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I have to admit he is a good looking man, but he is such an arrogant fuck that I knew I had to bring him down a notch or two. When he looked at me as if he was irresistible and that I would melt and said “hey baby why don’t you suck this big cock for me?” I knew what I would do. He was going to get his dick sucked all right. I took him back to my place and offered him a drink while I slipped into something more comfortable. When I came out of my room in my leather corset, thigh high spiked black boots and a whip in my hand his jaw hit the floor and his dick damned near busted the zipper out of his pants. When he whipped it out I was impressed, it was quit the cock! He tried to push me to my knees so I could suck that dick but all he got was a good smack from my whip. The look in his eyes told me that he knew he was in trouble. I slapped some handcuffs on his ass with a quickness and shoved him onto the floor before grabbing the two by four and slamming it into his ribs. The sickening sound of his bones cracking made my cunt spew juices down my leg. The sigh of him writhing in pain only spawned my need for more. Dragging him up to a sitting position I hissed in his ear “you want your dick sucked so fucking bad? Well then suck it mother fucker!  I shoved his head down and his mouth on to his huge dick making him slobber all over it. I showed no mercy and shoved his head down over and over again making him gag ans choke. Finally I saw the blood and heard the unmistakable sound of a man choking on his own blood. I knew a rib had punctured his lung. taking delight I shoved his head down harder and watched as his mouth filled up with cum and blood before he took his last breath. I came hard then, and licked my lips…”Suck this punk!”

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Do Unto Others……

bloody phone sex knife playI know I should feel all jolly and shit as the holidays are approaching. Most folks are feeling good at this time of year, however, I am a bit like the Grinch. I just don’t enjoy all the false sentiment folks spew this time of year. I do, however, like the sentiment “Do unto others as they would do unto you.” And that is just what I did to this mother fucker who ripped out of my hand the last fancy Lego set I was purchasing for my friend’s brat, the only brat I like. His name is Damien too. I hate Walmart; and more than I hate Walmart, I hate Walmart shoppers. This asshole said he needed it for his brat more than I did. Even pushed me to the ground and sprinted through the store to check out.

He clearly did not know who he was fucking with. I waited for him in the parking lot, saw what car he got into then stalked him to a fucking bar and waited patiently until his drunk ass came out. Never underestimate my patience when it comes to revenge. Before he could get to his car, I greeted him with my big ass knife. Pushed him into the alley and asked if he remembered me. He did. But, “yeah you are the stupid cunt from Walmart,” was not the correct answer.  I also had my pliers and my 38 special with me. I held the knife to his neck until he was quivering and pissed his pants. I then asked him if he had ever heard of a little movie called “Marathon Man.”

Of course he had not. Stupid rude mother fucker. Well I introduced him to my favorite scene with a live reenactment. I used those pliers to pull out all his teeth. One by one, slowly, meticulously and very painfully I extracted all his teeth. I had a gun to his worthless cock and balls, a knife to his throat and suggested he be very still and make no sudden movements as my hands were not steady. His mouth was a bloody hollow mess by the time I was done. I even made him hold his own teeth and smile for me after every tooth I extracted. When I was done, I tossed his teeth in the dirty alley, and left him a bloody, pissy, crying mess.

He took something from me, I took something from him.

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Your Torture Sex Has No Equal

I have to have the pain. There is nothing else on earth that can make me cum the way that searing excruciating pain can. I crave it every moment of every day. I wake up sore from the night before, and I still need more. I need you to feed my sick addiction. I can’t even remember the days when a swift spanking did it for me. My threshhold built so quickly and continues to grow. I spend my hours either having torture sex, or figuring out where I can get some.

I found you, and you are sick enough to take me there. You have the dungeon in your house and make me beg for your attention. It is so worth it, and you keep everything focused on my level of pain. You make me do what you want to see, and never let up until I have satisfied your taste for torture. The leather straps tight across my body and squeezing my breasts as you whip my pussy with such force I lose my breathe. Twisting my nipples until they come off in your hand. The fire that shoots through my body when you rip them free and squeeze the blood from my chest.

My once beautiful body is scarred from your sick games. You play with me as if I am nothing but a doll to cut up and mutilate. With every twist, cut, yank, and slap, I lose myself in the pain. My pussy thribs and cums over and over as you increase the torture every time you touch me. Piercing every part of me – tongue, pussy lips, and even my eyes. Your steady hand moves like a surgeon as I tremble from adrenaline and terror. You take me to the brink every time, and every time I want more. Your gift is unmatched, and I need some pain tonight. Will you take my body there tonight, pretty please, my cruel sweet Master?

Torture Sex Bound to Die

Torture sex was what this guy was all about, and Master knew all about these cruel desires and intentions of said client. Evidently this client paid him good for me after he “tasted me” at the party. The client Mr. Gallo had a very grave sense about him and how he never seemed to smile. I was dressed in a red low cut dress with a low back and fell open just above my knees. Silky back seamed nude stockings flanking my legs with some red leather stiletto heels.

Arriving to my date’s hotel I was ushered in the room and served a glass of wine. After a couple sips and small talk I was feeling faint. Attempting to get up was useless and before I realized what hit me I was knocked out cold. While I was out I had become the source of Gallo’s sick intentions. Mr. Gallo was slicing at my flesh and and he was filming this the whole time. He’d get hard at the sight of his blade drawing my blood as he marred up my pale flesh. 

I know what was happening as I was forced to watch the movie after I awoke and found myself bound to a chair in an severe anemic state. He laughed as he fucked me and sliced into my flesh as he went. Mr. Gallo continued to torture me as he fucked me and got rougher with each thrust in my cunt. As he became ready to cum he pulled out and rubbed his cock in my wounds and blood. Eventually cumming all over the cuts making them sting.

The night came to an end as I was hauled into the E.R where I received over a hundred stitches and a blood transfusion. 

Killer Phone Sex with Venus: Tis the Season to Be Fatal

killer play phone sex evil dominatrixWhen I was just a little girl, my parents knew something was off about me. While other girls my age were idolizing Disney princesses, I was worshiping knife wielding psychopaths. While other girls my age aspired to be nurses,  mommies or lawyers, I wanted to be a killer. Some people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. They didn’t appreciate a young thing who epitomized  the worst aspects of human nature: violence, wrath, greed, revenge…  But I had my mentors, Norman, Michael, Chucky and Patrick. They taught me killing was necessary to rid the world of bad parents, narcissistic assholes,  empty headed Barbie dolls,  and essentially anyone who annoyed me or had something that I wanted or needed.

killer phone sex knife play bitchI have honed my killing skills over the years thanks to a slew of dark, demented role models. When I first started killing it was messy, unorganized, impulsive, lacking in style.  Now, I am meticulous. I research my prey’s habits and routine. I have a plan for disposing of the body. I have rubber gloves and other tools of the trade to obscure any DNA traces that could link back to me. I’m patient and can wait for the right opportunity to kill my victim. I can savor the moment, make sure my victim knows why I selected them, toy with them for awhile. I’m a perfect mimic now too. I can kill anyone and make it look like the work of someone else. I’m actually very proud of my killing skills.

I am YOUR perfect accomplice for all your killer phone sex fantasies and realities. Yes, I prefer knife play on my victims, but variety is the spice of life, and the key to never being caught. So, I have a wide assortment  of killing tools in my arsenal: knives, guns, baseball bats, hammers, rope, blow torch, chainsaw, acid, poisons…. We can have so much fun hunting and killing while others are shopping.  We can even devise a naughty or nice list; what I call a kill list. Whose on your kill list? I  mean it is the season to be fatal.

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It was my first college party where I knew no one. I was immediately noticed by the best chest player on the chest team. He couldn’t Hide his hard cock.. I could tell he wanted me.

He was so nice and kept feeding me drink after drink that I didn’t even notice I couldn’t stand on my own.

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The last thing I remember was doing a shot with all of his friends and then I was starting to wake up .

My eyes couldn’t focus but it felt like someone was push on my stomach.

That is when I realized I was getting fucked.

As my eye started to clear I had a cock shoved into my mouth so I couldn’t scream.

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I heard the familiar voice saying merry Christmas boys, let’s show this whore the needs can fuck better than the football team.

I could taste the salty cum as he drained his cock into my mouth.

One after they fucked me until I was cover and full of their salty warm cum.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

Come join my quest for necrophilia phone sex.  I can’t wait to get right to it and find a good stiff dead cock to ride.  Lets start off by cruising the holiday Shops. There will be a lot of lonely single men just looking to for that perfect gift, and I will turn him into MY perfect gift instead.  We shop long and hard finally we find the perfect victim.  You finally find the perfect owner of a soon to be dead cock for me to fuck in the family bathroom. I look in the door and agree that he will do nicely.

Necrophilia Phone SexI lure him back to our house for a drink. I portray myself to him as innocent and harmless. I make him feel at ease as I give him the drink that has been laced with something to make him more compliant. I put in just the right amount to make sure it sends his heart into a spastic rthym that will throw him into cardiac arrest.  He collapses to the floor, I wait a few minutes then check for a pulse.  It is done, he is long gone.  I can feel my clit begin to throb as I wait for the rigger mortis to set in, I reach down and stroke his lifeless cock, holding it for more than an hour as I stroke my pulsating clit.

You emerge from your hiding place and help me undress my fuck toy.  He has a nice body beneath those winter clothing, bonus for me. I lean down and suck his cock into my mouth, it tastes like death.  I spit on it to lube it up, then you help me climb on board. You watched me ride that cock for a few hours before lividity set in and the rigger mortise began to leave his body.  It was the best shopping trip ever, you got the gift of seeing me riding a stiff lifeless cock, and I received the gift of having multiple orgasms.

Not Your Girls Next Door…..

Bloody phone sex knife play tortureFew folks get me, even fewer folks are part of my inner circle. The friends you had when you were younger played with dolls and action figures. I dismembered and disfigured them. You skipped stones in your local creek. I threw stones at my class mates heads. You pushed that cute little school girl you crushed on in the swing. I pushed her off the swing and shoved her lollipop up her ass. You wanted to be a doctor when you grew up. I dreamed of being a mortician. You went to church with your family, while I worshiped in the church of Satan. You went swimming in the local pool. I held you under the water and laughed as you struggled. You listened to Britney Spears and Bare Naked Ladies. I listened to Morbid Angel and Mayhem. You played Life and Sorry, while I was conjuring up evil spirits with my Ouija board. You cried at the Notebook. I got wet at the Hostel and Saw flicks. You wanted to be the next Bill Gates. I wanted to be the next Michael Myers. You loved your family. I murdered mine. You get the picture. I was and always will be a dark bitch.

bloody phone sex evil violenceThat is why I love my job so much. I am among other dark bitches. Evil seductresses; dominate whores; blasphemous beauties; pain sluts; mutilation wenches; p mommies;  willing victims; torture dolls; mayhem maidens; castration junkies; blood lovers; cannibal cunts; violent vixens; knife wielders;  twisted teens….Girls like me cannot have an office job because we would cut a bitch at the water cooler. I am at home here with my fellow sadistic bitches. If you are reading my blogs, or on this site then you don’t like vanilla girls either. You need me or one of my fellow dark accomplices to help you come to terms with your evil thoughts; fulfill your sickest needs.

You can follow our carnage on Twitter and like our bloody triumphs on Facebook. And of course, call us for your most taboo fantasies. There is nothing too sick or perverse or extreme for us. Chances are your sickest thoughts, are tame to us. But don’t fret, we can bring out the evil in Mother Theresa.

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Never Take a Short Cut Down a Creepy Alley

snuff sex bondage painIt was dark, I was running late, so I took a short cut down this creepy alley. Big mistake. A masked man followed me, grabbed me and threw me in the trunk of his car. He took me to some abandoned building. Dragged me kicking and screaming by my hair into the scary looking building. I ended up in a room with a few other women. None of us knew what to expect. One of the captors entered and grabbed one of the girls. She was crying and pleading. He smacked her so hard a tooth came out. I heard another guy yell, “Don’t mess her up too much before the camera starts rolling.” Then I knew what was going on. Snuff sex.  They were going to rough us up, sexually assault us, maybe even kill us on film.

We heard that poor girl cry and scream for hours. I heardsnuff sex murder fantasies whips, chains, a blow torch, and finally a chainsaw. After I heard that, she made no more noise. I knew she was not alive anymore. The guy came back in for girl number two. He had on a butcher’s apron covered in blood. Her blood I assumed. The next girl to go, suffered a similar fate, but not as quick. Soon, I was the only girl left in the room. I almost would have preferred to go first. The waiting while hearing the others being tortured was frightening beyond comprehension.

When it was my turn, I didn’t even fight. I knew what my fate was soon to be. One of the masked assailants strung me up in the air. They turned on a light and saw the carnage. Women’s limbs all over the floor;  blood splatter on the ceiling and walls; internal organs in a pile…. I vomited at the site. I was about to die a slow torturous death because I cut down an alley. I just prayed it would be quick. I prayed to pass out.

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She learned not to fuck with me

bloody phone sexThis girl really should have known better than to fuck with me, she even said herself that I was one scary chick, but that didn’t stop her from putting her mouth on my man’s dick and there was no way I was letting her get away with that! I followed her home, she lived all alone so I knew we would have all kinds of privacy there. She was startled when I walked up to her but not yet scared… not until I pulled out my knife and stuck it in her ribs and told her to let us in the house… then she was plenty scared! My friend and I took our time with the little whore, we made her suffer for hours before we finally killed her. Trust me, that fucking whore wasn’t recognizable by the time I was done cutting her up! She won’t be fucking with me anymore that’s for sure!