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In The Dead Of The Night

taboo phone sex karmaAll tucked in, teddy held tight in your arms, your eyes are heavy and you long to be in that magical world known as dreamland. You feel yourself drifting closer to that place where the clouds are giant marshmallows and you can play with all the animals. Not tonight…..tonight I am sending the darkest shadows to that happy place. Where you thought there would be light, there will be dark. Terror lurks in every shadow and evil is chasing you. Your heart is beating with fear, the faster you run the closer it gets. The walls are closing in on you, breathing in and out and trapping you. You open your mouth to scream but no sound escapes your lips. Mommy and Daddy are no where to be found. You’re alone, abandoned, helpless and the devil himself is breathing down your neck. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck. You dare to turn around and look into the glowing red eyes that are the face of death. Your going to die here in what was once your safe place. You wake up with a start, sweat soaking your cute little pajamas, your walls softly lit by glowing stars and moons. Afraid to close your eyes and go back to sleep? Good that is how it is supposed to be…. 

The Wendigo

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I was born evil, I was born with a hunger that never ended. I hunt for my meal. I like fresh meat, I don’t kill every piece of meat I see. I look for the perfect one. Juicy while living. Young meat is still tender and soft, it cooks well in its own juices. The thrill of hunting is intoxicating. Its like my drug. After I snag my hunt I do not kill it right away. I bring it home, I clean the body and remove its hair. I want my meat to know exactly what I intend them for. I love listening to my sweet meat cry and beg me to let them go. These whores I find on the street are homeless, drunk and alone. I show them my photos of my past meals, taunting them with the recipes I have to make their human flesh taste so amazing. I get so turned on listening to them that I go and find porn to help me cum. My porn is stories online about different Cannibalism stories. I found one about the Wendigo. The wendigo is a monster. I am the Wendigo. I am the monster who eats people. I am the monster who is sexually charged by killing. Are you a monster? Do you want to turn into my wendigo mate? Come eat with me. 

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Jingle, Jangle, Tick, Tock…

torture phone sexHere comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail….WTF is it? It can’t be human. It’s not the freaking Easter Bunny. It’s Michael, the jingly jangly bell wearing pansy. He’s coming down the hall, dancing a jig, and looking pukey in pepto pink. I hate faggots, and bunnies, and sissies who wear “pretty pink penis pouches.” And I especially hate pink.
If I had the chance, I’d like to turn him blood red instead, after I beat his fairy ass with a cane until he cries like a little girl. Oh, I wouldn’t kill him slowly and painfully. I’d just give him what he wants. I’d slice open those ruffled panties and stroke his pathetic little cock until it was swollen. Then, I’d make him beg for his life. Or worse, yet, I’d cut off his balls and useless appendage and make him into a girly with an ass-pussy and a pair of jingly bells.

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“Oh Michael, better pay up. The WBMT girls need vacation money. We are some greedy bitches. If you don’t comply with our wishes, and become our paypiggy, we’ll make your name public in our blogs so the whole world knows your secret, Michael Fra…”
(Evil giggles) I think I’ll turn your pretty pink pics into my own evil creations. Maybe then you’ll know how serious we are, you little pansy. Better open that wallet wide. Blackmail bitches are coming for your cotton candy ass.
Shake that cute little ass right over to the bank now and give in to our demands and we’ll spare you the shame and humiliation of having your friends and family know your dirty little secret. I’d hate to have to send that nasty cum-stained penis pouch home to your family. Makes my pussy wet just to think about the pain I’d cause.
Ohhhh, pink is so much prettier when it’s splattered with red…..

Your evil freak,
Natasha

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The Curse

taboo phone sex karmaThe moon was high in the black night sky, a storm was brewing as I sat and watched the house. The widows were lit from within. Earlier, when no one was home, I had crept in and placed the cursed stone behind the sofa in the living room. Now I waited to see what mayhem would befall the house hold. Suddenly I heard the loud voices of fighting coming from inside. Then I saw the silhouette of the couple fighting. I could tell her hands were up in self defense and he was beating her. The screams brought the juices of excitement flowing down my legs. Suddenly I saw the splash of blood across the window and she fell limp. Sneaking in I crept to the window and watched him, on top of her, his face covered in her blood and his mouth full of her flesh. He was devouring her and I was standing there masturbating to the scene before me. Tomorrow I would remove the stone and place it in another house and wait to see how well it worked. 

The Thrill Of The Hunt

taboo phone sex angieThe weekend is upon us and I have a wonderful hunt scheduled. I have two couples in the basement that I abducted last week. I have resisted the urge to play with them, as difficult as that has been. They are shackled, but have been well fed and taken care of and other then living out a couple of rape fantasies over the week they have been well cared for. Tonight several friends are coming over and we are taking our prey out to a large piece of land that we use. We will strip them naked and release them with nothing but their wits into the night. We wait 20 minutes and then sound the horn for the start of the hunt. I will feel that familiar tingle inside when I see the gleam of hope in their eyes. But they won’t get off the land alive. Hunting humans is one of my favorite things to do. the hunt is usually over with in twenty four hours. I hope this time these victims are a bit more resourceful and it lasts at least till Sunday morning. 

Here, Piggy, Piggy!!

rape phone sex fantasiesI should’ve known he wasn’t a real cop. I was walking out of the bar when he stopped me. “Miss, you aren’t planning on driving, are you?” he asked, looking stern.
I laughed at him. The next thing I knew, he had me thrown against the wall. “Spread ’em, bitch.” he said, frisking me and grabbing my tits. I was scared as I was already on probation. “Don’t make me taze you.” I cowered as he reached up under my skirt and fingered my pussy. I think a man in uniform is hot, so I didn’t fight when he unfastened his uniform pants. He grabbed me by the hair and bent me over.
I felt his cop cock penetrate me deeply. I put both hands on the wall to take the force of his thrusts. His balls were banging hard against me. “Please, sir, Take me to jail, but don’t do this.” I begged. He smashed my face against the wall. “Shut the fuck up, druggy cunt. I know how you fuck all the guys around here. You didn’t give me the time of day until I was a cop.”
I knew then who he was. He was the local perv who took advantage of women when they were drunk. He was famous for roofies in ladies drinks, then taking them home to fuck them, sodomize them, and make videos to blackmail them with.
His thick cock swelled in my unwilling pussy. I felt him start to shudder and I knew he was going to spew his dirty cum deep inside me. I began to fight and scream, hearing my cries echo in the empty street. He pulled out then and spun me around. “Suck me off.” he ordered, punching me in the face.
I gobbled furiously as he pumped his load into my face, yelling obscenities, and making a scene. He left me leaning against the wall in shock as he re-entered the club, waiting for his next victim. I limped down the dark alley, bloodied and broken, heading home to find some release in druggie paradise.

The Crime Scene

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You watch tv and you hear the same old line, “The killer always goes back to the crime scene.” It’s true, I go back every time. I like to look at the roses, or toys left behind. I am a sick twisted bitch and love to hurt people. I always take a little piece of them home for Crowley to eat. I love feeding my big fur baby. He loves to eat my victims. It is like he craves it over his bagged shit dry food. I need to feed him fresh meat more often. He loves it so much. My fur baby rewards me after I feed him. I’ll be covered in blood and after he eats his treat he comes over to me and starts licking me from head to toe. He takes his time right at my pussy. I like to fuck after I end their lives. I get my pussy covered in blood just for Crowley. When his cold wet nose rubs against my clit I am instantly wet. His big wide tongue slips in and out of my pussy hole. God I love him and I love the crime scenes I leave behind.

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You’re such a perverted old man. I saw you watching me for weeks as I walked down to the store to get some food. I should have known you were a dangerous man just by the way your dark eyes never stopped staring. I could feel them on me even when I wasn’t looking at you. Today when I went out, you weren’t in your usual place. I felt relieved to not have your eyes on me, but then to my surprise you were inside the store. You came up beside me and stuck a knife to chest and told me to be quiet and follow you.

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You led me back to the back room of the store but there were no employees back there. It seemed odd but I was too terrified to think about that. You made me take of my pantyhose and tied them around my mouth so I couldn’t scream. You kept the knife close to my throat and began acting out all your rape phone sex fantasies on me. You ripped my skirt up around my waist and tore my shirt completely off. You began groping my entire body and I felt so naked and violated and afraid.

You grabbed my little nipple and squeezed and pinched and twisted so hard it made my eyes water. You spun me around to face the dirty wall and I felt you taking your cock out of your pants. You got up behind me and all I could smell were cigarettes. You rammed your cock up between my legs into my throbbing pussy. You were long and hard and I yelped a little even through the gag. You fucked my pussy then my asshole and then shot your cum all over my bare back. You told me to get on the floor and stay there until you were gone. I did as I was told, but now I have to walk home again and I wonder if you will be back for more.

No Cowboy’s Sweetheart

strangulation phone sexFucking redneck piece of shit. They are such easy kills. Watching too many farm animals fuck has made them think women are the same. Male sniffs female cunt and finds her in season. Female lefts tail. Male sticks cock in. HAHA. They just can’t figure out that I’m not one of them. I’m no fucking brood male.
Ol’ country Cooter thought I’d be an easy lay from the city. Oh, he was so wrong. I played my role so well. He bought me a few drinks at a local eat n puke. I giggled at his lame ass jokes. And then he offered to take me for a ride on his tractor. Seriously, had he been listening to too much country music? Your damn tractor aint fucking sexy. What was sexy was the thought of me running over his pathetic ass with that tractor. Imagining his bones crunching underneath the wheels while he screamed for mercy. Now, THAT made my panties wet.
So, I let Cooter boy take me for a ride in his crappy pick-up. We ended up in a field. He threw down a nasty horse blanket and urged me to lie down beside him. Dumb fucker. I let him kiss me, his sloppy tongue trying to touch mine. He reached his hands up under my shirt and touched my titties, moaning like he had never seen any. I helped him take his jeans off.  He was wearing some disgusting tightie whities with yellow stains on them. I almost fucking puked. Poor ol’ boy never saw it coming. He was being led to slaughter.
While he was busy groping and fondling, I had discovered a 3 foot length of barb wire lying in the brush. He was so stoked on getting into my panties that he didn’t realize that I had eased it behind his head. Now that made me excited for real. I tore off my panties quickly and straddled him. He was practically pumping the air when I settled my hot box right down on his cock. Dumb hick piece of shit. I couldn’t wait to watch him die. I took his cock to the hilt, rocking back and forth, getting more and more excited. My swollen clit was sloppy wet, soaking his balls with my juice. I dug my heels into his thighs, wishing I was wearing spurs to tear his flesh.
I rode that cock hard, taking every inch of him deep inside. He was whimpering with need now, begging. “Please, Tasha. I’m gonna cum.” I smiled at him as his cock began to throb and his eyes rolled back. At that moment I pounced. I pulled the barb wire noose tight around his throat and fucked him harder. He was helpless as his balls emptied into me and my own pussy contracted. He never quit coming. Even as he thrashed and died, his dick stayed hard in my cunt as I screamed at the moon in triumphant orgasm.
It was the best fucking sex ever. I left him there on the blanket with his cock limp, as I drove off in his pick-up truck. Time for another hick town country night. Yee-haw, mother fuckers.

Your sexy psycho,
Natasha

Taboo phone sex with Makayla

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I could not fight him off, he just took me. Middle of the day and people around. They just kept walking like they did not hear me screaming. Maybe they thought he was my pimp coming after me for money. He got me to him home and threw me down the stairs. I know my ankle is broken the bone is sticking out of my skin. He walked down laughing his evil laugh. He ripped my panties off  and stuck his cock inside of me. I was screaming trying to fight him off. “You like this don’t you! Your pussy is wet, you are a dirty whore.

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You love it! Tell me you fucking love it!” He came inside of me as I screamed. He chained me up to a wooden pole in his basement. I am not the first one he has taken. I am not the last. I sit here on the cold floor, screaming for help. I am bleeding and watching the door at the top of the stairs. What is he going to do next? Is he going to end my life? Tell me what you would do to a druggy whore locked in your basement.

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