Can you see it now? It’s Christmas Morning and you go downstairs, there’s a giant box next to the tree, big enough to fit a person in it. You dismiss it, going forth to get your morning coffee. You start to hear sounds, they sound almost like whimpering. You start to think about what could be in that box, and the idea of someone sneaking a puppy into your home has you instantly seeing red. You don’t want a stupid fucking mutt for Christmas, you want a slut! You walk over to the box and open it slowly, it all falls open to expose a cage, and inside that cage is a girl. That girl is me and I am your present. I am tied up and bound tightly in red rope there’s even a bow in my hair. I am naked and helpless as he looks down at me stroking his cock more and more as he looks at me. “Ah so you are my little slut, not my little mutt aren’t you now” I whimper as he kicks the cage. “Nonetheless, you will have to be trained just like all my other sex slaves. And just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean I am going to take it easy on you whore.” He goes on to say “You’re my gift, not the other way around and I sure do love a nice red Christmas!” He says this while he takes out a sharp knife and starts cutting me through the bars of my cage, my blood pouring out, the red Christmas he was just talking about.
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Knife play phone sex
Snuff Porn and Castration
While most folks are watching Christmas movies, I am watching snuff porn. I am more murderous this time of year because I lack any holiday spirit and I hate people. Bah humbug. I could only watch so much before I had to kill. But who? Who had been the naughtiest? I wanted to kill my neighbor but that would break my rule of killing close to home. I have a few rules I adhere to and they keep me safe from the law. I went to the mall and picked up a guy who resembled my loser neighbor. The issue with my neighbor is that he thinks he is a Lothario. He has a revolving door of women but makes them all think she is the only one. He thinks he is George Clooney or something, but he looks more like one of the Three Stooges. He is not handsome and because he is an exhibitionist, I can see he is not hung either. No clue what women see in him. He is not rich. He is not handsome, and he is not hung. Triple loser. My guess is he lies. Tells women he is some rich guy, but he is a poser. Since I couldn’t kill him, I could kill a man like him, or at least castrate him. I found this goober who thought he had what I wanted. If I wanted a fat poor pathetic loser, then sure, he had what I needed. But I would never need that. I let him think we were going to my cabin in the woods to fuck. I castrated him. Just like I do on castration phone sex calls. I chopped his balls off. They were just little nuggets anyway. He started crying in pain and bleeding like a stuck pig. I just laughed as he cried for his worthless nuts. I went out to kill, but I wanted him to live without his balls. I wanted him to have a constant reminder that he is not all that. Now, I need to figure out what to do with my loser neighbor and you. I bet you are just as pathetic.
Accomplice Phone Sex
I am a good submissive. It was what I was born to do. I was not born to dominate, but sometimes a master wants me to take the reigns when breaking in a new slave. It is against my nature, but if I want to live, I do it. Master brought me Lauri. She is a new working girl in his harem. She is a special girl. She used to be a man. Master wants to take advantage of the new demand for special girls, so he added a T-girl and a transgendered girl. I had to break her in. I mustered up all my anger for master and his friends and took it out on her girl parts. She had a newly minted pussy that I destroyed. As I took a baseball bat to her brand new pussy, she screamed in pain. I was just getting started. I took a knife and carved whore on her fake boobs. I know that hurt. She cried and pleaded for mercy. I did feel bad, but I was gaining favor with our master and pimp. Master brands all his whores. I couldn’t kill her, so I had to stop. She was destroyed, but I would nurse her back to gold. If I don’t, master will let her return the favor and I am she would give back worse than I delivered.
Dark Frozen Doll
Don’t let my sweet appearance fool you because when the day is done and the sun has set a new time begins. The night belongs to the dark ones, the wild ones, the sinful ones. When the moon rises as do the human monsters that lurk in the shadow. It’s time for you to pick up your phone and dial up your phantom lover for some intense gothic phone sex. I’ll be waiting for you in strands of black fabric arranged to tempt and taunt you. I’ll give you peaks of my long slender neck, my milky breasts, my smooth legs and to top it all off I’ll be waiting with an innocent doe eyed face.
I’m the picture of a gothic Lolita and you can’t help yourself when the blood runs hot and your teeth are on edge. You have to take that innocence down to it’s death, bloodied and broken. It’s not your fault that you hunger for something entirely depraved is it? No one is at fault for the fact that you lust for my blood in all ways.Take me from this wretched world, save me from the terrors of the daylight. Let me sleep forever as a beautiful dark doll frozen in time at your hands.
Nobody Will Miss That Whore
Me and Daddy took a little hiatus after that home invasion. For one we were tired and secondly, we needed to avoid any law enforcement. But the constant news coverage was too much. We needed to play. So, we went down to 2nd St to pick up a prostitute. Nobody would miss her now would they? We picked her up and brought her back to Daddy’s garage. There we smoked some meth and drank an outrageous amount of alcohol. She was out of her mind so we knew this would be easy. We undressed her, laid her on the table and strapped her down. Daddy hopped up and stuck his dick right in her mouth and fucked her throat hard. Not wanting to be left out I strapped on a big black dildo and hopped up and fucked her pussy raw. Then me and Daddy pulled out our little box of tools. We pulled out an ice pick and a nice butcher knife. Not wanting to listen to her screams we stuffed her nasty panties deep inside her cum filled mouth. We sliced those big saggy titties right off. Next, we decided to remove that pussy of hers, but not before sticking that ice pick deep inside numerous places in her belly. Blood was pouring out of that whore and had puddled on the floor. Me and Daddy lay right in that blood and fucked each other until we were covered with her blood and my hair was red from it. She made the occasional moans, but we knew she wouldn’t last long. So, we quickly called Daddy’s friends to come over to fuck her and placed bets on who would be fucking her when she took her last breath.
Holidays Bring Out Sadistic Phone Sex
Sadistic phone sex is the best gift you can give yourself for the holidays. Trust me. I understand murderous impulses, dark desires and uncontrollable rage. I am filled with all three daily. I have discovered that letting my homicidal impulses out is the best therapy. Keeping anything bottled inside is bad for your health. So, when I saw the little brat making a snowman, I didn’t keep my urges in. I checked my surroundings to make sure I would not get busted. It would have been better with a male accomplice, but I still had my fun. I made a bloody angel in the snow. I stabbed her many times as she screamed out in pain. Eventually, she was gagging on the blood regurgitating out of the hole in her throat. The white snow under her tiny body turned bright red. I watched the life go out of her body. It was a therapeutic kill. Perhaps, that girl did nothing to me, but it felt good to let out all the rage. It felt cathartic to kill because so many people piss me off this time of year. Give it a try. I think you will find that killing and force fucking will put you in the holiday mood.
Sharpen Your Knives and Let’s Play
I have an extreme craving that I can’t get out of my mind. I just really want to have some knife play phone sex. There are so many instruments that we could use for some hardcore twisted BDSM pleasures, but my mind is on the sensation of cold carbon steel against my throat while you fuck me without regard for me at all. I want you to use the fuck out of my hole while my life hangs on the flick of your wrist. I’ve been playing with my favorite blade here in my bed and wish it was your hands around the wooden handle. I have eleven and a quarter inches of fatal fetishism in my hot hands, just waiting.
If you don’t step up to the plate and overpower me though, you will find yourself in trouble. Someone is going to bleed for someone and if you can’t penetrate me with that eleven inches of steel death then I will take it to you. I’ll straddle you and the last thing you will experience is me taking you apart, one slice at a time. Don’t worry, I’ll plunge it in. I’ll have my sadistic fun first though. Are you ready?
The Tide Runs Red on a Black Night.
The wolves are howling and hungry on a bloody phone sex night. She lies there in a pool of pool and semen. The glassy eyes stare into the darkness. Just a few hours ago she was a beautiful woman. But she was a bitch, this woman who broke your heart. She ran off with your best friend. Now he’s gator bait out in the swamp and she is dead fuck meat. I knew you had the evil in you when you came to me, begging for help. A few sips of my special elixir and you exploded with rage, eager to destroy her. We abducted her, brought her to my lair. She was all fire at first, calling you every name. Tiny cock, no balls, loser. But when I walked in the room, knocked her to the floor, and slammed a stiletto heel in her eye, that flame turned to despair. And then to begging and praying as the torture began. We fucked every hole, probing her “hot little pussy” with a red hot poker. The screams inflamed us, driving us into a sexual frenzy. I made tiny cuts on her tits before I cut off her nipples. Then I handed the blade to you. You put her on her knees and made her beg for her life as you destroyed her asshole with an angry cock. You slashed her throat just as orgasm overtook you, riding her to a thrashing bloody happy ending. Who do you need to punish? What bitch deserves to die?
Tis the Season to Make Snuff Movies
Most women are watching sappy ass Lifetime Christmas movies this time of year. Not me. I am watching and making snuff movies. I hate the holidays. The only thing I can tolerate are the crowded malls. And that is because crowded malls are perfect hunting grounds for sick bitches. The malls are crammed full of snuff victims. Pretty, vacuous and greedy little bitches who deserve to die run amok in malls across the US . Consumer culture obsessed brats who think the world revolves around them. I saw this posse of young mean girls. They were making fun of adults. They were scamming men out of money too. They were the kind of girls it would be fun to slaughter. Getting them away from the mall was easy too. I drove them willingly to their death. I told them I was a movie director and I was casting a horror movie that needed young girls. They ate up my lie because of their colossal egos. Once in my kill shack, I gave them drinks spiked with knock out drugs and I destroyed them. They weren’t passed out. There is no fun in that. Just subdued, so they would fight less. I like a little fight in them. They quickly realized I was a snuff porn director and they were my stars. I stripped them naked first. I enjoyed humiliating them like they did the women in the mall. I drew with a sharpie on their fat areas. I wrote whore on their foreheads and laughed at their flat titties and bald cunts. Eventually, I got annoyed with their whining. I killed them. Slowly of course. I wanted to enjoy their death. I made it painful, cutting their femoral arteries until they bled out slowly. RIP Mean girls. You were naughty bitches and Santa snuffed you out.
Off with Your Balls
There’s something so sexy about a sharp blade. Any blade. Knife, razor, sword, box cutter. Shiny and sharp, placed right up against your nut sac. You wonder if I’m going to tease you or hurt you. You feel the sharp edge dragging along your flesh and the blood beads up. Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be castrated? Oh, you beg me not to hurt you but that rock hard cock gives you away. You like the fear that you’re feeling. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as the cum builds in your testicles. You groan out loud. You better not cum, or I will end you now. This is cock control and your life depends on it. A shot of cum and I will make your blood spurt, too. You clench your teeth, gasping for air, trying to get control of your raging member who only wants to cum. I smile and wait. “Beg for your balls.” I order you. You sound like a little bitch whining as you plead for your manhood. The whimper is starting to irritate me. I have my blade poised right up against your bulging purple mushroom head. Shall I cut your cock off in pieces or will one swipe of my wrist leave you as a sissy eunuch forever?