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The swish of the knife caught her by surprise. Her eyes widened as I nicked her jugular in bloody phone sex fashion. Her hand went to her neck as she tried to stop the squirt of her lifeblood. I hadn’t cut it deeply so it would take a little time for her to bleed out. You stepped out of the corner and watched. “Die, you cheating whore.” Your hand was on your cock, stroking your erect meat. I’d been torturing this bitch for several hours, just as you’d asked me to.
You looked at your cheating wife. Her lips were busted, her eyes blackened. I had enjoyed beating her tremendously. I’m a killer but I have high morals and cheats and liars must die. This was going to be fun. “I found out that you were fucking my best friend. How could you do that? Don’t you know that you just killed him?” You yanked open the closet door and pulled your former friend out by the hair. “How could you? Did his cock taste good?” You reached over with the scalpel and cut off his shriveled and dangly jewels. He screamed as the blood exploded.
I loved how her eyes bulged out of her head as you stuffed the severed organ down her throat. “Choke on it, cunt.” Her heels drummed the table as you yanked her legs apart. You grabbed my razor edged dildo and began to fuck your wife’s filthy whore pussy, shredding her insides. The blood poured onto the floor. I caught a drop and licked it off my finger.
I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me while she dies.” I begged. You leaned me right over her body and slammed your fuck root deep into me. Just as I felt you throb deep in my belly, I reached over and slashed her neck. The blood spewed along with your cum.
Bring me your lying sluts and cheating whores and together we will rid the world of them.
She screamed and the smell of charred flesh filled the air. I was playing one of my favorite suffocation phone sex games. This one involved a lit cigarette and lots of smoke. Looking at your erect cock, I knew you were enjoying it too.
We had picked up this little truckstop whore along the Interstate yesterday. She was thumbing home after her shift and it was her lucky day. You lit up a fattie laced with something and she greedily inhaled it. She was snoring in the backseat when we pulled far back into the woods.
I tied her to a table. Your cock was throbbing so hard that I was afraid you’d come. The tip of my cigarette fixed that real quick. Your pain is my pleasure. And the best was yet to come.
She awoke painfully, barely able to focus. When she realized what had happened and opened her mouth to scream, I busted her lip. “Time to play, slut.” I purred. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I reached for a plastic bag from the nearby drawer. It was clear so that when I pulled it over her head and duct taped it at her throat, I could see the fear in her eyes.
This is where it gets fun. These are special plastic bags with a valve. I took a long drag on my ciggie and blew it into the bag. The nicotine and carbon monoxide created a gas chamber that deprived the victim of oxygen. She would die a terrible death by suffocation. Of course, I expedited her demise by burning her flesh, her tits and labia, with my Marlboro. The harder she screamed, the faster she died.
Right before she took her final breath, I turned her over to you. Your swollen meat could barely wait to fuck her seared flesh and fill her with cum as she shuddered out her final breath.
I place the heel of my goth teen phone sex boot on her head and slowly apply pressure. The stiletto heel had already pierced flesh and soon I will hear the lovely crunch of skull as it caves in.
You watch me, cock in hand as I toy with my victim. You’ve already violated her shit hole, ripped her pussy wide open, and shoved her panties halfway down her throat. Now, you are joyfully waiting for me to put her out of her misery.
This was an easy one. An unruly teen runaway who wanted to be a gangsta. We offered her booze and candy and she practically threw herself into the car.
But now the party was over. And it was time to take out the trash. No one would miss this one. One final fucking as she took her last breath and we will dispose of her like so many others. Someone has to purge this world of the unworthy who breathe our air. I consider myself the goth superhero doing the job that no one else has the balls for.
I walked into my dungeon and checked the cages. It was time for this accomplice phone sex queen to find some new meat. I only had 2 caged ones left and they were nothing but bones. They were well past the screaming stage and needed to be put out of their misery. I loved the little rich bitches the best. They were easy prey walking around with their faces in those iphones. I lived for the shock and disbelief on their faces when they ended up here, caged. Crated like an unwanted mutt. Oh, they’d scream out how I’d pay when their daddies found me. But after being repeatedly violated and battered by some of my clients, those shrill voices became muffled little pleas.
Those pretty designer clothes turned to tattered blood stained rags. The manicured fingers were bloody stumps, the nice acrylic nails long ripped off by fingers digging at the bars of their cages. The pretty pedicured toes became talons. Salon perfect hair was matted with blood and semen. Deep hunger had began to grip them. Soon these little princesses who were used to eating fine cuisine would kill each other over a rat carcass.
Are you ready to help me train these little Daddies Girls? I do enjoy watching the violation of society’s waste of air generation. I know you do too. SO, come on over and let’s make them scream. They won’t be screaming for very long…..
Remember me? Your worst snuff phone sex nightmare? You didn’t really think you could escape my clutches, did you? After all of the games that we shared, the broken bodies left behind. Your need is still there. Maybe you just buried it, like the corpses of so many others. We’re not normal and you know that. Only a girl like me can understand what motivates a predator like you. The same evil blood flows through our veins.
I can still feel the breath of your last victim on my skin. It smelled of cum and cotton candy. Such a sweet piece and so very young. I smile as I think of how her parents must have cried. We left her like discarded roadkill. Savaged, violated. I was your accomplice, feeding your need for blood and pussy.
You know you can’t resist me. And now that I am back, silently creeping through the night, looking for our next victim, you won’t be able to sleep. Your need will overcome common sense and you will find yourself once again drawn to me. Drawn to the evil that defines you, awakens you, and takes you to the place where you are the KING. Come join me once again!!!
I have this crazy friend who loves the taste of human flesh. He is always telling me stories of how badly he wants to go out and get a young girl to deep fry. I laughed my ass off until I realized that he was telling the truth. Now I found myself aroused by that thought. With Halloween coming soon, I was feeling pretty wicked. Time to practice my evil skills and offer to be his accomplice.
He knew exactly where to find our victim. A local brat camp filled with the young and tasty. It was an easy grab and run. We brought her back to the dungeon where no one could hear her screams. It was time to prep her. First, we purged her by forcing laxatives down her throat and left her lying in her own piss and feces. A good hot pressure wash removed the nasty along with most of her skin. The sight of her lying there naked and scalded made my friend so horny that he couldn’t resist basting her insides with a few loads of cum. We violated every hole with a cock, bottles, and a piece of pipe. Her screams made me cum so hard. She figured out our plans when we set up a giant turkey fryer full of peanut oil. Her screams died down to pleas for her life and offers of anything we wanted. They all beg. It didn’t make a difference in the end, when my friend held her carcass over the fryer and dropped her in. One shrill cry and she was gone. I have to admit that she was quite tasty even though I prefer my flesh on the rare side.
Halloween is coming. Hide your brats and pets. I’m lurking nearby looking for fresh meat.
We stuffed her in the trunk, laughing our asses off. The little slut really thought she was going out with you. Oh, it’s gonna be a date all right but not one she’ll live to remember. I could barely wait to rip that slutty little mini skirt off and expose those fake tits.
You first told me about our victim about 6 months ago, how she was stalking your Facebook and following you around. When she showed up at my job telling me to stay away from her boyfriend, I knew she had to die. The bitch done messed with the wrong woman.
We drag her into the basement and tie her down. She is waking up now and starts spewing threats. I pull off her panties and stuff them in her mouth. Her eyes are huge with fear and that makes my pussy wet. You walk into the room clad in a black robe, your face almost covered. A punch to her face knocks several teeth out. Let the games begin.
A few hours later, she is almost beyond recognition. Her face is bruised a nice shade of purple and black. I’ve stabbed holes in her implants and a mixture of blood and silicon is leaking from the holes in her chest. You’ve violated every hole and fucked her with various objects. Now you are standing over her for the grand finale. I grab a scalpel and slide it slowly across her throat. The spurts of blood from her jugular are mixed with spurts of cum from your cock. We fuck like animals in a pool of her blood.
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“Truth or Dare.” you said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what I was gonna say. We had our cute victim bound and gagged and I could see the look of fear in her eyes. “Dare.” I grinned. “I dare you to carve her like a jack-o-Lantern.” you laughed. I took my sharp scalpel and laid it against her cheek. She wailed in terror as I sliced her from ear to ear across her pretty pink lips, turning her face into a cruel grimace. “Your turn.” I said, licking the splattered blood from my own lips. You were even more cruel than me, cutting off her nose. I could hear her inhale blood and bone from her caved in face and I saw your cock rise. I was getting aroused too. My next Dare was to rip off her clothes revealing her lithe young body with small budding breasts. I snipped one of her nips off and tossed it into my mouth, chewing it like bubble gum. I knew what your next move was. You were eyeing up that bald cunny. I laughed as you shoved your fist into it up to your wrist and began to fuck her. She gurgled and convulsed. I egged you on as you stuffed our victim full of cock. You were humping and moaning when I flicked my blade out and severed your nutsac. Never trust a girl with a taste for blood and a need for pain.
If only he hadn’t insisted on that dumbass vacation. Do I look like a girl who loves to vacation? Fuck no. Give me some sadistic phone sex instead anytime. But there we were out on the beach and he is staring at every girl there. So much for our dream vacation. I let him have his fun, flirting, and throwing back tropical drinks. He’d be shitfaced soon and then my own dream vacation could start. He’d find himself all tied up, his dick nailed down and his balls flattened under my heel. Oh, he’d scream but after I poked my icepick into his ear a couple of times, he’d quiet right down. Good thing he wanted this nice little cabana far from everyone else. It was perfect for my sadistic phone sex vacation. I want to see the fear in his eyes and the squeal he makes as his scrotum ruptures. I orgasm as the blood flows and the smell of pain is in the air. This is turning into a much better vacation now. Too bad he wouldn’t live long enough to see the pics. I’ll be putting him into the car along with our suitcases to make that long trek home. And somewhere along the way, I’ll stop, roll his carcass out, squat and piss on it, as I laugh about the poor little boy who just wanted to use me to pay for his vacation. He’ll be on a permanent vacation now, far out in the woods, decaying, as flies dump eggs into his orifices. And I’ll be home, masturbating as I relive the sadistic phone sex torture that I inflicted on him. His vacation was the road to nowhere, my favorite place to go when I need to relieve some stress. Care for a little road trip with me?
I thought I had the night off from snuff phone sex when you knocked on my door. You were all torn up, claw marks on your face, and your shirt torn. I knew you had tried to molest some bitch and she tore you up. You’re such a fucking sissy. But I felt sorry for you and we set out to teach her a snuff phone sex lesson. She was still running through the woods and it didn’t take long for me to pick her up. She thought she was safe but she was wrong. I love hurting a tease and she was a total tramp. Long blonde hair, red lipstick and her tits hanging out. I took her back to my place where you were waiting for some snuff phone sex. You busted her right in the teeth as we walked through the door, knocking her ass out. We tied her to the work bench and went to work on making her ugly. We shaved her head and cut off her nose. She woke up screaming but we were too horny to stop. Pulling off her panties, we cut off her clit and shoved a hot curling iron deep into her cunt. That was just the beginning of our night and you’ll have to follow me to hear the rest of this sordid tale of torture.