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I Wanna Be Your Bonnie, not Your Juliet

accomplice phone sex knife killerWhile my girlfriends were dreaming about having a Romeo and Juliet kind of love, I was dreaming about being Bonnie to Clyde. You see I suffer from hybristophilia, a strong attraction to bad boys. Not just any bad boy, but the criminal kind. Boys who love to kill, maim, torture and eviscerate others. I did not masturbate to movies like “The Notebook” or “Titanic.” What got me wet were films like “Hostel” and “Saw.”

I had this fantasy, I still do, of being a serial killer’s accomplice, girlfriend. Ted Bundy, David Berkowitz, Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy…these were the men I wanted to fuck. I had this elaborate fantasy life involving some of the most notorious serial killers in history. Fantasy #1: I witnessed Ted Bundy murder some of my sorority sisters. He sees me, with my hand in my panties, rubbing my clit, as he bludgeons to death my stuck up sorority sisters. Instead of killing me too, he realizes I am his soul mate. He kisses me with the blood of my sisters on his face, and fucks me on the bed where one of their dying bodies lay. We then go on a killing spree together, where he teaches me how to lure young stupid cunts into the car, and to their death.

killer phone sex snuff fantasiesFantasy #2: I meet Son of Sam Killer, David Berkowitz, at a satanic cult ritual. He teaches me how to shoot a 44 caliber Bulldog revolver. We go around NYC shooting people in the head that the devil tells us to snuff out. After every shooting, we fuck on the hood of the car that our victim is dying in, listing to the Partridge Family’s “I Think I Love You.” It’s our love song. We kill because there is no God, thus no need for guilt; and to celebrate our love. Blood gushing out of heads on to dashboards while I watch and fuck makes me horny still.

Fantasy #3: I am a young hippie in a cult. Charlie Manson is my God, my lover. He takes me under his wing. Teaches me that war is the answer, but sometimes you need to kill to incite a righteous war. A war against greed and excess. Charlie teaches me how to find the worst offenders of avarice. We find a young couple living high on the hog while others are homeless. We massacre the family and fuck in the blood bath while singing “Helter Skelter.” People need to learn not to flaunt their excess.

Fantasy #4: I meet Jeffrey Dahmer while furniture shopping. We share a kindred fascination for flesh. He invites me back to his apartment for a very special meal. He gives me my first taste for human flesh. Even gives me cooking lessons. I lure a victim back to the house. One that has enough meat on his bones to sustain us both. As we celebrate the joys of cooking flesh, we fuck up against the stove, as a pot of soup bones boils on the burner. The smell of flesh falling off of bones gets my cunt so wet. Still does. Jeffrey makes me understand that I need to appreciate my kills, use all of the body. Eat the flesh, use the bones and skin for furniture. It’s really hot to fuck on a table made of human remains.

killer phone sex hybristophiliaFantasy #5: My parents hire John Wayne Gacy as a clown at my birthday party. Even at a young age, I am keenly observant. He is eyeballing my little brat of a brother. I don’t know how, but I understand that look. I go to his house one day, there is an intoxicating odor coming from underneath the house. John teaches me how to stalk young prey, lure them to my house, play with them, then snuff them out without needing to worry much about body discovery. I learn how to asphyxiate and strangle victims. Even though he prefers young boys, he fucks me from behind as I squeeze the life out of a little plaything with my hands.

My attraction to bad boys has served me well over the years. The many loves of my youth, have made me the sick, violent, twisted girl I am today. From each fantasy lover, I have learned things to make me the best kind of killer. The kind that goes undetected. From Ted, I got a love for blood and an appreciation for beating my victims to death. From David, I learned that there is no God, thus no heaven, so why have guilt? Plus, he taught me how to shoot a gun. A bullet to the head is a sexy quickie kill. From Charlie, I learned the best type of folks to kill. The self entitled assholes that get richer why the poor get poorer. Greed is a deadly sin after all. From Jeff, I learned that human flesh is quite tasty, and nourishing. And, I garnered an appreciation for using the entire body. I’m not killing for sport, but survival. And from John, I gained a love for killing the little ones. Using them for my pleasure, then snuffing them out. Added bonus, learning that lye can leave a body unrecognizable.

Hybristophilia makes me your perfect evil accomplice. I know how to kill in a multitude of ways. I love to stalk and select the right victim. I have an appreciation for killing all sorts of folks; I lack a true type. I know how to dispose of bodies. What kind of evil fun can we get into bad boy?

 

 

Punching Bag Hag

Violent phone sexHis fucking hands were so big!  I had to have him as soon as I walked into the bar.  He was with some other skank, but I’m the ultimate skank and she wasn’t dirty enough for him.  I could tell.  He called her a bitch a few times and she looked like she wanted to cry.  Stupid cunt, doesn’t she know that are terms of endearment?  I learned long ago that women who look like me should be used by men in what ever capacity they see fit to use us in. 

I had just had some candy in the car so I was revved up and ready for anything.  I went there looking for some pain slut fun, and if I could just get the idiot away from this huge guy I knew I would find it.  Fucking is secondary to me, I just want the bruises, gashes, welts, because that’s what gets me off. 

I stepped up to him and kissed him hard.  I spit in his girl’s face and he laughed.  I asked him, “Don’t you want to take out some frustration big man?”  He smiled and called me a few names, I just smiled.  He asked me if that pissed me off, I told him no, I like it.  Then I pushed his hand onto my tits.  His girl just sat and watched.  I asked him if he would like to step outside and teach me a lesson for being such a whore.  What do you know? He said, “FUCK YEAH!”

I’m not sure which punch made me pass out, but when I woke up by the dumpster I was sore.  I made my way back to my car, drove home and looked at myself in the mirror.  My pussy almost exploded!  I looked like the garbage I am.  I will have to go back to that bar again to see if I can be someone else’s punching bag hag for the night.

A Serial Killer is Born in a Blizzard

snuff porn evil dominatrixLast year my accomplice, my companion, my partner in crime, John and his daughter Amy, were driving to a concert in another city. The forecast was for a dusting of snow, but once we got on the road, it was obvious a dusting was now a blizzard. The roads were horrible. White knuckle driving.  John was going 35 miles an hour. We must have passed a dozen  cars off the road. I told him perhaps we should just pull over and wait it out. Amy had to pee, we were low on gas;  made sense to pull over. We were huddled in the backseat staying warm, when we heard a crash. A car had skidded off the road, smacked a tree.

We rushed out of the car to see if we could help. John was trying to call 911, but our cells were all dead. I told Amy to stay in the car. I knew there was a good chance there would be a lot of carnage by the look of the car. I was correct. Single male driver. He was thrown from the car. John was checking for a pulse. The guy was alive, but barely. He had to be in excruciating pain. His internal organs were spilled onto the snow. I felt bad, but I was turned on by the blood and sinew. John and I have a dark side, but the folks we stalk and maim, deserve it. We knew nothing about this guy. For all we knew he was a choir boy.

snuff porn tortureJohn knows me, he knew I was aroused. It looked like he was gutted. John was like, “He is going to die. No one will get here to save him.” This is what you call a crime of opportunity. I went to check on Amy, and to my surprise she was standing behind me, hands in her panties, filming the wreckage with her camera phone. So young, but sharing our love for blood and sinew, even pain. Not our pain, but pain of others.

Amy got closer, filmed the life going out of him. But she wanted more reaction from his eyes. John started pulling on his intestines. Literally, pulling all his organs out. He couldn’t talk, but you could see the pain in his eyes. Playing with his organs was the stuff  that sells snuff porn. This was real, raw, emotional. Amy was filming it all in awe. She liked watching him die. She likes seeing her daddy and I as angels of death. I took over the camera so Amy could play. She is a natural sadistic. Maybe a natural born killer. John and I watched her pull on his intestines, reach her hand into the gaping hole in his belly and gut him. That finished him off. We caught the whole thing on film. Amy’s first snuff film. Amy’s first kill. Perhaps it was more of a mercy kill, but it was still hot to watch such a young girl enthralled by death, curious about pain, with no quilt whatsoever about what she did. A serial killer was born in that blizzard.

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Never Steal Another Man’s Bitch

killer phone sex bloody snuffMy son is very particular about who fucks me. He has no problem pimping me out, but it is usually for profit, to settle a debt, or for a special occasion to a best bud.  He was not at all happy to discover that a revival had kidnapped me, and was keeping me captive in his dungeon. For days, Master Roberto forced me to perform all sorts of sex acts on him. All the while taking pics and sending them to my son with messages like, “She’s my bitch now,” and “You can’t protect your women.” Their rivalry with women goes way back. I never liked him. Even as a little boy he was  a sick cruel fuck. I never told my son that once during a sleepover, he came into my room and violated my ass with a baseball bat. My son would have murdered him.

My son is smart, smarter than Roberto. Recognized the dungeon from the photo he texted him. He showed up to claim what was his, me. Roberto acted like it was all a joke. It may have been to him, but not to my son. My son swung a tire iron at his head, knocked him out, and grabbed his phone. My son’s hands covered in blood, he scrolled through the pics of Roberto forcing himself on me. He cut me down as I was suspended upside down. My son kissed me, then realized I had Roberto’s cum on my face. The fact that he came in and on me meant Roberto had to die. He violated his mother, a sin punishable by death in Italian communities.

I helped tie him up. My son drove us to the marina, where his boss keeps his boat. We borrowed it. Took that  boat out far enough that a body would never wash up on shore. This boat had a fishing plank, so my son made him walk the plank to his death. But to make it more interesting, my son cut off Roberto’s dick first. Let him get covered in blood, then stuffed his dick in his mouth and forced him off the boat. The sea was turning red with his blood. Schools of scavenger fish were circling him. Rumor has it that piranhas are in that part of the ocean. Regardless, he was gonna drown, bleed out or be dinner to the oceanographic life and never be a problem for me or my son again.

bloody phone sex killer fantasiesMy son and I watched him struggle, his head bobbing up and down for several minutes while the blood ran out of him, while he was dinner for the local wildlife. My son even snapped a few pictures of him drowning. My son kissed my forward and said, “You’re MY slave, don’t ever forget it,” or you will rest with the fishes too.

Left it all Behind

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Before I got myself together and really started taking care of business I was struggling hard. My bottom was when I found myself hanging around in an abandoned building right outside of town. I knew it was dangerous here but it was more comfortable for me than a shelter and it wasn’t far from town at all. I had been walking to a bus stop when I noticed it, it looked like no one had been inside there in months. Instead of hoping on the bus I went to check out what was inside. As I entered I saw how dark and dusty it was, but there were rooms every where so I was excited to explore. I unpacked myself right inside the front room, just in case I had to flee I would be able to grab most of my things.

A few days of staying there and I was feeling like I had really found my home. Of course it was silly to think that, but I found comfort in calling it my home. One night when I came home I was met by a group of white men who seemed to be pissed that I was “squatting” in their neighborhood. They tortured my black pussy shoving cocks in my ass and a huge cucumber ripping my ass hole wide open. They were shoving the cucumber so far inside of me I thought I would burst. They made me their cum slut that night, shooting their loads anywhere on me.  I could feel the skin around my ass hole tearing as they tore into my pussy. They all fucked me raw right there in my doorway and left me on the front porch with the cucumber still lodged in my ass hole. When they were done my face was covered in cum, it was dripping out of my hair as I laid there trying to catch my breath.

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Castration Phone Sex with Venus: Fuck Pig for Sale

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Are you looking for castration phone sex? I have lots of private fuck pigs who recognize they have worthless peckers than can do me no good. Take my fuck pig below. My Pomeranian has a bigger dick. Therefore, this fuck pig belongs in a cage. In fact, I am gonna auction him off to the highest bidder. If he can’t bring me any satisfaction sexually, he is gonna bring me money. You see, if you got a worthless pecker, you don’t need it. Hell, I suspect you won’t miss it. We all know, no woman would ever miss it.

I can make money off his castration. Lots of sick fucks out there just like me who would pay for the fun of slicing off the balls and dick of a useless prick. I’m running my own private Hostel! If he had money, I would get out my knife collection and slice his junk off myself, and get off watching him bleed and writhe in pain. But you go  to pay for the privilege of me ridding you of your worthless bits. So, I am going to auction off my fuck pig to the highest bidder to do whatever they want to him. Castrate him, snuff him, beat him,  torture him,  cook him and serve him for dinner. I don’t care what the fuck you do with him. He is a worthless fuck pig. I own him, so I can do what I want with him. And if you buy him, you can do what you want with him. I’ll throw in his cage for free.

All reasonable offers will be entertained. Let the bidding begin. You will not be disappointed. He knows he is a worthless pig.

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Merry Pharmacist Day!!

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I had no idea what pharmacist even does outside of counting medicine, but I learned a whole lot about the profession today. Monday’s seem to be the slowest day for these guys, so it was the perfect day for me to wonder on in needing a pregnancy test. I was stuck at the counter when the pharmacist popped up on me from behind and asked me if I needed assistance in a deep sexy voice. One look at him and a high YES came jumping out of my mouth before I could stop it. He giggled when he noticed my embarrassment, and went on to help me grab the correct test. I followed him to the counter, paid and asked to use the bathroom. He took me to the back to the employees bathroom because the one in the store was broken.

The pregnancy test came back negative and I screamed with joy in the bathroom. The pharmacist must have assumed there was something wrong because he came barging into the bathroom with a scared look on his face. I laughed when I saw the look of fear leave and lust take over as he stared at me in my underwear breathing hard with excitement. I walked up, closed the door and fucked him hard right there in his tiny employee bathroom. He was tightly holding onto my waist and pushing his dick hard inside me. With his face stuffed in my tits I slide my pussy up and down his cock and pounded it right back on top of him. He was fucking me so hard that his dick kept popping in an out of my pussy, the last time he slipped out he slipped back in my ass and I nearly fell out. He fucked my ass with the same strokes he gave my pussy and it felt so good to take a big cock up my ass, stretching me out good. He gave me a huge load to clean up, I had no idea how I was to get all this nut off my back! I learned so much about the pharmaceutical industry that day.

Indigodone HCL

Medical fetish phone sexIn honor of National Pharmacist Day I have decided to turn myself into a drug.  Wouldn’t that be fantastic? Me? A drug? I think so and what is a drug without a commercial. Without further ado I give you Indigodone HCL.

If you have experienced Pissing me off, giving me dirty looks, talking about me behind my back, being a full on cunt, being annoying, being worthless, or I just straight up do not like you for no reason in particular, then you should talk to me about Indigodone HCL. 

When taking Indigodone HCL it is important to know the risks.  Side effects have been reported which include: Sudden onset of stab wounds, burn marks, evisceration, beheading, torture, ligature marks, hemorrhaging from your genital areas, forced penetration, widening of your asshole, widening of your cunt, grotesque mutilation, abuse of a corpse, being brutally violated with something sharp, head injuries, and psychological breaks.  In extreme cases death has occurred…who am I kidding, death always occurs.

In a double blind study where those given Indigodone HCL experienced traumatic deaths.  Those who were given a placebo were grateful to survive.

Do not take Indigodone HCL if you are: Pregnant, planning on becoming Pregnant, ever thought of being Pregnant, sat next to a Pregnant woman on a bus, walked past the Maternity section in a store, or asked someone their due date only to find out that they are not pregnant…awkward.

Indigodone HCL is not available over the counter, or in any store.  If you think you would like to try Indigodone HCL then you are one crazy son of a bitch. 

Babysitting with Goth teen phone sex ~ Morticia ~

Taboo phone sexThere is something about the blood of a sweet little angel that makes my pussy wet. Tonight I went to the park, and found myself entranced by a angel. Normally I don’t go for the wee-ones by myself, but this one had me so enamored that I had to have her.

I walked up to her and asked her to help me save a little kitty, she was more than willing to help me. I told her the kitty was at my house and I could not get to her. It was all to easy to get this sweet angel to do as I said. She was so beautiful with her long blonde hair in a lose braid in a pink sundress but her innocence made me crave her.

Once we got to my house I told her the kitten was in the kitchen, as soon as we walked in the front door, I kicked her down hard on the floor and she hit her head hard and passed out. I waited until she woke up. While I waited I wanted to dress my little angel up. I started off with taking all her clothes off.

I inspected every inch of her body. I then washed her from head to toe. I spent extra time in her tight cunnie. I opened her pussy lips and washed it with a warm soapy cloth. After I dried her off I put oil all over her naked body. As I was rubbing her body with the oil my pussy was soaking wet.

I grabbed my hand held vibrator and placed it against my clit. Within seconds my body was shaking, I could not help myself but cum all over myself and fell to my knees. As I was sitting there on my knees with my pussy dripping and my body shaking, I knew that I made the right choice in bringing my angel home and keeping her for a toy.

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I was all too excited to dress her in a see through night gown and little white cotton panties. I put make up on my little doll and then I sewed her lips shut. When she woke up I didn’t want to hear screaming. Now all I had to do was wait for her to wake up.

Call me to find out what I did to my doll when she woke up. I had so much fun with her..

Torture Sex with Blair

torture sex anal torture mommyI answered an ad in the Backpages for a mommy model. Sounded innocent enough. Pay was good. Would help me buy party supplies. I meet this young guy at his family cabin. When I arrived, he looked normal, but the cabin was obviously abandoned, as were all the cabins nearby. I was in the middle of nowhere. No one would hear me scream.  “What had I gotten myself into,” I thought.

I ignored my gut, second mistake. First mistake was agreeing to meet a total stranger in an abandoned cabin. When I entered with him, it was set up as a studio, but rest of the place was creepy and dilapidated. He gave me $1000 upfront and told me to undress. I thought to myself since he paid me I was probably safe. We began taking a few soft core pics. He excused himself to get some more film. I waited on the bed for him. I felt a blunt instrument hit me from behind. I fell forward on the ground.  He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me into another room. Strung me up and started whipping me.

He whipped me suspended for hours. When he cut me down, he dragged me by the hair back into the other room, blindfolded me and told me I better be ready for some ass rape porn, because he hired me for torture sex . I did not sign on for this. He had camera equipment set up to film him violating my ass. He started off just fucking me, but made sure I understood that he was just priming my ass for more torture. I guess I was screaming too much and he put a gag in my mouth. Turns out the gag was because he knew that I would really be screaming for the next phase.

torture sex bondage mommyHe started fisting me, double fisting me actually, A fist in my cunt and ass at same time to stretch me out further. He said his audience loves a gaping asshole. I was tight and he needed to change that. When his hands didn’t result in the gaping ass he wanted, he shoved his foot up my ass. That hurt more than anything he had done yet. I’d never had a foot in my ass. His foot was way bigger than his cock. I was crying , screaming. When he was done, my ass was gaping open. He seemed pleased with his work. He got the camera right up to my ass to show off my hole. Then I felt cold metal against my ass. I gulped in fear. A steel hook in my ass. I felt blood trickling down my thighs. The pain was awful. He fucked me with a cold metal hook. Mutilated my ass. The longer he fucked me, the more I bled. I saw the blood pooling underneath me; I started to shake, get light headed. Next thing I knew, I passed out.

I woke up covered in blood, in excruciating pain, gagged, with a metal hook in my ass. Like the cabin I was in, I had been abandoned. Left to die in the woods.  My cell phone was in front of me, so I could call for help, if I could only get a signal….