7 months, 29 days, 13 hours and 12 minutes. That’s how long I had been planning for this night. For months I sat silently in the shadows, watching my prey. Months of meticulous prepping and planning for this moment. I had had this poor girl in my dungeon for days. After the initial joy of the hunt faded, I only popped down into the dungeon to make sure she wasn’t dead or dying. The blood from the many slices I had made to her body had long lost its vibrant crimson hue, and was now the depressing brown of congealed blood. She was missing an eye from where I had ripped it out if it’s socket, and a few fingernail had been torn from their beds as well, but other than that I hadn’t really sone much with the little cunt. Occasionally I would go down and carve small patterns on her smooth flesh, but after while she stopped screaming and I would get bored… Don’t get me wrong, she was great while she screamed and begged and pleaded but now she was complacent and quiet. She had accepted her fate. As upsetting as it was, it was time to end it. It was a quick death, a shot of Bleach straight into her heart. She was dead within minutes, and I quickly got to work disposing of her mangled corpse. The time I spent planning this little… excursion… was defiantly worth it.
Tag: Bloody Phone Sex
Home Invasion Phone Sex * Brother and Sister
Next to hunting down victims, the best thrill is being a good accomplice. But even better is when my partner in crime plays a victim too. They don’t want to be known as an evil doer, and that gives me so much more room to play. This time it was a very dirty man who wanted to fuck his sister. He had always wanted her, but was so much older than her. It had to look like I was going to force him to fuck her. I waited till the evening and when I saw them inside alone, I entered the house through the back door. I did not even bother to hide who I was, since there would be no witnesses after tonight.
Of course the stupid slut screamed, I was expecting that.. so I sucker punched and knocked her out. Her brother tied her up good and tight and when she awoke I had a gun to his head a knife to her throat and I told her to open wide. Brother marked his territory alright, and she choked it down through tears. I did not even have to say a word, brother told her he was being forced to violate her or I would kill them both. I just laughed. What a lying sack of shit, right?
He had his way with her, fucked every hole while she cried like a dumb bitch. It was fun to watch cause I knew this would not be a happy ending. After I grew tired of her cries and his grunts of carnal lust at the expense of his sister, I shot them both. And since I did not touch a thing. I just wiped my prints off the gun and put it in his hands. Another murder suicide. One of my best staged scenes.
Distruction Is A Great Cover
I will never forget the urge to go to Mississippi after hurricane Katrina hit. Seeing all the destruction on tv made my cunt yearn to be there. So I packed a bag and hit the road. The destruction didn’t disappoint me. Buildings everywhere reduced to rubble, the wood no more then match sticks. The flooded streets had bloated bodies floating face down. The smell of death was in the air. It made me feel alive. And what better time to go on a killing spree? Fuck so many people were dead and missing that this was the perfect cover and I took full advantage of it. I wasn’t picky, I killed anything I saw that was still alive be it human or animal. Blood covered my hands for weeks while I wondered around. No one noticed, no one paid attention. People were to self absorbed in their pain and suffering. Pain and suffering that served to keep my cunt hotter then hell. It was two weeks of sensory over load for my wicked ass. All the pain all the suffering all the death and the ability to kill at will in any way I wanted to. Knowing that I was leaving and that the body count was so fucking high anyway, the cops and national guard worried about looting and providing shelter, food and water to survivors that they wouldn’t even be thinking about looking for me. I was in and out of town in a flash. It was the best vacation I have ever taken. The first of many visits I have made since to disaster zones to get my fill of blood.
Listen To The Hummmmm
I pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!
Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Oops, Did I Do That?
I was trying to see my future with my crystals and tarot cards today. This is a weekly ritual I do. But this stupid cunt in the apartment below me was blaring her music and interrupting my concentration. I pounded on the floor and yelled at her to turn her music the fuck down. It was some god awful modern country crap about a tractor being sexy. What the fuck? This bitch needed some manners, not to mention some fucking taste in music.
I grabbed my big ass knife to scare the cunt and pounded on her door. I was like what the fuck did you not understand about turn the music down. The bitch got mouthy with me. I pushed her outta my way and back into her apartment. I slapped her hard across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. I explained I was not the bitch to mess with, especially today. I was PMSing big time. Well, she called me a troll. What the hell? So, I cut her. No one talks disrespectfully to me. Especially not some rude little cunt. I slashed her face harder and deeper than I intended. Blood spurted on my face and I got a bit intoxicated from it. I love blood. Well, other people’s blood. She was whining and holding her face, trying to stop the flow of blood spurting out when I just go so enthralled, I slashed the bitch again and again and again. Blood was spewing out her face like a fucking geyser. Me bad. I just lost control. She was rude, whiny and disrespectful. Plus she had bad taste in music. The cunt didn’t deserve to live. There was blood everywhere. It was a mess, but a quiet mess. I marched back upstairs, hide my knife and got my tarot cards. Went back down to her place, laid in the blood and read my future. No jail for me because no one will miss a rude, whiny and disrespectful bitch. Do you got one in your life who needs to be snuffed out? I am the perfect accomplice.
Taste For Virgin Blood
You enjoy taking me from the inside and working your way out. Nothing excites you quite like that first stream of blood running out of my pussy. I remember the first time you made me bleed. It seems so long ago. U spread my leg and your digusting mouth hung open, drooling over my fresh virgin blood. You dipped your fingers in and tasted it like a tot tasting cotton candy for the first time.
You made me taste it as well. The coppery flavor of the first blood drove my senses wild. I was so young, and you are so evil. I didn’t want to like it. I didn’t want to like you. But there we were, sharing my virgin blood. Together in a moment of horrow with blood on our lips. You took everything from me that day, and have continued to own my life every day since.
Now you must use your knives and your barbed tools to create that blood dripping from my tiny pussy. Its red, its real, but nothing is satisfying you like that first blood. You get angry and take your rages out on me. You beat me, cut me, burn me, and yet nothing can give you what you want. You took it too soon you stupid,greedy,evil man. That earns me another slice across my chest. But it enrages you even more that you know I like it.
You taste the blood from my chest, and spit it back in my face. It will never be good enough. My body is full of the blood you thought would quench you, but it doesn’t. You need my help. Please let me go and I promise I will lure in what you desire so. I promise I will come back. You have power over me, and I know you are almost ready to trust me. Trust me and make the deal that will quench your bloody taste.
Demon Fucking Tearing Me Apart
You let the creature loose inside my cell. He is grotesque. Some sort of fucking monster. Is this what you’ve been working on? This is the evil creature you swore you would create to terrorize us girls, your prisoners? Oh my god, what the fuck does it want? Its not even human but you gave it a huge cock?? You’re going to have this monster fuck me?
You rage with laughter as your creation is alive and hungry for exactly what you programmed to be hungry for – pussy and flesh. My blood runs cold as your monster grabs ahold of me. There is nothing behind its eyes except blackness and hunger. Its no less than a wild animal with the strength of 5 men. It grabs me and begins to sloppily grope my naked body, hungry and curious. Its cock is huge and hard and slimy, just like the rest of it.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Get this thing out of my cell before it hurts me!! Its too late, I am in its grasp and even you couldn’t save me now. You’ve created an evil even greater than your own. You plan to watch this thing fuck me to shreds. I feel faint but I feel its digusting breath breathing all over my body, smelling me like a fucking animal. It shoves me to the ground and climbs on top – its cock poking at my tiny body searching for the wet pussy it wants as it howls a noise like I have never heard before.
Its cock finds my cunt and it doesnt hesitate as it slams it deep inside. I can feel my pussy rip apart and the blood begin to flow. I see the creatures eyes dilate from the scent of fresh blood, and it shows its teeth – like a row of knives – and it buries its mouth deep into the side of my neck as it fucks me… The last thing I see is you, youre watching with such pride… Your work is coming to fruition right before your eyes.
Devil Boy’s First Orders
I recently sort of adopted spawn, not to raise 24/7, but to cultivate his evil, sadistic side. You may wonder how something so young could have so much evil; well, I know it’s possible…I am a prime example, myself. I know that he has the sadistic, bloody hunger inside of him. What I do not know is if he will be meticulous enough not to get caught and patient enough not to make huge mistakes. We will see; but, right now, I’m just enjoying it and eager to send him on his first task.
His instructions were to get off on the bus at a further exit; the ride would be a couple of hours. It was time for him to mentally prepare as well as a test of his patience. His task was to find a little girl and do whatever he pleased with her; but, he must kill her without being seen…and within half of an hour. Of course, I did not go with him; instead, I hooked an untraceable camera to his shirt.
I knew the moment he had chosen her: she was dainty, blonde-haired…almost like a sprite, really. And, instead of following her to kiss her, he was hunting her like the prey she was. I could barely contain my excitement; and, I was a little nervous for him. Maybe I should have given him more instructions, but it was too late now. He was talking with her, leading her into the woods by the nearby park. The canopy of trees made everything seem eerily dark; but, I could see the glimmer of a knife.
He pushed her down; she was already crying. He covered her mouth with his hand. I could see that he was pushing his hand very hard against her lips; her eyes were huge. I couldn’t see the knife raised; but, I saw it find it’s target. He straddled her, his ass smothering her face; and, he lifted the knife again and again. Slicing the little girl to the point of overkill, I was impressed with his strength. When he was done, he admired his work; then, he peeled off his bloody clothes and replaced them with the clean ones that were in his backpack. So far, so good; now, for the next lesson!
Crimson Part 4
The screams of fear are far sweeter than any other sound; the primal noise ripping through the throat and reaching a volume one could never believe could be coming out of their own body is simple delightful. I almost felt bad to the poor girl suffering at my hands… almost. The blood slowly blossoming on her white dress looked like a beautifully twisted work of art. I took my finger and captured some of the crimson blood and painted my lips with the vibrant color. She was pleading for me to release her, telling me that she would do anything and pay anything for me to let her leave and go home to see her mother and father. Oh if this little cunt only knew… I placed the scalpel down of a surgical tray and picked up a pair of tongs. Her eyes grew so wide it looked like they would pop out of their sockets! Oh, what pretty blue eyes she has… not for long though! As I dug the tongs into her right eye socket, crimson blood seeped from around the wound and down onto the metal bottom of the gurney… tonight will defiantly be worth the months of planning…
Snuff Phone Sex: Kill it with Fire
“‘[W]hen all else fails, kill it with fire.”
–Larry Correia
I was visiting a few friends in California when one of the massive fires broke out. Instead of cowering and worrying, we descended on the city like dark angels…almost like sisters of the flames. It was the most gorgeous sights that I had ever seen. Our first adventure was together. We chose one of the houses on the lower side of town where the lower class lived. It was easy to spot our perfect target: it was a man in his 30s yelling at his little daughter (we assumed). The mother figure was angrily pulling clothes off the line, talking to herself and most likely complaining about her male companion.
The went inside the house and chaos erupted; yep, this was our natural selection of sorts. No one would think anything about them screaming, and no one would probably even miss them. We entered like angels from purgatory; we didn’t destroy the house because it already was in ruins. But, we did enjoy stabbing the grown-ups to their chairs; then, we bound them. We grabbed up the young ones; I can still remember the little girl’s face. Her eyes seemed to say that she had been waiting on me and wondered why I had taken so long. One of my friends took particular interest in the mother, whose belly sliced open like a nice, ripe melon. She didn’t have much time before the woman bled out; but, she was able to verbally and physically humiliate the woman.
Another friend and I wanted to pair the little girl and the male. There were other brats running around, but they were being taken care of; some were being beaten like dirty little objects, and others were being sexually assaulted like little whores. But, the girl…her name was Jasmine. He reached her little hand up toward my belt where my knife was. She waited for me to react; I handed it to her; she took it in her hands and straddled her bound father. She leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Then, without any hesitation, she stabbed him in the throat. She watched him gurgle his last breaths. I admired her; but, before I could do anything, my nearest accomplice scooped Jasmine up and slit her throat. I was a little sad, thinking my friend could have at least played with her a little more. She deserved that much. But, we set the house on fire and moved to the next one.