Cheaters get a different type of punishment in my books! Jesus sent me on this earth for one purpose, and that is to punish men here before they have to face the grim reaper! My friend and I went to a swingers club to fish some men out and punish them in plain sight! Some men are with their women and some are cheating on their wives and I…..I hate it! I mean I despise it! I don’t just hate and despise, I do spells and curse men for cheating! I have been cheated on and that is how I found my holy path and got into men torturing! My friend and I came across our lucky candidates!! Hehe they have no clue what we are about to do to their stinkin poor no brained cocks! So our blueprint is when sucking dick every five sucks, bite gently and then as we keep sucking apply more pressure until they scream once! Then while we get them seduced we are supposed to make them shove their cocks into our trapped pussies! We have a tiny homemade pocket pussy shoved in our pussy that when they stroke us and hit that pocket pussy their cocks feel a tiny zzzzap! Hehehe as they keep on stroking we turn up the amps! But before we turn up the amps we leash them and make them stuck so they can’t run or go anywhere. They are stuck in our pussies! The more they stroke the more we bring the leash closer. When we fully get their cocks in our pussies we cuff both leashes onto any object that is surrounding us. That way they really can’t stroke and all they can feel is very high voltage zaps! The way they screamed at the very packed swingers club made other men line up thinking that they are fucking the greatest pussies in the club!! Hehehee our job is to torture men until they can’t talk but only scream!! It’s actually very hilarious how everyone else thought they were screaming that loud because they were “cumming”. I will continue on this journey and I will hurt every man that comes my way! If I haven’t gotten to you I’m sure I will eventually as long as I’m breathing!
I am such a fucking torturer slut! I’m really out of control and I need to get it together…I got offered an interrogation intel job with the CIA but I failed it because of my whore ways! When I got there I had to go through many obstacles and physical tests and then they gave me a role! My role was to dress as slutty as I can to distract men and have them spill important information they need…When it was time to interrogate my first unfaithful dick I lost it all and became touching on him more than I should have! I put on black leather stockings with leather lingerie! His eyes were covered and he was handcuffed to a chair! Instead of integrating him about information we needed I investigated him about his sex life…he was one hell of unfaithful man to his women! So I did what needed to be done…I electrocuted his balls and sucked him off at the same time! Then I pierced his nipples with a nail and a hammer….he cried and begged me to stop! He only stopped begging after I sucked his nuts dry! Then my boss barged in the room right before I was about to whip him and he fired me on the spot!! I should stick to being a night owl whore!
Men are so entitled these days! Just because they walk around flashing their dick prints that doesn’t make them dominant….I love dick don’t get me wrong but I like to torture the cock with my little friend toys! They get to break girls’ hearts and us girls always allow them to do that, but not with me! That won’t digest very well with me! The last time a man broke my heart I burned his dick with a lighter marking my initials on it just so the next girl can know that he is no good! My cumshot standards are very high so before I fuck you I will have you go through multiple tests and trials to see if you are the right one for me! I love a man who can cumshot a foot or 2 from the starting point of his penis all the way onto my face! I also spank and tie their nuts to see if they can handle pain while being pleasured! One time I made this one short man with a very long huge 10 inch cock bend down and suck his on cock while I slapped his nuts with my nut-slapper! I will tie you up like you’re surprised and I will make you touch your own dingily dangly thing in the back of your throat! Then I will get a pocket pussy and fuck the lights out of your dick while I insult you and make you cry from pleasure and pain! I’m sure you won’t see a thing you will just feel feelings that you have never felt before! I won’t ever stop the torture, but once you pass out you will find my mark imprinted with heat and metal either on your ass or your cock…
The cooler was so cold at work but his cock warmed me up… the way I needed for a perfect orgasm! When I worked at the Gas station back in my days I used to always wear stockings under my work uniform. I was always draped up with chains and neck chokers! Under my work uniform I had pockets filled with lighters, mini knives and mini dildos with thorns on them! YUM a BBC came in late at night for cigarettes and coffee. It was foggy outside so nobody was really out at this time! Only the mind fucked people like myself walked these streets this late! When the BBC walked in I began to think “how could I have fun with this one”…I sat tight and I observed him…it looked like he was a single trucker who hardly gets laid but is so desperate to fuck anyone and anything at any given moment! “Hmm the perfect companion” is what I thought to myself. When he came up to the counter to check out and pay, I bent down and unbuttoned my bottom exposing my boobs! That gave me the opportunity to hypnotize him and get him to follow me to hell! I turned around and bent over arching my ass up so he can see the outline of my ass cheeks. Enough for him to lose his mind. Perfect! i managed to lure him into my bleeding ???? trap! Hahahah he had stumbled upon a vampire ????♀️ not knowing that I’m going to suck not only the cum out of his testicles but the piss out of his bladder! I like to fuck my men like this: first they are so happy and horny that my innocent little self has them fooled…then as soon as they fall deep into my innocent seductive freaky wet pussy, I begin to let the monster out! Lastly I only finish them off when I hear enough horrifying screams! Hahah the way they runaway butt naked is amazing! I collect men’s boxers as trophies! That is what really gets me off…seeing my accomplishments and the pain I caused men! So, back to my experience from that night I led him back to the cooler and sucked his cock. It was shoved deep in my throat just to warm it up enough just to get ready for my devilish thoughts! I allowed him to feel like he was getting over on me with his BBC but now it was my turn to have fun with him! I patiently waited for all his clothes to come off and I threw them out the cooler, killed the light switch and locked the cooler doors! Next thing you know the poor BBC is bleeding and screaming begging me to stop! The best way I made him shut the fuck up was to make him cum through the pain! You see I am not so bad, I will arouse your pain and make you milk cum all night! As long as you fall into this trap you will be painfully pleased!
Little fucking ass holes and bitches, fucking disgust me. Why people would ever want to breed such nasty creatures is beyond me. When I was approached by a little idiot at the corner of his fucking bus stop I about threw up in my mouth. The little brat had the nerve to tell me I was “fine as fuck” and that he wanted me to suck his “giant dick”. Now, I am a fairly fair person, I walked away that day. A couple days later though I was walking again past the same corner. The little shit had the nerve to not only call me “sweet stuff” but ask if I came back for more. That was it.This taboo phone sex bitch was done and I was going to teach this little ass hole a lesson! So I turned on my charm and brought him back to my place. He really thought he was going to score.
I brought him inside and took him down into my torture chamber down stairs. This is how dense this guy was, he thought it was my sex room! Blood and chains everywhere and he still thinks I am going to give him head. My friend came from around the corner and my eyes turned to meet his only to get inrupted by the little chump, little ass had his clothes off already. “Well babe, you going to show me how a real women gives blowjobs,” he asked of me. “Oh I am going to teach you about it alright, but it is going to be you giving the fellatio, not me.” He looked at me, I could tell the word fellatio was rattling around that brain of his. I grabbed my hand out and gripped it around his throat pulling him near me.
I grabbed his head and forced him on my friend. When he let out groans of satisfaction for the mouth force fuck he was being given I slapped him across the face and asked him what his problem was. He told me he was just doing what he was taught. Well, I was going to show him the propper way, folding him in half I shoved his head towards his own cock. “Now little boy, stick out your tongue and say AHHHH” I laughed as I shoved his face down onto his own cock. He wanted a lesson and he was going to get it. He grabbed it hard at the base and sucked right on. The little ingrate was actually listening to me. “That’s good now, choke on it!” I shoved his head down further, he began to gag on his own cock. Sure enough he started doing it on his own. I watched in awe as this little fag sucked up his own pre-cum.
I flipped the idiot upside down. He did not want to stop sucking his cock. I grabbed a big spike studded dildo and shove it into his ass hole. First he whimpered and then, he came. The little ass was enjoying the fucking punishment I was giving him. Like a little pain slut sissy fag he came into his own mouth. I was in awe. This was not punishment for him, which made me very very angry. Well if he wanted to enjoy his auto-fellatio then he could forever. I took a chainsaw and cut that little bitch in half. When he was done I let all my friend come over and fuck his dead remains, while his dead body sucked his own worthless, dead cock!
I have always been a chat of Dr. Victor Fries’ work. I know that he really gets into his creations, turning humans into monsters, and being a wicked brain surgeon, of course he is completely mad! So when I approached him that I wanted to make a snuff porn film for all of my admires and my own amusement in his back woods busted down mental hospital I expected him to tell me no right away. When he said yes I was both honored and excited. I gathered by camera and selected a couple of nice pretty girlies for my portion of the movie.
I started filming in his room. It smelled heavily of iron. That was the layers of dried caked on blood that immediately flooded your senses when you entered into the abandoned mental hospital. In a rusty wheel chair sat the Doctor’s latest victim. His skull was already partially removed. The poor babbling idiot would not quit crying as the Doctor preformed brain surgery to get rid of his desire for being a weak women server. Dr. Fries did not believe in that, and only tolerated me for my talent. Once he decided the project was to be scrapped I left the camera on a tripod to watch the mans demise. I could hear his screams echo throughout the halls void of life, but full of their remains.
I could hear my two crying from their gags. I grabbed them each from the broom closet I had them stuffed in. Their blonde hair gripped nicely between my fingers. I chuckled as they fought, thinking they were going to be getting away. Once we were in their room I strapped both down to their urine soaked gurneys. I was going to give these little bitches the makeover of their dreams. I filmed myself making a big bloody phone sex mess as I cut the scalpel into their skin. Their shrieks were like music to my sadistic ears. I even gave the fillers, of course it was concrete and not collagen, but same thing right!
Blode dripped down their faces and over their beautiful hair. Once they were done I styled them very nicely I must say! I even persuaded them to help me make a promo ad for my movie. They said I was the best Doctor ever. What dumb sluts, they actually thought I would let them go. They screamed as I showed them their reflections. Bad little skanks, it is not nice to be so unappreciative! That was all it took too! I slammed the mirror right against ones face. Taking a large shard of glass I slit their dumb throats. How dare they insult me. Dr. Fries took all of the bodies downstairs where we watched them burn in the crematorium. Bye Bye barbie bitches.
I have no idea why I must be haunted by these little whores these days. I cannot even go to a shopping mall without having to deal with the miniature pukes and their overbearing sense of entitlement. I ran into a group of little mall rats when I was shopping with a friend of mine. They had the nerve to call me a Gothic Fatty. I may be on the goth side with my love of all things dark and satanic, but fat I am not. I quickly responded hissing at them and letting them know that I was the Gothic Goddess of Death sent up from the depths of hell to eat their little miserable souls. I gave my maniacal laugh that I always do and they skipped away giggling that I was a freak.
My friend and I were more then prepared to show them what kind of freaks we were. The little sloots stayed around the mall till close. My guess is they were going to have a slumber party, all pilling in a typical suburban house wife SUV. My friend and I stayed quietly watching them in the dark from the back of the parking lot in his hearse. His hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as he began to grit his teeth with anticipation, “Patience,” I urged. As they drove off we followed them, keeping up with them as they pulled into their concrete driveway alongside their perfectly manicured lawn. Once the lights went off they were ours, and slipping into their home was way too easy.
The parents slept upstairs. On the main floor was only the small Chihuahua that was easily persuaded to our friendship with some beef jerky. We slipped down the stairs where we could see faint light coming from out from under the door. As we slipped down the stairs and closed it behind us we could here the giggling and worse, pop music. I stood in the doorway. They continued to gossip among themselves and did not even notice me. That was until my good friend tripped the breaker to the basement. Screams rang out among the girls and a cell phone light flashed into my face as I moved to sit by their sides. The squealed as they noticed me sitting next to them
That was when the real fun began. He grabbed two of the little brats up by their hair and tossed them onto the bed. I started to tie them with the large supply of infinity scarves the idiot had in her room. The last one was the ring leader of the plastic bitch cult. I grabbed her holding her by her chin. She asked what I wanted. I told her “Simple,” then licked my tongue up the side of her face tasting her skin “I told you I was coming for your soul.” She whimpered and pleaded for us to let her go but it was to late. I popped the little twats eyeball from her face and tossed it to the ground. He began to shove his cock into the hole, skull fucking the little puke till her brain was mush.
As you could imagine the other two were freaked the fuck out. Crying and shaking on the bed their face had streams of tears flowing down it. We dragged the up the stairs by their hair. The wrists and ankles still tied up and slipped out the door without working mommy or daddy. My friend reached into daddy’s beautiful diesel truck and locked the emergency break. He tied the chain around her told half and then another chain to his steel reinforced bumped. He pulled her in half. Blood and guts splashing everywhere. He tossed her bottom half into the driveway and we left, taking the last little brat home for more fun later!
You never want to disappoint a taboo phone sex babe like me. I am not one to be dominated, nor will I worship a mans feet. You have to be able to show me your worth if you want me to fall in love with you. I am everything a snuff porn loving man could ever want, if your not a little fruity fairy that is. I found a few men who thought they could rise up to the test. They have since been made into decorations to please me.
I have take those useless little jingle berry balls and wrapped them up tight. I tie them up so tightly that I hope that they pop. I could give a fuck less. They do not need them anyway. The way that they wine and groan makes me a happy camper. I love they way that their useless clit dicks start to swell and turn purple. Then I heat them up under flames. I love setting candles onto them.
Then when the candles get burned they stick onto their nads and the hot wax drips down over them. If I fold the naughty disappointments in half I can get the hot wax to drip onto their faces. I laugh as I eat my candle lit dinner listening to them wincing, begging for me to enjoy every morsel. My dinner guest makes me mad when he asks if I should let them go. Weakness is disappointing. I turn his asshole into a candle stick holder and shove an apple into his mouth. Screams become my dinner music as I finish my meal and hot wax burns his useless sacs.
There is nothing I hate more then a man who only likes to use one part of a dying body. You see, there are many pace to fuck someone, each with pleasure and a sensation both new and arousing. Sure, you have the pussy and the ass, but why stop there. There is the mouth, the nose, the skull…you can also lop off limbs and remove the bones and shove in your own boner. That is also sexy, and the warm body hold on tight to your big hard throbbing cock. My personal favorite to watch is a skull fucker. The sounds a brain makes when a big hard throbbing cock is thrust through the eye socket of a little girlie makes my heart flutter with joy. You can decapitate the victim, or leave her little head in place. The satisfaction is the same, only the method is different. Skull fuck her little brains over and over again till you turn her brains to mush then make sure you fill it with your jizz! Then I will pour the mixture from her empty eye socket and have myself a nice treat. Mmmhmmm good!
Collecting clients for a hoarder of gillies can be a bit risky sometimes. When it comes to this client in particular I consider it rather safe. He has a way with handling the bodies that no one would ever find. He disposes of the by ingesting there flesh. When it is time to eat , he lines his little sluts across the wall suspending them by their ankles. That is when I walk through as he examines them closely. I smack them on the ass and make them whimper. I get pleasure from him telling me not to spoil the meat with unwanted fear, when it is the fear I enjoy the most. Once he picks the one he wants, or in this night two, he guts them. Their blood and innards falls onto the easy to clean tile flooring.
Blood, drains into the porn where it is collected. The intestines get reused for sausage, and organs will all be prepared properly. Two down means I must come back with two. I love hunting, but he stays to prepare my reward for fine cattle. I being back two little brats who thought they were too grown in their mini skirts and mommy’s make up. After he takes a look at them he undresses them and cleans every inch of their bodies. It always cracks me up when they beg for him to let them go. He is gentle with them, shows a real appreciation for their flesh. That is why he has me, My roughness and ability to force them to do what he needs balances out his kindness that he has about him. Even if he is going to devour their tiny bodies. He has me tie them up and scrub their whore flesh. They wine of how the bristles of the rough brush welts their skin.When they are clean they must be properly dress. They are to look like proper young ladies for their new master.
They are given cutsie little pig-tales too that lie on each side of their heads. I bring them into the photo room. Their pictures are taken in a yearbook pose. This goes in his cattle book. Every once in a while he sell a girl he has lost interest in on the market as well. His delicious swine always goes for top dollar too. He feeds them all the best and treats them like princess’, even if they know someday it will be for slaughter. The girls are then taken to the dinner table where he has 4 seats set. Each place also has a picture of one of the two girls that was killed that evening. He wants thanks to be given to the little piggy who provided the meal. I force the two girls into the chair and untie their wrists keeping their ankles tied. They could not get away fast enough even if they wanted to. He pulls out the chair for me and offers me the chair with a smooth gesture of his hand.
“You two consider yourselves good little girls, do you?” He questioned the little brats at the table. Their eyes welled with tears and emptied onto their plump cheeks. All I could do was laugh, laugh at how much they were suffering. He left to the kitchen and brought back two plates and sat them in front of the girls. They instantly started to sob even louder. He started to talk over them but was interrupted by their rude cry’s for release. I slapped them across the cheeks and ordered them to hush. He was about to explain something very important to them and they needed to pay very close attention!
