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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.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fun

strangulation phone sex karmaWhen I saw her I knew that she would be the subject of a very hot strangulation phone sex call with someone who shares my love for snuff sex. Her neck was long and slender like her legs and the way she moved invited sexual advance. When I had her I fully intended on making this last for hours, Torturing her in the most evil and sadistic ways, making her beg for mercy, stripping her naked and watching her tremble beneath me. I wanted to make this violent and drawn out so that my pleasure was increased by making myself wait for that final moment when I would slowly squeeze the life out of her. I know the thrill it brings me to slowly increase the pressure around her neck, to hear the gasping as my victim fights with reality that her life is slipping away. The joy of watching eye balls bulging and staring straight ahead with a glassy look that could be mistaken for the look of a day dreamer or a star crossed lover. The only thing that gives away the reality of the situation is the redness of the face and the spasmodic jerking of the body as life leaves and death enters. But alas she was to loud and fought more then I thought she would for a little thing. She brought my fury to a boil before I had more then her blouse off and I found myself wrapping a cord around her neck sooner then I wanted to, taking her life with orgasmic pleasure and soaking my panties with hot, musky cum. My only comfort at the dismay of killing her sooner then I wanted to was when I finished undressing her limp body so that I could have my way with her as I soared again to that place of ecstasy that only snuff sex takes me.  violent phone sex karma

Keeping Your Dreams

taboo phone sex karma1Dream catchers have always fascinated me. Perhaps because of the connection to the spirit world that they are supposed to hold. That and what and how they are made if they are authentic. A dream catcher is supposed to be placed over where you sleep, good dreams flow through the center and bad ones are trapped in the web surrounding the center and destroyed by the morning light. The hoop is made of willow and the web is made of sinew, which is actually taken from animals and made of the fibrous tissue that connect muscle to bone. Eventually the willow dries and the tension of the sinew will break the hoop. I want to make reverse dream catchers. I want the nightmares to flow through the center and the good dreams to be trapped in the web. So I have the brilliant idea to change the materials I use to make the dream catcher. I am constructing them out of the body parts of my victims and giving them to all the brats at the playground instructing them to hang them over their beds. Next week I will return to the playground and see if my evil plan worked. Just the idea that the little fuckers have pieces of dead bodies hanging over their beds is a rush in itself.

A Night of Gothic Phone Sex and Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

What’s better on this fine night of Samhain than lurching into some Taboo phone sex with a twist of gothic phone sex fantasies? Nothing, I tell ya!!! Yep, I’m ready to take on your need for blasphemy sex and twisted perversions of ass rape porn and debauchery.

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This wild idea crossed my mind and I decided to play on it. I went out and stalked the neighborhood dressed as a goth cheerleader and lured a couple sweet young things to come along with me. I want these two for our sacrificial fantasy phone sex ritual tonight. My fellow cult members love the though of having decadent innocence to violate and sodomize. The mere idea of offering these brats to my brethren gets me excited and in the mood to get blasphemous and dress as a nun while spatting out blasphemous shit as I taunt the sacrificial offerings with how they will be going to Hell for allowing this to happen to them.

 

Drowning The Asshole

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I am so pissed at you. I heard that you were fucking around on me. You didn’t think that I would find out did you? Well I did, one of my friends spotted you hanging all over that trailer trash bitch and now you’re going to pay for being an unfaithful bastard. Don’t think that you’re going to get off easily either. I’m not going to let on that I know exactly what you’ve been up to. I’m going to wait until you’re relaxing in a nice warm bath and then I’m going to bring you some wine with a little something extra in it. When you start to doze off, it’s going to be so very easy for me to push your head under the water and hold you there as you thrash and gasp for air as the water begins to fill your lungs. You’re choking and terrified but not strong enough to fight me off. I let your head surface just long enough to let you know that I know what a cheating bastard you are before I snuff the life right out of you and you die under that water. Your body going limp never to struggle or cheat again.

Worship Me.

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You want to be my accomplice? You want to be my shadow? Do you understand what it is I do exactly? Are you man enough to follow my footsteps? I am evil, I enjoy hurting people. I want to see how much pain you can take. If you want to be with me, you have to be able to take some pain. Lay down on the floor and put your hands above your head. I am going to put my knees on your chest and tie you to the wall. As I am sitting on your chest I grab my box cutter and I am going to stick it into your skin. I am going to slice down your chest as I cut off your shirt. I am going to do the same to your pants. Slicing through your fucking legs. I love seeing your blood, but you seem to be enjoying this. Now that you are naked I want you to flip over. I see your balls there, big and fat. You enjoy it as I dig my heel into your ass cheek. I smile as I hear your scream. What you don’t like it when I crush your ball full balls? Take the pain you fucking pussy.

Snuff Movies: What Kind of Snuff Porn Flicks Do Fantasize About?

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. As a subby bitch, it turns me on to see another dumb whore get eviscerated on film. After awhile though, all snuff porn flicks begin to look the same and I find myself fantasizing about how to bring some creativity to the genre. I am always the victim in snuff porn. I get it. I am a worthless whore, but what if this stupid cunt wasn’t always so stupid? I have a dark side. I mean darker than being a pain slut druggy whore. I love goth culture. I’m particularly fascinated, one might say obsessed, with vampires.

snuff porn flicksFor years I have masturbated to vampire gore porn. I love it bloody and sexy. A hot sexy vampire turns me into his eternal sex slave. Tonight, however, I had a different scenario in mind. I was rubbing my clit dreaming of being a blood thirsty sexy vamp who bites her victims on their cocks not their necks. Pick some guys up in a bar who think I’m just some strung out ass rape porn starlet; go home with them and as they are skull fucking me, my fangs pop out. I suck their cocks with my razor sharp teeth until the taste of cum makes me want more. Makes me want blood. I drain them of far more than just their cum. I exsanguinate them. The more blood I consume, the more violent I become. Like a rabid animal, I tear the flesh from their bodies, devour their internal organs, crush their bones with my lips, consume every ounce of their bodies. I’m in a blood frenzy  like a ravenous cannibal. The victim no more, I go on a killing spree of every man who has dominated or force fucked me, used me in some manner.

ass rape pornBut then, I wake up and realize I’m just a stupid cunt too weak from drugs to ever extract revenge. But fantasy phone sex allows a submissive whore like me to dream. What is your fantasy? Maybe I can star in your snuff film?

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Gothic Phone Sex Bitch Loves Behead Execution Snuff Porn

gothic phone sex knife tortureGothic phone sex means you are looking for darker fantasies. I’m not a vanilla phone sex whore. I don’t deliver GFE fantasies, unless your perfect girl is a knife wielding anti social sadistic bitch. You don’t watch the Notebook with me. I’m more into behead execution snuff porn. I want to see blood. I want to see stupid ass whores running around with their heads cut off. Sometimes though finding a real good snuff porn is hard to find. They all look so staged and the blood is fake looking. But if I’m your sidekick, I will suggest we just make our own movie. Just need a bitch you hate, or maybe some stray we find on the side of the road. I will bring my camera and my knife collection and we will have ourselves a party. Think of all the fun we can have torturing a stupid cunt first. Slicing off tits, labia lips, her clit, before we behead her and see if she still runs around! The sick shit we can do to a worthless whore is endless. I know I have a lots of bitches and a few bastards I’d love to see in homemade snuff movies.

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Taboo Phone Sex with a Crossbow

taboo phone sexI needed some extra cash, so I went against my nature and took a temp job in an office. I am not the kind of girl who plays well with others. I run with scissors aimed at people. I don’t fit the look, and I certainly don’t play the part of a secretary. Very hard for me to fake like I enjoy people. But, it was a week gig for some pretty good money, so I thought I could suck it up. Wrong. People’s voices got on my nerves. The constant stupid ass banter about Facebook and Twitter and whose marriage was in trouble and who was eating where. Who the fuck cares? People take a shit and they post in on their social media pages so people will know when they took a dump and how much it weighed. People need a life. The water cooler losers needed snuffed or tortured, especially the men.

castration phone sex The male office asshats were sexually harassing the Goth temp. That shit needed more than a seminar in respecting women to nip in the bud so to speak. I’m a take matters into my own hands kind of bitch anyway. I Macgyvered a little crossbow with pens, pencils, rubber bands and clips. Mixed a little drug compound that would make my targets loopy, practiced my aim from under a desk, then shot up some testicles like a hunter. I’m an evil genius. The pen would not stay lodged in their worthless nut sack. It would be like a small prick sensation (appropriate). They’d adjust the balls, go to the parking garage or the men’s bathroom where I would follow them with my big ass knife. Men with small pricks who harass women don’t deserve their balls. There are lots of reasons to castrate men, but the truth for me is that it is fucking fun as hell. Really gets me wet.

Suddenly this temp job was looking up. Any time I can castrate a man, I’m in heaven. I love removing junk.  I’d lurk at my desk like Wednesday Addams, shooting the balls of the male employees with my make shift crossbow, torture phone sex castration bitchthen stalk them to where they went next for some junk removal. When I remove the balls of a worthless piece of shit, it commands respect; it commands fear. They look me right in the eyes as I slice off their testicles, take a soldering pen to the spot to stop the bleeding and laugh. They cry, whimper, apologize, beg, but never rat me out. Too embarrassing to admit that the creepy ass temp chick took their balls because they fondled her inappropriately. I will take your junk too if you look at me funny. But they are on best behavior in the office afterwards because they know I will take their dick next. I have a collection of balls in a mason jar in my desk to remind me that no one messes with Venus, unless Venus wants to be messed.

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