Ugh I hate fake ass bitches, honestly they should all just be killed. I’m as real as they come, I’m always very upfront about my love of killing and my lack of patience so why this bitch thought she could be my friend is really beyond me. She’s the type of bitch that is so sickly sweet to your face but talks all kinds of shit about you behind your back. That in itself is annoying as fuck but when she tried to fuck my man too? No fucking way was I going to let that shit go! I acted all nice and sweet to her, invited her over to have some wine and girl talk and she actually was dumb enough to fall for it. As soon as she showed up it was all over for her, I beat the shit out of her with my bare hands until she was knocked the fuck out then I stripped her and hogtied her. Then I invited all kinds of men over to fuck her… except for my man of course. They literally fucked that stupid fake ass bitch to death and I couldn’t be happier!
Category: Evil phone sex
I hate fake ass bitches
Gentleman To Sadist
I answered your ad for a date. Your profile was sweet with a tinge of rebellion in it. I liked your stats. Tall, built, and all around just a sexy motherfucker. We went to dinner and you were a perfect gentleman. I was unaware that when I went to use the ladies room you spiked my drink. As the night started to wind down I could feel the light heaviness in my head. I looked around and the room was spinning. I was drinking wine but I didn’t think this much. Being the gentleman you are you help me to your car and offer me your spare bed to sleep in. When you get back to your place your attitude changes. You become rough with me. Dragging me out of the car and throwing me on the bed. You rip off my clothes grabbing and pawing at my body. I mentally am fighting you off me but I can’t move a limb. I feel the cold air hit my body. I try to speak but all I do is drool and slur. You tell me you are going to fuck me for hours and when you get bored of me that is when you are going to snuff my life out. You start to kick and punch me and I can’t even defend myself. I can feel the pain everywhere and you don’t stop with your hits. My perfect gentleman turned into a sadist.
Wickedly Evil Ivy
Normal sex doesn’t do a thing for a girl like me. I was cut from a different kind of cloth. My cunt craves wickedly evil and just down right sadistic play. The louder you scream the wetter I get. I want to tie you up and torture your body for hours. I want to drag my nails all over your chest filling my fingernails with your skin and blood. My soft full lips long to lick the blood from your deep cuts. I want to bit your nipples until I taste your warm blood. I long to drag my teeth up and down the sides of your big hard cock before I bite down so hard and use my teeth to rip your hard throbbing cock off of your body totally castrating you. Feeling your big hard cock detach from your body makes my cunt squirt in pleasure.
Macey Is My Teen Rape Porn Star
She was my victim, a perfect blond for teen rape porn. I only wanted to make you happy. This evil accomplice had no Idea what I was working with when I slipped that liquid into her salted caramel latte. She was chatting with her friends and when I came to ask her if I could sit with them she looked at me in disgust. Little Bitch don’t she know I was wet and aching with the desire to tear her in little pieces. As Macey and her blonde curls stumbled to the bathroom her friends chatted and laughed, never paying attention to me sneaking behind her. I grabbed her mouth and bit her neck as she squealed into my palm. My blade at her neck, I whispered come with me. I thought the shivers were from fear but soon I would find out otherwise.
The van and you waited as I shoved her in. Her head bobbed as I put her a form-fitting latex outfit. I zipped up the crotch and made sure I had her pussy lips between the teeth of the zipper. Oh, how Macey moaned and her tears dripped down. The warehouse was cold and dark as You and I drug her out and pushed her to the floor. I was impressed as the equipment and cameramen looked professional. I started to feel uneasy as I realized these black me were here for more than production. I felt pain in the back of my head. and blackness descended upon me. I woke up beside Macey as she screamed and moaned with her bald pussy getting double penetrated by two meaty dicks. Only she seemed to be enjoying herself and I could hear the squish of her pussy juices. Her tits were black and blue and I was being force fed two black cocks. My pussy hurt so much as I was being hammered. I looked for you and you spit in my face and said this would just one of the snuff movies snuff movies Macey and I starred in. Each would be darker and bloodier. Just what had I got myself into.
Small Game Hunting
My Grandfather is the one who taught me how to hunt. He is also the one who taught me how to dress all manner of animals properly. I thank the Goddess for him every day. He also taught me how to stalk prey. How to use a bow, rifles, traps, snares, and various knives. He was a good, very strong man. I once saw him go after a member of Law Enforcement with a shovel. My Grandfather took no shit, nor were any fucks given by him. It is because of him that I am so proficient at what I do. When most girls were going to sleep overs, or playing with dolls, I was with him. I was sharpening his blades, cleaning his guns, practicing my marksmanship, and stalking skills.
The best part of hunting was when Small Game Season started. I would spend many cold months out with him hunting rabbits, squirrels, and other tasty things. My very favorite part was when he would hit something but he wouldn’t kill it. We would send the dog in to retrieve it, the retriever would place it gently at my Grandfather’s feet. If it was still alive he would say, “Indi? What do we do?” I would pick up the animal. I will never get the smell of a feral animal out of my brain, or the sight of it’s eyes, looking at me, it’s heart beating fast beneath it’s still warm soft body.
I would hold it up by it’s scruff, then place my one hand below it’s neck, then the other under it’s face, and twist. Sometimes I would have to do this a few times, because I was small. Have you ever heard a rabbit scream? If you have you will never forget it. When it’s head was finally hanging like a rag doll to the side of it’s body my Grandfather would smile and tell me that I did a great job.
I still go small game hunting. The smells are different, it is more like warm sun kissed skin mixed with soap, or salt from tears that have stained it’s face. They are still soft, they still have big eyes that look up at you, they still have the rapid heartbeat, the only thing that has changed is the scream. It is louder now, but I love that, don’t you?
Snuffed out
I was blind folded and my hands and ankles were zip tied. I didn’t know where I was, but I wasn’t alone. I felt my jeans pulled down and my shirt ripped off, exposing my naked body. Rough hands pulled at me and slid across my skin. Every time I tried to move, it was met with a hard punch or slap. The hands tugged at the cheeks of my ass and I felt a rough finger poke at my rosebud. I heard a deep voice say, “Let’s get you loosened up down here.” A moment passed and I felt something sharp poking my asshole, just lightly grazing it at first, but then in one swift movement a knife was jammed into my tight asshole. I screamed in agony and the faceless attacked just laughed. He stuck his cock into my bloody and ripped asshole. The knife had cut me from my asshole to my pussy, leaving a wide open gash and creating one bleeding and bloody hole. He fucked me as I screamed and I felt cold hands tightening around my neck. With each thrust, he tightened his grip until he choked me out and then continued to fuck my dead and lifeless body. I was already starting to grow cold by the time he came.
Choke on Daddy’s Cock
Daddy got really drunk last night after the super bowl. He came stumbling into my room and demanded I suck his cock. I got down on my knees and started to suck and stroke him, but that wasn’t good enough. He was drunk and pissed that his team lost, and he wanted someone to take out his anger on. He slammed my head down onto his cock until he was balls deep in my mouth and blocking my airway. I tried to pull away and struggle, but he slugged me across the cheek. My eye swelled up and I could feel blood trickling down my neck. He continued ramming my head down onto his cock by holding each side of my head in his hands and slamming it up and down. I couldn’t breath and ended up vomiting all over his cock and the front of my chest, but he didn’t care. He didn’t release me until he came. He hit me again for puking on him and made me clean it up. My nightgown was covered in puke and I couldn’t see out of my eye, but I managed to clean up the mess I had made before he got angry again.
Strangulation Phone Sex
Strangulation phone sex fantasies consume me. I am an erotic asphyxiation girl. I get a rush from blocking my breathing as I masturbate. I am often found with purple rings around my throat. I use scarves, ties and belts, whatever I can to get that euphoric feeling before I orgasm. Last night, I wanted something more, so I went to an asphyxiation club. It’s an underground club only. The patrons are vetted by the owner to keep out criminals and cops. I found this one guy who made my cunt wet with a glance. He put his hand around my throat like I would a big fat dick. He wanted me to know he could crush my larynx with a squeeze. He was the one. We got a private room. He chained me up and put a vibrator on my clit. Holy fuck that vibe was moving a mile a minute on my clit. It was hard not to just cum then. He could see I was near orgasm and he tightened his grip. It was such a tight grip that I passed out. I woke back up with him skull fucking me. His hands still around my throat, I was struggling to breathe again. This time the orgasm was his. He dumped a huge load in my mouth, then tossed me across the room. He was done with me. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were blood shot and my neck purple. I’m so glad this club is here. Makes erotic asphyxiation hotter with a partner.
Fantasy Rape
Tony dropped by unannounced like he always does. He sneaks into my house usually at night time when I am asleep. He likes the forced rape fantasy and wants to play it out as legit as possible. I love a good beating but I also like to fight back. Ya know make the man work for his prize. Tony wants me to fight back. Our limits are there are no limits. He can do whatever he wants to get me under control and I can fight back any way I please. We never play it out the same way twice. He is never gently and I fight back as hard as I can. I even bit his dick once and he took his gun and knocked me over the head with it knocking me out. Tony makes me squirt my cunt juices hard across the fucking room every fucking time.
As You Ordered
I have exactly what you asked for. Big tits, long hair, big eyes, unmarred skin. It took some doing finding someone their age without any type of blemish to their skin, but I managed. I always do. I have kept her safe and sound in the root cellar of a neglected property that you own just as instructed to do. You are paying me a good sum of money to have her ready for you and I always give my clients the upmost customer service.
The other thing you wanted was for her to be mentally broken. It has taken me a long time to do so, but she is now ready. You didn’t want her broken so that she will be complacent, not at all. You wanted all humanity stripped from her so she is more feral, you want her to put up a fight. This is why the length of time has come into play. This is something that doesn’t happen in a week, a month or even a year. Many years have gone by, each month I would see your payment hit my bank account and I would continue her ‘training’.
Now she grunts, eats off the floor, shits in the corner and never ever leaves the room. I don’t even speak to her. At first she would beg for me to say something, anything at all, and the tears, dear Goddess those fucking non-stop tears. If you weren’t giving me so much money I would of stomped her head flat just to get them to stop. However, now, she has forgotten what human words sound like. Her living space, or existence space, since what she is doing is no where near what we consider a life, is dark, quiet, and lonely. When you reach out to her she pulls away, only to hiss at you as a warning to stay away.
She smells like sweat, piss, shit and dirt. All in all she is a truly pathetic sight. Now that the last payment found it’s way into my lovely hands I will stop by your place of business later in the day and drop off the key to her room. She is ready for you to do with as you wish, and if you would be so kind as to tell me exactly it is that you do for her I would genuinely love to hear the details, and if you ever need me again, you know how to reach me.