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Mutilation Phone Sex Fuels My Love Of Flaying

Mutilation Phone SexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at for a reason. The little fairy tales I play with you are all based off of the evil things I’ve done. You need to understand that I’m a sadistic bitch straight from the depths of hell, and nothing makes my ghoulish cunt wetter than mutilating a useless meat sack with a flaying knife.That’s the weapon of my choice.

I was hunting in the early hours as an absolute favorite treat of mine is the capture of joggers. Be fucking real, no one willingly puts themselves through the hell that is running unless they love to be tortured. I always pull the same stunt. I act injured, posing as a fellow jogger. I beg to use their cell phone. When those pathetic fucks hand it over, I smash it with a hard stomp; they’re lucky it wasn’t their head! I overpower them in an instant, catching them off guard, and slipping a syringe into an artery so they go night night until it’s really play time.

This is the part I get my inspiration for our mutilation phone sex sessions. I take my new toys home, and put them in my special playroom. The one I caught this morning was a nice, strong handsome one. He had tried to take advantage of me when he found me hurt. Bad move, pig. I pulled out my fish flaying knife, and circle my catch. I’m naked, rubbing my cunt to the thought of what was in store for him. He woke up screaming as I peeled away strip after strip of skin from his back.

Yeah, I was going to skin him alive for trying to violate mine. Piece by piece I took him apart, avoiding arteries and major organs. When I finished cutting him to pieces, to the point he was still breathing and barely bleeding, I sprayed that motherfucking rack of ribs down with a saltwater bath. His screams were sweet music to my ears.

I kept him like that for three days, until his pathetic wimperings became irksome. I left him in a room with two dozen hungry rats. I’d be back in a week to collect my sweet pets while I pick my teeth with his bones. Do you understand why I love mutilation phone sex now? I’m a true sadistic bitch.
Mutilation Phone Sex

I Don’t Fuck Around, I Kill

Snuff Phone SexThe weekends are for hunting. Fresh blood gets my cunt all drippy and slippy, and I love to fuck myself with my huge black dildo. I was sitting at the bar when this older man approached me. “Hi, I’m Levi. Can I buy you a drink?” I didn’t give a fuck what his name was, but I let him go ahead and buy me some Jim Beam Sour Apple shots. He chattered on about his day, and his interests, and how beautiful I was. All I could think about was ripping out his fucking tongue.
I wondered what his cock would look like stuffed down his throat. I wanted to put his tongue up his asshole. I wanted to hurt this mother fucker more and more with every breath he took. What a useless meat bag.
But, needed to play the game, I turned and batted my long lashes at him. My eyes were intense as I rose and beckoned him to follow me out into the alley. “So you want to fuck around?” He grinned. He thought he was finally getting some ass. He was going to get something alright. I nipped him with a needle right in his neck, and that tranquilizer had him collapsed in seconds. “I don’t fuck around, meat bag. I kill.”
He woke up in my playroom; the sub-basement of my home. He was chained, and hanging from the ceiling by his wrists alone, toes barely grazing the floor. I stood before him, just as naked as he was. My cunt was running rivers down my thighs, and the smile on my face was pure sadism. I didn’t know if I’d be killing him tonight, or if I’d flay him strip by strip. I’ll let you know what I decide, and how it goes; for him, that is. Either way, baby girl is a fucking winner. I can’t wait to fuck my dildo, and use his blood as lube.

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Sadistically Hunting A Trophy Wife

Mutilation Phone SexWhen I hunt, I like to take trophies from my victims. I want to relive the sweet sadiction of my victory again and again. I remember every single whore I’ve ever snuffed out, and my cunt is grateful for the never ending spank bank material, if you know what I mean.
Listen closely, sweet pet. It’s story time; do you remember the tooth fairy? Yeah, that little creature that trades your baby teeth for money? Think of me as the older sister of those sweet, innocent fae. I’m a bone fairy, and baby I’m here to collect my due.
I keep a menagerie of curiosities: mummified starfish, dried tarantulas, taxidermy sharks. My human collection is all my favorite, and all home made. I always dismember my prey in a field so their blood may feed into the cornstalks.
I see you watch me, your eyes cold like jade as I show you my toys; a femur from a young girl, the teeth of some old bitch, preserved organs, a liver, a heart.
Sometimes, when I’m hunting I only attack and take a trophy. I want my victims to fear that I’ll come back to collect the rest of what I’m due. I will. Tonight, I’m going to go match these ring fingers with the red headed bitch they belong to. Are you tagging along to help, or just to jack off while you watch me work?

 

Kill Your Cunt Of A Mother

Murder Phone Sex FantasiesMy pets know exactly how to keep my killer cunt dripping. I adopted a new boy, and he is as sadistic as he is sweet. He wants me to help him kill his rich bitch Mommy, and no request has ever sounded sweeter to my sadistic slut ears. Listen now, beloved. Goddess is going to be very fucking clear; if you fuck this up, I’ll flay you myself and leave you for the crows, do you understand? Grow a backbone, baby. Your first kill is always the hardest.
Your mother, she’s immobile and unresponsive. Her in-home nurses take such good care of Mommy dearest, but those little nurse whores cost a pretty penny, don’t they? My boy wants his inheritance, and he wants it now; so listen up and don’t fuck up.
Wait until her naughty nurses go, and then give mommy a sip of water. She’ll thank you, with her eyes since her bitch body has betrayed her. This is easy prey, baby boy. Do what Goddess says. Slide into bed with Mommy like you do, and ram a short stem funnel in her stupid cunt mouth, and pinch her ugly fucking nose closed. Pour water, and give her a real drink. Oh yeah, we’re dry drowning this bitch.
Pour, and pour, and pour for that whore. Her medulla oblongata will make her swallow, but eventually it will make her breathe too! She can only drink for so long, isn’t that right?
When she is forced to breathe in, she’ll get a lung full of water. Pull that funnel out, and clamp a strong hand over the mouth that humiliated you so much as a brat. Don’t let her choke it out. Make her drown. And when you watch her monitor, her blood pressure will shoot up, her heart beat will skyrocket. Watch her oxygen levels dwindle, and her heart flat line.
Call the nurses and cry. Turn that fear into the best acting moment of your life. No one will question her poor baby boy. Smile inside, sweetness. You took your first victim, and filled your pockets at the same time. Remember to Worship Goddess. I know exactly what you’ll buy me as thanks.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

Sick And Twisted Lumberjack

Bloody Phone SexMy favorite pet and I play a sick and twisted game of lumberjack from time to time. Every inch of him is a weapon; his hands, his teeth, his cock. I reward his fierce violence with my utmost affection, and the pick of the next victim. This time, he chose some pretty young bimbo parading the streets. I sent him to go and buy her for the night. He lured this bitch into the woods, and she got all excited when she saw pretty little me waiting for her. My sadistic smile must have unnerved her; the soft kiss I gave her would be the last comfort she would ever know. My pet knows how much the first blood makes my cunt drip, so when she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I bit it clean off. She screamed, and I smiled in crimson. He raised his axe as I turned her around. The horror in her eyes as he swung and cracked into her ribs, opening her belly with his down stroke, is one I still masturbate to. Her intestines wriggled on the ground while we watched her bleed out; I was still chewing on her tongue.

Small Game Hunting

Snuff phone sexMy Grandfather is the one who taught me how to hunt.  He is also the one who taught me how to dress all manner of animals properly.  I thank the Goddess for him every day.  He also taught me how to stalk prey.  How to use a bow, rifles, traps, snares, and various knives.  He was a good, very strong man.  I once saw him go after a member of Law Enforcement with a shovel.  My Grandfather took no shit, nor were any fucks given by him.  It is because of him that I am so proficient at what I do.  When most girls were going to sleep overs, or playing with dolls, I was with him.  I was sharpening his blades, cleaning his guns, practicing my marksmanship, and stalking skills.

The best part of hunting was when Small Game Season started.  I would spend many cold months out with him hunting rabbits, squirrels, and other tasty things.  My very favorite part was when he would hit something but he wouldn’t kill it.  We would send the dog in to retrieve it, the retriever would place it gently at my Grandfather’s feet.  If it was still alive he would say, “Indi? What do we do?”  I would pick up the animal.  I will never get the smell of a feral animal out of my brain, or the sight of it’s eyes, looking at me,  it’s heart beating fast beneath it’s still warm soft body.

I would hold it up by it’s scruff, then place my one hand below it’s neck, then the other under it’s face, and twist.  Sometimes I would have to do this a few times, because I was small.  Have you ever heard a rabbit scream? If you have you will never forget it.  When it’s head was finally hanging like a rag doll to the side of it’s body my Grandfather would smile and tell me that I did a great job.

I still go small game hunting.  The smells are different, it is more like warm sun kissed skin mixed with soap, or salt from tears that have stained it’s face.  They are still soft, they still have big eyes that look up at you, they still have the rapid heartbeat, the only thing that has changed is the scream.  It is louder now, but I love that, don’t you?

As You Ordered

Accomplice phone sex

I have exactly what you asked for.  Big tits, long hair, big eyes, unmarred skin.  It took some doing finding someone their age without any type of blemish to their skin, but I managed.  I always do.  I have kept her safe and sound in the root cellar of a neglected property that you own just as instructed to do.  You are paying me a good sum of money to have her ready for you and I always give my clients the upmost customer service. 

The other thing you wanted was for her to be mentally broken.  It has taken me a long time to do so, but she is now ready.  You didn’t want her broken so that she will be complacent, not at all.  You wanted all humanity stripped from her so she is more feral, you want her to put up a fight.  This is why the length of time has come into play.  This is something that doesn’t happen in a week, a month or even a year.  Many years have gone by, each month I would see your payment hit my bank account and I would continue her ‘training’.

Now she grunts, eats off the floor, shits in the corner and never ever leaves the room.  I don’t even speak to her.  At first she would beg for me to say something, anything at all, and the tears, dear Goddess those fucking non-stop tears.  If you weren’t giving me so much money I would of stomped her head flat just to get them to stop.  However, now, she has forgotten what human words sound like.  Her living space, or existence space, since what she is doing is no where near what we consider a life, is dark, quiet, and lonely.  When you reach out to her she pulls away, only to hiss at you as a warning to stay away.

She smells like sweat, piss, shit and dirt.  All in all she is a truly pathetic sight.  Now that the last payment found it’s way into my lovely hands I will stop by your place of business later in the day and drop off the key to her room.  She is ready for you to do with as you wish, and if you would be so kind as to tell me exactly it is that you do for her I would genuinely love to hear the details, and if you ever need me again, you know how to reach me. 

Gator Bait

Snuff pornYou my Love, have a fantastic flare for the dramatic.  When you asked me if I wanted to go out on your airboat I was all for it.  I have always wanted to go on one.  You said you had to go and get some stuff for our adventure and to meet you back at your place later that day.  You left, and I left.  You texted me and told me that you were ready.  I made my way over.  When I stepped onto the boat I saw a camera, a camera pod and a couple of burlap bags that were wiggling around.

I asked you what was in the bags and you said, “Gator bait.”  I was sort of excited to see an Alligator in the wild, as I had never seen one. We pulled up to what I would call a ‘shack’.  It looked like shit, my excitement waned a bit.  You asked me if I had enjoyed the ride out, I said yes then asked what we were doing here.  You told me to go inside.

I walked in and there was a pretty nice bed in the shack, a sofa, lighting, a sound system, and what looked like a rack of different costumes.  I had no clue what the fuck was going on.  You brought in the camera, tri-pod, and the bags, that were still wiggling around like mad.  You smiled and asked me if I was ready.  I said, “Sure?”  You grinned, went over the bed and dumped out the first sack.  I thought you had chickens or some other sort of small animal in there, but certainly not the type of mammal that fell out of the bags.

I asked you were you got these, and you said that that was your secret.  I looked down at them.  They were small, rags stuffed into their mouths, then duct tape over that, chubby hands and chubby ankles tied tightly.  Their eyes filled with unshed tears.  They were looking up at me.  They were so scared they were trembling.  You came out and had a hood on and your ink was completely covered over.  You told me that you wanted me to work the camera, that the people who you work for needed new content.  You showed me what to do then walked around to the bed.

I made sure I had you in focus and you began.  The minute you ripped the duct tape off, and removed the rags, the screaming started and it didn’t stop until they were too damaged to make any loud noises.  Their breath was coming in shallow waves.  You came up behind me and pulled me outside.  You told me very quietly that I was to follow you with the camera.

I did as you said to do.  You took them outside, one by one you pierced through their abdomen with a huge hook, then you slapped one by one into the dark murky water.  Then you dangled them over the water, allowing their blood to drip down into the darkness  In no time at all a gator was jumping up to take the bait.  It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.  One by one you feed the Gator. 

After you were done you told me that the Gator came around ever since you started to come here because it knew it would get fed.  You asked me if I had a good time, I told you, “Hell yes!” We packed up everything, got on the boat and left. You told me that I had an open invitation to join you and help film anytime I wanted.  I plan on taking you up on your kind offer, not just once, but many times.

Road Trip

Torture phone sexWe were half way to Vegas when you nodded your head toward a car that had it’s hood up on the side of the road just up ahead.  I nodded back. We slowed down then pulled in behind the car.  Breaking down in the middle of the Mojave Desert in August wasn’t a pleasant experience for anyone.  You walked over to inspect the engine while I made my way to the driver’s side of the car.  She was in there, just staring straight ahead while gripping the steering wheel hard. I introduced myself and she said nothing, she was just gripping the steering wheel harder and harder.  She was sweating like mad.  Her shirt was soaked with sweat and her lips were dry. 

I walked over to my bike, took out a bottle of water from my bag then handed it to her.  Again, nothing.  What the fuck was wrong with this bitch? She finally looked at me and said, “You need to leave, I don’t need help from people like you.”  People like me??? I asked her, “What sort of ‘people’ do you think we are?”  She looked straight ahead again and said, “Bad.”  She wasn’t wrong, but I was actually trying to be nice!  Last time I do that.  I poured the water out next to her door, then tossed the empty bottle into her car.  I walked around the front of the car and told you what she said. You raised your eyebrow then laughed. 

You said, “Fuck her.” We both got on our bikes and took off.  You and I stopped at a little dive about two miles up the road.  Besides the three workers we were the only ones in there. We watched to see if anyone drove by from her direction but they didn’t.  You decided we needed to visit her again.  It was my turn to laugh.  We made our way back to her car.  She was slumped over her steering wheel.  I wasn’t sure if she was even alive.  It had been 119 degrees and she didn’t have any water.  We parked and you went to her window.  She wasn’t faring very well.  I grabbed some water, you opened her door, dragged her out into desert and laid her down.  I lifted her head up and poured water into her mouth.  After a bit she came around. 

Before it had been, “you are bad” now it was “thank you, thank you, thank you”  too late for that cunt.  She should of taken the help offered before.  You helped me put her into the back seat, she thought we were going to help her.  Not this time.  You climbed in on top of her, I smoked a cigarette by the trunk listening as your fists hit her face a few times.  She was screaming, but you were fucking her so neither you or I really cared.  After you were done you backed out of the back seat. 

You took her keys and opened the trunk, she had two gas cans in there.  Both you and I dumped all that wonderful smelling liquid over the car, and when you splashed some on her, she snapped out of the haze she was in.  The begging was getting on my fucking nerves.  You slammed the door shut, then tossed a match inside.  It took a moment but then we had the most amazing bon fire.  We stood there for a few minutes, the smell of burning flesh is horrible, but we wanted to watch. 

You put your arm around my waist and I laid my head on your shoulder.  It was truly romantic.  Finally her screaming stopped and we walked to our bikes, got on, and road away.  It was going to be the best road trip and mini vacation ever.

You Really Fucked Up

Taboo phone sexYou stupid fuck.  You couldn’t wait could you? I told you how everything would happen, but no, you went ahead without me and now you are calling me, freaking out.  I already see that the fact that she is missing is Trending.  Oh, and what’s this? It’s Parents are giving a press conference? With Mom crying, and Dad looking pissed off and concerned behind his crying wife.  Not only that, but they have a description of your car and half of your license plate.  At least you are calling me on the burner phone that I gave you.  That is something. 

I hear it crying in the background, you are going to have to snuff it out.  What do you mean you can’t? So you can shove that dick down it’s throat and rip it’s pussy open but you can’t kill it? What the fuck dude?  Alright, alright, calm down.  This is what I want you to do, tie it down, tightly.  Stuff something in it’s mouth.  Let me know when you get that far … and hurry.

Right, now do you have a knife? A spoon? Anything with an sturdy edge? Yup, a pocket knife will work.  You are going to get messy so take all your clothing off and put them far enough away that nothing will get on them.  Now, I want you to cut it’s eyes out.  If you can fuck it, you can do this too.  Think of it as you are making yourself two new fuck holes.  I swear to the Gods if you puke I’m hanging up, driving down there, and fucking killing you.  Now, cut the eye lids off, you don’t want it  to be able to blink a yes or no. I’ll wait…

Next, cut it’s tongue out.  You figure it out.  Make sure your fuck doll is leaning forward afterward or it will aspirate on it’s blood. Now, you want to find something bigger with an edge on it.  You found a shovel? It will have to do.  Put the edge of the spade right where the wrist meets the arm, then put your full weight down on it.  You need to get rid of those hands.  Wait … before you do that … did you cum in it at all? That doesn’t really matter actually, you need to clean it.  I don’t know, what do you have? Tequila? That will work, make it drink it, a lot of it.  Then you are going to have to pour some over what’s left of it’s genitalia, and inside of it.  Anywhere you put your cock, spit or sweat. Do. Not. Miss. A. Single. Spot.

Time for the shovel. After, you use it the way I told you, you will have to use a tourniquet so you stop the bleeding.  After you are done with that you leave it there, do you hear me? You leave it to wander.  Gather everything you have, put it in anything you can find that won’t leak and get into the carpet of your car.  Make sure that you do not transfer anything from there into your car.  No dirt, no trash, nothing!  Great, shove the eyes, tongue, and hands inside that old can. After we are done talking you put this phone in there too.  Look around, make sure there is nothing left of you there.  I don’t care if you have to crawl, you make sure nothing is left on it, or around it.  Put your socks onto your hands, then untie her, then smear her blood anywhere you touched on her, using your socks.  You put those in that container too.

Alright, now get in your car, slowly, you need to breath.  You drive your car someplace vacant where you are able to get home.  When you get home you put those clothes in the washer, you wash them on hot, dry them, then hang them up.  In the morning you call the police and tell them that when you were sleeping someone stole the car. Did your wife see you leave? No? She was sleeping when you left? Let’s hope she is still asleep when you get back, or you are going to have to figure out how to explain your absence.  That’s on you.

Before you leave the car you go over it, anything of it you see you get rid off.  No blood, no hair, nothing, do you understand? Right, I’m hanging up now, but you get rid of that container.  Put rocks in it to weigh it down and put it in the river, or bury it, or do what ever, but you never knew me, and I sure as hell do not know you.  Get your clothes and go, and do what I said because I sure as fuck aren’t going to be nicked because you were a horny motherfucker who couldn’t wait. Oh, one last thing, you better eat the sim card out of this fucking phone buddy. Good-bye.