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Klondikebar

What would a fat little fuck do for a klondikebar? It doesn’t really matter because klondikebar or not, that pudgy little twat was going to be taken care of.  The klondikebar just came in handy.  I saw this tubby little slut trying to run after the ice cream man.  She waddled and waddled for about 20 feet then gave up.  Her thighs were rubbing together forcing her shorts up between her thunder thighs.  Her stomach was pouring out of her too tight t-shirt. Disgusting sight it was to behold.  I couldn’t even finish my beer.

I called her over to ask her if she would like for me to get her some ice cream because I had some in my apartment.  Her fat face lit up right away.  I flicked my cigarette onto the sidewalk so that I could go inside.  I instructed her to stay put, that I would be right back.  I came back down with two klondikebars, gave her one and held onto the other.  She fucking inhaled that shit.  I had mine unwrapped already and was about to take a bite, but her little eyes were looking at it like it was the last piece of food in the universe.  I gave it to her.  She sat down next to me and told me all about her double dutch she was going to play later and she even asked me if I wanted to help turn.  I almost threw up right there.  I told her no that I had grown up things to do.

I went up to my apartment so I could watch from my window.  I sat there for a good two hours, I guess her layer of blubber was protecting her, like some sort of super fat power or something.  There she was, turning the rope while her friends jumped between the ropes, then she did this two step forward move, and fell flat on her face.  I laughed so hard, come on, you would too, seeing a fat blob just fall over like that.  Her rotund Mother came hobbling out of the apartment, yelling for someone to call 911, but I knew something that the sow didn’t know.  I knew that I just saved her oinker from a life time of humiliation, health concerns, and being pity fucked.  I have to pat myself on the back for this one, after all, I did a fucking good deed.

Itty Bitty Bitches BLEED

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You know what I did last weekend? Abducted two idiot little girls straight from their stupid ass babysitter’s arms. The stupid cunt was texting her fucking boyfriend and didn’t even see me lure them away from her dim-witted sight…I told the little girl bitches that their Mommy was looking for them. I said she was on the phone by my van, and their eyes got real wide because the dumbshits believed me. Technology is really fucking up this nation. When the two puny brats got close to the car, I slid open the door and got out my favorite weapon of choice: a heavy brass clock. BAM!! It hit the side of blondie’s head and she went down crying. SMACK!! Her sister tried to help her as the blood trailed down the side of her head, so I kicked her in the stomach and she convulsed on the ground. Whoops, my metal-toed boot must’ve connected with an ovary. Oh well. That little blonde whore wont be having brats anyway. After smacking them stupid, their whining started to annoy me. So when they passed out from the tears, I loaded them into the van and drove to the cabin. I had my friend Mark waiting there, and he was excited to watch me tear up those little pussies and do unimaginable things to their sensitive little girl parts. They’re such small, tiny little girls…miniature asses, narrower everything. When they started to wake up, the gash in the side of the first sister’s head started gushing blood all over the ground. To punish her for making a mess, I grabbed the hot poker from the fireplace and shoved the hot metal stick up her tiny asshole. She screamed so loudly, I pumped it in and out of her even faster and then made the younger sister go suck Mark’s cock on her hands and knees if she wanted to save her sister. I even got the messed up little whore to lick my wet slit using her own blood as lube for Mark to fuck me with. After we had our fill of annoying, pathetic little girls, we tied them up together with their pussies smashed against each other to let them bleed out into each respective hole. Now that’s what it means for family to be thicker than blood…Byebye Bitches.

Mounting My Kill

torture phonesex angie01Does it make you as fucking hard as it makes me wet to know that I made a kill? Yes the hunt was successful as always. But this one gave me a good fight. This one was a challenge for sure. He was very clever but not clever enough. Because he was my biggest challenge to date, he will be the first to be mounted and hung on my wall. Now I am headed (no pun intended, OK well maybe a little) to my friend’s house who is a taxidermist that will also perform humidermy.  Yes human taxidermy, delightful isn’t it? Just the thought gets my blood boiling, makes my nipples hard and makes me want to fuck good and hard. I am taking the head to him and he is going to let me watch and maybe help to preserve my trophy for mounting on my wall. I can’t wait, it is going in my room on the wall right across from my bed so that I can lay at night and look at it, remembering the thrill of the hunt and the glory of the kill as I fuck myself or get fucked and cum nice and hard looking at it! torture phonesex head

The Walking Dead

torture phonesex angieRipping the flesh from the bones of the living as the blood runs down their faces and chunks of flesh are devoured before my eyes. My cunt pulsates in time to the chewing motion of their decaying and decrepit mouths. What I wouldn’t give for a world full of disease infested walking corpses to be wondering the planet. The thought of the carnage and mass hysteria makes my cunt crave the thrill of my twisted and demented orgasms. I know I would keep a few of these undead as pets in my basement and relish the pleasure of fucking my cunt while watching them feast on victims that I brought to them. I would torture my victims just out of reach of my pets watching them become more and more agitated with every scream as they pull at their chains in an effort to reach what will be theirs soon. Looking into their dead eyes that have no life behind them as they smell the blood I am spilling, knowing that soon I will reach the ultimate orgasm as I watch them rip the remaining flesh from my victims as they feast before my eyes. There is no doubt that i would sever the limbs of one of these undead and rip the bottom jaw off to prevent him from infecting me while I ride his decaying cock. Filling my cunt with his undead flesh. What would be hell on earth to the rest of the world would be heaven on earth for me. Watching The Walking Dead each week is like watching porn for me. I cum over and over again each week and dream of the possibilities of such a world cumming to pass.torture phonesex dead

Life before I was a mortician

Taboo phone sex Pandora 1When I was going through medical school to become the skilled and secretly wicked mortician that I am, I had a roommate right down the road from campus. This roommate was a guy who was pursuing his M.D. to become a doctor in various medical fields. Shortly after we became roommates, I noticed that he had the same lustful desires for cadavers as I do. However, we had a difficult time finding fresh dead corpses to have at our disposal which lead us to the dark adventures that were to come. We came up with a plan to go down town to where the strip of bars and night clubs were all at. There we began hunting for the right specimen to take away in the late night for medical experiments and nasty sexual fulfillment. The perfect candidate would be a beautiful, young drunk girl who had way too much to drink. Usually we would find this drunk girl passed out from drinking in an ally way or violently vomiting into the brushes which is clearly obvious that she is on her way to blacking out near by for us to take her away. Oh I do miss those college days with my old roommate.

Quench My Blood Thurst

torture phonesex karmaMy thirst for blood drives every fiber of my being, from my head to my toes and everything in between. I need to drink blood like most people need to breath air. For me it is life sustaining and orgasmic.
Today i went hunting for wild game just so I could drain the blood and drink it. I was lucky and got two huge wild bore that yielded a lot of blood for the drinking.
I have to drink it quickly so that it doesn’t spoil and I am now down to about a gallon. All that blood has made my pussy soaking wet, and made me long for human blood which is what I really love.
I guess tomorrow I will go to the hobo camp and find some poor homeless fucker. Not to skiny and not on drugs, to bring back home and enjoy.
I will hang him or her upside down from a tree, slit their throat and let the blood drain into the pot so that I can drink it while it is warm.
Human blood taste so different then animal blood and while animal blood will hold me over, nothing quenches my thirst like human blood does!

Who’s My Next Victim?

I can barely contain myself around all these pulsating veins. My pussy is throbbing with anticipation. Its something about sinking my teeth into a person that drives me wild. I love the ones that are hot and horny and the thought of me injecting my 2inch fangs into their neck gets me high.  Listening to their hearts beat rapidly then slow down and eventually stop. Hearing their moans turn into cries for help is making my pussy drip. Stupid little whores clawing at the air while I drain them like that’s going to make me stop…. I love this way too much… It gives me a rush stalking my prey, luring those silly men in with my sexy body and lustful whisper.. I’m a big tease and I like to keep it that way. Running my fangs up and down their neck, they find that shit sexy. Biting down soft then hard, love bite? I think not! As I begin to bleed them dry. They never see it coming. And they say men are stronger than women… The trail of blood and dick I leave behind should prove otherwise. Will you be my next victim? We shall find out tonight….

Jade’s A Lady Killer…

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Get on the floor bitch it’s a stick up. Those might not be the last words you hear but the end is near honey, believe me. See I don’t have any good left in my rotten heart. I’m all about snuffing bitches and fucking bitches before I snuff them. You want me to show you how I can capture, kiss and kill a bitch and still have her begging at my feet for me to fuck her again? It’s all true I promise. I’m a lady killer. I have gotten so addicted to this shit. I have to feed my cravings at least twice a week to stay sane. And even when I’m not out pussy patrolling, I’m at home thinking of different ways to snuff a bitch out. I like to be creative. I’m no average stab and go type of artist. I like to put on a show and if ever I get caught, I want the story to be epic! I want them to be like, this crazy ass bitch… She did what?! And when I’m all tucked away in my cell. I’ll have doctors doing research on my twisted brain. They’ll say, this slut is disturbed.

Double Date Gone Wrong..

accomplice phone sexWe would make the perfect couple. We both get off on torture and snuff. Not many people can say that about their partners. Boring fuckers. The missionary position should be outlawed.  They think doggy style is kinky. But not us, we find pleasure in the weirdest things. I love it when you make little sluts gag on your massive cock right before we snuff them out. You know that makes my pussy tingle in the best way. We should have a double date. One that starts with dinner and small talk about politics and PTA. We will laugh and get drunk as hell too. Then we will convince them to have a swing session with us and they will happily oblige. Then that’s where the fun will begin. They will not know what hit them when things start to get rough. They will probably try to cut our party short. When we start to purposely inflict pain upon them they will try to leave… key word: Try. By then, it will be too late. And before you know it, we will be fucking like mad lovers in a puddle of blood of our nice naive neighbors.

It’s Hunting Season

torture phonesex angie01I woke up long before the sun came up. Excitement running through my body like small jolts of electricity. In the dimly lit room I cleaned my gun and sharpened my arrows for the hunt. I find conventional hunting very boring. You know the macho men that like to hunt deer and hog and all other sorts of wild life. Please these are unintelligent animals that can not out think you, there is no challenge there. That is why once a year I have my own hunt. He has been in my basement for two weeks now. I have kept him well fed so that he is not at any disadvantage what so ever. he will be at the top of his game and provide a challenge for me. My cunt is dripping with anticipation, he is a scraping man, strong and he knows his way in the wilderness. But he is no match for me. I released my prey 25 minutes ago, naked with nothing but his wits to guide him. I will give him five more minutes then I will track him and the game will begin. As the time grows closer, my cunt is becomes wetter, quivering with the thrill of it all. He will try to out smart me, his survival depends on it. He will try, but he will not be successful. I have never lost his game. Of course IF he can make it to the edge of my land without being taken down, he will survive the hunt. I can feel the pleasure of the kill already. i will take him down with my bow, an arrow to the leg to wound him first, allowing him to run a little more, his heart pounding with fear and pain. I will track him while he is wounded, dipping my finger in his trail of blood and licking it off, making the game a bit more fun as I toy with him. Eventually i will run another arrow through one of his arms, causing more fear and pain as he realizes his chances are diminishing. I will only shoot him if he is close to winning, if not he will die a slow death as my arrows pierce his flesh until he falls, unable to go on. Then I will put the last arrow in a lung and sit at a distance, fucking my over excited cunt, rubbing my swollen clit, waiting to cum as he takes his last breath. It will be the perfect kill and another trophy for my wall.