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Bloody phone sex for a cheating whore wife

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The swish of the knife caught her by surprise. Her eyes widened as I nicked her jugular in bloody phone sex fashion. Her hand went to her neck as she tried to stop the squirt of her lifeblood. I hadn’t cut it deeply so it would take a little time for her to bleed out. You stepped out of the corner and watched. “Die, you cheating whore.”  Your hand was on your cock, stroking your erect meat. I’d been torturing this bitch for several hours, just as you’d asked me to.

You looked at your cheating wife. Her lips were busted, her eyes blackened. I had enjoyed beating her tremendously. I’m a killer but I have high morals and cheats and liars must die. This was going to be fun. “I found out that you were fucking my best friend. How could you do that? Don’t you know that you just killed him?” You yanked open the closet door and pulled your former friend out by the hair. “How could you? Did his cock taste good?” You reached over with the scalpel and cut off his shriveled and dangly jewels. He screamed as the blood exploded.

I loved how her eyes bulged out of her head as you stuffed the severed organ down her throat. “Choke on it, cunt.” Her heels drummed the table as you yanked her legs apart.  You grabbed my razor edged dildo and began to fuck your  wife’s filthy whore pussy, shredding her insides. The blood poured onto the floor. I caught a drop and licked it off my finger.

I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me while she dies.” I begged. You leaned me right over her body and slammed your fuck root deep into me. Just as I felt you throb deep in my belly, I reached over and slashed her neck. The blood spewed along with your cum.

Bring me your lying sluts and cheating whores and together we will rid the world of them.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex – Nightmare

Mutilation phone sexThey found me on the streets, wandering and exploring like I do, and offered me money to help them out with something. They blindfolded me, and carted me off in their car. When we got where we were going, I was led inside still blinded. When they finally took that strip of cloth off, I was in a dimly lit room with a spot light in the center focused on a man tied down naked to a table. He was looking expectantly at me, and I could see he had a raging hard-on already. I was asked to strip and climb on top of him and let him eat my cunt while they worked his cock out some more. I figured out that they’d been edging him, and wanted to torment him a bit more before they let him get off, so I went with it. I rode his face, and caught a couple of orgasms myself. Then, just as I was catching my third orgasm, I saw a flash. Suddenly, where his cock and balls had been was just gushing blood, and a gaping hole. His screams were almost instant, and I was scrambling to get off him as fast as I could, hardly able to breathe for having seen that. I begged to be dreaming, but the nightmare wouldn’t end.

Skinned Alive

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I met a man online, and although I knew it was dangerous, I went to meet up with him when he invited me to his cottage in the forest. I drove through a lot of wilderness to get there, and when I arrived, I cursed myself for falling for his innocent way of making this sound like a cozy cottage, when really, this was clearly a cabin in the woods. A perfect murder scene. Despite my better judgement, I went inside anyway. He offered me a seat, then went to get me a drink. My back was to the kitchen, and when he came back, he hit me over the head with something heavy, knocking me out cold. When I woke up, I was in some sort of hunting shed, strapped down. He was standing over me, holding a long knife. He began to peel my skin from my flesh, starting down on my legs. Screaming, I thought I might pass out from the pain. There was so much blood dripping down, but not enough to kill me. I would be alive for every moment of the torture. He laughed maniacally as he stripped each section of my skin. Peeling off the skin from my tits seemed to be his favorite. He carefully outlined each breast and nipple before pulling them apart. At the end, when all my skin had been removed, he climbed onto the table with his throbbing cock in his hand. Barely conscious, I whimpered as he raped my skinless pussy. My flesh squished with each thrust. He drove the knife hilt-deep into my chest as he came, snuffing out the tiny spark of life that still remained in my mutilated flesh.

Snuff Porn Mother’s Day

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday took on new meaning yesterday. All the mothers and their little ones celebrating Mother’s Day made me quite murderous. I would see these Norman Rockwell mother and off spring images about town that hid their reality. I followed this one mother and daughter for the better part of the day. They started at church, then went to lunch, then shopped at the mall before returning home. When they knew folks were looking, they played the perfect mother and daughter parts. When they thought no eyes were on them, they revealed something less than perfect. The girl was a spoiled brat. Complained about everything. She berated and humiliated her mother. The girl needed the self-entitlement fucked out of her as well as cut out of her. I knew the perfect accomplice. A friend of mine with a fondness for teen whores. We have a good partnership. He fucks them; I kill them. He likes young teen girls the best. They put up a fight and they are tight, according to him. I looked at it as a mercy killing. If I ever spoke like that to my mother, I would have been backhanded into the 1950s. Young ones have no respect these days. If going to get rid of them, might as well get some pleasure out of it, right? Drew lured the cock tease away from her own front porch. I’m sure mommy was inside lamenting her devil’s spawn with a big bottle of alcohol. Once back at my place, I watched him force fuck her for hours. She did put up a fight, but he liked it. Once her tight teen holes were bloody and ruined, I came in for the kill. Literally the kill. I dared her to talk smack to dominant woman. Brazen slut did, so I cut out her tongue and shoved it up her prolapsed ass. I played a series of cat and mouse games that mutilated her once pretty body before I stabbed her in the heart. Dumped her in an empty grave and got wet when I got the Amber Alert. Silly mother. I gave her the best Mother’s Day present ever and she had to report her bitch girl missing. I think she needs offed next. Want to help?

Spring Castration Phone Sex Services

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is hot this week. As I write this blog, I have already had 22 calls this week for junk removal services. I know what it is about too. Spring is in the air. That means lots of young teen girls, even younger too, are running around in little short shorts and tank tops. They are cock teasing men. There are a few reactions men get for those jailbait pussies. Some men know they have what a cock tease needs. They are real men who man up and put a little whore in her place. Where is a teen whore’s place? On her knees or on her back taking care of the cock she teased. Now, guys who call me for castration services, know that if they showed their worthless nub to a hot teen slut, she would laugh. Those little cock teasing sluts want a real man. They don’t know it yet, but they are waiting for a real man to force fuck them. They don’t want some girly man with a clit stick. No girl wants that. Guys who lack the equipment to satisfy even the youngest of girls, need my castration services. They need to make the urge go away for young flesh. If you have a pinky dick and you want hot girls, you will be publicly humiliated and shamed for your short comings. Get castrated now before Summer is in full swing. Let my real men callers have the rape phone sex fantasies of those cock teasing little girls. I will be their accomplice. With you, however, I will be your mistress specializing in your junk removal. Consider it public service. I am taking away your worthless balls so you won’t be tempted to force fuck some hot young thing way out of your league. I must preserve that hot meat for men with real dicks.

Wrong Car

Sadistic phone sexI need to make $100 more before I can go home. I’ve fucked so many different men today I lost count. Every time I get in the car with a john I’m putting my life in their hands. It starts to rain but I keep walking, and then you pull up beside me. You look friendly like the average family man, so I get in your car. I sit in the passenger seat and the doors lock, that’s when I notice the knife. You’ve rigged the door on my side, so the lock doesn’t unlock. Fear grips my body and I plead for my life. You drive us somewhere secluded, where no one can hear my screams.
You yell at me, “You dumb black bitch, you got in the wrong car!”
You punch me in my eye so hard that I see lights. Then you press the knife to my throat and I close my eyes and pray. You press the knife hard enough so that I feel the sting of the blade and the blood running down my neck. Tears roll down my face and you lick them up and laugh.
“Get naked bitch!”
I remove my clothes quickly and you make me get out of the car. You leave in the woods butt naked and you leave with all of my money. My man is going to kill me.

Force Fucked Home Invasion

Home invasion phone sex MaceyI was home alone one afternoon in my new house that I had just moved in to. I was unpacking boxes when I heard a knock on my front door. Before I could even reach the front door to answer it, the door the flew open and a masked man dressed in all black barged through then grabbed me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. It all happened so fast and I was taken aback at the entire situation. I was kicking and screaming as I tried to set myself free from his tight grip! He brought me upstairs to my bed and threw me down, choking me and making me gag as he unzipped his pants and forced his hard dick inside of my pussy. I was trying to fight back as best as I could but he was much bigger and stronger than me so it made it very difficult to try to protect myself. He pulled out a knife and began fucking my asshole with it while he force fucked me. I could feel him tearing up and slicing my insides as he had his way with me. Blood was pouring out of my holes while he twisted my body into all sorts of positions. He busted his load of cum all over my stomach and carved his initials into my pussy skin. He left me there on the bed in a pool of blood as he quickly escaped from my home.

Accomplice phone sex Torture of a Bitch

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We took a woman hostage. She was young, maybe 20 and a real bitch, that’s why we took her to begin with. She was mouthing off to my friend in a line at the movies. We snatched her while the theater was dark. She was going to scream but the knife in her ribs made her think otherwise.
We got her to his house, stripped her and immediately shoved a butt plug in her ass. She was screaming and yelling to let her go and asking if we know who she is. Neither of us cared. He took each of her wrists and wrapped rope around them, they were attached to a pulley on the ceiling and he hoisted her off the ground with a nice jerk. She screamed as one of her arms was jerked upwards the wrong direction, dislocating it. He clamped her nipples with a dress pants hanger; they pinched so hard it looked like her nipples would come off. He did the same with her clit. She was endlessly screaming so he told her if she made one more sound other than ones she was told to make he would cut out her voice box.
He took out all his stress and frustrations out on her body. With a large wooden paddle he cracked her across the ass very hard many times. As her skin started to turn deep purple, his hardening cock would get even more visible through his pants. He took the clamp off of her clit and she made a half scream, but remembered his threat. He put cuffs around each ankle and hoisted them into the air. Her body suspended, face down, he quickly jabbed the knife into her throat cutting her voice box. He laughed, “That’ll shut you up you fucking bitch.”
The torture continues next time….

Snuff Sex: You Can’t Outsmart a Sadistic Bitch

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Snuff sex is the best sex. I picked this guy up at this Steam Punk bar I go to often. He wasn’t really a goth or Steam Punk guy. He just had a thing for goth bitches like me. I wasn’t going to marry him. He just looked like a good fuck. Had money too from the way he was dressed and the gold Amex card he used for his tab. He bought me drinks all night. He was an out of town business man. Married of course. He took his ring off to hit on me, but I saw the tan line still. Nothing much gets by me. Again, his marital status didn’t matter to me. I was fucking him, not marrying him. His hotel was nice. One of those ritzy sky rise places downtown. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I wasn’t a hooker. All eyes were on the Goth girl as she walked in on the arm of older, wealthy frequent flyer. All the staff knew his name. We get to his room and he pours me some Absinthe. The kind that is illegal in the US because of its potency. Something was up. My gut was going off, but I wanted to see it through. I scanned the hotel room. It was clear from little things his wife was on this trip with him. Threesome? I started acting drunk. I figured if I acted out inebriated, his true intentions might come out. They did.

He wanted me to kill his wife. In fact, if I didn’t kill her, he would kill her make it look like I did it. He paraded me through the hotel lobby like a show pony. Everyone would remember the Goth girl at the Carlton. My finger prints were on the glass. He was smart, just not smart enough.  I fucked him so his DNA would be inside of me; slipped him a roofie in his drink, waited for him to pass out, then I used his phone to text his wife. Waited for her to come back to the room. She wasn’t happy to see me, but I had her cheating, contract killer hiring husband tied up spread eagle. I explained his plot to her. It’s her money he likes to spend, so I made a deal with her. I castrated her sorry excuse for a husband so he couldn’t cheat on her anymore. In fact, she helped me. She would be my alibi if he tried to go to the cops.  She would divorce him and share with the police his murder for hire scheme should he try any bullshit again. I cut his balls off with so much joy. Used a rusty blade. Let him bleed enough to scare the fuck out of him, then cauterized the wound. I left her his worthless balls so she could keep them in her purse. Never mess with a sadistic bitch or a wealthy wife.

Killer Phone Sex Fun with a Friend

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a young girl, everyone called me Wednesday Addams because of my morbid fascination with death. Now, I never killed animals like most serial killers. I like animals. It’s people I hate. I am not really a serial killer either. Serial killers murder out of compulsion and they have a type of person they kill, along with a pattern. I kill because I want to, not because I need to. Sometimes I kill for money; other times I kill because the world doesn’t need another asshole or annoying brat. I am more like an angel of death than a serial killer. My killing is compassionate killing for the living. I have this girlfriend who was being harassed and stalked by a total loser. I mean she is a hot model. Statuesque beauty who can have any man she wants. Why would she waste time with a small dick loser? Especially one with no money. I threatened him once. I only give you one warning to back off. The second time we tango, you die. I don’t have the time nor the energy to waste giving warning after warning. Plus, how do I carry any weight if I have no follow through. I want to be taken seriously as a snuff porn queen. Brandon didn’t heed my warning. He also didn’t heed the court’s warning when he walked right through that restraining order. Just like Earle, Brandon had to die. My friend went with me. She was my accomplice and ticket into his gated home. He still lived with mommy and daddy at 35. How pathetic is that? They travel the world, so they were not home. Once we were in, he saw me. Rightfully so, he was scared. He tried to run, but I tossed a bottle at his head and down he went. I wanted to slit his throat immediately, but there is no fun in that. I tied him to his bed spread eagle and naked. Chopped off his balls so I could use them as a ball gag. Aimee did the honors and whacked off his pecker. We let him bleed out slowly and painfully, waited until the shock sunk in, then we sliced an artery and left to have dinner. He had no friends. His parents won’t find him for two weeks. Don’t be a loser or an asshole and you get to live.