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A Sadistic Bitch’s BBQ

 

Sadistic Phone Sex
Do you want to know what my greatest fantasy is? I need a partner to help me act out this sadistic phone sex fantasy! I want to skin a young woman alive, cut chunks from her flesh, and feed it to her raw. I’m a sick bitch, and her screams would only make my cunt drip like crazy. Nothing gets me wetter than the smell of fear and fresh blood off of some goody two shoes Karen looking cunt.
We’ll peel away the skin from her fingers and toes, spraying them with gasoline to purify her fucking wounds. I’ll unwrap her feet, her calves, her thighs. Her arms next, and then her back and stomach. I’ll leave her face for last. When she’s been flayed properly, and doused in gasoline, I want to cut from her legs, feed them to her bite by bite. I can avoid her major arteries and organs, so she’s awake and alive through the entire ordeal.
When I’m tired of the cunt, and I want my partner to fuck my brains out, I’ll just light a match and drop it into her belly button. She’ll go up like a torch, and those screams will be my favorite. The air will fill with sizzling smoke of something delicious; cooking flesh. I’ll roast her medium rare; cooked perfectly for an after fuck snack.

Torture Phone Sex

Sadistically Skinning My Slut Of A Sister

Bloody Phone Sex

Every flick of my wrist drove the blade, dripping sweetly with bloody crimson revenge, across her skin. She screamed, begging and begging for me to stop hurting her, to stop cutting up her pretty porcelain skin. The grin that cascaded across my face was malicious, knowing my sadistic cunt was dripping from hell my sister was enduring by my hand, and that I was loving every single second of it.
“Baby girl, you should have shut the fuck up a long time ago. Now I’m going to make you.” I had already dropped the knife. Instead, a 12g. Needle, complete with my own special version of thread, sparkled in my hand. I was going to sew that bitch’s mouth shut. The thread? It was strips of her own fucking skin. I was tempted to sew up that cunt of her too, the one that taunted me about my infertility.

Torture Phone Sex
If I had a brat, I’d slaughter it anyway. Or, raise it to be a sadistic killer queen, just like me. The needle tore a hole in her lips. She screamed as I forced her jaw closed, fighting against her bloodied restraints. They cut into her skin with every pull, every inch of struggle. I didn’t care, fuck that bodaciously bloodied cunt. The new idea that slipped into my head split my face in the most terrifying smile, and the last, she would ever see.
I did sew up her cunt, and then invited my little boy toy over. He wasn’t little; six foot nine, an easy three hundred pounds, and build like a mastiff. He pulled out his throbbing fire crotch cock, and ripped her cunt stitching apart, slamming his massive dick inside of her now useless fuckhole. She was “screaming”, muffled through her lips. I was tired of her, so I started to pour water up her nose using a specialized funnel. With her lips sewn shut, I had decided I was going to drown my slutty bitch of a sister.

Evil Phone Sex

Sadistic Hazing Of High School Whores

Teen Rape Porn
I remember my high school days. It was my beginnings as a sadistic bitch.This new girl at the school wanted to join the cheerleading squad, and as the Captain, I got an evil grin when I saw how stuck-up she was.
Of course I sent her a formal invitation, but I warned her that she was going to have to go through initiation.That stupid cunt laughed, and agreed with no issue, and we all agreed to meet in the woods behind the football field that night. I had been scheming on how to abuse her body since the first snarky remark she made to me. That whore was just jealous I had curves and big tits. Fucking cunt.
When she showed up to the meeting place, it was just me and the other cheerleaders dressed in pretty white, flowing dresses. We kept our sadistic intentions hidden behind sweet smiles. We came, and we brushed her hair and welcomed her gently. And then all over hands tightened up as we held her down on the ground. My hands flew to her throat as we dragged her up by that golden spun hair.

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Out of the trees can the entire wrestling team, hot and sweaty from having just run three miles. Her hazing? For being such a snotty bit she was going to get her teen pussy stuffed, and she was going to personally clean every single ball sack and cock there with her filthy fucking tongue.
She learned real quick I was not the bitch to fuck with, as we started making her open her mouth so these boys could teabag her, and she started choking on their cocks. All twenty three guys got a blowjob from that bitch that night, and I told her if she promised to watch her fucking tongue, I wouldn’t make her wash their assholes next.
As a secondary punishment, I held her down that night as each and every wrestler carved their name into her sweet pale flesh with my very own scalpel. I wanted to make sure she’d never forget this lesson, or the wild caress of Indigo Skies.

Sadistic Phone Sex

Accomplice Revenge

Sadistic Phone Sex

I had my sister tied down to the table, she was squirming and naked. Her body was all oiled up, and I had stuffed her filthy fucking panties in her mouth to keep her quiet. My sister decided to humiliate me in public the other day, locking me out of the house after school the other day. I had rushed home desperate to piss, but my stupid fucking sister locked me out and I ended up pissing myself all over the front porch!
After that little accident, I was going to teach her a lesson. So here she was, strapped to the pool table in our rec room as I allowed our classmates to come in and view her tied naked body. What she didn’t know is that I had given her a couple water pills that morning, she had thought they were Tylenol. She have been extra thirsty and drinking all day, and this bitch was ready to bust. I had over fifty people crammed in my rec room, everyone filming and going live on the internet, while my sister laid there, humiliated and naked struggling not to piss herself.
I let them pay me, $2 a pop because that’s all she was worth, to touch and use her body, and $10 to cut into her sweet flesh. Boys started fucking her, turning her into a true cum dumpster as she struggled not to have an accident in front of the entire school. I smirked, rubbing my pussy through my pants in the corner. That’s what you get when you fuck with me bitch, humiliation and degradation well I masturbate to your fucking pathetic show.

Mutilation Masturbation

Torture Phone Sex
Torture phone sex is fun, but it doesn’t really compare to the hunt. I thrive, needle in hand, prowling the night clubs for my prey. I’m wet in anticipation, ready to dig my knife deep between their thighs; I intend to show my catch a real good time. I’m talking week long sessions of screaming, blood streaming from wounds. I want to cut something pretty apart at the seams.
I saw her, dancing up on the pole. I wound my way up, dancing beside her. My hands slid down her body, catching a nipple in my claws. I sunk my teeth into her neck deep in the underbelly of Chinatown, slipping my needle into her belly button. I beckoned her, and she followed; her cunt was starting to drip from the drugs. I grinned the whole taxi ride back to my place. In my basement, I tied her to the table, and flicked open my knife.
I cut away her shirt, her tiny micro skirt, that lacy little thong. I licked along her body, tasting the sweat on her skin. The second needle slid silently into her tongue, and she was limp. Trapped, but awake, my pretty kitten stared me down with wide eyes. She was terrified as I started the sawzall, taking each arm and then each leg, until she was nothing but a bloody stump for fucking.
Needle three kissed my amputee in her sweet, tight pussy. She started to feel it, the overwhelming pleasure. Her cunt dripped, all drugged up and bound down. She was begging for release, from her ties or to cum I wasn’t sure. But it gave me an idea. I picked up her detached arm, manipulating her still-warm fingers to coax her into cumming, stroking her clit with her own dead fingers, and fucking her in my sickened mutilation masturbation.

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The Ultimate Snuff Porn Film

Snuff Porn

I’m more than just my nice tits; I used to make snuff porn right here in this basement. I’m built with curves, but solid and strong. I can cart my pathetic meatsack victims around with no problem. The last film I did was by far the most excellent I’ve ever produced.
I gathered up a gaggle of sweet teens, young girls with bald pussies and loud mouths. At the mall, they’d mocked my black clothes and said I looked like a cunt from the craft; a sweet, but deadly compliment. I followed them out to their car, and trailed those little sluts home. After dark, I invaded the house, and gathered the five sleeping teens. One by one, I gagged and subdued those mouthy whores, binding them and tossing them in my trunk.
They were gasping for air when I let them out; my exhaust leaks into my trunk. Their relief turned to pure panic when they saw what was in store for them. Those pathetic cunts were dragged one by one into my basement, where I tied all five to gurneys. They were immobile, and begging for freedom. I made them choose the first victim. Of course, these bitches picked their token fat friend. Instead of her, I chose the most beautiful blonde, and flayed off her face.
She was screaming, the other girls pleading. It was too late. I love torture phone sex, but true life torture is even better. One by one, I took their faces, their tits. I carved my name into their thighs, and put my cigarettes out on their clits. It took me four days to finally grow bored of them. So, I bound them in the swimming pool, and chained them to the bottom. The four whores, as I was showing their chubby friend what they deserved, watched the pool fill slowly in terror. They knew, and struggled to their last breath. Fucking cunt bags.
I actually let their BBW friend go, as she thanked me for teaching those bullying bitches a lesson. I couldn’t actually release her to give away my identity, so I keep her as my little house pet. She cooks, and cleans, and best of all helps me dispose of the bodies once I’m done my sadistic fun. Best of all, I filmed the entire event. The profits I get from the Dark Web sickos is enough to keep my and my chubby bunny comfortable. Maybe I’ll make a new film soon. Any ideas?

Taboo Phone Sex

Taboo Spousal Torture

Taboo Phone SexTaboo phone sex is one of life’s little pleasures, like somebody’s dying breath, or watching the light go out of someone’s eyes, or even the last echoing beat of a heart. You know, the little stuff. Now I greatly enjoy living comfortably, but this economy is so shitty that I have only a few ways that I accomplish that. One of those is by marrying quickly, and killing slowly. There’s nothing that I love more than torturing a spouse to hell. I don’t mean that in a little cutie way, like getting on their nerves. I mean skinning them alive, disemboweling them, leaving them for starving rats to finish off. I literally mean torturing them to hell.

I always pull out their fingernails first, pluck out their hair so their skin is raw. Then, I take my favorite Louisville Slugger, play the xylophone on the rib cage. Oh there screams are music to my sweet sadistic little ears. If I’m still feeling exceptionally twisted, I’ll skin them slower than I normally would, cutting off a pinky here, or a thumb there. And spraying them down and some orange juice, just a gentle acid. The sugar from the orange juice attracts the Flies, the flies lay their maggots on their skinless bodies, burrowing into their flesh.

I wish I could continue telling the story, but unfortunately I have a wet little problem in my princess parts but talking so sadistically has brought to life. Better go masturbate myself, but hopefully it’s you getting me off after a kill next time.

Snuff Porn

Violent Phone Sex Victims

Violent Phone SexMy favorite pet came by to play, and have some violent phone sex. He’s my sexy Lumberjack. Baby and I love to hunt. We went and we found some sweet, young ones. I used my sex appeal, and my pheromones to play Huntress on their hormones. I lured them with me into the woods, them willing to do anything to impress someone with tits like mine.
Meanwhile, my pussy is getting nice and slick because I know exactly what’s about to happen. My Lumberjack was waiting there, knives in his hands. He hands me one, and disembowels the first boy and immediately. The others are too scared to move, which is fine.
I tie them up, because I am going to take my sweet time making them mine. One by one, I cut off a tongue, or a finger. I rip toenails from the beds, and teeth from the socket. One by one, they scream beautiful music that only boys of that perfect innocence can. They beg, and plead.
At the first to be let go, then for us to stop hurting them. And then, the little bastards begged us to kill them because the pain I was inflicting alongside my sweet pet was just too much for their young, tight bodies to handle.
I ended the night bathing in their blood, my lover pounding his thick cock deep inside my tight Perfect Pussy. Oh when I came, I came with a grin on my lips at the thought of their sweet little screams.

Torture Phone Sex

Heart Beats Are Overrated; Bloody Phone Sex Snuff

Bloody Phone SexIf you think I make up all the tales I tell during our bloody phone sex, think again. I’m a sadistic demon who craves the taste of fresh blood in my mouth. If you ask me, a heart beat is just overrated which is probably why I enjoy flat lining so many pathetic lives.

This week, I ghosted around the hospital targeting the cardiovascular floor. I stalk the halls, looking for inattentive nurses. Once I cause a bitch to code, I run through all the nasty bodies I chose quickly. 

I started with a young girl who had just received some reconstructive heart surgery. As I shut her soundproof door behind me, the wicked grin covered my face like her blood soon would. I was going to do some reconstruction of my own. Approaching her bed, I shot a double dose of morphine up her IV line, and then pulled out my sweet surgical steel scalpel.

I cut each and every one of her stitches: Pop! Pop! Pop! This would surely become a bloody story. The blood started to well up, dribbling down like the tears her pathetic parents would cry. I took my sweet, sadistic time busting the little bitch open. When I was all done, I shot up a double dose of adrenaline, pressed the “nurse call” button, and slipped from the room. The nurse went in, and I watched from the doorway as the young whore shot up in bed as the adrenaline hit her heart, causing that organ to burst from her chest and explode in a disgusting display of gore. 

The nurse was in shock, and I got so wet knowing she would never recover from this. The next room I chose, knowing it too would become something I talked about during my bloody sex, was a handsome football quarterback who had been experiencing some chest pains. I had chosen him special. He was partial to nose candy, so I sweetly offered him a couple of lines. I had mixed them with baking soda and fentanyl. The stupid fuck did four lines before lying back.

I hid in his closet as I watched his pupils dilate, and his heart monitor skyrocket! His blood pressure and heart rate were going crazy. He started to seize just as they called a code for a crash cart. Official cause of death? His heart exploded. 

Heart beats are overrated and I get soaking wet when I stop them for good.

Torture Phone Sex

Snuff Sex Is All I Need

Snuff SexMen come and go, but they’re always the same. They want me to like them, listen to how their day was, make them dinner, and then suck their cocks. I’m not here for that servitude bullshit. I love snuff sex only, so if you can’t kill with me or be my accomplice, well you can fuck right off! I don’t care about your cock unless we’ve already taken a victim. I love to taste first blood. If you want to impress me on our first date, bring me a hot young sack of meat to violate, mutilate, and carve up like a Thanksgiving Turkey or a Christmas Ham.

I know I’m a sexy, young ghoul and maybe you can’t help yourself. What if I carve you up instead? I can peel your skin off strip by strip, and masturbate with your blood as the lube to my demon dildo. Or, I can saw off your limbs and shove them deep inside your asshole! Do you want to choke on your own cock? Or do you want to cut off pathetic cocks with me, and relish in the high of the hunt?