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The Devil Inside

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Welcome to my hell.  You are the devil himself and I am here to service you with my blood, my life, my soul. I would never question you my darling keeper. I am lucky to have been chosen, and I will continue to be your blood hungry slave for eternity. The scratches down my back and across my breasts let all the other slaves know that I have been marked by you. I am the prey you have been seeking and will devour tonight.

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You turn to me and I see the blackness where your eyes should be. I shiver all the way to my bones, and I crave the evil inside your cock juices that only you possess. There is no affection on your face, only pure hatred and darkness. Your desires to eat me bit by bit race through your head as I stare longingly at you, just waiting for you to strike. You bring your claw up to my face, slide your razor sharp claw into my mouth. I go weak with anticipation. Without mercy, you rip my face from mouth to ear. My cheek flaps down, exposing my teeth from the outside.

You slit the other side the same way. My lower jaw is exposed. My white teeth barely visible in all the blood. You grab my head, my exposed jaw hanging helpless, and shove your monster cock into my destroyed mouth. The cock of Satan in my mouth, fucking my throat, as you laugh and send chills through every slave watching. I am so very glad I was a very bad girl and found my way to you, Lucifer. You take my life, and are able to restore it, only to take it again. Fuck my soul, I am yours… That already belonged to you. I want to be your demon slut for eternity.

Crimson Part 2

I always hate actually having to go and get my victims myself… the work it takes to grab them… the planning it takes… the time it takes. With all of the contacts I have one would thing that I would have no problem finding someone… anyone, to grab me a nice little tramp from a club or from a playground, but NO! I had to keep my fantasies and urges under control for 10 months until all the proper planning and stalking had been completed. None the less, here I am with the little brunette whore I picked up walking home from a nightclub with her friend… in the trunk of a modified cab car… with a chloroform soaked towel in her mouth. It’s been too long for me, I can already feel the excitement building between my legs as I park in front of an old, abandoned apartment building. I made sure to park deep in the parking garage under the apartments, it wouldn’t be good to have anyone see me dragging a limp body into an abandoned building after all. She was surprisingly light, and honestly I appreciated anything that made my life a bit easier. As we made our way into my dungeon I removed the towel from the cunt’s mouth and secured her to the hospital gurney in the middle of the cold stone room… tonight was going to be fun…TabooPhoneSexMagenta3

Hogs for a Hog

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Yes, I am a nasty bitch; so don’t think that I’m out to “right wrongs” after you read this.  It just happened; and, I still got the same thrill (okay, maybe more) from the blood and pain that I always do.  There’s a fraternity about a mile away from me; and, on one of my nightly strolls, I saw that it was lit up and loud.  That in itself was not unusual; however, I was curious at all the representations of hogs.  There were plastic hogs stuck in the ground, drawn hogs on banners, and even a mascot at the door.  It wasn’t until I watched who entered that I finally understood: the frat boys were bringing fat chicks back for a dance.  I bet they were competing for who could snag the biggest “hog.”  My malicious mind was already in overdrive.

I returned home for a couple of tools and had a few glasses of wine, enjoying myself…even laughing at my own wit.  I decided to walk back to the fraternity house; after all, I knew the stupid fuckers were incapable of holding their liquor all night.  This time, there were little paper scales littering the yard along with empty bottles and ribbons.  I almost snickered as I entered the house, looking at the stupid boys who had presented themselves to me.  Some were passed out in their own vomit; and, I thought about how they had mocked their dates for being vulnerable!

It was quite easy.  I doused them with a little extra chloroform; after all, they would bleed more because they had drunk so much.  Then, I took my scalpel and got to work.  First, I split the delicate skin of their penises; then, I peeled it back.  I chopped off their dicks, experimenting with scissors and bolt cutters.  The smell of blood finally started overpowering the smell of beer and piss.  After I had taken what had previously been their sausages, I hung them up over the mantle…where pictures of their dates had previously been.  I lined the chucks of flesh in order from largest to smallest.  I figured a few of the boys would live; and, when they saw it, they’d get a kick out of it!

The next day, I waited impatiently by my computer for news.  At first, people were saying that it was a serial killer who couldn’t stomach finishing the job; then, some people blamed feminists.  I don’t consider myself any kind of feminist; but, I will tell you…that shit was fun!

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Castration Phone Sex with Reagan * My Uncle returns

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My Uncle is a scum sucking pitiful hypocrite. Every word that comes out of his mouth is judgmental vomitous piss. I have cleaned more dignified phlegm off of my boots.

Growing up in my family was not filled with happy memories. I am sure I achieved my addiction to sadomasochism due to years of abuse. I learned quickly that love was something I was extremely disinterested in. I will not get into too much detail, but my Uncle hung around us rug-rats way too much. Being the youngest of five, I learned just how to avoid him if I could. He was drunk and on dope a lot. Most days a shower was the last thing on his agenda, and unfortunately his main agenda was to depredate my siblings.

It had been years since his memory contaminated my thoughts, than out of the blue there he was. I was surprised at how much rage I still contained for this piece of shit. He still smelled of piss, but I knew what had to be done. It was time to enjoy looking at his cock for once. I invited him in and let him believe that I loved my sweet old Uncle.

Once I had him downstairs, I bashed his head in when he was bent over to take off his pants. Ha! He thought I wanted his pathetic vomit? During that sweet moment of satisfaction, he moaned like a goddamned pig as I sliced the meat between his balls and cock, and in one swift moment his shame came out of his almost dilapidated dick.. spasm after spasm.. blood and cum.

He thought I was going to stop the bleeding I think, cause he begged me. Funny how the tables turn.

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Crimson Part 1

Crimson. My favorite color. It’s such a sweet and satisfying feeling; coming home from a long night of stalking and playing, covered in the sticky life liquid. The fear in their eyes is just as sweet. The fear is half the fun after all; look in that little cunts eyes as I grab her from the street into a dark alley. She was walking home with her friend, coming home from a nice night at a local club. Neither was drunk, just a bit tipsy… but oh how lovely would the brunettes white tube dress look after it was stained red with her blood and black with my sin. I didn’t even give her time to scream… As soon as I grabbed her I had shoved a towel covered in chloroform in her mouth and forced her into the back a a cab car I had modified. The only door that would open was the driver’s door, all the others had been welded shut. The windows could not be rolled down, and I had made sure that the windows were tinted dark as the night itself. I had my dungeon all set up for us, it is going to be a very fun night…

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Taboo Phone Sex

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Master has been mad at me ever since the whole incident in the grocery last week. He cut my hair and tits so I can’t really go out or get tortured by master for a while. I know that when I do heal master will punish me for taking so long to recover. I have flashback of that almost every night. I remember how the blade sounded cutting my mahogany skin bearing pink flesh.

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 My big tits tear open all over again if I move too quickly making it even more painful than the last time. I rub my cunt with fervor when I feel my skin reopen. It reminds me of when master was near me using me as his pain slut. My blood coving his face and hands making him look even more vicious and powerful than he did the last time. He is the monster under my bed that I love to play with when everyone is asleep. Even as my shirt stains with blood I cum from the thought of having master abusing me again.

Torture phone sex Fun

torture phonesex angieI have been feeling particularly twisted lately and my latest taste of torturous fun is very interesting. It has been keeping my pussy nice and wet for days now. I have lost count of how many victims I have played with over the last few days. I have body parts every where and each time I look at them and remember the screams, the agonizing pain, it makes me cum all over again. What diabolical, evil means of torture have I been implementing you ask? I will tell you….I have been grabbing unsuspecting and random people. I haven’t been particular about age or sex. The only requirement has been that they are alive and lucid. I created a machine in my basement that is crude but does the trick. It has two pieces of wood that are connected to heavy springs. I pull them down and latch them in place. Then I place my victim on them binding their ankles and wrists to the wood. When I pull the lever the spring create a great force, pulling the wood up and apart and ripping the bodies in half. The screams are deafening but brief however they are blood curdling and enough to make me flood my panties with cum. It is the purest erotic sensation ever and I am loving every minute of it. torture phonesex torture

Cannibalism phone sex

torture phonesex karma.JPGFinding quality fresh meat gets harder by the day. I have many creative ways to find meat but the pickings for humans with just the right flesh, just the right age for tenderness and flavor and not on drugs are getting harder and harder to find. I wish there was a human meat market for those of us that enjoy the flavor of human flesh. If you have never tried it you just don’t know what your missing. There are so many ways to prepare it, so many different ways to season and flavor it. I prefer to roast my human on an open spit, slowly turning the body for a nice even golden brown on the skin. Making it nice and crispy and so good for snacking on like chips. My favorite cut is the nice meaty flesh of the inner thigh. Just the right mix of flesh and fat for a flavorful plate full of tender, tasty meat. The arms are wonderful for stew meat and the organs are so delicious, especially the liver and kidney. My favorite organ however is the heart. I love to remove it and feel it beating in my hands before I drop it in a post of seasoning and cook it ever so slowly for a mouth watering treat. I would love to open my very own meat market ans share my love for this fine dining.torture phonesex market

Rape phone sex fantasies Alice ~ do the dirty

I am not a law abiding citizen of America. I say this fully intending to disclose a little secret I’ve been keepin’ about my true self. Maybe I’m not a picture perfect version of the United States’ sweetheart, but I can make you cum harder then anyone has every made you orgasm in your life.

That’s because I know what you really want. The stuff you’re way too scared to tell your wife or girlfriend. The dirty, nasty, sickeningly dark and violating aspects of human life. You want to mess up a slut and fuck your way through an entire all girls Catholic school, don’t you?

Well, I can help you with that. See, I have a thing for babysitting little ones myself. I can get in undetected and let you in through the front door without a hint of suspicion from the neighbors. When we have those young little babies all to ourselves, that’s when the fun begins. You try to keep your hands to yourself, but those pigtails and cute little diapers are too much for you to resist. It’s okay . . . bite into those miniature asses. I won’t tell a soul. That’s because I’m just as twisted as you are, baby . . . even more.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Bianca goin’ dumpster diving…

I’ve never been one for suffocation. I much prefer a more . . . hands-on method. Can’t blame me, really. I’m a sick, twisted slut for feeling of  life leaving another at my hands is just too fucking hot to pass up. So of course I decided to use my talents for the greater good of society. I do that sometimes . . . kill for the benefit of others. Life is too short for selfishness. I went to church today–bet you won’t believe me, but I did. Church of Satan, maybe, but it’s a place of worship nonetheless. Don’t judge me for my beliefs, and I won’t judge you for yours. Because I know your dick is just hard and ready to slam into a little tiny underage twat, now isn’t it? Don’t lie, baby. We both know your P-cock is ripe and begging for a nice, young tight hole to ram and rip apart. Well I found a guy who sliced, diced, and fucked his way through an entire school of girl cunnies. And I found him in an alley, shooting up tar. Track lines down his forearms, a dazed look in his eye . . . you know the type–trash. Well my public service involved taking out the trash with a 9mm pistol. Didn’t shoot him in the head though–that’d be too quick. Instead, I splintered the tendons of his Achilles heel and ripped the rest apart with my teeth. Mmmmmm. Maybe he had a blood infection, though. I’ll have to check myself when I get home. The thought just pissed me off further, so I rammed his head against the dumpster and fucked that dick up. The space inside of that dumpster was his final resting place . . . isn’t that where trash belongs? 😉