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Thanksgiving Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexI am excited about Thanksgiving. It will be a snuff phone sex Thanksgiving. I believe in not just hunting for the thrill. I eat what I kill like other responsible hunters. Some people think the world is over populated with deer. I think the world is overpopulated with stupidity. I have been hunting my dinner the past few days. I have a big fat bird named Karen in the basement. She is still fresh. I won’t cook her until Thursday. I have captured a nice companion too. He will make an excellent gravy. The key to a good Thanksgiving meal is patience. I don’t just shoot the first deer I see. I look for one with some meat on its bones. One that looks healthy and not artificial. It is the key to taste. My turkeys are stuffed with the best seasonings too. I make a vegetable stuffing to compliment the meat. Butter is also key. I melt a gallon of butter and soak my catch. The butter makes the skin so soft and tender. Add some pineapple juice and you have one yummy meal. I’m having some close friends over this holiday who have particular tastes. I am a good cook. I have been hunting and killing my holiday meals for a decade now. I have only improved my big game cooking skills. I am not a trophy hunter. You will not see heads on my wall. I carefully prepare my meat and I use all the parts. I grind the bones and innards up for protein shakes. I use the limbs for my own kind of deer sausage. I get to rid the world of drunk fools and tools and serve a fine meal. I have my pretty bird naked soaking in a big pan of seasoned butter as I write. She is going to taste as good as she smells. Who is hungry?

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Taboo Phone Sex Slut

taboo phone sexI have nothing but taboo phone sex stories to share with my callers. I am not a vanilla girl. My life is not boring. As a submissive whore, I get myself into situations I often regret. Last night is one of those nights. I was out of party favors, so I went to this dive bar. I know some dealers who hang out there and do business in the alley. I was the only chick in the place. All eyes were on me as I walked in. I don’t mind the attention, but they didn’t look happy to see me. It was like I walked into a private meeting or something. I said awkwardly, “What does a girl need to do to get a drink in this place?” Silence. They weren’t undressing me with their eyes. They were killing me with their eyes. I started to turn to leave when something hard hit the back of my head and sent me to the ground. It was a beer bottle. I saw it coated with my blood in front of me. I tried to stand up, but they toppled me. “Wrong bar, whore,” one of the guys seethed. They pulled my hair and ripped off my clothes. If you have rape phone sex fantasies, you will appreciate what they did to me next. I was sodomized, fisted and skull fucked for hours. Used as a punching bag and human toilet before they tossed me outside in the alley like trash. Never did get m party favors. I guess I was the party favor.

Rough Night

Last night was a crazy and scary experience, but it was also incredibly erotic and exhilarating. I woke up at a strangers house completely ass naked. My cunt hurt and my asshole felt like someone had shoved a baseball bat inside me. I had blood on my legs and dried blood coming from my nose and my lip. I had a black eye and I had a severed piece of rope tied to my leg from which it looks I had somehow cut thru to break free… or so I could only assume.

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I had red and green wax stuck to my nipples and as I tried to pull the wax off I realized it was also in my ass crack. I went to the mirror to examine whatever other things I had missed and when I got to the bathroom I saw that I also had several large bruises on my inner and outer thighs. I had bruising along my collar bone as well. As I stood there wondering what the fuck happened to me, I realized I must have had one rough night. But I am alive so I who knows, maybe I asked for it and even liked it.

Lets snuff some bitch

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I want to help you go get a little fucking slut tonight. I wanna pick out a perfect girl for us to enjoy together, and when I say enjoy I really mean tearing her insides out and shoving them up my cunt while she watches and bleeds out. Hehe. Is that to much for you daddy? I like to be really nasty and I make sure that of course your pleased with my sick ways.

I will take her blood and use it to stroke your cock while you make a slit right in her brain, so you can fuck her skull and cum all in her brain. Does that sound good baby? I want to see you get off in her dumb little dead skull.

She should have locked her windows

snuff pornI was bored last night so I went out looking for some fun. I was just walking around, not really sure what I was looking for exactly, I figured I would know it when I see it you know? Well just as I was about to give up and go home I noticed this bitch sleeping in a first floor bedroom with her window wide open! Bitch didn’t even have a fucking screen up! It was like she was an offering for me, too good of an opportunity to pass up! I slipped into the window soundlessly and looked around for something to tie her up, I settled on a pair of her own tights and tied her to her bed frame while she was asleep and then slapped her awake. She was shocked and scared, stupid bitch even pissed her fucking bed she was so scared but I didn’t let that stop me. I took my time with her, slicing, dicing and in general just fucking her up. By the time I was thru with her, there were body parts strewn across the room and the whole place looked like a slaughterhouse!

Castration Phone Sex: Lorena Bobbitt is My Hero

castration phone sexHave you been searching for castration phone sex? You may have read it is my speciality. I am a sick bitch. My personal hero is Lorena Bobbit. She didn’t take the balls, she took the whole damn dick! I channeled my hero this weekend. I was at this new Goth club. Normally, ass wipe, douche bag hipsters don’t frequent such clubs, but I found the one who did. From his skinny jeans to his cheesy pornstache, he annoyed the fuck out of me. Out of all the punk princesses in the club, he fixated on me. He took my blunt “Get the fuck out of my face” statement as flirting. I don’t flirt. I either fuck you, kill you or castrate you. He ordered a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. Dude, what the fuck? This is like an Absinthe kind of place. He was the biggest tool I have encountered in a long time. I decided to castrate him in the bathroom. I would cut his balls off and pin them to the bathroom wall as a warning to other guys that this is not a pick-up bar. I made him think he was getting lucky in the bathroom, but it was me who was getting lucky. I told him to show me his cock and balls. When he unzipped his pants, I pulled out his cock. As I was getting ready to slice his ball sack off, I slipped. I took more than the tip! I ended up Lorena Bobbitting him. His pecker was sliced clear off. Blood was spurting all over the bathroom floors and walls. It was a happy accident! I thought perhaps I should call for help. I mean that can kill a guy. I just walked out of the bathroom, with his pecker in my purse. I drove home and fed it to my Pitbull. Next day I heard about a man found in a pool of blood in a new club missing his penis. There was a large search for his severed dick.  I just laughed and patted my dog’s head.

I will cut off your balls!

Having a sub who wants me to cut off his balls is one of my ultimate fantasies. If you are begging for it because you do not feel manly enough, think your cock is too small or just feel like a useless sissy bitch… I am always willing to be the one to pull the trigger on that type of fantasy. It actually gets me really hot and wet to think about all of that blood dripping out of your balls after I take a big pair of scissors and just squeeze together as your flesh separates.

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Or maybe we even put them on the butcher block and I take a nice sharp clever as I make you look down at those ridiculous things while I let the clever drop and cut them from your body, as it emasculate you and proves what a worthless piece of shit you are. I can even shove them into your asshole and then make you fuck me with your tongue, humiliating you as your screams echo into my cunt while I make you use that pain to make me feel good and get me off.

Goth Teen Phone Sex

Goth teen phone sexHe was so weird, from the very moment he picked me up. I mean, I still rode into town with him, because a ride’s a ride, and I’ve ridden with some real weirdos before, so he wasn’t off-the-charts weird. He brought me back to his apartment, which was above someone’s garage, and let me use his shower. As I was finishing up, drying off and what have you, he knocked and asked if he could watch me put on my makeup and fix my hair before I got dressed. I figured it was a small price to pay for a ride and a clean body, considering. So, I let him in, and then sat naked on his counter as I started my makeup. I’d hardly gotten my mascara on when I realized he was sitting there jacking off to me doing my makeup. Every new item I used made his cock jump, as I watched him in that same mirror I was using for my makeup. Just as I finished my face, he pulled me off the counter, yanked back on my hair, and drilled deep into me, his other hand coming to my throat to stop any possible sounds. I fought against the hand that was keeping me from breathing, but he had a hell of a grip on me. I was starting to black out…

Mutilation Phone Sex with Marley

Mutilation phone sexHe’d picked me up and taken me back to a warehouse. I thought I was safe, since there were so many people around. He offered to feed me, so I stuck around. When everyone else had gone home for the evening, I started to get a little worried, but….food! He told me he had a kitchen toward the back of the warehouse, and that we could go back there and he’d cook up something delicious for me. Instead, what I found as he locked the door behind us was another girl a bit younger than me. She was on the floor crying quietly, and he introduced me to “my little sister”. I knew right then that something really bad was coming. He made me play with her – her tits, ass, and pussy – before making her do all the same things to me. Then, he had her tie me up and shove a pole right up my cunt. He stood that pole up in a hole in the ground, and I dangled on it, feet maybe an inch from the ground. I could feel the pole trying to work its way into my cervix from my own weight pressing down on it. Then, he broke out a huge blade, and a welding torch. He held the blade up to that flame until it was red-hot. Then, as she watched on in horror, and I watched as though I was not even in my own body, he started at my feet, cutting my body into pieces. I watched my feet fall to the ground, then my calves, then my thighs. The pain wasn’t even registering after the first one. Then, he was at my belly….

Snuff Porn

snuff pornI was hired to make a snuff porn. I have a reputation as a no taboos freak. For some coke and some money to buy coke, I will do the kinds of fetish films other women refuse to do. I am not proud. Snuff films aren’t real anyway. It’s fake blood and guts, like a horror film. I showed up at the address the casting agent gave me. It didn’t look like any set I had seen, and I have been on a few. In fact, I saw no one else. I wondered if I had the right address. I had no cell reception, so I couldn’t text or even call anyone. I walked around a bit, then saw the house. It looked like a horror film house, so I assumed that was the place to be. I walked in, called out for anyone. No one responded. I walked around a bit. No electricity. The house was covered in cob webs. No one has been in this place for decades was my guess. I used the light on my iPhone to illuminate my way. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. A shadowy figure; menacing. Tall, maybe deformed. I heard the chainsaw and I shit my pants. Was this the movie? Or was this my own Texas Chainsaw Nightmare? I ran. Ran smack into a room of dead dismembered bodies. Even high, I am scrappy. I buried myself under a pile of limbs to hide. I was fucked up, but this didn’t feel like a snuff movie. This felt like death. I laid motionless in the dark under a pile of bloody limbs wishing this was a bad dream. I heard foot steps, but I couldn’t see anything. Then, I head the mysterious figure say, “Are you ready to die Blair?” At that moment the chainsaw came crashing down thru the dead bodies. Blood splattered, I felt pain then everything went dark.