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Special Thanksgiving Dinner

I have a new accomplice, Rick, who is helping me better  appreciate my victims. See, it is wasteful to just dump their bodies in some swallow grave or in the woods for the wild animals. I can use their flesh to feed myself and my friends.  Turns out human flesh is quite tasty, not to mention nourishing. My new  friend taught me all about the choice cuts, how to properly season  my dinner and how to plump it up to make it more delectable.  I am in an apprentice stage, still learning, but in the spirit of learning, I kidnapped a young couple at the mall. Well not so much kidnapped as duped into thinking they were going to have a threesome with me. Well it’s more like an orgy, an orgy of flesh. They would be joining me and my friends for dinner.

Cannibalism phone sex knife playI slipped them some roofies in their wine, then practiced my culinary skills. I want to impress Rick. I made sure the couple I selected was in good health and meaty. I then prepared a good sauce. I made this pineapple sauce that I found online often used for roasting pigs. I bound their legs and hands, put an apple in their mouth, some stuffing in their holes, and basted them in my tangy pineapple sauce. I put them in the oven mixed with some potatoes and veggies and slow roasted them. I have to admit the smell was intoxicating. Of course they woke up and started screaming. I just looked at them through the glass and watched them slowly cook to death with a smile on my face. I can’t wait to have Rick come over to share the dinner I made for him.

I’m gonna be practicing for awhile now as I want to have a special Thanksgiving dinner for all my friends. I am harvesting organs for then too. I’m curious about the different flavors and aromas of the heart, the kidneys, the lungs, the brain, the sex organs….I’m no Hannibal Lector, yet, but I am looking forward to having folks for dinner. Join me? Human flesh is an acquired taste, but it is so much fun acquiring it.

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Beautiful Medical Fetish Phone Sex

 

medical fetish phone sex karmaBeauty is in the eye of the beholder, or so they say. Finding the abandoned insane asylum/hospital in the middle of no where was my chance to live out my sadistic medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I was not going to let this chance pass me by. I spent hours walking the silent halls with their peeling paint, musky smell and ancient medical equipment. If I closed my eyes I could feel the pain and sadness surround me and it made every inch of my body tingle with delight while the moisture built between my legs. I had the perfect person in mind for my plan. An adorable little bubble brained twit that talks endlessly about her beauty and the plastic surgery that she wanted. There wasn’t one thing she hadn’t said she would like surgically enhanced from her boobs to her cunt. Last night when the moon was high and the night was dark I was about to make all her dreams come true, my way. Inviting her over for a few drinks under the assumption that I found an excellent plastic surgeon for her and slipping the Mickey in her drink was easy. If she only knew that I was to be the plastic surgeon of her dreams! She woke up strapped to a rusty old hospital bed in one of the old dirty hospital gowns I found while looking around.medical fetish phone sex hospital1 On one of the rusty old tables for surgical equipment I had everything I needed for our time together. I gathered several syringes and scalpels, needle and thread and some interesting chemicals that I intended to use. She had a bad case of cotton mouth from the drug, and could barely speak. However when I told her I was going to fix her right up as I raised the scalpel in the light of the candles I had all around us, she was able to let out a blood curdling scream that delighted every inch of me. She was about to get a face lift, a boob job and the vaginal lift that she so desired. I started with her tits. Taking a syringe and filling it with silicone straight from the hardware store I began injecting her left tit. Watching her skin stretch with each injection I continued until it was so full that the skin burst and the silicone came spewing out mixed with blood and breast tissue. Oh dear now she was lop sided and I would have to do the other side. All while enjoying the music of her cries. After completing  her right tit to match the left, I took a break to take off my clothes and rub hand fulls of the bloody breast tissue all over me. I started on her face lift next, I had to control her blood loss. After stitching up her chest with my needle and thread, I picked up my scalpel and began cutting a line from her temple to the bottom of her ear. Cutting the skin and not going to deep I am able to pull the skin taught and stitch it up cutting off the excess when I am done and moving to the other side. The closer I get to that vaginal lift the wetter my cunt becomes and I am almost there. She is faint now from shock and pain, but I will revive her before I begin my final procedure. I want her to feel the grand finale and enjoy it as much as I do!medical fetish phone sex scalpel

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Taboo phone sex Morticia

 

There is nothing better than candy… no I lied… Beating people is better than candy..

That is why I got the idea to beat someone with candy.. 

I know, It sounds weird but listen. 

On Halloween we had a bunch of little dicks from town come up to our place and egg us. 

Some of us went chasing after them but I stayed in the house. 

That is when I caught one little fucker breaking in down stairs. 

Don’t these people know that you don’t go to the scary house?

We will hurt them.. I was alone and all I had was my cast Iron skillet.. 

I know my house like the back of my hand. 

I hid by the door to the basement.. My basement where I do all my bad things… 

He didn’t know what him… When he woke up he was laying on my work bench.. I know he could smell the candy melting… and he saw me working on something. 

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I think he was scared but I couldn’t hear his screams… I super glued his lips together! 

I grabbed the boiling pot of melted candy and I poured in onto his exposed chest.. 

The thing about sugar is it burn deep in the skin and nothing really helps that pain. Especially in this basement.

After I poured all the hot sugar on him I let it get hard… 

I knew it was still burning him… 

That is when I grabbed my new flogger… 

It was breath taking to see his young skin and blood break away with every whip… 

He is still down there.. burning.. bleeding…

what should i do next?

Satan’s Sex Slaves

Evil phone sex torture submissivesMy girlfriend Stephanie invited me to a Halloween Party. She met this hot guy at a club and scored us an invite to an exclusive underground club. I was pretty excited actually. I needed a good time. We both did. The location of the party was a secret. We were told to be at a warehouse at 9PM and we would be driven to the party destination. Stephanie and I arrived promptly at 9PM looking very sexy. There were other women there too, but they were not hot like us. None of us seemed to know  what was going on, but I beginning to feel uneasy.

Then several men arrived. Very handsome men and Stephanie and I lost our senses. We are good submissive fuck pigs. Men tell us what to do, we do it. We know no other life. These men instructed us to get into this white bus. All of us, got on that bus, somehow knowing it might be the death of us. Like lambs to be slaughtered, we followed.

evil phone sex bondage bitchWere drove in the dark, in the woods, for several miles until we stopped at what appeared to be an abandoned church and graveyard. A creepy ass old church in the middle of nowhere. This could not be good for Stephanie and I, or the others.  They led us into the church. I saw the pentagram, the candles, the blood… It was clear we were in the church of Satan. Why, we were not sure, but Stephanie and I were scared. There was blood all over the alter.

Stephanie and I were together, but the other girls they separated from us. Stephanie and I got tied up in the back of the church. I did my best to calm her. I had a plan. If we could convince our captors that we were good fuck toys; good breeders for virginal sacrifices, perhaps we could  survive. We were clearly the pretty ones in the group. The Satanists seemed intrigued. Stephanie and I were forced to watch as they slaughtered the other girls at their bloody alter. Each girl was bound, gagged and forced to lay in the center of a burning pentagram. Their breasts were cut off, their pussies sowed shut, some sort of animal blood spilled on them, then they were lit on fire. It was the most horrifying thing either of us had every witnessed. And as subby fuck pigs, we have seen a lot. I can still smell their charred flesh and hear their screams.

evil phone sex sacrifice virginsI looked over at Stephanie and told her to trust me. We had something those women did not. We had rocking bodies and pretty faces, and we had youth on our side. We could appeal to their primordial urges. It worked. They did not kill us. Instead they took us to the basement. It appeared to be a sexual torture dungeon. All sorts of S and M devices.  For days we were Satan’s sex slaves. Fucked in all our holes. Whipped. Tortured. Deprived of food and water. Forced to pee and defecate on the floor. They even forced us to play with each other as they jacked off on us. They were insatiable. They didn’t seem to need sleep. They did, however, need to fuck.  They were determined to breed us.

evil phone sex satanic ritual killerWe survived the church of Satan. We survived being the devil’s sex slaves. But barely. They passed out after being up for close to two days. I’m double jointed and freed my hands, then freed Stephanie. We ran naked through the woods, in the dark and the cold until we reached the highway and the kindness of a stranger. I’m not sure if the devil exists, but he certainly has followers who believe and they kill and fuck in his name. What would you do to us in the name of Satan?

Do Not Fear The Desire

killer phonesex karmaThe sound of her scream sends a tingle straight to your cock. Then you see the blood and your body betrays you with an erection that you can’t deny. You wonder what is wrong with you. Why you are aroused by pain and suffering? Why do you want to feel the ripped and torn flesh? Why do these horrific sights that should cause you to turn away turn you on so much? You can’t deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in you. You can’t deny the desire to live out these fantasies that will surely damned you to hell. You dare not speak of it to anyone so you keep it all locked inside. How do I know these things you think of? Because my dark lover. The sound of her scream sends a tingle coursing through my body as well. When I see the blood, my body betrays me as my cunt drips with longing that I can’t deny. I no longer wonder what is wrong with me. Why I am aroused by pain and suffering. Why do I long to feel the ripped and torn flesh on her mangled body. Why do these horrific sights that should cause me to turn away turn me on so much. I no longer deny the arousal that the dark side brings out in me. Instead I embrace my desire to live out these fantasies that have already damned me to hell. If you dare not speak it, then write it. Don’t keep it locked inside any longer, meet me in a text session and live what you dare not speak. Close your eyes and feel the blood on your hands as we share our dark fantasies.  killer phonesex keyboard

Your Evil Accomplice is Just a Key Stroke Away

fantasy phone sex goth evilWhen the zombie apocalypse hits, let’s face it, we are still going to have certain needs. In fact, I do believe our killer instincts will become even more prominent, more primordial because we will be fighting for survival. Hunting will no longer be just for sport, but for survival also. We might be divided geographically, but we can still talk via the cyber text sessions we offer. So much easier to cyber text sometimes, like when hunting zombies or killing the assholes and the weak  who jeopardize our survival.  The apocalypse is close, and I am going to need accomplices. People who share my passion for survival, my passion for killing. Think of how much fun we can have together sharing the details of our kills? Sharing not only how many zombies we slaughtered, but the joy we took in eradicating the world of useless, dangerous people.  Sharing the gory details of what we did to survive, like killing a pretty stupid whore to feed on her flesh. In the apocalypse you are either the butcher or the cattle. We are the butcher.

Things will be desperate, resources scarce,  trust will be hard, but crucial if we want to win the war against the undead. We can help each other. I can share my killing secrets, you can share yours. Thanks to our cyber text sessions,  we can stay connected regardless of distance, regardless of the situation. We can hunt together. Survive together. Kill together. All thanks to the ability to cyber text one another. So, even if the situation is not as drastic as the zombie apocalypse, remember we can always stay connected. For the same price of a phone call, you can message me your darkest, sickest most depraved desires.  Your wicked accomplice is just a key stroke away.

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Let My Flesh Nourish You

cannibalism phone sex torture subbyMost women masturbate thinking about being eaten. But I bet they don’t get off thinking about being eaten how I think about it. I could care less about having my cunt eaten out or pussy worshiped. I want to literally be eaten. I want a master with a particular diet; one that requires human flesh to survive. I want to nourish my master and maybe his cruel accomplice. Look at me. I am tall, with big beautiful breasts and some meat on my bones. You could sustain yourself on my flesh for quite awhile.I bet I am delectable. 

cannibalism phone sex snuff blondeI want you to hunt me like a wild prey. Abduct me. Keep me locked up while you force feed me like a pig to fatten me up for slaughter. Then I want you to tenderize my meat, season and butter my skin. Shove and apple in my mouth and slow roast me over a fire. I wanna feel the flames engulfing me; I wanna feel my skin charring, falling off my flesh while I am slowly cooked to death for your sustenance, your survival. I wanna die slowly, painfully for your pleasure, your amusement. I want you to get off on my screams, my pain, my pleading for survival.

You know I look tasty. You know I would be scrumptious.  I bet we could cook up all sorts of yummy scenarios together. Let me feed you and your family.

 

Psycho Movie Serial Killer Wannabe

knife play phone sex killer snuffLast night I went to a midnight showing of the original Halloween. It’s a classic. One of my favorite films. Michael Myers is my hero. Gets to kill annoying people with a big ass knife, always allude capture, some how never get killed. I often fancy myself a psycho movie serial killer like Michael, Jason, Freddy, Chucky or Pinhead.  Brutal, evil, cold, invincible. A killing machine who does not worry about that silly thing called guilt. A true sociopath.

There were these two blonde bimbos in front of me that were texting and talking through the movie. I find that annoying. When I asked them politely to shut the fuck up and watch the movie, they got rude with me. I channeled my inner psycho movie serial killer, followed them out when the movie was over. I hide in the shadows,  stalked them, watched them, followed them home. Stupid bitches left a window open. Of course I took that as an invitation. I found them laying in bed together.  They looked like they passed out. Clothes and makeup still on. This was too easy. But sometimes a quick easy kill like one of my heroes would do, is just good for the soul. I plunged my knife into the heart of bimbo #1 and her eyes opened wide, she took a big gasp, then slumped back down on the bed in a bloody pool. Bimbo #2  never even woke up. Her BFF is being snuffed out right next to her, and her drunk ass is snoring. I slit her worthless throat.

I went over to a chair in the corner, licked the blood of my knife, rubbed the blood on me into my pussy as I masturbated. Then I went home, left with an unquenchable desire to kill again. Yes there was lots of blood, which makes me hot. But they were drunk, oblivious to dying. I get off on the fear, the tears, even the screams and resistance. Where is the challenge if they don’t even realize they are being hunted, stalked and killed?  I’m like a vampire, needing to feed.  Would you like to be my accomplice? We can find some unsuspecting bitch, hunt her like an animal, kidnap her and torture her for hours, maybe even days, until we decide we are finished with her.  Sometimes I feel sorry for  my psycho movie serial killers because they play alone.

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Toothless

 

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My eyes flicker open, all I can see is the bright light above me. 

My head is pounding and my right eye is swollen. 

I try to sit up but I realize I am strapped down. 

I’m laying on some thing cold and smooth.

I tap my nails on it to try and make a sound but pain shot through my fingers. 

That is when I start to remember where I am.

My finger nails are gone, just bloody fingers now.

Someone leans over my face, but I can not see their face. 

All I can see is the out line of their body.. They dim down the bright light as they lean in closer.

I know those eyes.. 

It’s almost as if the person is smiling under their face mask. 

They are dressed as a scrubbed up surgeon. 

I go to move my lips and ask them what they want. 

But my mouth is pride open. 

My mouth is so dry. 

My tongue is stuck to gums. 

I try to move it to my teeth… 

I have no teeth.. 

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WHAT HAPPENED?!

Then I started to hear screaming.

I start to panic and I try to move.. That is when the table starts to move…

Its like I am in a standing position but I’m still strapped to the table.. 

Then I see the tv..

Its me screaming as that person is ripping out each tooth one by one…

I pass out from pain.. All I could do was just watch this happen to me. 

I feel something warm dripping off my toes. I look down.. I am covered in blood…

Who’s blood is this?! WHO’S BLOOD?!!!!!!!!!

 

 

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A Sadist in Sheep’s Clothing

torture phone sex mommy bloodyEvery now and then I encounter a very sadistic man. A man who truly believes women are worthless whores on earth only for their pleasure. And that no matter what they do to a woman, it is justified because we are all just whiny, bitchy, cunts who do not deserve to live. I met such a man recently. On the outside, seemed like any other hipster. Owned a little coffee shop I went to daily, liked music, college educated, easy to talk to. That is how he trapped me. I felt safe with him. Felt like he really wanted to just be my friend. I get lonely. My husband is long gone, and my son travels a lot with his job. So when David invited me to his place for dinner, I accepted, totally clueless about what was in store for me.

He slipped some sort of roofie in my drink. I woke up bound and gagged in his basement on his work out bench. He was standing over me with an evil smile. I saw on the wall a plethora of torture devices. Now I am rather accustomed to extreme bondage devices, but what I saw looked more like the tools of a serial killer. Knifes, saws, an ice pick, dental and surgical tools, a flame thrower, drills, hammers… All deadly and painful instruments. He grabbed a pair of pliers and held my nose tightly, forcing my mouth open and for no reason other than his sick pleasure, pulled one of my teeth out from the root. He was a true sadist. The pain was excruciating. I could taste the blood. He said, “Now you aren’t so pretty. All pretty women are whores.” I was crying and shaking. He got tired of hearing me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth which made me choke on my own blood.bloody phone sex sadistic torture

The next tool of pain he brought out was a scalpel.  He began making small cuts all over my torso like some Dr. Demento. He sliced my breasts up, made a trail of cuts down my stomach. He then dripped hot wax into my wounds. The wax slowed the bleeding, but the pain was awful. He laughed at my tears. What he pulled out next horrified me. He had a torch flame like welders use.  He told me there was nothing more intoxicating than the smell of burnt flesh and a whore’s tears. He fired it up and aimed it straight for my stomach. He didn’t leave it on long enough to set my whole body on fire, but he did take a layer or two of skin off my belly.  It hurt so much I lost consciousness.

I woke up in my car, back in my clothes. I thought maybe it was just some horrifying dream, but then I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I was missing a tooth. The bloody roots still hanging from where the tooth had been. The pain really hit me. I lifted up my shirt, revealing a charred stomach.  He had cauterized my wounds so I was not bleeding, but it was horrible looking, very raw,  and even worse smelling. I wanted to wretch. I searched for my keys, trying to figure out if I could even drive. I found a note in my purse that said “Tell anyone what happened Blair, and that pretty little face you love so much gets burned.”

There are sadists all around us. Men who take extreme pleasure in hurting and degrading women. You would think by now, I would be better at recognizing them. Are you a sadist in sheep’s clothing? DO you harbor dark desires like David?