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Cutting the Dead

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I like to position my stiffs in the morgue to my liking. A little BDSM was my mood this morning and I tied her up and whipped and beat her throughout the day. As part of my post mortem gang bang, I put her on display and set up a row of stiff cocks to watch the discipline. I then took my favorite knife, one with a long, sexy serrated blade, and cut her a new fuck hole right in the center of her throat. Those stiff dicks could be sat on top of her, with their cock resting inside that hole, their blank eyes staring at one another. Oh, the joy and pleasure I feel in watching them look at each other with that dumb as fuck stare. I continued to play with my favorite blade, cutting and slicing the flesh and watching it fall to the floor. My pussy was throbbing then and so fucking wet. It was my turn for a big stiff one in my fuck hole.

Bloody fucking nightmare

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The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?

Storm Chasing and Fucking

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I decided to take a night off from fucking stiffs at the morgue and revel on one of my other hobbies, storm chasing. My friend, Rob and I will go out on occasion when there is a storm in the area, so when he called I thought it was just what I needed. When chasing a tornado, the adrenaline that fills my body is pretty intense. That’s putting it lightly.

So, when we got close enough and were running parallel to a huge tornado, my heart was racing. Rob’s too, I knew when he looked at me with those huge eyes that he was tapped out in adrenaline and feeling the rush. We stopped for pictures and took many. As the storm bore down on a small town, I wondered how many new friends I’d have at the morgue as a result. Suddenly, my pussy was tingling and very wet.

I grabbed Rob’s thigh, then began stroking his cock and unzipped his pants. “Are you fucking crazy?,” he asked. “We cant be doing anything with the storm so close!” But, his cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck it, right then! So, I hiked up my skirt and climbed into his lap. Sitting down on his cock, I could see the tornado turning towards us. This only made my pussy wetter and we fucked fast and furiously. He started up the truck and tried his best to drive as I bounced up and down on his cock. We barely outran the storm and it was so fucking exciting!

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Castration Phone Sex Fever

castration phone sexCastration phone sex follows full moon fever. Men want my junk removal services in far higher numbers after a full moon. There is something about a lunar eclipse that makes people crazy. The term lunatic is centuries old and was coined after people started exhibiting crazy behavior following the lunar cycles. I don’t know if I believe the moon makes people crazy. I think it is just an excuse to act on your darker desires. You can later say, “the moon made me do it.” But, following every full moon, I see an increase in junk removal calls and personal requests to castrate men who know I will do it for them. So last full moon was Aug 18. The very next day, I was flooded with not only castration calls, but 23 personal requests for  junk removal. That was a record in one day. Did I do it you ask? Hell yes. Not only does it make my cunt wet to cut off some loser’s testicles, but I make them pay for the honor of my time. I’m doing all the work. I’m taking all the risk because the stupid law says a man cannot consent to castration. It is viewed as mutilation to the body and no one can legally consent to that. I know. Stupid laws.

snuff porn There are plenty of wise men who know they don’t deserve balls; they are just total chicken shits and can’t do it themselves. I have a castration chair and all the tools necessary to take your balls and prevent you from bleeding out. Most of the time, I prevent you from bleeding out. But one of my 23 full moon fever guys may have not survived. Consider this a warning. If you pay me to take your junk, there is no wiggle room to back out. If you are strapped to the chair already, you are losing your nuts.  And, don’t say you are going to turn me into the cops. Well don’t say it unless you want to lose your junk and star in a snuff porn too. So who needs junk removal today?

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Where are My Hungry Cannibalism Phone Sex Men?

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are all I have. How about you? I don’t fantasize about the shit that makes a Nicholas Sparks novel or movie. I dream of the stuff that would make Eli Roth gag. I recently saw his latest movie, “Green Inferno.” It is based on a movie called “Cannibal Holocaust.” The premise is a plane filled with do gooder college boys and girls goes down in the rain forest somewhere. The naive group encounters some indigenous folks who want to have them for dinner. Literally have them for dinner. I got really excited at the cannibal scenes. The idea of eating human flesh turns me on. It is extremely taboo, but it is also very wicked. Who hasn’t thought about having some ex for dinner? No better way to dispose of a body than to consume it from head to toe. “Green Inferno” showed the fat guy getting eaten first. Of course they were feeding a village. The perfect dinner for me would be a tender young thing with some meat on her bones. Not too fat not too skinny. Just right. She would be natural. No bleached blondes with fake tits and tattoos and piercings. In this movie, dinner came to them. I like to hunt for the perfect meal. The best meals are planned. You want the perfect main course, so you take the time to find it. And, you take the time to prepare it to your liking also. In this movie, it was clear dinner was served to feed the masses and get rid of the enemy. I just have a special friend or two to serve. Colleges are back in session which means tons of new college freshman with their extra 10 pounds and inability to hold their alcohol. That is my kind of dinner. So who has dark fantasies, patience and a voracious appetite?

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Bondage phone sex with Aubree

Bondage phone sexI woke up to find myself tied, upside down, to an inversion table. My tits were clamped with metal that was cool to the touch, and the pressure was torture. The pain…
I was blindfolded and gagged. My body was on fire, all of senses heightened and I could smell…blood. My breath and heartbeat quickened. I’ve never been so afraid and turned on at the same time. I wanted to scream, beg for mercy but could not say anything. I was at the mercy of my torturer. Suddenly I felt electricity touch my thigh and I tried to scream out, but I just made a muffled sound. Next, the electricity touched my clit, sending me to another place, a place where pain and pleasure meet head on,and I began to sweat and cry. I was flipped back around so that some of the blood that was rushing to my head flooded the rest of my body and I didn’t feel so…confused. A man’s voice, which was so deep and scary, said to me, “Shut your cock sucking whole, bitch or I will really give you something to cry about.”

A few seconds went by. What was going to happen next? I felt something spread my ass cheeks wide, and something huge entered my ass and began to fuck me with a fury like I’ve never felt before. God, it hurt. I could hear his breathing quicken. I knew he was about to use me for his own pleasure. Sure enough, just as another jolt of electricity touched my left tit, he entered me with his cock with the dildo still in my ass. He fucked me hard, and slapped my face repeatedly. He then began to choke me, and I felt an orgasm wave over me just as I lost consciousness.

Evil phone sex with Ivy

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Look at you, depressed and lonely in a house full of people thinking about that Evil phone sex you had. You have my full attention. I can see you are more than a person standing there in a crowded room. You are Evil phone sex but no one has noticed you. The bottle in your hand is almost empty and the little blade you are holding tells me what you are thinking. You are right, its sick and wrong. No one is even going to notice you are gone. No one is going to realize you slit your wrist and the blood is flowing down your arm. I fallowed you into the your bedroom. This is your house, your party and no one even knows where you are or that you’re missing.

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My pussy tingles as I watch you tease your skin with the sharp edge of the blade. The way you bite your lip as you gently push into your wrist and pull away because of the pain makes my pussy drip. I can’t stand the teasing anymore. I step out and start telling you how pathetic you are just like our Evil phone sex call. How you can’t do any fucking thing. You have been thinking about this all fucking night and now you are questioning yourself? Let me help you. Take your clothes off, lay down on the bed. Start teasing your skin with the blade again. I can see your cock is hard and my pussy is dripping. You cut deeper into your skin as I touch your cock…. I wonder how far you will go to fuck me.. to cum just one. last. time.

Blasphemy Phone Sex for Holy Thursday

Blasphemy phone sex venusBlasphemy phone sex is how I spend Holy Thursday. Everyone is going crazy for Easter and Ash Wednesday, but guess what? I’m atheist. Fuck God and Jesus. If they existed would there be sick bitches like me on this earth? I guess if you believe in that religious bull crap, you could make a case for me being possessed by the devil. I am most definitely a dark princess. Last Holy Thursday I wrecked havoc on a little Catholic schoolgirl. I was babysitting for this extremely religious couple. Why they hired a Goth girl is beyond me. I guess they thought they could save my soul or something. Well, their little snot nosed brat was being a royal pain in the ass. She started telling me my soul was damned and that I was going to hell for cursing and worshiping the devil, which she thought I did because of my appearance. “You have to believe in God to believe in the Devil you stupid cunt,” I told her.

Blasphemy sex venusShe started threatening  me, so I grabbed the little twat by her air and dragged her into the bathroom.  I yanked a cross off the wall and impaled her little snatch with it. “You love Jesus so much, fuck him you little whore,” I screamed as I thrust that cross deep into her bald cunt. “If that God you love so much, loved you back, would he let me do this to you,” I inquired as I continued to impale her little fuck holes. The little whore started to pray. “The only one that can help you now is me, bitch,” I said as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. Her little bloodied cunt was so swollen.  I was determined to make her hate God and curse his name. I got out her Bible and smeared her blood on the pages. Then I spit on it and set it on fire. “No scripture will give you any comfort right now you little whore “, I said. I just fucked her some more with various crosses until she caved and said, “Fuck Jesus, Fuck God.”  I love blasphemy sex. Maybe the little brats I bring to the dark side don’t so much, but we all know Hell is for little ones. I can’t wait to break more little girls this coming Holy Thursday too. Wanna join me?

Oh Bloody Day

taboo phone sex karmaThe weather matches my mood today. Cold and rainy and foul. And to top it all off I started my fucking period today. I need to release some of this fucked up energy I am feeling and I know just how to do it. He has been calling for months wanting to go out and do something. He is a pitiful little thing, pale and scrawny, the perfect one for me to take all my aggression out on. I call him up and invite him over. I can hear the delight in his voice. The joy is sickening and only serves to darken my mood even more. He arrives with flowers…bloody fucking hell. Grabbing him by the hair and throwing him to the ground i begin to let it all out. In seconds his clothes are ripped to shreds on the floor in a heap. His dick is rock hard and the sight of it adds more fuel to the fire burning inside of me. I rip the bloody tampon from my pussy and shove it in his mouth. To my surprise he happily sucks it, moaning with delight. Swatting over his face I push huge clots of blood into his mouth. He chews on them and swallows like a fucking brat eating candy. I grunge fuck that cock with my bloody cunt and he is eating it up. The more he likes it, the angrier I get and the more savage I become. Blood is everywhere, both of us covered in it. He is licking it up and sucking it off of me. Despite myself I cum all over his blood covered cock and he shoots a load inside me before sucking it all out of me.

Sex with Dead Bodies Snuff Porn

sex with dead bodiesSex with Dead Bodies was the name of the snuff film I auditioned for yesterday. I needed money for drugs so I thought I could play dead and let guys fuck me for cash. I was told I was perfect for the role with my alabaster skin. I was to meet them around midnight back where I auditioned. The setting was a graveyard. That is where they texted me at the last moment to meet them. I thought they were just going for the authentic feel. Creepy, cloudy night. Damp and cold. I was going to be dug up by a perverted grave robber and fucked only the day after I had been buried. I got in this rickety old wood box naked. They lowered me into the ground. This was going to be an authentic looking snuff porn for sure. I heard the dirt covering my casket. It was really cold out and being naked, I was shivering. It was dark; I could see nothing.

Time started passing. I couldn’t hear anything. What was going on? I think I just got duped into being buried alive. I start screaming, pounding on the box to break through. I manage to dig through the dirt because I was buried in a shallow grave. I break through the dirt and look like a mud wrestler from the rain. I’m naked, cold and muddy. No one from the movie shoot around. They left me to die. I started to walk naked towards the road. The rain made the mud fade. Suddenly three men jumped me before I made it out of the graveyard. They assaulted me for hours. Brutalized my body. I thought for sure they would kill me. They strangled me, shoved mud in my mouth, punched me, even broke my nose. As I was laying battered and bloody naked in the mud, I heard someone yell “great job.” This was all part of the film after all. Yeah, they definitely got an authentic looking snuff movie. Not sure the torture was worth the couple hundred dollars they tossed me. Lesson learned.