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My precious memories

snuff sexWhat kind of sick, evil bitch would I be if I didn’t keep a momentum or two from my favorite little…adventures? Truthfully, I always keep a trophy from each and every little whore I dominate then ruin. It’s not always the same thing, it can be something as insignificant as a bracelet or necklace to a piece of their pee/cum/blood and tear covered hair. Sometimes if I really like what the stupid bitch was wearing I’ll keep that and actually wear it occasionally, especially when I want to relive the moments that led up to the end of this particular slut’s time. But of course I only do that when I’m feeling extra deviant. I have a special jewelry box for everything I take from those girls who once thought they were on top of the world and now are only remembered when I need something new to wear. As far as their hair goes, I have multiple scrapbooks for those. That has to be kept hidden well, because there is sooo much evidence in those books I could get in a lot of trouble! But I won’t ever get caught. I’ll continue to take out those books late at night and rub my pussy till I cum as I remember the last look on their face as they faded away. I almost forgot… my favorite little trophy to keep is as simple as a picture I take and print out on my printer. I of course have more than others, I love to capture their most terrifying moments those turn me on the most. I think it’s about time I got myself another trophy…wanna help?

Keisha Kills Again!

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My master surprised me this past weekend. He came into my basement and started having a conversation with me about my family. He wanted to know who they were, where they lived and how many of them could come over for Sunday dinner. I was really sure that he had lost his mind or he must be far too intoxicated to even understand what he was saying to me. Since I’ve been captured he’s told me everyday that he is my only family and I should forget the rest of the rats that I came from. I had been with him for so long that I was convinced, and I followed his every word never questioning a command. Even in my state of confusion I gave him as much information that I could remember.

To my surprise he wasn’t joking and actually had a good reason to dig up my past. They all arrived at dinner on time that Sunday and we sat down as if we all knew each other. They didn’t really seem like the family that I had left behind all that time ago. They seemed to be looking at me as if I had done something wrong, I was wondering what he could have told them. My snappy little sister is always the one to say something smart, so it didn’t surprise me when she started talking shit about our living arrangements. What did surprise me is how defensive I got over this place, the same place I’ve been trying to escape from. I was yelling at my sister loosing control and she just wouldn’t stop. Before I knew it, my hands were around her neck and I couldn’t stop myself from strangling her. I felt her body go limp in my hold and I knew in that moment I had went to far. But the death of my sister turned me on even more and I let my master take me right there next to my baby sister’s limp body.

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After daddy punished me like he did, he wanted to have a big family dinner. All of us are scared. Last time we had a family dinner we lost a girl. Daddy says manners  is real important. We have all kinds of forks and he cuts our meat for us. He says we cant have knifes because things can get messy. We all have to wait until daddy is done cutting up our food. We all know the rules but Charity didn’t wait this time. Daddy caught her eating and he said it was wrong. She didn’t ask permission. Daddy walked up to her and grabbed her by her head. He slammed her head into the table a bunch of times. While he kept asking the rest of us the rules. Then he took his big knife and put her hand out on the table and stabbed it. He made us all watch as he cut little bits off of Charity’s face. We were all scared. We knew this was the last time we would ever see her. It was sad but so excited to watch the life drain from her eyes as we all ate. Daddy was still angry. He threw his plate at Charity to see if she was still alive. She twitched and that made him see red. He made each one of us  stab her. while one was stabbing the her he was fucking us one by one. I am happy to say daddy was please with what I did. He kept me upstairs and made me help him get rid of her. Daddy was very pleased. I am still alive and happy in love with my daddy. 

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Killer Dinner Party

killer phone sex evil bitchI know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however.  And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway?  When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.

When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.

cannibalism phone sex killer partyThe room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.

I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.

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After last night’s party I really needed to relax and sleep off this massive hang over. I finally got home at sunrise and fell fast asleep when I started hearing screaming. For a second there I thought big daddy had gotten another one. The screaming turned into sounds of little fuckers playing. Fuck! These little fuckers were going hard. I finally got tired of it. I got up some clothes on. Did a line or 3 of my pure crystal rocks and grabbed my special candy. You know the kind of candy your parents always warned you about at Halloween. Some of it was laced with powerful drugs to make a grown man who is 300 pound be fucked up for days, and the other will cut your mouth up.

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I grab my sunglasses and go outside. All that noise and it came from two cunts! Oh I was more than ready to make them shut the fuck up. I walked past them knowing they were rude little fucks. “hey lady. what kind of candy is that? I want some. Give me some right now!” I gave them the entire fucking thing. I walked around to the bench covered by the shade and watched as they ate and ate all this candy. I started to laugh as they were tripping balls. One of them started choking and tried to puke but all that came out was blood. She was so high she just kept eating the candy. It made my pussy wet just watching them suffer. I went back to the apartment and woke big daddy up but sliding my wet pussy down on his cock. Today was a good day!

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Torture Sex with Venus: Inspired by Hostel 2

torture sex evil dominatrixI am a horror movie junkie. I think my parents poor choices in what they allowed me to watch as a young girl, contributed to the sick, twisted bitch I am today. There is no movie that gets me as wet as Hostel 2. In fact, it has provided me the inspiration to step up my game. Stalking and stabbing have become quite blasé to me. The thrill is gone. The first Hostel made my cunt wet, but the sequel spoke to me. It was like the director knew I needed a little kick in the ass to be a better killer. The opening scene is spank material for me. A woman, much like me, lies underneath a hanging female body, then slowly cuts the girl so she bleeds on her. Hot, sticky sweet blood cascading out of her victim, on to her body, until she has bled out. I love blood, but to bathe in it, is my ultimate fantasy. I cannot think of anything hotter, than killing some bitch I hate, then bathing in her blood, watching her die as the blood spills from her worthless body as I am masturbating. I’m already converting my basement into a blood bath.

bloody phone sex kill fantasiesThis movie is filled with ideas for wicked women like myself. The concept is that for the right price you can do whatever sick, perverse thing you want to another person. People are disposable. Want to castrate a man, you can. You want to eat another person for dinner, you can. You want to perform macabre experiments on a living person, you can. You want to force yourself on little ones, you can. You want to dismember and disembowel someone while they are alive, you can. In the Hostel flicks, anything goes. Money is all that matters, and people are just a commodity. I want to start a torture club. An elite group of women with their own money, like the protagonist in Hostel 2, Beth. Women, who like her, were once victims,  but turned the tables on their predators.  Instead of money, revenge and pleasure are my goals. We rid the earth of useless, worthless men. And we do so rather graphically and tortuously because killing is fun.

Women do not need to be victimized by men. Men think they are stronger than us, but we are craftier, more patient and far crueler than they could ever imagine. I like the idea of running my own hostel. Having my own torture club. Because as we all know, there are plenty of men that aren’t needed, that no one would miss right? Tiny dick losers. Sex offenders. Misogynistic assholes. Cheaters. Fat bastards. Hostel 2 has inspired me in more ways than one to put the pizzazz back in killing. Not only am I going to bathe in the blood of my victims, but I am going to empower other women to kill too. There is a special joy that I get sharing the art of torture. Especially, the torture of men that serve no purpose on this earth. Well, no purpose until now….

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Snuff Sex Reagan * Twisted Twisty the Clown

Snuff Sex ReaganI have been growing tired of the same old Snuff Sex adventures lately. I have been craving something more twisted and disturbing. Then last night I found Twisty the Clown. On the TV he Frequents small towns, reigning his style of bloody terror. Taking the young ones. He wants so much, to be a good clown. But he craves blood, and the fear he smells from his victims. Yes Twisty the Clown.. he is quite Twisted indeed. You have seen the series “American Horror Story” I am sure. If you have not seen it you have definitely heard of it. Twisty the Clown is by far my favorite freak in the show. Twisty runs around with a half dead skin mask on his fucked up clown face. He stalks young people and takes what he wants. Keeping the sweet ones captive, and continuously tortures them with disturbing Snuff Sex Reaganimages of a psychotic sort. If Twisty is provoked, who knows what this twisted clown will do to them. The little ones he has kept for himself are in constant fear. I can only imagine the sexual energy these little ones must provoke as they beg for their lives. The fear of death is the only thing that will make you feel alive!

I decided to create a mask like the one that Twisty wears, one that will transform me into a macabre clown. Ass Rape Porn while wearing such a mask made out of human skin and teeth, will be my grand adventures, I believe. I think it will be very humorous to stalk a small town and leave a trail of death and blood in my wake. Taking only the very young and innocent to do whatever it is blood thirsty Clowns do. I think a small town in the Midwest would be best. One that has not felt the hand of a murderous clown. This will be more fun that I can even imagine. I smile as I begin to pack my bags. It is time for a new adventure. I have yet to use a mask to transform my appearance. This will be a wonderful new way to quench my thirst for malice, don’t you think?Snuff Sex Reagan

Sissy Fairy Fag Vampire Killer

bloody phone sex torture submissiveI don’t remember much about that night. I was partying too much with a particular master and his friends. I knew there was something odd about them.  But, I’m trained to not ask questions, to just do what I am told. But when I woke up pale, cold and with an unquenchable hunger, I had to ask. What had I become? I knew the answer, but I did not want to admit it. Were vampires real? I had fangs, heighten senses, was pale, the light burned my skin and I needed to fuck like my life depended on it.

I called my Master but he said I had a new master now. I had been sold . I was created to breed a new era of vampires; to rid the world of  sissy fairy faggot blood suckers that give real vampires a bad name. A hot vamp like me would not only breed a sturdy manly stock, but I could attract real alpha males to turn, as well as lure the sissy blood suckers easily to their death.  Only a fellow vampire can give another vampire a true death.

bloody phone sex vampire evilI was created to ethnic cleanse the vampire race. To restore it back to a race of men not fags. My first assignment kill this fairy vamp named Edward. You see he gives vampires a bad image. He supposedly sparkles in the sunlight. Everything about him screams sissy fairy fag. He even has baby fangs. If I can rid the world of tiny fanged sissy faggot vampires, I am happy that I was turned.  I will bite off his pecker, wear it around my neck as a warning to beta vamps that the race doesn’t accept anything but real bloodsuckers; vamps who can feed without remorse; vamps who can take women against their will and turn them into their sex slaves not their girlfriends.

Look out sissy fairy fag bloodsuckers, your days are numbered. Only real vampires, real men get to live in my world.

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Blame It On The Craving…

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I woke up in the middle of the night with desire running all through my body. I laid their in bed and tried everything to get back to sleep, it was too late to be up. A few hours later I was still tossing and turning so I turned on some hardcore porn and tried to knock myself out the best way I knew how. I found a great one to cum to, it was so violent and it made me wish I was right there snatching at that little cunt until it bled. He had her hog tied with an anal stretcher up her ass serving her so much pain! I rubbed my pussy when he hooked her ass up to the machine and let it pound her out while he continued to abuse her. I rubbed my pussy until I creamed, but that still wasn’t enough I needed something more. I laid there in the bed trying to figure out what else could possibly satisfy me.

I needed the real thing, I wanted to pound on a real pussy and destroy her in the end. I got up and went outside in just my nightie and the hunt was on! It didn’t take me long before I found her, she looked young and plump. She had no business roaming the streets so late so I was determined to teach her a lesson no matter what the cost. I came up behind her and put her in a sleep hold so I could drag her limp body back to my house. I dropped her right at my front door and sprawled her legs open in my living room. I needed her to wake up at this point so I smothered her with my pussy, grinding back and forth on her face. I could feel her starting squirm underneath me so I grabbed her pussy and rubbed on her until her lady moistened. She tried to fight me and that only turn me on more. I must have been too rough because I felt her body go limp under me. When I realized what I had done I went my mind was racing with what I should do next.

I decided that no one could find out about this, I had to get rid of all of the evidence that would identify her as the dumb teen that was last seen walking down my block. Running to the kitchen I grabbed my pliers and ran back to her limp body. I pulled out all of her teeth and flushed them down the toilet. I dragged her body out to my private balcony careful not to spill any of her blood in my house. Once out on the balcony I stuffed her into my barbecue pit and dowsed her in lighter fluid lit the match and closed the lid. As she burned on my balcony I headed back to bed. Exhausted I fell asleep like a fresh baby, she should be done cooking by the time I wake up. 

Shadow and… Becka?

2 girl call phone sexI have always dreamed of finding someone to go on a cross country murder spree with, I wanted to be the next Bonnie and Clyde or Mickey and Mallory but so far I haven’t found my  psychopathic soulmate so I decided to improvise. I went and found a sweet little bitch named Becka and forced her at gunpoint into my car. I told her that I would only let her live if she did everything I said, the first fuck up and I would kill her slowly. She was fucking terrified but seeing as how she was securely handcuffed to the door handle, there was no chance for her to escape, she wasn’t going anywhere but where I wanted her to go. We drove down the highway in silence for almost two hours before I found the perfect place to commit our first crime. It was a little mom & pop diner with only a few people inside so it would be an easy first target. I told Becka that she would be the first to die if she didn’t follow my orders but honestly, I don’t think the stupid whore could have disobeyed me if she tried! I definitely picked an obedient slut! We went in and I shot the biggest ones as soon as I walked in the door and left the bitches for Becka to take care of. She was shaking and crying, she even begged me not to make her do it but I was merciless. I made her get up close and personal with each and every one of them, she felt their hot blood spray on her when I forced her to slit their throats. Poor little whore had to try several times before she actually killed them but that’s ok, she will get better with practice…