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The Chase

I bashed her stomach with the lamp next to her bed and I smiled brightly when I felt the blob I’d beaten within. I jumped on her like a wildcat–I couldn’t stop raking my nails into her eye sockets, kicking her, smacking her and ripping out her hair. She fell against the bed and took it like a good whore. Screams for help soon graduated to lowly and half-assed whimpers and raspy cries as her energy was drained away from her. Hayley bleeding from her mouth, her eye was swollen shut, and she sobbing hysterically. She’d lost control over her mouth, where teeth were now sparse, and so I took her maternity pajama top into my hands and ripped it open down the front, exposing her huge milk-brimming tits, swollen and achy and pregnant. Her nipples looked like little red buttons I just wanted to slice off to see what was inside. Begging pathetically, trying to cover her stomach with her arms. Trying to save the baby I wanted to kill for my own. I took out my pocket knife and slashed her pajama bottoms off. “Ever been fucked by a knife, you stupid cunt?” I asked her. She moaned and struggled weakly, flailing. I laughed. “I’m going to stick this blade up your cunt and fuck you real good with it. It’s about time we used that babyhole for what it’s good for.” She was too beaten and abused to resist much. I flipped her over like a nice piece of preggo ass and spread those breeding whore legs for what they were good for. “Bradley’s dead now,” I told her through my smile. “You’re a widow, and since I’m your next-of-kin, you’re my wife now.” This caused a horrible shaking to overtake her weak body, and tiny sounds of abject terror and fear escaped from her bruised lips. “I can’t hear you,” I told her chidingly. “You’re face down, ass up, like you belong.”

The Hunter

“In my mind’s eye my thoughts light fires in your cities.”
― Charles Manson

My half-brother is having a baby. Well, his slut fuck wife anyway. Wanna know a secret? Last night I closed my eyes and I dreamed about it . . . the creaky halls, warped floor boards, and silent groans of their Hollywood Hills home. As I climbed in through the kitchen window, echoing sounds ricocheted across the shadowy darkness. Passing the garbage disposal, and taking special note of where is was . . . I climbed upstairs, twisting around the banister, and opening the bedroom door, casting light from the hall across the room. While Bradley rubbed Hayley’s fat bloated preggo stomach, I leaned on my baseball bat for support. And when the lights started flickered on and off in the hall, where my hand was playing with the switches, my halfling got up to go check it out like the “good man.” I reached in my waistband, retrieved the shotgun I’d hidden down the leg of my sweatpants, and blew his fucking brains out. Cocked the piston, aimed it at his third eye, and, he didn’t have time to react with anything more than utter disbelief before I pulled the trigger. “Bye bye Bradley,” I whispered to him. His head snapped backward as it simultaneously splattered against the wall in a mass of bone, blood, brains, and dripping flesh. The sound of the gunpowder blowing back and the shell taking off his head sent shivers up and down my spine. I needed that. I was getting high. Without taking a breath or a pause, I dropped the gun where his head used to be. His body collapsed to the floor, nothing left of him except the shoulders-down. The scream from his fat breeding slut meant I charged in there with a Cheshire grin on my happy fucking face without even a pause or a breath. She was trying to get up from bed, so I whacked that bitch’s kneecaps out with the bat. CRACK! I didn’t want her getting away. She let out an ear-piercing scream. Such a worthless used-up pussy she is. Like a warbling, fluid fantasy, she fell to the floor groaning in horrible utter agony and I grabbed the slut by her hair. “Tell me what scum you are,” I seethed down at her. She obliged, begging for her baby’s life. “No,” I smirked, “I don’t think so.”

The Flames Get Higher

torture phonesex karmaNot only was I craving the feeling of being lost in the beauty of it all. But I needed to be able to cum to the sound of the screams of agony and desperation. Preparing for the carnage builds the anticipation so much so that my body physically aches for release. I take my time with the accelerant, pouring it strategically around the pretty little cottage style home. Inside is a perfect little family, Mommy, Daddy, a boy and girl and of course the family pooch. I can see them through the bedroom windows sleeping soundly. Smiling somewhere in the land of their dreams. It only serves to heighten the need and I can feel my cunt start to leak juices.torture phonesex house My hand is shaking with anticipation as I strike the lighter and touch it to the accelerant. I watch as the flame quickly creeps along the path of the accelerant before I hide in the tree line. The flames with their beautiful colors of red and yellow and that brilliant blue mixed in are hypnotic. I watch as they climb higher and the blaze intensifies. I can hear the frantic barking of the dog and the sounds of a man yelling for his family to wake up, the screams of the females in the house are unmistakable. I know by now the smoke is becoming unbearable. They will try to get low and crawl for an exit. But it doesn’t matter because there are no exits, they are in flames! As I imagine the bodies being chard to a crisp, the pain and agony of being burned alive, I can feel my climax building. Just as I am about to explode there is a sudden explosion and at the moment I feel the ground shake under my body, my cunt erupts in an earth shattering orgasm! Just like the flames, It’s so hot in between my legs!torture phonesex fire

Fright Night

torture phonesex karmaIt’s late and I am restless. I need release so bad I can taste it. So I decided to take a walk in the cool night air. Passing the house I looked up and saw the silhouette of a young woman. It was obvious that she didn’t have any clothes on and I could just make out her hard nipples. I could feel the familiar tingle in between my legs as twisted, evil fucked up ideas raced through my brain and I could not fight the urge to go to her. Breaking in was easy. There was no alarm and using a credit card to get the door open is something I mastered long ago. I quietly walked through the kitchen and living room taking note of the decorations and pictures. It appeared that she is a single young mother with a small girl. This was going to be more fun then I first anticipated. Locating the young girl’s room was also easy. Creeping to her bedside and rubbing my cunt while she slept peacefully, unaware of the nightmare that was about to begin just added fuel to the fire of my wicked desires. I placed my hand over her mouth and her eyes opened reflecting startled fear. I carried her to the room that was her mother’s. She didn’t see me enter with the girl in my arms. I watched, turning the girls head so she could see too, as her mother laid on her bed lost in masturbating. The hum of the vibrator filled the room and knowing that the girl was was watching her mothers pussy filled with the machine that would soon be filling her made me cum. Just as the her juices started flowing I emerged from the shadows with her young girl in my arms. I put my fingers to my lips and pulled out my knife putting it to her throat. “If either of you scream, you both die” I said quietly. Taking the vibrator from her hands I laid the little one next to her, they held hands and cried, softly sobbing as I shoved it deep inside that sweet little pussy. I stayed with them for hours, taking them both over and over again. Savagely feeding my lust for carnage, and then leaving them there to console each other. I made it perfectly clear that if they told a soul I would return and they would not survive.

Home Invasion

Home Invasion Phone Sex

 

Home invasion phone sex is so hot! I know just the home to invade. I used to babysit for them when I was younger. Boy did I have them fooled. I know the layout of the house so it will be fairly easy to fuck up this household. I have plans for this home. Who wants to help me? We can go in the night and sneak into the house. We can tie up the family members quietly one at a time so we don’t wake up the others. We can keep them all in one room and torture each in front of the other. Tell them we are going to let them live and give them a little hope. That way when we actually do snuff their lives out we can watch the last glimmer of hope fade away from their eyes. Taste the final tear that falls from their eyes. It tastes so sweet. Mmm, this is how I get off. I am so wet right now. I have special plans on how they should die too. The head needs to be detached from the body. I can use my big knife to slice through the necessary meat. What would you like to do with them?

 

Home Invasion Phone Sex 1

Home invasion phone sex

My boyfriend and I have been trying to decide what we want to do today. We are really in the mood to terrorize and torture someone today. I told him how about a little home invasion phone sex? He said that definitely sounded totally demented and awesome to him. So we started scoping out places we could break into. We found a huge house that we know these people have money and jewelry and awesome expensive cars. Since I’ve got my boyfriend with me we can do way more damage to this couple! We wait until they get home and are getting ready for dinner. I go up and ring the doorbell with the story that my car broke down may I please use your phone? Well next to me hiding behind a bush is my boyfriend, lol. So as soon as he says sure and opens his door more my boyfriend and I pull out our guns and tell them to grab their dining room chairs. We made them sit in the chairs while we grabbed our rope and tied them up and duct taped their hands behind their backs and their ankles to the chair. We then ask them where there safe is. At first they were reluctant but when the husband saw me pistol whip his wife and then slide my gun in between her legs he decided to cooperate. He told my boyfriend where the safe was and the code to get in while I stayed with his wife, gun still between her legs.

My boyfriend came downstairs with a whole pillow case full of money and jewelry! But we felt like doing more so he started pistol whipping the husband and I was dying to violate his wife! So I took my knife out and slit her skirt all the way up and the pulled her panties out and cut them in half. Then I took my gun and started fucking the bitch’s pussy with it, lol. You should have seen her husband such a pussy, lol. He started crying and shit, lol. Well my boyfriend decided to have a little fun with him and shot his knee caps out first, then shot through the top of his hands, lol. You should have seen all of the blood! Then he decided to put him out of his misery and just shot him in the head. I was still having fun with the wife and she was crying and begging for her life but no I don’t think so. I decided to kill the bitch differently this time. I just shot straight through her pussy but it didn’t kill her just hurt her really bad, lol. Then I just put my gun to the front of her head and shot her dead. It was nice to see the life drain out of both of them. Then my boyfriend and I fucked on the floor in between them.

Breaking-N-Entering with Alice

Taboo phone sex Alice 2Deep in the woods, there is this cabin where I know young college people got to party. They think they are safe from the wickedness of the world but they are so wrong! This cabin is far away from town and has no neighboring homes close by. The reason for why I know about this cabin is that I have been invited to come to several parties out there. Oh, and don’t worry about cops showing up because without neighbors near by them … who is going to even complain. (evil laugh) So this the master plan, we are going to enter in through the back door behind the cabin. That side of the cabin is thick and full of trees so that they wont see us going to break in that way. Plus the door knob is old and ready to fall apart so I will use a screw driver to pop the door open. Then once inside, everyone will be passed out from partying to hard which will make it perfect to strip them down and tie them up. Oh I just can’t wait to see the shock of terror in their eyes as we break-n-enter inside of them like the pathetic fuck-dolls as they all are. Lol! 

A Bloody Lesson

 

torture phonesex karmaMy whole body is alive with excitement. Electricity running through ever fiber of my being. He wants me to help him harvest body parts to sell. A way to torture and get paid for it. Tonight is a lesson for me. He picked a pretty little thing that lives alone. Here we stand by her bed. she is tied down and gagged and the surgical tools that will be mine are on the bedside table. While he is preparing to get started I look around the room and the closet door is opened. I see rows and rows of beautiful and obviously expensive heels. I can’t help but silently admiring them, even though I would never wear them. torture phonesex hands2He asks me if I am ready and I can feel myself cumming in my pants with anticipation as I shake my head yes. He lifts the scalpel and her eyes get wide as he lowers it to her exposed body. I watch as the scalpel eases into her skin and the milky white turns a crimson red. Her screams are muffled by the gag in her mouth and I can see that she is about to pass out. He spreads her skin open and takes a bigger scalpel to cut through the meaty flesh. Pulling out the first organ he carefully shows me exactly what to do.Then he examines it and shows me that this one is no good. He points out the flaws and tells me why it would not be able to be distributed. I look at the heels and I go get a pair of nice spiked ones, turning them over I take the defective organ and skewer it through the heel, placing it on display. I am going to create little trophies with any organ that we are unable to sell. I can’t wait for him to pull the next one out! torture phonesex hands1

An Open Window Invitation

I will come to them when they least expect it.  Snug, warm, in their beds.  Little heads peaking from beneath covers tucked tightly around them.  Rosie cheeked, soft lipped fuck meat puppets are what they are.  They just do not know it yet, but I do.  All it takes is one unlocked window, one unlocked door, and I consider that my invitation in.  You know, sometimes I do not even do anything.  Sometimes just the fear of something is just as good as the act.

Last summer I was in Michigan.  There was a cabin not far from the one I was staying at.  I would see the family out on the lake.  They would yell, scream, splash, they would have such a great time, like all cookie cutter douche bag families do.  They had one young girl with them, who didn’t do any of that, she would just sit on the grass and watch.  When they were outside cooking, she would sit at the picnic table and just stare out at the water.  Since I am all tactful and shit, I went over there one day and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”  The woman came rushing over and put her arms around her like I had the fucking plague or something.  She goes, “Stay away from her, her sister drown last year and she is having a hard time.” 

What…the…fuck?!? Who the hell takes someone to a place that would remind them of an event like that?…”Oh you just got out of rehab? Great! Glad you’re back, now let’s go buy some crack!”  Jesus!  Actually it made me laugh and think, ‘Why didn’t you think of that Raven.”  That bit of information was all I needed to work out in my warped little brain how to make her vacation all the more special.  I grabbed one of the other screaming things that had come out of the water to towel off and asked her what her sister’s name was.  She told me that the girl wasn’t her sister, but her cousin, like I gave a fuck, I still wanted a name, and not just that name, but the name of the floater too.

For the next three nights, I waited until everyone was asleep, climbed up to where I had seen her at night, and found; luckily for me; no locked windows.  I would climb in there, sit in this one corner, perched up on this low stool, and I would whisper her sister’s name, over and over again.  She would wake up eventually, look into the corner, and I would just lean forward a bit so she could just see the lower part of my face, and say her sister’s name again.  The chick would freak the fuck out!  She would run out of that damn bedroom so fast.  I would just go to the window, climb back out, and wait behind one of the trees.  I bet she thought she was going crazy. 

The last day I saw her,  she was crying and looking upstairs.  The adults had those worried “OMG, what are we going to do” looks on their face.  As they pulled away in their stupid car, I waved and blew them a kiss.  I always wonder if that crying girl remembers the voice in her bedroom, and the dark hooded figure with the alabaster skin, and blood red lips that whispered her dead sister’s name at the lake when she tries to sleep at night, and if she has to draw pictures of it for her Adolescent Psychiatrist.

Drunk Pathetic Parents

Over the holidays, so many people get fucked up, that it makes it easy for bad girls like me to do bad things. My boyfriend wanted us to break into his neighbor’s house to steal some pot.  We entered through the basement window, wearing ski masks and found their younger daughter in her bed, fast asleep while her stupid parents were laying on top of each other, naked and passed out on the living room floor. We carried the lil’ brat into the living room and dropped her on top of her parents. They were so drunk, that they didn’t even budge.  The little brat woke up startled and started crying, asking us who we were and what we were doing. We ignored her, bagged up the nose candy and returned to the living room, once we had packed our bags full with drugs, before leaving, we forced the drunk daddy to fuck his daughter’s tight little pussy, in front of her mother. Even though he was wasted, his dick had no problem getting hard. We rolled him onto his daughter, after removing her cute, little pink panties.  I got crazy-horny and felt my pussy get creamy as he forced his big daddy cock inside of his daughter’s little hole. I looked down at my boyfriends crotch and saw that he got a major hard-on. We laughed our  heads off because the parents were so pissy drunk, they had no idea what was going on. The little brat cried, screamed, and tried to fight her drunk dad off of her while her fucked up mom looked over at them, drooling and moaning like a drunk bitch. When my boyfriend and I left the house, we were so horny that we fucked like dirty, pervs in his car.  We did a roleplay: he pretended that he was the dunk daddy and I was the screaming, crying little brat.  He pulled out of my pussy and shot a huge load on my hard nipples.  I came all over his dick, as he covered my mouth, to stop me from screaming (like the little brat screamed).