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He watched and stalked my girlfriends and me tease each other, he watched us making out, and playing with each other’s tits! He broke in right after they left and called us sluts for teasing him. He forced my clothes off my body and told me if I didn’t let him fuck my cunt with his cock, he would use a knife instead. I did what he said and showed off my pussy, he ripped my legs apart and shoved his cock into my cunt and my screams filled the room. He shoved my dirty panties into my mouth to keep me quiet with a knife pressed up against my throat. He fucked harder and harder with his cock, digging the knife into my throat, making small cuts. He filled me up with his cum, I wasn’t on anything to help. Now, he visits every night and plays his rape fantasies out on me.

A Strangulation You’ll Never Remember

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“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months.  Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.”  I love that last line.  Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected!  And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.

Want to know my secret?  Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath.  A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want.  I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place.  Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought.  Without any thought at all, actually.

So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley.  They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.

The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss.  Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength.  The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.

When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town.  If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again.  It doesn’t matter to me either way.  Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm.  Those cops will never catch me.  I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?

 

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both.  That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much.  I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.

Violent Vixen

Violent phone sex

 

My crazy, fucked up life has turned me into some sort of cruelty craving creep who needs things like violent phone sex and tortuting some helpless, kidnapped cunt to get off.  I’m an obvious product of my environment, years of being endlessly raped and abused at the hands of those who are supposed to protect you will kill you.  Sometimes though, a brutalized body hasn’t caught up with the soul quite yet leaving an empty shell of a person, completely dead inside roaming the earth looking for a purpose, for satisfaction, for love.

I’ve found my calling.  My purpose is pain, sadism is my satisfaction and, as for love, well lacing and lashing an unlucky victim is the closest thing to love I’ll ever know.  Guys, girls, everyone is a target for my learned hatred.  All the disgusting pigs clomping around with a spark for life in their eye and an obvious lack of circular cigarette burns and razor thin scars on their limbs need to be shown that there really isn’t anything worth living for.  I’m the monster who needs to show them.

Whether I participate or orchestrate in the depravity is simply up to how I’m feeling in the moment, but one thing is surely for certain…  If Willow wants you, Willow gets you and I won’t be happy until the light of your soul shining in your eyes has faded completely.  Your husk might survive, but your spirit will be broken for good.  Just like me.

 

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Would you like to make some snuff movies with me? Maybe I can find a delectable young prize for you to torture and rape fantasy fuck on video. Can you imagine the price men would pay just to watch you do the unthinkable with a slut of that tender age? How old you may ask? Well that’s up to your sick p-paddy needs! You a sicko pervert who loves fucking little girls up the ass! I know all about sicko dirty girl fuckers like you!snuff movies

My only request is that you let me choose how we finish her off.
I feel like a little strangle demon tonight and would love to put a rope around her neck and just pull when you say you’re about to cum in her torn up bloody ass!

There are men who would choose to keep a slutkin around forever, but I tell you she will age out and feeding her body to the pigs while she is still abrat is the best option. I want to make her scream, and I have a great little girl who imitates the pain cry!
So, you get a sick bitch to help you in your accomplice phone sex dreams and a girl who can make the sounds of a torture fuck doll! Don’t you want to become one of my nasty p-daddys who need a little something small and tight?accomplice phone sex

Torture Phone Sex Doll

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is what I am known for. Does not mean I like it. I hate it. I have always thought I was better than most of the abuse I take. My problem is that my coke addiction makes me vulnerable and desperate. Some guys treat me better than others. Some guys use me as they need and that may be as their accomplice or their victim. Some guys are generous and just trade a good fucking for a bag of coke. This weekend, I was with Earl. He is not the worst person I have been with nor the best. He is obsessed with my ass. That means he is always down to make me his ass rape porn star. I do not know how he does it. He gets my body contorted in the most awkward and painful positions. And once I am in those positions, he sticks whatever he can find in my asshole. It is usually just him and me, but this weekend he brought his teen son with him. It was sort of a macabre introduction to manhood. He wanted his son to learn how to abuse an old whore. Said no boy can become a man without fucking an old whore. The boy was not nervous at all. In fact, he was wildly excited. He put his fist in my ass and when he got shit on his knuckles, he made me lick it off. Gross. He put dildos in my ass, like many at a time and joked that it was a whore’s bouquet of flowers. He eventually fucked my asshole, but only after he tortured it and left it gaping wide. Junior had more fun than Earl ever had with me. He told me when he is older, he will take over his dad’s drug trade and I will have to work with him for my coke. Dear God. I do not look forward to that. Junior is already sick as fuck, and he has not even taken the SAT yet. 

Torture Cunt Slut

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Grabbing and snagging little girls is a naughty, naughty thing to do baby. You like using and abusing us don’t you? That’s why you grabbed me from the streets and shoved me into your trunk. You’ve taken my teen body away and hidden me in your sex chamber of torture tools. You start by making me pierce my own tits. Then next is my clit by my own hands. The screams made by my throat at my own piercing make you jerk off your dirty cock even harder. Then you take multiple smaller needles to my cunt and tits like acupuncture but deeper. Way too deep. What are your scary plans on using this slutty all up? What dirty things are forced upon me?

Blasphemy sex and Gardening

Blasphemy sex“Look down, you’re talking to your Goddess! Denounce your “God” and worship me in a blasphemy sex sacrifice!” I hiss at my offering. I have my hoe raised above my head in my fresh tilled garden! She is so fucking scared and that fear is making me quiver with Power. Her boyfriend lay bleeding out beside her. His head had a gaping wound and he was moaning and convulsing. How did this naked bitch think she was going to survive? One look at me should have been enough to tell her that I was here to kill them both. The blood was going to help my garden grow nice and big Venus fly traps and other carnivorous plants. I smiled thinking of the fertilizer I had right in front of me. Very cheap too, just a couple of hitchhikers looking for a free ride South. Free fertizzler, just needed some elbow grease and a satanic ritual to complete my flowering demon plants! Killing two birds with one stone as I knew that this sexy teen would please the dark lord. I had made the two couple in front of me holding a knife to her throat while he came inside her in a blasphemy sex ritual. My garden welcomed both the sperm and the blood. And soon when I turned my dirt and used body parts for plant food they would thank me for the feast of flesh that would help my plants grow! I raised the hoe over my head, began speaking in tongues and smashed her boyfriend’s brains all over the dirt! blasphemy sex“Oh, you shall be the greatest gift my beauties have ever received! Dark Lord take his blood and bless me for the evil inside of me needs to grow in power!” Should have heard the little bitch scream! My pussy ached to kill her right away! But I knew that I would need to tie her up and torture her to get the truth benefit of this gardening dark ritual under the way. What’s more i tied her to a tree like a common little slave as I beat her body. I called on a dark priest and he brought two of his own demonic servants to pump her body full of cum! And darkness fell across my garden and my dead body fertilizer, my little sacrifice was growing weak. We began to chant before I sliced her throat to finish my ritual with a purest form of blasphemy sex that would feed my plants.blasphemy sex

Babysitter Phone Sex Donor Day Operations

Babysitter Phone Sex

On this very fine National Donor Day, it’s time for babysitter phone sex since we’ve had such generous donations this year. The problem is, the meat is fresh and still kicking so I’m going to need some help dismembering these young ones. Oh yes, you heard me right. We’re harvesting from live brats this year as a mass movement in the factory! We’ve hired help straight from the prison yards and even death row. Only the most fucked up freaks can work for us. We’ve got the tools needed to collect the organs and body parts. Don’t worry about killing them first! Here, let me show you how it’s done.

I walked over and snatched a little girl from the floor. She had thick glasses and could have been my little sister in another like.”Pay attention. Grab the piggy by the arm.” I said as I hoisted the little girl up. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her arm and she whined out. She didn’t seem to speak any English which made what I was about to do so much easier. Asking for a babysitting phone sex whore is how I ended up with a basement full of babes to butcher.

BabySitter Phone Sex She started kicking, so I grabbed her by her hair and smashed her head off of the wall. She said something that sounded like “Please, hungry, hurting” and that only turned me on so much fucking more! These little bitches are just toys, but I figured I should get my little charge something to eat with. I grabbed a pair of chopsticks and rammed them up her nose. She was screaming as I forced her head down to the floor – causing those wooden sticks to go up and impale her in the brain. I’d retell this story during intense babysitter phone sex, but every time I relive it I get so horny!

She was still twitching as I rolled her over and gutted her open. I wanted to see what pretty colors her insides were, and I knew I could. She split open easier than an Easter ham, and blood gushed up to meet me! I sorted through her organs, cutting the last beat of her heart from her chest. The little whore didn’t speak or move again but she did follow me with those lobotomized eyes the entire time I was sorting and sifting through her sweet meats, pulling the bad from the good. Overall, this little bitch was going to make us several thousand dollars. Such a nice donation.

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