I live for bloody phone sex. I don’t just kill a person, I mutilate their body and exsanguinate the body. I am a gore whore. My friends think I am a vampire wannabe because I drink blood. They don’t know the half of it. A have a few goth friends I confide in, but they think I just have dark fantasies. They don’t realize that I mostly have dark realities because killing is my favorite pastime. This little millennial bitch cut in front of me in line at a coffee house. She informed me I don’t matter, so I could wait. I was stabbing her with my eyes in line for an overpriced coffee. I made note of her license plate because once you have that, a home address is not hard to find, especially when you have a friend at the DMV. That little cunt just had her last Frappuccino. I broke into her house early in the morning. Of course, she lived in the suburbs in a trendy artsy community. A grizzly murder and home invasion would rock this community. I woke up because I wanted her to see me kill her. I wanted her to feel her death. Normally, I would have a male accomplice to help me. He could explore his rape fantasies before she became my snuff porn queen. This bitch was all mine this time. I dragged her skinny ass to her bathroom, muffled her mouth with her panties and hung her upside down from her shower rod. I slit her throat to bleed her out. I sat naked in the tub feeling her hot blood spill on my body and fill my wine glass. I masturbated using her blood as lube, watching the life disappear from her eyes while drinking her warm blood. Who doesn’t matter now, bitch?
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Trust Me
I may be weird, when I beg you for me pain. Maybe you are scared of going to far, please don’t be. This is me begging you to go for it. I want to scream, I want to bleed. I want to feel cold and fading away. Just the thought of my cold dead body is enough to get you excited. I know it is, I’ve teased with this thought so many times, hoping to plant the plan into your head. I see that darkness in you, I’m begging you explore it. Peel off my flesh slowly enjoy my cries use my body for your sick pleasure. Let me be your first, I might not deserve to be so important but I want to be. Please let me be the experience you won’t ever forget. Let me be the first pathetic life you snuff out from this world.
The Gift For His Slut
My old man gave me a gift wrapped in a box. I was surprised because he’s never giving me anything. For a brief moment I was happy but not for long. I opened the box and saw a human dog collar and leash. He was telling me where my place was in his world, I was no better than a dog or an object. Tears rolled down my face as he fastened the collar around my neck. He made me get down on my knees and walked me around the living room like a well-trained dog. I didn’t dare protest because he would kick my ass. I knew my place. He sat in his favorite chair and pulled my chain because he wanted his dick sucked. I held his huge dick and licked it all over before putting it in my mouth. I sucked him nice and slow like he trained me to do. He came in my mouth and I swallowed. I opened my mouth because he liked making sure that it was empty.
Knife Play Tonight
My fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.
Fuck Me, Snuff Me
I’m not much use to you. The only thing valuable of me to you is my 3 fuckholes that make your dick throb. However you have such a wonderful and creative mind, you know you don’t have to restrict yourself to just 3 holes on my body. You know there are more, or you can make more. You have the tools, sure it might get messy but why do you care if it means you can fill this dumb whores body with your cum. You can spend hours fucking me, making me scream and plead but we both know how this ends. The only way you will be fully satisfied is when body is cold, mangled and every last hold destroyed. What’s it to you, I’m just another fuck whore right?
Babysitter Tales of Destruction
Babysitter phone sex here I am close to your ankle-biters is amazing. Your pretty little wife has no clue that you sought my services to mutilate and destroy all your offspring tonight. Your a sick fuck but you have the cash and I have the evil desire for brat soup. After everyone is down to sleep my plan is put into action. Three big men arrive to help me with the older brats. All three will be my victims tonight. I am an evil bitch and I have all three tied up waiting on you and the misses to come home. You expected me to be done and gone but you are grabbed and tied to a chair as I grab your tiny sweet wife and cut her clothes off. I position her on the floor next to your tiny daughter. She is the only one whose ass and pussy hasn’t been destroyed by my accomplices. You watch as I cut and fuck both. My men have thick dicks that stretch and tear your daughters’ cunny. Your wife is screaming for you to help her and your little one. I slice every throat and watch all four bleeds out right in front of you. I use the blood to stroke and suck your dick so you cum all over three dead faces of your family.
He Pimps Whores
My old man says we need another girl to make more money. He drug habit is getting out of control and I can’t make enough money to keep him high and happy. He says it’s my job to find a new girl. Every day that I come home without a girl he kicks my ass. I feel so guilty because I don’t want this lifestyle for anyone. But the beatings were getting worse and I couldn’t take it much longer. I went to the bus station and saw a girl who looked lost and upset. She was a runaway and hungry. I fed her and told her she could stay with me and my old man. She was young and pretty. My old man convinced her to try crack and by day two she was hooked. He kicked her ass a few times to put fear in her heart and soon we were turning tricks together. Now he wants a whole stable of whores with me as his bottom bitch. He loves having total control of our minds and bodies. He likes telling us he could kill us and no one would miss us. He’s a sadistic asshole and I can’t get away from him.
Just Pain
I love those long thin straight needles. I love to have them pierced thru my white creamy flesh. I want the needle to come out of my flesh on the other end. Looking in the mirror and seeing several dozen straight needles piercing my body. I also can see the blood drip down, and the redness on my skin where the needle pierced me. The next step is to get the guy you are with to flick those needles with his fingers. This makes the pain vibrate down the needle from the inside. And I can feel that shit deep in my cunt. If I don’t have a guy around to give me my pleasure-pain. Then I can do it myself I just have to make sure I have my dildo ready.
Dark Fantasy Phone Sex
Dark fantasy phone sex is my specialty. You wouldn’t survive a day in my head. Even when I was a little girl, I knew I was different. Other students at school called me Wednesday Addams, but my brain was even darker than her doomsday shit. I have murderous intents, and no one is off limits. I ran into this bitch I went to high school with a few weeks ago. She was a privileged white bitch who ruled the school. She was the Queen bee of the mean girls. She made it her mission to make my life hell. When I ran into her at the mall, she was very pregnant. Like ready to pop pregnant. She recognized me. I was shocked that she approached me. She acted like we were old friends who had not seen each other in a decade. It was like nothing ever happened. I couldn’t tell if it was fake sincerity or selective memory. She was wearing designer clothes, sporting a huge wedding ring and looking freshly coiffed. I wanted to rip that devil’s spawn right from her belly with a big knife in the middle of the mall. I faked sincerity and waited until dark to mutilate her pregnant body. I followed her home, waited patiently until she went back out. She looked like she was going to a yoga class. She never made it home from class. I chloroformed the bitch, drove her car to my kill shack where I had an accomplice waiting. My friend is into snuff sex with pregnant whores. I didn’t charge him for this one. This one was personal. I masturbated as he fucked the spawn out of her stuck up cunt. First his cock, then a baseball bat with barbed wire. Her blood curdling screams and too late apologies made me wet. Before long, she was dead, bleeding out on the floor with her aborted devil’s spawn thrashing on the floor for its life. My friend came on its dying body then squashed it like a bug. Dead mommy and dead spawn are now in a barrel of lye disintegrating rapidly.
Yes Please
I often think about my first Master. He use to spend hours playing with me, he had a lot of clever ways to push me to the brink of no return but never let me give in. When I would ask why he didn’t finish me he would respond that I was trash and never worth it. I would beg and plead allow him to cut as many holes in me he desires and he never gave in. He loved exploiting my need to please him, making me into a tortured little slave. I often was never allowed to saying anything other then “Yes Please”, or “Yes Master”. I was not ever allowed to have no in my vocabulary when speaking with him. Our last time together he got very furious with me. He told me I was going to be a good girl and stay alive for him while he had fun probing my insides. I responded with “No”. This cause him to get enraged at my defiance he spent hours keeping me in horrible pain and if I fell unconscious he would use a drug to wake me up. He only stopped when he had enough. He left me bruised, bleeding and craving death more was probably the best punishment he could think of.