That fucking little bitch down the road has GONE to damn far. She has always copied me.. followed me. Wants to be wild like me. But she is just a preppy little bitch that has no clue how dark I am. I have my favorite tattoo artiest and lover. Jean. I have been seeing Jean for damn year 3 years off and on. And when that fucking bitch caught on to it she started the same old shit! Angelina thinks she can just take over my life. Copy my hair. My tattoos. Even my furniture and my clothes! Everyone says I should be fucking flattered. That it is the truest form of flattery. And I could ignore most of it. She is but a nuisance. But then she went after Jean. Started telling all kinds of fucked up lies about me… Now Jean doesnt want to play with me. That Fucking bitch went to fucking far. So I did what any good bitch would do. I broke into her house and shoved my panties down her throat. I tied that bitch up and went to town. I let her know what I am REALLY like. I started peeling her skin off of her. I used my small scalpel. I peeled her like a fucking grape. Slowly. I fucking loved the fear in her eyes. She pissed on herself when I told her I was going to kill her. After I peeled her skin off… I poured salt all over her! I let her burn for a while. Then I set her on fire. Burn in hell bitch!
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Burn Bitch!
Medieval Torture Sex: Weapons of Destruction
Torture sex is my favorite. I know it is hard to believe, but I am a glutton for punishment. A total pain slut. I’m attracted to cruel dominant men. I’m not talking spankings or even floggings or cannings. I want to experience serious pain; come inches to dying; need medical assistance. I can’t have an orgasm without pain. I have my own collection of weapons that Masters sometimes have to be encouraged to use on me because they are deadly.
I recently procured a medieval spiked mace and sword. Nice addition to my collection. It is very menacing, very deadly if used correctly. The problem is that I can’t use it on myself. I knew just the man who would. I called Master Louis. He came right over. The thought of hurting me had his dick rock hard. He is a twisted mother fucker who loves destroying the looks of hot bitches. When I showed him my new toy, I mean weapon, he practically salivated .
We went to my basement. He laid down plastic and strung me up. With glee in his eyes, he began to spin the mace balls. One shot to the stomach and it was an instant blood fest. The spikes ripped my flesh. He hit me several more times with it. I could feel the blood pouring out of me. I was turned on by the pain. The plastic beneath me was covered in my blood. Looked like a snuff porn had been filmed. Aroused by the blood. I wanted him to hit me in the face with it, but he was too much of a wuss. I taunted him, called him a coward and finally, one of the spiked balls hit me in the jaw. That was the last thing I remember before waking up in the ER.
I’m healing up nicely. But it is only a matter of time before someone else tortures me. Maybe it will be you?
Snuff Porn Accomplice Helps Make Snuff Porn Torrent
Snuff porn is a popular Google search keyword. This means that lots of folks enjoy looking at snuff films online. So, it is not surprising that snuff porn torrent is on the rise. One of my masters had to explain it to me since I am a stupid whore. A torrents is a file sharing program for videos. The Napster of the snuff word I guess. A torrent isn’t just violent or gore related, but the snuff ones are among the most popular. This got Master thinking that we needed to step out of the world of ass rape porn, and start getting deadly.
I didn’t want anything to do with those kind of films. But, I had no choice. Master hung me upside down and beat me for hours until I agreed to procure him a victim. He wanted a pretty young blonde one. According to him, blonde victims are most searched for in the world of violent video file sharing. I got him a blonde bimbo. Promised her good drugs and hot men and she accompanied me to her death. Master was very happy with my selection. She even had a high pitched baby girl voice that he thought would sound really hot when being tortured. I slipped her a roofie to make her more pliable. I hate being an accomplice usually, but her voice was like finger nails on a chalkboard. Plus, I knew more intelligent plant life than her.
I gave her some acid for a good trip. Master handed her a big ass cross and told her it was a cock. She was so fucked up she believed him. Started impaling her cunt with it. Blood was flying out of her snatch. She looked like the victim of a back alley abortion, but she kept fucking herself. Master started filming it. It was the weirdest shit I had seen in awhile. Not sure I would ever search for such a thing, but guess I could see the market for it. The stupid cunt was fucking her ass next, which garnered even more blood. Master had her yelling all sorts of blasphemous stuff. She was saying fuck Jesus as she rammed the cross deeper and harder into her bloody tattered fuck holes.
Her cunt lips got severed off; her ass prolapsed and her clit was a raw bloody nub. I didn’t think Master would really snuff her. Most of the snuff films on the Internet are fake, or at least I had hoped, but Master said we had to kill the cunt for the sake of realism. He decided that she needed to die on the cross like Jesus. He crucified her. Nailed her to this wood cross. It was awful to witness. Her shrill cries of pain were deafening. He even hammered a nail through the nub that use to be her clit. Nails through her belly button, her eyes, her extremities…. But the nail in her coffin was the one to her temporal artery. She was already limp and bleeding, but alive. After he shoved that nail in the side of her head, she was dead as a doornail.
Master filmed every gruesome part too. Kept the camera rolling until she stopped twitching and bled out. Seeing a chick fuck herself with a cross and die by crucifixion turned out to be a very popular torrent. He had over a thousand downloads within 24 hours of his file being shared. The file was free, so I didn’t get why we killed a girl, even a stupid one, for free. “Oh you stupid whore. I’m creating a fan following. Before long I will be offering 8MM private snuff movies to the highest bidder,” he said with an evil grin. So in the meantime, I guess he is killing stupid whores for practice. Have anyone you wanna offer up?
Castration Phone Sex with Junk Removal Expert Venus
Castration phone sex can take on several forms. It can be fantasy or it can be real. On phone however, you have to have the balls to do it, lol! I am more than happy to encourage you, instruct you, taunt you about why you don’t deserve your worthless balls, but ultimately you have to be the one to sever your sperm bank from your body to ensure that your stupid, pathetic ass cannot reproduce. This world has enough stupid fucks running around, it certainly doesn’t need any more. I offer junk hauling services for a premium price. You have old junk or damaged junk or worthless junk or small junk, even just dirty junk, I will haul it away for a per inch rate. Sometime, regardless of your desires, I will take your junk for free because I can spot junk that has no value whatsoever and never will, a mile away.
I’ve been a junk removal expert since I was a little girl. I remember the day clearly. It was Halloween. I was dressed as a little nun. I knocked on a neighbor’s door. He invited me in because he had to go get more candy from the basement. He had me come down stairs to help him carry the bags. That was the first, and last time, anyone ever had the upper hand on me. He had his dirty old pecker out; he forced me down on it and I bit his junk like I was biting into a chocolate bar. Little girl teeth are razor sharp. Did you know that? Old Mr. Bauman certainly did not. I was like a rabid dog between his legs. I gritted down, and shook my head back and forth, never letting loose of my vice grip on his sorry old dick. His blood coated my face as I tore his dick off at the base with my little girl teeth. I was in front of him, on all fours like a dog returning a toy. I dropped it at his feet and left.
He fell to the ground, moaning, shaking, bleeding all over his basement floor. I washed my face, used his toothbrush to get rid of my bad dick breath, and went back to trick or treating. He never reported me. Of course he wouldn’t. Molesting a little girl would have put him in lock up, and we all know what happens to p men in prison. Old Mr. Bauman would never take advantage of anyone ever again. As I grew up, I encountered more Mr. Baumans. The world is filled with men who do not deserve their dicks or their balls. Sometimes losers are very self aware and hire me for my junk removal services. Other times, I am rather philanthropic, and haul it for free.
Mutilation Phone Sex Pain
Sometimes callers baffle me with mutilation phone sex. The land of torture can be quite perplexing when done correctly. This caller had me going so far that when I squirted..
Well let me replay the sequence of events for your pleasure! …
I place my tits on the small wooden block, I hear the nail gun and the hissing noise that comes after. I scream as a nail plummets into my flesh like a dagger. He tells me to spread my legs and tie them to the table. He mounts the drill sideways and drives it into my foot. I scream but that did not stop him! He produces some wire and ties them through the holes in the table.
I realize quickly that he is going to take a table saw and try to cut me in half! He quickly mounts the blade and starts the engine. He pushes the saw forward and moves closer to my pussy. The rotating blade is only inches away from my pussy. Seeing my wet pussy gives him a hard on. Undoing his pants he enters me. I try to fight but there is no use I cannot move. His cum lands on my stomach. He pulls his pants back up and restarts the engine to the saw.
He pushes the saw into my pussy cutting it to pieces. I feel my pubic bone crack at the site of the saw but he keeps pushing. The place in front of the blade where my pussy was is now gushing with blood. I don’t know if I am screaming in pain or if I want to cum! I can’t really tell! My head jerks violently from the right to the left! Rupturing my belly my guts fly up hitting him in the face! He continues to push the saw up until it reaches my heart. The last he hears from me is a gurgling sound as my heart is ripped to pieces and I drown in my own blood.
I hear him groan and cum and the dial tone ends the call. What will be your dark desire? I am here to fulfill your murder phone sex fantasies and dreams! I love the twisted and kinky ! Can’t you tell?
Cannibalism Phone Sex Nigger Buffet
Cannibalism phone sex can truly feed your appetite for soul food! You know about us black whores don’t you? You can abuse us and use us to your benefit. Have I got the perfect call for you then! Sometimes people turn a blind eye to what is going on in the back yard. These gang bangers sure had the neighborhood fooled! If I try to escape I am sure they will shoot me like a canine in the street! They have pimped me out to so many white men my pussy is raw and bloody! I think they are going to do a live abortion soon because I think I am carrying a half breed. I remember a girl across from me they burnt at the stake! I will try to keep the little one alive for their pleasure but I don’t think there are any guarantees.
I am their prey to do with what they please! I think they like the smell of my fear and the warm blood that flows through my veins. I think the only thing keeping me alive is this little brat. I know because the other girl here had a whore and I watched them tear that wee one’s limbs apart. One by one they took turns fucking her mouth and cunt and ripping her insides up with cum! I feel the little one kick me as I write this, and I saw my captor with that piercing steel knife! It won’t be long now for the feast to begin! Just another nigger dead like a thousand others that have died here. My stomach turns as they fuck that corpse in the ass! Grabbing me by my hair I am next on the table! Are you coming to the feast, or is it too much for you to handle?
Torture Phone Sex for a True Killer Fantasy
Torture phone sex for a true killer fantasy begins with me! I am a sick twisted bitch! I just got off the phone with someone who wanted to release me after they had finished torturing me. I am looking for the guy who won’t let me go! I want him to hunt me like prey just like these gang members did! I want him to rip that brat from my rotten flesh and choke the shit out of me with the little nappy head’s chord of life! I seek to have him cut a living organism out of me! Maybe eating the flesh will serve him good as well!
Once he hears my voice the rules for release go out the window! I want him to be a cold calculated killer that will beat the shit out of me and just be what he is; a cold killer that lusts for my blood! I guess there is a true art to being a cold calculated killer! A killer that will crush my bones and eat my flesh! I think I get a kick out of being hurt or watching someone hurting me and it looks just like you are the person to do it!
I am not one for the squeamish the amount of torture I want to endure must equal his dark nature. If you don’t enjoy the idea of torture, blaspheme and fantasy rape then I know I am not the girl for you! But, if your soul thirst for blood and you can get as twisted with your desire as I can, then let’s talk!
Make sure the knife is not dull, and the duct tape you plan to use on me is strong! I don’t want to be able to get away! Make sure the ax is sharpened and when you deliver that blow to my neck, it severs my head completely off. You can take my head and position it on your cock and shoot your load in there. The colder my body the more you will cum! If it’s sick and dark let’s do it together because, whore’s like me don’t deserve to live!
The Sweet Sound Of Terror
The sweet sound of terror fills the air. The shrills of the screams send shivers of delight up and down my spine. I sit here in my antique winged back chair sipping Brandy, listening to the sounds of the fire crackle. The flames are dancing in the hearth in unison to the shrill sounds of pain. It is almost as if they are as happy as I am by the sound. My fingers find their way to my nipples and slowly encircle the hardening buds under the thin cloth of my gown. It has almost been thirty minutes now the flesh should be eaten almost to the bone. Smiling I get up to make my way to him. The cage i have devised is genius and I can move it from body part to body part, leaving it there for 30 min increments. Rats have the most beautiful, sharp teeth and will gnaw the flesh all the way to the bone if I leave them in one place long enough. Sometimes I sit and watch, sometimes I like to remove myself from sight and listen while my imagination fills with images. This is one such night. I simply want to enjoy the knowledge that he is in pain and is filled with fear not knowing when or if I will return to end this or to prolong it. Using rats as my little minions is perfection for me.