Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Highway 666

There’s a little place I know where the dead walk and roam . . . a place of evil that’s trapped inside the walls. Can you hear the groans? It’s sick. I want to know what’s underneath. I scratch at the antique paper coating the places I can’t go . . . slivers pierce my fingernails and rodents bite my ankles here. I want to escape. But it’s too late. Once you let it in, you have to stay inside. There’s no way out. You’re trapped here now. Look into my eyes. Do you see my soul? It’s black and aged . . . here, you should never go. I can’t stop manipulating. Every word out of my mouth is a lie belated, waiting. Waiting to sink my claws deep in you and drag you to the depths of all unholy creation. The world through a monster’s eye. There’s a cabin off the road on Highway 666. It’s a shack I go to sometimes when I’m in the mood for a little hunting and driving. Sometimes both at once–other times, I’m a patient little fuck. When it gets dark outside and the trees are swaying back and forth, I hear whispering in those hollow logs that echos through the weeping willows. The last time I was there, I could’ve sworn I saw a stupid bitch running around out there. It was about 2AM, and I decided to go see for myself. When I got out, I heard crying coming from all directions. “Come here honey,” I called out in a sweet-as-sugar voice, dripping with the kind of evil that grabs your ankles and twists around you. Squeezes the good outta you from the inside out. Takes it, destroys it, and leaves you dark and cold forever . . . I found the little twerp sitting underneath a big maple tree out in the woods around the cabin. I took her hair in my hands and looked deep into her eyes . . . She was shaking and shivering in fear–guess she didn’t like what stared back at her.

Jagged Little Pill

There’s nothing like hydrocodone ground up beneath the heel of my dirty boot. Go ahead, lean down and sniff that shit. Don’t be a pussy. Snort it up. Get that powder deep up in that nasal cavity. Smell that? Yeah baby. LOL!  You wanna get high as the fucking sky? That’s the best time to conduct a kill. Every time you take a deep breath, feel yourself riding the euphoric wave of life on its way to the end. I’m going to make you keep at it until you fucking die. That’s right you stupid asshole. I know my stash was raided last night. You left your grubby fingerprints all over the crime scene. *KICK* Right in the fucking spleen. I hope it bursts and you’re cursed with a million ways to suffer. Burn in Hell. Did I tell you to stop? No. Keep snorting. That’s right. Take it in nice and long. Haha! 🙂 Get that sniffing little nose and keep on going. No one steals Alice’s drugs. If you want to fuck with me, you’re going to have to take a whopping for it. You were snatching for my pills, so now you’re getting them. Aren’t I sweet? Yes Siree. Now keep sniffing like the little drug stealing dog you are. BITCH. My fucking drug bitch. Snort faster! Go. Go. Go. Fucking go faster. Uh oh. That can’t be right. You’ve stopped breathing . . . I leaned over, looked in your pocket, and your I.D. says Dr. Steven. Ummmm? Well, that’s weird. I guess I did a few too many pills myself last night. Looks like I got the wrong guy. Sigh. More work for me. Oh well. That was just a warm up. Think of it this way: there’s so much more time to plan my revenge fun for the real fucker outta luck 🙂 The more the merrier. Lol!

Kiss of Death

There are men in my life who think I am normal. They see the tattoos, the piercings, and the “rocker chick” haircut, and they call me alternative .  . . They say that I’m scene. Most of these people are men–and they tell me how fucking sexy I am. It gets their dick nice and hard thinking about fucking such a tough girl like me. Well lemme tell you something, baby. I’m no benign bitch. I have some special lipstick on my dresser right now . . . would you like a kiss? I’ve got a friend who’s a real sick fuck, and she makes make-up . . . Wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got some black mamba spiders in my basement and I trapped them in a cage. I like to watch them climb the walls and try to escape. Makes me giddy with pleasure at the control I have over everyone I know . . . I can be what I want to be, do what I want to do. If it was up to me, the entirety of the human race would become my playthings. I’ve got venom laced inside my kiss. Lean in close, ‘cus you’re gonna taste this . . . I’ve built up a tolerance because of my twistedness, been smearing this shit on since before I can remember it. But when your lips touch mine, they’ll get a little flavor on ’em. I’m gonna show my affection while I watch you fucking die.

Frankly, I’m A Fucking Monster

Snuff Phone Sex Bianca

Everyone has a method–everyone. I don’t care if you’re a white collar professional, a bus boy at Denny’s, or a rich bitch with a trust fund stocked to the brim . . . everyone has a method. There’s just way too much stress in this world to take it like a fucking idiot. I don’t let anyone fuck with me. I’m the fucker. I’m the bitch. I’M the one who ruins and destroys people’s lives at the drop of a hat . . . and I’m the one enamored with Franklin Evan’s methods. Never heard of him? Haha. Boy, are you missing out. That stupid piece of shit is a goddamn genius.

“In the summer of 1872, 64-year-old Franklin Evans – aka the Northwood Monster – lured his adolescent grandniece, Georgianna Lovering, into the woods near her home, strangled her to death, then raped and sexually mutilated her corpse.

Following his arrest, he confessed to a string of unsolved atrocities, among them the random mutilation-murder of a physically deformed five-year-old girl he snatched from her New Hampshire home, the rape-murder of a 14-year-old schoolgirl in Maine, and the butchering of a 15-year-year-old Massachusetts girl, along with her 12-year-old brother who had witnessed the crime. He was eventually caught for his “unnamable and incredible crimes,” and “swung like a dog” in his execution.”

I get so pissing drunk, my ankles are bleeding from my heels and I don’t even fucking feel it. I’m feeling gleeful–feeling giddy. I’m going to squeeze a tramp’s throat til she ceases to breath. You wanna taste? Haha. Just you wait . . .

Wickedly Sadistic Fantasies With Deviant Natasha

You’re both intrigued and a bit frightened of me because you know exactly who I am and what I am capable of. And that makes your cock throb and ache for me, you’re completely mesmerized and there’s nothing that you wouldn’t give for a chance to put my wicked, wicked ways into action.

You’ve tried to stop, but it’s impossible to get me out of your head, it’s like you’re under my spell. Well, if you think about it, you are….admit it. I could see it in your eyes, you’ve fantasized about something like this happening but never once thought it could really happen.

The opportunity is here and now, so are you man enough to follow through and clean out all that useless baggage in your life? You need not worry about all the details, I’ll take care of everything, it’s what I do remember?

You have the most deviant, evil Accomplice at your service and I can safely say I enjoy and savor every second of what I do. The last few years have been a nightmare, your pathetic excuse for a wife is like having dead weight around your neck and you can’t free yourself, hmmm until now.

And, just because you have been through hell with that worthless troll, I’m gonna let you have a front row seat for delicious torture session I have planned out for her. In fact, I’m going to insist that you participate, she needs to look into your eyes and know that you are responsible for this!

You are going to save her, rescue her, comfort her, oh no….you’re going to tell her what a useless cunt she is and how every moment with her the past few years have been sheer torture for you and now it’s her turn. Mmmm, nothing is too graphic or gory for me, let’s push the limits and see how far we can prolong her suffering and agony…are you game?

Murder Fun

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

I love it when I have someone who is unwilling to die. That is the best type of victim but I do also love the volunteers that come my way. I had a volunteer just recently that I had so much fun playing with. I had him lay on the floor because I was unwilling to let his pathetic ass lay on my table. I had him naked and on my floor with his legs spread wide. I started by taking a hammer and tenderizing his body. I smashed his head and left blood and bruises everywhere. Then I stepped on his balls one at time with my heels and made him listen to the little squishy noises they made when I pressed my heel down. I stepped on the tip of his dick too. That was fun. It was like I was popping a pimple when the tip squirted all the blood everywhere. I played with him for a while and then I did murder him. After he was dead I sat on his chest and played in his blood while I fingered myself. Oh that was so much fun! I can not wait for another volunteer!

The Flames Get Higher

torture phonesex karmaNot only was I craving the feeling of being lost in the beauty of it all. But I needed to be able to cum to the sound of the screams of agony and desperation. Preparing for the carnage builds the anticipation so much so that my body physically aches for release. I take my time with the accelerant, pouring it strategically around the pretty little cottage style home. Inside is a perfect little family, Mommy, Daddy, a boy and girl and of course the family pooch. I can see them through the bedroom windows sleeping soundly. Smiling somewhere in the land of their dreams. It only serves to heighten the need and I can feel my cunt start to leak juices.torture phonesex house My hand is shaking with anticipation as I strike the lighter and touch it to the accelerant. I watch as the flame quickly creeps along the path of the accelerant before I hide in the tree line. The flames with their beautiful colors of red and yellow and that brilliant blue mixed in are hypnotic. I watch as they climb higher and the blaze intensifies. I can hear the frantic barking of the dog and the sounds of a man yelling for his family to wake up, the screams of the females in the house are unmistakable. I know by now the smoke is becoming unbearable. They will try to get low and crawl for an exit. But it doesn’t matter because there are no exits, they are in flames! As I imagine the bodies being chard to a crisp, the pain and agony of being burned alive, I can feel my climax building. Just as I am about to explode there is a sudden explosion and at the moment I feel the ground shake under my body, my cunt erupts in an earth shattering orgasm! Just like the flames, It’s so hot in between my legs!torture phonesex fire

When I knew I was Sadistic

The first time I realized I was sadistic was when I was a little girl. I use to watch all of the gory horror films when all of my friends were scared to death of them. I loved to see the blood and guts! I guess that is where my love for blood started, the love to see it flowing out of someone and the love to want to feel it! I couldn’t resist my love to feel that blood so when I was a little older there was this stupid cat that use to drive me crazy. I think it was a stray and it was always around meowing and hissing and just being plain mean. I decided right then and there I wanted to feel the blood flowing out of its body! So I picked it up by the scruff of its neck and just started superficially stabbing it just to practice and get the blood flowing out. After that I was addicted to the blood and then the torture of that damn cat! I had to torture it more so I decided to start at the scruff of its neck and start skinning that stupid thing alive. Man you should have heard it cry out, lol. It was so fun, I enjoyed the hell out of torturing that stupid cat. I started wondering what it would be like with human prey. So that is when I realized I was a sadistic and have loved every minute of it and the darkness it has taken me to!

Killer phone sex with Blaze

Accomplice phone sex with BlazeKiller phone sex is super hot when you use the right tools! And I know just the right tools to use. My hands and your hard cock! Marty is a favorite of mine to play with. He fucking hates his ex wife and her bitch of a daughter. I love when he wants to teach the two fucking whores a lesson! I want to make mommy watch while I beat the shit out of her snot noised bitch. I am going to make her scream and cry! I want to listen to mommy begging for her life. Begging to let her go! Ha ha ha … And I am going to help spread her legs open while Marty teaches her what she was made for! All the time mommy whimpers and screams. I am going to wrap my fingers around her little throat and squeeze. Time for this bitch to die! And when I squeeze the life out of this whore she is going to spasm all over Marty’s dick! Draining him dry! Now mommy will have her turn. Of course he doesn’t want to fuck old news like her. So I get to have my fun with her. I am going to beat that bitch close to death. And while she is still fighting for breath. I am going to let Marty fuck me. And I am going to let our weight crush the last light out of his ex whore! Now that is a Killer time!

Klondikebar

What would a fat little fuck do for a klondikebar? It doesn’t really matter because klondikebar or not, that pudgy little twat was going to be taken care of.  The klondikebar just came in handy.  I saw this tubby little slut trying to run after the ice cream man.  She waddled and waddled for about 20 feet then gave up.  Her thighs were rubbing together forcing her shorts up between her thunder thighs.  Her stomach was pouring out of her too tight t-shirt. Disgusting sight it was to behold.  I couldn’t even finish my beer.

I called her over to ask her if she would like for me to get her some ice cream because I had some in my apartment.  Her fat face lit up right away.  I flicked my cigarette onto the sidewalk so that I could go inside.  I instructed her to stay put, that I would be right back.  I came back down with two klondikebars, gave her one and held onto the other.  She fucking inhaled that shit.  I had mine unwrapped already and was about to take a bite, but her little eyes were looking at it like it was the last piece of food in the universe.  I gave it to her.  She sat down next to me and told me all about her double dutch she was going to play later and she even asked me if I wanted to help turn.  I almost threw up right there.  I told her no that I had grown up things to do.

I went up to my apartment so I could watch from my window.  I sat there for a good two hours, I guess her layer of blubber was protecting her, like some sort of super fat power or something.  There she was, turning the rope while her friends jumped between the ropes, then she did this two step forward move, and fell flat on her face.  I laughed so hard, come on, you would too, seeing a fat blob just fall over like that.  Her rotund Mother came hobbling out of the apartment, yelling for someone to call 911, but I knew something that the sow didn’t know.  I knew that I just saved her oinker from a life time of humiliation, health concerns, and being pity fucked.  I have to pat myself on the back for this one, after all, I did a fucking good deed.