Sadly your wife didn’t make it.  Then again when we planned it that was EXACTLY what the intentions were, right?  The dumb cunt whore didn’t even put up much of a fight, weak bitch that she WAS. 

Of course it will be a double funeral.  Though we induced labor the little tike just didn’t make it.  Perhaps your cock splitting her little cunny wide open and shoving it all the way up in belly might have had something to do with that?

Snuff phone sex is an understatement of what I offer.  Twisted and demented and slightly psychotic phone sex with a million pounds of creativity is what you will experience when calling me….

I guide your cock to her little asshole and I whisper in your ear exactly what I want you to do.  “Annihilate her rectum babe, make her scream for me!” 

You certainly didn’t need much more encouragement than that.  I watch as you push in her tiny rosebud and I can literally see the skin ripping as it makes way for your cock.  I can’t help but tease you a bit, squeezing your balls while I encourage you to stop taking it easy on her and just go ahead and slam in balls deep now!  As always you never disappoint me and plow in her little fuck hole with every single inch of your dick. Balls deep and her screams are music to my ears….

Surely you didn’t think when I butchered you that I wasn’t going to find a use for that cock of yours?  All of that hard work of slicing and dicing and bloodying up my tools, I have to be paid! Now the only thing missing is a bun and some mustard. 

Did you think the only thing I liked to do was butcher little brats?  WRONG ANSWER!  My tools like a variety of victims.  If your cock is still hard reading this I have a special place for you right up on my butcher block table. 

I ask myself quite often what it is about snuff, rape & torture that turns me on.   I love the excitement of it, the simple nastiness that it represents.  Is there anything more taboo?  I don’t care who you are or where you came from those three things are considered the ultimate sin.  Unforgivable by most.  The funny thing is that MOST people have had some type of violent fantasy.

So with years of experience under my knife belt I have figured out what it is about it that gets my cunt so wet. Well all of it is pretty fucking hot but there is one thing that turns me on most of all.  It isn’t the blood, though spilling it can be quite fun.  It isn’t even causing pain, though I would say that is probably a close second on the list.  It is not even the finality that death brings.  Fuck its not even about watching you shove your fuckstick in whatever holes you choose.  The one thing that turns me on more than anything else is FEAR.    The fear in their eyes as they realize that one evil bitch has control of the situation.  The trembling of their lips as the fear consumes them.  How they try to get away as I hold their legs open for your cock.  Fear is a delicious flavor to taste on a young cunny.  It has a pungent scent that my nose adores.  FEAR is my #1 favorite thing about being wicked!

      My feet are really deadly weapons.  I have thighs made of steel and a lot of power behind my legs.   When I kick, I am kicking to kill.  My feet are playing for keeps!

       I have always had a penchant for using every object imaginable as weapons.  My own feet are with me at all times though.  I can get a girl down on the ground and use my heels or the ball of my feet and with very little effort completely cave her fucking windpipe in.  Make her suffocate on her own fucking blood.  I will feel her pulse against my toes as she struggles to take her last breath…. 

So I spent all day thinking of how I could possibly write a decent blog about our call last night and I came to the conclusion that I can’t.    We are just both 2 disgustingly nasty fucks and every single thing we talked about in those 25 minutes is illegal in every state and punishable by hanging in most foreign countries.  But that just means our nasty pedo snuff fun pushed the fucking limits, right?

So instead I went hunting for a very special picture for you that I thought you would enjoy.  Its an old one but I am sure you will love the visual.  ……… next call I will give you a fabulous foot job while we make some innocent lil thing suck a donkey dick and die in a fire….   (lmmfao)

She is a latchkey brat, with low self esteem.  Easy to manipulate once I just showed her a tiny bit of attention.  I knew when I first saw her, this one was special.  Usually when I am checking out sweet pretty little morsels like her the only thing on my mind is making her suffer.  With her it was different, I wanted nothing more than to mindfuck her in to doing whatever I wanted her to do.  I knew exactly what that was too, to be a cold hearted killer for me.  I knew before long I would teach lots of tricks to my little protege’ and I would get to mold her in to being exactly who I wanted her to be.

So first thing to do is to get her family out of the way.  Certainly cannot have them trying to corrupt her little mind with normal crap parents like to drum in to their little brats brains.  I could just off them myself but it would be much more fun to make my new little pet do it.  Now just to decide what devious little plot to come up with to get her to “willingly” shove a gun up her daddy’s asshole and pull the trigger……

Its the day after Xmas and I must admit I woke up a bit disappointed.  Most people enjoy family & friends and Peace On Earth and all that other bullshit holiday crap that I could care less about.  Me on the other hand, I wanted to wicked fun on Xmas and sadly all I got was a blender and some earrings as gifts.  Who would have though the day AFTER Xmas would be when the best gift of all would cum?

Fedex pulls up to my door and the driver is loading a box on a dolly cart and I am a bit perplexed of what it could possibly be.  No return label on the box, my interest is certainly piqued.  It takes all I have to get the box in the house off of the porch, jeesh it must weigh over a hundred pounds….  I finally get it in the door and opened up and my ohh my what an interesting piece of teen flesh someone was nice enough to send me.  Taped to her leg is a card and I pull it out and in a very familiar handwriting it says “Roxy, Thought you would enjoy this way more than that leftover turkey sandwhich from Xmas Day”

Fuck!  My cunt starts dripping juices and within seconds my panties are absolutely saturated.  My dear friend Rick sent me the best fucking present a girl could possibly want.  I begin to devise a plan of exactly what I was going to do with this cutie.  I couldn’t help but laugh as her eyes stared up at me pleading with pure fear in them.  I could literally smell her fear, best fucking aroma imaginable. 

First thing I do is set up the cam so I can record this special presents demise.  I pull out every type of tool imaginable and then drag her out of the box and plop her right up on the kitchen table.  Now I know one thing is for certain, I am going to have to save some of her to share with Rick the next time he comes over to visit.  So I pull out the dehydrating appliance after deciding some teen-jerky would be the perfect way for me to share some of my present.  I find the sharpest fileting knife I have in my possession and begin slicing tiny slivers of the back of her thigh off.  Then I flip her over and laugh at her as I see the tears running down her face.  I slice a little off of the side of her small little left titty and I put all of that meat in the dehydrator and turn it on. 

Ok so now I have politely saved some for Rick now its time for the real fun to begin.  I snatch the tape off of her mouth because I want to hear every lovely scream this little cunt whore is gonna make.  I take my filet knife and start out by shoving it blade first right in to her little clitty…..clit-kabob!  The screams alone almost make me squirt right then….  I lean over and I whisper in her ear…. “Dont worry dear, I won’t let you die a virgin………”  I then do the poor dear a favor and yank the knife out of her clit and shove it up her little twat….and to think , some people think I am not very thoughtful…..

This is an Xmas poem one of my favorite callers Rickrick wrote for me and I had to share it all with you!  Be sure to leave me comments if you love it as much as I fucking do!

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the ceiling

A feminine cackle that sent my mind reeling.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Roxy came with a bound.

She was dressed all in leather, from her head to her foot,

And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

Weapons of torture were flung on her back,

And she looked like a burglar, just opening her pack.
Menacing, sexy, an evil young elf, And I shrieked when I saw her, in spite of myself!

A flash of her fangs and a twist of her head, Soon gave me to know I had reason to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, As she pulled out her chainsaw, turned to me with a jerk.

And laying her finger aside of her ear, Exclaimed with a smirk, “Oooh! A volunteer!”

And before I had time to fight back or run,
Roxy?s reign had already begun.
More rapid than eagles her weapons they came, And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! “On cleaver, machete, on dagger, on axe. On sledgehammer, staple gun, bullwhip that cracks.
On crossbow, impaler, on mace spiky ball
Now do not rest. Do your best. Do your best all.”
The little ones were nestled all snug in their beds
While tools of destruction smashed their little heads.
And mom in her kerchief of cotton and fleece
Would find herself severed in more than one piece.
The wrapped toys and clothing placed under the tree
Remained undisturbed all during the spree.
Though, Roxy decided to use the occasion
To grab a necktie for her next home invasion.
Then police sirens halted Roxy?s fun,
And she knew that her evening of mayhem was done.
You could hear her exclaim „ere she drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all and to all a good-night!”

The Evil Christmas!!

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even the mouse.
For they’re all on their beds
All covered in gore
For once again Christmas
Was evil once more!
An axe to the head
And a knife to the throat
A body in the lake
Inside of a boat.
The reindeer on the roof
All covered in blood
And elves all around
Face down in the mud
The tree set ablaze
The presents burned crisp
All the doings
Of evil St. Nick
The stockings were filled
With eyes, guts, and lungs
For this one Christmas
Has just now begun.
The children asleep
With sugarplum dreams
Not hearing a word
Of their parents screams.
‘Ho ho ho! ‘ Said St. Nick
As the ax cleanly sailed
Into the children
As they yelled.
‘You’ve been bad this year.
You get what you deserve.
For you’ve pushed my patience
You’ve got on my last nerves! ‘
‘Why Santa, Wh-’
Was all Bobby said
Before Santa brought
His ax to his head.
He poured gasoline
Through the house with a glare
And set it ablaze
With a glimmering flare.
‘I’ve said it before
And I’ll say it no more
Merry Christmas to all
And to all more gore.
HO HO HO HO! !

Mattew Tinsley