for the next part of the dinner party…but I passed out from severe pain. The last thing I thought was “what more could they do to hurt my innocent body.”

Happy Horror Days-Evil Phone Sex

You didn’t expect anything less then a bloody Horror Day Season did you? I didn’t think so. “Tis the season to be an accomplice. To join me on the dark side. To satisfy your deepest fantasies for inflicting pain. To delight in the stiffening of that dick of yours when the screams of terror meet your ears and when the sight of flowing crimson red blood begins to escape the flesh of out victim. Of course it wouldn’t be the season without some good old Horror Day Carols to sing while we plot the evil plans that we are about to make reality. Spreading sorrow and bringing agony to the time of year when every one walks around happy and sharing good cheer is our way of balancing things out in the universe. Join me for evil phone sex and we can sing together.

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On the 12th day of Christmas Karma gave to me…

12 death threat letters

11 scary phone calls

10 cut off fingers

9 midnight visits

8 creepy nightmares

7 bloody pictures

6 severed heads

5 bloody panties

4 lacerations

3 decapitations

2 dead bodies

And a corpse hanging from a tree

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Tis the Season for Snuff Porn: What is Your Holiday Death Wish?

snuff pornTis the season for snuff porn and good deeds. The holidays bring out my charitable side. I see the need for blood increases over the holidays, so every Christmas season, I make a sizable donation to my local blood bank. In fact, I am their number one contributor. I don’t actually give my blood because I am iron deficient, however, I always find a variety of folks willing to part with their blood to help someone in need. On Black Friday, I started my holiday blood drive. First to make a sizable donation for me was this twit Ariel who ,was how we say, a complete and total idiot. She was so stupid it was a wonder she remembered to breathe. Young pretty coed. Perky tits and ass. Every man’s cream dream. My antithesis. Everything going for her expect for brains. She answered an ad in the Backpages I had looking for pretty healthy coeds for a private blood drive. She was willing to show up at a stranger’s house who wanted to take her blood for $50. She clearly had a holiday death wish.

sex with dead bodiesI walked her into the basement; she asked where the blood drive machine was, then she saw my rather large knife collection and a shit ton of empty gallon water jugs. Blonde bimbo paused for awhile. I could see the hamster spinning the wheel in her head. Her stupidity was mind numbing. I grabbed a knife and slit her throat. Grabbed a jug to capture the blood; I let her bleed out. I gave her a bunch of slices to the torso and extremities to sped up the bloodletting. Shoved some tree ornaments up her worthless snatch for shits and giggles. She contributed several gallons of blood for my blood drive, which I promptly put on ice so it would not go bad.

bloody phone sexSince I am a charitable bitch, I didn’t want to let her lifeless cold body go to waste. I called up some male friends of mine with certain predilections and offered up her dead body. I felt like I did lots of good work that day. Obtained a sizable “to die for” donation of blood and spread a little holiday cheer with some necrophilia. How I love this time of year. What is your holiday death wish? I’m feeling very charitable still.

‘Tis the Season to be Dead

home invasion phone sexDeck the halls with decaying bodies. Tis the season to be naughty. Fa la fucking la. Christmas and its evil, greedy consumers make me sick. Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas, who gives a fuck?
I’m having this evil fantasy about playing Santa. Santa with a scalpel. Crawling down chimneys and slitting the throats of the sleeping. Can you imagine the look of fear when all the little rugrats open their eyes in the night expecting Santa but getting Satan? I’d gut them like deer in their beds, leaving them for their parents to find on Christmas morning. Or maybe even better, how about them waking up on Christmas Day to find the house decorated with boughs of intestines, scrotum in the tree, a liver in their stockings, and a heart in a pretty Christmas box. Yes, I am a sick and demented bitch and I feed on pain and weakness. Wouldn’t you like to come play Christmas with me and help me spread some Christmas FEAR? Stabbing and torturing my victim with sharpened candy canes sounds like soooo much fun. It makes my pussy throb with delight. Not even the Grinch knows how to destroy Christmas better than me.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Blonde Rump Roast for Thanksgiving?

cannibalism phone sex kidnapped submissiveCannibalism phone sex seems to pick up in popularity around the holidays. I think all those men with finer taste get hungry for an exotic meal. I’m a perfect meal, or so I have been told. I’m not too skinny, not fat, just got some meat on my bones. My callers have a lot of different ways of capturing me. Kidnapping, home invasion, duping me with a Craig’s List ad, hitchhiker, stranded motorist, drunk party girl… What remains constant however, is the preparation they take so I am ready to be served on Thanksgiving. I am caged; fattened up with protein shakes; my fake titties are carved out of me; my tats scrapped off me with sandpaper; my body washed of chemicals; my bleached blonde locks restored to my natural color or shaved; and all my piercings removed. Apparently, I will taste better natural.

snuff porn submissiveOnce restored to a natural state, the seasoning of my flesh begins. Sometimes I am basted in a herb and butter sauce. Other times, a seasoned marinade is used. I’m usually tenderized first so my flesh will hold the taste best. That is always very painful. There are lots of ways to cook me. Can tie me up like a turkey, stuff my ass and cunt with a sage dressing and oven roast me all day long. Bonus you get to hear my screams from the oven as I slowly cook to death. You can ram a spit roast though my ass and out my mouth, stuff an apple in my mouth and roast me over an open flame like a pig. You can listen to my blood curdling screams as the spit roast pierces my internal organs. . Being burned alive is nothing in comparison. You can even chop me up into little pieces and make a stew out of me. Get off as I bleed to death. Either way you choose to cook me, I am very delectable. Of course the way I taste, has everything to do with how you prepare me.

So what are you eating this Thanksgiving? May I suggest a nice blonde rump roast seasoned to your liking?

Die, bitch, die. No one gives a Tweet.

mutilation phone sexLooking for that perfect accomplice who really likes it nasty and rough? I will help you find your latest victim and make your bloody dreams come true. My very favorite fantasy is kidnapping young girls and torturing them. Not your average run-of-the-mill kidnapping either. I cater to vicious and violent wanna-be psychos who like to hear girls scream. I cut off nipples, shove knives up cunts, and make the living wish they were dead. My latest victim was so innocent and so very dead. I made tiny knife cuts all over her body as she begged for mercy. I burnt her with cigarettes and shoved a curling iron into her pussy. On high heat, of course. She screamed so very loud, which made my Masters cock rigid with glee. Can you stand the dirty games that I play? Are they too much, coming from the dark recesses of your mind. You know you must sate your bloodlust. There’s a full moon tonight and I smell fresh pussy in the air. My theme song is playing and I’m ready to make someone bleed.

 
“Dirty Little Mind”  by Jackyl
Well I licked her clean from head to toe
I took her down for the count
She was ready for more
And you know she’s got a dirty little mind
The way she walks
The way she grooves
I have to strap her down to keep up with her moves
And you know she’s got a dirty little mind.

Writer(s): Jesse James Dupree
Copyright: Polygram Int. Publishing Inc. Cockster Music

 

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Snuff phone sex Revenge

snuff phone sexI’d been starving him in the basement all week. He was begging now. Begging for his life and apologizing for molesting my 10 year old cousin. The fucker didn’t even get any jail time and revenge was mine. I wanted him to die slowly, painfully.
I brought him out in chains and hooked him to my “fun” table. I plopped his cock out on a wooden cutting board. “You see this cock, asshole. It touched something that belonged to me. My family, my flesh and blood. Now, I will take yours.” Fondling his cock, it begin to rise even though he was crying. I twisted it painfully, making small blood vessels pop in it. My own pussy began to twitch just a bit, the way it does when I go in for a kill.
I stretched his dick out on the table and reached underneath, bringing out a hammer and nails. He screamed, begging. “Please, ma’am, I didn’t know she was your niece. I’ll never touch a little girl again.” “Damn right, you won’t cause, you aren’t gonna have a cock to shove in helpless little pussies. You’re the helpless one now, aren’t you, asshole?” I placed the nail against his nutsac and twisted it a bit to make him wince. Then I brought the hammer down hard, piercing his scrotum and exploding his teste. Gooey cum and blood burst from his broken ball. Then I did the other one to match.
His screams died down as he bled profusely onto the table, pooling on the floor. His balls were crucified. Now came the fun part, watching him slowly die. Old fashioned snuff phonesex and justice for the victim. No, the blood loss wouldn’t kill him. It was the infection that would set in from the rusty nails that I’d dipped in shit. I would torture him some more first, making him wish he was already dead. Next would come the raging fever that would make him delirious. And, finally, the foul infection would make him leak bloody pus from his wounds, festering, and becoming full of maggots. By then his cock would be rotted off and he would feel nothing but sweet relief when he finally gasped and choked on his final breath.

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Time To Feast

taboo phone sex angieThanksgiving is just around the corner and I have a feast in the fridge marinating and getting ready to cook and serve to all my guest. Obtaining my feast was an adventure as always. I found a new “farm” way out in the country that has a wide variety of flesh to choose from. The “farm” is very innovative in their approach to this very selective process. They offer a variety of options for one to make a purchase. One may mingle with the live specimens and examine them up close and personal before making a choice. One may view their choices from behind a one way mirror for a less personal purchase. One may actually hunt their meal in a secured area on the grounds for a more sporting approach to their purchase. Or one may simply go to the meat shop where there are pre-butchered cuts of meat for sale. Being a selective connoisseur of the finer meats, I combined the up close and personal inspection with the sport of the hunt. After choosing several select specimens I had them sent to the hunting grounds and used my favorite hunting weapon, my bow and arrow. After felling my prey I was able to gut her there on the property before they wrapped her up and put her on ice. Now the main course is marinating and the bits and pieces for my “giblet” gravy is marinating in a pot as well. I look at her every day while masturbating in the kitchen with the anticipation of sharing this feast. Won’t you join us for dinner?

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Mutilation phone sex

Is Mutilation phone sex on your mind? I know you are sick and twisted in the head. You want to chop me up into little pieces. But you aren’t going to do it fast are you? You are going to torture me for days. Make me plead and beg you to stop. You will laugh in my face, get angry and beat me as I scream for mercy. It’s what turns you on. Hearing me scream, causing me so much pain that I black out. You love it when my body goes limp so you can stick your cock into my mutilated pussy. You like fucking a warm limp body, and you are working your way up to fucking my cold dead body aren’t you? You are a sick and twisted fucker but I like it.

Bloody Mutilation Phone Sex Fun

taboo phone sex karma1Mutilation phone sex fun keeps my cunt dripping wet. The feeling of my knife slicing through skin and into a body sends jolts of electricity through my body and straight to my aching cunt. dismembering a body slowly and meticulously as I cauterize each area to stop the bleeding and add to the pain makes me cum hard over and over again. So when I saw the old gelatin at the auction I knew I had to have it. I brought it home and set out building the bed so that I could lay my victim down instead of having her kneel to be beheaded. I found a victim quickly all dressed in her cocktail waitress uniform, walking home in the dark, damp evening.  After torturing her for a while I placed her on the gelatin facing up so that she could see the blade. Watching the tears streak down her face and seeing the fear in her eyes had me right on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. As I released the blade and watched it cover in blood, severing her head, her body twitching, I fell to my knees as the force of my orgasm took over my body. I am going to have many nights of fun with my new toysnuff porn karma