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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.

Snuff Phone Sex Accomplice Venus Will Make You a Killer

snuff phone sexI love snuff phone sex. I am a killer of a bitch. I mean that both figuratively and literally, LOL. I can roleplay killing all day long, but I can kill all day too. I hate people. I am a loner. I have no tribe of friends I hang with. No loyalty to anyone. The one person I ever really liked was my grandpa and he died 10 years ago. He was just like me. A misfit. A sadist. A loner. A killer. He taught me everything I know about how to get away with murder. I can teach you too. I have this guy who hired me to be his accomplice to kill this little whore who dick teases him. Turns out he wants to be like me.  He wants to be a killer and not just on killer phone sex calls. He has homicidal impulses like me. I think most people do, but they lack the balls to do. Once your kill your first victim though, you get a taste for blood. I knew he had potential because when we killed his little cock teasing neighbor girl, I did not have to do it all. When guys hire me to be their accomplice, I am often the one doing it all. I do the killing and the disposal of the body. Plus, I am the one who kidnaps the victim too. Usually, my accomplices are just fucking the little slut and I do everything else. I do not mind. That is what I am paid for, and I do love to kill, but Christopher really took initiative. He did it all. He brought her to me. He force fucked her tiny holes like she was a teen rape porn star. He killed her. He even fucked her dead body and fed her to the coyotes. He showed no fear. He is a stone cold killer like me. He just needs me to hone his skills. What about you? Are you a stone cold killer too?

Snuff sex secrets

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Michael asked me to write about his dirty snuff sex secrets. My caller Michael loves to tell me all about his daughter and how she was unable to speak, so he was able to take advantage of her.

All he would do with her day and night was torture her little body and let her little pussy be engulfed with his cock. Every inch slid deep inside that little cunt of hers.

One day he took it board, and thru the screams, he injected her with a lethal dose of tranquilizers. Her little body grew cold, and his cock got more challenging.

There Michael was fucking her dead body enjoying necrophilia like the good pervert he is and will always be. Michael didn’t have to do much to cover up his daughter’s death, as she was pronounced dead via a seizure. The girl suffered many severe side effects and medical issues that no one would think twice.

Now Michael calls me and tells me all his dirty stories.

Accomplice Phone Sex: I Take the Risks and You Have the Fun

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is my jam. Honestly, I love helping men with their rape fantasies. Now, is the perfect time to find a victim too. This week of Halloween, you can dress in disguise and hide who you are. Johnny and I went hunting for young girls the other night. We dressed up as a couple with brats and joined in on the local trunk and treat event to check out the young talent. When Johnny found one he liked, I stalked her to find out where she lives, who she hangs with and her habits. He wanted to fuck this little slut so bad, it was all I could do to keep him at bay until I could hatch a plan. If it was not for me, he might have gone to jail Friday night for exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. He needs me. You need me too. I take the risks, do the planning so I can protect you. I sped up the process because Johnny wanted this little slut so bad. I surprised him last night with her. I kidnapped and drugged her. She was still out cold when I hand delivered her to his bed. I was like a cat who caught the mouse and was so proud I dropped it on his pillow. He had an immediate boner. I told him this one could not be returned, so we had to use her well. He had a better idea. Keep her alive in a cage in the basement and make her a permanent sex slave. I liked that idea. She was young, tight and cute. She had a few years left in her. My partner in crime tore her little cunnie and asshole up. She was a virgin. There was a blood bath as he fucked her as proof of that. She woke up while he was fucking her, but she did not have much fight in her. Now, she is living in a pink dog cage in Johnny’s basement. Naked and afraid. She is nothing but fuck meat now. I am a taboo phone sex accomplice. Who can we snatch for you?

IT Wants Willow

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Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown.  Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death.  Not me, though.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.

It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho.  I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe.  It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do.  I love it.  That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.

The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub.  Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath.  I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep.  He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me.  I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer.  Color me intrigued.

His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat.  As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me.  Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it.  It didn’t work.  I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.  

Ever fluster a cosmic entity?  It’s pretty fun.  When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad.  That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me.  Now we’re talking.  I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time.  Hell, I’ll try anything once.

I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep.  Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right.  Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing.  I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me.  That demon definitely did not disappoint.

Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once.  I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine.  One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy.  I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain.  Cathartic as hell.  I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck.  We all fuck, down here.

 

Snuff Phone Sex Season is Here: Let’s Go Bimbo Hunting

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is always popular, but during October, it is at its peak in popularity. It is because horror movies inspire you to kill.  I am not blaming horror movies for my murderous impulses. Those were always there. Horror films, however, showed me how easy it is to get away with murder. I am smarter and more realistic than your typical horror flick villain. I hunt a lot of the same prey though. Dumb bimbos flood the horror movie genre, but they flood the world too. They need eliminated one bimbo at a time. I hooked up with Paul last night. He wanted to go bimbo hunting with me. We had a bimbo right in our bar too. This blonde waif of a girl with a fake ID. A true Karen in the making too. She was likely 18 but her bad fake ID had her at 25. The door man caught her, and she threw a fit. Started talking about how her daddy owned half this city and him too. She was busted with a fake ID. She should have walked away, but she made an ass out of herself and started tossing her privilege around. We had a winner. This little bitch needed to feel our killer phone sex rage for girls like her. If the world has one less Karen, it is better off. We left when they kicked her out of the bar. Her drunk and belligerent ass was still ranting in the parking lot. I clocked her over the head and Paul shoved her in the trunk. I took her to my cabin in the woods. My accomplice for the night fucked the shit out of her first. I mean part of the fun of having an accomplice is the force fucking. I can use my fist or a foreign object, but your cock is the perfect final cock any bimbo deserves. We shredded the drunk cunt. My accomplice for the night explored his violent rape phone sex fantasies, and I dismembered and disemboweled the cunt. I know you have some bimbo you want to snuff too. It is hunting season my fellow sadistics. Who should we fuck and kill?

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy is Something I Know About

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies for mommy are very common. Most boys have a mommy they feel cock teased them. I spend a good deal of time talking to men with rape fantasies for their mother. Sometimes, I meet men like that too. Over the weekend, I met a young boy who has those fantasies too. Only he did not have rape fantasies for his mother. He had them for his best friend’s mother, which is me. My sons were camping with their father, when Robbie showed up. I knew he knew my son was gone this weekend. I played it coy though as not to embarrass the boy. I thought he just had a crush on me. In hindsight, he wanted me alone. He always seemed like such a nice boy. But his demeanor changed quickly. He grabbed a kitchen knife and told me to strip naked. He had stone cold killer phone sex eyes. I mean his eyes went black as night. He wanted to hurt me. They way he explained it, I owed him for years of cock teasing him. He found a bunch of hardcore photos of me. He found my phone sex sites too. He said if I could fuck my own sons, I could fuck him. His logic was not wrong, but I am more than twice his age, and he was trying to assault me. I could not let the little punk think that was okay. Well, he showed me. He pinned me on the floor and ripped my panties off. When I tried to fight him, he tied my wrists together with some rope he found in a kitchen drawer. He held me down and shoved his cock in my asshole like I was an ass rape porn star. I screamed and fought him, but he was too strong for me. He came in me, but he was not done. He fucked me for hours, until his balls were drained. I had no idea what a little shit my son’s best friend was.

Killer phone sex with a sadistic bitch like me!

Killer phone sexSweet, sweet revenge in the form of Killer phone sex with a sadistic bitch like me! The perfect excuse to put my sadistic mind to work. Some may say I’m sick, I just say that I’m creative. My sister’s boyfriend decided to be a disloyal little pig, and though I love my sister, any reason to make this waste of space suffer was enough for me.

I’ve been thinking of the best, most painful ways to really make him suffer and I think I came up with the perfect plan for his demise. Of course, I’ll need your help! You are the perfect accomplice and always have the sickest mind. I think we should start by hanging him by his dick and balls. Wrap that worthless sick little pecker and those worthless balls tight with a rough rope. He wanted something tight wrapped around it right, well his wish is my command! I command you to hang him from that tiny cock that he wanted to throw around town. He thought I was a heartless bitch before, well now he will know how truly heinous I can be.

Our shared lust of bloodletting will get your wheel turning and I have a tray of various tools. I start with beating him with a stick that has rusty nail coming out in all directions. Each whack impaling him, and I slowly rip it out. His screams and the smell of his blood causes mine to rush! I take pleasure and making him suffer. No vital areas just yet I want him to suffer for hours yet!

I see you grab a knife and start slicking him wildly each time I hear the knife sever the flesh I feel my pretty tight pink wet pussy throb and drip. You know I am a sadistic bitch! I love to see him suffer and to make him cry for help. Too bad no one can save him he has a one-way ticket straight to hell! He knew better than to cross me unless he wanted death, I guess he now regrets play Russian roulette!