Nothing is more pathetic to me than people who go to church or believe in a god. I don’t care what god you worship, it’s pathetic! Christians and Catholics are the worse though. That’s not just my opinion that’s a fact. A lot of the people you see flocking to church every Sunday, or sometimes even twice a week, are just as morbid and twisted as me. In their minds, they’re saved so anything they do in this life is forgiven as long as they ask for redemption. At least that’s what they like to think.
One of my favorite things to do is kidnap these stupid bitches and torture them until they loose every once of their faith. Just loosing faith in god isn’t enough for me, I want them loose faith in everything including their salvation and humanity. Their last seconds on earth will be so horrible that there won’t be any flash backs, there won’t be time to reflect on the past. All there will be is pain and anguish.
The Hell the created to scare people into following their beliefs will be their only reality and I always love every second of it. Watching them suffer and squirm, listening to them beg for their sad little lives–it’s what I live for!
One time I even forced a pastor of a small Baptist church to wear heels and shoved a crucifix up his ass. Fucking him with that crucifix hard and deep was one of my favorite memories of all time. Don’t think he didn’t deserve it! They all do! He’s rolling in money while all the members of his church struggle and they’re all blind to it too. Don’t worry, those sheep aren’t of the hook. They all got pictures in the mail, it was a warning that I’m coming for them too.
Category: Kidnapping phone sex
Blasphemy Phone Sex with Toni: Torturing the Sheep
The Making of a Teen Rape Porn
She looked so sweet when I saw her cry. Very yummy indeed. Her chest heaving with each raspy breath. The ropes were nice and tight, I can say if I am good at anything it is tying knots. I brought in her young one and she almost came unglued. Angry muffled sounds behind that tape across her mouth. A swift blow of my baseball bat cured her anger. At least the little one was calm. But not for long. I laid her down in the middle of the room and chained her to the rings on the concrete floor. Drain under her mid section. Starting with her pretty little face I stated to carve and peel. The blood was amazing. The more she cried the more blood there was. Mommy almost passed out from the blow to her head and emotional ordeal. When my carving was done I turned to my sad little mommy and painted her in her daughters blood. What a wonderful way to spend your daughter’s birthday, helping her make a snuff teen rape porn. I turned and pulled out the hammer and nails.
Tell Me A Story
I want you to tell me a story. Not so I can hold the information against you but to make me wet. I want to hear about your deepest, darkest, nastiest, bloodiest secret. I don’t care if you have actually done it, or just think about doing it, I want to know. Maybe it involves someone young, or your ex-wife, or some bitch at work. I don’t care. I want to hear about what you do to them, how you cause them pain way beyond what can be felt with the flesh.
I want to hear about how you keep them, torture them, make them scream or moan. How you play mind games with them, or leave trinkets from their missing loved ones. I want to know about trophy’s you have kept, did you get off on them? Or is it more of a satisfaction of a job well done.
Are you proficient at what you do, or are you progressing with each piece of shit you see fit to train or do away with? I honestly want to know. Think of me as your priest, except I cannot give you forgiveness, but of course you aren’t looking for forgiveness…are you?
Bondage phone sex with Makayla
I must have made daddy angry. I don’t know what I have done but he hasn’t talked to me or cuddled with me all week. He hasn’t fed me like he has the other girls. I don’t understand. I grabbed his legs as he walked past me yesterday. I begged him to tell me what I did wrong. I am so hungry daddy. Please please feed me. He rubbed my face softly then pushed me down and put his foot on my throat. He told me I had 5 minutes to get dressed in my best dress and to be waiting. I was so excited but so weak. I could barley move but I made it in the time he gave me. Things weren’t normal, instead of him taking my collar off he kept it on and dragged me up the stairs with it. I am so afraid he brought out the rope. Why would daddy hurt me? I thought daddy loved me. He tied me up, and to the table. I was so worried he was going to beat me like he did that first night. To my surprise he laid me down and started to eat my pussy. He told me I had to beg to cum, but 2 minutes into it I was screaming and begging him to let me finish. He would bite my clit as I started to lose control and that would bring me back to reality. Please Daddy let me cum!!
Nasty Snuff Porn Teen Toni LOVES to Torture Young Victims
A lot of snuff porn teens are faking it, but I’m the real thing. With me, it’s not just a morbid curiosity-it’s a legitimate fetish. Seeing the gore, tasting the blood, and hearing the screams is what I live for. Honestly I can’t cum at all now without some form of violence being involved.
What I really like to do is go out and find a nice, young play thing. Doesn’t matter to me whether their a boy or a girl, all that matters is that they’re helpless and alone. Once I have them I just take them back to whoever I’m fucking that day and then together we decide our victims fate.
My victims rarely live so I’ll never get caught. Even when they do live, there isn’t much left to them at all. Either their brains are too damaged or they’re too traumatized to talk, but even so I don’t take unnecessary chances. If I know ahead of time that I want to let them live I make sure that my accomplice and I both wear masks or disguises of some sort. I’ve worn blonde wigs, sunglasses, and things as cliche as black ski masks to protect my identity.
Don’t think for a second that I let them live because I’m merciful either. I don’t! The only reason I let those stupid bitches live is so they can suffer more. For them dying would be too easy, the real torture would be having to continue their worthless, pathetic lives in the state I left them in.
Gangbang Rape Porn Addiction
Gangbang rape porn addiction gets me in trouble all the time. It’s jaded me the way I like getting the shit beat out of me by a gang of men. Yes, getting scared to near fucking death will guarantee wet panties. It’s something i can’t get past and I doubt I could ever orgasm during plain fucking vanilla sex. Gimme danger and make me scream if you wanna make me cream.
So, once a guy in my gang caught wind of my filthy secret and decided to take it upon himself to run his mouth to the rest of the gang… Well I failed to mention that when I am causing the violence, pain and bloodshed my pussy gushes and I need to grab the biggest baddest man in the vicinity and tell him to fuck me hard and give it to me now.
The very night this dude ran his mouth I got him hammered and he thought he was going to grab a piece of my ass and would get a chance to beat the shit outta me. Well, he was greatly mistaken. Outfitted with some talon clawed steel knuckles I came up behind his drunk ass tapped him on the shoulder, and upon his turning around clocked him square in the face then let the claws out and ripped at his chest. I was kicking the crap outta him as someone grabbed my shoulder and nearly got a face full but he was huge.
Stunned and fucking horney I was in a haze of rage and hormones as this guy grabbed my arms and another large 6’4″ frame grabbed my feet. These monsters carried me to a van and I had no fucking idea who these guys were and where the hell were they taking me. The van stops the door swings open as the two huge forms were standing over me again. I was hauled out and carried into some Industrial park warehouse unit. Upon entering I see there are like eight more of these giants. They all had their dicks out and they were massive I was laid down on this mattress and stripped.
Well you probably know what happened next…
Random acts of kindness? Evil is always better!
Apparently today is Random Acts of Kindness day, and well, as you know I am not quite the kind-spirited type. In fact, I absolutely cannot stand this entire month that is filled with so much love and kindness and that fucking bullshit. However, I figured why not give it a shot? I can be randomly kind to SOMEONE today, can’t I?! Well that’s what I thought, and I swear I sure did try…but I suppose I am not exactly cut out to be nice. Before I got a chance to do something kind for someone else, this chick ahead of me in line at the store paid for my groceries! Wow, how nice I thought, until she started telling me how I ‘looked like I couldn’t afford it’, and ‘aren’t I lucky she was there to help.’ Seriously this bitch was going on and on about how she was just devoting her life to help those in need and how she knew that because she was so nice to everyone else she was going to heaven to be right by the Lord’s side. But I could feel this bitch judging me as she looked over my revealing outfit and as she walked me to my car and noticed unlike her it wasn’t some 2015 Cadillac. I swear I tried to be nice to this woman – up until she asked me if I ever considered not dressing so slutty and getting a real job. I wanted to rip her fucking head off right then – EXCUSE ME BITCH?! But instead, I had a better idea, so I forced a smile and nodded, telling her if she followed me to my place I would gladly take some pointers from her, and of course this bitch could not help herself! She followed me to my house and I had her on her hands and knees begging to cum in no time – I made her my little pet. I allowed my other pets to fuck her, abuse her and best of all punish her with my most painful devices. She was my favorite pet to humiliate…however I am not kind enough to keep such a revolting bitch alive for too much longer so after a little extra suffering and humiliation she can go see if the Lord still wants her by his side hahahaha!
Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Happy Valentine’s Day to Me
Be my bloody Valentine? I’m not a roses and candy kind of girl. I don’t want to watch The Notebook or Titanic. I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant. I want to stalk, kidnap, torture and kill. I’m lucky, that I have so many men in my life that would rather give me a dead bitch than roses. One such sweetheart gave me a lovely present today. He booked us a romantic cabin in the woods. I knew John was up to something. He knows I’m not a typical romance kind of girl. I played along. The cabin was decorated with rose petals everywhere. A bottle of Pappy Van Winkle (about the best bourbon around) was on the coffee table. And, a trail of blood led to the bathroom.
Like a little girl on an Easter egg hunt, I followed the blood drops. There I found my present. This blonde whore who called me a freak a couple weeks ago when John and I were getting gas. I would have snuffed the bitch out right there if it had not been so public. But he loves me so. He went back, kidnapped her, and has had her on ice since then, waiting to give her to me today. She was bound, gagged, barely alive in the heart shaped tub waiting for me. Best Valentine gift ever. I looked over to the left and saw a table with all my favorite torture instruments. He knows how to turn me on. Normally, I take time to kill a victim. Savor the moment, but I had a romantic idea. I grabbed my big field knife, designed to gut deer and other large animals, shoved it in her belly and slit her wide open. Watched her blood, intestines and entrails spill out in the heart shaped tub.
John tossed her carcass to the side, we got in the tub and fucked in her bloody innards. Covered in her blood and guts, we came so hard. Very romantic. Best Valentine’s Day present ever. What would you give me on such a romantic day to prove your love? John set the bar high; so you better bring your A game or I might just gut you too.
Valentine’s Day Delivery
Valentines Day – a day for lovers and gluttony. Although he was not my lover, at least not of the flesh, he was so much more. We shared a much more intimate relationship. Something that connected us on a much deeper level. There was absolutely no way I would ever trust a lover with my soul the way I trusted Rick. He was my teacher, mentor, and I couldn’t think of a better person to share this day with. We had discussed this victim before hand, had everything prepared and ready. When she rang the doorbell it all fell into place so naturally. And when it was over, we ate like a king and queen.
I had met with a few possibilities. Went to many floral shops the week prior. Looking for the right delivery girl. Luckily when I did find her, Rick approved. She was healthy, good muscle tone, and took good care of her skin. She was developed in all the right places. And cumming out of the winter, she had a nice layer of fat still attached to her muscle tone. I placed my order & we waited for the main course to knock.
Greeted with a smile and a dozen red roses, I was excited. She had such a warmness about her. And was more then willing to step inside when a tip was offered. “I just have to go into the den to retrieve my purse. Won’t you come in darling?” Once her feet passed the entryway, Rick was able to come out of the shadows and subdue our main course. He bound her wrists and ankles all too well. I cut her clothing and carried her warm naked body into the bath, where I would clean and shave her. Her curves were delicious and I could almost taste the gravy that would start from her breasts. The warm water was waking her slightly. I scrubbed her clean and shaved the winter leg hair from her body. I rambled on about how she would really enjoy inhaling the spicy fragrance that would baste the meat as it cooked. I boasted about the star chef of the evening. And thanked her for joining our dinner table.
Patting her dry I then carried a very confused young delivery girl into the kitchen. Rick smiled with approval as I lay her into the basting pan. Finally realizing her significance in the evening’s meal, she struggled just a bit. I giggled as I watched the liquid gold painting her pale white skin, as Rick basted her breasts. I could only imagine how that tangy liquid gold felt as it entered even her most personal parts. Rick and I smiled as we set the timer and put her in the oven. Only thing left to do is watch the meat so it cooks evenly, and uncork a nice bottle of red wine to complement the meal.
Cannibalism phone sex with Morticia
Sitting here in this dark room just listening to the sound of moment and her whimpers is making my pussy wet. She is so young. I am thinking about keeping her training her to be my sick and twisted little pet. Who knew that this blonde hair blue eyed cunt would grab me for me in the dark because she is afraid. She must having something wrong with her brain. Or the fact that her parents beat her daily means she would rather be beaten that anything else. That is the kind of pet I want. She didn’t seem to mind eating parts of my last victim. I need to get rid of his body. The dogs only ate so much, mother and her “family” didn’t like how tough the meat was.
I sit here in the dark thinking about everything. If I can train this nasty whore to be my pet things would be so different. I giggle to myself thinking about how long she has been down here in the dark. She must think its been one long night but really she has been locked down here and beaten in the dark for a week now. Fuck! Am I getting soft? Do I need to end this cunts life right now? No, I am still fucked up and crazy. I’ll go beat her for a while. That will make me feel better.