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Liar, Liar, Bitch On Fire

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I suppose everyone knows what tomorrow is.  It’s Thanksgiving.  Little families all gathered around a fucking bird to gorge themselves senseless. Hard to run when your gut is distended.  I am not one for tradition, in case you haven’t figured that out.  I like to celebrate this holiday doing something I only do once a year.  I’ll give you a hint to what that is … read the title of this blog.

It all started when I was still in school.  We were studying Barbarians in History class.  I remember thinking how fucking badass these bastards where.  You had the Visigoths, Huns, Vandals, Saxons, Avars, Picts, Burgundians, and Franks.  Those are not all of them of course, but those are some of my favorites.  The most intriguing part of this tiny section of History is all of the wonderful ways of torturing someone that came into being. 

We did not really go over the torture parts, I learned that on my own.  They excited me, so much so that I wanted to try my own method.  Even back then I really didn’t care about right or wrong. I knew/know what it is, I just don’t give a shit about it.  That brings us to Tee, that isn’t anywhere near her real name, but Tee liked to exaggerate.  If you had a toothache, her asshole blew up as her hand was cut off by a chainsaw while a shark chomped down her left tit.  You know the type.  This got on my fucking nerves, I cannot stand liars.  Not in the least.

I invited Tee over once.  She just would not shut the fuck up.  My Mom even left, not just the room, but the fucking house. Told me that she would be back in five hours, and if Tee left before that to just call the bar and let her know.  To be fair, before anything happened I gave her a warning, but did she listen? Nope.  I said something like that some day those stories that she told would get her into trouble, then she went on to tell another lie filled tail. Which was fine because I knew that she wouldn’t listen to me.  I told her that we had to take some stuff out to the burn barrel. She picked up the stuff and we went out there. 

In no time there was a pretty good fire roaring.  It was very cold outside so getting her to stand closer to the barrel was easy.  Then I just grabbed the back of her neck and pushed hard.  She tripped, knocked over the burn barrel, and got burnt.  Ooops.  She was screaming like crazy, I was thinking too bad it didn’t scorch her stupid mouth.  She looked up at me, I went around her and stomped out the fire on the grass.  She was crying and holding out her arm.  The skin was peeling, she was shaking like crazy.  It was a pretty good wound. 

My neighbor saw her trip and knock over the barrel.  He didn’t see me push her of course, but he did see her get burned.  He ran right over to where we were standing.  He left to go and call for help.  I squatted down and smiled at her.  She said that I did that on purpose, I said, “I sure did.” I wasn’t going to deny it, as I said, I hate liars.  However, I did let her know that if she ever lied, or exaggerated again that the next time it would be her tits, and if I was in a great mood her pussy too.  She turned white. 

The rest of the time I spent with her in school she was quiet.  She would talk, but she wouldn’t go overboard.  I think I actually helped her make friends by doing what I did.  See, I’m not so bad after all. *laughs*

The Decimation Of An American Princess

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This is a story based on a real life event.  I am sure you will be able to figure it out.  This one is for you my Dearest PinkyJ. *blows you a kiss*

For years her Mother had been making her look like a perfect piece of fuck meat.  That’s how Pageant Moms are.  They always want their Daughters to look perfect, unmarred, and like the motherfucking girls that end up dead.  Now these Mothers only see the fame, crowns, money and glory.  They don’t understand what type of danger they are putting these precious little things in.  Why? Because they are greedy cunts, that’s why.

One such girl belonged to the Mother mentioned in the first line.  Pretty little thing.  Blue eyes, blond hair, stripper name, and one of the most perfect mouths you would ever lay your eyes upon.  You and I would sit in those audiences, watching, waiting for our moment.  We spent months following them to Pageant after stupid Pageant.  One by one they were lead up on the stage in those little outfits, it was a P-Cock’s dream land!

The night before Christmas we sat outside their huge house.  You were so excited.  Your eyes were so bright, your smile was beaming and your cock was ready to have some fun.  After the Bitch Mom and stupid Father went to bed drunk we moved in.  I waited in the basement and you brought down the sleeping beauty.  What everyone didn’t know is that sometimes Mommy would give this little Princess something special to make her sleep. 

You laid her down on the basement floor and we stood there for a few moments just taking in the way this little Angel looked.  Without all that whore makeup on she looked so much younger, sweeter, almost ethereal.  You look at me and I nod my head, you get undressed, and I undress her.  Her small body was so smooth, untouched, unmarred in anyway, there was a glow about her.  I looked up at you and your cock was rock hard.

I stood up and gave you a kiss for luck.  You hovered over her as I stood by the bottom of the steps in case we needed to haul ass out of there quickly.  I saw you brush a few wisps of hair from her neck before you ran your finger tenderly down her body.  It was sweet in a twisted way.  You reached over her head and grabbed the extension cord that was laying there, wrapping each end around your hand.  You looked at me, I took one more look up the stairs then came over to you.

I got down on the floor to put her head in my lap.  We made eye contact, then, I smacked her hard.  She immediately woke up, I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.  She was very disoriented, she tried to get up but you quickly pulled the cord over her head to the back of her neck as I clamped my hand down hard on that esquiste mouth of hers.  You started to pull on the cord, she couldn’t scream anymore.  I scrambled to you, taking your cock in my hand while lifting her legs.  I spit a few times on that little slit as I started to feed your cock inside of her.

She was a fighter, such a fighter but she didn’t win did she? No, she did not.  There was a lot of blood between those little legs which lubricated your cock so that you had a little bit of an easier time before you shoved it deeply into her ass.  You tightened the cord, her tongue started to protrude, her eyes bugging out a little bit, she was trying so hard to breath as you tore her open as you fucked her.  Finally it was done.

I kissed you deeply one more time, then we left, making sure we left nothing behind.  I used some bleach that was in the room on that pussy, face, and ass.  No DNA.  When we got back to the car I told you Merry Christmas and we drove off.

Double Indemnity

 

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Money is a powerful motivator.  It makes you get up every morning so that you can go to your less than amazing job all for the  almighty dollar.  You are a slave to it because you need it.  You want to be able to have the things your friends have … don’t you? Maybe you want the things that your friends can’t afford to have.  Make them feel a little bit less than you.  That’s what it is all about isn’t it? Making yourself feel good about yourself through mounting debt. Who wouldn’t want that? Me, that’s who.

I have in my time run across a few people who do not want to work for what they have, but they want money.  What’s a good way to do this? Life insurance.  You hear about it all the time.  A loved one is killed all because they have a huge insurance policy.  The best type are the ones that have a Double Indemnity clause.  That means if someone dies in an accident, or is killed the pay out is double.

This can be tempting for a lot of people.  I can help these type of people, for a small fee of course.  Fires, stabbings, shootings, you name it.  The only thing that it cannot seem like is a suicide.  If you off yourself, your family gets nothing.  So stop being so fucking greedy and die in the right manner.  One of my favorite ones, that I may or may not of been apart of, was this one woman who was a royal bitch.

Her offspring couldn’t stand their mother.  Not one bit.  She was just a complete shit to them all the fucking time, and they had had enough.  It wasn’t just one of them, it was all five of them.  Their Dad had passed away years ago, when that happened their darling Mother turned into a right cunt. They knew she had a policy but it wasn’t enough, so they put up with her ongoing shit for years after her favorite son talked her into increasing the policy and adding the Double Indemnity clause. 

The hard part for them was waiting for enough time to pass.  It worked out for them because a lot of people hated the woman, and didn’t make it a secret.  They just couldn’t take it anymore and made arrangements to hasten her trip to hell.  Turns out she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was stabbed to death during a convenience store robbery.  Her and the clerk, but sometimes there is collateral damage. 

From the video they have it looks like some crazy crack head did it.  The way they were acting in the store before the stabbing took place, the person was fighting with the clerk, then the woman.  You could tell there was some clear arguing going on, then when the clerk went to call the cops a bottle was broken and those sharp edges where plunged into their necks.  The crazy person then went and grabbed some Doritos and Bud Light and left.  Giving the finger to the camera on the way out the door.

Too bad they were completely covered up with no distinguishing attributes showing, and their clothing was nondescript.  I think the cops are still looking for them, but the bitch’s Sons and Daughters got what they wanted.  One dead Mother and a load of cash. 

Into The Light

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Do you know what freaks people out? When something horrible happens in broad daylight.  I think most people are programmed to believe that bad things happen in the dark, and they do, but they also happen during the day.  When that happens people lose their shit, like as long as something is done in the night that it is somehow more acceptable.  Not better, but more understandable.  I think it brings the bad thing closer to them, it disarms them, it makes them feel that if it happened to one person it could happen to them, and oh yes it could!

I do not see the dark as something to be feared.  I see it as a warm thick blanket that wraps you in it’s tendrils so that you can do anything you want without being seen. Although I wish I could perhaps do sinister, horrible things during the day in front of every one I know deep down that it would be completely stupid to do so.  However just once I would love to be in the middle of a city, in a place where a large number of people gather and just do something so horrendous that they wouldn’t be able to move, only watch.

Maybe hanging someone up with hooks in their back, then slowly flaying them.  Their screams just echoing through those busy streets.  Nobody doing anything, just watching in silent horror.  I am sure that someone would call the authorities, or try to be the hero, but you could always plan well enough to make sure that if that were to happen you would be prepared and able to squash any attempt at helping your victim.  You could even lower them into something hot, watch them boil slowly, or use a chainsaw and cut them to bits little by little. How about putting them in stocks and allow all those sex offenders out there to have a turn.  Shit, you would be a fucking youtube star in no time at all.

Just imagine all those wonderful sickening things that could be done.  All in the light of day.  I bet Mothers would clutch their little shits just a little bit tighter for the rest of the day just trying to keep them safe.  We all know however that they are never safe, are they?

Watching As The Pretty Panties Run

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One of my all time favorite songs, Aqualung.  Who knew that that song would talk about me, at least in that one line. That’s what I do for you when you want something young and succulent.  I go and scope out the parks, just watching from the treeline or even in the midst of all the giggling, crying, and stupid Mommies trying to out Mom their so called “friends”.  Nobody ever gets concerned that I am there,  Let a man walk in on all that without having a little snot nosed demon in tow and all the Mom’s pack up and form a wall of bitchery.  

I go and I take a book with me, or my phone and just pretend to not pay attention what is going on.  I look oblivious and harmless, but I’m not.  I am watching every thing and every one.  It might take some time, but eventually someone becomes distracted, and boom, I’m off with one of their little shits.  They are so trusting too, they will go with me every time because I am calm and friendly, I never give off a creep vibe.

The best ones are when a Mom will ask you to keep an eye on them so she can use the restroom, or run to her car for something.  These women are idiots and deserve to have one less innocent little ‘angel’ running around.  After all, it would be their fault if something would happen to one of those tiny ones.  They were supposed to be watching them, nobody else, it is their responsibility, and all of a sudden they can’t find their little one.  Then all hell breaks loose. It is too late though, your sweet young thing and I are already on our way to you.

They hold my hand and walk along nicely.  I might even get them some ice cream or something, because even death row inmates get to eat something special before they are killed.

National Take A Psycho To Work Day

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Wouldn’t you just love to take me to work with you?  We could have so much fun!  I can just see it, you and I walking into your office.  I’m 5’7 and with my heels on I am sure we would get some curious looks.  You in your business suit, me all in black proudly displaying my pentacle on a chain around my neck head held high as we enter your office space.  Making our way to your cubicle, the guys around you just looking at you in amazement.

All because they don’t know the real you.  The real you likes to have a special sort of fun.  The type that would make them shit themselves if they even were to think about it.  They work with you Monday – Friday, interacting with you, going to meetings with you, listening in on conference calls with you, and they are oblivious to what an absolute monster you truly are.  To me you aren’t a Monster at all, but to the norms you would be considered one.

With me being there they would get just the slightest glimpse into the true you.  Any time someone would come into your cubicle I would stand up, getting as close to them as possible and not say a word.  Just to make them feel uncomfortable, if they were to turn their head to say something to me I would hiss at them then lick my lips. I am sure it wouldn’t be long before some stupid bitch, wearing a too tight business suit and flats would come marching up to see you.  I bet her name would be Lori, or Rebecca. People that work in HR always have generic names like that, because they themselves are basic.

I wonder what she would say, would she try to make me leave, would she impress on you the importance of keeping a calm and distraction free work place?  I hate women like that, trying to act tough when they are just a god damned mess.  They more than likely go home to a house they can no longer stand, along with a husband they no longer want, just to end up drinking themselves to sleep every night.  Pathetic.

She doesn’t matter though, none of these sheeple do.  What matters is yours and my plans for after work, when the real fun begins.  Maybe Lori aka Rebecca would like to be the main event in our night of frolic, or she could at least watch. Hell,  we could even make her into a movie star by making her a Snuff Queen for just one night to save her from her miserable existence.

Happy Hunt-o-ween

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Man oh man if I could actually go hunting with any of these amazing miscreants I would be so fucking happy.  You and I, together, telling them what to do and who to do it to.  We could have a whole god damn slaughter farm, and when is the best time for bringing lambs to slaughter? Halloween.  Those little fuckers are running around and they are easy pickings.  Parents get distracted, pushing strollers, or talking to other adults, and the next thing you know their little shit is long gone.  Only to be seen again when they are dug up from a shallow grave.

I can just see it.  You and I, walking hand in hand between the stalls we have set up for the night.  Listening to the bones crunching, the screaming, the hyperventilating, the begging, and just seeing the fear on all their little faces.  So many implements of pain would be used, we could just fuck in every single stall as we watch.  How fucking hot would that be??? Oh it would be amazingly hot! 

Hell, we could even join in.  Make our own marks on those little fuck toys.  Me spreading open those legs, or ass cheeks, you dipping your cock in blood to make it slick, then feeling them shudder as  you fuck them until they either pass out, or you split them in half with your massive dick.  I would be smiling the whole time, for me it would be fucking romantic!

Here is hoping your Halloween turns into a wonderful night for hunting the treats that you desire.  If you happen to actually capture the prey you always wanted, makes sure you let me know so I can share in your joy and revel in their pain. 

Happy Hunt-o-ween from your favorite fucked in the head bitch goddess, Indigo. 

Not Going Anywhere

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Aww.  She thought we were going to let her go.  She is so cute yet so fucking stupid.  Those big eyes, with big tears, asking for her Mommy.  Poor little thing.  So trusting, so young and so ready to leave.  We did tell her if that if she was a good girl and did every thing we asked that we would let her go.  You knew we were lying, I knew we were lying, but she actually thought we were telling the truth.  Ooops.

All those pretty purple, yellow and red spots marking her skin.  The huge bruise on her cheek, her split lip, her torn up cunt, she withstood it all just because of hope.  It is amazing what one can go through if you only have that one single thing.  She must of been imaging being in her Mommy’s arms, safe and warm.  She clung to that imagine, and she lasted.

Now she is standing by the door, waiting to leave.  Should you tell her, or should I? Better yet, why don’t we pretend to call her Dear Dear Mommy, you hand her the phone, and I will be on the other end.  I want you to watch her face as I tell her that she can’t come home because I didn’t love her anymore, that I never wanted her, she had been a mistake and her Daddy and I are so much more happier without her.  I bet she cries again.  Then we will start the whole process over again, but this time her hope will be gone so I wonder what she will do and how she will react.  Our very own little scientific study.

I think that is exactly what we will do, first destroy her little heart, then destroy what ever is left over of her hope and flesh.

Snuff: Have It Your Way

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I would like to ask you all something.  If you could snuff someone in anyway you would want and you know you would completely get away with it … How would you do it. I actually really want to know, even if we never have spoken before email me, or comment on it.  You of course do not have to use your real name.  I want you to feel free to just get it out there without any sort of repercussions.  

Mine would be the following: Janice D., a stupid cunt from my school days.  I really hated her, but I loved her body.  She was a bitch, but a hot bitch.  Now you might be thinking she was popular, one of those “mean girls”, but nope.  She wasn’t popular at all.  She was just always on the rag or something.  Not once do I recall seeing her smile, or laughing.  She would just mope around, and if someone tried to talk to her she would just ignore them then look at them like they weren’t even there.  Pretty fucking rude if you ask me.

Maybe she was having problems at home, who the hell knows, and who the hell cares.  Maybe her Daddy was sticking Legos up her pussy for punishment, or her Mom was feeding her shit sandwiches.  I didn’t really care for the why, but anyone that miserable doesn’t deserve to breath.  They are just taking up space, breathing precious oxygen, and just being an eyesore.  

I would take her to a fun house (I have a thing for fun houses, have since I was super young).  One that was in operation.  I would tie that cunt up just like she was about to be drawn and quartered.  I would make sure the ropes were so tight that they dislocated the hips and shoulders before they were tied off.  Just to get the screaming going.  Before doing all that, I would have paid a shit ton of homeless tweekers to show up throughout the night.  Then right there, under those flashing strobe lights, and clacking of the cars she would be fucked over and over.  I would be on the side dripping acid on her tits while she is continually violated. 

Then after the fucking was done, I would get between her legs and splash that acid all over that freshly fucked pussy of hers.  I can almost see the smoke and hear the slight sizzle as it eats into her skin.  Right before I left, I would dump the rest of it down her throat then just leave her there for the people who ran the ride to find.  Yeah I have thought about this a lot, why do you ask? lol 

Now, it’s your turn.  I look forward to hearing about all the delicious details.

My Good Deed of The Day

Sadistic phone sex

They say, “Boys will be boys.” As if that is an excuse for some sort of fucked up behavior.  Fuck that shit.  I was at a gas station and this chick was in tears talking on her phone.  A young pretty thing, crying, my pussy started to get a little bit damp.  I stopped pumping my gas so that I could hear the conversation.  She was talking about how her boyfriend cheated on her, she walked in on them.  Oh boo-fucking-hoo right?  I almost started to laugh then I heard her say, “I would pay someone to kill that stupid motherfucker if I could.” I instantly perked up.

I finished pumping my gas then walked around the pump and tapped her on the shoulder.  Now this girl was upset, so she was a bit bitchy to me until I said that I was sorry that she was cheated on.  Sometimes you have to pretend to have empathy for a situation in order to get what you want.  She told the person she would have to call them back.  I told her to pull her car around in front of the store and I would go in and get her a drink and she could tell me what happened.  I even gave her a hug which almost caused me to puke, but I was on a mission.

I brought her out a beer, she told me she wasn’t old enough to drink one.  I laughed and told her I didn’t care and to drink the damn thing.  We sat on the hood of her car and I explained that if she was serious, I could do the deed for her.  I had to make sure she was pretty shit faced to agree to it, so I had to keep buying beer.  She was a light weight when it came to drinking, so I actually didn’t have to buy that much.  I told her to get back in her car and just sleep for a bit that everything would be alright.  She thanked me, gave me ten bucks and I was happily on my way.

What a douche this guy was. He actually told me that he was going to cut my tits off.  I was laughing so hard as I stepped up to him, he tried to back away, but I grabbed his jacket and yanked him back to me.  I licked his lips and told him how much I was going to enjoy this.  He tried to fight me, but again, douche guy with douche moves.  I have seen dust bunnies float more violently across the floor.  His fighting skills were just damn sad.

Before long that smart assed attitude of his was gone.  He was panting beneath me, my full weight on his chest, his arms where extended over his head.  He was begging now, said he was sorry.  I asked him what it was that he was sorry for, he said everything.  I rolled my eyes.  I moved down to sit on his knees while I looked at his little cock.  He was scared so his pathetic fuck stick was all tiny.  I slapped it, and he gasped.  What a pussy this guy was.

I asked him if he was still going to cut my tits off.  He was crying, he managed to sob out a “No.” I smiled, then sliced into his sack, running the knife up between his two testies.  He passed out.  See, pussy through and through.  I waited for him to wake back up then continued.  He was screaming too much, it was actually getting on my nerves, I pulled off my jeans, and my panties then lowered myself down on his open mouth.  The vibration of his screams against my cunt were simply delicious!  After cutting the rest of his junk off, I shoved the knife up his ass and fucked him with it, his mouth was working my pussy so well.  I came, turned around quickly then stuck the knife into his throat, stood up, and stomped on the top of the hilt.  The sound was beautiful.