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Torture Sex Need

torture sexSome days I am in a torture sex mood. This morning was one of those days. It is very snowy around here. I hate snow, but I like snow days. Snow days means brats around and not in school. I drove a few counties over because the first rule of murder is not to kill in your back yard. I went to the mall there because no matter what decade it is, brats will always hang at the mall. I disguised my appearance with by donning a blonde wig and wearing more traditional clothes. Big sunglasses to hide my eyes. I shopped until I saw a sweet young thing that got my cunt wet. She was a teen tease. The kind of whore in the making that will eventually be a welfare queen and a dirty stripper. I told her some bullshit about being a modeling talent scout and that I wanted to get some more photos of her. I play to their ego. The young girls with self-esteem issues eat it up. They never think I am going to make them a snuff porn star. I took her to my kill shack. I made her a drink that knocked her out. Not completely, but enough to take the fight out of her. I had an array of knives to play with. Tender flesh is my favorite to carve up. Young girls have the prettiest and sweetest blood. I carved up her tits and stabbed her virgin cunt. I could have used you by my side. I get such a rush carving up the flesh of a teen girl. She was so pretty and soft. And eventually so dead. I let her bleed out slowly. I fisted her cunt and ass as my final cruel gesture. After a couple hours of torture, I had a dead teen carcass to feed to the coyotes. She scratched my itch, at least for now.

Snuff me out baby

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Come over and make me your stupid slut. I want you to make me have snuff sex with you because I am the dirtiest little bitch ever. I am pretty sure you want to see me bleed out because every time you see me cry, you get extra hard. You know you will make me your little bitch. You don’t even need my consent.

You are free to fuck me over however you want. Women were meant to please men, and we are all pathetic and inferior. Feminist whores need to know their place, and it is beneath a man sucking him off and letting him beat her to a bloody pulp. I have allowed every man that has crossed my path to make me wish I was dead by all the pain they cause my cunt.

hold me captive for torture sex

torture sex

I have a sex dream about a stalker holding me captive and making me his torture sex slave. I always wake up in a pool of cum, all drenched. I don’t know how I get so wet, but I am soaked and probably knee-deep into five to ten orgasms. I swear  I squirt, too it is insane how much I am aroused when I have this dream.

Many might categorize this as a nightmare, but I think about it as the best fuck ever. I am wearing black lingerie in the dream, and I have a master exposing me and live streaming me so all my friends and family can see what’s going on and make sure I am told.

I have to let him piss on me and hold me captive and use me in every way possible. I am ordered around, whipped, and fucked mercilessly. It is one hot nightmare if you ask me.

Pain giving Killer phone sex

killer phone sexKiller phone sex Pain giver Jezabel wishes to hurt you badly. Are you a pain piggy for the ultimate destruction? Need to be beat and shoved full of cock for a mistress with no limits on the pain she gives? I bet you have death fantasies that get you off. Need to be strung up like a side of beef and cut hundreds of times until you bleed out on the floor? Can you time you cum load to the death scene we prepare? That takes a lot of work considering you never know when the final kill will be! Pain p i g g y here pain piggy. Your cock doesn’t deserve to be on your body very much longer. How much are you paying your mistress every year she lets you have your cock? And when are you going to get tired of paying her and just lop it off? I hope at least one of my pain sluts call me on the night of cock destruction from that real life mistress. And I do hope you leave your dick and sanity at the door when I’m done with you! I have murder phone sex fantasies of killing and destroying you inch by inch! 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesDo you have murder phone sex fantasies?  I hope so. I am full of them. People think I am full of rage if I want to kill so many people. Not at all. I just like killing. I do not kill folks I hate or have beef with because that is a trail that leads back to me. I have gotten revenge, but it has been years later and usually done by an accomplice. I like to trade murders. That is where I kill someone who I have no affiliation with for you. And you return the favor. This has long been movie plots, LOL, but it is my way of taking out the trash from my life safely. I am smart and I am patient. That is how I never get caught. Crimes of passion are almost always solved. I met Mark online in a dark net chat room. He had a problem he needed fix. He was looking for a gun for hire to take care of his wife who was milking his millions away in an expensive divorce. He would be suspect number one if he did not have an airtight alibi for the night of her murder. It took me awhile to stalk her and kill her, but that was two years ago. I went to Miami to kill her while he was in Phoenix. I made it look like a robbery gone bad. I told him one day I would need a favor and he could not refuse. I did his murder for hire for free because I knew a day would come when I had a problem that I needed taken care of too. My problem was a former teacher in high school who tried to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me when I was young. He did not count on me being smarter than him at that age. Even though he was never able to fuck me, I told him one day my revenge would come when he least expected it. I waited almost 20 years for my revenge, and I used Mark to do it. I really wanted to be the one, but it could have come back on me. I thought Mark might balk at it but when I told him the why, he was glad to help. He even castrated the bastard for me. That was his touch. Sexual mutilation is always a female suspect in the eyes of cops, but I would be in the clear. So far no one has come asking questions. Mark and I got away with murder. I will always get away with murder because I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch. 

Killer Phone Sex Electrocution

killer phone sexIt is no secret that I love killer phone sex. It is in my genes. My grandpa ran a prison. He was responsible for 253 executions in his prison over the 20 years he ran it. I have his electric chair. I use it mainly for castration, but every now and then, I hook up the currents so I can kill a loser. I fired the chair up last night for a special guest. My grandpa told me all about how to prepare a subject for the electric chair and how to operate it. There are many things the public does not know about death by electrocution. First, the death row inmate is bathed and completely shaved. That includes the hair on his head and body. I prepare my personal death row inmate for electrocution by shaving every ounce of hair off his body. That includes his nut sack, ass crack and pubes. Electrocuted bodies are messy. My grandpa said to put a butt plug in the inmate’s ass, so he does not shit all over the place. Once my loser was shaved and cleaned, I put him in the chair with the butt plug in. I then slipped a catheter in his pee hole to prevent him from pissing everywhere. I put a leather strap in his mouth, so he did not bite his tongue off with the first electrical current. I strapped his head, chest, wrist, and ankles to the chair, so that his body would not levitate off the chair. I did not have the standard volts to course through his veins, but that did not matter. This was a snuff porn, not a federal execution. I do not have to adhere to the rule of no cruel and unusual punishment. I live for cruel and unusual punishment. So, I made the electrocution last for a harrowing 20 minutes instead of the industry standard of 30 seconds. The smell of burning flesh and the look on a man’s face as his brain is frying, is foreplay for me. I can still smell burnt flesh in my house. Helps me relive my special late-night kill over and over.

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Do you want some hot, taboo phone sex, you are at the right place. Let me show you how dark I can be now, but I have a boyfriend who loves to dominate me. I am good with schedules and tasks, and I love being told what to do. Whenever he tells me to do something, I never hesitate because there will be consequences that will be very brutal if I do. I’m willing to indoor all the blasphemy torture.

I grew up in a Catholic school and would never miss Sunday services. When I started to date my boyfriend, I didn’t know he was a Satan worshiper. The odd thing is that he lives across the street from a giant cathedral. That is where he ended up spotting me, and now that he has me, he will never let me go because I am fucked doll.
The pleasure he goes from turning me to his a little blasphemous slut is the best feeling ever he loves to nut to be worshiping him.

Gangbang Rape Porn to Score Coke

gangbang rape pornI auditioned for a gangbang rape porn. I was desperate for money. A blizzard cut off the supply for my normal dealers. I had to go downtown to the seedy part of town and hustle. I was giving blowjobs for $25 to gross men. That was how desperate I was. A woman hooking on the corner told me where to go to make serious bank. I asked her why she had not done it. She told me she was not right for the casting director because he was looking for mommy types. She was barely legal if that. I thanked her for the tip and went to the warehouse where she told me the auditions were taking place. I signed in, filled out an application and waited my turn. My desperate need for coke has led me down some dark paths before. This place looked legit. I should have known better. Nothing good ever happens to women in the seedy part of town late at night. When I am jonesing for a fix, common sense goes out the door. I went in when they called my name, and instantly felt afraid. The guys interviewing me looked at me like I was the golden ticket to some high winning lottery. I got the part, but ten minutes into filming, I wished I had not gotten the part. The men ganged up on me. Violently started pulling my clothes off and shoving fingers in any hole they could. No lube was used. I guess I should feel grateful that they at least spit on my asshole and cunt before shoving their bare cocks inside me. I guess I have endured worse, but they gaped my holes, even prolapsed them. Parts of my insides were hanging on the outside. Between my legs looked like a bloody massacre. I hobbled out the door. I hobbled out the door and down to the alley and scored some blow. I was gonna need it for the pain.

Broken Hearted Bitch

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One of my girlfriends fucked up recently and broke my poor little heart, so I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

I caught her trying to fuck the new boy I’d pinned my eyes own down at the campus. She knew damn well I wanted to snatch his sweet virginity (so I could sacrifice him, of course!) but when I caught her in the car, I was going to take a tooth for a tooth, if you know what I mean.

As I stood before her laughing, the blood pouring down my hands, down my wrists and up my arms, she screamed. I showed her the thing in my hand, her eyeball that I’d plucked from her pretty little head and turned into jelly by crushing it in my palm. “An eye for an eye, bitch.” I sniggered as she screamed.

I grabbed her car keys, the same one I’d caught her fucking my little boy toy in, and I stabbed them through her sternum and into her heart. I slowly used that dull key blade to painfully rip her chest open wide enough, and then used those keys to cut her heart from her chest. Her last breath, she stared at me. “Heart breaker, love taker, don’t you mess around with me.” I said as I bit into her still-beating heart!

Bloody Phone Sex

Skilled at Snuff Phone Sex

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Snuff phone sex is to die for with me. See what I did there. I may be a dark bitch, but I have a sense of humor. I enjoy life. I just enjoy it differently than most people. Where many girls my age live for social media and dating, I live for killing. I enjoy snuff. And not fantasies. The real thing. I have been killing since I was in high school. Once you get a taste for killing, you keep on killing. My first kill was orchestrated by my grandpa. I miss him. He died about 10 years ago. I like to think he would be proud of me. I had a mean girl in high school. Not that I cared what barbie dolls thought of me. It was more that this girl was relentless. And she drained my energy. She had to go. My grandpa knew she made life hard for me, and he wanted to help me kill her in a way that I would not get caught. He also taught me the two birds, one stone philosophy. I had a guy I needed taken care of too. He spread false rumors about us fucking because I rejected him. He was a loser. I was not fucking him. My uncle was savvy in all things, including computer hacking and murder. We hacked both the mean girl and the tool’s computers to make it look like they were once a thing that ended badly. Rule number one in a murder, is framing some one for your crime. And rule number two is to make sure you establish motive for your patsy. I snuck in my mean girl’s bedroom late one night and stabbed her to death. It was a blood fest. I sexually mutilated her too. That would make it look like my tool did it because sexual mutilation is often a crime of passion. My grandpa was so wise. He instilled in me not only a love for crime, but the skills to be a criminal and get away with it. My tool was arrested for my mean girl’s murder and tried as an adult. He was sentence to life in prison and all his appeals were denied. It was a crime that shook my community because the mean girl was a beloved cheerleader and the crime itself was horrific. I have gotten away with snuff sex hundreds of times since. Now, I am passing on my killer skills to men like you. Who can I help you snuff?