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Missing his Touch

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Master has been into using me to make money these lonely days in the basement. He met a snuff porn producer and has decided to do some mild pussy trauma films. This means hours of torture to any and every part of my body till he says stop. This leaves me helpless and afraid. Master may love to hate me and at times it gets just awful but I know that he is not going to take my life. He enjoys the things he does to me and sees death as an easy way out. That being said these monsters he allows to have the pleasure of ravaging my body do not stop. They will choke me till I pass out and I will wake up to a flat iron clamping my nipples. Master always let me know that everything is okay after every film. He allows me to suckle from his life-force and feed me his sperm. If it was not for the power of his protein pack substance I would have been dead a while ago. Now I wish for it, no matter how sad Master would be to have to find another sex slave. My body used to be for Master’s pleasure and has now become a fuck factory for anything from gangbangs to knife in my pussy. There is nothing worse than feeling your pussy get ripped open by a knife that is filling it. At least Master cares for me enough to sew me back up. I love him so much. I hope he will fill my cunt with his beautiful rod again.

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Big Pot!

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I turned that girl from last week into cordon bleu. I know traditionally the recipe calls for chicken but she was such a little pussy that I thought the course was appropriate. I fucked myself with my favorite jagged dildo for dessert since I was still getting wet from chasing her down into the dirt. That’s the rest of her though so I’ve been prospecting my next hunt and even found a nice stew that calls for a lot of rump so I need a fat ass to fill this pot I’ve got waiting to be used. In the mean time I’ve been using my favorite carving knife on my tits so I can cum like ocean waves. Ricky’s dick alone just isn’t doing it for me any more. I need another fucked up and twisted guy to help me along the way. Everyone needs a partner in crime and I need one with a big fucking cock and a big fucking knife who’s willing to use it both to penetrate me with. 

Killer Phone Sex: A verse of Demise

Here is a Killer Phone Sex diddy I wrote based off of the Christmas tune so true to my soul rotting in hell version. I am a sinner, but only to those whom are bigger sinners in that they pretend, lie, and cloak their true selves with flesh masks of soccer moms and dads. Those holier than thou are the biggest sinners. Those of deafening religious righteousness only anger me into hate fucking their sullen skulls.

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Silent Night, Deadly Night
Nothing insight, but the burial site
Pound yer steak, make no mistake
Unholy varmint, so tender and blight
Rotting in a stench ridden night
Rotting in a stench ridden night

Unholy Dead  so rotted and smelly
Hell welcomes them into it’s night
Unholy creatures dredge from below
Unholy hosts chant incantations of murder and sorrow
Undead, the undead have risen
The undead of the netherworld has risen…
Silent Night Deadly night
Son of Sam takes another soul..
Gory secrets from below unfold
Deaths rotting stench fills the nostrils of many
Once the stench is smelt the living become dead
Unholy night, silent cries
Blood curdling screams of death unearthed…
Unliving  evil purged and with blight… Unholy night of innocence lost..
Bludgeoning heads of girls so young
Son of Sam makes my dreams cum true… at last…
Blood curdling screams of innocence now gone.

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After a binge of snorting some shit up my nose I watched a ton of documentaries on world war 2 and a shit ton of porn. I have this fantasy of grabbing a bitch off the street and taker her home. I want to see how long the human body took to no longer live. Starving someone was going to take a lot of time and patients, something I don’t have normally. I know exactly who to take. Kaylee, she was a whore down on 5th ave. No one cared about her or where she was. Kaylee was always strung out and she eats pussy like a pro.

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I know I can trick her into going to my apartment and after a few days when she comes down she isn’t going to leave. Starving her isn’t going to be enough for me. I’ll have to see how much pain she can take. Cut her and make her drain her blood. She will be a dirty toilet, since she wont be eating or drinking anything I don’t think I need to let her out to let her go potty. I do think I will let her eat protein… Let someone fuck her throat till they cum. I’m excited to beat her, fuck her, piss on her. If you have any other suggestions, Id love to hear them. Ill be waiting her watching her suffer.. 

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Evil Easter

violent phone sex angieHe looks diabolical in his Evil Easter Bunny get up. Just looking at him and imagining the carnage we are going to bring at the sweet community Easter social that this boring town holds every year makes me dripping wet wtih evil anticipation. All the brats out in their Sunday best running around carefree, laughing and looking for colored eggs in the park. It makes me sick….but our plans are going to bring a dark and twisted turn to an otherwise perfect day for the little twits. He is going to hide behind the bushes and scare the shit out of the little twits until I point out the one that I want to bring home. Then he is going to nab that little fucker and throw her in the van. Kidnapped by the Evil Easter Bunny, it is sinister and diabolical an absolutely perfect! I have a wonderful little torture chamber set up that is themed Evil Easter with everything from rotten boiled eggs to a boiling pot so that I can turn my little wit into a human Easter egg. I have holiday plans of my own for tomorrow and I can’t wait  for them to come true! violent phone sex bunny

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus: Who Do You Want to Snuff Out?

killer phone sex fantasies butcher girlI get asked all the time about my ideal victim. I am rather steadfast in my assertion that I have no type other than a person who has annoyed the crap out of me in some fashion. Age, race, gender… don’t matter to me because worthless fucks come in all shapes and sizes. Self entitled assholes, stupid fucks, whinny brats, needy bitches, small dick losers, are everywhere. But putting all that aside, the type I fantasize about butchering the most is the American Bimbo. Vacuous, attention seeking, drama filled, gold digging, bed hopping, Botox injecting, fake looking whores who give real women a bad reputation.

 I have zero tolerance for fake ass stupid bitches. When I see them at the mall shopping on some sugar daddy’s dime, or teetering drunk on stripper heels at some club, or using their plastic parts to get what they want, I’m consumed with sadistic ideas on how to dismember and torture them. I want to inflict insurmountable agony to their fake bodies. I have murderous visions of sawing off big bogus titties and feeding them to a pack of wild dogs. Using pliers to snap off dragon lady finger nails. Peeling the fake tanned skin from their bodies. Violating their bubble butts with a blow torch. Pulling the bleach blonde hair from their heads by the root. Sewing up their whore cunts so they cannot breed brats they can’t feed. Cutting out their tongues so they cannot ask stupid questions or lie. Yanking the ring from their worthless belly buttons with my teeth. My pussy drips at the thought of ridding the world of these dim-witted piranhas.

 On second thought, maybe I do have a type. Who wants to hunt with me?

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Easter Egg Hunt

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So I decided this year in the spirit of the holiday season Terry would play the fury little thing in pink and lay eggs around in peoples yards for all the brats to find when they woke up. I got the idea when I was at the dollar store watching a bunch of idiots fumble and fight one another over stupid candy to stuff into their plastic eggs. Now normally I would encourage this kind of hatred towards one another but on a day like today I just wanted to get the fuck out of their after dousing the place with tear gas.

So I shoved some of the plastic eggs into my purse and walked out with the choice that I was going to fill these with something everyone could appreciate. I was sitting in my car holding one of them in my hand, it was so shinny and covered in the nastiest pink color you could find. I wracked my brain over what to put in them as I went to pull out of the parking lot only to be cut off by a dick wad in a green suv. That is when it occurred to me it is not so much what as who I should be stuffing this disgusting decorations with. Poor guy was about ready to be planted all around the town. So he pulled into the Floormart parking lot, no doubt in a hurry to pick up something for his little spawn he forgot to grab. I watched him stalking him from the aisle and was already at my car when he got to his which was next to mine. We were both parked at the end of the lot since the lot was stuffed. I pretended to act all damsels in distress like I could not get my trunk open. I poked my butt out for him to see and he took the bait fast like they always did. “Here let me help with that” He said winking at me and lifting the trunk lid. His wedding ring sparkled at me as to say ‘kill this cheating asshole’ And that was all I needed. I knocked him in the back of the head with my tire iron and shoved him in.

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When I got home the prick was still passed out and I had to carry his heavy ass all the way to the garage. I tied him to a chair while I laid out layers of plastic to make clean up a little bit easier. Once everything was done I laid him on the floor and grabbed my jar with Curare in it and poked him with a needle and that on the tip. This was going to paralyze his voluntary muscles so I attached oxygen under his nose. I need him to be still for what I was going to do and quiet, but he needed to feel every second of it. I attached tourniquet to each of his limbs tightly. As they became purple I would saw through them one at a time and then cauterize them with my portable electric burner. He breathed heavily and his body became drenched in sweat. I took his leg in my hand and sat by his head, criss cross just like one of his brats would. I took a scalpel too it and began to knife down the skin ripping it. I would then take a shred of it ball it up and stuff it into the eggs. He tried to shut his eyes and I supper glued them upen and held them till they dried. I was even sweet enough to add eye drops. I continued the process of cutting his limbs and stuffing the eggs till all four limbs were done. 4 hours later I had grown bored. I grabbed his wallet and got his address. I took the two bags of egg and chopped off his head to come with me. I giggled; I had forgotten he was alive. Lol. Was.

I took him back to him house and set everything up. When his family woke up the next morning they would find his head in the basket on the porch and eggs of him spread up and down the street. I hope everyone has a memorable Easter this year. I really tried my hardest to make it one no one would forget. 

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I thought this was a dream, I thought pinching myself would wake me up. I’m in a dark wet room. I am hiding from the beast. After he threw me against the wall I felt my left arm break. I ripped the bottom of my shirt off to make a sort of sling on for it. I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is playing that stupid scary game with my brother. I don’t remember going to bed, but I can’t wake from this nightmare.

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I keep running but its not working Those things keep finding me. I feel something inside me moving. I don’t know what it is. I’m getting flash backs to this big bug holding me down. Then a bunch of men fucking me. They all shot their dirty demons loads into my pussy. I think they wanted me to get pregnant. I am pregnant with bugs.. or evil demon babies. Oh god. I hear someone.. its coming closer. I’m trying to be quiet, I am hiding in this small cabinet, praying to god to save me. The doors are ripped off and I feel claws and hands pulling me out. “There is no god. You are in hell bitch.”

Spring Means Pig Roasts!

cannibalism phone sex snuffOne of the many things I enjoy about warmer weather are picnics. I am a huge fan of old fashioned pig roasts. I find the perfect pig, invite a few close friends over, and we set around the fire telling ghost stories and eating. Now, my pig roasts are unlike any other you have attended. I don’t actually roast pig. Pig is cheap and bad for you. I have a much more sophisticate pallet. I roast young women, sorta like veal. The younger girls are more tender, void of the toxins that plague more seasoned meat, and leaner.

We stalk the perfect “pig” for weeks. Learn her habits, determine if she is pure enough to devour. She has to be special to sacrifice. This year’s piggy is April. She is as smart as she is beautiful. She is a vegan who does not believe in dying her hair or tanning or using botox. It is rare to find a natural beauty in this day and age. But we are patient, and we do our research to find the perfect meal.

fantasy phone sex cooking fleshRight now she is in my basement getting prepped. Being fed healthy smoothies to plump her up. Having her body washed daily in pineapple juice to make her tastier. People think cannibals are savages, crazed killers, but there are many sound reasons for eating human flesh. It’s quite healthy. The bones can be ground up for many medicinal benefits, including good dental hygiene. Many diseases can be prevented by eating the human brain. It promotes  communalism. It helps with population control. One body can feed a family for several months , and provide well balanced nutrition. So cannibalism is cost efficient.

My friends and I are always looking for, um, fresh meat. Although it is fun to hunt your dinner, there is nothing wrong with pointing us in the direction of our next meal. Maybe you would enjoy helping me stalk my next meal or would like to offer yourself up as dinner. There is no higher purpose in life than sacrificing your life for others. When my next meal is served, will you be a guest or the main course?

A Bloody Mary Before Dinner

cannibalism phone sex torture bloodyAs I was suspended from a rafter, I heard blood curdling screams beneath me. It was dark. I could see nothing. Added to the mix was the sound of a chainsaw. I was shaking uncontrollably from fear. What carnage was going on beneath me. Was I next? The screams were deafening. I wanted to help but I was restrained and gagged. Suddenly I felt something warm and sticky spray my body. The screams stopped. I tried to be quiet, not to whimper. My heart was racing. Whatever had happened beneath my feet did not end well for the screaming girl.

I could feel myself being lowered down to the floor. I stepped in something warm, but wet. It was seeping between my toes. I was paralyzed with fear. Instinctively I knew I was in the middle of a blood bath. What I was feeling surrounding my feet was blood. Copious amounts of blood. Without warning bright lights came on. The lights were blinding, but I could see the dead girl in the bathtub. Her limbs severed and dangling in a macabre fashion. She looked like a slain China doll. Her blood had filled up the shallow tub she was contained in and overflowed onto the floor, engulfing me.

bloody phone sex tortureTwo men were gutting her like a pig. They appeared to be harvesting her organs. They pulled her eyes out from their sockets, put them on ice. They separated the vital organs like the heart, liver and kidneys from the intestines and the brain. I puked at the smell.  Surely this was a nightmare and I would wake up and be back at the club dancing. I watched a man in black rubber boots and a rubber apron, chop up the body parts they could not sell. The non worthy flesh was put in a industrial size blender. Puréed brain, intestines and sinew was poured into a cup.

I watched him chug it like it was a beer. I thought I would vomit. Then he poured a second glass, walked over to where I was hanging, pulled my head back and forced me to consume the bloody remains of the dead girl before my eyes. I was told if I spit it back up, I would be in the tub next. I tried to think of it  as just a Bloody Mary. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Was I a victim or an accomplice? He replied, “Neither. You are dinner. It’s customary to a have a drink before a meal.”