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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Pleasure

I’m a perverted murderess and murder phone sex fantasies are totally my pleasure! You’re nothing more than prey for me and I love to play with my prey before I brutally attack you with a machete, axe, or whatever implements I deem necessary, or whatever is more fun for me at the moment.

My favorite things to do are drug your drink at a club I bartend at, and as you start losing consciousness I get my guys to assist you to the back room. My dungeon is there and all my nice shiny implements of torture. When I get a guy that is well hung I will certainly ride that fucking cock as I start  to get ready to cum I slide off that rod, sit my cunt on your face and start making an incision in your nutsack. Squirting in your mouth as you try to scream I start pissing making you choke and drowned as the excruciating pain throws you into shock.

Don’t worry, you’ll bleed to death if you don’t asphyxiate first!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Doctors Office

Medical fetish phone sexWelcome to the Doctors office mother fucker. Drop your fucking clothes the Doctor will be right in. I’m the nurse and this is Dr. Big Dick the one that will be penetrating your pussy with his long john. While I cover your cute little fucking red mouth up with my strap on. Just when I make you pass out for a little bit I’m going to start cutting around the nipples hitting you with the doctors tools that just turns Dr. Big Dick on makes his big dick veins pop out purple with desire. Then that mushroom head gets so swollen it makes me feel like it wont even fit in my tight little cute pussy. This last patient Dr. Big Dick said we should keep her around as our little bitch and train her well. Teach her how we check the prostate with our big fat strap-on and let Dr. watch.

Aggressive Stalker

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I had been seeing a guy lately and we planned to take a hike through the nearby woods since there was a remote path through the vast forest. We walked hand in hand through the trees, unknowingly being stalked from the thick fog rolling in. A predator creeped among the bushes, growing angry. I had been his prize for so long now- the special flower he had admired from afar and who he felt a deepening thirst for. To see me with another man was an insult, and his fury bubbled up like a beast preparing to pounce on its prey.

I heard some rustling through the trees, but thought nothing of it until a mad man rushed from out of nowhere and impaled my date with a spear through the heart. He died instantly, and with a frantic scream, I dashed through the woods, trying to find my way home. Losing my way from the trail in my panic, I stumbled as I spun around, trying to determine which way led to civilization. But it was hopeless, I cried as I realized the futility of my escape. I would die here, lost in this forest if the killer didn’t get to me first.

Wandering through the fog, I came across a small shack. Nobody seemed to be around, so I decided to check inside for any helpful tools or maybe even an old map. Inside, I found an earring, old sneakers, a sweater, a towel, among other random items, all of which used to belong to me. Things I had either forgotten about or thought I lost filled the rickety shelves in the hut. Realizing what was going on, I started to hyperventilate. When I turned to run, I bumped into the wild man who had been following me. He grabbed my wrists as I screamed and tried to fight him off. Nobody could hear me way out here, though.

With great strength, he pushed me onto a pallet made from leaves and a blanket he must have stolen from my house as well. He pinned me down under his knee as he grabbed some rope off the ground and bound my arms behind my back. Taking out his big, dirty cock, he tore a hole in the back of my pants and jammed it into my ass, making me cry out in pain.

Between thrusts, he grunted the question, asking me why I betrayed him. I sobbed and told him I didn’t betray him, I had no idea who he was, but this only made him angrier. Grabbing more rope, he tightened it around my neck, strangling me until I was blue in the face and turning cold. He left a fat nut inside my ass before abandoning me in the shack, setting it on fire to destroy everything inside.

Execution by Torture Sex and Humiliation

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Torture sex death and humiliation is what I was sentenced to for my crime of disobedience. The judge ordered my death immediate and public. My executioner was into extreme pain and degradation. Before we even left the courtroom, he had me stripped naked and in shackles. I was escorted to a room. The room where I would soon die. There was a variety of people watching in awe as I was spanked repeatedly. My body was exposed and prodded. Nipple clamps were attached to my tits. My cunt was whipped. My legs were spread wide and I was tortured with a menacing vibrator. When I got wet, I was mocked for being a pain slut. I was tied to a post and whipped and tortured while strangers gawked and cheered for my death. I tried to beg for forgiveness for my insolence, but my fate was already sealed. My executioner was having too much fun torturing my female parts. I liked the pain, but I was afraid to die. I didn’t want to die.  I denied that I liked the pain, but my wet cunt told a different tale. My executioner informed me that I would die a painful death when I orgasmed. I tried not to cum. But the pain was too intense. I am a pain slut after all. I died cumming, naked, exposed, being tortured in my ass and my pussy while strangers masturbated and cheered my death.  If only I had met my executioner under different circumstances….

Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.

Do you have murder phone sex fantasies like me?

muder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies are so intriguing don’t you think? For me, it’s always a little tiny bitch that I want to kill. I want her small and weak and delicate and I want to take all of her beauty and innocence from her slowly and painfully. She’ll be my little doll that I can dress up… and cut up into little pieces. I’ll start by tying her up so she can’t squirm around then I want to start slicing pieces off of her. Maybe cut her little face, break her little nose or pop her fucking eyes out. All those little things that hurt so bad but won’t kill her, I want her to last as long as possible. I’ll break her bones one by one until she is just a broken bloody little doll, that’s when I will finally fuck her with one of my wicked strap on cocks and fuck her to death!

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I thought it was kind of weird that my neighbor would invite me over for dinner, especially since he is married. I arrived at his place with a simple cake that I purchased at a local grocery store and just stood there at the door until someone arrived at the door. Once the door opened I was greeted by not only him but his wife as well. I followed them to the kitchen while I engaged in small talk. Once I arrived at the table I was given some tea. It tasted kind of funny , with in moments I began to feel light headed. I felt my body go numb then I suddenly feel on the ground. My neighbors began dragging me into the bathroom. All I could do was watch as they lifted me into a bathtub full of ice . My thoughts were racing wondering what was going to happen to me. The two left me in the bath tub for what felt like an eternity. Once my neighbors returned they arrived in scrubs, surgical gloves and a tool box. I tried to lift my body up but this drug I was on only left me paralyzed. I could do nothing but watch as they began cutting open my chest . The ice began to turn red as my blood began to gush out. The smell of metal and blood began to food the bathroom. I saw my neighbors slicing away at me cutting into my body with scaples. I heard them yelling at one another, they kept saying things like ” we don’t have to do this Jack, we can wait to see if the treatment works, this is someone we know, we cant hurt her like this”. Then he replied “we have no choice its either I die and you never see me again or we kill this bitch take her organs with us and I survive another twenty years, together……” I couldn’t believe that I was set up the way I was. I watched as they began pulling out my intestines, they carefully began cutting out my kidneys and liver. I slowly began to fade in and out until I bled out in the bath tub never to be seen again. My body was drained of all its blood frozen then tossed into a barrel of hydrochloric acid. My remains became nothing but mush.

Snuff porn – Lake Nightmare

I did not remember much up until recently of my weekend at the lake. I went there with my summer fling and I was hoping we were going to have an amazing time. The first night was amazing, the cabin was quiet, the lake was still and pretty. The moons image cast over the lake at night was so romantic. I could not believe how happy and lucky I was to be spending time with what I thought to be the man of my dreams. I was so very wrong. Everything seemed to take a turn for the worst the morning after our wonderful night of fucking on the bank of the lake for hours. We fell asleep in each others arms and awoke to the morning sun. But for some reason, my lover was highly agitated this morning. I was unsure what to think and he would not talk to me, make eye contact or really anything.

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At this point I was wondering what was going on. I went about my day. I went into town, got some needed items and decided I would try to make him feel better by cooking a candle it dinner and showing my guy how much I cared. I came home and started to put away all of the groceries for dinner later. Thats when it happened, I felt this huge jolt and I fell over, someone had hit me in the head with something hard. Everything started to go black and faded in and out, but I do remember my guy getting on top of me and choking the air out of me. I remember him ripping my shirt and my panties off and fucking me in my ass. I remember he leaned over and told me what a whore I was. I finally blacked out at some point and awoke to a letter next to me saying had a great time, can’t wait to see you again.

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I was so very confused. I called the police and explained the situation. The cop who took my statement said he knew my guy. He said he comes around during the spring and summer, woos girls, then assaults them. He explained that the guy has schizophrenia and that he is a sadist. he told me I was very lucky because apparently he has a thing for Snuff porn and has already killed 3 girls. I was the fourth. guess I was the one that got away.. for now!

Domination phone sex

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I was having a sleep over at my house with three of my friends. We were sitting around changing into our bikinis to take a night swim. All of the sudden my electricity went out. No lights, no phone. We heard my front door swing open and the  close rapidly. We stayed hushed in my room until the man found us. We broke out in screams and tried to get away.

He blocked the door and took us down one by one. He tied up our bodies and made it impossible for us to get away. He pulled my first friends bathing suit bottoms down and told us all that we need ruined ass holes. He pulled out a pair of scissors and fist fucked her ass. He ripped her ass hole inside out, prolapsing it.

Once her rose bud was completely blossomed and swollen out of her ass, he began to take the scissors and cut her ass hole out. It was like an elastic rubber band. He wrapped her fleshy ass hole lining around his cock and asked who was next. I can not have my ass hole ruined like that!

Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexDo you like torture phone sex? Some men enjoy making me do things to hurt myself. Although I can never hurt myself as good as you could hurt me, I can do some damage to my hot body; especially if I am super high or drunk. I am a pain slut. I need pain to cum or at least to cum hard. I can use any variety of items on myself for your pleasure. I have industrial size vibrators that can overstimulate my pussy to pain. I have large dildos that will gape my pussy and ass. I have nipple clamps, even the kind with a chain to attach to my clit for extra pain. I have ropes to bind my big fake tits. I have needles and hat pins, even large safety pins used on cloth diapers that can pierce my flesh. I have wooden paddles and belts to spank my flesh, although spanking my own ass is challenging. I have handcuffs. Ice cubes and a variety of kitchen utensils can cause more pain than you would image. I have ball gags in case my voice annoys the fuck out of you. I have beer bottles to fuck myself with for you. I can even burn my flesh with cigars or cigarettes. I enjoy crying and hurting myself for a caller’s pleasure. I just wish I could hurt myself like you could.