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I love feeling your warm blood running down my body. I rub my pussy at the blood slowly runs down to my cunt. Using your blood as my lube to rub and finger fuck my pussy, makes me so fucking horny. The sounds of your screams as I whip you makes my nipples hard. I love to see the pain in your face, the way you try to run from me while you’re tied up makes me giggle. You are never going to leave here alive. I’m going to use you, and then leave your body here for the wild animals to eat. Call me know if you want to know all the dirty and evil things I will do to you.

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Taboo Phone Sex: I Do What Other Chicks Can’t Even Imagine

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is my specialty. I do all the sick, depraved things those vanilla girls and GFEs couldn’t even imagine. Guys ask me all the time how I got so sick and dominant. Genetics. My mother was a bad ass dominatrix and daddy was her slave. I remember being a young girl watching my mom spit right in my daddy’s face several times a day. She would shame him for his little dick and pathetic nature. I was raised by a dominant bitch, however, she lacked the balls I do for anything more hardcore than humiliation. Daddy thought he could have his way with me when I was a teen. Mommy clearly wasn’t having anything to do with his little pecker. Well, I wasn’t either. The second time he tried to molest me was his last. I cut his balls off in my bed. I went to bed with a kitchen knife under my pillow waiting for him to slither into my bed again and molest me. As his fat sweaty body was on top of me, I reached under the pillow and sliced off his balls as he was shoving his cock into my young pussy. Mommy heard him screaming and crying in pain. I saw the look of horror on her face when she saw his testicles in my hand. I feared I was in trouble. But her look of horror soon turned to a wicked smile. As daddy was begging for her help, she shook her finger at him, spit in his face and told him that is what he gets for diddling his daughter. Later that night I got lots of presents from my mom rewarding me for doing what she couldn’t do. My mom gave me my disdain for most people and my feeling of superiority, but I think God gave me the inner strength to do what others are too scared to actually do.

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Starving them for Ash Wednesday

blasphemy phone sexIt’s Ash Wednesday and that makes me excited. It’s time for my annual Catholic schoolgirl massacre. Watch the news and see how many go missing. Ash Wednesday brings out the religious nuts. They’re all bragging about fasting for Lent and sacrificing, like that no meat on Friday thing. It’s funny how fast they all turn when they’re locked in a cage doing some real fasting. Starve them all week and throw a bone to them on Friday. See how fast they will gnaw the meat off. Starve them a few more days and even the most devout will revert to blasphemy once they realize that prayer isn’t gonna save them. You should hear them cursing the God that they once believed in. I fucking love it. I masturbate to the sounds of them cursing and begging.
Ash Wednesday is just fucking weird. That ash on the forehead shit. Does it come from powdered bodies? Now that excites me. Pouring gasoline on my victims bodies (if they are lucky and not still alive) burning them extra crispy, and grinding them to a fine powder sounds like fun. Like their good book says, “”Remember that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return” (Genesis 3:19)” I just want to help them get there a little faster. Right after I violate some virgins pussies and inflict some pain.
So, run, little Catholics, pray hard that you don’t meet me on the way home from mass. Fear the devil, but fear me more.

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The dark side of Mardi Gras

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There is a light party side that every knows about Mardi Gras the side no one wants to know about, well that is where I shine. I get dressed up and go out to the parties. I am the dark sided Mardi Gras queen and you are my victim. My sexy black corset barley covers my pierced nipples. The black gem nipple ring I have in my nipples makes your mouth water. My dark piercing eyes are locked into your soul. You are mine. You look at my strappy sexy heels, up my legs. You want to rip my fish net tights and lick my bare skin. You are under my dark sexual spell. I start to walk away from the party, away from the light. The light is dim, the music is soft. You have not taken your eyes off of me. You fallowed me down a dark alley way. I stop walking as you get closer. You wrap  your arms around my waist and kiss my neck softly.

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I can feel your hard cock in my low back. I turn around smacking you in the face. You want me even more. You grabbed me and shoved me up against the wet brick wall, kissing me deeply and down my body. You get to my pussy and you start kissing my cunt through my panties. You want me so fucking bad, and I need your cum. I pull you up by your hair as you unzip your pants. You pulled your thick cock out as I lick my fingers and start rubbing my cunt. You pick me up and slide me down on your cock, fuck it feel so god damn good, it is such a shame you will never feel a woman’s warm wet pussy on your cock again. You start pounding my pussy harder and harder, I whisper in your ear to cum inside of me. I bite your neck as you blow your load deep inside of my pussy. At the moment you cum, you feel the sharp pain as I slice your neck open. Not everyone survives Mardie Gras. 

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Super Bowl Massacre

goth teen phone sexFootball. Football. I am so fucking sick of the Super Bowl already. Seems like all it does is take the attention away from a Goth Goddess like me. I don’t like being ignored. It brings out my ugly side and you know what happens when my mood is bad.
So, I was thinking about this boring game of chasing a ball. I think I’ll have my own Super Bowl. My game is so much more interesting. I’ll drug and kidnap some sports fans. Bring them out to my personal “field.” “Let’s play a game.” I’ll say. There are no teams. It’s every man for himself. The object is to grab the skull I throw out and make the goal. That’s “fantasy football.” The one who gets sacked is my next victim. I get to tie him to the goalpost while the others watch. I strip him naked. A quick punt to the nutsac leaves him puking. He will hang there, writhing in fear while the game continues.

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The men are scared now, fearing for their lives. It has become a bloodsport and they all want to live. You can smell the testosterone in the air along with the fear. They tear into each other with animal aggression. Using tooth and nail, they fight for the prize, battering each other, stomping on heads and ripping out throats. The blood is flowing into the grass now, making it slick in spots. I tie several more victims to the goal post. Oh, we are gonna have such an interesting halftime show.
It’s halftime and I can hear the moans of the battered men. Hanging limply, most of them need to be put out of their misery. I slit the first one’s throat like a pig. The second one is dead meat with an eye bulging from its socket. Two others are still alive. Time for the show!!! I kick the fat one right in the nuts like I’m going for the extra point after the touchdown. His scrotum explodes with the force, spilling testes and fuckjuice on the ground. My pussy convulses with pleasure. First down, woo-hoo. The second one is quicker and intercepts my pointed boot. I drive again but fumble. He is quick and smart. His defense is a head butt to my face which leaves me bleeding. I lick the blood from my busted lip and he smiles at me. I’ve found my accomplice and MVP. Touchdown!!!
“Hey, you wanna help me go pick up a cheerleader for some post-game fun?” His dark eyes give me my answer. And so we continue to the 3rd Quarter……

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Blood Trails in the Winter Forest

goth teen phone sexI followed the trail of blood out into the snow. The bitch thought she could get away by chewing through her ropes. She didn’t realize that there was shattered glass on the floor and her cries had echoed through the basement. I laughed to myself as I let her run. Nothing but miles of woods out there. If frostbite and coyotes didn’t get her, I would.
She was one of those bitches that you just fucking hate. Perfect, rich, spoiled, driving a new Beamer that Daddy bought for her at graduation. Daddy couldn’t save her now. See, this pretty little slut fucked with the wrong girl. I was at a party with my BF, Brian. He was a classic bad boy with a eye for pretty blondes. He thought a bathroom blowjob wouldn’t hurt me. It didn’t. He died in a wreck that night. Bad brakes..hehe. But she knew that she did. I’d been in love with him. The way she looked at me and licked her lips when she came out of that bathroom haunted me. I decided to bide my time and make her life hell. I got her fired for drugs in her car. I killed her cat and left it on her porch. I hacked her email and sent ugly letters to her friends and family. I’m a cunning whore and revenge is a game. Finally, I stalked her to a club one night, drugged her drink, and then “rescued” her, telling the bartender that I would get her home safely.

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She woke up beaten in my basement, stomp marks all over her pretty face. I had cracked a rib and slashed her tits. The pain was intense despite her hangover and she moaned loudly….until she saw me. A shriek stopped in her throat and she knew she was dead. I laughed as she whimpered, leaving her to wonder how and when. Poor pretty fool figured she could escape. She was so very wrong.
She’d been wandering in the woods for over 3 hours when I found her. She had bled profusely. Her bare feet were frozen solid as were the tears on her face. There was a gaping wound on her thigh where a timber wolf had attacked her. You could see meat and bones and I knew the pack would soon be back. “Please, help me.” she mouthed. I laughed an evil laugh that echoed through the frozen forest. I turned my back on her and walked away. As I exited the darkening woods, I heard her desperate scream. It was the cold and lonely wail of a walking dead woman. The winter-starved wolves will feast tonight.

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Bloody Fucking New Year 2016

snuff phone sexHappy Fucking New Year!!! I’ve got evil plans going down for 2016. Gonna grab me some whores celebrating the big ball drop and have a party. Me and my accomplice, Mr. D. are gonna wreak some havoc on this hallowed night. We love the crowds and the drunken sluts. They make torture and killing like taking candy from a brat. We drug them and just carry them off. Downtown NY is the place to party when you’re a sick fuck like me.
Back to the dungeon, we take the party-goers. When they wake up, they think it’s Halloween. Dressed in a black cape, I am the Mistress of Evil. I delight in slowly milking the lifeblood from my victims so Mr. D, and I can fuck in the blood. Hear their screams as the clock ticks down. No one realizes that it’s the scream of death and pain.
My pussy gets wetter as the pain progresses and my victim begins her death quake. Countdown to midnight begins…. Five: I stab her in the lungs, making her wheeze through her ribs. Four: I stab her in the eyes. Three: I brand her forehead with a scarlet W for Whore. Two: I kiss her on her dying lips. One: I cut her throat, spraying us all with a bloody froth, while screaming Happy New Year.
Are you a sick, perverted fuck like me? Come prove it and let’s drop some balls and slit some throats to celebrate 2016.

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Follow Psycho Santa on Twitter.

killer phone sexChristmas is a time to do evil to counteract all of the cheer. Why do you think the movie Krampus is so popular right now? People fucking hate Christmas. They want to hack their way through crowds with a machete. Evil beings wish to see all the little boyhood and girlhood icons turn evil and molest and violate the innocent. Every time I hear someone singing Jingle Bells or Frosty the Snowman, I want to conjure up the demons from hell and wreak havoc on some souls. Let Frosty the Molester and Satan Santa come once a year and take their pick. I would love to be the accomplice. We’ll kidnap, torture, and violate you and yours. Send the pieces home to mama in a pretty red stocking stained with blood. Come here, little brats. You want a kitten for Christmas? How about a dead one? Wrapped up and rotting in a pretty Christmas box. Better yet, how about a dead human, left decaying in the woods after we torture her on Christmas Eve. Santa has a big hard-on for sweet young girls. It’s covered in barbs and razors to slash little pussies and assholes to ribbons. Tie that to the top of your present!!!
The next time someone says Santa is watching you, you’d better watch out, you’d better not cry. Cause Christmas is here and it’s your turn to die. If you are a Christmas hater, it’s time to come play with me. ‘Tis the season to slash and maim.

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‘Tis the Season to be Dead

home invasion phone sexDeck the halls with decaying bodies. Tis the season to be naughty. Fa la fucking la. Christmas and its evil, greedy consumers make me sick. Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas, who gives a fuck?
I’m having this evil fantasy about playing Santa. Santa with a scalpel. Crawling down chimneys and slitting the throats of the sleeping. Can you imagine the look of fear when all the little rugrats open their eyes in the night expecting Santa but getting Satan? I’d gut them like deer in their beds, leaving them for their parents to find on Christmas morning. Or maybe even better, how about them waking up on Christmas Day to find the house decorated with boughs of intestines, scrotum in the tree, a liver in their stockings, and a heart in a pretty Christmas box. Yes, I am a sick and demented bitch and I feed on pain and weakness. Wouldn’t you like to come play Christmas with me and help me spread some Christmas FEAR? Stabbing and torturing my victim with sharpened candy canes sounds like soooo much fun. It makes my pussy throb with delight. Not even the Grinch knows how to destroy Christmas better than me.

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Black Friday Madness Snuff fantasy porn

snuff pornI hate fucking Black Friday. What idiot would want to be packed in like sardines with a bunch of bitches to spend their hard earned cash? I have never seen so many assholes and bitches together, all treating everyone like shit, but headed to church on Sunday. I know my God wouldn’t like that shit. And mine is the god of darkness. He whispered in my ear today, telling me that I should punish these greedy whores. Snuff fantasy porn is my very favorite thing. So, on Black Friday, it’s my day to shop for souls. I’m starting with white trash Walmart. I’m going in with a knife, dive into the crowd, and start slashing. Guts will be hitting the floor, arteries will be severed. Screams will fill the air. No one will even know what happened until people are bleeding out on the floor. I’ll thin the herd a bit, then look around for those cows on handicap carts. OK, I get old people or ones with broken legs, but these sows that are too fat to walk are taking up air space. I’ll stab every one of them in the throat and listen to them oink. I’m sick of shitty bitches who treat the cashiers like shit. I want to stand there and listen. if anyone is rude, I’m gonna follow them out to their car and throat punch the cunt. Maybe if someone like me stepped in and kept people in line, Black Friday wouldn’t be so dark. And then again, it would take away all the fun I get to have on the worst shopping day of the year. Make my pussy wet and join me for some retail therapy.

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