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Our thanksgiving is special

taboo phone sexOur thanksgiving day celebration around here is very different than most. We don’t eat turkey we eat young girls instead. I get a very young girl, a healthy one with no drugs in her system and I plump her up for a few weeks. Then we shave her and clean her and rub her with oils and spices and pop her into the oven. The real fun is watching her slowly die in the oven as we slow roast her, the girl always starts off screaming and trying to get out but she is all tied up and completely helpless so all she can really do is lay there and suffer. Eventually she dies and starts to get fall off the bone tender while the skin gets nice and crispy. That’s when we finally pull her out and get to eating. Eating girlmeat is an acquired taste only for the most twisted people, do you think it’s something you would enjoy?

Snuff Porn Captive

snuff pornHe told me I was his snuff porn doll. I knew he meant it too. I was chained up in his bedroom. I was there for several days. I owed him money from a bad debt, and he was collecting with a pound of flesh. My flesh. He said I was too pretty to fuck, so he beat me black, blue, and purple. I hate when men hit my face. Most guys don’t want the bruises they give me to show. Most men don’t want to ruin my face. My face and my tits are what make money. He was not most men. He was a sadistic man, a heavy misogynist, and a violent man. I would be lucky to survive him. I almost didn’t, however. He punched me so hard in the face, I tasted blood. He laughed as I cried. I tried to fight back the tears, but he was making me ugly with his fist. He took turns between fucking and hitting me.  The harder he hit me, the more he fucked me. Punching me made him horny or perhaps it was my crying. It didn’t matter, I was being abused and he was amused. I was saved by the bell. Literally, saved by the doorbell. His wife came home early from her trip, wondered why the door was deadbolted. She unwittingly saved my life. He forced me out the window and down the fire escape. I guess I need to be cognizant of who I owe money too.

Fuck Thanksgiving turkey

snuff phone sexThanksgiving is such a fucking joke. All of that family BS. All of that festivity and fake cheer. When all family really wants to do is get drunk and fuck each other. I remember growing up, I had this older pervy cousin who used to try to get in my panties. After all of the adults got drunk, I went outside and he followed me. It was dark. I headed for the woods that were so familiar to me. He was angry, crashing through the brush, calling me a tease and a whore. He didn’t know that my place was booby trapped. I had been practicing dark magic since I was young. I had some sacrificial hens in a cage out there and some rabbits. I heard him scream as he stepped into a noose trap that jerked him upside down. I had him now. He would be my first human torture. I grabbed a chicken and headed his way. He was already crying and begging when I got there. My evil side came out. I cut the chickens head off in front of his face, as she spurted blood all over him, twitching as her life blood drained. He thought he was going to get some pussy, thought he’d take it by force. My rage boiled. I gave him a little fowl for thanksgiving instead. I punched him in the face, forcing him to open his mouth. I shoved the bird’s neck down his throat, throat fucking him with the bloody carnage. Saliva and blood poured down his face. Don’t mess with wicked little girls who love to play alone in the woods. He never touched me again. You ready to be my next victim or do you have someone special in mind? Happy “Fuck-a-bird Day.”

Blasphemy Sex

blasphemy sexI am a blasphemy sex bitch. I don’t believe in God so why the fuck would I care if I took his name in vain? I do more than just curse the entity so many stupid fucks think is their salvation. God is the biggest myth out there. The oldest one too. Churches just perpetuate the myth to rob people of their money. I have a partner in crime when it comes to the desecration of holy vessels. We busted into a church last night and had a little party. We picked one of those mega churches. It is bullshit. Preachers and church officials living high on the hog, while their congregation is poor, giving their last pennies to the bullshit church. My friend and I did things only Satan would approve of. We pissed in the baptismal chamber. He shit on the Bibles. I fucked my cunt with crosses. We ransacked the place. We vandalized the walls with things like Hail Satan and 666 Rules. We left porn pictures all over the place too. Pictures of young girls getting sodomized by horny beasts. I love blasphemy phone sex. It gets my cunt wet to destroy something the stupid masses find holy. Fuck God. Fuck Jesus. Fuck the church. Hail Satan.

Thankful for Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexDomination phone sex for the holidays? Is that what you are grateful for this year? My stepson is never grateful for me. I am the devil in his eyes. I am just the ginger whore who stole his father from his mother. I try to be nice to him. I have been nothing but good to the boy. Doesn’t matter. I will always be the red-headed slut who broke up his family. His father is out of town for a few days. Ever since he left, my stepson has been holding me captive in the basement. I got no food or water for three days. I was blindfolded, strapped up to the rafters and beaten. I had to piss on the floor. Shit too. He whipped me, punched me, fucked me too. I was passed out sometimes from dehydration and exhaustion. That didn’t stop the ass rape porn. My stepson abuses me almost to the point of killing me, but he stops himself because he knows his dad would kill him. I don’t tell my husband about his stepson’s abuse because I have come between them enough. I just take the beating and force fucking like a good little whore.

Fantasy Phone Sex Murdering A Whore

You call the fantasy phone sex lines because there is that deep dark murder fantasy you can’t keep off your mind. I bet you will be fucking some random bitch and the images and feelings flash through that brain of yours and all you need to do to get off is to feel the bitch die with your dick in her. You want to smother some dumb cunt and not have to have her looking at you as you pound yourself into orgasm in one of her used up fuck holes. I’m still tight daddy and I know that dark fantasy of yours will make me nothing more than fertilizer for the garden. I’m the one that you come to and need to hurt because I’m such a sexy cunt.

Fantasy phone sex

We killed a junkie whore

taboo phone sexWe killed a junkie whore last night and I loved it. This stupid bitch named Billie Joe was out selling her fuck holes for meth so I stopped her and told her she could come back to my place and get comfortable for a while. I dated her brother so she trusted me, hell she thought we were friends even tho I can’t stand her stupid junkie ass. She’s nothing but a liar and a thief and I can’t stand that shit. Anyway, we tied that whore up and waited until she was sober enough to feel everything we did to her. Then we cut her, forced fucked her, split her in two, it was glorious. She screamed and cried the whole time asking me how I could do this to her and begging us to let her go but we just continued to torture her stupid ass until she was finally dead. Honestly that is what we should do with all junkie whores like that, they are worthless drains on us all.

Violent Phone Sex Memories

violent phone sexI am no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Men have been hurting me all my life. My caller last night wanted me to go back into my past to talk about my daddy issues. He wanted to hear about painful memories. I am a submissive slut, so I sucked up my personal pain to tell my caller what he wanted. One of my earliest memories of my father was not long after my mother left us for another man. Daddy had some friends over. They were drinking and playing poker. I had gone to bed. I woke up when I heard my bedroom door bust open. Daddy and his friends came into my room. I could smell the whiskey on their breath. I was scared. Even at that young of an age, I knew a bunch of grown men standing around my bed was not a good thing.  I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I asked daddy what was going on. He ripped my clothes off, shoved a washcloth in my mouth and invited his friends to fuck me. I now know it was a gangbang rape porn. I cried, screamed and fought as drunk old men pushed their cocks into my tiny pussy. It seemed like it went on for hours. It probably did. When they left, I was messy. Their cum was oozing out of me, along with lots of blood. I was so sore. I tried to pee, and it burned. I washed myself up, changed my sheets and cried in bed all alone. From that day on, I was just daddy’s fucking whore. It was the night that began my life as daddy’s little subby bitch. I may have left my father, but I am still a subby bitch. Just now, I like being used by groups of men.

Darkness falls on the swamp

accomplice phone sexIt’s dark out tonight without even a glimpse of the moon through the fog. The perfect night for hunting in the swamps. Teenagers come to fuck in the darkness. They don’t notice that I’m right here, watching them, and waiting. It’s so easy. Wait until the little fucker is busting a nut in his whore. Grab the car door and they are mine. Unless the guy is worthy, he just becomes gator food. If he screams like a BITCH. Then I feed him to them alive. I keep the pretty little whores. All soft and smelling like a cum dumpster, she will amuse me for hours. Tonight, I have a special male friend waiting for her. He has a craving for flesh. Nothing better than a Louisiana BBQ. Rub her with oil and throw on some Cajun seasoning. My pussy drools just thinking about it. Care to join me on a little hunting trip tonight? I have a craving for some fresh meat.

Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexI love being an accomplice phone sex partner. Guys want me too as their partner because I have no limits. I lack empathy or remorse, which makes me the perfect killing and kidnapping machine. This guy I know is a big wig in the sex trade. He contracts with me occasionally to procure him some young talent. He pays well, so I don’t mind freelancing as a sex trader. I went to Chuck E Cheese and took twin girls. They were not being watched properly. Their babysitter was flirting with a young guy and her charges wandered off and found some danger. I drugged them once at my car then drove them straight to their new life of hell. My friend was extremely impressed. These twin girls were so young, he could get double the normal price. Plus, they were little white girls in pristine condition. Princesses, not illegal or ethnic ghetto trash. Most of the girls he deals with are illegal brats smuggled into the US that no one will miss or the white trash brats of strippers and whores or junkies. These angels were like the fuck trophies of the Hollywood elite. He planned to auction off their virginity to the highest bidder first, then sell them to who ever paid the most to have them. I knew these girls’ lives were about to forever change from one of privilege to one of fear and fucking. But that is not my worry. I got paid. Plus, I hate little brats.