Be Badder Than You’ve Ever Been

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My mother would always fuss with me about how I needed to stay away from bad boys and focus on myself. There was no way she was ever going to understand my need for bad boys, after all she did marry my dad and he’s a fucking square. I’m just way too wild to deal with someone like my father. We never got along, he was too stuck up to even notice half the things I did. When he wasn’t being a stuck up fart, he was locking me inside the house so I was forced to behave.

All of the crap my dad tried to hide from me is exactly what I went running to the moment I had the chance. I was always turned on my rough sex and most of my boyfriends were not the guys that you wanted to pick a fight with. I was always attracted to the mysterious ones with dark secrets. I dated this guy who would show me tapes of him raping women and forcing them to orgasm on him multiple times. My pussy would get so turned on by the way he would tie them up and give them so much pleasure. I’d watch his videos and enjoy myself with my toys, imagining that he broke into my place and choked me while I begged him to stop with tears in my eyes. Their cries would only make me want him more, I knew just how good he could fuck and these women had to be enjoying him at least a little bit. You can’t be bit cum all over him when he’s grabbing you so tight and fucking your pussy so hard with his big stiff cock. 

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I Wanna Be Your Bonnie, not Your Juliet

accomplice phone sex knife killerWhile my girlfriends were dreaming about having a Romeo and Juliet kind of love, I was dreaming about being Bonnie to Clyde. You see I suffer from hybristophilia, a strong attraction to bad boys. Not just any bad boy, but the criminal kind. Boys who love to kill, maim, torture and eviscerate others. I did not masturbate to movies like “The Notebook” or “Titanic.” What got me wet were films like “Hostel” and “Saw.”

I had this fantasy, I still do, of being a serial killer’s accomplice, girlfriend. Ted Bundy, David Berkowitz, Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy…these were the men I wanted to fuck. I had this elaborate fantasy life involving some of the most notorious serial killers in history. Fantasy #1: I witnessed Ted Bundy murder some of my sorority sisters. He sees me, with my hand in my panties, rubbing my clit, as he bludgeons to death my stuck up sorority sisters. Instead of killing me too, he realizes I am his soul mate. He kisses me with the blood of my sisters on his face, and fucks me on the bed where one of their dying bodies lay. We then go on a killing spree together, where he teaches me how to lure young stupid cunts into the car, and to their death.

killer phone sex snuff fantasiesFantasy #2: I meet Son of Sam Killer, David Berkowitz, at a satanic cult ritual. He teaches me how to shoot a 44 caliber Bulldog revolver. We go around NYC shooting people in the head that the devil tells us to snuff out. After every shooting, we fuck on the hood of the car that our victim is dying in, listing to the Partridge Family’s “I Think I Love You.” It’s our love song. We kill because there is no God, thus no need for guilt; and to celebrate our love. Blood gushing out of heads on to dashboards while I watch and fuck makes me horny still.

Fantasy #3: I am a young hippie in a cult. Charlie Manson is my God, my lover. He takes me under his wing. Teaches me that war is the answer, but sometimes you need to kill to incite a righteous war. A war against greed and excess. Charlie teaches me how to find the worst offenders of avarice. We find a young couple living high on the hog while others are homeless. We massacre the family and fuck in the blood bath while singing “Helter Skelter.” People need to learn not to flaunt their excess.

Fantasy #4: I meet Jeffrey Dahmer while furniture shopping. We share a kindred fascination for flesh. He invites me back to his apartment for a very special meal. He gives me my first taste for human flesh. Even gives me cooking lessons. I lure a victim back to the house. One that has enough meat on his bones to sustain us both. As we celebrate the joys of cooking flesh, we fuck up against the stove, as a pot of soup bones boils on the burner. The smell of flesh falling off of bones gets my cunt so wet. Still does. Jeffrey makes me understand that I need to appreciate my kills, use all of the body. Eat the flesh, use the bones and skin for furniture. It’s really hot to fuck on a table made of human remains.

killer phone sex hybristophiliaFantasy #5: My parents hire John Wayne Gacy as a clown at my birthday party. Even at a young age, I am keenly observant. He is eyeballing my little brat of a brother. I don’t know how, but I understand that look. I go to his house one day, there is an intoxicating odor coming from underneath the house. John teaches me how to stalk young prey, lure them to my house, play with them, then snuff them out without needing to worry much about body discovery. I learn how to asphyxiate and strangle victims. Even though he prefers young boys, he fucks me from behind as I squeeze the life out of a little plaything with my hands.

My attraction to bad boys has served me well over the years. The many loves of my youth, have made me the sick, violent, twisted girl I am today. From each fantasy lover, I have learned things to make me the best kind of killer. The kind that goes undetected. From Ted, I got a love for blood and an appreciation for beating my victims to death. From David, I learned that there is no God, thus no heaven, so why have guilt? Plus, he taught me how to shoot a gun. A bullet to the head is a sexy quickie kill. From Charlie, I learned the best type of folks to kill. The self entitled assholes that get richer why the poor get poorer. Greed is a deadly sin after all. From Jeff, I learned that human flesh is quite tasty, and nourishing. And, I garnered an appreciation for using the entire body. I’m not killing for sport, but survival. And from John, I gained a love for killing the little ones. Using them for my pleasure, then snuffing them out. Added bonus, learning that lye can leave a body unrecognizable.

Hybristophilia makes me your perfect evil accomplice. I know how to kill in a multitude of ways. I love to stalk and select the right victim. I have an appreciation for killing all sorts of folks; I lack a true type. I know how to dispose of bodies. What kind of evil fun can we get into bad boy?

 

 

Join me on the dark side

blasphemy sexWhy don’t you come join me on the dark side, it’s ever so much fun here. I do whatever I want, there are no rules for me because I am ruler here. Now the lowly little sheeple I rule over may not realize yet that I own them but they will soon believe me. Just like the churchgoers I interrupted last night, they were busy singing songs to their weak, pitiful god when I walked in and made them shut the fuck up. They were shocked into silence when I walked in and shot their priest in the face, a few tried to grab at me but I just simply shot them and that discouraged the others from even trying. I made them preform the most depraved acts on each other before I locked them in just so that they would all know the worst sides of each other before their deaths. They were sealed in completely before I left, I made sure that no one would be able to escape then I set the building on fire and sat back to watch it burn. I guess I must be going to hell for sure now…

Punching Bag Hag

Violent phone sexHis fucking hands were so big!  I had to have him as soon as I walked into the bar.  He was with some other skank, but I’m the ultimate skank and she wasn’t dirty enough for him.  I could tell.  He called her a bitch a few times and she looked like she wanted to cry.  Stupid cunt, doesn’t she know that are terms of endearment?  I learned long ago that women who look like me should be used by men in what ever capacity they see fit to use us in. 

I had just had some candy in the car so I was revved up and ready for anything.  I went there looking for some pain slut fun, and if I could just get the idiot away from this huge guy I knew I would find it.  Fucking is secondary to me, I just want the bruises, gashes, welts, because that’s what gets me off. 

I stepped up to him and kissed him hard.  I spit in his girl’s face and he laughed.  I asked him, “Don’t you want to take out some frustration big man?”  He smiled and called me a few names, I just smiled.  He asked me if that pissed me off, I told him no, I like it.  Then I pushed his hand onto my tits.  His girl just sat and watched.  I asked him if he would like to step outside and teach me a lesson for being such a whore.  What do you know? He said, “FUCK YEAH!”

I’m not sure which punch made me pass out, but when I woke up by the dumpster I was sore.  I made my way back to my car, drove home and looked at myself in the mirror.  My pussy almost exploded!  I looked like the garbage I am.  I will have to go back to that bar again to see if I can be someone else’s punching bag hag for the night.

A Serial Killer is Born in a Blizzard

snuff porn evil dominatrixLast year my accomplice, my companion, my partner in crime, John and his daughter Amy, were driving to a concert in another city. The forecast was for a dusting of snow, but once we got on the road, it was obvious a dusting was now a blizzard. The roads were horrible. White knuckle driving.  John was going 35 miles an hour. We must have passed a dozen  cars off the road. I told him perhaps we should just pull over and wait it out. Amy had to pee, we were low on gas;  made sense to pull over. We were huddled in the backseat staying warm, when we heard a crash. A car had skidded off the road, smacked a tree.

We rushed out of the car to see if we could help. John was trying to call 911, but our cells were all dead. I told Amy to stay in the car. I knew there was a good chance there would be a lot of carnage by the look of the car. I was correct. Single male driver. He was thrown from the car. John was checking for a pulse. The guy was alive, but barely. He had to be in excruciating pain. His internal organs were spilled onto the snow. I felt bad, but I was turned on by the blood and sinew. John and I have a dark side, but the folks we stalk and maim, deserve it. We knew nothing about this guy. For all we knew he was a choir boy.

snuff porn tortureJohn knows me, he knew I was aroused. It looked like he was gutted. John was like, “He is going to die. No one will get here to save him.” This is what you call a crime of opportunity. I went to check on Amy, and to my surprise she was standing behind me, hands in her panties, filming the wreckage with her camera phone. So young, but sharing our love for blood and sinew, even pain. Not our pain, but pain of others.

Amy got closer, filmed the life going out of him. But she wanted more reaction from his eyes. John started pulling on his intestines. Literally, pulling all his organs out. He couldn’t talk, but you could see the pain in his eyes. Playing with his organs was the stuff  that sells snuff porn. This was real, raw, emotional. Amy was filming it all in awe. She liked watching him die. She likes seeing her daddy and I as angels of death. I took over the camera so Amy could play. She is a natural sadistic. Maybe a natural born killer. John and I watched her pull on his intestines, reach her hand into the gaping hole in his belly and gut him. That finished him off. We caught the whole thing on film. Amy’s first snuff film. Amy’s first kill. Perhaps it was more of a mercy kill, but it was still hot to watch such a young girl enthralled by death, curious about pain, with no quilt whatsoever about what she did. A serial killer was born in that blizzard.

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Forced Ass Rape Porn

I knew selling my body could backfire. But I didn’t know how bad it could be. I am so fucking horny all the time and I like rough men, so I should have known better when you told me you would triple my fee as long as I agreed to do anything you wanted. Something about your evil nature intrigued me, and I agreed. We arrived at your place and you had lingerie laid out for me. Red and black – seemed normal enough.

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As I got dressed in my outfit you bought, you began setting up a camera. I got nervous and told you that you couldn’t run video on us. You immediately turned around and slapped me so hard I fell to the floor. You said “Shut up you stupid whore,” and calmly went back to setting the camera up. I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak. My adrenaline was pumping and I didn’t know what to do other than get the rest of my outfit on. I stayed on the floor until you turned back around to me and told me to get up.

I stood up slowly, and you grabbed me by the hair and told me that you were making a movie and I was going to be your star. You told me you were sent to my city to make some ass rape porn and that my perfect ass was going to make you a very rich man. I tried to pull away, but you you yanked me down and made me suck your cock. I tried to get it as wet as I could because I knew you were going to be fucking my ass and I was guessing you would be taking it rough with no lubrication.

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Your cock was throbbing and it was so huge that all I could think about was the pain to come. You told me that I better put on a good show for the camera or you would snuff me out. You hit RECORD and I saw the red light turn on. Show time. You sat back and pulled me on top of you. Without wasting any time, you shoved your huge cock deep inside my tight ass. The pain took my breath away, but despite myself, my clit began to throb and I came uncontrollably. I rode your cock for the next hour as the red light on the camera blinked. We made an amazing movie that night… and I wonder if I will ever get to see it?  

Home invasion phone sex with Georgia

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Everyone should feel safe at home, I bet you do. I don’t normally because I never feel secure anywhere. Just when I started to actually feel safe for the first time in awhile I heard a lot of loud noises. It sounded like broken glass so I assumed a window was broken. I was right…
There they were, three guys in black ski-masks standing in front of my bed room. All I could think to do was crawl under my bed, but that’s never a smart place to hide. That’s where everyone checks first and that’s exactly what happened this time. One second I was staring at that their boots, hoping they wouldn’t find me and then suddenly I was being thrown onto my bed.
Even though I knew begging and crying wouldn’t stop them, I tried it anyway. They just ignored it and started cutting all my clothes off. I could feel the cold blade of the knife brush against my skin and I started to panic. That wasn’t even the worst part of it! Once they pulled their cocks out I knew what would happen next.
One of the masked strangers tied my wrists to my bed post and slapped me across the face. Then, he stuffed his big evil dick down my throat and told me to choke on it. While he was gagging me one of the other strangers shoved his throbbing prick right into my little asshole. My struggling only made it more exciting for them, I just couldn’t help it. To keep me still the third stranger ran his knife into my flesh. Any sudden movement caused the blade to draw blood.
In a matter of minutes I had several small cuts on my ribs, but by the end of the night I was covered in them. He must have loved the sight of blood because he shot his cum into my open wounds. Shortly after I felt cum shoot down my throat. As much as I wanted to spit it out, they warned me to swallow every last drop.
Once each of them had cum I thought it was over, but I was wrong again. They took turns beating, spitting, and pissing on me before they left. I don’t even remember falling asleep that night. I think one of them knocked me out when he kicked me in the face…

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Shark Bait

I should have known better than the stay too long on the island. I missed my cruise ship and was stranded in the strange little town in Mexico. I was standing near the port, frantic about what to do, when two guys approached me. They didn’t speak much English, but I was able to tell them that I had missed my boat and that I needed help. They showed me their boat, and from what I could understand they were offering to try to catch up to it so I could rejoin my cruise.  

They were looking me up and down in my skimpy bikini, and I could already tell that I was going to have to give them what they wanted if I was ever going to make it to my boat. But I had no choice so we climbed aboard and took off out into the ocean. As soon as shore disappeared, they were all over me. They stank of sweat and fish, and I figured this must be their fishing boat. They overpowered me,  stripping me down to nothing and fucking me like a dirty whore right on the boat deck. I tried to fight them off, but they held me down and made me their fucktoy.

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I kept trying to stop them and tell them to make sure we were headed towards my ship. They had stopped listening to me and I was terrified. They fucked all my holes, and I have to admit that there was something about these dirty raunchy fishermen that made my pussy throb. They manhandled me like I was nothing to them. And I was about to find out that I was exactly that. As they came all over me, I watched as they threw my bikini overboard. I screamed at them and told them I needed that – I had to wear something when we caught up to my ship.

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They didn’t pay me any mind, as one grabbed my arms and the other one grabbed my legs. I fought like crazy, but they were too strong. One grabbed a giant thick cloth sack and they started stuffing me inside! The harder I fought, the fater they got me in the bag. They brought it up to my neck and then tied rope tightly around my throat to keep it in place. I was so scared that I couldn’t even scream. They hoisted me up – my naked body totally covered with the sack – and took me to the edge of the boat.

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One of them drew out a blade and cut the side of my face, and then they tossed me overboard. I panicked and began flailing around, but to no avail. I hit the water and began to sink. My face was bleeding profusly under the water and I was drowning. I tried to hold my breath, and then suddenly out of nowhere I see a shark. It had smelled my dirty whore blood and come to finish me off. My eyes widened, and I tried to scream, my mouth filled with blood and water as the shark took all of me, head first.

Dead Weight On Board

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I felt so bad, because the choice was not mine to make. I was just the butler in this moment, but I wish I could have saved her. Master said if whoever didn’t fully satisfy would not make it back to shore. Even with me being his favorite black slave pussy, I was not even immune from his wishes. He was being unreasonable during this trip, he wanted everything within record time, he wanted us to come on demand and he was not in the mood for waiting.

I was right next to her when it happened. I promise that I tried to help her, doing everything I could to make sure that she came. I had my face buried in between her thighs and my fingers were deep in her ass but she just wouldn’t cum for me. I could feel his impatience rising, he grabbed my arm and pulled me from between her legs. He shoved his cock deep inside her pussy and fucked her hard trying to force her to cum, but she still laid there stiff as a board. It became clear to me that she wanted to die. What was even more jarring was that I had to be the one to kill her.

Hearing him say “Get rid of her” sent chills down my back, I just knew this moment would come. She didn’t look as strong as I did when I first got here. She was going to get her wish and I once again had to end yet another woman’s life. I hog tied her hands and feet together with weights attached to the end so she wouldn’t float back up. Right before I tossed her naked body over the edge, I was stopped so she could be fucked off the ledge and to her death. His cock bounced inside her as she hung over the ledge, once he came inside her I pushed her over the ledge and watched her body sink beyond view. 

Never Steal Another Man’s Bitch

killer phone sex bloody snuffMy son is very particular about who fucks me. He has no problem pimping me out, but it is usually for profit, to settle a debt, or for a special occasion to a best bud.  He was not at all happy to discover that a revival had kidnapped me, and was keeping me captive in his dungeon. For days, Master Roberto forced me to perform all sorts of sex acts on him. All the while taking pics and sending them to my son with messages like, “She’s my bitch now,” and “You can’t protect your women.” Their rivalry with women goes way back. I never liked him. Even as a little boy he was  a sick cruel fuck. I never told my son that once during a sleepover, he came into my room and violated my ass with a baseball bat. My son would have murdered him.

My son is smart, smarter than Roberto. Recognized the dungeon from the photo he texted him. He showed up to claim what was his, me. Roberto acted like it was all a joke. It may have been to him, but not to my son. My son swung a tire iron at his head, knocked him out, and grabbed his phone. My son’s hands covered in blood, he scrolled through the pics of Roberto forcing himself on me. He cut me down as I was suspended upside down. My son kissed me, then realized I had Roberto’s cum on my face. The fact that he came in and on me meant Roberto had to die. He violated his mother, a sin punishable by death in Italian communities.

I helped tie him up. My son drove us to the marina, where his boss keeps his boat. We borrowed it. Took that  boat out far enough that a body would never wash up on shore. This boat had a fishing plank, so my son made him walk the plank to his death. But to make it more interesting, my son cut off Roberto’s dick first. Let him get covered in blood, then stuffed his dick in his mouth and forced him off the boat. The sea was turning red with his blood. Schools of scavenger fish were circling him. Rumor has it that piranhas are in that part of the ocean. Regardless, he was gonna drown, bleed out or be dinner to the oceanographic life and never be a problem for me or my son again.

bloody phone sex killer fantasiesMy son and I watched him struggle, his head bobbing up and down for several minutes while the blood ran out of him, while he was dinner for the local wildlife. My son even snapped a few pictures of him drowning. My son kissed my forward and said, “You’re MY slave, don’t ever forget it,” or you will rest with the fishes too.