Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

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.

What to do with the left overs

Ok now that I have tortured and killed this bitch, there is a little matter of getting rid of her body. There are plenty of ways to get rid of the evidence of a body. I mean you could wrap it up in one of those blue tarp’s and drive to the woods far away and dump her there. Or you could poor some acid all over her body and watch the skin and bone boil away. You could dismember her and drop her body parts all over the state, then no one would ever know who she is, lol. I can tell you my preferred way to get rid of the evidence of a body. First I would dismember her tortured body and then start chopping her limbs up into little pieces. Then I would chop her torso up into pieces. I would then take her body parts to a hog farm and feed all of her body parts to the hogs. They will eat anything bone and all! So by the time they get done with her there will be no evidence of a dead body!

My Rival

My RivalI have a rival and she thinks she is smarter than me, well I beg to differ! You know that phrase keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Well I keep her close to me she doesn’t even know that I think of her as a rival. I think I am going to invite her to my house and do something really bad to her. Ok she has arrived at my house and I invite her in and act all nice and shit. Then I pull my gun out and point it at her head and lead her to a room I have made just for her. I have a chair in the middle of the room, some rope, a cattle prod and my knife of course! Just enough to torture her sorry little ass. So I make her go back to the room and make her sit in the chair and tie her up. The first thing I do is shoot her in her knee caps so she can be rithing in pain! Then I hit her with the cattle prod a couple of times listening to her scream. Mmmm that turns me on so much, her little screams and whimpering! Then I circle around her rubbing my gun over her head and ask her if she wants to live. Of course, she said yes and I said I might let her live but I am still thinking about it. Of course I am not going to let her live, I am going to snuff her out like the dog she is! I hit her with the cattle prod again, God I love torturing this bitch! I then get my knife and slowly start slicing her head and cutting her hair off. Then I start slicing the bitch up all over her body listening to her scream loud! I slice her nipples off, lol, and then I slice down her stomach, not enough that her insides fall out, but really close to it. Now she is begging me for her life and crying and shit, lol. I finally decide to put that bitch out of her misery and point my gun at the temple of her head and shoot and watch her DIE!! That is what I like to do with my rivals.

Do Anything

You were so easy.  All I had to do is flash a smile, show my tits, touch that disgusting piece of meat between your legs and you promised to do what ever I wanted to make me happy.  I have to tell you, it would take a shit load more than what you have to make me happy, but that is besides the point.  Now you are worried.  You phoned me out of breath, your voice shaking.  I laughed and hung up on you.  You are fucked.

I wasn’t the one who went out and did what you did.  I just talked about the fantasy of it, you are the one who actually did the deed.  Although it was what I wanted, I would never admit I put the idea into your head.  You yourself said you would do anything, perhaps you should be more careful with your words.  Most people who took the action that you have have these things, they are called balls, maybe you have heard of them?  Did you piss yourself while you were carving her up, or did your cock explode in her tight, bloody, widened out asshole?  I am thinking it was the second thing mentioned. 

There you are, running away from the mess you made, and you call me to clean it up for you? Not in a million years.  As far as I am concerned it was all fantasy, you were the one who took it into the world and did those brutal things to that weak, unsuspecting girl.  I will not help you. As a matter of fact, now that you have accomplished what I whispered into your ear, I no longer even know you.  Clean up your own mess boy, deal with it, and move on.  Send me a post card from Death Row, and I’ll frame it and put it on my desk.