We knew this camping trip would always be a memory. What we did not know is how we would remember it. We went back to his home state and it had to be during this damn storm. I am so happy we brought someone to eat. We had hoped we were going to be able to actually hunt her in the woods. The storm changed that. We were snowed in and stuck in this cold cabin. We had left overs from our last hooker we slowly roasted over a nice hot fire. I loved making this bitch eat meat off of a burnt hand. Her tears made my pussy wet and his cock hard. I love being his accomplice in this dirty life we live. Something about the snow and our still living meal made me so fucking horny. We started fucking in front of her. Listening to her scream and beg for help as he slammed his cock in and out of my tight juicy pussy made me cum so fucking hard. After we fucked we were heated and ready to fuck this bitch up. I stripped her down as he got a boiling hot bath ready for her. I started cutting her hair off and shaving her body. We wanted her to be nice and clean before we seasoned her body. We wanted her to be as calm as she could be. We waited for the water to get to the perfect temperature for her. We wanted her stress and worry to melt away with the warm water. We got her out of the tub and onto the table. Poor thing fell asleep after we hit her on the head. She never saw it coming. We rubbed her clean body with olive oil, we got every inch and curve on her body. We lightly covered her with Salt and Pepper but there was one thing missing. We needed her filled with his warm yummy cum. As I helped him guide his big thick cock into her tight ass she started to wake up. Begging him to stop, begging us to let her go. Her begging made him cum so hard inside of her. She was ready, ready to be slowly cooked. We watched her cooking over the fire in the big fireplace. We fucked as she cooked. We were snowed in, with a warm fire and enough food to last us for a few days.
Category: Evil phone sex
Killer phone sex solved all my problems
I remember my ex-boyfriend’s mother. I remember when she used to tell me she was just dying to be my mother in law and couldn’t wait to be a grandma. I smiled and tried to shrug it off for a while but this was a woman I couldn’t stand. I didn’t want her to be my Mother in law… I just knew she was going to one day push me to killer phone sex. I had enough of her telling me what to wear, how to clean, how to cook and how to spend my money. I was starting to wonder if she was going to tell me how to suck my boyfriend’s dick…mommy dearest had to go – and fast. I arranged a special day at her place where I was going to be helping her cook and bake and she was supposed to dye my hair. I let her do it all before I walked up behind her in the kitchen and stabbed the back of her head over and over again. It was a bloody mess but I had to make it look like more than that had happened there. I brought over some freaky and nasty friends that were going to help stage the scene and they fucked her lifeless milf body for good measure. I was found tied up and the murder was never solved and my problems were solved forever.
Blood Trails in the Winter Forest
I followed the trail of blood out into the snow. The bitch thought she could get away by chewing through her ropes. She didn’t realize that there was shattered glass on the floor and her cries had echoed through the basement. I laughed to myself as I let her run. Nothing but miles of woods out there. If frostbite and coyotes didn’t get her, I would.
She was one of those bitches that you just fucking hate. Perfect, rich, spoiled, driving a new Beamer that Daddy bought for her at graduation. Daddy couldn’t save her now. See, this pretty little slut fucked with the wrong girl. I was at a party with my BF, Brian. He was a classic bad boy with a eye for pretty blondes. He thought a bathroom blowjob wouldn’t hurt me. It didn’t. He died in a wreck that night. Bad brakes..hehe. But she knew that she did. I’d been in love with him. The way she looked at me and licked her lips when she came out of that bathroom haunted me. I decided to bide my time and make her life hell. I got her fired for drugs in her car. I killed her cat and left it on her porch. I hacked her email and sent ugly letters to her friends and family. I’m a cunning whore and revenge is a game. Finally, I stalked her to a club one night, drugged her drink, and then “rescued” her, telling the bartender that I would get her home safely.
She woke up beaten in my basement, stomp marks all over her pretty face. I had cracked a rib and slashed her tits. The pain was intense despite her hangover and she moaned loudly….until she saw me. A shriek stopped in her throat and she knew she was dead. I laughed as she whimpered, leaving her to wonder how and when. Poor pretty fool figured she could escape. She was so very wrong.
She’d been wandering in the woods for over 3 hours when I found her. She had bled profusely. Her bare feet were frozen solid as were the tears on her face. There was a gaping wound on her thigh where a timber wolf had attacked her. You could see meat and bones and I knew the pack would soon be back. “Please, help me.” she mouthed. I laughed an evil laugh that echoed through the frozen forest. I turned my back on her and walked away. As I exited the darkening woods, I heard her desperate scream. It was the cold and lonely wail of a walking dead woman. The winter-starved wolves will feast tonight.
Gotta find some fun in all this cold!
It is fucking freezing outside, all this snow and cold is cramping my style yanno? Here I am stuck at home with my little brat of a niece and the only person around is my horny teen loving neighbor. Now, it has always easy to convince a guy like him to get all his rape fantasies out on some lil teen, but this guy was really surprised, shocked even when I offered him something that was even younger than he was expecting. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to convince him that this little one would be the one who needed fucking, who needed to be forced to do the nastiest things at such a young age. He was convinced when I started describing what her little cunt would be like – he couldn’t stop thinking about how tight and small it would be. Perfect stretching apart on his dick. The bald shiny lips just begging to be fucked wide open, raw and bleeding even as you pop her cherry. I want a little virgin, don’t you? Can you imagine how hot it would be to hold her down as she cries and screams and you make your cock go into that tiny itty bitty cunny. I know he wanted that thing all along and I am going to help fuck her, force her and get that rape fantasy going just like he wanted… even if he didn’t know that he wanted it!
Castration Phone Sex Purifies the Human Race
Castration phone sex is way more popular than you would think. That makes me giddy like a school girl knowing how many men out there can admit they don’t deserve to have their testicles. I’m not saying I liked the Nazis, but I appreciated their scientific experiments to preserve their race. I look at castration as a method of purifying the human race. We have to make sure that only the finest specimens reproduce. Sure there are plenty of worthless women out there that need sterilized or their twats stitched closed. But, it if we can prevent the dead beat dads, losers with tiny dicks, the stupid fucks, the trailer trash rednecks, perverts and annoying self absorbed tools from procreating, we can make the human race stronger, better. I am a firm believer that assholes breed assholes.
Take my latest victim for example. Tony has sired 14 brats. He pays for none of them, subsequently his baby mamas are draining our tax dollars living off of welfare because Tony lacks the manhood to take care of his brats. I got wind of this lothario through a mutual friend and paid him a visit. The conceited tool thought I was there to fuck. He was like “you really aren’t my type, but I can toss you a bone, bitch.” I laughed hysterically. He looked so perplexed until he saw my big ass knife. Now, normally with the more willing castration victims, I use a castration chair, maybe slip them a roofie to dull the pain, and I most definitely try to cauterize the wound so they don’t bleed out.
I could give a fuck if Tony ever took a breath again. I held the knife to his throat while I made him pull his pants down. I listed off a litany of reasons he didn’t deserve his balls. He thought it was all a joke. That one of his baby mamas was punking him, until I sliced his balls off. They hit the floor and looked like fish out of water. I stepped on his worthless nut sack with my high heels and squished them like a bug. Then, the fun part. I made him step barefoot on his own balls or lose his cock too. Of course after he stepped on his own worthless balls, I lobbed his cock off too. He shouldn’t ever fuck again. No woman, even ones I hate with a passion, should ever have to deal with this loser. I’m hoping he just bled out on the floor. I’ll take your junk too. I don’t even need a good reason.
Sexy calls with Rory
I had a very sexy call tonight with a man named Rory. He told me we could be a couple. That he thinks I am the one he could fall in love with. He is just like me. Sick and so fucking twisted. He told me how he was born just like me. Born with out feelings, born evil. We took a evil journey together. We found a slut walking down the street. One of those lonely loser girls, the one who could be missing for a few days and no one would miss her for days. We took her back to my house. We tied her to a chair and put hooks in her nose. We took turns farting in her face. Making sure she got the full smell of each nasty fart in her face. We farted in her face and mouth until she puked all over herself. We took turns pissing on her and making her our toilet. She is going to be our pet until she was boring. Then we would get rid of her together. I think he might be right.
I like to mix it up sometimes
Sometimes my regular torture techniques get really old and boring…I have to seek out alternative ways to fuck up the bitches that deserve it all. They are literally going to get the worst of the worst from me…My very favorite new torture? Ahh, the good old starving rat in a cage. They’ll claw and chew their way through your body to get to the food and you can do nothing but take it, deal with the pain. That’s what I want, to hear them scream and cry and beg for it all to end but not letting them get that kind of satisfaction. I want guys and girls to do this with a little sweet couple would be ideal. A stupid college couple that gets too drunk or is too stupid to be afraid of me and once they’re in my clutches they’re fucked…they’re mine to do whatever I want to. Mine to drain of their blood, ruin all their fuckholes and take all the pleasure as I watch the life drain from their eyes.
Classic Torture
Recording her torture in black and white is fucking classic. They know exactly how to mutilate her causing the maximum amount of pain and keeping her alive and feeling every second of it for the longest amount of time. Of course I have smelling salts and other ways to wake the bitch up if she passes out so that she can enjoy the slow and painful torture that we are dishing out. After all, I bought this one. She wasn’t abducted of the street. I am damned sure going to get my money’s worth and I am going to enjoy this over and over again for a long time to come when I watch the film I am making. I am thinking of saving a few prize pieces of her body as well to add to my collection. And if all goes well I am going to be able to finally make that drinking mug out of her skull. I have tried a couple of times and haven’t been successful at sealing the skull so it holds liquid but I think I have it down now and that hers will be the final one.
Violent phone sex with Morticia
I saw sweet Kali when she came to my house. Such a big mistake. Her pale skin and light brown hair turned me on. Her big innocent doe eyes told me everything I needed to know about her. She came right into my web. She walked in not knowing that if she was able to walk out. I was going to hurt her. Make her scream as I staple her pussy lips together and then rip them out. I want to make her cum over and over again until she fucking passes out. I want to hear her scream as I stick my fist inside her tight cunt. She will try to run but she is tied up. This bitch’s pussy will never be right again after I am done with her.
Destroying Subby Slut, Leah
I hated Leah the moment I met her. She was a pitiful little subby who claimed that she got off on being used. I wondered how true that was and last night I decided to find out. It was easy. I invited her over for a client of mine who was a domme. She looked so sickening as he ball-gagged her and fucked every hole, that I had to join in and give her some real pain.
Pushing him aside, I punched her in the face. “Untie her.” I ordered him. He knew better than to fuck with me. She hit the ground hard and I was on her, kicking her with steel toed boots. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. “On the table, bitch.” She whimpered as she climbed painfully into the table. “Spread those legs.” I ordered, reaching for a red-hot curling iron that I kept plugged in for the occasion. I rammed that branding iron deep into her subby cunt and she screamed in agony. He was jerking his cock in gleeful pleasure as I throttled her to silence the racket. “What should I do with her, Master. Kill her?” “Not yet, Nat. I haven’t had my fill yet.” His laugh rumbled like an evil hiss. Angrily, I grabbed a screwdriver and stabbed her in the chest, puncturing a lung. I laughed as her lung filled with blood, making her gurgle and wheeze, as the blood filled her mouth and drooled unto the table. I dipped my finger into it and sucked it clean.
“Damn, you got my cock hard, girl.” he muttered. “Make it happen.” Kneeling between her legs, he drove his massive fuckstick into her blistered pussy. She was screaming now and it wasn’t a subby scream anymore. It was one of pure pain and fear, which whetted my own appetite and juiced my aching cunt. “Do it, bitch.” he moaned, on the verge of explosion. I pulled her head back, revealing her rapidly beating jugulars. “NOW” he ordered. I pulled the blade across her throat, nearly severing her head, as her heels drummed on the table. The convulsing, contracting death twitch deep in her pussy pulled a huge load of cum from his own tortured balls. I screamed out loud with the force of my own orgasm. Her cooling body lie broken on the table with cum leaking from her dead pussy. I knew exactly who to call next. No sense in wasting a perfectly good dead body….