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Random acts of kindness? Evil is always better!

evil phone sexApparently today is Random Acts of Kindness day, and well, as you know I am not quite the kind-spirited type. In fact, I absolutely cannot stand this entire month that is filled with so much love and kindness and that fucking bullshit. However, I figured why not give it a shot? I can be randomly kind to SOMEONE today, can’t I?! Well that’s what I thought, and I swear I sure did try…but I suppose I am not exactly cut out to be nice. Before I got a chance to do something kind for someone else, this chick ahead of me in line at the store paid for my groceries! Wow, how nice I thought, until she started telling me how I ‘looked like I couldn’t afford it’, and ‘aren’t I lucky she was there to help.’ Seriously this bitch was going on and on about how she was just devoting her life to help those in need and how she knew that because she was so nice to everyone else she was going to heaven to be right by the Lord’s side. But I could feel this bitch judging me as she looked over my revealing outfit and as she walked me to my car and noticed unlike her it wasn’t some 2015 Cadillac. I swear I tried to be nice to this woman – up until she asked me if I ever considered not dressing so slutty and getting a real job. I wanted to rip her fucking head off right then – EXCUSE ME BITCH?! But instead, I had a better idea, so I forced a smile and nodded, telling her if she followed me to my place I would gladly take some pointers from her, and of course this bitch could not help herself! She followed me to my house and I had her on her hands and knees begging to cum in no time – I made her my little pet. I allowed my other pets to fuck her, abuse her and best of all punish her with my most painful devices. She was my favorite pet to humiliate…however I am not kind enough to keep such a revolting bitch alive for too much longer so after a little extra suffering and humiliation she can go see if the Lord still wants her by his side hahahaha!

Cruel to be Kind

Snuff Phone Sex ReaganI think many things that are evil can be just as kind. Today is “Random Acts Of Kindness Day.” It is a day to cheer up the ones in your life that need it. I do that quite a bit, if you can believe a sadistic whore can be kind! Take for example one of my last victims. She had been screaming so loud that I finally cut out her tongue. Granted the crushing of her limbs that caused her bones to shatter made her scream, but it was for the best. So here she was, broken and bleeding. She was obviously in a very bad place. We both knew her end was near, so why not give her something to look forward to? I had just that morning mutilated her youngest son. He was a magnificent piece of bloody art. And since I video tape most of my kills, I told her I had a special movie for her! Now she can die knowing her loved one was on the other side waiting for her. Yes, random acts of kindness do go a long way.

My last home invasion is a perfect example. This young couple who were struggling to pay bills. They had the hardest time paying their mortgage. Well I of course entered the home and used my sledge hammer to bash in their skulls. First I doused them and their over priced home with gasoline. Lighting my cigarette with a match I tossed it on their bound bodies and inhaled the intoxicating odor of their flesh burning. Once I realized I could end their suffering much quicker, I smashed their heads and smiled at just how kind of an act that was. Not to mention they wont be struggling any longer! Today I will be kind as can be, can you say the same?

Torture Sex: Clowning Around

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Torture sex just beckons me and today was no different. A simple stroll can be the stroll of a lifetime. But something tells me it could be the stroll of death. I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? 

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Strolling through the park with my earbuds in so I was not paying attention to my surroundings. This little simple mistake made my day take a turn for the worst. I suddenly felt a hand over my mouth and something on my neck used to pull me into a van. Fighting and feeling like my neck would break I struggled but to no avail as I started losing strength. I felt my eyes get heavy…

Awake, unaware exactly what happened or where I was I tried looking around. My body was completely restrained and there were colorful lights all around me. I heard circus music playing the really demented circus music that left me with shivers up my spine.

Suddenly in came three clowns, these clowns did not look normal. These were the creepiest clowns I have ever seen and their laughing was creepier as I noticed a butcher knife in one of the clowns hands dripping with blood.

Restrained I tried screaming but that amused the evil clowns even more. The three of them were standing over me and I suddenly realized I was stripped naked and my entire body ached. My cunt felt like it had been fucked raw, and my breasts were bruised.

Then the clown spoke, it was a deep creepy voice as I mentioned I have been sufficiently tenderized. I noticed just then that I was covered in olive oil and felt like my cunt was stuffed with carrots. Another realization came about, I think I was about to be butchered and my body parts were going to be tossed in the cauldron on the fire in the middle of the room.

These Tits Were Made For Killing

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Behold the mighty power of Tits! What in the world am I speaking of? Let me enlighten you.  I had the most wonderful call from a fantastic gentleman who wanted Me to use My luscious tits to smother him  to death.  Isn’t that the most delicious thing you have ever heard of? I thought so.  Can you imagine?

I just pressed them right against his handsome face and spoke to him the whole time applying more and more pressure.  I could feel his mouth opening as his nostrils flared to try to take in a breath that he needed so desperately.  I however just pressed down harder.  I could see his eyes peeking out at Me, that was the best part actually.  Watching as he was unable to move due to having his arms firmly cinched into a leather arm sleeve behind his back.  Of course he could try to wiggle about but not enough to dislodge Me from My heavenly perch.

Slowly but surely the light in his eyes started to dim.  It was perfection and I have to say, I enjoyed the call immensely.  Thank you My new friend for allowing Me to snuff you out using My beautiful tits.  It was My pleasure entirely.

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Happy Valentine’s Day to Me

bloody phone sex killer sexBe my bloody Valentine? I’m not a roses and candy kind of girl. I don’t want to watch The Notebook or Titanic. I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant. I want to stalk, kidnap, torture and kill. I’m lucky, that I have so many men in my life that would rather give me a dead bitch than roses. One such sweetheart gave me a lovely present today. He booked us a romantic cabin in the woods. I knew John was up to something. He knows I’m not a typical romance kind of girl. I played along. The cabin was decorated with rose petals everywhere. A bottle of Pappy Van Winkle (about the best bourbon around) was on the coffee table. And, a trail of blood led to the bathroom.

Like a little girl on an Easter egg hunt, I followed the blood drops. There I found my present. This blonde whore who called me a freak a couple weeks ago when John and I were getting gas. I would have snuffed the bitch out right there if it had not been so public. But he loves me so. He went back, kidnapped her, and has had her on ice since then, waiting to give her to me today. She was bound, gagged, barely alive in the heart shaped tub waiting for me. Best Valentine gift ever. I looked over to the left and saw a table with all my favorite torture instruments. He knows how to turn me on. Normally, I take time to kill a victim. Savor the moment, but I had a romantic idea. I grabbed my big field knife, designed to gut deer and other large animals, shoved it in her belly and slit her wide open. Watched her blood, intestines and entrails spill out in the heart shaped tub.

John tossed her carcass to the side, we got in the tub and fucked in her bloody innards. Covered in her blood and guts, we came so hard. Very romantic. Best Valentine’s Day present ever. What would you give me on such a romantic day to prove your love? John set the bar high; so you better bring your A game or I might just gut you too.

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Valentine’s Day Delivery

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganValentines Day – a day for lovers and gluttony. Although he was not my lover, at least not of the flesh, he was so much more. We shared a much more intimate relationship. Something that connected us on a much deeper level. There was absolutely no way I would ever trust a lover with my soul the way I trusted Rick. He was my teacher, mentor, and I couldn’t think of a better person to share this day with. We had discussed this victim before hand, had everything prepared and ready. When she rang the doorbell it all fell into place so naturally. And when it was over, we ate like a king and queen.

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganI had met with a few possibilities. Went to many floral shops the week prior. Looking for the right delivery girl. Luckily when I did find her, Rick approved. She was healthy, good muscle tone, and took good care of her skin. She was developed in all the right places. And cumming out of the winter, she had a nice layer of fat still attached to her muscle tone. I placed my order & we waited for the main course to knock.

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganGreeted with a smile and a dozen red roses, I was excited. She had such a warmness about her. And was more then willing to step inside when a tip was offered. “I just have to go into the den to retrieve my purse. Won’t you come in darling?” Once her feet passed the entryway, Rick was able to come out of the shadows and subdue our main course. He bound her wrists and ankles all too well. I cut her clothing and carried her warm naked body into the bath, where I would clean and shave her. Her curves were delicious and I could almost taste the gravy that would start from her breasts. The warm water was waking her slightly. I scrubbed her clean and shaved the winter leg hair from her body. I rambled on about how she would really enjoy inhaling the spicy fragrance that would baste the meat as it cooked. I boasted about the star chef of the evening. And thanked her for joining our dinner table.

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganPatting her dry I then carried a very confused young delivery girl into the kitchen. Rick smiled with approval as I lay her into the basting pan. Finally realizing her significance in the evening’s meal, she struggled just a bit. I giggled as I watched the liquid gold painting her pale white skin, as Rick basted her breasts. I could only imagine how that tangy liquid gold felt as it entered even her most personal parts. Rick and I smiled as we set the timer and put her in the oven. Only thing left to do is watch the meat so it cooks evenly, and uncork a nice bottle of red wine to complement the meal.Cannibalism Phone Sex Reagan

It’s that time again!

rape phone sex fantasiesYay! It’s that time again! Time to break out the duct tape and go on the search for my newest victim. I plan on driving by the catholic school down the road to scope out any potential whores. It will soon be one girl’s unfortunate day when she gets scooped into my car for a couple days of fun that won’t end in her favor as much as she might pray and beg that it will. It’s never hard to find the right girl at those schools, they are so easy to lure over when they are waiting all alone for their ride, when I make myself look like such a sweet woman asking for some directions. I always like to bring her home to whatever man is in need of my assistance that week, I know I’m the ultimate accomplice. I always take videos of her losing her virginity and then having to suck his dick with her very own blood and juices on it. These little wanna be good girls always think that they are something special because they take sooo much longer to submit than the other little whores I pick up, but in no time I will have them begging for more. My favorite thing to make them say is “I’m your little school girl slut.” I make them tell me over and over again how much they loved to be fucked and how they are truly just a slut. They hate it when I make then do that, tears running down their face, wrists tied tightly, cum all over her hair and body. I think it’s the perfect picture. Now what I really need is someone to share in the fun, and I’m wondering, is that you?

The Choke

He made me call him Daddy. His voice was soothing, intelligent, and calm. His touch was firm, but somehow reassuring that what we were doing wasn’t wrong. The clamps on my nipples had finally stopped burning and numbness was setting in. As I lost feeling in my breasts, he handed me a huge dildo and told me to stick it in my ass. He said it so quietly, almost like a purr. He sat and stared and I couldn’t take my eyes from his. The thought of him hurting me seemed so real and yet so far away.

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He moved towards me and I flinched. But he hadn’t moved to hit me – he reached out his hand and brushed my hair back ever so gently. He took ahold of my wrist and began making me fuck myself even harder in the ass with the huge cock.  His intentions were maddening. Did he love me or was he toying with me like a cat does with a mouse. I was certain there was a fondness in his eyes. Maybe I reminded him of someone. Then he suddenly grabbed my throat and it startled me out of my daydream. His eyes seemed to change color, and I was terrified.

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My heart began to race and I knew he was going to hurt me. The affection was gone, and the evil inside of him was even more angry because I had seen a glimpse of softness. Now he would destroy me. He couldn’t let me stay alive because I had seen too much. I had touched something inside of him that he didn’t want touched. His grip on my throat tightened and he squeezed as hard as he could while still using my other arm to fuck my ass as fast as he could. The pain was shooting through me, but I couldn’t scream. He began whispering in my ear that I was “daddy’s pretty little slut”, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.  

My precious memories

snuff sexWhat kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?

Family Dinner

violent phone sexIt started off as such a pleasant dinner, until my friend’s daughter decided to get all sassy with me. I suppose she had no idea who she was talking to, and I quickly showed her that no one talks to me that way. My friend and husband knew exactly what I was going to do, as they saw me tightly gripping the carving knife. What’s some blood with our ham, I thought. Right before of course I slit that little whore’s throat right there in my formal dining room. No one even flinched or said a word, this was how most events go with my family, my husband sighed and moved the girl out of his way on his way to get seconds of the delicious dinner I had cooked. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself; my family knows what a short temper I have and how I (regularly) like to take it out on ‘unsuspecting’ girls. May they be my newest neighbor or the girl who cut me off on the highway earlier. I always get my revenge. And then I do something some might deem as ‘worse’… but it’s my very favorite part of this entire process and I couldn’t go even two days without my lips tasting the pussy of a very cold and lifeless girl. I love the power I get watching her life drain out of her eyes, it turns me on so much I always have to excuse myself to take care of business with my latest victim. Sure I like the ones who struggle and beg too, but the quiet ones are when I get the most pleasure. I have the power, I control them, and there is not a damn thing they can or will do about it! Wanna hear all the dirty details to how my dinners go normally? I’m not afraid to share…