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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?

 

 

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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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.

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.

Feeding the sharks

killer phone sexThis bitch was seriously the biggest fucking pain in my ass ever! Usually when I abduct some fucking whore I expect them to fight back and protest but Jesus fucking Christ this one took it way too damn far! She actually almost got away from me can you believe that shit? I wasn’t going to take any chances after that, I hit her upside the head with a lead pipe and once she was safely knocked the hell out, I hogtied that bitch and dragged her out to my trunk because we were going to take a little ride. I wanted her in the middle of the ocean, where no one could hear her screams, no one would see me throw her in, no one would bear witness to this depraved act but me! Plus I knew the perfect spot to dump her when I was done with her, the sharks are everywhere there and I knew they would eat any evidence I threw at them. The look on her face when she woke up was priceless, she was shocked to be tied up, spread eagle, on the deck of my boat and when I cam towards her with my big shiny knife in my hand she started to scream. All I could do was laugh at her pitiful attempts to get help, there was no one around for miles so I was the only person that could hear her screams. The best pert though was at the end, I brought her near death but didn’t kill her, I saved her for those hungry sharks. There were several swimming right next to my boat and when I threw her overboard she didn’t even have a chance to scream before they were all over her. I rubbed my sopping wet cunt while I watched them eat her and came harder than I ever have before, I will definitely have to do this again!

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Taboo phone sex

 

I’ve known this bitch for 4 years. Four agonizing bullshit years. She’s an ex of one of my Fuck buddies and she’s the current girlfriend of one of my best friends. She’s a backstabbing, two faced, lying stupid bitch. You know, I am too, but at least I admit it. The other day I decided I just could handle no more. The dumb cunt thinks we’re friends, so I invited her to the bar. We had a few beers, a couple last laughs. She sang karaoke and it made me realize I wasn’t doing this just for myself, but for every poor fucker that ever had to hear her sing! We headed out to the car for a celebratory smoke when she was done her God-Awful song, and as I passed her the joint, I laughed. She looked at me curiously and when I didn’t explain myself, she asked what was so funny. “You know,” I chuckled. “I’m really going to miss this.” I felt a tingling in my loins as I said this and realized I was soaking my panties through to the driver’s seat. “Are you moving?” she asked, with so much desperation in her voice that I almost changed my mind about what I was about to do.

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She smiled a crooked little smile with her jagged yellow snaggle teeth that immediately reinforced my decision. I took a hit as I took the switchblade from the center console. I passed her the doobie, gripped the steering wheel and silently came so fucking hard, just looking at the fear in her eyes. “You’re a shit mother, Fawn.” I told her as I pressed the cool blade to her throat. “you treat your kids like garbage and your boyfriend even worse” I started slowly dragging the blade towards myself, digging into her warm clammy skin. I’d just sharpened the blade today and I saw a thin line of blood coming from her. I was so wet. “Hand me the j or I’ll stab you in the fucking eye” She did as I asked and I inhaled, holding the smoke in for a short moment. I leaned over as if to give her a kiss, and my hand pushed the blade into her jugular. I slowly breathed the smoke into the wound, licking the blood afterwards.

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It was coming fast and in beautiful rhythm. “You’re a two faced lying cuntbag” I whispered into her ear. I brought the knife to her heart and plunged it in. “you disgust me, Fawn. You think you’re so much better than everyone.” Twisted the knife. “But you know what, bitch?” I stabbed her in the chest, “You” in the throat, “ain’t” in the cunt “shit” I fucked her in the twat as I continued lapping at her blood. “Any last words?” The life was quickly draining from her eyes, as fast as the blood was draining from her limp body. Her throat gurgled with bubbles of blood. I laughed. “No, then?” She whimpered one last time and slumped down in the passenger’s seat. I grabbed her tongue from her still warm mouth and slipped it out between her lifeless lips. I fingered my pussy, thinking of how I’d ride that stiff tongue after the rigor set in. I came hard and fast, squirting hard and sucking more blood from her wounds. I put the blade in my pocket, got out of the car and slammed the door. I’d figure out what to do with the body later.

Right now, “Helter Skelter” was calling my name from the stage.

Bloody Fun with Razor Blades

mutilation phone sex knife playI have a fascination with sharp objects. Knives are my favorite, but recently I developed an obsession with razor blades. Now I like inflicting pain; I am a bringer of pain, not a pain slut. I noticed this girl at my coffee house, trying to hide her arms. I grabbed her by the arm, pulled up her sleeve and could see she was a cutter. I don’t personally get cutting yourself. Cutting others is so much more fun. But I figured if she did not value her body, why should I? She would be the perfect subject for my foray into razor blade fun.

I didn’t have to stalk her or anything. Just followed her home, pushed my way into the door behind her.  I gave her the you should respect your body speech. Then added, “Since you don’t, I’m not gonna either.” Skinny little cunt too. I bet if she cuts herself, she starves herself too. So young to be so fucked up already. She was about to have a come to Venus moment. I tied her to her bed spread eagle. Circled her for awhile. She had no fight, no apparent will to live. Just pathetic. Even when I laid out my razor blade collection before her, she still acted like this was just her destiny.

snuff phone sex bloody teenNever as much fun as when they struggle; she had pissed me off now. I was going to enjoy slicing her flesh. I was going to make her “GOREgous.”  I used the small blade first to slice her flesh all over. Thousands of little flesh wounds. Nothing that would snuff her out, but just turn her body a nice crimson red. I got turned on seeing the blood trickle out of her. I couldn’t help but play in it like I was finger painting. I love how blood feels on my flesh. Someone else’s blood of course. It’s hot, sweet and sticky. She was whimpering, but still not what I was hoping for. I needed to step up my game. It was now a challenge to make the slut hurt. All that cutting made her impervious to the pain I had inflicted thus far.

I got out a bigger razor blade and sawed off a few fingers. She was such a waif. Seriously, this bitch served no other purpose then to snuff her out. Not fat enough to eat her; would take months to plump her up. Couldn’t sell her into the sex slave trade as she wouldn’t even scream, and guys want a bitch to act like they hate it or love it, but not just lay there like a dead animal. Her only purpose was to be my experiment. Help me hone my craft. Entertain me with her blood.

snuff porn mutilationI managed to  slice off her long boney fingers with not too much trouble. Ended up breaking off a few fingers that were not cutting smoothly. The closer to the base of the hand you saw, the thicker the bone, thus harder to saw. Thankfully the bitch had brittle bones. I was still somewhat unfulfilled. I sliced off a bunch of fingers, cut her a thousand times, and no real struggle.  I was going to get my fight.  I told her I was curious how a razor blade would slice an eyeball. That got a reaction from her. Maybe the cunt did want to live. I straddled her bloody body, forced her eyes open and began slicing the pupil. Blood trickled at first, but the deeper I pressed the blade, the more the blood spewed out. Have you ever sliced open an eye? It is really cool. Finally, she struggled. I guess this was pain she could not endure. Now we had a party. I was so turned on, I rubbed my pussy all over her bloody torso until I came.

bloody phone sex snuffI sliced the bitch’s eyes out. Cut them clean out of their sockets. They felt like mushy grapes in my hand.  Funny, she was crying ,and tears and blood still ran down her face even though I was holding her eyes in my hand. Sinew was hanging out of her orbits. She was covered in blood.  Bloody fucking  GOREgeous to me. I told her I could make her famous . I took all sorts of pictures of her in various stages of death and dismemberment.  I carried her to her bathroom. If she ate a fucking sandwich on occasion, she may not have been so easy to carry. Made her suck on a lollipop that had a razor blade in it so I could see her slice her tongue too.

I left her in the tub. Covered in blood, her eyes on the edge of the tub so she could watch herself die. I took a few fingers as souvenirs, fed a few to her bird. Might be awhile before anyone finds her. Didn’t want the poor bird to go hungry.  I do have a conscious.Maybe I can make you GOREgoeous, or some one you know? I need more practice with these razor blades, although I do seem to be a natural.

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Whatever You’ve Got

torture sex kaliI was minding my own business on campus a couple days ago. My phone rang and “DADDY” flashed across the screen. “Hi Daddy!” I answered “Hi Princess” he said. He actually sounded sober. “How’s about me and you grab some lunch, a Daddy daughter date?” “I’ve got 40 minutes til my next class” “Sounds perfect. Meet me out front in 6” Sure enough, six minutes later on the dot, Daddy pulled up in his work truck. “Subway okay?” “Sounds great Daddy!” We stopped and went in. Daddy ordered some manly sandwich and I ordered an oven roasted chicken breast with all the vegetables besides jalapenos. I started to order my usual Diet Coke but my dad reached his hand out “Just water for the little lady, please” Weird. Oh well. We ate our meal and caught up. I looked at my phone. “We’ve gotta get back, dad” “Oh, alright” We jumped in the truck and he drove…past the school….to his construction site. Fuck fuck fuck not again. We got out and his buddies rushed me, showering me with kisses and compliments. I acted flattered but was really truly terrified. As I dutifully flirted with the men, I saw one out of the corner of my eye coming up next to me. I felt an agonizing pain in the side of my head and promptly passed out. When I woke up, it was dark. I was in the bed of a truck, and I hurt. Oh my god I hurt so much. My cunny burned, like I’d been fucked hard, and my side ached so much. I put a hand to my side, right above my hip, and raised my hand to my face. Spunk and blood, mixed together in a strawberry cream pie…but why was it coming from there?? I succumbed to the pain again and passed out. I awoke to a man lifting me up and throwing me effortlessly over his shoulder. I smelled Daddy’s familiar scent and asked what was going on, why was there so much blood, why does it hurt so much? He gently laid me down in bed and covered me up. “Daddy and John have a gambling problem, hun” “I know that, Dad. But what…” he nodded to his truck, which we could see from my bedroom window. It was backed up to the window with the tailgate down for ease of getting me out, and it was then that I noticed the cooler. “Good price for human kidneys, Kali” My jaw dropped. “But this wound, daddy. So much…” he laughed “All the men on my crew, their wives are snooty bitches. Don’t put out but for 2 days a year. None of them can resist a good hole when they see it”

Becka’s Bloody Ass Rape Porn

ass rape porn titleWhen I met Becka and she told me about her “little secret’ my cunt exploded! This little whore thinks she is a real pain slut. She claims to love the pain of being cut and watching the blood drip down her arms and body. She claims that she cums the hardest when pain is being inflicted upon her. I have just the thing for her. I am going to film a sweet little porn. I am going to bring a new meaning to the term ass rape  for her and she is going to bleed like she never has before!

I had everything set up in my basement . She was about to get everything she asked for and more. The cameras were set up. The knives, scalpels and razor whips were all in place. The restraints had been checked and double checked.

She walked in looking all slutty in her skimpy little mini skirt. her makeup done to perfection. I could imagine that make up running down her tear streaked face. In fact I had an extra special surprise for her.ass rape porn becka

While she was telling me all about how her dad had no fucking clue about her ” dark and twisted” side, she said he would have her locked in a convent if he ever found out. So what better accomplice to have for the filming of this bloody ass rape porn party then my friend Francis? Also known as Sister Mary Francis. She was once a nun and still has and wears her habit for twisted fun.

She is going to be the star sadistic in this porn. Next to me, no one inflicts pain and is so warped and fucked up as Francis.

Walking Becka to the basement, my cunt is alive and on fire. I know what is waiting in that basement of mine.

I will leave what happens to your imagination until I post the video on line, at which point you can view it yourself and jerk your cock to the carnage.ass rape porn francis

Movie Night

Snuff MoviesI think each and every one of us have a favorite all time movie.  Mine is a bit more…brutal than most.  My favorite film of all time is one that is entitled “A Serbian Film”, some of you may have seen it, and if not then perhaps you should.  This is about as close as you can come to having a movie about brutal, violent, gory, tortuous, vile sex that you can get.  It’s my go to snuff movie for inspiration.  This movie also has the distinction of being banned in not one, but four countries. 

There is so much depravity in this film that I come away from watching it feeling almost giddy.  I have never been full on giddy in my life, so that should tell you how much this movie is fucked up.  There is a plot to this movie, albeit stupid, but a plot none the less.  Just like you do not watch regular porn for the story line, you do not have to watch this one for a story line either.  The way it is shot is visually assaulting.  Beautiful, simply beautiful.

The next time you have your lady of choice over for a romantic evening.  Pop in this movie in the Blu-ray, and perhaps you can try to outdo the scenes in the movie.  I will leave you with my favorite line from the movie and it comes at the very end when one of the men filming the whole thing unzips his pants and heads toward three dead bodies, as he is doing so  the director says, “Start with the little one!”

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