Everyone thinks it’s so fun to torture my sexy little teen body, but what happens when I finally get the opportunity to be the torturer? What happens when I finally blossom into the living dead girl I have always wanted to be? A huge thank you goes to Indigo, for showing me the murderous bitch I really am. I had gotten myself into one of those situations again, where I was a damsel in distress. I was cornered in an alley by some drunk man, and Indigo came from behind him with a dingy rag. Within seconds he was laying on the ground, out like a light. She told me she helped me because I reminded her of herself, big tits and one hell of an attitude. She asked if I wanted to have some fun with the dirt bag, and I was so in. I helped her drag his limp body too and from the car. We had him in a secluded cabin in the woods. She told me normally she likes to do the torturing herself, but this time she would settle for watching. I chained him up spread eagle, I wanted to wait until he woke up, but Indigo really wanted to get her hand on him. He woke up the her carving a permanent smile on to his smug face. Watching someone else cry and scream in agony was such a turn on! Then it was my turn. I grabbed the dullest knife Indigo had, and began sawing off his tiny little cock. By the time I was done with that Indigo had enough of his screaming, and ripped out his tongue with a pair of pliers. I went around to the back, and decided that his asshole needed to be a little bigger. It felt so good watching the knife tear through his flesh, making his ass gape wide open. I shoved his limp, bloody, stump of a cock into his newly extended ass hole. Indigo was kind enough to teach me how to sew, his ass shut that is. Then we slit his throat, and fucked in his pool of blood. Biggest orgasm I have ever had!
Category: Killer phone sex
Evil Babysitting Phone Sex
I hate babysitting, but evil babysitter phone sex calls are among my favorite. Sometimes I take sitter jobs to have easy access too little sluts for friends, other times it just for my own perverse pleasure. Last night was the later. I took a gig because I hate the girl’s parents. I was checking out babysitting ads and I saw the photo of the parents. They have an older daughter; she is a bitch I went to high school with and her parents bailed her out of trouble repeatedly for her mean girl antics. This girl was likely adopted because the mother is past her prime, unless she used fertility drugs. I have a fake id for babysitting and I can transform from Goth punk to girl next door with makeup and hair dye. I sat for the angel the other night. She was a polite girl, but still a privileged princess with bitch parents and an evil older sister. She was just collateral damage. I drugged her up and started a live stream of Anika’s Abuse. Guys were paying me to be her BTK killer. Bind, torture, kill. A few of my favorite words. I bound her legs and her arms like one guy wanted. I fisted her ass and cunt like a few others paid to see. I wrote whore in lipstick on her face like another guy wanted. I even fucker her pussy with a Barbie doll. Anika was like a rag doll, all floppy and shit from the special cocktail I made her. She might remember some shit, but it would make no sense the next day. One guy offered me a ton of money to kill her, but that was too risky. I sexually abused the little girl and made a profit. Now, I am happy to kill a little whore with you. Just needs to be a random girl that won’t trace back to me. Killer phone sex is so much fun.
What Some Candy Little Bitch?
So many juicy little cunts out there, so little time to fuck with them. What is it with them and candy? How utterly stupid can you be to put yourself in danger over some fucking candy? It happens, a lot more than what you may think. It makes for easy pickings. The trick to it working is that you can’t look like a fucking weirdo, or creeper when offering. Plus, you never approach, you let them come to you. I’ll give you a for instance …
I was waiting for my bus when I pulled out some hard candy. I wasn’t thinking anything of it. I noticed a little one with their Mother watching me. I smiled, they smiled back. I saw the Mom look at me and I said, “I think they want a piece of my candy.” The Mom and I made some small talk then she let me give the little snot a piece. Then the Mom’s phone rang, you know how people get when they are on their phones, they pay no attention. I started talking to the sticky faced shit seated next to me. The whole time the Mom never looked back at us. I waited for about ten minutes then I did what any self respecting twisted deviant minded woman would do. I asked “Miss Sticky Face” if she wanted more candy.
You should of seen the look on her face. It was pure joy, and I couldn’t wait to smash it off that tiny head of hers. I put my hand out, she took it. As we made our way around the corner the Mom was still on the phone, laughing. I wondered if she would be laughing that hard when the newspapers reported finding the mangled body of her little bitch.
I don’t fuck with broke bitches
I enjoy snuff sex because I’m a super dominant bitch. When I agreed to go on a date with this guy who wouldn’t stop flashing his amex and his fancy things at me I thought I could fuck him and get some coins from him and toss him away like a stupid worthless toy. When I realized I could make him my sissy slut I thought that would be so much better. I ended up accepting his millionth invite. When we got to the restaurant after ordering and getting thru what felt like forever, I anxiously awaited for him to pay the bill. When the waitress made her way back she said the card didn’t go thru and was cancelled. I should of known he was probably using his mommy and daddies money. I was beyond furious and decided the best way to get back at him would be to take him to my place. I footed the bill and brought the dweeb back to my house. When we got to my place I didn’t hesitate to sissified the idiot. I dressed him up and invited some friends over to use his man pussy. He wasn’t man enough for me and he should of known I don’t fuck with broke bitches.
College Ass Rape Porn
I literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into my college interview, and I have the scars all over my tits to prove it. I knew I should have just applied to a community college, but instead I wanted to go to an Ivy league school. The thing about Ivy league schools is that they have enough money and power to get away with murder. I always thought that was just an expression, but I guess not. I got all dressed up for my interview, and headed there early. The walls inside the building were so thick that they had to be sound proof. I found my way to the office, and was ushered into the dean of admissions office. The door was heavy, and locked behind me. There was plastic covering the floor, and the dean explained that they were painting his office. There was two other girls sitting at his desk, and he explained that this wouldn’t be a one on one interview. After all of us answering a few questions, the dean told us only one of us would get in, and only one of us would leave there alive. He instructed us to strip, and told us anyone that wouldn’t listen would be shot. Me and one of the other girls started stripping, but the other girl just started whining. He shot her in the head, splattering her blood all over me and the other girl. Once we were naked, he slapped two knives on the desk, and told us we were to fight to the death. Finally all of the abuse I have gone through actually paid off. We sliced and diced at each other, but eventually I got tired of our back and forth dance. I slit her throat, bathing myself in her blood. The dean grabbed me by my hair, and bent me over the dead bodies. He violated my tight teen ass right on top of their corpses. He made me clean up and get dressed. Then we filled out my admissions form, and I left. I got into an Ivy league school!
Snuff phone sex whore for sale
Master is posting advertisements online to sell my body and he is listing me as a filthy snuff phone sex whore. I already know I’m gonna be put in some really bad situations. The last time that Master listed me as for sale on the online black market, I was put through multiple horrific situations. Many of which still haunt me to this day. I can’t believe I am going to have to go through another round of having hundreds of random strangers do absolutely anything that they please to my body. Master is sooo fucked up for doing this to me but he is always sure to remind me that I am such a worthless piece of shit and all females deserve to be sold online. Master doesn’t expect to see me come back home alive after I meet up with a few of the clients that he has lined up to have some fun with me. Those bastards are paying the big bucks do destroy my slutty fuck holes and I couldn’t be more excited.
Please Don’t Kill Me Jezabel!
Girls can be so mean, and I would know because I was violated, abused, and murdered because of it. To me, me making cheer captain was the best thing that could happen to me, but for my competition, it was the thing that pushed her over the edge. Jezabel was always so nice to me while they were putting me through hell as the new girl, but when I got what she wanted then she snapped. She acted nice at first, and kept telling me how happy she was for me. She even offered me a gift. She told me she had a modeling gig this weekend, and there was one more slot. Jezabel said that if I was hot enough for cheer captain, then I was certainly hot enough to be a model. When I got there I was in utter shock. She neglected to mention that it was a nude photo shoot. I was going to go home, but Jezabel convinced me to stay. The photo shoot was just me and her. The only other person there was, was the creepy camera man, and him and Jezabel kept looking at each other like they were gonna fuck right then and there. Half way through, Jezabel offered me a sip of her water, and I took a big gulp. You would think I would know better by now then to drink or eat something from someone else, but I just never learn. I passed out almost immediately. When I woke up I was strapped down to a hard metal surface in a dark moist room. Jezabel and the camera man are off to the side talking until they notice that I am awake. At first, I didn’t believe that Jezabel could do something like this, so I screamed for her to help me. She laughed at me, and that was when I seen her face just how twisted she really was. Her and the camera man completely mutilated my naked body, and she told me it was for taking her spot as captain. After a few hours of torture, she slit my throat, andt hey had sex on top of my lifeless body.
There Is Over A Million Ways To Die
It is true I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately that there are so many ways to die and most of them is the outcome of accident or chance. However I prefer to the ways that are purely intentional you know what I mean. Surprisingly only a small number of people get to experience a planned death. You have it all planned out you took time deciding how you were going to kill me. I know you have many different options and so many tools at your disposal you try so hard to make each life you take unique. I don’t fear you, you’re my angel of death, I praise you as my savior. On this earth I’m nothing more than a whore who pursues death as a release from my life full of distasteful sin. I’m ready for you. Will you bring my Murder phone sex Fantasies to life?
Snuff Sex and a Peeping Tom
I told you that when you are not home, I have a peeping tom that hides in the trees behind our house trying to catch a peek at my luscious nude body. You told me that you would leave your car at work and have a friend drop you off at the house. That if I was right this could be a hot night of torture and snuff sex for us.Sure enough later that night when it had gotten dark and I turned on the lights in the house if you looked closely you could see a man out there. He had his hand in his pants jerking his cock.
You told me to do a little strip tease and then walk outside totally naked. You knew that he would be so distracted by my big tits and hot wet pussy that he would not realize that you were sneaking up on him. You knocked him out with a large stick and then you drug him over to the patio table. I helped you strip his clothes off before we tied him spread eagle to the table. I turned on the water hose and you dowsed him with cold water. That woke the peeping tom up. You told him that he had fucked with the wrong girl.
I went in the house and grabbed a tapered candle off the fire place. I light the candle and started dripping hot wax all over his nipples before working my way down to his cock and balls. He was screaming like a little girl. Then I took the candle and shoved it up his ass flame first. I fucked his ass with the candle until his cock was hard and dripping pre cum. You pulled out your pocket knife and told me to chop off his big balls. You told me that he has had more sexual fun than he deserves. I sliced them off as his was screaming for mercy. I handed you the first ball that I cut off and you crammed it in his mouth. I chopped off his other ball and we feed it our furry friend. I licked his blood off of your finger causing your dick to get extra hard. We left him there to bleed out. The thrill of the kill made us go back into the house and fuck all night.
Fuck Your Little Sluts To Death
This snuff sex call is going to go really well tonight. I have you by your god damned balls mother fucker and I will get my way without having to get my hands dirty. You see, I really do not like your slutty offspring, and babysitting for you when I was younger really turned me into a true hater of young ones. I became the sadistic that I am today thanks to those spoiled fucking hoes of yours. I want you to break their little vaginas open with your large fat cock and pound them to their death. While your dick is in that tight vagina and your plowing away at it I hand you a billy club and tell you to bludgeon her fucking head with that. I want to see blood, bone shards and brain matter all over the bed and I want you to fucking ejaculate as you take that blow.