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Tuam Memento Mori

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Is it just me. or does anyone else think of Demons when you see, or hear Latin? Not a bad thing to think of after all, they are pretty cool when you think about it.  Now onto the topic of this blog, Tuam Memento Mori -Remember Your Death is what it translates to.  I like to think that when someone who I have helped pass over that they remember what happened, and that the fear, pain, and sadness lasts for their eternity.  Although I do not particularly believe in the after life, but hey, you never know.  

All those tender pussies, ripped apart between the legs of some little slut that was asking for it, and remembering me.  Those uppity bitches who needed to die because they cheated on their husbands, those fuckers who hurt someone and that person wanted pay back.  Anybody who I have had a hand in ending just floating around with the damage and pain still fresh.  I hope it makes their afterlife excruciating.  I hope that some how they are able to hold onto a little piece of me, like a loved one who wears a locket of a family member long gone.

However, the way I remember their deaths is with a sick satisfaction, a happiness if you will.  I relive every second of every screamed filled session, basking in the knowledge that I caused that pain and I have to admit, that does make my pussy rather wet.  Sometimes I go out and pick up someone to have a quick fuck.  I tend to freak guys out though because I will have them beg, or  plead, or scream for me, some of them will do it, other’s won’t and get scared.  I just think it makes it better when I’m riding them hard (I am always on top) and see them either get into it, or watch as they try to stop and I won’t let them and fuck them anyway.

Bitch Dog

I am going to be in a skimpy outfit on my knees crawling towards you like a bitch dog in heat. Begging for your abuse and good fucking. I bring the whip over to you carrying it in my mouth and kneel right before your feet. You take the whip out of my mouth and I bend down to kiss your feet. You tell me I am a good pet and pull me up by my hair. You take your hand and bitch slap me across the face telling me to arch my back and stick out my fake titties. I quickly respond because your bitchslap and the deviant tone in your voice makes my cunt gush. A dominant man like you is exactly what a whore like me needs.Taboo phone sex

Torture Please

Sadistic phone sex I love a good nipple torture. I have big fake boobs for you to fuck up. I love nipple clamps with weights and I love knife play too. Carve lines into my big fat fake boobs and make my flesh split open pouring out my blood. I love that smell. Take your fingers put in my blood and shove those fingers right in my mouth. I love the taste of my blood. But please do not stop at cutting and torturing my nipples. I love to get mangled from head to toe. the more you inflict the more my cunt squirts. I want your big cock shoved down my throat as you cut my flesh making me gag and scream on your shaft. Torture me please I beg you.

Beat Down

Sadistic phone sex It was like 4 am and I was fucking horny. But I wanted more than a beat down I wanted a forced sex scene possibly an orgy forced sex scene with complete strangers. So I dressed somewhat proper I didn’t want to look like I was searching for my forced scene. I parked my car and walked three blocks east to the bad part of town. Lots of homeless, drug dealers, and just general bad fucking people. I acted like I was lost and could not find my way. I could hear the chatter around me and feel the stares starting to burn holes in my flesh. I turned the corner into an alley still pretending I was lost when I felt a hand come around my mouth and drag me off to an abandoned building. Inside I could see several guys with their dicks hanging out of their pants. I did the struggle and fight thing and got exactly what I wanted. I played these boys as they were thinking they had the upper hand.

Daddy wanted me to make snuff porn

snuff pornDaddy wanted me to make a snuff porn with his friends. I didn’t want to, and I protested. He slapped the shit out of me. My tiny body was black and blue from the beat down I got. I know better than to protest, but daddy has some mean friends. When they get together and drink, all they can think about is ravaging my tiny fuck holes. I had no choice and I knew it. When his gang of pals arrived, they were drunk as skunks. They liked that daddy roughed me up a bit for them. Before they pulled out their cocks, however, they wanted some foreplay. I thought that meant I had to suck their cocks. They had something far less vanilla in mind than dick sucking. They sodomized my tiny bottom with beer bottles. They laughed as I cried from the pain. I looked towards Daddy for help, but he just had a big old grin on his face and a hard dick in his hand. My baby asshole was bleeding, even prolapsed. After they stopped laughing, one of daddy’s drunk friends suggested they fuck my asshole back inside me. I grabbed a bottle of beer and chugged it because I knew this was going to hurt. For hours they pounded my prolapsed ass back inside me. It may have worked at the moment, but today, my ass is a bloody sore mess and they are just waking up from their drunk stupor for round two.

Feeding The Trees

 

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Everything thrives off the death of something else.  Death is a necessary part of life.  Even vegans kill things, but veggies do not have a face, so they eat them, I hate to tell them this, but killing is killing.  However, you can make killing fun.  It doesn’t have to be a fucking somber time.  The lead up is sometimes more satisfying than the act it’s self.  All that planning, the stalking, making sure you have the right equipment, finding a place to play, then to dispose of the lifeless fuck-rag. All of it gets my cunt wet just thinking about it.

Having a place to take the prey is critical.  Spare of the moment shit always backfires, that is how people get caught.  Nothing is worth rushing over.  Taking time is what makes the experience worthwhile.  Instilling fear is the first thing, the unfamiliar, the brutality administered over a long time, erratic in it’s timing. It throws them off, making them on constant alert, it is exhausting for them.  Placing them in a place with no outside light, no outside sound, no way of knowing time, that will break anyone.

Once you get them at that point, right at the tipping point, you bring them back.  Showing care, kindness, regret, you gain their trust, then you start all over again.  The emotional as well as the physical pain is a must.  Make it last, days, weeks, months, but never ever hold onto them longer than that. The day arrives where you simply must do away with them.  They become tiresome after a while, and you will crave something new.  They are bruised, even fucking them has lost it’s fun because they just slip away into themselves.  What fun is that?  No screaming, no crying, no protesting, just dead weight. 

One piece at a time you take from them.  Keeping them alive by cauterizing wounds and cuts.  You bury those chucks of your prey deep, no animal will find them, no people will stumble across them, the only thing that knows that those juicy piece of flesh are there are the trees, and they are grateful for the nourishment.

Snuff Porn Is My Calling And My Demise

I am forever stumbling on set of some snuff porn being filmed and I’m the star attraction with a broken heel and ripped blouse. I am battered and bruised and my blouse exposing my perfect fake breasts. I am barely covered as my short skirt has been cut off as have my panties. They rape fantasy my fuck holes and beat me black and blue leaving my eyes black and blue as well as bruises all over my arms and legs, especially my thighs. My cunt had been fucked into swollen and stretched out hole. I have bruises on my neck from being strangled. I was a mess and was only getting messier. I stumble into the final scene where a man in black with leather gloves on grabs me and shoves his dick down my throat while he take a pistol to my head and blows my brains out while shooting his load down my throat.

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Ass Rape Porn with a Couple Dykes and a Monster Dildo

ass rape pornAss rape porn is what I was born for it seems. I guess I look like a woman who wants to be ass assaulted. I was at a fetish club checking things out. I was looking for coke. I figured I could hook up with a guy or a couple and do some coke. If I was a good whore, maybe I could take home a goody bag. I didn’t hook up with a guy. I became the eye candy for a lesbian couple. They said they would hook me up if I played with them for a couple hours. I thought I had lucked out because they were women. I was wrong. These two ladies were as sadistic as any man I have ever encountered. They said they would not be happy until they shredded my ass. They didn’t care that this was a club were no blood was permitted. They had one of the biggest dildo’s I have ever seen. If this was attached to a man, it would be a monster. Over a foot long and about as wide as the bottom of a wine bottle. Two black cocks in my ass would still be smaller than this monster sized dildo. I told them to forget about it. I wanted no part of their wicked ass games.  They strapped me down, laughed and said I had no choice. Without warning or lubrication, one of the bitches rammed the dildo up my ass. I let out a shriek that could be heard all over the club. Instead of coming to my rescue, they gathered around to watch my ass torture sex. I could feel my ass gaping. I could feel my ass stretching to the point it was bleeding. Onlookers cheered the dykes on. Told them to ruin my ass. By the time they were done, I was a bloody prolapsed mess. I got no coke either. Note to self, never play with women.

Do Tread On Her

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Upscale society bitches really piss me off to no end.  I abhor every damn thing about them.  It isn’t the fact that they have money, it is the fact that they are so damn idiotic.  That much stupidity packed into such a small space is mind boggling. I don’t care if they have companies, I don’t care if they are a CEO, bitches with that much money have no idea how the real world works, even if they came from dirt poor families, they forget.  Most of these flesh puppets never even have to work, they are born into a world where nothing matters to them but themselves.  Not that I give a shit for others either, but it is different with them.

If I could, I would take one of those cunts to a secluded place, and keep them there.  Every day I would do something a little more violent, although to them breaking a fucking nail would be the worst possible thing that could ever happen.  I can just imagine me standing over them, them begging, pleading, offering me money, blah blah blah.  I don’t need that shit, I can make my own money.  Me spitting into their face then taking a nice long piss into their mouth, before kicking them in their head to make them shut the fuck up.  

After a very long time of playing with them, starving them, violating every orifice I could with what ever I could find, leaving pretty bruises all over their once flawless skin, I would begin the life ending act.  Would I use a knife? No.  Would I hang them from meat hooks before gutting them? No.  What I would do is stomp them to death.  I would start at the very bottom.  Break those toes beneath the weight of my foot, crack the knee, watch the patella  disintegrate before my eyes while they scream in pain.  I am pretty sure the little shit would pass out at this point, so I would drink, watch some netflix, and wait until they regain consciousness, then get back to it.  

I know that by the time I reach their sternum that they will have figured out that I was working my way up their useless body and that they would soon be just some floppy dead cunt tossed into a lake somewhere. I might even prolong the agony.  I usually don’t like begging, I hate it actually, but to hear them beg for their shallow lives right before I crush their skull in could actually be fun.  Then after they were crushed, broken, bruised and of course dead, I just might have to take some time to play with my magnificent pussy a few times before dumping them like the true pieces of trash they are.

Snuff Porn in a Haunted Corn Maze

snuff pornI was in the mood to make a homemade snuff porn last night. I just needed the right victim. I was feeling like a killing a hot teen slut last night. Friday night haunted house got real for one little bitch. I have a seasonal gig in a haunted corn maze. It is in the country. It is three miles long and very dark. I work with other “actors,” but I kill for real. No one would think one of the “actors” went rouge. When some one dies in a haunted attraction, it is blamed on one of the visitors. A stalker, an angry ex, or just some Michael Myers wannabe. I had a camera on my miner’s hat to capture the fear. I just used a real axe instead of my fake one.  I substituted the blade for a different one so when I was questioned, my fake axe would not match. I stuffed the blade in the back pack of a dick boy before my victim was even discovered. I watched in joy as visitors thought she was just a prop. She never saw it coming. She was lagging behind her girls because she was flirting with all the male workers. Cock tease. She thought she smarter than the girls working the corn maze. She taunted me, so it was easy to put an axe to her head. She must have been on something because she kept mocking me as blood poured out of her head. When she realized it wasn’t fake blood, she freaked out. Started staggering through the corn maze, but folks thought she was an actor. I guess her friends left her thinking she hooked up with a guy. She wasn’t discovered until the lights came on and the night was over. Hours after I snuffed her. I was questioned, as was everyone working there, but since we have no record of everyone who came through the maze last night, I suspect her death will remain unsolved. I have a wonderful snuff sex video of her gruesome death. I may be out of a job since the maze was shut down by the police as a crime scene, but the month is still young. I can find more victims anywhere I want.