Category: Torture sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Slay

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. My favorite way to kill is with one of my knives. I have over 1,000 knives, many are vintage. My late grandfather was an avid collector of weapons. He liked weapons with a history. He had medieval torture devices and he even had some serial killer weapons. He ran a prison in the 60s and 70s. He got shut down when the government discovered that he was using prisoners as Guinea pigs for kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies. I loved him. He was my mentor. Maybe the only person I actually loved. My parents were useless as tits on a boar hog as my grandpa would say. He nurtured my natural homicidal tendencies. He is the reason I can help you kill some cunt and never get caught. On Monday, Fourth of July, I went hunting. I brought a couple knives and started a snuff sex spree. With a knife I can kill a thousand ways and show off my skills. I could have been a butcher. I am not a meat eater, but I do love tender flesh if you know what I mean. On Monday, I took a couple prime cuts of thigh meat as a souvenir. I freeze the flesh to eat later. I found this one guy who I killed first. He was tool tormenting animals with fireworks, so I tortured him. He was drunk and easy to bait. He was easy to kill too. I did not kill him right away. I tortured him. It was time for some Karma. I castrated him while he was awake and fed his balls to this beautiful Pitt bull he scared with fireworks. I then shoved a firecracker up his ass. Ouch. I destroy his body with various cuts. Carved him up like a side of beef. Took a big segment of thigh meat that I will savor later. I love a good flank steak. He suffered. That was my goal. Torture sex with knives is awesome. Want to hunt with me or maybe be my next victim and dinner?

Hot Slut / Snuff Slut for Snuff Sex

I was completely caught off guard with my front door was pushed in and it led to snuff sex. This guy has been stocking me for who knows how long. And he decided on the fourth well everybody I was having a good time in seven the fireworks to force his way in. As everybody was making noise and partying and they wouldn’t notice that I was screaming bloody murder. It was one man and his female accomplice. The two of them rushed me stuck a syringe in my neck instead over me laughing at me. I was aware of everything but cannot fight. I was being pinned down he was penetrating me she was sitting on my face they were strangling me they were completely fucking  snapping me out there’s nothing left for me to do I couldn’t move I couldn’t scream I couldn’t do anything I just I cried I cried it I felt him penetrating fill me with all of us, as I died.

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Tis the Season for Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexTis the season for snuff phone sex. Summer is the best killing time, especially if your victims are super young girls, or girls of any age. I was in a killing frenzy this weekend. I am still in that mode. It is a hot holiday weekend. That means backyard barbecues and pool parties. Plenty of young girls in bikinis and really short shorts cock teasing men everywhere. I was hunting with Adam yesterday. He hired me to hunt, fuck and kill a young neighbor girl. We had to find a surrogate for her, and in the summertime, a little blonde, white cock tease with no tits and a cute bubble butt is easy to find. We found a doppelganger for his neighbor tease a couple counties away where the girls’ disappearance will be blamed on daddy or some other creepy neighbor guy. Did you know that the registry of sex offenders is public knowledge? You can look up names, addresses and offenses with a couple keystrokes. Cops will look at local brat diddlers before anyone else. Very easy to pin a missing brat on one of the many perverts living in any community. We found his perfect victim at a city pool. I lured her away with the puppy trick. Adam was excited. It took all my power to make him keep it in his pants until we got to my kill shack. He wasted no time exploring his rape phone sex fantasies as soon as we got in the house. She screamed a lot. Where I am at, only the bears and trees can hear a bitch scream. I watched as he rammed his man dick into her itty bitty holes repeatedly. Blood curdling screams and that was just from his cock. He fucked her little holes beyond recognition. You ever seen a cunt so used up it looks like raw hamburger meat? It is a beautiful sight to see. I let him have his fun with her. I was hired to help get the victim and help dispose of her body afterwards. He took a Viagra for the occasion.  He wanted to last longer than usual for snuff sex to get his money’s worth. I am worth every penny guys. I take all the risk so you can have all the fun. As I write this blog, that little cock tease is coyote food.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

You have Murder phone sex Fantasies and it’s Ok! I am here to assist you in making those realizations more intense to orgasm with. My filthy twisted mind is very dark. I have my own extremely sadistic needs and experience rage kicks that get e off when I fulfill them. I like to destroy living things and make them dead things.

I destroyed the own little demon that was inside me and it was exciting and fun for me. I have once even made a murder fantasy not so fantasy. It was a guy. He was in such a wrong place and the way he hit on me was making e vomit. I couldn’t deal anymore. Fucking pink polo shirt and khakis with white trek shoes. Gag! Barf omg get the eyesore away from my view! Fucker is hitting on me. So, withholding every bit of nausea I bit at the moment.

I lured him out back and promised to make out with him if he gave me some of his blow. I was unable to help myself when I noticed he had a big dick. I ripped his ugly assed shit off of him and crawled on and rode that dick to my pleasure. The biggest pleasure was stabbing the fuck. I stabbed at him as I climaxed then left him for the alley strays to pick away at him.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

It is a shame we can only die once!

Sadistic phone sexChain me up like the fitly pig I am master! I am your sadistic whore who loves to be wiped and ripped wide open! I don’t usually give up control of this pussy because control of life or death is my ultimate thrill. I’m usually the one who is doing the hurting baby cutting off nipples for trophies or fucking a tight hole with a nail covered baseball bat. I love having Sex with dead bodies more than anything! knowing that I took their life, and now their body is mine to mold and maneuver to any twisted position I want is breathtaking!

The limits to my depraved mind are endless! Lucky for me so is yours! You use a wench and force my legs open nice and wide forcing every and anything you can find deep into my dripping wet cunt! My screams echo through this warehouse loft like a symphony on pain and torture that sang to my deprived soul. The sound turned even me on, and I came so hard when you sliced into my left best. I am more than a pain whore it is my life force!

I love to evoke it on others just as much as being your filthy little victim! It’s a shame we can only die once because I know death will be the ultimate orgasm. Too bad I have to wait for that rush. The smell of my blood filling the air takes me over the edge again as you whip my already open back and thighs. i cum over and over each sting bringing me pure pleasure coming from the pain. Mutilate me baby! That’s what I was made for, for your pleasure baby! I want to be beaten and bloody by the end of this baby! Use this whore until I can’t take any more!

Daddy Is In A Mood

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Daddy fisted my cunt in front of all his friends after they fucked me! My daddy has been in such a horny mood recently, he can’t stop beating me and fucking me because of it. Last night he invited his normal drinking buddies over but this time daddy had a different idea of what he wanted to do with me. He let all his friends cum dump my pussy first, making sure I was nice and slippery. Then he knelt between my legs and started finger fucking me, it felt so good to be touched after all that cock I just took. I was so close to squirting when daddy put another finger in… then another… and finally to my surprise he slipped his whole fist inside me! I squirted all over his hand like a sprinkler, I couldn’t stop cumming and I saw all those cocks getting hard again. I knew my sloppy cum filled cunny would be completely stretched out by the end of the night.

Ass Rape Porn Star for Life

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars never live a dull moment. I do not know what a boring suburban life is all about. That has never been me. Being raised by an incest loving, coke-head mother, made life non-traditional for me, and definitely never boring. My mom, however, never had to do the things I do for coke because she ran the finances of the house. My dad was on the road for work all the time and never knew how much anything really cost. My husband has a tight rein on my finances because any money he gives me for household maintenance ends up in my nose. Over the years, I have become resilient. I learned that trading my fuck holes for coke was not that hard to do. Then I got older, more used up and it was no longer a simple trade. Now, I must endure things like anal gangbang rape porn to get a bag of coke. But I do it because I have no shame.

Earlier in the week, I hooked up with this client of my stepson to get some coke. He has watched me get anally tortured with big objects for over a year now. He does not live in my city but found himself nearby for business. He paid my stepson a few grand to use me like a dirty whore with some business associates. In return I got a bigger bag of coke than usual. Fourth of July is coming up and I needed a stash, so I agreed to do this. In hindsight, I should have known better. There were 20 guys, not just a couple. They all had big cocks and wanted to hurt a red-headed bitch like me. No condoms or lube which is par for the course. Fists, cocks, baseball bats and beer bottles were used to sodomize me. The end goal was to prolapse and ruin my ass. They were not gentle. To them I was just some dirty, washed-up taboo phone sex slut.  I think that is what I will always be.

 She better not die on me now!

Of course, I like to put on a show and have a live audience to my depravity, so it should be no surprise that my slaves watch as I destroy this little slut. She is a dumb bitch who isn’t even good at being tortured, let alone fucked and stuffed, so she is no good to me! I guess the only thing that she is good for now is to entertain me this one last time! I could use a good squirt; it’s been a few days since I last hunted. I have to send a message, so tonight is going to be fun! The metallic smell of her blood fills the room, and my pussy is dripping wet! Knife play phone sexI don’t know the last time I got so excited about a kill, but boy am I is my cunt throbbing. I grab my hunting knife, and slice her left tit clean off with one quick motion. The sound of the knife slicing through her flesh is almost enough to take me over the edge, but the scream she let out did the trick! I love to hear them scream and beg for mercy, as if that will stop the reign of torture that I am going to deliver to her on a sliver plater! oh wait no that her mutilated and decapitated body parts! I take the bloody knife and lick her blood off the taste of her life force and the rush of it was too much and I collapse in a puddle of my own squirt! God damn this is so good! No one can tell me that snuff is not the only form of sexual pleasure needed. I think as I hear her blood dipping to the cement below.  She better not die on me now! I’m just getting started!

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMost women have rape phone sex fantasies, but they will never admit it. I have them too, but I admit them. I have found myself in the situation before too. I knew something was wrong with me when I was wet after a violent gang bang. I am not talking about wet from all the cum they deposited inside me. I am talking about wet from arousal. I still remember the day vividly. I sometimes masturbate to the memory. I know. Most women would say #MeToo and cry about the trauma. Not me. I masturbate to that day almost 10 years later. I was birthday shopping downtown for a friend of mine. I took a short cut through the alley to get to this one store, and a guy grabbed me, pulling me into a building that was under construction. Him and some of his construction buddies saw me and wanted to fuck me. There was so much construction noise going on around us that no one heard me scream. They made me a gangbang rape porn star that day. The violently ripped my clothes off. I was naked and tied up with their belts to some scaffolding. They took turns thrusting in and out of my ass and pussy. Some of them fisted my cunt when they could not get hard for the third or fourth time. I was choked, slapped, fucked and they even pissed on me too. They saw me as some blonde snob. They thought I was a rich bitch who looked down on labor workers. Apparently, they hollered something at me as I walked by, but I had ear buds in listening to music and I never heard them. I pleaded with him them to let me go, but they decided I thought I was too good for them. If they had only known what a taboo phone sex whore I really was. I was battered, bloody and bruised. They took my wallet with my ID to prevent me from going to the police. I had to go home looking like a disgrace. I was not scared of them though. I did not worry about them coming to find me. Just working-class men who needed a whore. I understood my role. It was a violent gangbang. One that would have ruined most women, but not a sick bitch like me.

Watch Out For Willow… She’s In The Water!

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 

Something about the summer solstice makes me crank my murder phone sex fantasies up to an extremely elevated level.  Maybe it’s the sweltering heat smothering the shit out of me, could be all the sweat covered flesh flashed everywhere I look, it’s probably a mix of both with a little seasonal depression thrown in to top it all off.  I hate the fucking sun and all of the “fun times” that supposedly come with it.  I’m hot, I’m cranky and all of the bikini wearing bitches and brewski pounding bros around are going to have to pay for it.  They deserve it.

Ever hear how loud a bunch of coeds get when they’re partying at a lake house?  It’s always the same.  Stupid shouts and gleeful screams as someone crashes through a beer pong table that is somehow louder than the blaring electronic music that sounds like a robot getting raped.  The hoots and hollers of the drunken and drugged mass of party time fuck pigs as some random sorority slut clones strip out of their bathing suits and grind their whore holes all over the party.  They’re all like this, maybe with slight variations.  Makes for easy pickings, I have all the sound cover I need.

As much as the sun sucks, skinny dipping on a warm moonlit night has to be one of earth’s greatest pleasures.  There’s a lake not far from my House of Horrors that has lots of little alcoves and offshoots that are perfect for it.  Unfortunately, the summer lake crowd ruins it every year with their trash and noise pollution.  Selfish pricks.  The one thing I like about the season ruined on an almost nightly basis by a bunch of out of towner teens.  A couple of “accidental” drownings usually takes care of it, though.  And there’s always a few fucked up fuck pigs who want to skinny dip in the moonlight, too.

They never know I’m there.  Sometimes they just splash around, maybe the girls will play with each other’s glistening titties or slap their friends asses as they flip around in the lake, other times I’ll get a couple or two who are getting in the water to fuck.  Either way, I sit patiently and wait for my moment to strike.  Like a crocodile stalking its unsuspecting prey in the shallows, I slowly swim my way over to the good time group and position myself to strike as they unwittingly splash about. 

I wait for a straggler, one of the sluts who wander a little too far out into the dark water away from the group.  Sometimes I get a “gimme” and find a super fucked up slut passed out on the bank.  However I come across them, I just drag them under the water and drown their dumb asses.  If they’re conscious, they fight a bit.  No problem though, they’re already too deep to really do anything.  I can hold my breath for longer than any unsuspecting party slut, I just hold them down and wait it out.  By the time their friends find their bodies, I’m long gone with zero evidence of me even being there.  Just another drunk whore getting too fucked up and drowning at the lake.

It really is the best way to break up a party.  Murder, that is.  Do you think anyone can have a good time after they find their lifeless friend floating in the water or laying lifeless on the bank?  I mean, other than me, of course.