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Bloody Phone Sex Halloween

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fun is in order for Halloween. At the stroke of midnight, I packed up my knife collection and went hunting for little ghosts and goblins. I got lucky that a house in the next country was having a party. There were adults and littles ones dressed up. I was the party crasher. Dressed like Michael Myers, I stormed in the house with my hands armed with big butcher knifes. I move faster than Michael Myers. I started slashing away at flesh. Old flesh and tender flesh. The younger ones bleed faster and their blood smells sweeter. Bodies were hitting the floor fast. Blood was pooling round my feet. The smell of fear and death is intoxicating to me. I tortured women in front of their husbands. I dismembered little ones in front of their parents.  I fed the family dogs a nice steak to keep them away. I am not a total psychopath. I didn’t harm the pets. It is humans I find annoying, not animals. It was hard to believe that one short bitch could kill 12 people so easily. It’s all in the element of surprise. They were not thinking they would be slaughtered like snuff porn stars in their own home. They were likely intoxicated too which would have slowed their reactions. Sure, I was channeling all my bad ass serial killer energy, but it was super easy to slaughter a group of folks at a time. Normally, I am a spree killer versus a mass killer. A kill multiple folks over the course of a night instead of a group of people at once. I have a taste for it now. I left no DNA. In costume, I blended in with the other party goers in town. I woke up this morning, turned on the news and heard about a mass slaying in a house thought to be drug related. I started masturbating knowing no one will ever link me to this random mass murder in a suburban home on Halloween night.

Halloween Snuff Fucking

Snuff sex There is a slamming Halloween party going on at the club tonight. I am going as a stupid slut raver punk chick. I am looking like I do every Halloween for a guy with some balls to give me the ultimate fucking orgasm by snuffing the life right out of me. I look for the guy in the fucked up costume. A serial killer, or a vampire maybe. You know something dark and frightening. Those are the men I target at parties they have sadistic sides to them. And every one of them needs a pain slut to release those fetishes on. When I spot my target I make my way over to them and rub my body right up against them. I see no sense in beating around the bush I come straight out with the fact that I want to get fucked up and fucked. And none of this pg-rated bullshit I want hardcore triple X brutal fucking. Take control of my trashy body and beat me within an inch of my life before stopping to fuck my holes raw making me bleed. And right before they are about to burst their nut I want them to snuff my life out. If I am lucky skank it will be a painful agonizing slow death.

Snuff Sex Betrayal

snuff sexSnuff sex is what I deserve. It is all I get. No man looks at me and wants to make me his wife or his girlfriend. I scream blonde bimbo to men. I represent the type of woman who has scorned them, rejected them, cheated on them… But unlike other women, I am submissive. I wouldn’t cheat on a man. I would give him everything I have and more. When I met Danny a few weeks ago, I had no idea I would end up bound, gagged and battered on his basement floor. Danny had me all wrong. He thought I was a high class girl, maybe even a spoiled rich bitch. He assumed the reason I didn’t go out with him was because I thought he was beneath me. The reason I rejected his date offer was because I am owned by someone. Some one who would dismember me and keep me locked in a cage under the bed for even kissing another man. When I was hit over the head last night going to my car, I assumed it was my owner and I had made some small infraction he took personally.  When I woke back up, I discovered it was a jilted man seeking revenge. He had me tied to a support beam. I was black and blue from the beating he gave me. I saw the blow torch and pissed myself. I pleaded and begged for my life. I tried explaining  that I was more like a snuff porn start than a gfe type. All he could see was a woman who rejected him. He branded his name into my flesh with his name. He burned my flesh off and when it scabs over, his name will be forever etched on my body. He didn’t kill me, but he sealed my fate. When master sees another man’s name on my body, he will certainly kill me for my betrayal.

Snuff Porn Fantasies

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I’m not gonna lie, the thought of being in a snuff movie really scares me but my owner says I must so I guess that is how I am going to die. He has it all planned out, down to the last detail. I have to wear these little pink panties and a short nightie with my hair up in pigtails. He wants me to look really young and innocent even tho I have been used by like so many men before. That’s why he wants to kill me, he says that I’m all used up and no one likes a used up whore like me so he might as well kill me. He’s gonna let all kinds of men use me, he told me that he would let them fuck me to death! There is going to be an endless line of men just waiting to use and abuse me and I just don’t know how I am going to be able to handle it! I have no choice tho, all I am is a dirty little whore and I deserve to die if that will make my owner happy. After all, isn’t that why I exist in the first place?

Cannibalism: An Intoxicating Feast

She was a real juicy specimen that just wondered into my favorite hangout and on the best night possible for such a plump one. It’s the night of our annual gathering where we bring in about three plump and delicious sides of fresh flesh to get skewered. Well, we get them intoxicated and have some fun tenderizing the flesh or prey as it may be. We make sure they are marinated well inside before we toss them in a pot of warm brine and use a baster to really clean them out, and inject them with some nice dry white wine.

Once the prey has been penetrated and fucked by every member of the gang and fucked good is when all of the above preparations happen. We then impale them from ass to mouth with a long seasoned roasting stick that will be used to carry them to the fire. Positioned over the open flame we all start to oil the meaty breasts and asses up and let the flames lick away at their scrumptious flesh. The smell of their flesh cooking is beautiful and we continue to baste them with oils and seasonings until they meet our desired doneness. We really get into chopping the heads off and digging into the brain for a wonderful delicacy. Limb by limb the appetizer is served up. Let’s have a feast!

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Feeding The Trees

 

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Everything thrives off the death of something else.  Death is a necessary part of life.  Even vegans kill things, but veggies do not have a face, so they eat them, I hate to tell them this, but killing is killing.  However, you can make killing fun.  It doesn’t have to be a fucking somber time.  The lead up is sometimes more satisfying than the act it’s self.  All that planning, the stalking, making sure you have the right equipment, finding a place to play, then to dispose of the lifeless fuck-rag. All of it gets my cunt wet just thinking about it.

Having a place to take the prey is critical.  Spare of the moment shit always backfires, that is how people get caught.  Nothing is worth rushing over.  Taking time is what makes the experience worthwhile.  Instilling fear is the first thing, the unfamiliar, the brutality administered over a long time, erratic in it’s timing. It throws them off, making them on constant alert, it is exhausting for them.  Placing them in a place with no outside light, no outside sound, no way of knowing time, that will break anyone.

Once you get them at that point, right at the tipping point, you bring them back.  Showing care, kindness, regret, you gain their trust, then you start all over again.  The emotional as well as the physical pain is a must.  Make it last, days, weeks, months, but never ever hold onto them longer than that. The day arrives where you simply must do away with them.  They become tiresome after a while, and you will crave something new.  They are bruised, even fucking them has lost it’s fun because they just slip away into themselves.  What fun is that?  No screaming, no crying, no protesting, just dead weight. 

One piece at a time you take from them.  Keeping them alive by cauterizing wounds and cuts.  You bury those chucks of your prey deep, no animal will find them, no people will stumble across them, the only thing that knows that those juicy piece of flesh are there are the trees, and they are grateful for the nourishment.

Do Tread On Her

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Upscale society bitches really piss me off to no end.  I abhor every damn thing about them.  It isn’t the fact that they have money, it is the fact that they are so damn idiotic.  That much stupidity packed into such a small space is mind boggling. I don’t care if they have companies, I don’t care if they are a CEO, bitches with that much money have no idea how the real world works, even if they came from dirt poor families, they forget.  Most of these flesh puppets never even have to work, they are born into a world where nothing matters to them but themselves.  Not that I give a shit for others either, but it is different with them.

If I could, I would take one of those cunts to a secluded place, and keep them there.  Every day I would do something a little more violent, although to them breaking a fucking nail would be the worst possible thing that could ever happen.  I can just imagine me standing over them, them begging, pleading, offering me money, blah blah blah.  I don’t need that shit, I can make my own money.  Me spitting into their face then taking a nice long piss into their mouth, before kicking them in their head to make them shut the fuck up.  

After a very long time of playing with them, starving them, violating every orifice I could with what ever I could find, leaving pretty bruises all over their once flawless skin, I would begin the life ending act.  Would I use a knife? No.  Would I hang them from meat hooks before gutting them? No.  What I would do is stomp them to death.  I would start at the very bottom.  Break those toes beneath the weight of my foot, crack the knee, watch the patella  disintegrate before my eyes while they scream in pain.  I am pretty sure the little shit would pass out at this point, so I would drink, watch some netflix, and wait until they regain consciousness, then get back to it.  

I know that by the time I reach their sternum that they will have figured out that I was working my way up their useless body and that they would soon be just some floppy dead cunt tossed into a lake somewhere. I might even prolong the agony.  I usually don’t like begging, I hate it actually, but to hear them beg for their shallow lives right before I crush their skull in could actually be fun.  Then after they were crushed, broken, bruised and of course dead, I just might have to take some time to play with my magnificent pussy a few times before dumping them like the true pieces of trash they are.

A Kiss Goodbye

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Those lips, those pouty, full, perfect lips.  Soft, warm, untouched, parted ever so slightly.  This isn’t a princess in some fairy tale, this is prey in a nightmare of our making.  I run my fingers lightly from the ankles up the leg to the shattered pelvis, up the small incisions in the stomach placed there to induce a scream or two.  There were more than usual since she decided to try to be brave, keep it all in, the pain, the fear, show us that she couldn’t be broken so that we might give up.  That never happens though, we always finish.

My hand moves up across those barely there breasts watching as her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath.  They are tender to the touch, she flinches back slightly, she has no fight left, no energy, no hope.  I watch as bruises start to form, turning from red to that lovely deep color as the blood pools below the skin.  Traveling up her clavicle, broken, fractured as a matter of fact. I study the sheer white of the bone protruding from the skin, jagged.  Up to the nape of the neck, already yellowing bruises forming from fingers pressed tightly into her flesh.

Then up to that mouth.  I brush my thumb over it.  Thinking back to how it looked slipping up and down your hard cock.  Her cries being stopped from the manic thrusts which press your throbbing head into her throat time and again.  I stand at the top of the table by her head.  Looking down at her I notice that her eyes loose focus,  she knows what is coming, she is trying to slip away into her safe place to pretend this isn’t really happening. Oh, but it is.

The table wobbles slightly under your weight as you spread her legs to make room for you.  I toss you the ropes that have been previously tied to the legs of the table, you wrap each one around her thighs, tossing the unused portion back to me so that I can secure it to the legs as well.  The rope digs in, I can see her skin being pinched, the lower part of her legs turning pink, then red.  The circulation is being cut off, she moans, her eyes go blank, one single tear trails down from the corner of her right eye to splash on the table.

You rub your dick over her swollen cunt, sore, red, raw.  You press in, another moan from her, you start to move, more tears, her eyes begin to focus on my face.  I can see the pleading in them, yet those lips do not move to protest, more tears, she knows it will be better for her soon, she will be helped so that she can slip away, but not yet, you aren’t done but you are close.  I lower my head down as your noises become more guttural, the table legs slightly scraping on the floor, filling the almost empty room with bangs as you pump into her.  I put my lips close to her ear, waiting for you to cum, I whisper “Goodbye fuck rag” just as you release your hot sticky jizz deep into her. I then place one last kiss upon her lips so I can taste her last scream as you finish her off.

Snuff Porn in a Haunted Corn Maze

snuff pornI was in the mood to make a homemade snuff porn last night. I just needed the right victim. I was feeling like a killing a hot teen slut last night. Friday night haunted house got real for one little bitch. I have a seasonal gig in a haunted corn maze. It is in the country. It is three miles long and very dark. I work with other “actors,” but I kill for real. No one would think one of the “actors” went rouge. When some one dies in a haunted attraction, it is blamed on one of the visitors. A stalker, an angry ex, or just some Michael Myers wannabe. I had a camera on my miner’s hat to capture the fear. I just used a real axe instead of my fake one.  I substituted the blade for a different one so when I was questioned, my fake axe would not match. I stuffed the blade in the back pack of a dick boy before my victim was even discovered. I watched in joy as visitors thought she was just a prop. She never saw it coming. She was lagging behind her girls because she was flirting with all the male workers. Cock tease. She thought she smarter than the girls working the corn maze. She taunted me, so it was easy to put an axe to her head. She must have been on something because she kept mocking me as blood poured out of her head. When she realized it wasn’t fake blood, she freaked out. Started staggering through the corn maze, but folks thought she was an actor. I guess her friends left her thinking she hooked up with a guy. She wasn’t discovered until the lights came on and the night was over. Hours after I snuffed her. I was questioned, as was everyone working there, but since we have no record of everyone who came through the maze last night, I suspect her death will remain unsolved. I have a wonderful snuff sex video of her gruesome death. I may be out of a job since the maze was shut down by the police as a crime scene, but the month is still young. I can find more victims anywhere I want.

Green Eyed Monster

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“Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive.” ~ Havelock Ellis

I very much enjoy seeing jealous feelings in others.  I myself do not get jealous, there is nothing for me to be jealous of, I don’t like people enough to be jealous of them.  However, when that ‘green eyed monster’ rears it’s head in others, oh, how spectacular it can be.  Watching as people spiral down, seeing the depression set in, the obsession, the crazy, the whole delicious thing.  Granted, not all people fall all the way, but there is always that one, that one that goes above and beyond all others.  How is it that you can supposedly love someone so much that you kill them because they no longer love you? That is fucking hilarious!

Knowing that right now there are men and women out there who are plotting the death of someone that they state they love so much that they can’t be without them.  I’m crazy, I admit that, but those that I am speaking of are in a league all their own.  Perhaps I don’t understand it because I don’t love.  Let me rephrase that, I do not love people, I have never loved anyone, never will.  I think I am incapable of it which is fine.  I am not missing anything.  If I want to get fucked I go and get fucked, but other than that I really don’t want to be with someone day in and day out.  That would be horrid. Anyway, let us get back to it.

The best part of this whole jealousy thing is, that only one of the two know what is going to happen.  There is the jealous one, and the one who has moved on.  Can you imagine how shocked they will be when they find themselves in danger? Maybe it will be a simple gun shot right to the head.  Or perhaps some torture will be involved, dismemberment, evisceration, skinning, and so on and so forth. All because the person you loved, no longer loves you. Just once, I would really like to take part in one of these killings.  I wouldn’t want to get involved, but I sure as hell would want to watch. I want to see that dragon take it’s victim by the throat and bite down.

By the way, killing someone with a gun is a pussy move.  If you are going to kill someone, put some flair into it for christ sake.  It might be the only chance you ever have of taking a life, so make it your opus.