When she called me sobbing because he cheated all I could think about was fucking him up for her. Instead she made my cunt tingle with delight when she told me she wanted sweet revenge and she wanted my help in administering it. He had no clue that she had found out. She wanted to poison his food and watch him die slowly looking at her as she told him why he had lost his life. But I had a better, more evil plot in store. After all revenge is a dish served cold, ice cold. We talked about my idea and she loved it. The crying stopped and she began laughing. And evil, sadistic laugh that told me she was ready I invited them for dinner that night and got him very tipsy. After dinner she took him to the guest bedroom for “dessert” Once they were naked and she was ridding his cock in a grudge fuck that had her in a frenzy, I entered to room. He thought he had just got lucky and was going to get both of us. I took off my clothes and took out the huge ice pick. While she rode him, cussing him out and telling him what a low life he was I began stabbing him all over his abdomen and chest, careful not to hit any vital organs. The look in her eyes as she watched his face twist in agony, his eyes wide with disbelief and fear, was enough to make me cum. When she screamed she was going to cum on his cock and it would be the last thing he remembered, I raised the pick and drove it deep into his throat, his blood spewing all over her naked body and her cum flowing all over his dick. There is no vengeance like a woman scorned.
Category: Accomplice phone sex
Sweet Revenge
It was so easy
It was easy to lure this little family in, they were so desperate for help…living in their beat up minivan. No one will be missing this homeless family. It was as simple as telling them they could stay in my home while they got back on their feet. They were so happy and grateful so they just followed me home with their two little brats in tow. I had called up a couple friends to help me in the destruction of this family because I certainly couldn’t take them all out by myself, and plus it would be cruel not to share the fun with my friends who are into these type of things… like I am. I bet you’re getting hard already, just reading this, wishing you had been there to take turns torturing, fucking, and humiliating each and every one of them. Don’t worry…there are more pathetic people out there that no one will miss that we can get our hands on together. This family though… they were especially fun. The Mom tried to trade herself in exchange we let her husband and little brats go… ha! How noble of her, but when she said that I just HAD to make sure she got the worst punishment of all. I watched as her clothes were ripped off of her, as she was smacked, punched and kicked. I smiled and laughed as the tears ran down her bloody face. I started to get nice and wet as I saw all my friends forcing their cocks in each and every one of her holes. She was trying so desperately to resist but her ass and pussy were already full of rock hard cock and she was already choking on the dick pushed to the back of her throat! And you can’t even imagine what we did to the rest of them!
Snuff Porn Shot In A Hospital Makes For Lots Of Bloody Rooms!
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.
Souls Cry out within the Bloody Room
Alone in the bloody room with closed eyes.
Afraid to look ahead,
Afraid to look behind.
I fear that death has come for me.
My end is near.
No one hears my pleas.
So I lie here waiting, my breath abating.
My heart still beating.
Splattered in red,
that comes from me.
Evil is here.
It won’t let me be.
The knife twists deeper
and still I bleed.
And into my cunt,
he pumps his seed.
I pray to heaven
that I die tonight.
That my end is quick
and the light is bright.
Cause alone in the dark is no place to die.
Left here to rot
until my bones are dry.
Evil is near.
Her name is Natasha.
If she catches you,
the devil has gotcha.
Run for your life,
girls and boys.
Cause you are nothing to her
But pretty fuck-toys.
Taboo Phone Sex Slut!
This fucker has been fucking me and some other bitch as well. It’s not that I am jealous, but I don’t let any swinging dick lie to me without punishment. So I told him to come fuck me that night and of course he was late because he was with the other bitch. I sucked his dick when he arrived, pretending not to smell the stench of that whore’s pussy still on his dick. I sucked him and fucked him for hours and then he fell asleep. I took my knife and put it on the stove to make the blade burning hot. I then cut his nuts off in his sleep. As he lay there screaming holding what used to be his sack I slapped him and told him that his dick was mine, and he disobeyed sharing it. He screamed and cried and apologized like a little bitch. It was pathatic. I shoved my knife in his voice box just to shut him up. Its bad enough he was dumb enough to lie to me, he was a weak bitch also. But to be so pathetic! Be gone..Bitch!
Room For Rent
I need to make some extra money so I decided to rent out my extra room. It is advertised as a lovely room with a view that is well decorated and affordable with all utilities included. All true, it is a lovely room and the view is a beautiful brick wall that has filled in the only window. The scheme of the room is blood red and white. I have had five people come to look at it so far. Of course once I collect the rent, they add to the blood red decoration for the next tenant. They will never use any of the utilities…..and they will never leave their new accommodations. Not only have I made some pretty good money, I have kept a hot, wet pussy while enjoying snuff, torture and violence thanks to them. Come on over and take a look at the room. In this case vacancy is a relative term…there are several lifeless occupants, I would love to add a few more. Will you be next?
That’s what happens when you piss me off!
I seriously had no plans to completely destroy someone’s life today… that is until this dumb motherfucker pissed me off! This couple had no idea that once they cut me off when I was driving earlier that I was going to follow them home and proceed to make their life absolutely complete hell. All I had to do was knock on the door and they were so kind to let me right in. I called a buddy of mine to help me with today’s new toys. He was there in no time, binding them up tightly to ensure they won’t be going anywhere. The girl was really losing it, but all I could think about how great it was going to be to cut her pretty little throat, to watch her eyes go wide as he forced his cock into her unwilling pussy. I love to make them cry, and her bitch of a boyfriend was crying just as much as she was! Truly hilarious. I have a special surprise for him too…we can’t possibly let him get off without us having our own fun with him just as much. I’ll be fucking him in the ass with a big fat dildo, but then switching to something far more painful. Perhaps the knife I just used to slit his darling little girlfriend just moments before. I am sure he will appreciate the lube I put on the knife for him… warm and sticky – I’ll ask him how he likes the way his girl’s blood feels. I’m sure he can’t focus on that when he feels this sharp blade cutting him wide. His girl is so scared! She keeps whimpering as my friend fucks her and holds her dead to watch…but she’s losing blood so quickly I am sure she won’t last long enough to watch him enjoy our fun.
Incubus Impregnation
On my latest adventure I found an old mansion. It was neglected, everything covered in dust, smelling of musk, death and desertion. Looking at the stairway which was once so obviously grand in it’s deteriorated state sent shivers up my spine and an electricity straight to my cunt. It was deliciously eerie. I felt a presence in the air and I was drawn to this old place. I was tiered and decided to grab the blanket from my car and the basket of food and sat on the old stair case enjoying my meal. The ambiance in this old place had me horny as hell and I couldn’t help using the empty wine bottle to fuck my wet pussy on the stairs. Satiated and full my eyes fell heavy and sleep overtook me. That is when I felt the evil incubus of the manor. His spirit heavy pressing against my body, I could smell the stench of his breath close to my face and the cold chill of his member pressing into my cunt. His weight paralyzed me, not with fear, but with an exhilaration that comes from experiencing pure evil. I hope he impregnated me with his evil seed…
Bad Seed Snuff Porn: Bye Bye Mommy
As little ones, we are force fed obey your elders, respect you parents. It’s bullshit. Not all parents are created equally. Not all mothers deserve to live. My mommy dearest was a strung out welfare whore who cared more about her next fix and her next check than she did clothing and feeding her brat. I saw the Bad Seed as a wee one and it excited me that someone so young and angelic could be a murderous little brat. She was my hero.
I plotted my mother’s demise for years. Then one day the opportunity presented itself like a gift from God. She dragged me through the belly of the city late one night to score. I watched her fuck some gross old man up against a dirty alley wall for some money to give her dealer. We were in the subway and it was not very crowded. It was dark, dank and creepy. Like out of a horror movie. I saw a door past the subway car and I wandered off, hoping she would come look for me. The only folks in the station that night were hookers, johns and junkies. No one would remember seeing a little Goth girl.
I stood waiting for my cunt mother to come find me, half expecting she wouldn’t even notice me gone and thwart my evil plan. But she came yelling at me like a crazed junkie jonesing for her next fix. I stood there in the door frame refusing to come to her, until she was right next to me grabbing my arm. One shove with little hands and down went the junkie whore. As she bounced down the creepy old subway stairwell, I heard her cries. I heard her bones break. I heard her skull crush. I walked calmly down the stairs, getting aroused by the blood splatter until I saw her dead body. I took her cell phone, snapped a picture of her laying there broken, battered, bloodied and dead. My first kill memory. I took enough money to get home and left the rest.
Went back home unnoticed in the night, crawled into bed and slept like a baby knowing my worthless whore mommy was dead. Police ruled it an accident. Another dead junkie no one would miss. I went to live with my Uncle and his brats. Had a much better life. Grew up to be smart, creative and even more deadly. If you can kill your mother, you can kill anyone.
Stairway to Hell
I smiled to myself as I climbed the stairs. No one had lived here for so many years. The locals all believed it was haunted. They had no idea of the real horror here. This was where I brought my victims.
The stairs were rickety but still stable. They gave off this delicious creak that terrified the girls I kept trapped upstairs. When they heard the creak, they knew that hell had cracked open and released me, and that I was coming to inflict pain and torture upon them. Even now I heard one of them moaning as she heard me ascend the stairs.
It was time for the oldest one to die and she knew it. She wailed as I uncuffed her from the wall. Her parents believed she had run off with a drug dealer many years ago. But all along she had been here, amusing me with her pitiful squeals and begging to go home. Her back was criss-crossed with scars, one eye was gone, and her pussy showed the mutilation that I loved to inflict.
“Today is your day, sweetie. Time to go.” I purred. “Home.” she whispered through parched lips. “No, honey. Today you get to die.” I laughed. I unchained her and took her by the hand. She panicked and fought. I wasn’t ready for that reaction. She kicked me hard and ran.
“You’ll never escape.” I screamed. I heard her feet hit the stairs as she ran like a panicked doe. Then I heard the sound of her falling. Yes, the stairs got them every time. They were alive and needed fed, too. As she hit the bottom and her head cracked open, I heard the stairs sigh as they sucked in the lifeblood pouring upon the floor. They became shiny and new again, their polished hardwood shining, the rotted runners brightly carpeted. I stroked the banister and heard the stairs answer in a creaking melody.
It was time for a new victim. I had one picked out already. The daughter of the town whore whom no body would miss. She was a beauty and I hated her already. Oh, the things I had planned for her. Maybe my Master would join us this time. He loved to fuck the new ones. And the dying ones and the already dead. He didn’t discriminate.
And when I brought them through that front door, the stairs would transform once again, to become the nightmare from which no victim would escape. And they would be waiting, for a taste of the blood.
Please let me be your accomplice as we finish this sinister story. There is so much pain that needs to be shared and so many victims who deserve to die. Let us ascend the Stairs of Doom and finish the work that I’ve started.















