They were a fine looking couple, so in love. Ready to start their life together.A holiday wedding, what a novel idea. Too bad they got a flat tire right after the ceremony all dressed in their wedding attire. Of course I stopped to help the newly weds. Well actually I stopped to help myself to the newly weds. her beautiful gown and his fine tux are nothing but tattered shreds laying in a heap on the floor. She is still in her panties and guarder, he is stripped bare. They are in my basement handcuffed and chained and waiting for their fate. I imagine the reception is long since over since the bride and groom never showed up. The smiles are gone, replaced by tear stained cheeks and fear filled eyes.
Other then stripping them and holding them captive, I haven’t begun to torture and torment them. That is going to be my New Year Celebration. I have kept them fed these last few days, but other then that they have been kept in the dark. I have spent countless hours out of site fucking my pussy while I listen to them alternate between talks of their love, hopes of escape and contemplating what will become of them. The uncertainty and fear in their voices, the desperation increasing with each passing hour simply serves to make me want to have my way with them sooner then tomorrow. But I will wait patiently and hold them captive until tomorrow night. As soon as the sun goes down I will begin to celebrate a new year and when the clock strikes midnight they will take their last breath together. I will make sure they keep their vows, till death do us part. What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!
Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies
There Is No Way Out
It Was The Perfect Place
I had her for several days. A little torture here and little torture there. By the time I was done she could scream no longer. Her throat was so hoarse she had no voice. That part of the thrill was over but the terror in her eyes was still there. That alone thrilled me to the point of making my pussy drip. Her body was beaten and battered by the time I decided to find some place to dump her. It was time to end it for her and dispose of the body.
I found a vacant lot but not secluded. I wanted to be able to case it after I was done because I love the thrill of watching them find the body, or what is left of it. Picking the perfect time I dismembered her body and loaded her up. I dumped her in the perfect location and set up camp to watch. It didn’t take long and when they found her and all the emergency vehicles showed up. The confusion and out rage at the ghastly scene made me cum so hard I had to lay there in my hiding spot and recover. It was the perfect place.
Your Card Has Been Dealt
Meeting up with my dealer we had to hook up in a sketchy way due to things unrelated. In order to get what I wanted for my Holiday I had to accommodate his hectic schedule. We met up in a vacant lot off of a dirt road, and of course I was on my bike and packing.
As it was getting fairly dark I started getting a little impatient with this asshole. As I was trying to be nice but that has quickly faded. I slid my boot knife out and slid a sharpening stone out of my bag I started sharpening my knife. Sitting on my bike sharpening a pointy assed stiletto and smoking I wasn’t fucking playing.
This little bastard dealer came rolling up in his tacky assed low rider trying to look all fucking cool. Well I found him more fucking annoying than ever. I just continued to slide my blade across the stone. He brought my shit over to me stuttering when he saw the look on my face. I slipped the stone away and spit shined my blade before dipping it into the bag of blow. I pulled out a fat bump and snorted it up. This only made me more irritated as he was trying to rush me with the payment.
I got your payment mother fucker. Slipping off my bike as I slide my hand in my jacket I withdraw a Ruger and put it to his head. Mother Fucker I don’t like being played, and it appears I didn’t make this clear upfront. I WILL Fuck Your World Up, and leave your dead corpse in a vacant lot in the middle of nowhere.
Murderous Thoughts
I set up my camera like you asked me to. You said you wanted to see me doing something private, something real. Your addiction to watching girls has gotten stronger and you need something new to get your cock hard. You want to just watch and imagine the horrible torture you would inflict on me. You want to see me exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to make you a video you could stroke your cock too. Something that would make you enraged with frustration about not being able to grab me and hurt me while you watch it.
Your sickness has brought you this bathtime video. I tease the camera with my tiny body. Bones you could crush with one strong grip. My skin exposed, the scars nearly invisible in the bathroom light glare. But we know they are there. You watch the video, your cock throbbing, wanting to reach through the screen and hurt me. Make me bleed. I smile at the camera, knowing it will infuriate you. I will pay dearly for that wry smile, but in the moment I forget myself.
I take my panties down showing my tiny ass right in front of the lens. I can only imagine your anger at my teasing. Your inability to control your rage and your need to abuse my body because I deserve it. The only thing between myself and a certain death is the camera. You can only watch, and wait. wait until you see me again and punish me for teasing you. Punish me for giving you exactly what you want. But I know you’ve been going through girls too fast. You can’t control your blood lust, and if you don’t slow down you will get caught.
So I have become your fantasy. Your girl on film. The one you want to kill, but can’t. The one you jerk your hard cock to, but don’t crush in your fits of rage. This video will keep me alive for another day. maybe longer. Are you mad? Is your blood boiling as you watch me enjoy the warm water surround me? Do you imagine pushing my head under the water and holding it there until I stop fighting? It wouldn’t take much. But you can’t do anything but watch. Murder on your mind, and your cock in your hand. I am going to close my eyes and enjoy my bath.
The Tub
I had some time to kill and decided to stop at the library. Browsing the shelves I spotted a book titled “The Most Horrific Torture Techniques Of All Time” Picking up the book I could feel the pumping of my cunt releasing juice into my panties. I sat down at a tale and began to read. With every page I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. Some of the tortures I had heard of some I had not. And then I got to The Tub. It doesn’t sound menacing but it is sadistic and evil and twisted. As I read all about it I came so hard I almost slid off the chair and I knew that I would be finding a victim with in the hour. This form of torture would last for days and I could not wait. This particular form of torture was commonly called “sitting In the tub” it was used to torture convicts years ago. The convict would be placed in a wooden tub with nothing but their head sticking out. Then the executioner would cover their faces with milk and honey; in no time at all flies would swarm their faces and begin to feed on them. The convict was kept well fed so that they would end up swimming in their excrement. After a few days, maggots and worms would devour their body as they decayed alive. I had the perfect metal tub for the job and got right to work. Being sadistic is such fun!
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Georgia
When I see you torture another girl now I just get jealous. Can you believe that?! I never thought I would enjoy the pain as much you said I would. Watching you torture that girl was still a little fun, but I just wished it was me the entire time. Hearing the loud cracks of your whip and seeing her blood run down her body really got me going though.
As much as I tried to resist I couldn’t ignore my aching clit. If you caught me I knew I’d be punished, that’s probably why I didn’t try very hard to hide what I was up to. It wasn’t a surprise when you caught me, to be honest it’s what I wanted. You saw me there, kneeling on the floor rubbing my swollen clit. I didn’t even get a chance to make up an excuse before you slapped me across the face. You were so angry that you continued to beat on me, not knowing that it makes me cum. Those screams weren’t just from pain! even when I was spitting my blood out of my own mouth I loved every minute of it…
Every night I crave more pain and fantasize about the most severe beating. Sometimes I think about you cutting me into little pieces, slowly killing me. That fantasy makes me cum right away, I feel so dirty afterward. I’m a little afraid of how far I will go to feel more pain. I want to beg you for it, I’m so tired of denying how much I love it.
Killer Phone Sex with Venus: Tis the Season to Be Fatal
When I was just a little girl, my parents knew something was off about me. While other girls my age were idolizing Disney princesses, I was worshiping knife wielding psychopaths. While other girls my age aspired to be nurses, mommies or lawyers, I wanted to be a killer. Some people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. They didn’t appreciate a young thing who epitomized the worst aspects of human nature: violence, wrath, greed, revenge… But I had my mentors, Norman, Michael, Chucky and Patrick. They taught me killing was necessary to rid the world of bad parents, narcissistic assholes, empty headed Barbie dolls, and essentially anyone who annoyed me or had something that I wanted or needed.
I have honed my killing skills over the years thanks to a slew of dark, demented role models. When I first started killing it was messy, unorganized, impulsive, lacking in style. Now, I am meticulous. I research my prey’s habits and routine. I have a plan for disposing of the body. I have rubber gloves and other tools of the trade to obscure any DNA traces that could link back to me. I’m patient and can wait for the right opportunity to kill my victim. I can savor the moment, make sure my victim knows why I selected them, toy with them for awhile. I’m a perfect mimic now too. I can kill anyone and make it look like the work of someone else. I’m actually very proud of my killing skills.
I am YOUR perfect accomplice for all your killer phone sex fantasies and realities. Yes, I prefer knife play on my victims, but variety is the spice of life, and the key to never being caught. So, I have a wide assortment of killing tools in my arsenal: knives, guns, baseball bats, hammers, rope, blow torch, chainsaw, acid, poisons…. We can have so much fun hunting and killing while others are shopping. We can even devise a naughty or nice list; what I call a kill list. Whose on your kill list? I mean it is the season to be fatal.
Bloody Phone Sex with Reagan * Death Cums To Me
As I hide in the shadow, my cunt is screaming for bloody phone sex. One by one they cum down this alley, and I can’t help but laugh as they try to scream. All that is audible is the blood gurgling in the throat from the slash of open flesh. Fresh blood spatters all around, as my thrusts of this knife become more intense. The last shallow breath is accompanied by that sweet blood choking sound as the lungs fill up with the blood from a badly slashed and severed chest. Admiring how I look covered in so much blood, I smile as I look down at the now unrecognizable victim. My cunt throbbing…
Time to slink into the shadows, knife readied for my next sweet death. I needed more. More screams, more blood, more lust. I smile as I hear another set of foot steps. I do love when death comes to me… I spin around as this one sees the massacre on the ground and is frozen when I step in between my fresh corpse and my new friend. In one motion I slit his chest open. Quick and easy, like a knife through butter.. again the lust takes over and in a split second blood, once more, is covering me while veins and arteries are severed.. shallow breaths..
My sex is on fire as I am engulfed in a crimson flood.. this is the only way. As I rub my now bloody cunt I can feel the fire become so intense my legs shake. I slip the handle of my knife inside my snatch and fuck my cunt so hard. Screaming I finally release and cum all over my dead bodies.. knowing they watch from dead eyes.. I stand up and walk slowly away.. dripping blood and cunt juice I search for more. My cunt hungrier now than it was when I started. I will wait for the next one..
Necrophilia Phone Sex
Come join my quest for necrophilia phone sex. I can’t wait to get right to it and find a good stiff dead cock to ride. Lets start off by cruising the holiday Shops. There will be a lot of lonely single men just looking to for that perfect gift, and I will turn him into MY perfect gift instead. We shop long and hard finally we find the perfect victim. You finally find the perfect owner of a soon to be dead cock for me to fuck in the family bathroom. I look in the door and agree that he will do nicely.
I lure him back to our house for a drink. I portray myself to him as innocent and harmless. I make him feel at ease as I give him the drink that has been laced with something to make him more compliant. I put in just the right amount to make sure it sends his heart into a spastic rthym that will throw him into cardiac arrest. He collapses to the floor, I wait a few minutes then check for a pulse. It is done, he is long gone. I can feel my clit begin to throb as I wait for the rigger mortis to set in, I reach down and stroke his lifeless cock, holding it for more than an hour as I stroke my pulsating clit.
You emerge from your hiding place and help me undress my fuck toy. He has a nice body beneath those winter clothing, bonus for me. I lean down and suck his cock into my mouth, it tastes like death. I spit on it to lube it up, then you help me climb on board. You watched me ride that cock for a few hours before lividity set in and the rigger mortise began to leave his body. It was the best shopping trip ever, you got the gift of seeing me riding a stiff lifeless cock, and I received the gift of having multiple orgasms.
Snuff sex is the only thing that gets me off
Snuff sex is something you have to experience before you can truly understand it and sad to say it but there are very few people who truly do understand it the way that I do.So I was very surprised to find a man that not only understands it, he revels in it just as I do! He shares my passion for killing and is just as fascinated by killers from the past as I am too. Like Jack the Ripper in particular, we both love the way he stalked those whores and ripped them apart the way he did. We talk about him all the time and finally we have decided to pay homage to him by killing whores the same way he did. We found a dark alleyway and hid in the shadows until we found the perfect whore. She was obviously a working girl, probably had a pussy full of cum when we snatched her but we weren’t interested in her cunt all we wanted to do was gut the fucking whore. We completely eviscerated that dumb slut and we left her there spread open for the whole world to see. I wonder who we will pick to be our next victim…
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