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St. Patrick’s die

bloody phone sex

Usually, St. Patrick’s day is a great holiday to go out and about and get drunk and find the perfect victim. This year with the whole covid restrictions, it’s a bit harder, but it doesn’t mean I can’t think about the past years where I have had my fun turning whores into bloody punching bags. A few years back, I took my bloody phone sex fantasies and turned them into reality. It was st. Patrick’s day and I got really lucky scouting the victim that fit the bill to a T. I saw this preppy blonde chick making googly eyes at my boyfriend. I played the game well and let her join us for some green cream. 

I watched as she got all handsy and flirted nonstop. You can say I was green with envy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from fucking her up. After I put some nice sedatives in her drink, we both watched her drink till it was gone and immediately offered her to come to our place. As we got home, she was ready to knock out, and the fun then began. I let my boyfriend fuck her, and I went ahead and smothered her and sliced her throat till it was all bloody. It is hard to top that st—Patrick’s day. 

The Smell Of Burning Flesh Excites Me

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Last weekend was fabulous, everything opening back up and I was in the mood for accomplice phone sex. The bars were packed full of drunk stupid people. Easy targets for me and daddy. We picked a local bar and sat down to watch. We were looking for nice young coeds. Preferably the real bitchy ones because those are the best to play with. We found a couple of cute young girls stumbling back to the car. I caught up with them and told them how cute they were, how much I liked their shoes blah blah blah. And then I told them they really should not drive, there was a check point ahead and I drive for Uber and could gladly get them home. Total dumb shits they hopped right in the car and off we went. I took a dirt road on the left and headed up the hill telling the girls it was a short cut. We reached the top where cell service is non-existent, and I stopped the car. Told them I must have a car issue and we all got out. Daddy jumped from behind the trees, and I helped him as we stripped them down and tied them up. Daddy had his way with those young co-eds, violating every hole that they had. They cried and begged but nobody could hear them. By the time he was through with them they were beat and bloody and full of cum. Daddy knows how I like that and then told me they were all mine to play with. I continued torturing those two, cutting them into pieces. Drawing the pain out until I got bored with them. I then slit their throats, doused them with gasoline and set them on fire. The smell of burning flash always makes my pussy so wet and me and daddy fucked as we listened to their bodies sizzle.

Gothic Phone Sex Castration

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are making a comeback. Horror, death, and romance make a great fantasy trio. I am a Goth girl. I am dark and brooding like some male protagonist in a Gothic novel. I think more like a man, except when I am wielding my knife under a pair of nuts. There is this old castle on the outskirts of town. It has a unique history and is rumored to be haunted. The guy that bought the castle is turning it into a bread and breakfast, but before he does, he offered a night in the castle to ghost hunters and horror fans. I was in. I paid for my night, along with thirty others. I brought my knife. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Fuck, I am not afraid of anything. I was ready for what ever scares they had coming my way. This loser would not leave me alone. Some rich bastard with a hardon for Goth girls like me. The castle had no power yet. We each had a lantern with a low light as we navigated the huge castle. We were locked in for the night. We surrendered our phones when we entered. Sadly, I busted no ghosts. I did, however, bust some loser’s nuts just like I do on a castration phone sex call. This guy would not leave me alone, so I castrated him in a dark, damp castle. I had no soldering pen to stop the bleeding. I used my hair tie as a castration band to show I had some humanity. The castle was so vast, no one heard his screams. I knew if they did, the other 28 folks would think it was sound effects of a haunted house. I could have killed him. I should have killed him because it would have added to the mystery around this ancient Gothic castle, but I would have been a suspect. I decided to just castrate him and rob him of his horny desires. Men rarely report when a woman assaults them. He was bleeding and in pain, but he would survive. He can always say a vengeful spirit ripped his balls clean off and people will believe him.

Pussy Slayer

Snuff PornI could feel him pulling me across the room with his eyes.

The music was loud and the club was crowded.

His hypnotic eyes seduced me and held mine as I floated through the crowd.

His arms wrapped around me tight as if I would try to escape and his body, pressed so hard against mine, started to sway to a sinister song that only we heard.

The sharp blade of his knife pierced my stomach and the jolt of my body mimicked the other dancers in the crowd.

His tight grip held me up as he repeatedly plunged the knife into my gut!

I must of appeared to be a drunk girl that he was helping off the dance floor as he held my limp body and pulled me into the alley.

“Tell me you love me!’, he commanded as he slowly kissed my dying body and forced his swollen cock in my tight cunt!

His hard cock was powerful and as the warm juices began to rush to my smooth velvet lips, and I suddenly realized that I was not afraid of dying!

The only fear I had was that I may never feel this intense frenzy of lust as my body succumbed to his desires!

My pussy started exploding…a mass eruption of squirting cum blast from deep inside me as I rose my hips to meet his pelvic shattering thrusts!

It was only then that I saw his cock in his hand and the cum start to splatter my bloody body as he choked the seed from it’s bulging purple head!

The intense thrusting continued to penetrate my body and I looked down to see he had not been fucking me with his cock at all!

As he pulled the bloody knife out of my shredded cunt and held it high in the air, I looked into his eyes, and with my last breath, I softly whispered, “I love you”, before the final plunge of his hard steely blade skewered my….

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I was in front of three men telling them why I was the best woman for their movie. The director asked to see my boobs. He wanted to make sure they had some bounce and jiggle because there would be a lot of focus on my boobs. I unveiled my big tits and bounced to show that they jiggle. I was wet. I wanted this gig. It was a violent movie. The studio is known for the most realistic snuff films in the industry. I have waited a decade for an audition. The three men, the director, the lead executioner, and the producer all wanted to feel the goods. They wanted to hear me scream, so I let off a blood curdling scream that a scream queen would have made. I impressed them again and got the part. I started the next day. I quickly found out why their snuff movies are the most popular. They are not all fake. While I was looking for the little girl’s room, I went the wrong way and saw another film being made. I thought it was like the one I was making, but I saw a guy cut off a woman’s arm and blood splattered everywhere. She started convulsing like a woman in shock. Before she stopped convulsing, they took her other arm too. Then a guy gutted her like a wild animal. While she was shaking and convulsing, blood spewed everywhere. No one had seen me yet. This was real. I was not sure if mine was going to be fake or real, but I did not want to hang around and find out. This girl was dismembered, gutted, and fucked while some masked guy filmed it. I love snuff sex, but the simulated kind. I hustled to the bathroom and went out a window. I think if I had stayed for my filming time, I would not be here today. My dark desires are going to get me killed one day.

Midnight Predator

Kidnapping phone sexIt was just after midnight, groups were beginning to slowly clear out of this hole in the wall bar, soon just the lonely hearts would remain. Just have to find the right one, tonight they are going to die. My quest is to find an innocent beauty, one the world that would make the world mourn the lost off. I’m already on his bad side so I better not fail. There she is, a sweet face but sad eyes. Curly golden locks, delicate curves, revealing enough for a second look but not enough to keep one on the hook. Introductions were made, we exchanged pleasantries and I offered to drive her home. It was late and you never know with uber drivers was the line I fed her. Stupid bitch. She didn’t even pay attention when we were driving down the road and I stuck my hand into the middle console of my car. She just continued to stare out the window droning on about her recent break up, cut short by the hard jab of the needle going swiftly into her neck. Putting her to sleep almost immediately, as a trickle of blood leaked from the point of injection. I wonder what her screams are going to sound like while he plays with her.

Making Homemade Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI make homemade snuff movies. I then sell them on the dark net. Sometimes, I am paid for special requests. My viewers sometimes want to see me kill a young girl or anyone who wronged them. This guy paid me better than I could have imagined. I look at the money as bonus because I love being a wicked butcher. Killing is in my DNA. Did you know that being a sick predator can be hereditary? Part nurture and part nature explains my sadistic side. My grandpa was a sadist who experimented on his prisoners who were in his private prison. He fancied himself like a Nazi doctor. He enjoyed executions too. My dad was boring, so I think the genetic gene skipped a generation. I am like Dexter without the altruistic motives. This client wanted me to kill a teen slut. He wanted her white and privileged. That was not hard to find. I went to the high-end mall where the rich bitch teens hang out. I found a girl waiting for friends or a boyfriend. She was in designer clothes and her hair was perfect. Her nails manicured. Yea, she screamed rich teen. I sat next to her at the mall food court and spiked her Orange Julius. When she started to act drugged, I swooped in and took her to my car. She passed out in the back seat. I went to my kill shack in the woods and started live streaming her snuff sex death. I tied her up spread eagle, naked. I let him tell me what and where to do it. He was a sick as me. Carve off her budding tits. Slice her clit in two. Make her pussy wider. Every slit on her body, I sliced. She bled a lot, screamed more.  We tortured her for hours getting horny on her blood and tears. I can always use a sick accomplice phone sex partner. Is that you?

fucking him to death

sex with dead bodies

Who knew sex with dead bodies would be such a thrill. At a house party, I met a guy, and together we ended up getting so fucked up. My cunt was ready to be fucked and used. The more lines we did, the better fucking we did. We tuned the rest of the party out and ended up diving deep into our high. Finally, after hours of fucking and partying, we decide to take a stroll. We end up on the beach and start fucking like crazy. I can tell he’s not feeling well, but I got him off, and he still didn’t quite do the job. As I ride him, he starts to convulse. I guess my hot tight pussy was too much for him to handle. The drugs totally fucked him one last time. I could tell there was no pulse, but I hadn’t cum yet. I was practically riding a corpse, and I wasn’t going to stop till there was cum all over that cock.

Punishment

Torture sexHe kept me locked up for days, sitting in the cage in a dark room waiting for his perfectly planned torture sex. Thought he was going to starve me but he only wanted to make me more grateful to eat right from his ass when the time came. When the lights finally came on my eyesight was blurry. It was hard to adjust at first, he pulled me from the cage. He was naked, he force fed me his shit and dragged me to a few boards he had made up, nails in strategic places. One would be right under my neck so I wouldn’t be able to rest it comfortably, one right in the middle of my back to keep me arched, and a line of them along where my legs would rest. He didn’t want them anywhere but up. He stood above me with a flogger and lashed at my tits and stomach. My body would react more than I could control most of the time, causing me to stick myself with the nails place before my neck and back multiple times. I could feel the blood pooling under me. Then he finally decided to fuck me, thrusting inside me forcing my body down, and enjoying the blood curdling screams he caused. As the nails penetrated my body, hitting just right spots to cause immense pain, so much the world around me started to fade. This was the price I paid for stealing the life of another with no permission. These wounds hurt, but I’m grateful he spared me for now. Selfishly my blood lust has gotten a bit stronger…I may risk punishment again.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies

bloody phone sexI have bloody phone sex fantasies. A violent, gory, and painful death is what I deserve. I am a useless whore. I bet you agree too. Look at me. Platinum blonde hair. Big fake boobs. Tramp stamp, tongue and clit rings too. I am a life-sized fuck doll. And I want to be used. Guys ask me all the time what my limits are. None that I have found so far is my standard response. The darker the better. I do accomplice and victim play. Although I have a switch side, I make a much better victim. When I met Taylor at the gym, I thought he was looking to date. He did not scream BDSM master to me. He was cute, and built but polite and unassuming. I wanted him to do violent things to me, but he did not seem the type. I was wrong. He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I did not have to bait him to bring out Dr. Jekyll either. The moment I stepped into his home, he collared and chained me. He told me he knew a good fuck doll when he saw one. My cunt was wet, and he could smell it too. He ripped my clothes off and held a knife to my throat. He told me one false move and he would slit my throat. I never saw this side of him at the gym. He is a gifted chameleon. He commented on my wet pussy and knew I was a pain slut. He carved his initials in my breasts making them bleed. He carved whore across my ass and laughed as I bled. I wanted him to fuck me, but when he did, I got more than I bargained for because he said he would not fuck a diseased bimbo with his cock. Instead, he stabbed my cunt with his knife, shredding my pussy. I think he ruined me for you.