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Head Like A Hole

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If there is ever a theme song that I would choose for my sick and twisted games.. it would be Nine inch Nails… Head Like a Hole.. it gets this bitches blood pumping! Mmm I like putting holes in heads… 

God money, I’ll do anything for you
God money, just tell me what you want me to
God money, nail me up against the wall
God money, don’t want everything, he wants it all

accomplice phone sex ReaganNo, you can’t take it, no, you can’t take it
No, you can’t take that away from me
No, you can’t take it, no, you can’t take it
No, you can’t take that away from me

Head like a hole, black as your soul
I’d rather die than give you control
Head like a hole, black as your soul
I’d rather die than give you control

Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve

God money’s not looking for the cureaccomplice phone sex Reagan
God money’s not concerned about the sick among the pure
God money, let’s go dancing on the backs of the bruised
God money’s not one to choose

Do you have a song that you like to imagine killing to? And after the life has left that young body, do you have a song you like to fuck that cold dead bloody while singing? I think we have a lot in common, don’t you?

I Love The View

 

torture phonesex angieI haven’t had the urge to crash a funeral in a long time. But yesterday the desire was over whelming! Looking in the obituaries I was happy to see that there were four viewings scheduled almost back to back that I could make. To my delight one was very young, one was a young adult and two were elderly. It isn’t often that I get a variety like that in one day. I do so love the little ones and the young adults, it is usually the elderly. But when I am in this mood dead flesh is dead flesh and the rush is awesome. I put on my black dress with my little hat and veil that keeps the family from seeing my face and hides the looks of pleasure when I am at the coffin, touching the cold body while positioning my self in a way that I can rub my hot cunt at the same time. The first of the four was a gentleman that looked like he had lived a long life. Even in death the mischief on his face was evident and I knew he was a cantankerous man. Touching his lips and running my hands over his corpse was just a tease for what I really wanted, the very young one, which was viewing number three. He was the one that gave me the most pleasure. I was able to get to the coffin just as they were closing it and I slipped a trinket from his hands, a small wooden baseball bat that his family had placed there because he loved to play ball so much. When I got home I laid in bed thinking of his feel and the way he looked and as mu cunt got wet I fucked myself with his little bat! The orgasm was out standing! I don’t know why I wait so long in between funerals when I love it so much!torture phonesex viewing

Necrophilia phone sex

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Necrophilia phone sex can be so HOT! It takes all kinds. And I am not one to judge. I mean, I wouldn’t want anyone to judge me. I like the hunt. The stalking. The moment of the take. That is what does it for me. I like to take my time and enjoy them. Watch them squirm. Listen to them beg. I like to play with my prey like a good pussy does. I like to slowly cut their clothes off. I use an EXTRA big knife, just to make sure it is extra scary. Then comes the cleaning. The scrubbing. And the bondage, All things that REALLY turn me on. But I also really enjoy watching. I want to watch you play with my pray also. I want to watch you fuck her. I want to watch you stretch her open as I wrap my fingers around her throat and slowly choke the life out of her. I want to watch her spasming on your hard cock. And then. I want to watch you fuck her dead body till you shoot your load deep inside of her!

Dying with a Stiff Cock, in the hands of a Psychotic Bitch…

Strangulation Phone Sex Magenta

I have been having wet dreams about strangling you, as you lay fast asleep in my bed. While you are asleep, I go into the garage and grab a long electrical chord, wrap it around your neck, tighten it, tie a slip knot (tying each end of the chord to the left and right bed posts; above your head).  You wake up with fear in your eyes. You look at me, grab your neck and gasp for air!!!!  I approach you; pretending that I do not know what happened.  I act like I am trying to set you free.  Instead, I tighten the cord.   I lie, telling you not to worry.  I tell you to wait where you are (HAHAHA).  I go into my bedroom dresser drawer and grab a long pair of scissors.  I close the blades; insert them inside of the extension chord and begin to twist (removing the slack).  I pretend that I am trying to break open the wire and  release you.   You look up at me with desperation in your eyes, gasping, coughing, wheezing.  Mucus and phlegm spew from your mouth and nose.  You sweat profusely; shivering (you already begin to smell like death).  HAHAHA-you stink!!!  I tell you not to worry.  I lie, I tell you that I will save you.  I climb on top of you and tell you to hold on-not to give up!!  With tears in your eyes, you grip your neck, ,take your last breath, and then…… you become limp. FINALLY, you are dead (with a hard cock).  My work is done here.  I suck your cock and then get on top of you (inserting your dead, but stiff cock inside of my asshole).  I rub my pussy and ride your deceased cock, until I cum all over it.  Come sleep with me.  My bed is open.

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Collection of Scissors

tool picThere are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?

I didn’t See Anything….

imageedit_41_6089133888My boyfriend’s friend betrayed him-It was time for the MOTHERFUCKER TO DIE!!!!! We invited the traitor out to a cozy cabin, in the outskirts of town-desolate, the only cabin in existence for miles.  We told (I will call him traitor-Joe-HAHAHA) that we were having a party of sorts.  He was to be tortured, killed and fucked when dead.  Joe arrived and was immediately lured into our bedroom.  The lights were dim.  I laid on the bed naked.  I asked him to tell me if he ever thought of fucking me and if today was his last day on earth, would he want to have me.  He said that if today were his last day on earth, he would want to be fucked by my boyfriend/his soon to be ex friend. I got up, wrapped myself in a satin sheet that was on the bed and left the room ( I sat outside of the room with my ear glued to the door).
Soon after-wards, I heard the sounds of sex…. moans, grunting, skin slapping-fucking and sucking  noises….followed by chilling screams, pleading, and then sounds of bones crushing, stabbing, a neck breaking, flesh tearing and blood splattering.  My boyfriend called me into the room and was covered in blood.  He told me to watch him fuck Joe, the way he fucked him over.  I looked at Joe’s mutilated corpse and I watched my boyfriend mount his corpse and shove his cock inside of his ex friend’s bloody ass.  After a few seconds, he let out a loud moan, pulled out of him and shot his cum all over the bloody corpse.
JOE GOT HIS WISH (HAHAHAHAHA)!!!!!!!

Silent Poison

Pandora 9This past weekend, I decided to take it off from work and go out drinking. I had no idea how my night was going to turn out or how it will end. But either way, I will have enjoy the outing. So when I got to the club, I went straight to the bar to start drinking the night away. After a few shots, I realized I was being watched. It was a couple that just could not stop looking at me and followed me every where I went in the club. I thought how much fun this could be for me so I took the first move and introduced myself to them. It was so obvious to me that the couple’s lust for me was strong and I decided to take advantage of the situation. So I brought them back to my place for some more privacy but they are in for a surprise. So I gave them drinks as I allured them into my bedroom. Things started to get really hot as our clothes ended up on the floor and taking turns sucking on the guy’s cock. Moments after he fucking me and I was licking his girlfriend’s cunt, they both became subdued by the poison I put into their drink. Stupid bitches! They didn’t even know who they were dealing with. For that is what you get, when a you seek after a one night stand. Now I wonder what fun medical experiments I can do to this lifeless couple.

The faces of my victims

Pandora 8Every now and then I find that my previous victims come to visit me. But the thing is that none of them are living. Yes, I am talking about their ghost that appear to me in some kind of form. I am not terrified by them but turned on but their presence. They think by slamming doors, taking my scalp to dart it across the room, or even showing a ghostly figure of themselves will scare the shit of me … that just makes me want to fuck with them even more. Or perhaps the try to disrupt me from my work of doing autopsy on the dead and even when I am performing sinister medical experiments on the living. I will just teach them a lesson by snatching one of their family members or a loved one to prove my point. I don’t care if I invoke their rage where I make a person that id close to them as my next victim. It makes it quite interesting how they try to stop me in their actions and at the same time scary the one I am torturing. But hey, that is ok … since I don’t mind seeing all the faces of my victims. Alive or Dead.

Mutilation Anatomy

Pandora 7The other night, my friend Angie came over to visit me at the morgue where I was finishing up an autopsy on a car crash victim that drink too much and drove off a bridge. However, she wasn’t alone when she arrived. She brought herself a little one that she found asleep on a park bench. Lucky for us that she found such a nice subject to have for  dissecting. Angie and I have been talking for awhile about how much fun it would be to see a specimen so young is this one for a test we want to conduct. We both have been so curious to see how much pain tolerance she can endure while we dissect her before she goes into shock and dies. I will be more than happy to show Angie how to cut her up so we can examine her insides while she is wide awake and with no drugs to numb the pain. Then Angie told me that she show me some of her wicked tricked she loves to  indulge her darkest  desires.  Maybe we should at her cunt and cut her labia off  so we can shove it up her rectum  while we stuff a fist wrist deep into her tiny, underdeveloped vagina. Or better yet … do you have any suggestions?

My New Gift Of Evil

torture phonesex angieSeveral months ago a dear friend of mine and I were having a movie night. The movie of choice was “The Serpent and the Rainbow”. A movie based on voodoo rituals and potions of Haiti. I spent the whole movie with a hand full of my cunt, getting off on the things that the voodoo priests and priestess were able to do. In turn my friend’s cock stayed rock hard at the thought of being able to obtain and perform the things depicted in the film. At the end of the movie he said he was going to take a trip to Haiti and attempt to study the arts and obtain some of the potions to bring back. Since then I hadn’t thought much about it and I hadn’t heard from him in some time. That is until three days ago when he showed up with an evil grin and a surprise for me. He went to Haiti just as he said he was going to and just like he promised he studied and obtained what he needed. He came back to the States with everything he needed. He found a homeless girl and gave her the poison which rendered her dead, or so it appeared. He followed the movie to the letter, burying her and then digging her up after several days reviving her with the herbal potion he had. He really didn’t think it would work and so he didn’t tell me what he was up to. But it did and his gift to me was what he created, a zombie like being. She is hideous and beautiful and I can’t look at her without cumming all over myself. We have enjoyed several nights watching her chained to the wall as she attempts to reach us. I want to feel her long and slippery tongue on my pussy lips and flesh, we just haven’t figured out a way to do so safely. Up to now all we have done is fucked in front of her and masturbated a lot. I can’t wait to feel her tongue on me and hopefully it will be sooner rather then latter. Until then I have named her Medusa and I am enjoying my new pet.torture phonesex angie6