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Killing Lust: The Hunt

Home Invasion Phone Sex

The dark urge struck me the other night as it does when I can’t keep the boredom at bay. With only one corpse on hand at work, and just a boring one at that it was bound to happen. I stared at my utensils for what felt like hours imagining myself taking the tools and cutting them into flesh. Warm fresh flesh, where the blood flows freely and doesn’t dribble out slowly like black goo. I want the warm rich red liquid that replenishes itself as much as it can. Unable to shake the image, I started thinking of the woman I met at the last wake held upstairs. Runs a rug cleaning business out of her home, and it just so happens she gave me her business card. 

Seems like a silly thing to openly put your address on a business card, but it’s also in poor taste to be self-promoting at someone’s wake. Two mistakes she will be regretting very soon. As I turned off my cell and pulled out a local map. I’m not a rookie, I know not to leave a technology trail even if it means taking a few extra steps. I mapped out a route to her house, finished up my work for the evening, and set the course. Parking in the dark shade of trees in a good line of vision to watch her place. Observing her behaviors, and much to my delight confirmed my suspicions that she does live alone. I will keep watch on and off at night, this is not something I ever rush. But I do assure you by this time next week, she will be dead. *Grins*

Snuff Porn Saturday Nights with a Sadistic Bitch

snuff pornSaturday nights are for snuff porn. Well, with me, any night is. I will kill anyone any night of the week. But Saturday nights are prime hunting nights. Now that colleges are back in session, you can count on some annoying drunk coeds to piss me off enough that I must kill them. It is really community service when you think about it. I hate cock teases and there are no better cock teases than coeds. I was not in the mood to be fucked with last night. But this one blonde sorority cunt was all up in my face in a Goth bar. She did not belong. She was drunk and stumbled in trying to get guys to buy her booze. She was being a drunk bitch and the guys in the club were not into sorority girls. She assumed I was gay and was like you can buy me drinks and I will let you eat my pussy. Nope. I was not having anything to do with her and it was pissing her off. When she got in my face and told me I should be so lucky to eat her pussy, I had killer phone sex impulses right then. I kept my shit together until closing time. I followed her drunk ass until she stumbled into the park trying to cut through to the nearby campus was my guess. I had my knife with me because I always have it with me. I could make it look like a sexual assault or a robbery. I shanked the bitch. I made it quick because I did not plan this one out well enough to torture her for hours. I stabbed her in the right place to kill her with a slow bleed out. She fell to the ground paralyzed from the pain and bled out. I took her purse to make it look like a robbery. It was all over the news this morning, but it will just be another random act of violence to go unsolved. Nothing random about snuff sex for me. I kill the bitches who deserve to die.

I’m Afraid Of What Daddy Will Do Next!

Killer Phone SexI’m starting to worry about daddy’s violent fits of anger, I get so wet when I know he is going to force fuck me but I’m scared it will end with me getting snuffed! Daddy abuses me so often now I’ve actually started to enjoy the pain; daddy only hurts me harder when he knows I like it. I’m his perfect victim because I used to trust him so much, he was the best daddy in the world until I grew up and I tempted him with my hot little body and tight fuck holes. As soon as daddy fucked me and broke my nose everything changed, good daddy disappeared and became so dark and evil. All daddy cares about now is fucking my holes hard, making me pay for tempting him and making him a pervert for my young wet pussy.

So Sick Of Suffocation

Suffocation phone sex

 

I’ve got a couple of clients who love choking bitches out with a breathtaking round of suffocation phone sex, so I did what I do best and kidnapped some dumb cunt so they could have a little fun and I could make a little coin.  This shit’s getting too easy, I’m going to have to find a challenge for myself soon or else I’m going to go ballistic.  They love it, I mean just look at them.  They’re going at her like she’s the last steak on the buffet, but I’m just feeling pretty blah about it.

Yeah, sure the money’s great in snatching up a slut and selling strangle sessions to all of the sick and sadistic sex addicts that run in my circles, but it’s just getting to be so simple that it’s kind of boring me, now.  Stalk and creep on a fine fuck pig, hogtie her and throw her in the van, unload her dumb ass and dump her in my dungeon, call the crew, take their cash and let them get at it.

Of course I keep an eye on things while I go at my gash, but the thrill isn’t the same for me anymore.  Like watching a porn too many times, seeing a couple of hooded hornballs strangle and suffocate some random slut just isn’t doing it for my lady boner, these days.  I don’t know, I think I need to crank it up a notch.  Yeah, I’m going to have to just go in there and take things into my own hands.  I’m not giving any refunds, though.  Fuck that.

Am I going soft?  Do I actually feel bad for the bitch?  They cut off all her air, she doesn’t even know that dude’s big donkey dick is inside of her or see the other guy jerking off in her hair.  I don’t feel bad, she got herself into this position by not being careful.  I don’t feel anything.  Except for boredom.  The only thing that’ll get rid of this feeling is a bloodbath.  I just so happen to have three meat pumps ready to give me exactly what I need.  Like I said, no refunds.

 

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Require a Skilled Accomplice

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies run deep. I have always had homicidal urges, but I have never been able to control my urges. Luckily for me, I am a good planner. I know how to avoid getting caught. I can separate emotion from my need to kill. Most of my callers have not honed their urges yet and that is what will get them in trouble. You want to kill a young girl or anyone for that matter? You need me to tell you how to get away with murder. You need a stealth and patient accomplice. I have ice in my veins because I feel zero sympathy for any victim. We can be a victim, or we can be steely bitch like me. The choice is ours.  I have a new client with rape phone sex fantasies for super young girls. He told me he was not a killer though. It is easy to fool yourself like that. But if your need to fuck a tender age brat is that strong, then you can kill too. It becomes a matter of preservation. You cannot fuck a young piece of meat and expect her not to talk. I mean you cannot have taboo fun and leave any evidence. For the men who still cannot kill after my little self-preservation speech, I make them a deal. They pay me for the clean-up. They have their fun, and I keep them out of prison.

John paid me top dollar to clean up his mess this weekend. He acted on impulse with out consulting me. He drugged his daughter’s bestie and fucked her in his home destroying her pussy. No way she was not going to notice the blood bath between her legs and feel the pain. I had to charge him a much higher rate since I was not able to help him plan his perfect teen rape porn scenario. He paid me well and without complaint. I am worth it though. That little bitch was disposed of and all traces of her being in his house erased. I am sure he is still nervous, but I am a good cleaner. He got to have his fun and he will avoid prison if he never pisses me off. I own him for life now.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Bloody Fantasies

Evil Phone Sex Sin

You have been such a naughty man, punishing those little sluts without me using all my chains and knives like you own them. Now it’s my turn to torture you, how I love watching you moan and groan- I have yet to make you scream. Oh darling I know you don’t understand how I have strapped you up with those arms so tight above your head and that heavy weight holding your hard cock down. But it’s satisfying to me knowing you can’t get yourself out ahahah! Placing those hooks deep into the skin of your thighs so I can tug and lift your legs as I please getting ready to rape you with this big black cock strap on makes me so fucking excited. I know that weight pulling on your hard cock as you get lifted in the air is going to make those balls feel like they are getting torn off and that’s exactly what I need babe. I want to rip your cock clean off while the rest of your skin gets peeled and that ass gets stretched out as you beg for fucking mercy.

torture sex and no regrets

torture sex

Slice me up and have all the torture sex you’d like with me. I know you like it bloody it makes your cock all hard. when you see me in pain. Who knew that I covered in blood is what you want from me? The only way you will ever want to fuck me or any girl is if they are being hurt.

There’s nothing your cock enjoys more than the sight of blood. Now I know why you would always beg for some bloody period raw sex. Why you would go crazy on my cycle never made sense to me. All along, you were some vampire fiening for my blood and wanting to hurt me for hours till I had no sign of a pulse.

The Rise And Fall Of Dawn

Accomplice phone sex

 

Sure, accomplice phone sex sounds great, but the one time I tried to take on a trainee and make a twisted little mentee in my image, it went horribly wrong!  I thought I could create a cute and cum thirsty killer just like me, but, boy, was I wrong.

I was on the prowl one night when I came upon a big piece of property with a small little house on it and an old shed tucked way out in the back forty.  I lurked in the shadows and crossed along the perimeter of the land until I reached the out building, where I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside.  I quietly dashed over to the door and slowly slid it open to find it was a makeshift bedroom obviously set up for abuse and torture.  The target of all of that pain was laying shackled to a bed with big, greasy fuck pig on top of her, rough humping and pushing her face hard into the mattress.

The flashbacks to my past were staggering but fueled my instantaneous rage.  I jumped on that jackass like a jungle cat and started stabbing him in the neck over and over again until he gurgled and spurted and collapsed on top of the captive girl.  I pushed him off of her, unlocked her blood-slick shackles and quickly absconded with her into the darkness.

Of course I felt bad for her so I took her under my wing and brought her into my lethal life of sex, drugs and severe sadism.  I even told her to pick a new name for her new life, just like I did, and, after a little deliberation, she went with “Dawn.”  She was into all of it, didn’t even freak out in any of the weird rooms in my house of horrors!  Dawn took to kidnapping, torture and using whatever lousy fuck she wanted to please her pretty little pussy with no problem.  She took to her new life with vigor and extreme violence.  And that was kind of the problem.  She was a little too into it and way too into me.

Sure, we were lovers, we did a lot of fucking together.  That wasn’t the issue.  She didn’t just want to be with me, she wanted to BE me.  We would plan a simple stalking or subway throat slashing and then Dawn would go off on her own and do it before our agreed upon scheduled time.  Also, every festering little fuck pig we brought home she would take control of the situation and have all of the fun with them herself.  Like she would edge me out of the situation and cut all of the juiciest spots or fuck all of the biggest cocks herself and try to just leave me with some sliced up and bloodied bodies and a bunch of limp dicks!  I was not having it.

The fuck straw that broke the killer camel’s back was when I found her in my bed wearing my lingerie and fucking the corpse of a guy I actually liked.  He didn’t deserve that, he was one of the good ones.  But, in true Jennifer Jason Leigh style, she didn’t like that he and I had any sort of friendly connection for one reason or another so she put a stop to it.  So I put a stop to her.

Sometimes you can’t get close enough to a person, either to have a real connection with them or to simply kill them.  So, when you’ve failed to successfully assimilate them into your lurid life and if you don’t want to risk what they might do to you if they manage to get their hands on you, in that case of having absolutely, positively no other choice at all, I bring out my .45 ACP.  I might not have been able to trust the crazy cunt I created, but I can always trust my Colt.  

Poor Dawn didn’t have a chance.  Truthfully, I should’ve known better.  Sure, we started out the same, but Willow was created and crafted by the dark, but Dawn was created by Willow.  Kind of like a copy of a copy.  I’m an imperfect being, nothing I do will ever be perfect.  But I guarantee you I’ll never try to teach an abused bitch how to be me, ever again.