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The Queen of Death

knife play phone sexI played accomplice for Mr. D last night. Picked up some young whore at the local pizza place. She was drunk outta her mind and I promised to get her home safe. She was wearing tiny slut shorts and no bra. Ripe for the picking. Young and tender just the way he likes them.
He jumped on her like a piece of choice ribeye. Tore her clothes off and starting fucking her dry. She was all moaning and blubbering, snot running down her face. Made me wanna cave her nose in. Gross slut. She seemed to enjoy it at first and I got jealous. Mr. D is my man and only I can please him. Here’s this bratty whore trying to convince him how much she likes the abuse. I couldn’t stand it. I kicked her in the head while she sucked his cock. He knew I was jealous and egged me on, making her suck his balls. I lost it and stabbed her right in the spine. She went limp, her spinal cord severed. He picked her limp rag doll body up, threw her on the bed and stuck his cock in her. He taunted me that she was tighter than me and so much younger. Such an obedient fuck doll. He might have to keep her around. I saw red. I jumped up on the head of the bed and took her head in my hands and began to squeeze her throat. She gurgled. He got harder. I squeezed more and her lips turned blue. “Do it,” he roared, his orgasm hitting him hard. I slit the whore’s throat just as he burst cum into her pussy. Her dying gasp made me cum too. He fucked me right there in a pool of her blood. I am still the queen of death. He’ll never give me up.

Extreme Necrophilia Slut

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I have always had a twisted fascination towards necrophilia. I’m not sure what it is, the fact that it’s so taboo or just that I get so bored with vanilla sex. I’m always on the lookout for a hot new sexual experience that will make me get off harder than I ever have before. I saw some really hot snuff porn and that got me thinking that it would be really fucking hot to fuck a dead guy. Especially right after rigor mortis kicks in, that dick will stay nice and stiff and I can ride that cold dead flesh. I want to make sure that it’s a fairly fresh dead body though so I’m going to sneak into the mortuary after it closes for the day. My best friend works there and she signs for the dead bodies as they come in. She knows what a sex freak I am so she agreed to give me the heads up when a new shipment came in and lucky for me, you got unloaded from that hearse.

She tossed me the keys and told me to lock up when I was done. You weren’t cleaned up yet, she would get to all of that in the morning and you still had blood spattered on your body. It looked like you really pissed someone off and died a very violent death because there were too many stab wounds through your body to even count. My pussy started to drip as I looked at your naked, bloody, cold body. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties off so I could straddle your face. I rubbed my drippy wet cunt juices all over your face as I licked your dead cock. It was so cold and stiff against my lips, I felt so freaky hot sucking it into my mouth and getting it all coated in my saliva. Then I slid down your lifeless body and took your dead cock inside my pussy. I slowly slid down on it balls deep and rode your cold rigor mortis infused dick into multiple orgasms. It was so hot that I can’t wait to fuck another dead body.

Bloody phone sex

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My fur baby Crowley is such a good boy. He loves me so much and is so protective. Crowley and I have a very connected relationship. I would rather spend my life with him for forever than being with any worthless human. No human man or woman makes me cum like Crowley does. I started happening as an accident. I passed out with a sandwich in my lap and Crowley started eating it along with my pussy. It felt so fucking good to have his big wide tongue teasing my cunt through my panties. I took them off and sat there looking at him, waiting for him to do it again. He sniffed around and started lick me. He looked up at me and that is when I realized I started my period. I spread my pussy lips, laid back and let Crowley eat my bloody cunt. It was amazing. His face was covered in blood but he fucking loves my bloody pussy! 

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.

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

Souls Cry out within the Bloody Room

snuff phone sexAlone in the bloody room with closed eyes.
Afraid to look ahead,
Afraid to look behind.
I fear that death has come for me.
My end is near.
No one hears my pleas.
So I lie here waiting, my breath abating.
My heart still beating.
Splattered in red,
that comes from me.
Evil is here.
It won’t let me be.
The knife twists deeper
and still I bleed.
And into my cunt,
he pumps his seed.
I pray to heaven
that I die tonight.
That my end is quick
and the light is bright.
Cause alone in the dark is no place to die.
Left here to rot
until my bones are dry.
Evil is near.
Her name is Natasha.
If she catches you,
the devil has gotcha.
Run for your life,
girls and boys.
Cause you are nothing to her
But pretty fuck-toys.

Mommie Dearest

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I have always known my mother hated me. She was always the first to tell me. Since I could remember my mother would come to me, She would be sweet at first but then change. There was evil in her eyes. She would start by telling me how I never needed a man. She would stick her fingers inside of me. Telling me that one day I would love being fingered. Then she would start kissing me, kissing down my body to my clit. She would suck on my clit. Just as it started to feel good she would bite me. She was a evil fucking cunt. Once she almost bit my clit completely off. Now that I am older I hate both men and women. I have more love for animals than I do for people. That is why I hurt so many people. It turns me on to watch a man bleeding to death after I chop his cock off. I fucking love hurting people. 

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Taboo Phone Sex Goth Princess

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Before i was a taboo phone sex slut i was just a normal goth princess. Well as normal as you could call a goth babe. I wore lots of black eyeliner and listened to all things dark and demented. That is when i used i really started to come into my own. I was like an evil Lolita. I carried around a goth doll with me everywhere and wore my dresses with fishnet stockings. That is when i first met him. His name was christian. He was the one who turned me into the goth phone sex bad ass i am today. He taught me how to do all kinds of mean nasty things. 

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One time i was going to lure me in a nice little piggy to take to slaughter. I was such a little brat then. I just wanted to make christian proud. I had my dolly in my hand and was walking in the dark, humming hymnals, sure to catch a predator. I was approached by the creepiest of creeps. He asked me what my dolls name was. I tried to act shy. He asked if i wanted a lolli pop and backed me into the ally. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick and when he dick i put my mouth on it and bit it off. I told him my dolls name was soul muncher and skipped away. When i presented Christian with the maimed cock he patted me on the head. This was the start to many years of fun!

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Goth teen phone sex with Ivy

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I have a hunger I can not seem to feed. No matter what I do it is still there. After my 4th victim this week I deiced to take things slower. I snorted a bunch of lines and got jacked up. I waited for big daddy to come into the room. I wanted to watch his big black cock shred this underage pussy up. I did not like how this cunt was looking at me. I walked past the play ground and there she was. Just staring at me. I walked past her and got an Idea. I ran back to her and told her there was a fur ball stuck and I need her little hands to help get to the little fur ball. She ran right with me and the next thing she knew she was waking up strapped down to a cold metal table screaming as big daddies big black cock was ripping her to shreds. I rubbed my cunt as I sat on the table just above her head. I took my heels and shoved them into her tiny chest making her scream more and more. Fuck I love this!!

Goth Teen Phone Sex To Die For

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I learned young that this world was a dark place and that no one was going to make it better but myself. I sat and dwelled in the world that was darkness for many years till I found my friend, blood. Something about it and how it bonded with my vamperic like soul made me long for its sweet release. I loved torturing others, it reflected the pain I felt inside for every moment of my life until that very moment. It was beautiful watching death come into someone body. The look in their eyes as their soul voided into the dark space made me long for to be the goth teen phone sex slut that would let others experience the art of death I was gifted with. Both sides in my evil phone sex are vitally important. My clients provide me the scenario in which I need to work my canvas of death. My victim provides me with their expression, their longing to live, their fight. I can work out everything in my murder phone sex fantasies that my client asks for, but my reaction to my pain that I place upon my canvas is something that will never be able to be scripted. The raw mutilation of their bodies and the way the blood chooses it path is something that is rarely predictable. My ears long to hear my dark canvas of death scream into them. Most of all my skin aches when not coated with the sweet blood of my dead victims. It fills my black heart when I hear the music of their death rattle, the last attempt of their lungs to save their souls. I will never stop killing, and I will never stop bathing my body in the blood of my dad canvas. A true artist in the world of darkness.

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