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Torture Sex on My Time

Torture sex

I have so many twisted freaks that come to me when they’re in need of some torment filled torture sex that I almost don’t have enough time to find all of the fuck pigs needed to satisfy their dastardly desires.  I’m not just here to provide the droves of delinquents who can’t get off without doing some damage to the flesh of a fine little female the fuckmeat they crave, I’m a pretty busy psychopath.  I got things to do.

Yesterday, for instance, I was stalking a family that seemed to be an utter waste of space to see if they’d be worth eliminating completely.  It’s been a while since I’ve pruned the branches of anyone’s family tree, I was really looking forward to seeing where that went.  I was in the frozen aisle of the grocery store tailing them as just another face in the crowd, as I do, when one of my clients saw me and approached and started talking really loud.  He was flapping his gums about things that should never be uttered in public places, making everyone in the place turn to look at us and see who was having such a conversation, my intended targets included.  So much for planning and staging that familicide.  

I stormed out of the store with him following close behind me, going on and on about how he needed to make a bitch hurt and the types of wounds he wanted to inflict on an incapacitated cunt.  Some things you just don’t talk about in public, loose fucking lips sink big fucking ships.  That was way too much for me, I knew I had to do something about him or he would bring my whole operation down around me.  I relented and told him to get in my van, I’d hook him up.

Luckily, I had one last fresh fuck pig, with skin so soft and smooth you could butter your bread with it, locked up in my dungeon of a basement that I was willing to let him use.  He’s always into whipping so I knew the exact tool to give him to make him blow his load pretty quickly.  I wasn’t wrong, he only lashed her about 50 times before his nut sauce was shooting all over that beaten beauty, soaking into her deep wounds and dripping down her body.  As he stood there reveling in his work while trying to catch his breath, I snuck up behind him, slipped a garrotte wire over his head and squeezed my hardest to make certain that he never would.  What can I say?  Don’t piss me off, Pal.

Yeah, I’ll provide all the pussy you want to punish, but I’m going to do it on my time.  There are people to stalk and kill, folks need to be framed for murder and I want to be the one to do it.  Kind of hard when I have to find a bunch of dumb bimbos, lock them up then watch guy after guy go at them and torture-fuck the spirit out of them while they hang helplessly on an almost daily basis.  If I don’t answer when you call or text you back, I’m not trying to deal with you at the moment.  Period.  Approach me in public and start talking all kinds of bullshit, I’ll turn your addiction into a snuff sex scene real quick.  You don’t want to be on my bad side, I promise you.  

  

Evil phone sex is a must with a sadistic slut like me.

Evil phone sex

Evil phone sex is my absolute favorite because I am a sadistic slut; and with fall upon us there have been quite a few dumb sluts to fall into our laps. Its hunting season and I love the thrill of the chase. We look for the perfect slut to torture and string up. I can’t wait to see our trophy hanging up on the wall, reminding us of our big kill. You know I love to see their abused and tormented bodies for a day or two.

We caught a feisty whore last night and the fight she put up was better than any of my torture fantasies. She screamed and kicked and each time it reverberated through the dark moist room, my pussy tingled and dripped. She had no idea that she was only fueling the fire within. Speaking of fire, I loved when you burned and branded that slut. The smell of her flesh roasting was so intoxicating. She bucked and I came right then and there.

Here screams were muffled by my moans, and I had to hold myself up by a handful of this worthless whore’s hair. You saw me cum and wanted in on the fun and you forced your rock-hard cock in her tight little cunt. your cock is so big it ripped her wide open and the slut cried and tried to beg you to stop. This silly bitch didn’t realize that that was never an option. She was ours to use for our pleasure. You fucked her hard raping that’s fucking whore and used her till she was weak. I finished her off by waterboarding this bitch with my pee.

Snuff Movies Can be Inspired by Hollywood Horror Films

snuff moviesI am a snuff movies and chill kind of girl. I do not watch sappy ass chick flicks or romance movies. I need violence and gore. I was told this new horror film Terrifier 2 was so disturbing that people were puking and leaving the theater. I knew it was not a snuff flick. I also knew it would not be as violent as anything I have done before too. It was a Hollywood movie. Special effects might be gory, but no way this film would be too violent for me, however. I have yet to see a film too violent for me. I don’t think anything could be too violent for me. I have made some pretty gory snuff porn in my life too. I went to see this film knowing the movie would not be as good as the hype. Terrifier 2 was good, but it was not too gory for me. Art the Clown may be my spirit animal though. He just hates all people, and he is brutal as fuck. He gave me some inspiration for my next kills. I mean this killer clown castrated a dude. He poured acid on women’s faces. He dismembered folks. He even gutted his victims and pulled out their beating harts and ate them. His is a sick mother fucker. Right up my alley, but Art the Clown is fiction. Venus the Bitch, is all real folks. I decided to get some acid. I mean it would be fun to disfigure some stuck up cunt who thinks her looks alone will get her by in life. I was all set to use the acid on this dumb cunt I saw, when a fucking jack ass thwarted me. I decided I would fuck him up, but I wanted to put the acid on his cock not his face. I made him think I was going to blow him in the parking lot. As if I would ever blow some tool in a parking lot, but it got his pants down.  I tossed the acid on his worthless junk, and it was better than castration phone sex! I mean the flesh burned off his cock and balls. It was like his junk was melting. He passed out and went into shock. I poured more on him for shits and giggles and watched his body turn into a pile of mush. I have a taste for a new level of sick torture now.

Murder phone sex Fantasies are a gift

Murder phone sex FantasiesI frequently have Murder phone sex Fantasies. Maybe it’s because my life is so hard being the slave of these horrible men, but the sweet release of a bloody, grim, horrifying demise seems alluring instead of scary. I dream of it often, laying there while my abused cunt is sore and bleeding from the recent reaming or torture session, hoping that somehow the bleeding doesn’t stop and I simply cease to exist. I want to die, I want to be killed, I want tomorrow to never come and I always get my hopes up whenever I feel a new pain or something breaks inside while they fuck my black ass rough and hard and raw. It’s fun for them, subjecting me to Mutilation phone sex, turning their domestic late-night ‘snack’ of a whore into something worse just because I didn’t have the power to fight back or the will to run away. The windows are open, the door is right there, but I can’t move. I never can, and anytime I think of it one of them comes around the corner with some new guy and they pull me back down to hell one nasty fuck, one horrifying cut, one bloody scream at a time. I know they eventually plan to let me die, when I’ve become too used, too worthless, too abused and lifeless. I just hope it’s soon, that maybe they underestimate what I have left and end it too soon. I want to still be here to choke on my blood, I still want to remember my bastard crack whore husband when I breathe my last breath and collapse onto the floor in a puddle of was and potential. I need to go out quickly, to be used for Snuff porn, and somehow I get my hopes up every single time someone calls, hoping that it’s going to be the guy that pays enough for them to do just that…

Snuff Sex Porn All Hallows Sleaze

It’s all Hallows Eve Snuff sex porn filming full of sadistic sleaze. Filming took place in the dwellings of a crack house. Walls covered in plastic sheeting and lot’s of chains. The filthy mattress was crusted with dried blood and cum stains. The room smelled of piss.

I walked in looking like a bimbo prostitute as per the requirements for the filming. These films don’t offer costumes and a place to ready yourself. Walk in off the street ready to go and make it real. Well, I guess this was as real as it gets. Crack heads and the pimp or dealer was at the door. Looking me up and down he told me I needed to blow him in order to get inside.

I figured it was part of it all and like a good whore I started sucking his big nigger thug dick. I sucked and he got forceful and mean with me. He started slapping me and pushing in my throat deeper. I was gagging and gasping. I wanted to get away. He laughed and said this is only a warm up bitch.

How do you expect the rest of this to play out? What ways would you fantasy rape and kill me? Would you knock me out and drag me into the plastic room. Throw me on the bed and cut off my sleazy dress and tiny stripper panties? I bet you would fuck me with that knife then shoved your cock into sliced up pussy and make me really scream.

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Bloody phone sex is our own Halloween special

Bloody phone sexThe hiss that escapes out between clenched teeth during Bloody phone sex, the dreaded fear that comes with a cold steel at skin, and the exhilaration as it slices through muscle and transforms a feature into something completely different. I’m a masochist through and through, and my scars are just another reminder at the bliss I’ve managed to convey to myself despite a lot of supporters telling me I’m going to far. They’re not battle scars that mark my body, I’m not an edgy teen too lost in the whirling pain to express myself in any way but overwhelmed by agony, I’m just that tainted and twisted. I love every moment, every bloody drop spilled, and every piercing scream you get with Evil phone sex. If it’s not on my personal canvas, it has to be someone else doesn’t it? One way or another, blood will be spilled, and I hope it’s mine but I’m not averse to spreading out if it means someone cries out and wakes the dead. 

If I can get that while a cock is pumping in my pussy, all the better. I’m not going to try and pretend I’m above being a dirty slut, it’s my career and I take pride in it. I bruise easily, so if my whole abdomen isn’t purple by the time you’re done reaming me, you clearly didn’t try hard enough you fucking pussy. Don’t be a weak ass bitch with me, I want to feel bones creak and blood flow. If you don’t have it in you to fuck hard enough to make a cunt cry, then you better at least be able to work a knife or bite hard. No pussies here except my actual pussy, you better work your magic and make me cum a crimson stream.

It’s halloween, don’t fuck around, get out all your gruesome Rape phone sex fantasies on my poor abused body.

Bloody Phone Sex is Always Off the Charts on Halloween

bloody phone sexTonight, the bloody phone sex will be off the charts. This is the one night of the year that this murderous bitch can blend in well with others and kill undetected. There are so many people in costume, that I blend right in. Last Halloween, I killed a lot of stupid bimbos. I plan to up my number this year. The stupid bimbos appear to be out in droves already. I hate stupid bimbos. You know the kind I am talking about too, right? They dress like little whores, cock tease the men, then act all righteous when a guy gets a boner looking at them in their slutty clothes. Like what the fuck, whore? You cannot prance around half naked all the time and expect men to not want to fuck you. Know your audience, cunt. You will never see me dressed like a whore or acting like one either because I do not want that kind of attention. Men still want me because they think I am a challenge. They think I am playing some sick game with them, but that is not who I am. I do not try to attract attention. I want to blend in and not be remembered. Makes it much easier kill as a snuff porn bitch that way. No one remembers the quiet Goth chick.

I have already stalked a few places that will have a high bimbo concentration tonight. I know the bars and the parties that will have the most drunk bimbos to torture and fuck. The problem is this year, I have no accomplice. Maybe you could help me prey on some dumb cunts? Sure, I can kill bimbos with no help. Last Halloween, I killed close to 60 bimbos all by myself. I can only kill them though. I can make it very painful and bloody, but the real fun is ruining their fuck holes first. And that is where you come in. What do you think? Want to fuck up some bitches together? Be my accomplice phone sex partner so we can put some dumb cunts in their places tonight which is in an early grave.

Torture sex and Halloween go hand and hand

Torture sexHalloween has the perfect ambiance for Torture sex. It is a sadistic slut’s hunting ground, and I cannot wait to catch my pry! All these tiny whores are using it as a reason to dress like the little whores they are, exposing all the skin that I want to slowly peel off their bones. Little do they know their temptations are nothing compared to my innate need to tie a whore down and torture her slowly all night long.

You see the screams will echo around us, but no one will be there to save her. I will tie her down and start by lighting a knife with my blow torch. I want to force that red-hot blade it up her cunt and hear it sizzle as it burns her from the inside. The smell of her pussy cooking is intoxicating. I pull that sharp blade out and hear it slice through her walls, blood squirting out everywhere.

Knife play phone sexThis is just the beginning I am going to take my time slicing and stabbing this dirty whore while telling her that her life is now mine. With each stab, punch, and or hit I see her get weaker. I’m covered in her blood and the feeling of her life force covering my body makes this all the more enjoyable. Her pretty blond hair now red and soaked with blood. I know I look crazed, but I know I will fit in. After all Halloween is the day of the dead. After I watch as she takes her last breath, I realize the night is still young. I think I’m going out to find me a young hard dick to torture. I won’t get cleaned up; I can savor my kill. No one will notice that this blood covering me is real!

Sacrifice for Samhain

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To properly celebrate Samhain, my little coven and I rejoice in a variety of rituals: nude nature walks, sumptuous feasts and, best of all, hole bashing bondage phone sex with a physical manifestation of death, itself.  Conjuring up some vile visitor from the underworld and letting it have its way with us is the best way to increase the power in our little triad of terror, not to mention the fact that demon cock feels amazing, so we do it every year.  And, like any good witch, we celebrate all three days.  

On the 31st, it’s a little witches’ ball with just the three of us and one lucky lad that we invite to be the recipient of all of our attention.  We drink and dance and play with his genitals until one of us ends up making him cum in our hands.  Then, we save it.  Every last drop.  But night one is only for handy work.

On the 1st, the four of us take a nude hike through the woods.  Every time we stop to rest, we take turns blowing our lucky boy toy until he shoots a sticky load in our mouths.  By the time we’re done walking we’ve all gotten some of his goop.  Then we saved it.  Spit it out into a canteen.  Day two is the day we use our mouths.

The 2nd is when things get really fun.  We start off with a daytime feast for the four of us full of food, wine and butt fucking.  I mean, you can’t spell “bacchanal” without “anal.”  Inevitably, sometime during the whole thing, usually between the food and the ass ramming, our simple boy asks who the fifth plate of food and wine goblet are for.  We just laugh at him and take his fuck hog as far in our rectums as we can and grind around on him until he fills our shit boxes with spunk.  You know what happens next.  We shoot that shit filled cum out of our assholes and save it.  We saved all of his seed for all three days for what happens next.

After the feast, it’s time for the sacrifice.  This is when the worm turns for our lucky stud.  He gets lured onto our sacrificial altar and strapped down so he can’t move.  After we each say our part, his throat is slit and he bleeds out, quick and simple.  Once all of his blood is collected, we can finally get to performing the great rite and increasing the power of our crazy little coven.

The dark entities of death we conjure are drawn to human bodily fluids and waste like moths to a juicy, stinky flame.  We cover ourselves in that boy’s blood and all of that spit and shit filled jizz he gave us before his demise and recite an invocation so we can offer ourselves to whatever awful being we decide to bring forth.  We don’t do it three times in one night, only one of us gets to be ravaged by a rotten wraith each year.  No high priestess in our coven, we share power.  So, every three years, I get to look forward to being tied up, covered in sludge and wailed away on by some ghastly ghoul.  And this is my year.  I can’t fucking wait!

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Sacrifice on Halloween

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn may not have been part of Halloween’s origins, but it seems to be a ritual for me. This guy kidnapped me from the mall parking lot. He told me he was a Druid and that he had to make a human sacrifice to cleanse his soul and gain favor with the gods. He was talking nonsense to me.  I thought a Druid was some fictional thing in the Halloween movies. He was telling me about the origins of Halloween and the tradition of sacrifices while I was bound and gagged in the back seat of his car. It seemed like we drove forever. Honestly, I almost pissed myself in the back of his car it was taking so long to get wherever he was taking me. I had no idea what to expect. I was scared.

gangbang rape pornWe ended up in some remote place in the woods. Some shack was glowing with a low watt orange light. He dragged me like a side of beef into the cabin where other men in robes were waiting for me. I was going to be the star of some Druid freak show gangbang rape porn. Men in scary masks and cloaks, started pawing at me and chanting some medieval song as they shoved their cocks violently in all my holes. I had cocks in my ass, my mouth and pussy. I was screaming, but they were chanting this creepy song that was not even in English. I thought Latin, but these monsters were likely singing in some ancient Druid language. I was in a living nightmare. These men were violently fucking me. I knew I would die once they were done fucking me. I tried to make them enjoy fucking me so they would not stop. Oil lamps were illuminating the cabin, but it was too dark still to see their faces well. Plus, they had strange white masks on their faces with symbols in black.

gangbang rape pornI was part of some ancient Halloween ritual. They saw me as nothing but a sacrifice. I was going to die because some wacko and his cult thought I was a good enough sacrifice to cleanse their souls. I started fighting more. I was not going to be their gangbang rape porn sacrifice without a fight. I started kicking and screaming. I managed to knock over an oil lamp which caught the shack on fire. These freaky Druids started screaming and frantically trying to put out the fire. In the chaos, I escaped through the woods, naked and cold. I was bound, but I freed myself. Fuck those Druid freaks and their human sacrifice mumbo jumbo. I was not dying. At least not this Halloween.