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Killer Torture Sex Trophies

torture sexMost girls grow up idolizing singers and actresses, even athletes. Not me. I was always fascinated by serial killers. Did you know most serial killers keep souvenirs of their kills? Little trophies to help them relive the moment. Serial killers even give their trophies as gifts to loved ones or family members. Anatoly Onoprienko kept the underwear of 52 victims in the Ukraine. Ahmad Suradji killed 42 chicks in Eastern Europe and kept their saliva. Ted Bundy sometimes kept the heads of his pretty victims. Elizabeth Bathoy, a 16th century Countess linked to over 600 brutal torture sex deaths, kept some of her victims blood. And of course we all know that Jeffrey Dahmar kept the genitals of his dead dinner guests.

castration phone sexFrom body parts to jewelry to clothing, the world’s worst murderers, my heroes, have kept trophies. I’m a sadist. I don’t always kill for sexual pleasure. Sometimes it is for sport, sometimes money, sometimes opportunity, sometimes to teach a lesson, sometimes because an annoying fuck has exceeded his or her tolerance level with me. Whatever my motive at the time, my heroes have taught me to take tokens. I am not as random in my souvenir taking as I am with my killings. I love to take balls. I appreciate the twisted mind of Dahmer, so I keep them in a lobster pot on the stove, just like he did. I, however, don’t eat them. I make my female victims devour them in a sick game of “Would You Rather?” You see, if a worthless cunt has the choice between eating the testicles of a dead asshat or dying a painful death, she always selects option one. There is no integrity in that, so she dies regardless. I have spared the life of a couple bitches who stood their ground: no eating human rocky mountain oysters under any circumstance. In the face of death, folks show their true nature. Desperate people with no principles, no personal code of ethics, don’t deserve to live.

snuff pornJust last week I took the balls of a stupid fuck I saw kick a dog. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I pick a fair fight. I put on some steel toed Doc Martins and kicked him in his worthless balls till he was puking up blood. “How does it feel to be kicked loser,” I asked as I channeled my inner David Beckham on his groin. Crying ass pansy. I strapped him to this old electric chair I got at a prison auction, chopped his balls off first, then his pecker which I stuffed in his mouth as I slit his throat. I pissed on the bloody stump that use to contain his tally whacker and masturbated as I squeezed his balls in my hand watching him bleed out. The next morning, I had a contract kill scheduled for a cheating whore gold digging wife. As she was chomping on his severed balls, my little trophy, in a worthless attempt to save her life, I asked her how her douche bag boyfriend’s testicles tasted. The expression on her face was priceless. Almost as good as the expression when she realized I was going to kill her anyway. “Maybe you can keep your whore legs crossed in hell, bitch,” I giggled as I stabbed her cheating cunt with a 12 inch serrated blade until she no longer twitched. I don’t usually take trophies from female victims, but it was kind of poetic justice that I had her boyfriend’s dead balls, well one ball, she ate the other one. So, I took her worthless clit. In an old cigar box on my mantle I have the ball and clit of dead stupid lovers. Who says I am not a romantic?

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Clit in a Jar

I woke up this morning still chained to your bed. I thought the last time I closed my eyes was going to be last night. But somehow I am awake. My whole body aches and my pussy feels like its on fire. I know you cut me last night, and I know you intended to kill me. So why did you stop? Just as my thoughts start to clear, you walk in, with your favorite toy – that fishing knife. You ask me how I am feeling after my surgery. Surgery? What surgery?

You laugh at the confused look on my face and then walk over to the side table and pick up a glass jar and show it to me. My eyes have trouble focusing on whatever it is in the jar. Its bloody and looks like some sort of piece of flesh. Its round but the edges are clearly cut and there are strings of blood or something all around it. Even the outside of the jar is smudged with bloody hand prints. Then I remember…

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You took that blade to my pussy last night. You drugged me and told me to enjoy the pain, and that I deserve it. You inserted that knife into my tight cunt, slicing the sides as it went in. The blood began dripping onto the floor. I thought you were going to gut me right there on the bed. But you didn’t. You slowly slid the long thin blade out of my pussy and admired the blood on the shiny silver surface. You put it in my face and made me lick it clean – slicing my tongue in the process. Then back between my legs you went.

You took my clit between two fingers, pinched and pulled it out. With one swift motion, you swiped the blade down and off it came. Blood sprayed everywhere and I was so dizzy I couldn’t even scream. My tiny little pussy destroyed forever. And for all the pain that I got from it, I couldn’t even have an orgasm because you took my button. And there it sat, in that dirty glass jar, forever and ever. A constant reminder of what a useless pain whore I really am.

Ass Rape Porn: Brutal rape porn fantasy

Ass rape porn is no shock for me, in fact I have done a few in my time, usually with a twisted lover who wanted to film our escapades. So the dream I awoke from with my panties all smeared with orgasms had me in shock. I had a brutal rape porn fantasy that just won’t let me rest. I mean it was so fucking hot I wanted it to be for real.

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I was asleep with my upstairs balcony door open letting the breeze in. That wasn’t all that was let in. I had become gagged, bound and was being raped over and over again by numerous faceless assailants. I think at least one was female even and was raping me with a spiral knife blade. It felt like cold steel ripping up the inside of my anus and she kept shoving it in deeper and deeper all the while my cunt was being penetrated with two cocks at once stretching my cunt wide open. By the time I awoke I think I came a dozen times!

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Murderlicious, Fuckalicious and Delicious

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I love honey barbecue! I love having a nice roasting fire and the smell of flesh cooking. I was feeling Murderlicious and well horny at the same time. And after hours of hunting for the perfect meal I had an amazing idea! I had the hog in the trunk, and I got a craving for BBQ. I brought her home, pulled her out of the trunk. Got her into the bathtub to wash her. She was too big for the kitchen sink.

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As I was washing the mud off her body she started waking up, Her bright blue eyes got wide as she looked up at me. She was confused, still had a strong amount of drugs in her. I helped her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I sat her down in a brass tub, gave her another shot of extra strong pain killers. She was sleepy again, She fell asleep as I poured honey all over her body. I laid her slender body down in the brass tub and poured more honey on-top of her. Making sure she was covered. I would let her lay there, covered in honey suffocating in the thick sweet bath she is in. I will let her marinate over night. In the morning I will Chop her up into pieces and slow roast her over the day. I’m not sure I can wait that long! 

He Wanted Young Torture

taboo phone sex karmaLuring her in was the easy part. Watching him rip her apart and listening to her scream was the fun part. I enjoy holding the little ones down while uses them for the little sluts they were born to be. He tells them over and over how they are his little sluts. His whores. How they were born to be used by men. That their sole purpose in life is to bring men pleasure at the expense of their own pain. This pain is nothing compared to what they will experience in life. Having a little one grow inside you and then pushing it out is unbearable and that is what they will do. He wants to get them pregnant and keep them locked away while they get bigger with each passing month until the day comes that he finds out if they will be replaced by a new and smaller female. One that he can mold and use as he sees fit. If they protest to much he lets me pull their head way back and slice them ear to ear before he slams his hard cock in the gaping wound and shoots loads of cum deep sown their throats in the most satisfying way.

Beaten Bit by Bit

The handkerchief in my mouth had the worst chemical taste on it. It made my eyes water from whatever was on it. At least it kept my nose open so I could breathe. I woke up in some strange place and my mind is just now getting less fuzzy. I feel like I have been beaten all down my legs, but they are bent and tied behind me so I can’t see them. I see blood on the floor beside me and wonder if it is mine. I can hear something that sounds like a girl trying to scream coming from another room, but her screams are muffled, and I know she must have the same handkerchief I do, which terrifies me.

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I listen closer and hear loud thuds before each attempt at a scream, and some thumps so loud it feels like a body being thrown around. What in the fuck was happening? I couldn’t remember anything of how I got here. I was walking down the street and a car pulled up and that was all I could remember. Now I am tied up and gagged inside some weird dark place with hardly any furniture, and clearly some sort of maniac in the next room. The attempted screams soon turned into pathetic whine and whimpers and got quieter and quieter. It sounded like a dying animal, but I knew in my heart is was another girl.

The noises finally stopped and all I could hear were footsteps coming down the hall towards the room I was in. The door swung open and you stood there, covered in blood, and then smiled as if you were delighted. You said, “You’re finally awake!” like it was the most normal thing in the world to have me hog tied there. You stepped back into the hall for a second and came back with a baseball bat. It was also covered in blood. You came towards me and I couldn’t move, and I was even too scared to try to scream. You rolled me over and untied my legs. They were so stiff and sore, but the worst was yet to come. You swung the bat above your head and brought it down onto my feet as hard as you could.

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My bones shattered and I finally started trying to scream. You kept swinging, making your way up my legs, smashing my bones systematically from the bottom up. The pain felt like fire and every dull thud created more and more sharp pain and blood spray everywhere. As you crushed my torso and ribs, I could feel myself choking on my own blood. I began whimpering and whining, and now I know why the other girl did. The last thing left to smash was my face. The rest of me was a broken bloody mess. You stopped for a moment, to hear me whine, and then swung the bloody bat right at my slutty little face….

All Yours

You’ve kept me alive long enough to become one of your favorite girls. It is our anniversary – one year since you stole me that night in the parking lot outside of the shitty bar I danced at. I remember being so scared and how you made me believe you were going to snuff me that very night. You cut me and whipped me and made me submit to darkness I never knew existed. Then my orgasms started coming one after another and in a moment of weakness you told me I was special.

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You’ve never said it again, and you know I need to hear it. I have become a teacher to all your new pretty little fuckdolls. Teaching them to take the pain and teaching them how to put on shows for you. You dress me in the finest leather, but still treat me like the worthless pathetic whore I was born as. But tonight I caught you staring. Tonight when your newest bimbo fuck doll was learning to lick my cunt with her soft tongue. But you weren’t staring at her – you were staring at me.

I felt your black eyes taking in my scarred body, and I got chills thinking about all the times you had cut me over the past year. The scars are all I have and I touch them at night when no one is watching as I cum all over my sheets. I don’t dare look up into your eyes. That would be the end of me. I have no right to think I deserve anything. But I still feel you staring. I see you reach for the small sharp blade you keep in the drawer. You walk towards her and I, and my stomach flutters as you slice her neck and she bleeds out as her head thumps down against my pussy. I cum all over her dead face, and I know that you see something in me. Something dark that you have grown and appreciate. Even if you never say it again.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies in my Own House

My parents left me home alone to “watch” the workers that are remodeling the kitchen. I decided to just stay in my room and ignore them til they left. I didn’t like the way the one kept leering at me and my ass every time I went near the kitchen. I was laying in bed and I heard someone coming down the hall towards my room. I knew my folks weren’t home yet, so I sat up in bed and tried to jump down to get to my door and lock it but it was too late. It swung open and it was that man – the dirty one with the dark eyes.

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He came straight for me and before I could even scream he had his hand over my mouth telling me to shut the fuck up. All the banging and saw noises coming from the kitchen meant no one would hear me anyway, so I obeyed him and he let go of my mouth. He shoved me back on the bed and said he was going to play out all his rape phone sex fantasies on my tight little body. I begged him not to touch me, but he was so strong. He stunk and was sweating all over me as he grabbed me and spread my legs below him.

His fat fingers were inside my pussy and I tried to close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else but it wasn’t working. I could hear him unzip his pants and felt his hard cock start ramming my cunt. I couldn’t help but moan and scream as he plowed it inside my tight little pussy. He pounded me without mercy and my cunt was on fire from the fast strokes. He grabbed me by the throat and the room started spinning as he tightened his grip right before he came. I lost consciousness just as his hot cum poured deep inside my pussy, and he left me laying right there on my bed for anyone to find.

Torture phone Sex Extremist

torture phone sex      Torture phone sex calls take me to another level! We both love the extreme and violent. I am often beaten several times a week for your sexual gratification and I love it! Its summer vacation and I finally managed to save up enough money for the ultimate pleasure. I am going to buy another women for us to play with in our snuff session. It would be a dream come true. Now it is in reach of my grasp and soon to be happening. I was in the middle of masturbating when you brought her in. I loved being tortured and I couldn’t wait to see what kind of pain would be inflicted on this one. I was hoping to for her to get killed swift and slowly!
     I saw the guillotine so I hoped for a beheading. I watched as the she was stripped naked and strapped to a cross. Your cock was rock hard. Positioning yourself above her head you forced your cock in her throat. I could see her gagging on it and your powerful hands making her bob up and down on it. Grabbing her tits in your hand you squeezed them! I heard her scream and cry from the pain. Pointing your cock right at her mouth you shot another heavy load of cum into her mouth. Slapping her across the face you headed towards me. I knew what was going to happen! You were going to use me as your toilet! I felt the piss trickle down my face on my tits! I swallowed most of the piss but tried to spit some of it out!
     Turning me around you forced my head into the toilet bowl while you rammed your cock deep in my pussy. I was asphyxiating in the toilet bowl. My arms hung limp and my body began to shake! It was one of the best sadistic phone sex fantasies I ever had and I can’t wait for more!

Screamer Sex

You spent all day getting my body ready. I got to come upstairs and shower and put makeup on. You had a tight black leather outfit for me to wear and that told me you were in the mood for some brutally violent abuse tonight. I put my makeup on slowly and did my hair perfectly, knowing the whole time that it would all be destroyed before the sun comes up tomorrow. I put on the heels laying on the floor, and still half naked, made my way back to the basement where you were waiting for me.

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You have control of me now, and you know I won’t try to run. My heart still races like a wild animal every time I see you. My brain screams at me to run, and I know the pain that awaits me. But you make me feel special, and that means everything to a pathetic slut like me. I get on my knees on the dirty floor, and you grab me by my hair. You pull so hard that my eyes water, but I dare not scream yet. I have to control my fear so that you torture me all night long. I want to stay alert and if I lose to much blood too soon then I will go out early. My screams make you slice deeper, so I have learned to control them for you.

You yank my head back and use your other hand to grab a small knife to slit the corners of my mouth. Blood drips down my chin as you slide your cock inside. I can taste your hard cock and my coppery blood and I try to suck but the slices in my mouth make it impossible. You fuck my face so hard that I feel like your cock is going to come through the back of my throat. Such cruelty, and I am so lucky to have you to do these things to me. I stare up at you but you won’t even look at me. I am not worthy, not even with all my makeup. You bring the blade down to my breasts and continue my mutilation until you get me screaming…