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Do Not Fear The Desire

killer phonesex karmaThe sound of her scream sends a tingle straight to your cock. Then you see the blood and your body betrays you with an erection that you can’t deny. You wonder what is wrong with you. Why you are aroused by pain and suffering? Why do you want to feel the ripped and torn flesh? Why do these horrific sights that should cause you to turn away turn you on so much? You can’t deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in you. You can’t deny the desire to live out these fantasies that will surely damned you to hell. You dare not speak of it to anyone so you keep it all locked inside. How do I know these things you think of? Because my dark lover. The sound of her scream sends a tingle coursing through my body as well. When I see the blood, my body betrays me as my cunt drips with longing that I can’t deny. I no longer wonder what is wrong with me. Why I am aroused by pain and suffering. Why do I long to feel the ripped and torn flesh on her mangled body. Why do these horrific sights that should cause me to turn away turn me on so much. I no longer deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in me. Instead I embrace my desire to live out these fantasies that have already damned me to hell. If you dare not speak it, then write it. Don’t keep it locked inside any longer, meet me in a text session and live what you dare not speak. Close your eyes and feel the blood on your hands as we share our dark fantasies.  killer phonesex keyboard

Your Evil Accomplice is Just a Key Stroke Away

fantasy phone sex goth evilWhen the zombie apocalypse hits, let’s face it, we are still going to have certain needs. In fact, I do believe our killer instincts will become even more prominent, more primordial because we will be fighting for survival. Hunting will no longer be just for sport, but for survival also. We might be divided geographically, but we can still talk via the cyber text sessions we offer. So much easier to cyber text sometimes, like when hunting zombies or killing the assholes and the weak  who jeopardize our survival.  The apocalypse is close, and I am going to need accomplices. People who share my passion for survival, my passion for killing. Think of how much fun we can have together sharing the details of our kills? Sharing not only how many zombies we slaughtered, but the joy we took in eradicating the world of useless, dangerous people.  Sharing the gory details of what we did to survive, like killing a pretty stupid whore to feed on her flesh. In the apocalypse you are either the butcher or the cattle. We are the butcher.

Things will be desperate, resources scarce,  trust will be hard, but crucial if we want to win the war against the undead. We can help each other. I can share my killing secrets, you can share yours. Thanks to our cyber text sessions,  we can stay connected regardless of distance, regardless of the situation. We can hunt together. Survive together. Kill together. All thanks to the ability to cyber text one another. So, even if the situation is not as drastic as the zombie apocalypse, remember we can always stay connected. For the same price of a phone call, you can message me your darkest, sickest most depraved desires.  Your wicked accomplice is just a key stroke away.

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Snuff Phone Sex ~ Bloody Cyber Text Sessions

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Everyone loves a good story. But I love a good horror story, don’t you? Would you like to be a part of my own personal bloody story? So much I can do with my fingers, my hands, my mouth, my teeth. When you call me and ask me for my stories of blood and gore, we have such a good time. I become your accomplice, you become my victim.. we hunt together and prey on the weak and lost. We kidnap and violate the young ones. We even violate the dead, and eat our masterpieces for dinner.

Can you imagine after all we have done, there is actually a way we can do more? Instead of just a phone call, you and I can spend time together in a world so sick and twisted it will make your stomach turn. For the same price of a phone call, we can sit very comfortably in our own quiet little world and chat to each other. Yahoo, Skype.. I am sure you have a mobile app for either. Text me from the comfort of work.. or hiding quietly from the Misses. or from the comfort of your computer desktop or laptop. I offer you a way you can be more than one person in our horror story.. you can be the young weak one, or even another gender.. how far do your sick twisted desires go? Mine go further than you can ever imagine. If you have ever had that urge and felt a phone call was not convenient.. give me a heads up and we can move to our own sick world and write our way to blood and gore. See you on the twisted side of life!

~Reagan, your Maiden of Malice~

Let me Go

You told me today was my day. You said you had finally sold me, and that the men had arrived. They had  paid for me, and now they get their time with me. You told me I was to behave as sexy as I could, and then they will snuff me. You left me alone with them. They wore masks, so i was sure I would finally get out of this hell. I would finally get the life drained out of my pathetic fucking life. I would never have to see your face again.

But once you left the room they  stripped down and I saw that I would have two raging cocks to take down before I got my life drained. One more fuck. One more molestation of my body before I get to leave this fucking planet. I wonder to myself if they paid for this part, but who gives a fuck, right? They grabbed me and lifted me in the air by my hair and throat. I struggled, but they were young and strong. One pryed my mouth open and shoved his hard cock in. I sucked how you had taught me as they slapped me in the face and the nipples.

They hoisted me into the air and one penetrated my ass while the other one tore into my pussy. And finally, I saw the knife. One of them held it to my throat as they fucked both my holes. I stopped fighting and laid my head back, begging him to cut my throat. I told them I was a dirty worthless whore and to take me out. They both laughed and just teased me with the knife. One grabbed one of my nipples and the other sliced it right off. The searing pain shot through me, and I could feel my hot blood running down my stomach.

But this wasnt enough. You have beld me so many times, I needed them to cut my throat. I exposed my throat again and started calling them pussies – telling them to kill me now – but they just kept fucking me and pricking my body with the knife. I started crying when I realized they hadn’t paid to snuff me. They had paid to see some blood. They both came, and dropped my bleeding body to the floor and kicked me a few times. I begged them once last time to take my pathetic life, but they just left the room. I watched as my only hope walked out.  Why won’t you let me go, Master? 

The Taste Of Sin

snuff phonesex tasteWhat tastes better then blood? Thick and hot and full of sinful delight. She is on her knees before me. trembling with fear, tears streaking her face, naked, vulnerable, at my mercy. I feel the electricity coursing through me. Sweet nectar being released as my cunt contracts dispensing fluid that drips down my thighs freely. My nipples hard and erect, longing to be touched. I refrain from caressing them and the denial adds more arousal. A knife in one hand and a hand full of her hair in the other. Looking down on her sends a feeling of power coursing through me. I am superior, in control of everything except the sensations that this power brings, the lust that fills me. Yanking her head back so that I can look directly into her eyes, wide with fear I lower the blade to her throat. I can plainly see the pulse in her neck. Her heart is pounding with fear. Touching the blade to the pulsing artery she whimpers. I apply no pressure, not yet. I just run the blade lightly across her neck letting her feel the cold steel. We both know it’s coming but only I know when it will come. Adding a little more pressure to the blade I can see her skin breaking and small drops of blood form on the line where my blade is caressing her skin. Resisting the urge to make this swift, my cunt begins contracting faster and my cum is flowing in heavy gushes now. Finally I slit her throat and watch the blood squirt and drain down her naked and now limp body. Were it not for the grasp I have on her hair she would slump to the floor. Dipping my fingers in the blood I finally touch my nipples, pinching them hard, reveling in the sensation. Licking the blood from my finger tips I explode finally, relishing in the pleasure, releasing her hair and watching her slump to the floor. Sweet, fulfilling release!snuff phonesex angie

Let My Flesh Nourish You

cannibalism phone sex torture subbyMost women masturbate thinking about being eaten. But I bet they don’t get off thinking about being eaten how I think about it. I could care less about having my cunt eaten out or pussy worshiped. I want to literally be eaten. I want a master with a particular diet; one that requires human flesh to survive. I want to nourish my master and maybe his cruel accomplice. Look at me. I am tall, with big beautiful breasts and some meat on my bones. You could sustain yourself on my flesh for quite awhile.I bet I am delectable. 

cannibalism phone sex snuff blondeI want you to hunt me like a wild prey. Abduct me. Keep me locked up while you force feed me like a pig to fatten me up for slaughter. Then I want you to tenderize my meat, season and butter my skin. Shove and apple in my mouth and slow roast me over a fire. I wanna feel the flames engulfing me; I wanna feel my skin charring, falling off my flesh while I am slowly cooked to death for your sustenance, your survival. I wanna die slowly, painfully for your pleasure, your amusement. I want you to get off on my screams, my pain, my pleading for survival.

You know I look tasty. You know I would be scrumptious.  I bet we could cook up all sorts of yummy scenarios together. Let me feed you and your family.

 

A Twisted Tale

knife play phonesex karmaSnow White is one of my favorite fairy tales. Not because of all the sappy shit. Prince Charming and all that Happily ever after crap, but because of the idea of a huntsman looking to cut the heart out of a fair beauty. I often live out the fantasy my way in my mind. The huntsman would go find Snow with blood on his mind, his cock is hard thinking about the fear on her face when he approaches her, the silver blade glistening in the sun light as he raises it high in the air. He knows that when the blade pierces her skin and the blood spurts out of her chest he will cum hard from delight. However he is in for a surprise, she is ready for him with an evil plan of here own. Her pussy is wet with anticipation. She knows that when he comes for her she will pretend to be helpless and scared. This will be to her advantage and at just the right moment she will sink her blade into his flesh. He comes for her heart, she will leave with his brain. She will surely have a knee buckling orgasm when she peels the hair from his scalp and saws the top of his skull off, pulling the mass of grey matter that thought she was weak, the reason he lost his life in her hands, warm and dripping blood just as her pussy drips cum.

Psycho Movie Serial Killer Wannabe

knife play phone sex killer snuffLast night I went to a midnight showing of the original Halloween. It’s a classic. One of my favorite films. Michael Myers is my hero. Gets to kill annoying people with a big ass knife, always allude capture, some how never get killed. I often fancy myself a psycho movie serial killer like Michael, Jason, Freddy, Chucky or Pinhead.  Brutal, evil, cold, invincible. A killing machine who does not worry about that silly thing called guilt. A true sociopath.

There were these two blonde bimbos in front of me that were texting and talking through the movie. I find that annoying. When I asked them politely to shut the fuck up and watch the movie, they got rude with me. I channeled my inner psycho movie serial killer, followed them out when the movie was over. I hide in the shadows,  stalked them, watched them, followed them home. Stupid bitches left a window open. Of course I took that as an invitation. I found them laying in bed together.  They looked like they passed out. Clothes and makeup still on. This was too easy. But sometimes a quick easy kill like one of my heroes would do, is just good for the soul. I plunged my knife into the heart of bimbo #1 and her eyes opened wide, she took a big gasp, then slumped back down on the bed in a bloody pool. Bimbo #2  never even woke up. Her BFF is being snuffed out right next to her, and her drunk ass is snoring. I slit her worthless throat.

I went over to a chair in the corner, licked the blood of my knife, rubbed the blood on me into my pussy as I masturbated. Then I went home, left with an unquenchable desire to kill again. Yes there was lots of blood, which makes me hot. But they were drunk, oblivious to dying. I get off on the fear, the tears, even the screams and resistance. Where is the challenge if they don’t even realize they are being hunted, stalked and killed?  I’m like a vampire, needing to feed.  Would you like to be my accomplice? We can find some unsuspecting bitch, hunt her like an animal, kidnap her and torture her for hours, maybe even days, until we decide we are finished with her.  Sometimes I feel sorry for  my psycho movie serial killers because they play alone.

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Sweet fuck holes

violent phonesex maceyI am here waiting, wanting, needing to be abused. It’s been two days since my last party. I need meat sticks, and a bunch at one time. I am hungry for cum. I need you to throw me on the ground, drunk and not understanding what is even going on, and fuck me till I hurt. Where are you? Cum find me, party with me, and take every one of my sweet fuck holes that you want. Bring all your friends, we will make a party out of it. Bring alcohol, drugs of all kinds. Get me fucked up, and beat up every dripping wet spot I have. I need you to cum take your aggressions out on me with your cock. Please I need to be punished, and you and your friends are the only ones who can do it. We will make a night of fucking, skull fucking, and raw abuse that I crave so much, I even love you to forcefully take my ass. Bring me the pain, and the abuse, and you wont be sorry. I’m a cum slut, and I am waiting for you.

Blood Doctrine Part One

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I remember being pulled out of my room, I couldn’t see anything, it was so dark, I woke up to hands around my arms, I thought it was a dream, they were gentle, it was surreal. How was I supposed to know that in the darkness of my safe home five people were very gently taking me into their hands all at once, scooping me up and lifting me. I didn’t realize it until we descended the stairs and went to the driveway of my home. I don’t remember being scared, I was too tired, I thought it was some fucked up joke my dad and his friends were playing on me.
It wasn’t them though, when my eyes were fully open, I was sitting in the back of a dimly lit van, there were other girls in there, the ones that carried me, and a few boys, but I wasn’t use to seeing girls.
“We saw you,” one said, brushing my hair from my eyes, “through your window, yesterday night…”
One of the guys, much more firm in tone, unlike the girl’s airy voice said, “they just sorta knew you were our number six,” then he smiled at me, turning back to the face the front of the car after having backed up.
“Right… for what?” I asked, but one of the girls was already unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off of me slowly, stripping me.
I wasn’t resistant, being stripped was something I was use to, she seemed pleased by this, but I was not use to being reclothed, and when she draped a cloak, over my shoulders, I was shocked. The people in the back quickly did the same, stripping and pulling on cloaks.
I could see a house, we were pulling up to someone’s house, the lights were still on, two cars in the driveway. Where were they taking me?
“What’s your name?” A young blonde girl asked me as she slipped out of her panties.
“Kali, my name is Kali.”
“I’m Debby, you can call me Debs, everyone does.”
Then, one by one, the five strangers added names to each of their faces as they cloaked themselves.
We left the van, they were telling me I was going to join them, this was like an initiation, they all went through it at least once, and I would be stronger if I made it out of it fine.
If?
I decided not to question, and I realized there was a knife in the pocket of my cloak, and Adam, he was loading a gun.
When James came back around from the other side of the house, he had blood on his face, and his hands, “Someone was outside, you guys, but they left the back unlocked, we gotta do this quick, ok?”
I didn’t know what to do, I’d never hurt anyone, why were they doing this, who were they, what kind of group was this. My mind flooded with questions that seemed to come with no reply, so I stood there, stiff and awkward, my chest rising and falling a little more quickly as Sophia took my hand and lead me down the path to the back yard in which we would make our entrance into the house.
That’s when I saw the corpse, neck slit, stab wounds to the head, bubbled blood pouring past his lips.
I felt sick.
I felt…..
Nora leaned down, looking the man in the face, handing me her knife and whispering “hold on a second, a necklace slipping from her robe, I hadn’t noticed it until now, but it was decorated in human teeth, why could I only see them now? In the car I was so dazed, I thought they were shells.
But there she was, bending down and placing a foot on the corpse’s head, fingers firmly placed on one of his front teeth only to give a rough yank, enough to slip it from the bloody maw with a cruel snap. 
She looked pleased…
I, without much pride left, vomited in the bushes. 
Then they pulled me inside… 

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