I went on a little camping trip last weekend, it was the most intense night of my life but probably not much like your camping experiences. You see, I went all by myself to a private campground that is pretty popular this time of year, there were several families all spaced out, each in their own tents about 40-50 feet apart from each other. My goal was to slip inside each tent silently, kill all of the occupants and slip back out undetected by any of the other families. I didn’t want any of them to get away, I wanted to leave a total bloodbath behind me! My panties were soaking wet when I slipped into the first tent and I came with the first thrust of my knife. I killed them all one by one and slipped out so I could make my way to the next tent. I killed everyone at that camp site, not a one of them screamed or begged for their life, they all slipped away under my knife. I left behind a total bloodbath… it was a gruesome scene for the people that found them I am quite sure… I wonder if they have nightmares about what I’ve done…
Tag: Murder phone sex Fantasies
You should try camping my way!
Russian Roulette Cock Sucking
If having a knife pressed to my neck wasn’t torture enough the last time he fucked me. Try having a gun pressed to the back of your head while concentrating on taking a cock down your throat. I was so fucking nervous as he kept saying just one slip up the wrong way. And I could end your fucking life. I was scared shitless that if I was to make him cum and he had his finger on that trigger it was all over for me. He would be lost in a euphoric climax and not realizing that gun was still in his hand loaded and pressed against my head. But then again I think it’s exactly what he intended to do. He could have cared less if he blew my brains out while i had his cock stuffed down my fucking mouth. I don;t know why I keep letting myself fall victim to his sick and demented games. But honestly it’s all I know. I couldn’t function living any way else. I felt his hand begin to tremble as he shoved my mouth down with his other hand. Making me swallow every inch of his dick. Eventually his balls we pressed against my chin and I felt my airway cut off. I struggled beneath his gun filled hand trying to move just the slightest so i could gasp for some air. And then it happened. I thought I’d seen my life flash before my eyes. I started to get dizzy as I was choking and puking at the same time while his cum burst in my throat. I thought any second now my life is going to end. It was a sick and twisted version of russian roulette. Just waiting for his cock to blow not knowing if that gun was going to follow right behind.
Snuff Porn with Little Whores on Friday the 13th
For this snuff porn whore, my favorite holidays are Halloween and Friday the 13th. Why? Because death and dismemberment is so widespread on those days, most murders go unsolved. They get blamed on drunken pranks and sick Michael Meyers wannabes. Personally, I have always preferred Jason Voorhees. Not sure why, but a man in a hockey mask wielding a big ass knife killing horny teens gets my cunt so wet. I already have my Friday the 13th mayhem planned out. There is a secluded girls’ camp in my city. It’s off the beaten trail, but all the dirty old men know where it is at. Many have been arrested spying on young girls in the community showers and even jacking off on their angelic little faces while they sleep in their bunk beds. Anything I do will get blamed on one of the many registered sex offenders in town.
I hate young self entitled bitches. Instead of butchering just one this year, I am going to slaughter an entire camp of young girls. Young bitches. I have an array of knives to use. Small ones for cutting nips and clits. Bigger ones for shredding cunts and asses. And a huge sickle for cutting off little pretty heads that can be shoved down on the posts of the bunk beds for the camp counselors to discover the next morning. What a horrific discovery. All girls camp massacre. No one discovered alive. I love hearing about my carnage in the press. Because of the young age of my victims they only show before pictures. That’s okay. I always take pictures of dead little whores for my spank bank. I love to masturbate thinking of the torture I inflicted on the little ones. I kill adults because they annoy me or are a waste of space. I kill the little ones because taking innocent lives makes my cunt drip. Who wants to help me slaughter the innocent? They may be innocent now, but they will just grow up to be cock teasing money draining little whores. Let’s have fun with them while we can.
Snuff Sex Fun with Young Ones
Snuff sex is hot. I love being a murderous bitch. I get asked all the time if I have a type I like to torture and kill. My mood is different from day to day. Yesterday, I was in the mood for a young morsel. The beauty pageant type. The malls are filled with girls like that. I found a sweet tender thing begging for trouble. Little jean shorts with her butt cheeks hanging half off her ass. Half top showing a succulent tender belly. Hot pink lips, toes and finger nails. A little whore in the making. I see girls with those Bambi eyes and tight little bodies and I have bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. My appearance is off putting to those little suburbanites, so I had to get an accomplice. Amy is my young muse. She is very skilled in the art of torture sex. In fact, she takes great joy in mutilating little ones. Anyone actually. She lured my little victim to my car with zero difficulty. A little bop on the head and she woke up in my cabin in the woods. It is like my artist’s retreat. I do all sorts of creative things with blood and body parts there. I’m a performance artist. The little whore woke up tied naked spread eagle to a bed. Amy was over her with a knife. I was filming the torture and streaming it live to a few select dirty pervs who pay me well to see a little whore tortured to death. Sometimes, like yesterday, I let them dictate what they want done to a little cunt. Amy fisted the girl’s bald little slit on request. She also sliced off her clit and her nipples then fed it to the girl. She was tortured for hours before her cunt was fucked with a serrated blade. Amy pretty much carved her insides out, then pierced through her belly from the inside out slicing her in two. Once the cunt took her last little breath, I plopped her body in a tub of lye and watched her little limp body dissolve away. Then Amy and I masturbated watching the snuff porn I made.
The torture sex was so satisfying!
Oh it was so perfect! A new family moved into my neighborhood this weekend and as soon as I saw them, I knew that soon I would have a fun filled day full of torture sex. This was seriously a perfect family… no dad in sight, just a tired, worn out looking mother and two delicate little girls. They looked like little angels with their long blonde hair and big blue eyes…just picturing them covered in blood was making my panties wet and I knew that I would be going over there at the first opportunity. I waited until it was dark and quiet, everyone over there was asleep in their beds like little sheep, completely unaware of the danger that was coming toward them. Those stupid little whores were so clueless, they thought they had moved somewhere safe, they had no idea that pure evil was coming their way to rudely awaken them with torture sex. I went to the mother’s room first, she must have taken something to make her sleep because she was tied and gagged before she even woke up! Then I dragged her daughters in there, they were hogtied and gagged, all they could do was cry and you all know that tears are not enough to make me stop! Oh it was so fun, the torture sex was so satisfying, the blood was so red and I was so thoroughly satisfied at the end that I was almost sorry that I had killed them all! Oh well, there will soon be another new family moving in, maybe they will also have some pure young innocents for me to play with… maybe next time there will even be a few boys for me to kill…I can’t wait to see who will be my next victims!
Cannibalism phone sex with Ivy
Cannibalism phone sex is the best way to get back at that mother fucking whore. She ripped your heart out and stomped all over it. You gave her every fucking thing you could and this is how she repays you. She gave birth to that fucking niglet. Made you think it was your seed growing inside her evil womb. You found out the truth. You knocked her up first and that miscarriage was really her ripping your real seed out of her and killing it. She ruined your life and fucking humiliated you. You came to me to do what I do best. We walk up to the door together but I don’t want her to see you yet. When she opens the door I am on. I reach in and grab her by her throat slamming her against the floor. She passed out as you walk in.
She starts to fucking scream when she starts to wake up. Now she feels me ripping her hair, one hand full at a fucking time. She can’t fucking move but she hears her niglet screaming. I lift her head up to show her that niglet slowly roasting in the big oven. She is going to taste so fucking good too. Your whore of a wife screams as she watches you rubbing your hard cock. I fucking hate hearing her scream. I put a ring in her mouth that stops that fucking bitch from closing her mouth. Now slide your cock down her fucking throat. Force that fucking cunt to finally suck your cock. While I shove my fist up her oiled pussy, fisting her whore hole so I can stuff her with yummy seasonings to make her taste even better. Oh her cunt is so fucking wet. I think she loves smelling her niglet roasting as you throat fuck that whore!
Take my Heart for V-Day.
I saw the flash of steel and felt the burn of the blade as it entered my chest. I tried to scream but my lungs filled quickly with blood. “Love.” I gurgled. I did it all for love. Love and drugs.
I met you about a month ago. You were on a drugs and sex binge. I fell for your tall, dark charms. You were rich, married to a local socialite. You showered me with gifts and the very best drugs. The sex was mind-blowing. You were rough and violent, preferring punches to kisses, as you fucked me with long, hard strokes. Your 10 inch cock seemed to stay hard under the influence of the meth. You battered me internally with your ferocious need for more pussy. My asshole would bleed after you rammed your cock into it for hours. My tits were bruised from your hands squeezing them and pinching my nipples. My ravaged pussy leaked cum for days after a drug binge. I screamed out with orgasm after orgasm as you beat me without mercy, using me for a human punching bag. I lived for that moment when I felt your nuts tighten and your jaw grow taut as I made you cum one more time. You would scream with the force of it. “Oh God, I love you, Chels. Take my cum.”
Then it happened. Your rich wife found out. She showed up at my house with 2 of her “bodyguards.” They knocked the shit out of me and made me suck them off as she laughed. “Stay away from my man.” she growled. I laughed, too, licking the blood from my lips. “Fuck you.” I hissed.
I told you about her and it was like fuel on a fire. You wanted more drugs and more sex. We crept around, fucking in cars, the park, and behind dumpsters. Your cock never went down and the sex became more violent. You’d choke the breath from me as you filled my pussy, your hands wrapped around my throat, calling out her name. I knew we had to end this before you or the drugs killed me.
It was Valentine’s Day and you were with me when the door flew open. Your wife and her goons busted in. They tied me to a chair. “I warned you, bitch. You didn’t listen.” She punched me in the face, then walked over to you, dropping to her knees and opening your fly. She pulled your hard cock out and twisted it cruelly. Walking back to me, she began to hit me, busting my face, knocking out my teeth. I looked over at you and saw you beating your hard cock. You had an evil look on your face, mesmerized by the blood and screams. I knew it was the end for me. You two were a pair of sick fuckers and I had been your toy all along.
Spring Time Killer Phone Sex Fantasies
Killer phone sex fantasies anyone? Be honest with yourself. There is someone in your life you wish dead. You have come to the right place to explore them. I hate just about everyone. I wish people dead every day. Sometimes, fantasies become reality in my world. Either I take matters into my own hand because I have a low tolerance for dick heads and stupid cunts, or I am contracted out for disposal services. Why do people come to me to hide their bodies? Because I know what the fuck I am doing. Spring is the best time to hide the evidence. Human remains make great fertilizer for my garden. Folks who hunt with me always ask how I never get caught. That answer is simple. Never leave any evidence. A human body can’t be left for discovery. I hate hunting in winter because I need to find a place to keep a body on ice until the ground thaws and I can dispose of it in my fertilizer granulation machine. This machine is awesome. You shove the body in and it grinds it up, even the bones, into minuscule parts that are later sprinkled over my couple acres of land. The body can go in dead or alive. Either way its bloody fun. The smell is far less pungent than horse shit. Bonus, human fertilizer produces very nice vegetables and lovely flowers. Right now, I have a few bodies chilling in the meat freezer until the first day of Spring when they get mixed in with some coffee grounds in the fertilizer machine. I take sadistic pleasure too in serving people food that was grown in the soil of their missing loved one. So yes, this sadistic bitch can’t wait for Spring. Let’s hunt together. Let me get rid of your ex girlfriend’s body . For shits and giggles, let’s make her grieving family a carrot cake with carrots grown in her remains and deliver flowers to her grave that grew in the same manner.
Cannibalism Phone Sex
There aren’t a lot of things that can compare to the excitement of cannibalism phone sex. Hearing about how you want to cook my flesh for dinner makes me really hot. When you call in and you tell me you want to snuff me then eat my body. I know what you think of me. You think I’m a worthless piece of meat and I love every bit of it. I cling on to your every word. I want to be trapped in your dungeon room without any water or food. I want to suffer and be torture for weeks on end until you are hungry for me.
My body is going to be covered in harsh blood red marks from the lashings. I want the whip to have pieces of skin left on it. Or maybe you will use a bull hook and I’ll have deep hole wounds in my skin. I’m going to scream and beg, but that is just going to get you going more. Your cock is going to fill my throat up as I beg for air while you skull fuck me. After your done fucking my throat, you throw me on the ground and kick my stomach. You make sure to break several ribs.
I’m lying there in pain but I know it’s nowhere near the end. You suspend me in the air and begin to cut each limb off one by one throwing it on the grill. Blood is everywhere and I’m just a chunk of flesh begging you to kill me. I know I will soon bleed out but you make sure every last moment is severely painful as you cut each piece of rib out of my chest. My eyes start to become hazy as you look into my dying eyes. I can hear you cumming on me as I take my last breath.
Murder phone sex fantasies
Murder phone sex fantasies are my favorite calls to do. I love the details you give of snuffing me. The bloodier the better. The nastier the better. I love it all. I will do whatever you tell me to no matter what pain it may cause me. I’m an excellent cock sucker and would love for you to skull fuck me so I can show you how willing I am. I bet you would love to bend me over and just rape my ass. I want to scream in pain while you force me to cut myself. The blood just makes your cock harder. I am here to please you. I love all your medieval toys that you use to torture me. I love spilling my blood just for you. I’m such a fucking snuff whore. Just for you. I crave snuff. I need it. It’s all I can think about and it’s the only thing that can make me cum really hard. But my pleasure is not important, it’s yours.