A client of mine has grown to be a little, well attached lately to me. He calls me his goddess which I do not mind. He decided that we needed to have a 3 month anniversary party and called me over to his house for dinner. I was a little hesitant at first but he said he had a surprise for me. I figured why not, what was the worst thing that could happen. He had seen me dismember bodies’ lots of times so it would not be in his best interest to try anything with me. He asked me to wear my best dress. Again, although an odd request it was not the worst. I wore a beautiful, floor length gown. It was form fitting and the font plunged in a v down to almost my belly button. When I got there, candle light filled up his home. He kissed my hands and I squinted my eyes towards him.
He invited me over to the table. There was a beautiful roast made. He pulled out my char and I sat down. He then sat next to me. As we ate he pointed out the dead flowers in the middle of the table. “These are for you my Goddess.” I eyed him up with a confused glare. He held the vase close to me for me to examine. The flowers looked like tiny skulls. They were actually really beautiful. I gave him a smirk. I appreciated his generosity; this was actually a surprise that I had no problem receiving. After we were done he asked me to stand. He undid the clasp in the back of my dress and it fell to the floor. He knelt on the ground and removed my heels one by one and sat everything nicely to the side. He took my hand and led me to the basement. “Here she is your surprise.” He was so excited to show me.
She was small, and super cute. She crouched in the corner crying. Her back was bleeding, she has suspension hooks already dug deep into them. I removed the gag from her mouth. She cried and whimpered for me to please say her. She wanted her mommy and daddy and that she would not tell anyone. He hooked the hooks in her back to some chains that were attached to an apparatus suspended in the air. He began to turn the crank. She screamed as it pulled her up. I laughed at her cries of mercy. She was up above me close to the ceiling and extended her arms out towards me trying to get me to take her down. I could do nothing but laugh. “My goddess,” He knelt down and handed me a knife, the blade sharp. I ran it across her body teasing her with the tip. She screamed and then I slit her throat. I showered myself in the spray of her blood. He came up to me and embraced me in a kiss. I bit his lip. He led me out the back door where the full moon light covered out bodies. He pulled me over to him and I mounted him riding his dick roughly. He felt good inside. I leaned down and took the side of his neck into my mouth, blood began to rush down him. We fucked like we were wild, us both cumming coated in blood. I would say that was quite a surprise.
I take pride in my work as a nasty killer phone sex bitch. The warmth that blood gives me as it covers my body also makes my pussy throb. I love the gurgle that a body makes when you plunge a knife deep inside of its guts. When I am doing a hit killing for my own satisfaction I will sit next to the little slut and play with my pussy. I will rub my clitty as blood drains out of her and all over the floor. Once the bitch is nice and dead I am not done with her. I like to keep her around so I can play with her dead pussy. I will bend down between her dead legs and lick her pussy while I reach between mine playing with my own. The warmth of dead bodies sticks around for a while. I will get her pussy nice and wet and finger fuck the bitch violating her body even in death. I am such a dirty necrophilia phone sex bitch, and I love it. What is even better is when I have a client with me. It turns me on watching him stick his dick into her pliable pussy. I love holding our latest kill for him, her docile body void of all life, so that he can fill her up with his load of cum. I will use her pretty dead hand to play with my pussy, and her fingers as to ram into my pussy. I will cum all over her bloody dead body and love every second of it. I am such a filthy erotic snuff porn lover, and I know it.
I am such a bad ass bitch. I love being able to satisfy my clients with anything that they desire. Nothing is too taboo for me. I love it all. My favorite thing is bloody gory snuff sex. I love the feeling of fresh warm blood against my pussy. I will take it coating my skin any time of day. A client of mine has a nice winey Asian that he wanted to have fun with. He loved to dismember, and I loved to help. When I arrived there was no hunting involved. She was already tied up in the basement. She was naked and covered with a fresh white sheet. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip as he pulled back the sheet to present her to me. She was so petite and tits were super perky. He handed me a knife and nodded towards her. She started to squeal and cry. She did not speak English so I knew he more than likely purchased her from the market. I slid the knife under her delicate ribs. The smallest pop noise could barely be heard over her screaming as the knife penetrated her skin. My client was becoming super hot and began to scoop blood from her wound rubbing it over him. I started to dismember her arms cutting them from her body. I held one up and made it a fist so I could jack him with her removed hand. Blood squirted from her as I removed them coating us both in her ruby red warm girl. I sawed her legs from her. He broke out some of the inner bone and used that to fuck himself as well. When we were done I planted the limbs as additions to his rotting garden. He watered them with his seed. This was one garden that I would love to own.
Want to know what my favorite weapon of choice is? I bet that you will never guess. Let me give you a him, It is long and sharp and makes all of my kills super personal. A Knife. I love the personal feeling I get when I get close enough to sling it across your throat. I love that I have to be close enough and will always feel the warm splatter of your sweet blood coating every inch of my face. The fine detail that I can execute with a knife can also brings me so much happiness. When I splice open a nut sac to remove a ball before shoving it into your face hole it makes my pretty pussy throb with joy. After you are nice and dead I will take the handle of my blade and rub it against my clitty. Sometimes I will lay under your water fall of blood and insert that knife into myself jacking me till I cum with perfection all over the floor.
I got a fun client this week who hired me for a little bit more than my normal slaughter and run. He wanted me to do my normal hunt like I usually did but he wanted it to be less of a bash and grab and more sensual and trust between the two of us. I went out to a local underground gay club. He wanted a pretty chicky and I knew I would be able to pull it off no problem. I sat at the bar and went through lady after lady before the perfect one met me. She had long legs and brown hair, and I knew she was going to be just his type. I was to take her back to his house which I would tell her was my own. When I got there I continued to feed her drink after drink. She was already pretty sloshed but I wanted her nice and wasted so that every sense of hers was down. I asked her to excuse me while I drew a bath for us both to play in and went into the bathroom shutting the door. He sat in a chair in the corner of the dark bathroom. It was a really large one, the kind with not only a bathtub, but also a stand up shower straight across from it. He already had the bathroom ready; candles were everywhere, and enough light to barely see. The tub was full of warm blood, a thin layer of soap suds laid across the top of it. I looked at him and winked leaving the bathroom. I went over to her and kissed along her neck, removing her dress from her shoulders. We undressed each other till we were both naked and I walked her into the dark bathroom.
I backed into the tub pulling her in with me. The blood was thick and warm around us, she leaned against the back of the tub and I continued to make up with her slutty face hole. I pushed my hand in between her legs and played with her twat roughly. She whimpered a little bit and asked me not to be so rough. That made me want to be worse, I shoved four of my fingers inside her and leaded forward and bit she side of her neck. She moaned out again a little bit louder. I took a deep breath and then went into the blood searching for her clit with her tongue. When I opened my mouth it greeted my taste buds and lapped at her cunt with excitement of the familiar iron taste in my mouth. I got a little too excited and bit hard at her twat taking it into my teeth. I could feel her just and then I came to the surface. Blood drained down my face as I gave her a menacing smile. Her eyes grew wide and she lifted her hands from the water and looked at the blood draining down her arms. She began to scream, and I slowly lifted myself out of the tub and walked across the room to the sink. I grabbed the knife that was sitting in it and flipped on the light turning to face her. She squealed and begged me not to hurt her. I laughed as she lay in the tub trying to reach her arms out to stop me. I looked over to my client sitting in the chair and her eyes followed in the direction of mine. She gripped the edge of the tub and tried to lift herself out. With a nod from my client I turned to her again and slid my knife across her throat. Blood sprayed across the bathroom and she slowly sank into the tub.
I glanced back to my client. He gave me a pleased smile. Blood drained down my naked body. He nodded his head towards the shower and I stepped in. There was a wash cloth and some soap in the shower. He adjusted his chair in between the tub still gurgling with air bubbles and me in the shower. I turned the water on and began to rub the blood all over myself. Slowly it left the surface of my skin and formed in a puddle below my feet. I moved my fingers to my tight bald pussy and began to get myself off. He removed his cock and stated to stroke his throbbing cock alongside me. He dipped his hand into the tub of blood, her hand dead resting on the side and stroked himself with his blood soaked hand. We both came together; it was intense, staring into each other’s eyes. He thanked me and paid me my money and I went about my ways. I had so much fun with him and wished that he would enlist in my services again.
I got recruited to do some hunting. I loved the hunt, the process. I needed to find one and just one I was told if I could find a good one I might even be able to help. I had found a few gals for this client in particular so I knew exactly what he was going to be looking for and the discretion he always required which was never a problem. I found one, she was super cute and I meant in the naive kind of way that girls had that have never left home and loved their daddies. On top of that was that she was really tiny and Asian, they had the best squeals. I knew the client would love her so I simply asked her to help me open my trunk with an arm full of groceries. All I had to do was hip check her 80 pounds ass into the trunk and with an eep she was in and it was shut. I blared my music loud to cover the screams and cries that were coming from her ad rove to the meet location. When I got there were five men in masks and suits. I pulled my cattle prod out from under my seat and held my keys in my other hand. I wanted to make sure I had the jump on her in case she tried pulling her little ass ninja skills bull shit. When I lifted the trunk she tried to jump out and was met with a quick zap of the prod. The guys behind me whisper with anticipation.
I pulled her from the trunk and carried her inside pausing to let my eyes adjust. I carried her over to the rack and tied her ankles and wrists in place. I was then met by my client who offered me extra money to meet the gentleman’s demands and participate in the action. I told him I would if they would put their seed in a cup for me to play with later. This was of course not a problem.
I went and hanged into my leather corset and boots and came back to little china lying on the table whimpering while all the men stood behind her. I jumped onto the table and crawled up towards her face like a cat on the prowl. She looked at me and begged me to help her. I slapped her across the face and I could hear the men get all riled up. I took a spider gag and placed it into her mouth. There were my favorite, that way the guys could fuck her face till she turned blue. She cried tears running down her face. I took my hand and wrapped them both firmly around her little throat and she gasped for breath. I encourage one of the gentlemen to please stuff her face so she wouldn’t scream to loud and climbed from the table.
I walked towards the end of the table to her rather hairy cunt. I spit my fingers and began to rub it. She was already getting wet. I took some clasp and pinned back her hairy lips so that you could see her little twat with its slit spread open. I could hear the gentlemen at the top grunting while she gagged and puked throwing up onto the floor. She cried for help, as I grabbed an electro want and began to give her little zaps on her clitty. She squealed like a little piggy and he body shook with every zap I gave her. One of the guys came to the back and stuck his dick into her ass hole. I put a riser under her hips to elevate it to him and tied her ankles to the table legs. One of the gentlemen took the rod from me and began to torment her nipples. I stood back as they sacrificed her every orifice to their sexual deviant desires. When they came they spit themselves into the cup like I wanted. I took care of her as they cleaned themselves up, slitting her throat and wrapping her in plastic for the disposal guy that my client used. I always insisted that I was more than capable but it was his preference to go this route which was not a problem. I Changed again and went back home to my basement room. I sat on my bed; my adrenaline was still pumping and began to pour the semen all over my body feeling its slickness against my skin. I played with my pussy remembering the screams of the bitch that was just sacrificed. I came and slept a devilish dream, who was going to be my next victim to slaughter.
So I decided this year in the spirit of the holiday season Terry would play the fury little thing in pink and lay eggs around in peoples yards for all the brats to find when they woke up. I got the idea when I was at the dollar store watching a bunch of idiots fumble and fight one another over stupid candy to stuff into their plastic eggs. Now normally I would encourage this kind of hatred towards one another but on a day like today I just wanted to get the fuck out of their after dousing the place with tear gas.
So I shoved some of the plastic eggs into my purse and walked out with the choice that I was going to fill these with something everyone could appreciate. I was sitting in my car holding one of them in my hand, it was so shinny and covered in the nastiest pink color you could find. I wracked my brain over what to put in them as I went to pull out of the parking lot only to be cut off by a dick wad in a green suv. That is when it occurred to me it is not so much what as who I should be stuffing this disgusting decorations with. Poor guy was about ready to be planted all around the town. So he pulled into the Floormart parking lot, no doubt in a hurry to pick up something for his little spawn he forgot to grab. I watched him stalking him from the aisle and was already at my car when he got to his which was next to mine. We were both parked at the end of the lot since the lot was stuffed. I pretended to act all damsels in distress like I could not get my trunk open. I poked my butt out for him to see and he took the bait fast like they always did. “Here let me help with that” He said winking at me and lifting the trunk lid. His wedding ring sparkled at me as to say ‘kill this cheating asshole’ And that was all I needed. I knocked him in the back of the head with my tire iron and shoved him in.
When I got home the prick was still passed out and I had to carry his heavy ass all the way to the garage. I tied him to a chair while I laid out layers of plastic to make clean up a little bit easier. Once everything was done I laid him on the floor and grabbed my jar with Curare in it and poked him with a needle and that on the tip. This was going to paralyze his voluntary muscles so I attached oxygen under his nose. I need him to be still for what I was going to do and quiet, but he needed to feel every second of it. I attached tourniquet to each of his limbs tightly. As they became purple I would saw through them one at a time and then cauterize them with my portable electric burner. He breathed heavily and his body became drenched in sweat. I took his leg in my hand and sat by his head, criss cross just like one of his brats would. I took a scalpel too it and began to knife down the skin ripping it. I would then take a shred of it ball it up and stuff it into the eggs. He tried to shut his eyes and I supper glued them upen and held them till they dried. I was even sweet enough to add eye drops. I continued the process of cutting his limbs and stuffing the eggs till all four limbs were done. 4 hours later I had grown bored. I grabbed his wallet and got his address. I took the two bags of egg and chopped off his head to come with me. I giggled; I had forgotten he was alive. Lol. Was.
I took him back to him house and set everything up. When his family woke up the next morning they would find his head in the basket on the porch and eggs of him spread up and down the street. I hope everyone has a memorable Easter this year. I really tried my hardest to make it one no one would forget.
I am a unique character. Do not get me wrong, there are those who are idiots and feel the world should know how dumb they are I but l am me. Every time I go out in public l can hear those pathetic maggots whisper about how scary I am. That’s right, be afraid of me! If I chose to I could slit your insignificant throats right now. Today I am shopping for the usual substances required to run a human body, Doritos, Mountain Due and pizza rolls. At the store there is always this real chipper house mommy who wants to preach the word of her worthless god to me, always so nice. I just want kill her firstborn to see if she still forgives then.
She keeps nagging me about teaching her how to make my “charms” look so realistic. She is of course referring to the teeth and other mummified body Parts that I adorn my body with. Have never lied to the stupid bitch I tell her they are real, l don’t think she quite understands that. And am sick of listening to her wrenched voice. So, it is now time to invite miss faithful to her very own lesson.) Told her (was going to teach her how to make earrings. Those should be simple for her to comprehend. I give her he address to what l call my shop. It is an old abandoned building that is on the outskirts of the warehouse district. Naive as she is she shows up, and opens the heavy steel door stepping inside.
“Hello” She calls into the building. Her voice echoed through it’s emptiness, or mostly empty I should say. My stomach began to fill with butterflies like when you meet a crush for the first time. She walked into the middle of the room where a single chair sat with two tables, one on each side. On the left hand side, and the first table that Dr.Dumbshit approached contained all the supplies to create my beautiful art. She picked up the various wires and smiled to herself. She slowly walked over to the right hand side table. This table she approached with caution; taking her hand out she lifted the corner of the white sheet that covered it. Under it were all the devices that I liked to use on my play things. The smell of dried blood filled both her nostrils and my own as I now stood behind her. She went to turn quickly bumping into me. I smirk at her ear to ear. “I know what you’re thinking,” I said to her with a sarcastic tone “what kind of a women doesn’t clean her utensils when she is done?” She mumbled and stumbled over her words trying to find a path past me to dark towards the door. “Now…T T Terry, ha ha, I get it, April fools. I’ll be on my way now, ha ha.” I stepped to the side long enough for her to take a half a hesitant step forward and then leaned into her ear and whispered “Then you better fucking run you fat ass bitch.” I followed this menacing advice with the evilest laugh a girl could give. She darted towards the door; I let her get about halfway before throwing a knife into the back of her knee. She instantly fell to the ground and tried to crawl towards her freedom.
I leaned down to her and dug my heal into the back of her hand, “Fucking cunt, too slow, I changed my mind.” She cried spastically, I could hardly make out any of her pathetic words. Her pants began to become soaked with her own urine as it pooled around her on the floor. “See I was going to let you go and then I remembered how eager you were for this lesson in crafting so I couldn’t let you down, thoughtful I know.” I chuckled at myself; I was such a sarcastic bitch sometimes. I stood up, my heel digging into her hand, she let out the bitchiest scream so I naturally reacted with a swift kick to her face. She whimpered trying to compose herself as I slammed the heavy door closed. I walked towards the top of her head and grabbed my hand into her brown overly permed hairdo. She continued to struggle as she dragged along the floor while I walked her to the chair. “I do not know why you are bitching so hard cunt, you wanted to know how this happened.You should be happy; I am doing you a huge favor.” I tied her into the chair and strapped her arms and head down. Prying her mouth open I pulled out all of her teeth. She screamed so hard, I laughed. I shoved a sock back into her mouth and went over to the table to craft her bloody teeth into earring. I went back over to her and showed her them. She screamed past the blood soaked sock in her mouth. “Let’s see how they look, shall we?” I studded her sitting on her lap in the chair. I removed the ugly gold earring from her ear and looked at her in disgust. “Clip ons? What the fuck bible humper. That is okay I will pierce them for you.” I grabbed my scalpel from the table. Blood was thick and dried all over it. “Now hold still you dumb bitch” I held her ear out and stick out my tongue a little as to keep my hands balanced. “one…two..” She squinted her eyes and SWINK “Oops I seemed to have cut your ear off…” I shrugged my shoulders as she squealed trying to shake her head that was strapped in place. I held out the other ear still attached to her head “Guess we better make it even then.” I removed it shoving one earring into each of the voids where her ear used to be attached. “Those look beautiful!” She started to seize and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. She shook and convulsed and a liquid rose from her nose. “Oh look you are choking on your own vomit.” I giggled slitting her throat. The blood sprayed across my face. It was warm. I stuck my tongue from my mouth tasting it. MMMMmm “Whelp,” I began to talk to myself. “Looks like you will have to stay here till I get back; I need to finish my shopping.” I removed my clothing changing into a fresh pair I brought with me leaving her dead body, blood draining onto the floor. I would come back later to clean up her mess. Now it was time for pizza rolls.
