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blood for the chosen 1

That shit you’ve heard? It’s true. Sometimes I get a little low. And I never stay that for long . . . you see, I’m rarely ever sober. So when I’m without the effects of my beloved drink and drugs, I live in a perpetual state of wild rage. Anger boils in my heart when that little girl on the park swing looks over at me. I’m just conducting my business, goin’ about my fucking life, and I intercept a happy-go-fucky parade. Oh, just my pissing luck. I fucking hate society, the human race, and anyone with a tacky goddamn smile on their lying face, just begging me to rub it off with the heel of my combat boot. That’s how I was feeling when a little runt bumps into me and spills her snow cone all over my top. I couldn’t let it go, I just couldn’t. I had to slit her throat and watch the blood bubble up from her lungs like gurgling butterflies caught in the net of her esophagus. It was beautiful. I clung to her like a lifeline as I watched the inner strength fade away from her. She was draining her own memories, her own past, losing her future at my hands. My grasp…’round her neck. The blood on my hands was so red and vivid it made me do a double take. I couldn’t believe it. I needed more…so I took it. I lowered my head and began to drink. I licked it up like her fading life energy was my salvation. And when I dropped her motionless, wet body to the pavement below, I realized the ice of the snow cone was stained red, too. I didn’t know if it was the cherry flavoring or the blood I had spilled, but nevertheless, I’d smeared that white beyond repair…

Accomplice phone sex with the Mortician of Souls

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I got called in for an emergency; some old man had died and his wife demanded that he be embalmed and the funeral happen in 24-hours, which is not usual. I laughed and thought that the broad had probably gotten tired of his ass and killed him. Sure enough, when she showed up, she didn’t look like a widow: she had on a tight pink dress that showed her ample and fake cleavage. I overheard her talking about how her husband had left a note that all of this should take place A.S.A.P. because he didn’t want her to suffer through the loss longer than she had to. She had a dyke accompanying her, and I believe that was the real reason for the hurry.

I embalmed the stupid son-of-a-bitch; and, I caught a glimpse of why he died…poisoning. I wasn’t surprised, and I would have just let it go, but I thought of something better. I worked extra-hard and got him prepped in no time; then, I left but re-entered through the back. I had laced her sparkling water and waited for her to approve the body. She walked in and stood in horror; I had propped her deceased husband up, eyes open, and posed in a relaxed state. With the lighting, he looked like he was waiting on her. I jammed a cloth in her mouth before she started screaming; and, then, I laid her on my table. I told my boss that she had left and I returned to my victim, who was completely conscious now.

Happily I traced a pen around her breasts where I’m sure the incisions had been made for her breast augmentation. I carved out the flesh and then played with them in front of her, flicking the nipples. It was the best puppet show as the stupid bitch started to lose consciousness…but not before I slit her pretty little face and held a mirror up for her to see. Her last moments were looking at her own mutilated body and screaming; then, I took a picture of her holding a pair of scissors above her ripped torso. She had, after all, done this to herself! 

I put the breasts in the coffin, under the pillows of the old man; I thought he’d appreciate that gesture. Then, I buried the bitch in an animal graveyard. Poor thing left a note…that she had felt so sad about her husband’s death that she wouldn’t need any of the money and was disappearing to grieve; no one mentioned that the handwriting didn’t look like hers. Hahaha!

Part 2 Fantasy Fullfilled

Accomplice Phone sex with WIllow

Part 2

“I am going to fuck her mouth first.” You say to me.  She starts screaming but the gag over her mouth muffles the sound.  ‘Bite my dick bitch and I’ll make it even worse.” You tell her emphatically as you remove her gag.  She starts screaming you look at me and I back hand the bitch.  She bleeds and I laugh. You straddle her chest slap her face with you big mushroom headed cock.  You slam into her mouth at once. “Fuck yeah bitch take it, your nothing but a filthy whore and I am going to enjoy fucking each of your holes.” Then you begin to grunt with every thrust, grabbing the head board so you can really choke the little cunt.  Her mouth and tight throat feel good on your cock. You pull out enough so that she can give your cocks head the attention it so deserves. Then you climb down her body and feel her you pink pussy and find that she is wet.  A true slut like you wanted.  You don’t bother preparing her little snatch you just thrust your big veined covered cock into that tight little channel of hers.  She screams, begs you to stop. You tell me to sit on her face and make her be quite.  Fuck it is so hot to see you violate this little piece of ass. I straddle her face and make her work my pussy good. Now you have buried your cock in the little whore and as you fuck her wild. You slap my tits which makes me cum so hard.  You tell me good and kiss me violently knocking out teeth together while we dual each other with our tongue.  I smile and tell you not forget about her asshole. She tries to resist but you punch her in the gut. You tell me to untie her legs. Then you dangle her legs over your shoulders and tell me to spank the little whore until she is nice and red.  I get out the paddle and abuse her ass. You tell me enough. Then without any lube only her bloody pussy juice you slam that cocks straight up her rose bud ass hole.  She screams,”NOOOOO not there that hurts so much.”  I laugh at her and tell her, “Shut the fuck up you’re enjoying this!” Then you begin to fuck her as with such force it tears her and you can see the blood come from her ass. You pound her the little cum dumpster so hard the bad and her move back and forth.  “Yeah you slut bag whore take this cock take it up your asshole.” You pant heavily grunting and grinding into her asshole.   “I am going to cum.” You pull out of her ass and straddle her again she trashes around trying to get away from you. You force your cock in her throat and tell her, “Swallow all of my cum and clean this cock well.” You tell me to pinch her nose.  Now she can’t breathe and it excites you even more.  You fuck her mouth even harder then you yell, ”You stupid piece of shit whore swallow!!!” Then you cum in her mouth.  “Good girl”. You tell her and realize she wasn’t screaming or thrashing around in the bed.  She’s dead. You look at me and thank me for all I have done for you.   I tell you it was pleasure I hate stuck up snob bitches.  You leave and I take care of everything else.

Baby Cherries Bye-Bye

I love listening to babies scream! Have you ever broken a baby’s hymen? Well, it’s a lot of fun. I like to stick my fingers in their little diapers and feel around for those tiny cunny slits. When I find that wet baby hole, I make sure to peel apart those miniature pussy lips. So precious, tender, and fragile. So thrilling to fuck up! One of my drug dealers loves playing this game with me. He masturbates into a baby bottle and rubs his cock against the plastic container ’til his screwrod spills cum inside. Then I take the baby bottle filled with the guy’s spermy spud and bring it over to the house I’m babysitting at. When the younger brats are in bed, I spend a lot of time in the nursery. After all, such a small, defenseless baby can’t tell her mommy and daddy that I’m torturing her fuck holes. When the adults are away, the sitter will play! I doooo play. I shake that baby bottle full of adult man semen into that baby’s cunny hole and make sure to do it hard until she cries. I want to impregnate this little whining bitch some day. I know it’s hard to get young baby girls pregnant because they have to be ovulating, but it never hurts to try. Such a tiny little itty-bitty canal–I want to force my entire hand up there and split it apart someday.

STay awAy and don’t come Back

She said she wanted to be my friend. Everywhere I went, the stupid, worthless cunt followed like a poor little puppy dog lost in the world like a maze. When I ditched school for a few days to get high and fuck some dick, floundering in debauchery and soaking up the sin like the Absinthe running through my veins, she sent me some crybaby texts about missing me. How’d the stupid slut get my phone number? I show my true colors–quiet, sinister, seductively deadly–by acting like an lethal monster to everyone I come across. I don’t fucking want them to know me. I don’t want them to fucking like me. I don’t want them to fucking TEXT me. The peckerhead was getting involved where she was not wanted. Almost ruined one of my illicit deals by running her stupid goddamn trap where it did not belong. The wrong place at the wrong time? I don’t believe it. She’d been following me. I found the asswipe whore after school, pushed her against the wall and told her straight-up to FUCK OFF or she’d be in for it. Did she want her little pussy sliced apart and baked into a nutsack pie? I poked her with my sharp nails and scratched them slowly across her skin, prickling the senses and leading her attention astray. “I will fuck you up,” I whispered down to her. “Don’t mess with me.” But the next day, she still hadn’t learned her lesson. I saw her leaving the principal’s office with a guilty look on her face. FEAR. She was scared shitless when she saw me watching her. That’s when I knew what I had to do. I waited to get her alone, and jumped her. I wrapped a nylon cord around her throat and choked the bitch until her skin was completely indented with my malicious intent. I pulled it taut and watched her struggling cease. At first she batted at my hands and groaned, kicking, trying to escape. Screams filtered from the corner of her mouth. She managed to hit me in the side of the head. I smacked her against the wall and tightened the cord further. It wasn’t until I’d heard that distinctive SNAP! that I stopped tugging and tied the knot on the noose. Precious. I tied it up to the hook on the ceiling and walked away, brushing my hands on my sullied jeans as I left. She’s gonna look fucking great there, hanging like the shitscared baby ass motherfucker she is. In the meantime while I wait for them to discover her depressing suicide . . . I deserve a cocksucking serial number for all the sluts I’ve killed.

catch this, you’re infected

Words race through me like fucking crazy. Dickfucking, assfucking, wild insane thoughts. Most people would be horrified with just one peek into my crazy mind. Evil is my possession and I am its tool…

Shut your mouth

I’ll cut your tongue,

sew your lips shut,

put plastic wrap over your nose

INFLATE

your lungs…

getting big as you struggle, try to get air

You’re suffocating!

His dick is hard, his dick is hard! Gonna put it inside

don’t cry…

cut a hole

right over your mouth

SUCK HIS COCK, SUCK IT!!

Still can’t breathe

Now you’re choking on his semen

it’s spewing out and drowning you

in white yummy cum

eat it. lick it. taste the spud.

Want some more/I’ll give you mine.

Slain SIN makes funny things

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I want to stick my finger in your pussy

tear it apart

Now I’ve got a crazy picture in my head, of you in bed. You’re not moving and I’ve blown a hole in your head. I did it with a firecracker, put it in your mouth, lit the fuse.

WOAH.

The fire started in your pussy! Now it’s gonna explooddeee.

Hostel

Accomplice Phone Sex Reagan

I saw the ad for the “Elite Hunting Company” a few months ago. It was on one of the websites I frequent and they finally had an opening for a new client to live out their fantasies with no fear of authorities. No cleaning up messes, and they bring the meat to you! I signed up but had given up hope that I got chosen. Then, I got the call a few days ago, and immediately made arrangements to leave town. I had waited a long time, and now it was finally time to play.

Accomplice Phone Sex ReaganThe cab pulled up to the seemingly abandoned building, and almost immediately I felt that calm that I long for. That certain peace that only screams and blood can bring. I quickly got my things out of the car, and looked the building over. I had never seen something so perfect.

I was greeted inside by a very tall man wearing a rubber apron, and if I didn’t know what was waiting for me I would be quite scared. He showed me to my work area and to my pleasant surprise, she was already there chained to a chair in the middle of the room. My blood immediately started pumping and I got to work right away.

She had a cloth bag over her head and she seemed to be passed out. I grabbed the chains and hooked them up to the wheel in the center of the room. I cranked slowly and as she started to lift off the chair by her feet she came too and started to struggle. I had to smile to myself. This was going to the best vacation ever.

Accomplice Phone Sex Reagan

malum medicum

If you’ve ever seen the bone chilling German horror film Anatomie (2000), you know just how fun playing Doctor can be. I was so inspired by this cinematic masterpiece, I decided to fuck up a bitch to honor it. For the surgical suture I had planned, my thread was chosen carefully. Black, strong, medical-grade sewing thread. I was going to disinfect it but decided against it. Dipping it in alcohol would prevent infection during a real surgery…but this was just an innocent game…make-believe play.

I belted my torture pet in and strapped her to the gurney while the chloroform was still swimming in her nostrils. The girl was precious: raven black hair, long and braided evenly on both sides. Unmarred, tanned skin without markings or blemishes. I couldn’t wait to spill her blood and ruin her holes as an outlet for my never-ending rage. I wanted to split her very being open and pull out her organs, fondle her heart & twist her own digestive track around her neck like a pretty little scarf. Take her apart from the inside out and sew her back up again.

She was naked, bared to my sight and exposed before me. A puff of black pubic hair between her legs. Delicate, pinkish nipples and soft skin everywhere. Stretched out, spread eagle, I fingered her limbs and cackled with glee. So happy to be ruining such a beautiful creation of God’s. While I loath them entirely, I do enjoy destroying them. My hand reached for a scalpel and pressed into her sensitive flesh as I sliced through her left tit. Such a glorious spillage of fat globules and an interesting pool of a substance I can only liken to phlegm gushed out. I leant down and lapped it up like a starved animal. Tasting my victims is my favorite part of the job. She began to stir and I knew that she was waking up. Perfect. My wolfish grin was dangerous and sharp as I stared down at her. She began to moan softly as the pain hit her–that pain she’d escaped while unconscious. “Hello,” I greeted her capriciously as she blinked awake. “The two of us are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Sadistic phone sex Jez

I hate college towns, but they’re good for one thing: football games. No, of course, I don’t love the game. But between the drinking and crowds, it’s a paradise for a sadistic whore like me! So many ages, shapes and sizes, races, and degrees of stupidity. I was feeling particularly wicked and wanted a nice, fresh face…someone who was pretty that I could mar. She was easy to spot; she had people gathered around her; and, since she was so popular, it was going to be a challenge to get her alone. But I was up for it! I waited patiently until she stumbled to the bathroom alone.

I walked up behind her, pressed a knife in her back, and said, “If you want to live, you will do exactly what I say.” She smelled of beer and perfume. I took her back to an empty high school gym, where I had set up my toys. I tied her up and made her watch videos of prom queens and beauty pageants…as I sliced her face. I left the rest of her body alone; I just wanted to scar her face, watch the blood leak from what everyone admired. She cried, “My face…” and I chuckled, reminding her that she would never again look like the beautiful girls on the screen. I let her live but kept tabs on her as she suffered with deep depression.

One night, I left her a note that told me to meet me up on the roof of a campus building; I signed it with some of her blood that I had kept. Of course she came. I told her that she didn’t have anything worth living for and that her eyes even looked dead. I noticed cuts on her arms that I had never given her and smiled. “Why don’t you just end it?” I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of pushing her. I whispered evil musings in her ear, the same ones that I had told her on our first night together. Blankly, she stepped off, screamed only for a second, and made a sound like a cantaloupe on the pavement. It was one of the most beautiful sights that I had seen in a while.

Dreams of the living dead

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I was startled awake by a wonderful dream that I didn’t want to end; I’m sure some people would’ve called it “ghoulish.” My youngest sister, who’d died when she was little, was walking around…maturing as a teen but still decomposing. She took my hand and walked through various graveyards, showing me which ones were her victims and how she mutilated them. Then, she took me to the park, where she found a set of twins on a seesaw; she went over and talked to them and they followed her. I admired her choice in victims and watched smugly as my little sister led them to an abandoned factory building. It looked like she had spent years accumulating different torture devices, some that were antique and I would’ve loved to have! She allowed me to choose one of the twins and then the fun began. We took turns torturing our innocents, as if we were playing a board game. We laughed as we slung bats with spikes in the girls’ legs, tore at the girl’s flesh with our teeth, and gouged out their eyes. We were having so much fun that we were delaying their deaths; but, of course, we couldn’t resist for too long. She strangled hers, pressing her hands tightly around the small larynx until it was crushed. I always prefer the bloodier route: I cut her in half, from head to torso. I thought it was fitting to make her a twin of herself as if in some sort of twisted irony. We sat in the pool of blood and held hands…and I finally knew that she had never left me!