It was a sunny day and I was out for a drive. Taking turns down dirt roads that I have never been on. Driving deeper into the country and away from civilization. Looking for remote areas that I can bring victims for some evil and twisted fun. So far out that no one will hear them screaming but me and bodies will deteriorate and be consumed by animals so that if ever found they are nothing but bones. And there it was in the distance. It looked like an old shack. There weren’t even electrical lines going to it. A scene straight out of a horror movie. Shining in the light and nailed to a big tree out front was a sign. “Body Parts For Sale” I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this a hoax? Perhaps something left over from Halloween and a haunted house set up way out here in the middle of no where. I had to touch myself as the juices flowed and my mind raced. Did I really just get lucky and stumble upon a gold mine? As I pulled up and shut off the ignition my hands were shaking and then when I got out of my car and smelled blood and flesh heavy in the air. My knees went weak and my step quickened as I approached the old shed.
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I love the pain
I can’t help myself. I love getting fucked up all day everyday. I am a druggy whore who needs to be punished. I don’t believe in god, I believe in getting high! I hurt myself because you tell me to. I keep waiting for you to show up. My wounds are proof of what I do to myself for you. I sit here in my bathtub full of blood, rubbing my tore up cunt thinking of you. I keep thinking of you coming in behind me. Sticking a knife to my throat and you making me fuck you. You want me to make you cum so you can cut it out of me. I want to be your tortured fuck toy. I need you to beat me as I get high. I need you to fuck me till I am bloody and raw. When you are done with my body, Cut me up into little fucking pieces and spread me out around the state. Fuck me, hurt me.
Ass Rape Porn Torture Me
I’m the one that will get the ass rape porn so tortured and true. You record everything as you set me up to cause my own demise. You ask me to find a sweet thing for you to play with and offer no specifics. I find out you are playing a game of Russian Roulette with me. My choice becomes dependent upon whether I am safe or if I will be tortured, raped and snuffed out. And the girl? Well she will likely be lucky or severely unlucky.
So in my blind moment of choosing the correct co-victim for this abductors game I return with one so innocent and sweet. I feel I did a great job in choosing after all he must desire such innocence… right? I was greatly mistaken. He handed me a hunting knife and demanded that I slit her throat. I was shaking as I had no idea what my own outcome would be. Before I slit her throat he had me strip her and hold her face down in my cunt. He had planned on smothering her face in my pussy as he started to penetrate her. As he was pushing inside her he commanded me to slit the little bitches throat.
As the victim’s body started convulsing he was orgasming with such intensity I feared what was to come…
The Bitch is Back!!
That greedy little fuck just thought he was gonna move in on my kill. I had been eyeing this tiny brunette all night, watching her flaunt her shit. I fucking hate Barbie Doll bitches who expect men to fall at her feet. She was rubbing her titties on every man on the dance floor and I was watching her. Then just as I was ready to pounce, some dumb fuck hick asshole thinks he can whisk her out the door. Well, they were in for a big surprise.
I followed them as they left the club, pulling onto a dirt road where men take their easy meat fuck toys. I parked about a quarter mile away and circled back through the woods. They weren’t even discreet about their fucking. I can already hear her moaning as he bucked between her thighs in the backseat. Disgusting animals. I pulled out my blade and ducked down. I knew they weren’t smart enough to have locked the car doors. I planned it like a predator. Just as I heard him hit his nut, I yanked the door open and buried my knife between his shoulder blades. There was no stopping his rushing cum and it shot out along with his blood. I laughed loudly as his orgasm cry became his death shriek. Dumb cunt was trapped beneath his carcass. I wanted her pain to be slow and deliberate.
“Please don’t hurt me. Why are you doing this?” she asked my masked face. I waved my blade in front of me, making the light glint off it. My pussy leaked with excitement. I calmly walked around the car, pulled open the door, and looked down at her. Still trapped beneath his bulk, his dead, shriveled cock still in her pussy, she was helpless. I loved the way her ugly, make-up smeared face looked now. Not such a sexy toy now. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and slit her throat. She died looking at me, still wondering how this happened.
And that’s the way I roll, baby. Can you play hard and kill without remorse? And can you handle a death whore like me? Try me, but be warned. I kill those who can’t handle me.
Taboo Phone Sex Terry Makes Candle Holders From Bad Boys!
You never want to disappoint a taboo phone sex babe like me. I am not one to be dominated, nor will I worship a mans feet. You have to be able to show me your worth if you want me to fall in love with you. I am everything a snuff porn loving man could ever want, if your not a little fruity fairy that is. I found a few men who thought they could rise up to the test. They have since been made into decorations to please me.
I have take those useless little jingle berry balls and wrapped them up tight. I tie them up so tightly that I hope that they pop. I could give a fuck less. They do not need them anyway. The way that they wine and groan makes me a happy camper. I love they way that their useless clit dicks start to swell and turn purple. Then I heat them up under flames. I love setting candles onto them.
Then when the candles get burned they stick onto their nads and the hot wax drips down over them. If I fold the naughty disappointments in half I can get the hot wax to drip onto their faces. I laugh as I eat my candle lit dinner listening to them wincing, begging for me to enjoy every morsel. My dinner guest makes me mad when he asks if I should let them go. Weakness is disappointing. I turn his asshole into a candle stick holder and shove an apple into his mouth. Screams become my dinner music as I finish my meal and hot wax burns his useless sacs.
Who doesn’t love a bit of Chinese?
The heat in the room was stifling, but it was only hints to what was so come. I was watching him at work, the master chef. He was at home in this room. Upon the large cutting board table lay a lovely little asian teen. Her skin was fair, her body small and her face pretty. She’d been hog tied and the man was slowly picking through his spice rack and fresh herbs. His strong thin hands seemed to caress over the dried spices, as if waiting for the right ones to cry out to him. “Let’s see here..” he said softly, mostly to himself I think. “Garlic, Onion, and a touch of Ginger… Ginger is perfect when making something Oriental.” He glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled. I noticed him pulling out a bottle of soy sauce and some rice vinegar. Turning back to the girl, he poured a little soy sauce onto her legs and ass, then gently he started rubbing it into her skin. “We must work the flavors into the flesh and that will help you taste so much sweeter my dear.” he cooed almost lovingly to her. “And once I have you all roasted, you make for some amazing stir-fry.” he liked one of his fingers before pour on more soy sauce, then a few drops of rice vinegar and then he started sprinkling on coats of the dried herbs with a touch of brown sugar.
Stepping back, he admired her for a moment. The cute girl now smothered and primed with flavors. Pulling on a rope beside the table, she was hauled up off the table. I could hear her crying. Big heavy sobs that were stopped by the orange that was forced into her mouth. He slowly tipped her so her face was aimed at the ground and my eyes widened as he slipped another full bottle of soy sauce right into her pussy. I swallowed hard as you could see the slight movement in the glass bottle as its contents were being emptied into her. As it drained, he was moving her towards what looked like a huge pressure cooker. He gently lowered her in and before she vanished inside of it, he reached in and pulled the now empty bottle out. “Sweet dreams dear.” he said before releasing the chains that bound her from the ropes he was using to move her. His smile grew as he lowered the lid and sealed it tight. “Who doesn’t love a bit of Chinese…” he whispered as he set the temperature and the timer.
Then he turned and his eyes were on me. “Now you lovely thing, you are not Chinese… No. You are full blooded American! You know what that means? Barbeque.” He licked his lips as he looked me up and down from where I hung from the ceiling. My hands and ankles bound in chains. He had an apple shoved so hard into my mouth it hurt to try and bite down on it. As he moved to me, he grabbed up a bowl from the table. In it was nothing but warmed butter and a little salt. Dripping a hand in, he reached out and started rubbing it onto my skin. So warm and slick, I tried not to moan as he gripped and squeezed my large tits but I couldn’t stop. “Such a fine piece of meat you are..” he murmured as he grabbed more and kept working it all over me. Once I was all buttered, he went back to his herbs and spices table, mixing up a batch of homemade barbeque sauce. He was so focused on his task, pouring in the tomato sauce, a bit of water, apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, some pepper, ground mustard and lemon juice. He was about to add the Worcestershire sauce when I started yelling and shaking my head. He looked my way and frowned as it was clear I was trying to say something.
Coming over to me, he pulled the apple out with a sudden jerk. I gasped and groaned as I moved my sore jaw. “Tabasco..” I moaned out. His brows came together.
“What?” he asked.
“Tabasco sauce… If you’re going to barbecue me I won’t have it done with such a weak sauce. It’s gotta have a kick to it.. Like me.” I said. I know it was stupid to help him, but damn it if I was going to be cooked and eaten, then I better well be cooked just right.
A smile started tugging at the corners of his lips, like my request was not what he was expecting. But he shoved the apple back in and turned away.
“Fine, Tabasco it is.” He went back to finishing it up. IT was almost a hypnotic process when he came to me and started brushing on the sticky sauce. I knew what was coming and I was afraid, my heart started pounding in my chest as he started moving me. I could feel the heat rising and then I was being lowered. The first contact I had with the hot grill was blinding white pain and then more as I was fully laid out over the hot coals. The pain was making me pass out, but the last thought I had was, Damn… I smell yummy…
Home Made Trophies
It took me several years to perfect but it was worth it! I have so many trophies of my victims and each one is perfect. They adorn the walls of my bedroom and I spend many hours laying among them rubbing my pussy with a fever while I remember the torture that led up to me being able to make each one.
Researching the process was difficult as the practice is only found in the Amazon, deep in the rain forest and only a few tribes practice the ritual of shrinking a human head.
With each step of the process, my cunt gets wetter and the yearning to cum builds until the final product is created and I can let the cum flow free down my legs like a river of warm water.
After torturing my victim and finally watching them take their last breath I pull the head back exposing the neck and use my favorite machete to cleanly sever it. Carefully I take my scalpel and make a perfect incision up the back of the neck and peel the skin back off the skull. Taking my time I insure that as much of the flesh as possible is still on the skull and not with the skin. This is a very important step and one that took a lot of practice in the beginning as I was impatient. Then I carefully place a few red seeds under the eyelids before I sew them shut with sinew. The next step is to sew the mouth shut and insure that all the fat and flesh are removed from my head. Then I insert a wooden ball to keep my head round. Those were a little tricky to find but finally I came up with using croquet balls that I sanded the paint off of. They work fabulously! Now the glory of watching the head being boiled in a pot of water with just the right herbs and tannins. The smell of this step drives me wild and is like an aphrodisiac! My euphoria is heightening as I prepare the pit of hot rocks where I will dry my head as I mold it in order to keep the best shape I can. Finally I rub it down with ash as is required in the original rituals to prevent the avenging soul of my victim from escaping.
You Want a Taste of Evil?
Get a taste of Evil when you cross my path bitch. You think you’re a bad ass mother fucker? Ha, I guarantee you are of no match for this evil genius. That’s right bitch boy your ass is going to be grass if you even think about fucking with me.
You see a hot fucking cheerleader when you look at me and hold the idea that I am for your amusement and use. HA! Think again mother fucker! I am not some bubble gum tramp in a short skirt baby. I am your worst fucking nightmare, and by the looks of it you will be experiencing me real soon.
Oh, don’t even consider leaving your offspring in my care, I have a keen love of torture and rape fantasy porn. I want to make those flesh bots of yours my own personal fuck dolls. So, by all means invite me over to meet the family.
Skull Fuck
The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern light. I don’t recall just how long i’ve been trapped here but it’s starting to blend all together. Dirty and naked I was chained to a large stone block. The man in the room with me was eyeing me up and down. They had already violated me everywhere.. just what was he looking for? What more could they do to me? That’s where I was wrong. The man looked me in the eyes and put on a wicked grin. Coming towards me, he started stroking my face and making me move to my knees. I thought I was merely going to have to suck his cock. He pulled out his rock hard dick and started rubbing it over my face. Then he had me look up at him and before I could react, he shoved his cock right into my eye. The pain was unbelievable as he thrust his meat drill into my eye socket and pushed all the way in. Blood was pouring down my face as I screamed and screamed, he fucked my skull until I could no longer speak. I swear I could feel him shoving into gray matter and when he finally came, he let his cum fill my head. Blood, semen and more leaking out from the hole he’d made. I don’t know how I was still alive.. but I no longer had any control of my body.. Nothing was working right anymore. I was trapped in a living hell. Please some one.. end my life..
The Gourmet’s Accomplice
I’d been watching the brunette for over a month. She was tall and muscular with a ponytail that bobbed when she ran. She should’ve known better than to run down by the swamps of Louisiana. It was a dangerous place, inhabited only by alligators, snakes, and drug dealers. I guess that little bottle of pepper spray that she carried gave her a false sense of security. Too bad that I would soon use it against her.
Rick and I had been friends for a while. We met at a gourmet cooking class in Baton Rouge. We discovered that we shared a taste for wild game and how to prepare it. It didn’t take long for him to share his special fetish with me. Rick had a craving for young, tender girl-flesh, cooked to a savory, smoky deliciousness on an open pit. And he had picked me to help him.
I eyed the brunette for a while, contemplating my move. She was young, firm, curvaceous, but slim. Her round bottom was evidence of her work-outs and she had a pair of tasty, muscular calves. She reminded me of one of the “perfect” girls in high school, the cute ones who wouldn’t give you the time of day. I hated her already. I could barely wait for our Barbie roast to begin.
Rick waited in the car as the brunette swished past us. I fell in behind her, jogging at a leisurely pace. I was deciding to make my move when she bent to tie her shoe. I jumped on her, grabbing her pepper spray and giving it to her full-blast in her eyes. She screamed and I threw the burlap sack over her head, pulling the string tight. She fought me hard as I dragged her back to the car. We quickly stuffed her into the trunk and sped off, eager to begin our special feast.
Rickrick had this great commercial kitchen with oversized stainless steel appliances. His pantry was filled with every kind of seasoning and exotic spice. He even grew his own organic vegetables. He was more than stocked to prepare any type of cuisine. Today’s menu would be a feast of Cajun delights.
I led her in and had her lie on the long steel table. It was more like a mortician’s slab than a table, really, in all of its sterile coldness. She was in shock and barely protested. I could smell her fear and it whetted my own appetite. I quickly snipped her clothes off with kitchen shears, revealing a Grade-A choice cut of flesh, all tanned and ready to roast. I ran my hands over her body and was pleased to find her pussy and legs freshly waxed. I would only need to shave her long locks.
Chef RickRick took over from there. He hung her head over the side of the table and quickly slit her throat, leaving her to bleed out into a washpan. Her heels drummed on the table as her lifeblood gushed from her. Her skin was deathly pale as her heart gave its final beat.
We had decided to just roast her whole in the indoor grill. I rubbed her body with coconut oil as he readied his special bourbon marinade. He began to snip off her toes and fingers for some Cajun-style chickenfoot soup. Next, he gutted her and gently pulled out her intestines for me to clean. I amused myself by looking at her poop to see what she had eaten. It looked like salad and cum!!! While I was doing that, Rickrick readied some rice and a piece of her liver to make some Cajun boudin. It’s a savory dish that is stuffed into intestine links. They would be returned to her carcass to simmer. He also placed her head into a pot of water to boil down into headcheese. Her lips, titty fat, and pussy lips would be deep fried into southern cracklings. Nothing would be wasted.
The grill was ready as we finished her seasoning. She looked very tasty, tightly trussed, under the coating of scallions, fresh garlic, cayenne pepper, and “Slap Ya Mama” Cajun seasoning. I had tucked a few garlic cloves and onions under each of her split breasts and her pussy was stuffed with large shelled shrimp. I’d also shoved carrots in her asshole to keep the juices from leaking out. I could barely wait for the first bite. Neither could RickRick as his erect cock poked through his Chef’s apron. The final touch was a spurt of his “special sauce” for extra tenderness. Laissez les bons temps rouler. (Let the good times roll!)
I poured us some wine as RickRick pulled her from the oven. She looked magnificent, all grilled to a toasty brown, crispy on the outside, moist on the inside. As he fed me the first bite, I almost orgasmed. It was so good. We both fell on the feast and fed like sharks in a feeding frenzy. Her fat dripped from our chins as we crammed chunks of girl-meat into our mouths. I was hooked.
Now I’m watching a fat chick who walks at the park. We plan to trap her and grind her into chili meat for the local chili cook-off. I’m sure our special recipe will win us the blue ribbon. Thank you, RickRick, for introducing me to the Joy of Cooking!!!