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Mutilation Phone Sex

mutilation phonesex karmaThey were so cute in their matching dresses. Hair done the same. Matching shoes. Even the make up was matching. She was skipping beside her mommy with out a care in the world. She looked like she could be on TV commercials or something and her mother had the same model/actress look. As soon as I saw them I knew I wanted to mutilate them. I had to have them and we all know that where there is evil lust, there is a way. I always get what I want and I never give up until I do. Following them into the cafe and sitting close enough to hear their mindless chatter and intensive giggling, I fingered the bottle in my pocket of “knock the bitch out” pills. I couldn’t wait to make my move. They ordered two cold lemonades and two tuna sandwiches with fries. As soon as they were done they got up to go to the wash room to wash their hands. Perfect timing. Taking two pills out of the bottle and cupping them in my hand I waited for the server to bring them. I got up and walked by the table on my way to the wash room and dropped them in unnoticed. I even chit chatted with them before they went back to their table about how adorable they looked, blah blah, blah. It seemed like forever before they finished lunch but as soon as they stood up they were noticeably unsteady. Being the Good Samaritan that I am I offer my assistance and took them straight home. Their eyes were wide with fear as I undressed them, but they were to weak to fight. Making mommy watch her little girl get fucked up was going to be so much fun. She kept turning her head, not wanting to watch. Well, well, well I couldn’t have that now could I? So I just cut her fucking eyelids off so she had to look. I would pop those eyeballs out later and let her girl play in the sockets…..mmmm fun!

Evil Phone Sex With A New Friend

evil phonesex angieI just met the most wicked, twisted and evil man ever. My nipples are hard as rocks and cum is dripping down the inside of my thighs at an alarming rate. I can’t stop the fire burning in my veins and the arousal that he has stirred inside me. I spent the afternoon learning of his glorious torture methods and his wicked ways. I have never met anyone that has a larger body part collection then I do. He loves breasts. He has every size, shape and color. All floating in jars of formaldehyde. Dancing gracefully in the liquid when I picked them up to get a closer look. Then he took me to his latest victim. A beautiful young thing with long blonde hair. He showed me the hook that he inserts into the base of the spine, paralyzing his girls so they can’t run, but can still feel every minute of his torture. Like me he loves hearing them cry and beg and taking them to the disconnect state when they have that glassy look in their eyes.He showed me how he loves to mutilate the breast and examine the breast tissue inside and how he loves the feel of his cock inside the breast fucking it and feeling the warm soft tissue. I like his style of titty fucking for sure! He showed me how he has learned to remove the whole vagina, uterus and all, in tact to keep for ever. I could have stayed there for ever just watching all his methods. But alas a body can only take so much before it expires and needs to be replaced.

I am God

It’s hypnotic. That moment right before you attack. That single glorious moment before you take another persons life. I’ve heard that it’s different for each person; that some people hear god speaking to them or some other voice, that some hear white noise, and other hear their own heartbeat above anything else… but me? No. All I hear is whatever music is playing the the background. It’s like I just zone out and nothing is around me. It’s like I’m stuck in a single moment of time. The little whore wouldn’t stop screaming when I sliced my hand scythe into her neck and drug it all the way down into her stomach. It was over in a just a second, but that second felt like a glorious eternity when I was the absolute power. I had control over how this little whore would die. I could decide that last thing she saw, smelled, tasted, heard and felt. I am God in that moment. TabooPhoneSexMagenta

Piss Angel

Sadistic Phone Sex Reagan

He used to bring me such happiness, as most boyfriends do. Not many things other than hunting bring me joy. And I have known him all my life. He was my last reminder of the lighter side of life. I actually enjoyed life when I was with him. But that was over now. I was foolish to think I could stand in darkness and light, I had to end it. I must eliminate my enemy.

I watch from across the street, sitting silently in a bed of rotting flowers that are waiting patiently for the morning sun. The sky is a dark gray, clouds have sealed off the earth from god’s eyes. Streetlights.. one by one flicker and die. I smile to myself as I watch silently into his window.. his silhouette is joined by another, slowly pissing me off that they continue to breathe. I look over at my bag, inside are the tools I will need to bring this night to a close. Bolt cutters, splashed with congealed blood and bits of bone, perfect for removing digits. My switchblade, small and sharp, perfect for silencing voices. And tonight I will use my gun, each bullet with his name on it… carved carefully.

I decided what I wanted just then. To stand over both of them, and watch them. Breathless, bloodied.. eye sockets dry and empty. Mouth agape, tongue swollen.. scratches and chunks out of the skin. Seeing your silent screams paused in the sky. So beautiful, like a bird flying in circles. I want to reach out and take it.. put your scream in my pocket covered in blood. It will be a meal for later. I am hungry to end it, and end it now.

I started to sing to myself

I see you headless with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible
So unknown
A coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth

**Song cited : Piss Angel by Pig Destroyer**

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Caught in the Act

They say that the eyes are the window into the soul, but what if the eyes are completely black? I didn’t mean to make my daddy so angry, I really didn’t. It all happened so fast, first he was yelling and then I was yelling and the next thing i know his hands were wrapped around my throat and they were squeezing…hard. All I could see were my daddy’s eyes.  They were as black as midnight. He had caught me touching myself with a belt wrapped around my neck. As scarred as my daddy was making me, all I could think about was the way his fingers were working inside my dripping pussy. The combination of his rough fingers and his tight grip on my throat made me feel like I would explode at any moment! I was so scared, my daddy was squeezing my neck so hard I couldn’t breathe and then all at once stars exploded in my eyes and it was over. My daddy looked angry still, but he looked more disgusted than anything…he left my room without saying a thing.

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Gothic Phone Sex with Venus: My First Taste for Blood

gothic phone sex knife tortureI’m not normally the type of girl that goes to clubs or parties. I am actually a bit of a loner because most people annoy the shit out of me. But, this girl I worked with convinced me to try a new a new Goth bar called Underworlds a few years ago. That night, that club, changed my life. The club was supposedly different from all the others in the town. It catered to the Goth crowd; more specifically the vampire obsessed subculture. I was not necessary into that, but it sounded cool; different from typical meat market crap. When I arrived, Jessie was waiting for me. When she saw me she couldn’t believe my outfit. I had on a black mini vinyl skirt, red and black plaid button up top, and fishnet tights with knee high military style lace up boots. Black lipstick. Part Goth, part Steampunk.

gothic phone sex vampire lesbian“Did you  think I would wear jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied.  At that point in time I was a tomboy. She told me I looked hot as a Goth, but no way was I as hot as her. She was gorgeous. Tall, long red hair, pale skin, legs that never ended….She had the body for her sexy little fishnet outfit that was for sure. I went to the end of the line, but Jessie said,  “No I’m a member so all I have to do is show my card we are in. Everything is on me tonight.” Once inside Jessie eyed this girl wearing a PVC black leather mini dress with black leather pumps with studs on them, torn black stockings with jet black hair. Jessie took her hand and led her to a private room with all these couches. I got to tag along. I was excited. Had no idea what I was about to witness. This room had a private bar, and the bartender obviously knew Jessie and asked if she wanted her usual. She indicated yes and he brought out a big bottle of red wine with 3 glasses. Jessie paid $300 for that bottle. I’d never had wine in a bottle, let alone wine that expensive.

Jessie grabbed my hand and had me sit in a big velvet red chair, while she laid her friend on a matching chaise type chair. Jessie inquired as to how I liked the club thus far. I shared that it was really different, but I loved the crowd and the creepy hymn type music being played over the speakers. Jessie poured us each a glass of this expensive ass wine and we toasted to new experiences and broadening our horizons. We all took a sip. The wine was thick, sweet, not like wine I had ever had before, but it was yummy. Suddenly, I realized no one else but us three in the room. I asked where everyone else went, and Jessie said a private room, where we were about to head also.

I was getting oddly intoxicated fast on this scrumptious wine. The three of us walked down a dark corridor, passed other rooms. I could hear screams, moans past every door. I thought, I am at a sex club. Jessie and the girl she had picked up seemed to know their way around, even in the dim lighting. I started to get wobbly, and Jessie helped me into one of the rooms. They seemed to both have a higher tolerance for the wine than I did. We got in the room which was pitch black. I stumbled and must have passed out. Next thing I realize, I wake up and Jessie has her gal pal hanging upside down by her feet from some rafter, butt naked with a ball gag in her mouth and a spreader attached to her feet. Jessie then bit her companion on the neck hard. And while blood tricked out her neck, over her breasts, Jessie started to lick up the blood. She motioned me to come over and instructed me to bite her victim too and taste that blood. I was scared at first, but I was getting turned on. I love blood. Never tasted it, but I love to cut people and watch the blood run out of them.

gothic phone sex evil bloodAs soon as I sunk my teeth into her flesh, I realized I had tasted this before. It was the bottled wine that Jessie purchased. I had been drinking this girl’s blood all night and enjoying it. I was really turned on now. As I continued to drink her crimson nectar, Jessie got on a tall stool and buried her face between her legs. I thought she was going to eat her pussy, but instead she bit that major vein in her inner thigh and we both drank her blood. I was new to drinking blood and went a little deep. Blood was spurting everywhere, like when I cut a jugular. I looked at Jessie for advice, but she was covered in blood and masturbating. I continued to drink the blood as it was so intoxicating and started to rub my pussy too. Before long I realized this girl was losing too much blood. Her skin getting paler, her breathing shallow and skin cold to the touch. I think we had damn near killed her, drained her.

gothic phone sex vampire bloodI asked Jessie what to do. I was half panicked, half aroused. Well, more aroused. I had certainly cut  a few folks at that point in my life, but never anyone who didn’t deserve it. I had no issue with this chick. Jessie said it was okay. We could drain her dry if we wanted because she paid to die. WTF? Paid to die? If she wanted to die, she could have paid me for the honor lol. Jessie explained to me that this club was highly exclusive and the subs and the domes paid good money for an anything goes evening. Well, I had no problem draining her now. She was a stupid cunt. Neither Jessie nor I could drink anymore, so I got out my knife, made a few incisions and we laid naked underneath her as the blood flowed out of her body and onto ours. When we were both covered in hot, sweet, sticky nectar, Jessie got out her doubled headed dildo and we fucked our brains out, coming wildly with blood all over us. My first lesbian experience too. That night was interesting to say the least. My first taste of blood, my first Goth bar, my first taste of pussy, my first death….. None of which would be my last.

I ended up returning to that bar often with Jessie. I now embrace the Goth life. I embrace drinking blood. I embrace the natural born killer in me. I am the perfect accomplice. I am the perfect deviant.

this little light of mine…

I like to hang out in houses that aren’t exactly finished. Some say it’s because I’m ’emo.’ Others give me frightened glances and then quickly lower their eyelids before my own shoot back. They think I don’t hear their whispers in the halls, catch their fearful expressions when I walk past; but I always do. The other day I was in my room, peeling the corner of a NIN poster back, and realized I was feeling a little chilly . . . and no, before you say it, it wasn’t just my cold heart. I needed some heat, a little excitement, a risk–and of course, a prize. So I slipped on my loafers and wandered into Northhaven–the quaint little subdivision being built a few miles down the road from me.

And there it was…a two-story McMansion under construction before me, with raindrop-splattered tarps and a material-strewn front lawn. I snickered to myself; this was just too easy. Crawling up onto a bulldozer on the left side of the house, I wiggled my way in through the open window. Brushing myself off, I surveyed my surroundings. It wasn’t long before I heard the voices of the very young little ones whom I’d overhead planning a trip here earlier that day. I cackled to myself and strode across the wooden planks of the upstairs bedroom, careful to avoid the unfinished sections of the house with exposed beams.

Following the giggles, I walked to the utmost back room and hide behind the large stone fireplace obstructing me from their view. I peeked out slowly and . . .

There they were: my prizes. Two of ’em–a little boy and his bitch, drinking vodka procured from their parents’ liquor cabinet, no doubt. I stood there silently for awhile and watched them pass the bitter drink back and forth between each other. Their faces twisted into grimaces as the burning heat flooded down their throats each into the pit of their stomachs. And my hands were struck with a sudden and distinct urge to rub together greedily.

Play time . . .

Baby, I’ll tell you all about what kinds of horrible things I made these two little songbirds do to one another with their pants off. Alice gave them a nice taste of what grown-up fun feels like . . . and then she added in some of her own sickness. Sitting on their faces, pissing down their throats. I stripped that little virgin bitch’s dignity and innocence away with her little boyfriend’s erect cock, and he wanted to cum inside of that cunt so bad, I bet he would’ve thanked me if I hadn’t had my fist rammed down his throat. When I was done with my game and the sky was growing dark outside . . . I stepped over the broken glass of the once-solid vodka bottle. Grabbing it along with my shoes, I strode back out the window, pouring liquid all the way.

. . . A bright orange spark flaring–I dropped the match. Flames. And then I walked away and left the dying screams behind me.

Victim Turned into Evil Phone Sex Accomplice

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Daddy doesn’t take too kindly to disrespect. The other day daddy found out two of his most trusted soldiers were skimming money off the top of his operations. He kept quiet about it but voiced his frustrations on me and to me when we had alone time. He would fuck me roughly, slapping me in the face and yelling about how much of a dirty bitch I was. After he was finish abusing me he let me stay in his bed, something very unusual for me. He would then say how loyalty is hard to come by and he couldn’t believe he was betrayed like that. He asked my opinion on  what to do and being the distraught locked up victim I am I just told him what I would do if I ever had the chance to seek revenge on my sorry excuse of a husband. 

I would beat him senseless, taking all my anger out on his face, and body leaving his dick and balls for last. I would  give him that drug where you can’t move a muscle but you can still feel everything. Then cut his precious manhood off. Not only would I do that but I would put them in a blender with cut up glass and maybe a finger and some toes. Make him watch me blend together a sweet smoothie for him to drink. And since daddy has two dishonest soldiers well, more smoothies for the both of them.

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Daddy appreciated my evil mind. I even assisted him in making these smoothies for his victims to drink. After they drank it, he gang raped them until they both were near death. I sat there and looked at them and vowed never to be disloyal. Even when the beatings are unbearable, This slave is here to stay. 

Legitimate Bloody Mary

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The holidays are always a wonderful time for kidnapping!  I took cues from a friend and got a group to stake out one of the old country roads around here.  We had our great binoculars and were lying in wait for that one perfect meal…that one chubby girl who was going to unexpectedly have car trouble (courtesy of us).  I was on the spying team; and, I knew it was her as soon as I saw the car.  It was new; she had to be Daddy’s little girl; yep, not a scratch on the paint.  And, there she was, listening to her booming music; our good fortune was already evident…she wasn’t on her cell phone.  I radioed up the road; and, they threw down spikes. 

I was eager to see if it worked; so, I ran up the street and the girl was in shock.  Certainly, she’d never had a flat tire; they didn’t exist in her world.  After being paralyzed, she got out of the car and looked around it until she found the source of the problem.  She could see me as I neared her; and, she looked relieved.  Of course, my sole reason must be to help her!  I had to laugh at her…  She started asking me for help; and, I told her that I actually was stranded, too.  She was happy to have someone to bitch to…but unclear why I wasn’t sent there to be her savior. 

I told her to hand me her phone, that I’d call someone.  She happily obliged, glad that I was finally taking responsibility for her situation.  Then, my three friends emerged from the trees and brush; it was quite easy to subdue her.  I turned off the GPS on her phone; I decided to dispose of it later…I wanted to look through her pictures as she cooked and maybe ask questions.

At home, we were able to set her up in the oven (it was too hot to cook outdoors); and, I began talking with her about the pictures on her phone, her major in college, how she hated her sister (because the sister “got everything she wanted!”).  It was humorous; and, I felt cheated when one of my friends came up to her and sliced off her arm.  I asked what he was doing, to which he replied that he was making Bloody Mary drinks.  He winked and said, “The legit kind.”  I looked back at the girl; she was already dead from smoke inhalation; I looked at her driver’s license; her name was Martha, not Mary.  I shrugged; well, the name was close enough; and, I wondered how she would taste with vodka.

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Killer Phone Sex Slut Ivy

killer phone sex ivyIt all happened so fast. Dave called me over when his wife left, as usual. He bitched about her and how she didn’t want to give him any pussy and blah blah blah. I told him he should just let me snuff the uppity bitch. Her pussy can always be replaced. Of course he loved the idea but was too chicken to go through with it. We went along with our night, Dave said wifey shouldn’t be coming home until late, which gave me a brilliant idea. I slipped something in Dave’s drink for the night. It would leave him awake long enough for me to fuck him real good and make it seem like the sex knocked him out. 

After he was out for the night, I grabbed his phone and text his wife that she needed to come home. I knew it would take a few hours but like I expected she arrived around 2am. I greeted her and told her not to worry. I put it on you so good you were knocked out and she shouldn’t bother you. Of course she was livid but no one is as evil as I can be so her anger was happy thoughts to me. She met me upstairs and tried to put her finger in my face and called me all kinds of bitches and sluts and whores. I laughed. Maybe if you were fucking Dave like his personal slut or whore then you wouldn’t have to worry about other bitches creeping in your marriage. Dumb Bitches… 

She charged towards me but it was already to late, somehow she tripped and fell over the balcony.. hahaha yea we will stick to that story. 

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And well Dave couldn’t call the police. How would he explain he was having an affair. It would have looked like a set up right? We basically made her disappear…. my specialty. After a long day we went home and I fucked him until he was knocked out all over again. This time without the drugs.