Finally, Halloween. The holiday where I can be my wicked self. I have plans this year. My fuck partner and I have decided that a little teen Trick-or-Treater would be a fun party favor. I’m going to a white trash neighborhood to find one. The good thing about white trash is that they could care less about their welfare offspring. I’ll just grab one quick. She fights me all the way to the car but I’m dressed as a zombie and people think it’s an act. Won’t her mama be surprised when she doesn’t come home tonight?
Then it’s back to our dungeon for a real “treat.” I’ll tie that little fucker up, still in her costume. She’ll scream for her mommy and I’ll kick her in the head to shut her up. Demon will be preparing the objects of torture. Knives, scalpels, electric prod, curling iron. I see the fear in her eyes and it makes me wet.
Two hours later and I’ve cum in my panties 4 times. Snuff fantasy porn really gets me off. She is barely recognizable in all of the gore. Demon has his cock out as he tortures her. Screams fill the air but people think they are part of Halloween. Her tiny nipples are gone. She is covered with burns, the smell of flesh in the air. I’ve cut the Archilles tendons in her feet so she cannot run. The noose around her neck is embedded in her flesh and she gasps for air. It’s cunny time for Demon. His evil 12 inch dong is burning with lust and hatred. He rips off her panties to reveal her pretty, smooth pink clamshell. He cruelly rams a fat finger to the hilt. She screams in pain. He follows with a thrust of his demon whip and she bleeds profusely. I lean down and take a lick. Mmmmm, virgin blood. I grab the curling iron and ram her in the pussy, fucking her, cauterizing the blood flow. Demon pushes me away. “Time to die.” he whispers. He falls upon her, shoving viciously into her burnt cunt. I grab her by the noose and pull it tight. Her eyes roll inward and her body twitches. He comes with a howl, and then grabs me. I await my masters fuck stick as he pins me to the floor and conjures up the other demons. They all feast on virgin blood and take turns fucking me.
The night is not over. The demons still thirst. Hide those brats cause I’m coming for them.
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All Hallows Eve Madness
This Halloween will bring an end to her madness. I have had her for some time now and she has gone mad. Watching her sanity slowly slip away has been a journey of erotic satisfaction for me. She has gotten loose in the basement and I had to chain the door shut. Listening to her wail and chant incoherently has been the catalyst for many days and nights of hot masturbation, making me cum very hard. It has also given me time to plan the perfect snuff ending for my insane little prisoner. I love when she pushes the trap door of the basement open and stares at me with her wild eyes and filthy face chanting that she is coming for me. What she doesn’t know is the clock is ticking and her time is almost up. On All Hallows Eve when the moon is high and the night is dark I am letting her out of the basement through the outside entrance. As she is flailing and chanting in the cool crisp air I am going to pull out my cross bow and systematically hunt her down. Legs first rendering her immobile. As I let my arrows fly, hitting strategically to cause her pain, I will become weak from the intense orgasms that her end will bring me. The shrill of her insane screaming will fill the night air and bring the juices flowing from my cunt.
Don’t take candy from strangers
Did your parents ever tell you to not take candy from strangers? Did your mommy and daddy take your candy away to check it before you ate any of it? You never know what might be in it. Tiny needles that will tear up your insides. Maybe some poison in your candy apples. Or razor blades in your chocolate. If you come to my house on Halloween you won’t make it out. Parents don’t keep track of their monsters so when a few go missing no one knows where they went. I keep mine. I fatten them up, I shave their young bodies. They aren’t too young but not old. I use them as props in my decor. This year is the Bloody butcher shop. Half eaten human arms, legs and feet. No one notices that they are real. They just think it is part of all the fun and scare of Halloween. When really I have the rest of their bodies roasting in the oven. I need to get my appitizers just right for my up coming Halloween party.
My New Victim
The more I drove around looking for a victim,the more my desire to fullfill a rape fantasy began to boil inside me. I had to quench my thirst for torture, blood, pain and fear. I had been wondering the streets all day looking for her. Driving around, walking the streets. I looked at the street market, I searched the parks, the malls, even the movie theaters. I was just about to give up there she was, like a gift from an evil lord, for my pleasure. I watched the fear in her eyes change from fear to desperation and back to fear again as I drove home. I tied her to my alter spread eagle and shaved all the hair off her pussy. I poured my scented oil all over her body, cleansing her. I burnt my sage over her and purged her body of all impurities. Finally I took her violently, assulting every inch of her body while she screamed for mercy. When I was done with her. I sliced her wrists and let her bleed into the two little glass bowls I have. Once she was bleed I butchered her and began cooking her slowly. Dinner was going to be good today….
The Queen of Death
I played accomplice for Mr. D last night. Picked up some young whore at the local pizza place. She was drunk outta her mind and I promised to get her home safe. She was wearing tiny slut shorts and no bra. Ripe for the picking. Young and tender just the way he likes them.
He jumped on her like a piece of choice ribeye. Tore her clothes off and starting fucking her dry. She was all moaning and blubbering, snot running down her face. Made me wanna cave her nose in. Gross slut. She seemed to enjoy it at first and I got jealous. Mr. D is my man and only I can please him. Here’s this bratty whore trying to convince him how much she likes the abuse. I couldn’t stand it. I kicked her in the head while she sucked his cock. He knew I was jealous and egged me on, making her suck his balls. I lost it and stabbed her right in the spine. She went limp, her spinal cord severed. He picked her limp rag doll body up, threw her on the bed and stuck his cock in her. He taunted me that she was tighter than me and so much younger. Such an obedient fuck doll. He might have to keep her around. I saw red. I jumped up on the head of the bed and took her head in my hands and began to squeeze her throat. She gurgled. He got harder. I squeezed more and her lips turned blue. “Do it,” he roared, his orgasm hitting him hard. I slit the whore’s throat just as he burst cum into her pussy. Her dying gasp made me cum too. He fucked me right there in a pool of her blood. I am still the queen of death. He’ll never give me up.
Snuff Porn Fun with Crack Whores
Friday night festivities are under way. I’ll be grabbing one of the boys to be my accomplice phone sex assistance in rounding up a snuff porn victim or three. Crack whores are the easiest target and least likely to be missed or they are already writen off as dead. Who in their right mind will miss a filthy druggy crack whore? For fucking real, the bitch could care a rats ass for herself so who fucking cares!
My boys in the lab have my bait ready to grab a few for the snuff film tonight. You see we always need a couple extra victims as they are crack whores. You never can tell just how bad things will go before finishing the film so we need more than one disposable body. I love hunting for the perfectly degraded piece of trash to make some of the most gruesome little films. Some nights we get lucky and achieve full use of each victim.
This round I am going to lure in a male counterpart for fucking the crack whore to death and we’ll even fucking snuff his ass after my gang gangbangs his fuckless ass. We will get fucking filthy and feel free to call me up for a preview as I verbally exploit the hell out you.
All For Daddy
I do everything with daddy! No matter what he wants to do I am there to help! Daddy loves when I am his little accomplice the most though, I can see how happy he is when I help him. And I love it too because daddy always rewards me for helping with a really good fucking, so it is always worth it. This time daddy wanted help getting a slut for us to fuck, and I already knew a few so that made this job one of the easier ones. I picked one of the dykes I know and invited them to a huge party at our summer cabin, I forgot to mention that the only huge thing there was what was in daddies pants! She came out that night and I was already in daddies favorite slutty little outfit, and as you can imagine she was very surprised, but no worries! I pulled her inside and started making out with her, she had obviously liked me for awhile, silly girl thought I brought her here for me. Daddy was not there yet so she took me to the couch and started flicking my clit with her tongue, daddy walked in but she was to busy to notice, I wrapped my legs around her head so that she couldn’t run. I played with my nipples and in no time daddies cock was hard, he came up behind her lifted her skirt and rammed it in her, she tried to scream and get away but I would not let her. Daddy fucked every hole she had until she bled and then I made her eat my cum. We left her on the couch while daddy gave me my reward by giving me the best fucking a girl could ask for.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: Why I love Fall!
Fall is my favorite time of year for a couple reasons. First, I love Halloween. Not only do I like all things horror and scary being a Goth girl sadist, but the entire month of October is hunting season for me. Why? Because dumb bimbos find the need to dress in some sort of slutty costume for the entire month. Slutty nurses, slutty secretaries, cheerleaders, sexy bunnies or kittens… Hell girls will be a slutty nun to bring attention to their bodies. This helps me with the second reason I love this time of year so much. Thanksgiving. Fuck the pilgrims. I am all about that special dining experience. October allows me to better see the meat if you know what I mean. All those stupid bimbos walking around in slutty costumes, drinking too much, means I can find the right meal a month in advance. That gives me plenty of time to fatten her up; purify her body; work on the right recipe; and invite my fellow friends who enjoy a fine dining experience too.
The best meals are planned well in advance. With this kind of dining experience, you need the meal prepared correctly. No running to the store for a back up rump roast if you burn your girl. Ii mean meal. Now, sometimes a special accomplice hires me to make a meal out of an annoying ex or co worker. It is fun to dine on the dregs of society. At least he or she can bring some happiness to people in the end! Regardless of how the meal is selected, the preparation is what makes the meal scrumptious. Skinny sluts need fed a month of protein shakes. Most whores need the dyes out of their hair; the saline out of their tits (although I do try to nab the meals with real breasts); remove all piercings and fake nails and crap. Daily washing in a butter sauce makes the skin so tender and juicy. About a week before Thanksgiving, I start experimenting with seasonings and special sauces. I’m an excellent cook. Of course I have been schooled well and trained in the preparation process by experts. Now is the time of year for all those special meal requests. I can nab just about anyone with no difficulty between now and Halloween. I’m also looking for help with the meal preparation process. And of course folks who would like to spend Thanksgiving with me dining on a most special meal.
I love cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I have peculiar tastes, do you?
Smoke And Mirrors
She was easy to get wasn’t she? It is amazing what some will do when you give them things. There we were, sitting at the Vape bar just having a great time and she walked in. It was her first time in a place like this, you could tell right off. She didn’t even know what a blank was. You and I chuckled at her, as did a lot of other people. She looked like she was going to cry. It was then that I saw that look in your eye. The one that asks the question, “Raven? You want to have some fun?” I smiled back at you and you winked at me.
Within a few minutes you, her and I were sitting off to the side. We taught her some of the terminology, how to vape and just talked in general. You even offered to fill up a blank for her. Aren’t you nice? No, you really aren’t. I know what you put in there, she however, did not. There she was, enveloped in smoke, slowly drifting off. Just a few more minutes and we would have our play thing.
Once the effect wore off she was very surprised to find herself naked. Remember how she argued, calling us all those names. I never understood why they do that. Call us names that is. Do they think it is going to hurt our feelings and we will just let them go? Yeah, NO! Those swear words of hers quickly turned into whimpers of pain. It was glorious!
Kidnapping Phone Sex Games
Kidnapping phone sex has always been one of my favorite phone sex fantasies. That was until I was in Kentucky recently to visit family and my car broke down on the side of the road. I knew better than to take a ride from a stranger, but it was dark and raining. The moment I sat in his truck I regretted my decision. I felt like I was in a bad horror movie, like Joyride 4. He sensed my fear. I tried to escape at a traffic light, but the door handle was gone. I begged him to let me go, but he just laughed and drove into the dark rural back roads of Western Kentucky. When I grabbed the steering wheel, he smacked my head against the dashboard, which knocked me out.
I woke up naked, suspended in the air in some shack. Ball gag in my mouth. Collar around my neck. My boobs bound so tight they were turning purple. When he approach me, I kicked him in the balls since my legs were dangling. He punched me in the face, knocking me out a second time. Woke up with shackles around my ankles and my ball gag removed and replaced with a bamboo spear through my tongue. I could taste blood. My captor was not amused. He looked menacing with his mask and whip in hand. I started shaking because I knew I was going to be whipped like a slave. He whipped me with a leather cat of nine tails that left huge gashes in my flesh. Blood was running down my legs, pooling beneath me. I have been a pain slut all my life, but with this man, I had no safe word, no way of making him stop. I was scared I was going to die inn the hills of Kentucky.
I passed out a third time from pain and blood loss. Woke up on a rack hooked up to some sort of electric shock machine. My kidnapper was molesting me. Shoving fingers up my cunt. It was the electric current that woke me up. Made me piss myself. I begged to be released. He got on top of me and shoved his cock in my pussy while he put his hand around my throat. Force fucked me, came in me, then put a gas mask on me. “Never take rides from strangers bitch. No one ever comes here looking for some stupid missing cunt.” I prayed this was just a horrible dream…