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Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Pandora’s Mortuary Is Open Again For Deviant Play

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Hello once again to my fans of the grotesque, wickedly twisted, and dark corners of the mind. I’m happy to open the mortuary doors once again. Truthfully the pandemic was a real buzz kill, great for business and plenty of corpses. However, due to the amounts, it was required to have more than one mortician around. Keeping my cold formamide smelling work area more populated with the living than usual. Which is such a shame really. You should have seen some of the corpses that came in for me to prepare or just burn. Such beauty and potential gone to waste. 

Now the traffic is steady but no need for extra hands around, I’m able to handle it all once again. I was so happy to be able to let those other workers go. None of them had the spark like me for allowing the dead to be useful to the living in a carnal way. Now I look around the room and see nothing but potential. I’ve renovated it for even more corpse storage and more fun gadgets. Experimenting on the dead is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. Sure a lot of these tools are used for autopsies but they make excellent torture devices when the time arises. So you know a little bit about my past few years, what has the rest of the wicked been up to? 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are My Specialty: Let’s Kill Together

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Murder phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I cater to your darker thoughts and fantasies. Sometimes you are the one who wants to die, and sometimes you have a victim already lined up for us to slaughter. Either way, I am down to play. Most men are not so stupid as to attempt to kill or force fuck me. But every now and again, I meet a dumb fuck with a death wish. Brett was the latest dumb fuck. He hired me to help him kill his daughter’s best friend. Apparently, he spiked the little bitch’s drink one night and fucked her, but she was not completely out of it. She was a smart little one. One I wish could be my accomplice phone sex partner. She has been blackmailing him since. He has a lot to lose because if convicted he would spend the rest of his life behind bars being some guy’s bitch. So, not only was he dumb enough to not drug her completely, he thought he could fuck me too? Like the fee he paid me to take care of his problem meant he owned me. I was clear that the money he gave me was solely to get rid of his problem. Now, I had to turn the tables on him. He was too dumb to live. I had the intended victim do the honors. I would have killed her had this dumb fuck stuck to our agreement, but this was an opportunity I rarely get. I had a protégé. A young girl obviously devious in her thinking and methodical about her planning. I gave her my knife and let her do with him what she wanted. This was revenge. She cut his cock and balls off and shoved them in his mouth like she was baking a cake. She did not flinch. She did not hesitate. She is my mini me and I am going to groom her to be a sick dominant taboo phone sex bitch like me.

Rape Fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies SinI have a dark surprise for you! All the cunts you can fuck and asses beat until you are emptied and satisfied. I spiked their drinks and strapped each one up to their own beds ready for their fixes. Every slut has been shot up with heroine waiting for their personal cocks to mutilate their virgin pussies and stretch their tight asses out until they bleed on the sheets. You have knives, whips and chairs to your liking. While I brand each whore to my liking I can’t wait for their pleads and tears to play like a broken record.  I want to peel their skin from their ripped asses out while their screams echo through out of the room. Ahh the way they beg is music to my ears as my cunt starts to drip I’ll have to slap it onto one of their faces and force them to suck my clit until I am satisfied. So many whores to be ruined and so many chains, whips and razor filled dildos I don’t even know where to start!

Smoker Fantasy Sex

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Pouring Olive oil all over your skin to tenderize it before I start to make the marinade for your skin to crisp up in hahaha. Cutting the onions, garlic and pepper to stuff your tight juicy rectum before I sew it shut so the fillings will make you so plump and juicy I can’t wait for your blood to mix into all my vegetables slowly roasting them! Oh and we can’t forget the spices, I’ll slice a pit into your stomach pulling every intestine out one by one, especially your liver to make a paste from it for the toast being served beside you. I need you alive so I can smoke and fuck you all at once, so after I rub them down I’ll ram them back in and let my good friend fuck that hole leaving his seed for extra flavor. We sew you back up and hog to you before placing you in. mmm I could just smell the flavor building while your head stays out for me to ride my pussy all over that tongue as you slowly roast away. Good lord slicing into those thighs will be so fucking juicy!!

 

Knife Play And Castration For A Man Bitch

I ‘m so tired of men being little bitches. When I was young a man would take control of you. He knew how to use you in every way but would reward you for being a good slut. Now men are weak and can’t even take care of themselves. I met a really weak bitch at the bar who tried to hit on me but could even buy me a drink.

Kinfe play phone sex I decided to bring him back to my place, just like a dumb slut i was able to drug him. When he gained consciousness, he was already naked and tied up. I showed him all my knives and toys I was going to use on him. I started by showing him how sharp my favorite knife was. I barely grazed his chest and it had cut him, seeing the blood drip down made my pussy stir. I pinned his balls with old school wooden pins, they are my favorite to use. The way they pinch the skin makes your body tighten up and seeing you squirm turns my sadistic pussy on. I pulled his cock out as far as I could. He begged for me to just let him go but I could not. I was going to make him into the bitch that he acted like. With one fast swift motion I cut his whole dick off, all the way to the base. I just left a big whole there for me to be able to use. As I finger fucked my pussy, I shoved my other fingers up his new cunt hole. I finger fucked us until my pussy clenched down on my fingers. It came so much my juices dripped down my arm. Now I just needed to finish him off and get rid of a pile of bitch meat.

Castration Phone Sex Gets My Cunt Wet and Brings Me Joy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Guys ask me all the time what I really enjoy, and I am brutally honest. I am not your typical phone sex woman. I am not sitting around all day begging for men to call me. I am not waiting to service your cock. I enjoy torture and the mutilation of sex organs. Now, I do love a good accomplice call where we hunt and kill together; but a good genital mutilation brings me nothing but joy. I am superior to most men. I am superior to most people. I am intelligent and I act with reason, not emotion. Too many men act with their dicks instead of their brains if they even have any. I know that sounds egotistical, but emotions are what bring people down and send them to prison. If guys acted with their big head instead of their little head, there never would have been a Me Too movement. I have never looked at any man and been like I want him so much I am just going to take him. Now, I have looked at a man and been like he looks so fucking stupid, I must explore my murder phone sex fantasies, so he never procreates.

I had that overwhelming sensation last night when I met Oliver at my local Goth dive bar. He was spiking girls’ drinks. I see everything. I am never caught off guard. My sixth sense is strong. I drugged him first. Not the first time or the last time that will happen. I was going to take him to my kill shack where I do my best work and can prolong the agony, but this guy was about 250 lbs of dead weight drugged. I settled for a back-alley castration. He had a worthless wiener. No woman would want to fuck or suck that worthless nub. I drove him to the waterfront. It is a seedy warehouse district where all the drug deals go down and hookers hang out. His sexually mutilated junk would be blamed on some whore not a torture sex bitch like me. He was out cold. I pulled his pants down and laughed at the short stack he thought he could force on me if I had not outsmarted him. I used a rusty blade and cut off his balls and half of his cock and tossed them in the river for fish food. I left him there to bleed out and get jack rolled. Fucking loser. He will just be the victim of another random act of senseless violence. Although it was not senseless to me. The bastard deserved it all.

Forceful Violation and Murder phone sex Fantasies

You will join me in conjuring a Satanic Circle and obtaining a little cunt for something sinister. There will be some forceful violation by your p-cock as I carve our victim with the sacrificial sigils offering her to the demons. This is a Murder phone sex Fantasies kind of fun. Full moon fever means some blood lust and virginal sacrifices were meant to happen. Oh and did it happen!

Nothing better than a fellow dark soul that craves the succulent tight cunts for destroying and deflowering as she bleeds out. Thing is that it’s great money to offer up the virgin cunts. It’s such a waste to sacrifice a virgin w/o letting her holes be deflowered as she bleeds out. I found a way to fulfill many needs. But this means you must attend the Black Mass with me and be as dark as I am to partake in this special double feature. I call it Satanic Snuff and it’s my favorite thing ever.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Taboo Phone Sex Lover

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I’m a nasty mixed breed bitch! I can’t get enough of taboo phone sex and violent shit. To be honest, it’s kinda the only thing that makes my pussy squirt when I’m stroking my clit all alone. I have very high expectations when it comes to getting my cunt stretched. I can’t stand vanilla sex and I like to get my nut off to blood and gore. I was an accomplice bitch for my ex too and we used to abduct our victims. We like ours scared a squirmy! When we found the perfect fuck meat we would hogtie her and act out all of our sick ass rape phone sex fantasies. I don’t know many bitches that can handle watching an asshole get forcefully assaulted all night until it’s leaking blood-tinted cream. That’s the shit my wet dreams are literally made of! Let me be your dark accomplice and I’ll bring you the tastiest trembling treats. That copper-flavored ass juice will quench my thirst as you fuck me over her limp body.

Goth Teen Independence

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In the mood to celebrate the Fourth of July with a little goth teen phone sex, huh?  Well I got some bad news for you, Slick.  The only thing me and my girls are doing tonight is calling forth the rise of the much needed matriarchy.  All you loud mouthed dicks with legs had your shot and you’ve obviously fucked the world up way more than it ever should’ve been.  Now it’s our turn, go lay the fuck down, guy.

What, I’m supposed to be celebrating our “great nation’s” independence?  Go to a cookout, eat a bunch of greasy processed meat products and imbibe copious amounts of alcohol so that I might pass out on a blanket under the fireworks and get fingerbanged in my sleep by a couple of patriotic creeps in the middle of a field full of a bunch of flag waving, fart ripping fuck pigs?  Yeah, no thanks.  I already have plans, but thanks for the invite.

My team of naughty nyctophiles and I are going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground.  The WHOLE fucking place.  The entire world needs to be wiped clean.  The patriarchy has got to go and the punishment for their careless treatment of everything over which they seek to claim dominion is a sure and fiery death.  Hey, it’s not my will.  Gaia has spoken and will be guiding us on our journey of much needed mayhem until her work is done.  Think of it as mother nature’s fiery house cleaning and we’re the maids.

Get behind us and watch the world start anew.  Stand in our way and you will be just as scorched as the earth upon which we march.  We march for the natives of this, and every other, country who were displaced and destroyed by another race of people.  We march for the poor and downtrodden who aren’t given a voice in any land and are dying to be heard.  We march for the women and girls who are forced to endure the misogynistic laws and social norms that classify us as second class citizens.  We march for peace, we march for fire, we march for the matriarchy.  We will march and we will destroy.

Is that goth enough for you?  Is there enough angst in my words to make you feel like you want to spend a little time with me?  I don’t really give a fuck, guy.  You are part of the problem.  You and every other cum craving creepo that thinks women owe him something.  If you want to fuck me, you know which side of the line you need to stand on.  If you’re ready to fry and sizzle like a piece of fuck pig bacon, well.. enjoy the Fourth of July.