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Fun in the Tropics

  I love going on vacation so much… especially when that vacation takes me to places like South Africa and the Congo. I was doing some research on dengue hemorrhagic fever. It’s a deadly tropical disease caused by the Dengue virus. Because there is no commercial vaccine for the disease, and because there are so many variations of the virus I took the time to set up my own little lab in the Congo in order to play around with it. The characteristic symptoms of dengue are sudden-onset fever, headache (typically located behind the eyes), muscle and joint pains, and a rash. I was looking forward to taking some mosquitoes home with me as well. Dengue virus is primarily transmitted by Aedes mosquitoes, particularly A. aegypti. These mosquitoes usually live between the latitudes of 35° North and 35° South below an elevation of 1,000 metres (3,300 ft). They typically bite during the day, particularly in the early morning and in the evening, but they are able to bite and thus spread infection at any time of day all during the year. Other Aedes species that transmit the disease include A. albopictus, A. polynesiensis and A. scutellaris. I had my work cut out for me, but it would be worth it when I get to see the looks of terror when I kidnap several pregnant women and make them kill each other in an attempt to save their unborn brats…Taboo phone sex Magenta111

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair: Forced to Be an Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasies killer momI have been very ill for a few days now. Deathly ill. High fever, vomiting, shitting myself, skin lesions… My Master has taunted me the entire time and refused me the medical treatment I need. I thought I had the flu; even toyed with the notion I had the zombie virus. But today, my Master informed me he injected me with an infectious virus to force my hand. He gave me Ebola. This disease kills thousands fast in third world countries. He told me he has the antidote to prevent my death, but I must be willing to do anything for him. I looked at him with blood running out my eyes and said, “Anything for you Master.”

murder phone sex fantasies milfHe then tied me to his rack he use to torture me with. My skin smelling putrid and my flesh falling off my bones, he tortures me further. I am about as near death as I have ever been. I tell Master I want to live so I can continue to serve and please him. I beg him to tell me the conditions to save my life. I promise to do anything. He tells me I must agree to hunt young flesh with him. I am getting to old to keep giving him new ones to destroy, so now I must agree to go on the hunt outside our family for fresh meat. He loves to torture tight little holes and not only are my holes no longer tight, but he has ruined the holes of the precious young things I have given him. He says, “Flesh for your flesh.”

I have never minded the horrible things Master has done to me in the past. I have taken every sick, twisted, painful thing with a smile. But I always resisted making others suffer my agony. I have refused to be his willing accomplice, but now, here I am dying. Do I have a choice? If I agree to be his sadistic accomplice and bring him fresh, tight, young holes to ruin, I will live; my beautiful body will be restored. I have no choice. I want to live. Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin…..

What cruel and unusual lengths will you take, to make me your evil accomplice?

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Snuff phone sex: Near Escape

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The ex-husband, who had solicited my help to snuff his wife, hadn’t heeded my warnings.  He had insisted on just tying her hands with rope that he brought (apparently it had some kind of sentimental meaning to him).  But, the evil bitch had chewed through the dainty rope, which looked much like an accessory to a wedding gown, and fled.  So, when we returned to the basement after a heated argument about him not following my directives, she was gone.  There was no exit in the dungeon; and, she had not come upstairs; so, we decided that she had to be somewhere in the large basement. This is precisely why I do not take on clients from friends!

I thought about one moment; and the next moment, I was in action.  I ran upstairs and locked the door to the basement.  I’d let them fight it out.  I made myself comfortable in my library, where my surveillance cameras were catching all the movements downstairs.  And there she was: hiding in a small crevice where the basement tunnel turns a little.  She had nowhere to go, and she knew that now.  Her macho ex was pounding on the door, angry and impatient for me to return.  I just scoffed at him.  I smiled as I noticed the reflection of a shiny object that hit the camera; the woman had a razor blade that I had set on the table.

The stupid buffoon of a man was charging forth, armed with only his anger.  He searched for the woman, probably expecting her to be cowered somewhere and crying.  But, I could see her head tilt; she heard his footsteps.  I leaned closer to the monitor; when he rounded the corner, she lunched at him from behind so that the blade struck his neck.  She struggled to free the blade and then continued stabbing him.  She stood there for a long time and then dropped the blade as if she knew she’d be okay.

I quietly unlocked the door and allowed her to stumble, bloody and sweaty, into the upper level of the house.  I told her that I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen; she fell on me and cried.  “Yes, I know.  Kam is such an asshole.  He used you, too, and threatened you.  I know.”  I acted sympathetic; she didn’t even reach for the door.  She was so close to the outside world.  But, alas, as she pulled away from me with a smile, I sliced her throat.  The blood trickled and then gushed.  I had thought about torturing her, but I did enjoy the look in her eyes as she died.  She knew: she had nearly escaped.

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Victimized and Fucked Hard

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It was an vial of vile consequences and I had stumbled upon it by pure accident. Staring at it and contemplating its contents. I thought I had overcome my lust for the white powder that ruled me for so long. I stare at and recall the very words spoken to me, “if I’m unable to overcome my lust for the white powder I will then be endangered upon opening this vile, as it not only contains pharmaceutical grade cocaine but it is laced with an Infectious strain called Anthrax”. This was a test of my strength or rather weakness for the drug that owned me for so long.

It’s hard especially after watching my Master snort a fat line of the pure pharmaceutical cocaine not laced with an infectious and deadly disease. He is always trying to test me and I keep failing. If I fail this test then I am deserving of my demise. Shaking and sweating as I long for my old lover. I long for the taste, warmth and the ecstasy I feel when I snort it. I want it so bad, why the hell did he do this to me?

Ok, so yeah, I dipped into his stash once or twice when I found it yesterday. I had not known he was dealing the shit, and finding it had my mouth watering to taste it. Really, I just wanted a taste, I hadn’t meant to do so much. I certainly had no intention of letting him on to my discovery or desire for the nose candy. This is pure and absolute torture. He is just out right evil to me. 

I was shaking so bad he came in and brought a friend with him. They both did a couple lines right in front of me and then proceeded to lick the knife blade and leaned in to kiss me. Letting me taste it as they took turns fucking me and taunting me. Telling me if I was a good enough fuck to drain their balls well enough they would allow me a little line of the clean stuff. Otherwise I was welcome to the vial of tainted crap, after all how did I know the stash was even safe. Crack hoes always sniff out the shit and do it without even thinking of consequences. As he slammed his cock in me deep and pulled my hair -pulling my face to his- he asked me if I was a crack hoe as he dispelled a fat load of cum deep inside my cunt.

He made me do it.. but I loved it..

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Today was my first time like this.

He had me tied up.

My hand above my head.

My legs wide open and straight and tied against this thing.. 

My pussy and ass was hanging out.. 

I had a gas mask on. 

It was dark.

I could hear a whimper next to me.

The I felt the tiny hand touch my exposed breast.

I felt his big rough hands guiding that tiny hand around my breast, touching my nipple. Then pinching it. 

Its sent shivers down my body, to my pussy and I was wet. 

He knows that my nipples are my starting point. 

He is guiding these mini hands under his, showing them how to touch my body the way I like it.

Its hard to see out of the damn mask, let alone in the dark. 

I felt their hands work down from my breast to the middle of my chest, down my belly then just above my pussy. 

Then kisses.

Was he making this bratty bitch kiss my pussy?

Ohhh I feel those tiny hands and lips work down my thighs and to my pussy lips.

I feel him spread me open and that min hand enters my pussy. 

Fuck this feels amazing. 

He lets go of my pussy, and that Tiny hand is still inside of me working hard..

I hear a loud scream and what I am assuming a punch.

Her hands stop going as fast as they were, I keep hearing the muffled screams of that tiny fucking brat screaming. 

I can’t stand it. 

I hear another loud punch fallowed by a crunch. 

I hear him pounding what I assume is a almost lifeless body, then he throws her and I hear a whimper as she hits the wall.

I know its my turn. 

He knows only a real woman can make him cum. 

He only unties my legs and turns this table thing up and I’m hanging off .

He pulls up his special chair and pulls me on to him. 

He chokes me I as I tell him those brat whores are worthless.

He only needs mommy’s pussy..

He cums inside me.. 

HE wants me to be a mommy.

I don’t know the person i turn into with him.. 

But I am starting to love her. 

Cutter

There’s something exhilarating about taking a razor blade to my wrist and slicing through the tender flesh. I fucking love to get off on rough sex. I fucking love self-mutilation because it makes me feel like I’m goddamn invincible. I’m always looking for a fight; tempt me, push me pussies . . . I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze. I especially love torturing others. There’s nothing like the anguished screams of teens to fill a room with angst. Sexual mutilation is my favorite. Nothing beats the sickness. One time, I stitched a bitch’s pussy shut with a rusted sewing needle from my Mom’s old needlepointing kit in the garage. I used thick black yarn and beat her to the brink of death with a brick right in the head. I desperately kicked her ribs in and sewed her up like a puppet. She was so messed up by the time I started closing her holes up. No more dick in that little bitch, let me tell you. That sleazy ass whore wouldn’t be fucking anybody’s boyfriend anytime soon. Especially not MINE. That dumb little skank screamed like a banshee when I stitched her up, but the end result was fucking sick. I love my crazy mind . . . and you will too.

Maybe if I like you, I’ll show you a little bit of my mutilation magic using the slut of your choice. I’ll get a big ole knife or maybe a razor blade fresh from the shower, separated perfectly from the plastic handle and ready to slice deep. Then I’ll take her ass cheeks into my palms and give them a nice squeeze, getting them ready for my fun. We can always fuck her and fill her up with the thick white loads of creamy cum that mark a little whore, but we’ll need lots of spud. Get that hard cock and lube it up with her blood, baby. I’m going to make a nice pretty cut and carve my name . . . this stupid cunt will never forget who owns her ass. 

Hunting with Friends

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I know she wants to be more sadistic. Dear sweet, stupid Taylor. She has asked many of my sadistic kin, no, begged them, to let her victimize instead of being the victim. All of us had been fucking with Taylor a very long time. She has this barbie doll look to her, that we all hate. She is actually a nice person, unlike us. And she is a fucking pain slut, which works to our advantage. She has “Use and Abuse” tattooed on her fucking cunt for fucks sake! Not really, but all of us had contemplated doing such a thing to her just for fun! We finally got tired of her intensive whining, and made her a deal.

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Want to be a true sadistic? It was time to get rid of the one thing that held you into this compassionate world. You see, if there is one thing me and my sadistic kin had in common, we had no family. We had nothing to lose. Our families either died at a young age, disowned us, or just plain abused us so bad… that the monster’s they laid inside us, came back to fucking kill them. We were on our own. Loners, drifters, serial killers, torturers, blood lusting whores.. supreme evil, with a contempt for those below us. Taylor agreed, she hated her fucking sister Julie so bad.. and the rest. Well, if she had to choose between the life she needed to live, and the family who did nothing for her.. she chose us. The Sadists. Now knowing that this was no easy task, testing a natural victim, to be a sadistic. I had a few ideas on how to set up a kill scene for Taylor, I consulted with Blaze and Angie.

Blaze is as close to a best friend as I could have. We have done Evil Phone Sex Blazemany unspeakable things together. Blaze loves to make brats cry, as do I. I love how she is such a devious cunt. One night she was babysitting and had me cum over, so I could train this submissive slut, on how to be a true whore. Between the nipple clamps, ice, and fucking my favorite knife.. I had so many good pictures from that night, to remind me just how sadistic my little Blaze could really be! She will be the perfect accomplice to help me train poor dumb Taylor. She liked my ideas, only thing left to do was consult with Angie.

Evil Phone Sex AngieNow Angie lives for the hunt. We are the same in that aspect. I love the chase as much as anyone. Only difference is, I chase with my bare hands. And when I chase, it is usually a NO win situation. I love watching the fear in their eyes when they realize there is no where to go. However, Angie, she uses range weapons. She has miles and miles of property, and she loves the fact that they can see their escape. But you see, Angie is just that good! They wont escape.. ever! She just likes to let them feel they can. Once a year she has a hunt. Even keeps her prey Evil Phone Sex Reaganlocked up for weeks, to make sure the stakes are even. She feeds and keeps their strength up. Silly prey!

This was going to be perfect. Taylor would lure her family up here, to Angie’s land, and up till the very end her family would have no clue just what Taylor had planned. Especially her sister Julie 🙂 Blaze will be helping with the raw torture.. she loves to sexually torture and violate young virgins. And you can never ever forget to film it. The evil little Blaze loves to exploit the younger stupid ones. “There is so much money to be had, so much golden virgin pussy”! I can not even count how many times she has said this. Blaze would definitely be taking good care of our little victim and her family! Ah, and then Angie will grab her gun and bow. No hope for this family Robinson. Such a good clean cut family. And now it will be a clean cut for this good family!

And even though Taylor wanted to make this transition, I really wanted to torture that victim. She actually believes that this will be her last time tied up under our spell? To bad in the end, Taylor will know her place under our thumb. She was such a useful whore.. Lured her family up here just for us! I did tell you she was dumb didn’t I? Her family will get to know it was her to bring them their fate, and poor dumb Taylor will always be our victim! As I have said it before, the fear that you can almost taste – the fear that you can defiantly smell.. thick in the air.. it calms me. I love the hunt!

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Mark of Dusty

I’m so not the girl that looks for a relationship or to be some guys bitch. At the same time I like having my male friends available for me and under my control solely. One night drinking with a few of my guys I was messing around with some tattoo stuff I acquired. In my fucking around I told my guys that I was going to mark them. They were all going to get the mark of the beast that is Dusty. On each of their inner wrists they were getting an horizontal stitches tattoo.

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Just like my own personal harem of men they are marked and owned by me. I have them at my disposal and they love it when I am beating the hell out of some filthy faggot bitch. The poor useless waste of air never knows what they’re in for when they make a move on me. My blood boils when some piece of shit puts their hand on me like they’re worthy of touching me.

My guys know they are extremely lucky that I allow them as part of my inner circle. In fact if they’re lucky to get my mark on them they are lucky to fuck me when I want it. I almost always want a good fucking after I beat and fuck the hell out of some piece of shit son of a bitch. And it’s a beautiful thing when I bash the head in of some bimbo trying to move in on my guys. I must approve of any set of tits that are to come between my guys and me. The bitch has better be worthy and by worthy she has better be able to take a beating from me.

 

Does Taboo Phone Sex Scare You?

taboo phonesex angieI have so many lovely little items around my house that keep it nice and cozy. Things like my hand collection. Hands that I have severed from victims and placed in ant hills until the flesh is completely devoured by my little insect friends so that I can keep the skeletal remains forever. Or the beautiful lamps that I make that are lit and have severed body parts floating inside them. Or my wall of heads, skulls from previous victims that have been picked clean just like the hands and placed on display .I have always cherished my little chachkies and have kept them all to myself. However recently a very nosy, very annoying family has moved into the neighborhood. I decided it was time to teach them a lesson. I know it won’t take me any time at all to scare these fuckers right out of their house. Last night I put my plan in motion. I took one of my least favorite hands and slipped into their home while they slept. I placed it in the kitchen, in the garbage disposal so that in the morning they would find it. I plan to bury a skull next to the front walk tonight with the crown sticking out of the ground. Next they will find a beheaded chicken on the back porch. Things will gradually get worse until the final nail in the coffin. A black cat that I killed yesterday. I gutted it and shaved an inverted cross into it’s fur between it’s eyes. This wonderful trinket will be left in their bed while they are at work. Under the covers so that they don’t find it until they turn in for the night. I can keep this up for ever if I have to, but I believe after a few weeks of little surprises they will be more then ready to pack.taboo phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex: Jack in the Box

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One of friend’s girlfriend’s birthdays was this weekend. So, I decided to do something different to shock the hell out of her. I knew that she hates being scared with a passion…and she also hates clowns! So, all of us got together and bought all the Jack in the Box toys that we could find. Then, her boyfriend, Jason, wired them to be sensitive to movement. It’s great to have clever and mechanically-minded friends! We didn’t have to put up surveillance cameras to see her reaction because, unbeknownst to his girlfriend, Jason had already installed them because he got off on spying on her.

She vanilla and didn’t know about the unusual delights that Jason and I enjoyed. So, he decided the best way to tell her would be to show her…and scare the shit out of her while doing so. Jason had just stalked and killed a really lovely plump piece of prey; in fact, she looked a lot like Jason’s girlfriend now that I think about it. And, we had feasted on her for the last few days; it was a gift to me since I had been sick.  We took little pieces…like the ears, a few fingers, and bloody jewelry…and placed it on top of the clown that jumped out of the box; that way, when it popped open, she wouldn’t be able to avoid the gruesome sight. 

We boarded up the house and sat in the attic, enjoying the show.  As expected, she nearly jumped out of her skin.  And, the first body part that she found was an eyeball that was still attached to the socket.  By the time that she had opened nearly all of the toys and seen Jason’s handiwork, we went downstairs; she was crouched in the middle of the floor, sobbing and sitting in her own vomit.  Jason picked her up and tied her to the chair.  He retrieved a portion of our feast from his fridge; and he gave her a rather nice slice that make my mouth water.  She refused to open her mouth until he clenched her nose between his fingers.  He forced the meat down her throat and he smiled, “Now you’re one of us.  Whether you like it or not.”  She didn’t last much longer that weekend because we started carving her flesh and couldn’t stop; it was pity for Jason, but she did taste delicious. 

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