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How to skin a Bunnie

accomplice phone sexSnow bunnies. It’s a funny term isn’t it. Little bitches running around dressed for cold weather and throwing snow balls. Pissing their name in the snow. Just being all over bastards. I hate the accomplice phone sex with Blaze2cold weather. I was hurrying home when I got “accidentally” hit in the head with a snow ball. It was fucking Melody. Laughing and giggling. The way she said sorry, let me know really fast it wasn’t an accident at all. That fucking whore did it on purpose. And I am going to make her pay! First I waited for her to be all alone. Then I snatched the fucking slut right off the street. I took her out to the cabin in the woods. Ice cold and all alone. No one around for miles. I knocked the bitch out with a log. And then stripped her down naked. Then I laid her face first down on a metal plate in the driveway and covered her nipples in water. They froze to the ground in matter of minutes. When the fuck whore woke up and started screaming I just had to laugh. I tied her hands behind her. Put a spreader bar on her thighs and there she was. Spread wide open like a fuck whore and stuck to the ground. She kept trying to pull herself off the plate but couldn’t. Her tits were turning completely blue. I took a few pics and sent them to a friend who like a few miles away. I am sure David will want to teach her what a whore is used for. This is one snow Bunnie that wont get away. I am going to watch David use her meat. And then I am going to skin this bunny alive.

Embodiment Of Sin

Snuff Phone SexI am omnipresent, forever surrounding you with My siren’s song.  I am in the salt that collects in a tear as it run down an upturned face.  I am in the solemn words spoken as a lie upon your lips.  I am the finger on the trigger, the needle in the vein, the force behind the blade, the break in the bone, the bruise on the flesh,and the violent brutal thrust into the soft venues of the innocent.  I linger in the darkness, wrapping myself in it’s warmth, manipulating it to form those desires that you crave.

I make the illusion real.  I embrace your inner secrets, reveling in them, letting their deviant waters rush over Me.  I am the glory you feel, then the guilt that you live with.  I am the other woman who awaits your arrival, I am the jealousy that burns within your core when you find you have been wronged.  I spread My wings over all who wish to tarry under them, then I withdrawal them leaving you fully exposed.

I am the smoke that clouds your judgement, I am the nudge that pushes you over the edge, I am the ache you feel in your gut.  My tendrils wind their way around your very soul, squeezing, pulsating, crushing until you break.  I am patience personified.  I have no reason to rush, in the end you will give in, you always do.  Perhaps one more time, then I will stop, that is what you tell your already addicted self.  This is a false thought that gives permission to perform unspeakable acts of your primal whims. 

No single solitary human is out of My reach, My will is more powerful then you could ever imagine. I will give you everything you could ever want to you freely, yet the price you will pay in the end will be more than your meager attempts at absolution can afford.

This is Me, this is what I am, this is My embodiment.

 

A Sadistic Bitch’s Party of Two!!!!

I am a bitch who loves to be in control.  Especially when someone is helpless! (HAHAHA).  One of the best ways to make sure of that, is to tie them up with coarse rope-the type that cuts into the flesh!  Stripping them naked, gagging them with a spider gag…..Hands bound, behind their back, legs shackled.  Vulnerability is so sexy! (HAHAHA). Tied with the gentiles exposed, so I can have torturous fun!

I begin by stabbing the genitals with a razor sharp pocket knife (after it has been treated with necrotizing fasciitis/flesh eating bacteria).  I have purchased a family of 10 slithery, slimy, venomous friends that I place all over that pathetic body: around the neck, that dirty cock/or slutty pussy and of course, on those hardened nipples (it is apparent that they are turned on).  I pour my (much coveted) stash of ‘leaded’ gasoline down my victim’s throat.  The noxious odor of gasoline makes my pussy wet. I kiss their pried-open lips and sniff the fumes (getting high). I remove a couple of my slithery friends from my prisoner’s trembling body and place them over my full, 38D breasts…….my nipples harden…..they bite me and I orgasm! (HAHAHA).  My victim looks at me and screams-trembling with fear! 

My venomous friends begin to bite my victim and one of them pries open their shit-hole (slithering inside).  I cant stop laughing! By this time, my poor little prisoner has pissed them self. They scream, as the lone venomous creature makes its way through that dirty fuck-hole; biting and massaging that warm tunnel. I look down and see that cock has become hard, or that pussy has become soaking wet…within seconds, the victim orgasms. I remove the curious creatures from my victim’s body. I take a power drill and insert it inside of my prisoner’s piss hole-drilling through that shaft, or through the outside of that slutty pussy!  Within seconds, those cock and balls are destroyed/ that pussy bleeds uncontrollably! (HAHAHA). Luckily my torture is conducted in my sound-proof dungeon!  My victim tirelessly tries to escape, crying, pleading, screaming…foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Then…..they pass out. I take a blow torch and shove it down my victim’s pried open mouth, and leave it there!  Within seconds they explode into smitherines!  Almost simultaneously, my pussy explodes from cumming so hard!

Body Modification

Accomplice phone sexI can’t begin to tell you how irritating it is to have someone tell you what to do with your own body.  When I pierced my nipples everyone had something to say about it, but of course I don’t care what anyone thinks.  I have so many guys tell me how hot my tits are and what my nipple rings do for them.  It really turns me on to have my nipples slapped or pinched even though I’m not necessarily masochistic.  I understand the principle behind body modification, and I certainly relate to a person that has become addicted to it.  I do wonder if the act of performing the modification can become an addicting fetish as well.

I would love nothing more than to attach a permanent corset to someone’s back.  I think corsets are the sexiest piece of clothing a woman can wear, and to have one permanently attached to your back would be the sexiest thing I could possibly imagine.  I will have to experiment with how and where I want it on me, so I am going to have to hunt for a few volunteers to practice on before I commit to anything on me.  Hmmm, this is going to be fun.  I wonder where my first victim will come from.  I guess we will just have to wait and see.

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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!

Dark and Cloudy

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There is nothing more fun and exciting to me than to be the sexiest accomplice you’ve ever experienced, but sometimes a girl is presented with a situation that she has to just deal with on her own.  There is a man that lives across the street from me, and he can’t seem to mind his own business.  Every time I turn around this cock sucking piece of shit is in my face!  I constantly hear how he will soon teach me how to me a good little girl, and how he would love to put me in my place.  Staring at my tits seems to be his favorite past time, so this morning when I walked out my door and saw him on my front porch I decided now was the time to do something about it.

I invited him in for some coffee, and he accepted.  I could tell he was a little apprehensive because I am never nice to him, but he came in and had coffee anyway.  I slipped a roofie into his coffee and it did the job!  He was passed out in a few minutes, so I took him to my basement and tied him to a table that I have setup down there.  He was now bound, gagged and unconscious, so I left and ran my errands knowing I’d be back before he woke up.

Several hours later I returned and the piece of shit was still sleeping, so I started preparing for his fun and eventful evening.  I cut all his clothes off of him and tied his balls up into a knot with fishing line, and that seemed to be what woke him up.  I wrapped his pathetic little cock around his balls and rubber banded them together.  He was struggling to get away, but when he saw the blade I pulled out of my pocket he really started to squirm.  I just finished with his loser piece of shit ass, and I’m positive he won’t bother anyone else ever again.

Blood Ties

I want for us to become closer.  I have just purchased a new box of razor blades. I have been cutting designs into my stomach, my legs, breasts, and my pussy; watching the blood trickle down my flesh. I love the feel of my cuts,  a unique hue of red.  Do you want to play in my crimson patterns? I will skillfully and gently slice your chest, multiple times, careful not to harm you, make it bleed and lick the blood. Do you like to lick a pussy  that is bleeding from menstruation? I’ll take out my tampon and let you devour my blood. I am a sexy vampire.  Let’s Smear our blood onto one another, make abstract paintings, like artists-just like Picasso. I can sprinkle my pretty crimson colored bloody love potion; putting you under my my evil spell, turning you into my mindless sex-zombie. Lets mix our blood, become blood-lovers. I have a nice collection of knives that I would love to show you. We can cut and have wild and intense sex.

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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Sacrificium

Once a year a celebration takes place.  One in which I am honored to be a part of, as not many are.  We conduct this gathering to insure each and every One of Us protection throughout the coming year, so that We may continue Our work in the Name of The Ancients, and no I am not referring to the Christian God.  The Ones I worship are the Old Ones, from a time long past, whose dogma has been pushed under the carpet as it is considered barbaric. 

This year it was the task of Another to obtain the Sacrificium.  For one year, it is ordained that the Sacrificium must be kept safe, to be trained up in it’s foretold duty at the next celebration.  It is not to be taken lightly.  From what I have been told, the year with the Sacrificium is tedious.  You must spend each free second working with them.  They need to memorize the words to use, the proper etiquette, the proper mannerisms, how they are to address Those in attendance.  For the first few months, this would be a bit irritating to say the least.  However, by the time of the Celebration, they are ready.

They are dressed in what some would consider a Baptismal Gown.  They are pure, they are innocent, and they help to insure that We have a Blessed year.  This year, it has been told that the Sacrificium is particularly special.  They have made rapid progress in their preparation.  I am looking forward to this Celebration with great anticipation.  When We raise them up in Our hands to hold them before They who perform the Holy Act, the thrill that courses through Me is unlike anything else I have ever experienced. If you do not know what “Sacrificium” is, it is the term used for a “Blood Sacrifice.”

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What Friends are For!

 

Accomplice phone sex 1Men who say women belong in the kitchen. Obviously don’t belong in the bedroom. So what good are they? I was doing some errands and I overheard some guy laughing with his friends. He was bragging that women shouldn’t be allowed out of the kitchen. And then he had the BALLS to make some rude comments to me when I walked by him. He mentioned how I looked like a whore. And no woman of HIS would have tattoos. Like women are property. To be owned and controlled. To be used. And as I was walking away… I got more and more PISSED! How dare he talk like that to me. That is what is wrong with men now days! And there is NO way I will allow some worthless piece of shit to talk like that to me. To call me a whore! Fuck him. I turned right around. And walked up to him. I got right in his face and asked him what the fuck he said. Well he bolstered and preened for his friends. Called me a dirty whore and made the fatal mistake of pushing me back. That was all I was waiting for. I needed him to put his hands on me first. I grabbed his hand and twisted it hard hearing it SNAP. As I planted my 4 inch heel, right into his knee cap. He went down like a sack of potatoes When I ripped my shoe out it took a big clump of his knee with my heel. All his friends shut their fucking mouths fast after that. I told that fucker that if I ever saw him again. It would be much worse. And to keep his fucking thoughts to himself. I am not sure he heard me over his screams. But I am sure his friends will remind him … Forever!Accomplice phone sex 2