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It’s A Blizzard Blood Bath

bloody phone sex blizzardAnd there it was just as pretty as a picture. A gift left there just for me. The car was red, blood red. Stranded in the middle of the blizzard. Not a soul in sight. How much better then that can you get?

There wasn’t much snow accumulated on the hood, no tire tracks next to the car. This meant two things, it hadn’t been there long and no one had come along to help. Either the occupant was still in the car or not far up the road yet. My cunt was dripping as I approached the car. I could see the fog on the windows which told me the occupant or occupants were still in there.

Now my nipples were getting hard and my heart was beating faster with anticipation. I knocked on the window and when it came down my eyes took in the young couple, so grateful someone had come along. She was a little bit of a thing, I would guess 95 pounds soaking wet and he wasn’t much more.

I took out my gun locked and loaded and pointed it at his temple. “Get out of the car both of you and don’t try anything stupid, I really don’t want to shoot you right here.”

I don’t know if the shaking is from the cold or fear but it makes no difference to me. What is going to happen will happen.

“Take off all your clothes NOW! You may leave on your snow boots and socks and your underwear, that is all. UNDERSTAND?” With shaking hands they comply and the shivering increases to my delight.

“Now you have exactly five minutes to get as far a head of me as you can. I love hunting in the snow and you are my prey today. Your time starts NOW.”

Watching them stumble and run in the freezing cold, snow falling so hard now that I can’t see them after a minute or two. It’s all good, the poor visibility will make this more fun. I make sure my gun is loaded and I start thinking about their blood pouring out onto the lily white snow, I am cumming already and I haven’t even started the hunt. bloody phone sex karma

Hunting on a Snowy Night

bloody phone sex knife playI love winter, blizzards especially. Why? Because snowy, wet, cold woods makes a much better hunting ground. First, it slows your prey down. A blizzard is not only harder to run in, but the cold slows your victim down, makes it harder to fight. Second, you can track your victim better. Stupid prey all scared and panicky, are never as smart as Danny from The Shining. They never think to cover their tracks. Third, blood looks better in the snow. You can savor your kill, get off more intensely when you see that crimson red mixed in with the stark white. The juxtaposition makes my cunt drip every time. And the final reason, I prefer to hunt in a blizzard, is it acts as a freezer, slowing down decomposition. You see what happens is, the body freezes, stays intact for quite awhile, this allows me to visit my crime scene and get off a few more times at my handy work. I just leave a marker so I can find the site again in case the storm covers my kill. It also helps elude detection. The wild life either gets the body, leaving no identifiable remains, or the first thaw the body turns to complete mush , getting rid of any DNA evidence. I’d live in Alaska if it wasn’t for the fact that  there just aren’t many people per capita there.

snuff phone sex bloody killLast weekend, I hunted in the blizzard we had. It was impromptu, but I have had my eye on this chubby little coed twit that frequents my Starbucks. She is constantly being snotty, bitchy and demanding. Way too young, and way too plain to be so self entitled.  The snow was coming down hard, it was getting dark, so I followed her in my car, ran her off the road by the woods.  When she saw my big ass knife she started running. I knew she wouldn’t get far, they never do. I caught up to the stupid whore, held my knife to her throat, forced her to undress so I could watch her run naked in the cold. Then I stalked her some more. My adrenaline was keeping me warm, I’m sure hers was too. But like all prey, they run out of energy, give up. She fell to the ground screaming and begging for mercy. Her skin turning purple from the cold. I taunted her. Circled her like a wolf does his dinner. Informed her she would not be missed.

I then slit her throat and watched the blood and life run out of her. It was the humane thing to do. A much quicker death than hypothermia.  I got so hot watching the blood seep into the snow, watching snow fall on her body and mix with her hot blood.  I stood there watching her die, watching the ground underneath me turn into a crimson sea. I drew a heart  with her blood in the snow. A sign of respect for being such a fun kill.

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Indigodone HCL

Medical fetish phone sexIn honor of National Pharmacist Day I have decided to turn myself into a drug.  Wouldn’t that be fantastic? Me? A drug? I think so and what is a drug without a commercial. Without further ado I give you Indigodone HCL.

If you have experienced Pissing me off, giving me dirty looks, talking about me behind my back, being a full on cunt, being annoying, being worthless, or I just straight up do not like you for no reason in particular, then you should talk to me about Indigodone HCL. 

When taking Indigodone HCL it is important to know the risks.  Side effects have been reported which include: Sudden onset of stab wounds, burn marks, evisceration, beheading, torture, ligature marks, hemorrhaging from your genital areas, forced penetration, widening of your asshole, widening of your cunt, grotesque mutilation, abuse of a corpse, being brutally violated with something sharp, head injuries, and psychological breaks.  In extreme cases death has occurred…who am I kidding, death always occurs.

In a double blind study where those given Indigodone HCL experienced traumatic deaths.  Those who were given a placebo were grateful to survive.

Do not take Indigodone HCL if you are: Pregnant, planning on becoming Pregnant, ever thought of being Pregnant, sat next to a Pregnant woman on a bus, walked past the Maternity section in a store, or asked someone their due date only to find out that they are not pregnant…awkward.

Indigodone HCL is not available over the counter, or in any store.  If you think you would like to try Indigodone HCL then you are one crazy son of a bitch. 

Venus’s Super Virus to Cleanse the World of Assholes

evil phone sex taboo goth girlEvery day I hear something about some self entitled asshole shooting an innocent person, or taking his family with him because he is too much of a sorry ass loser to just take his own worthless life. I hate people, not all, but most. It’s because most of society thinks the world revolves around them; that they are entitled to shit without working for it; that they can do whatever the fuck they want to whomever they want and the rules don’t apply to them. These are the useless folks I want to snuff out. Hitler was on to something with his gas chambers and ovens to eradicate big groups of people. He just targeted the wrong people.

medical fetish phone sex evil sexSo my evil mind has been thinking up super viruses. Much like Nazi pseudo science, my virus would be torturous and deadly, and designed to eradicate large populations of people, namely worthless pricks and useless cunts, otherwise known as assholes . I have an evil accomplice who is a biologist. We have been playing in his lab, creating the perfect super virus, one that recognizes folks with the “arsehole gene” which leads to the creation of an asshole. Our super virus will only kill folks who carry the arsehole gene. When this virus finds a host  carrying the gene, it will attach itself, mutate and kill. And not kill as in a heart attack, but kill as in completely exterminate. Carriers of the areshole gene will  be infected with a deadly virus that literally eats their bodies from the inside out. Internal organs will eviscerate; skin will turn carcinogenic;  and before long the asshole or future asshole, will be a pile of melted flesh and bones. Because it is a designer virus, it will resemble Ebola or Bird Flu, making it hard for the medical community to recognize that this is a man made virus designed for a sort of ethnic cleansing.

medical fetish phone sex snuffThe only way to ensure the well being of everyone is to rid the world of assholes. If you are an asshole, get your affairs together now, because you won’t be able to hide from my virus. Or just call me and have me snuff you out before hand in a swifter, less agonizing way. If you know an asshole and you need them gone before my super virus is perfected, call me to be your nasty accomplice. Killing assholes is much more fun with a sick twisted bitch. Let’s just say I really enjoy getting rid of garbage.

A tortured night

 Nothing is drive my desire than unbridled sex. I get off more with a good dead stiff.  I used to cruise the scanner looking for perfect accident scenes where I could catch a glimpse of a dead fuck.  As time passed my mind became more creative and  needed my own fix .  I wanted to see what it was like to have someone die by my own hands.  So I plotted and thought out the most despicable plan to torture my victims.sex with dead bodies

 it started off I would cruise around looking for lost souls that needed warmth and guidance. When I had them in my grasp I through my plan into action.  I would drug them till they were floating in and out of conciseness where they were just of the brink of going into the light.  That’s when I could just push them over the edge with a injection of sodium chloride and continue on my feat.  

Do you think you can hold up to my desires of drunken dead men and rough sex?  Come join me in my journey of sex with dead bodies. 

Kidnapping phone sex with Georgia: Murder Van

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Kidnapping those girls for you was more fun than would I ever admit and it was easy too. Normally a creepy van would make anyone feel anxious, but I was close to their age so they trusted me. Also, it’s so cold outside that no one wants to walk anywhere. Eventually they figured out what was happening and started to freak out, but it was fun watching them squirm.ageorgia
When they started to scream you only had to pull your gun out to silence them. The girl with the red hair was so scared that she pissed her pants after you pointed it at her head. After you slapped her across the face she started cry too! Then, we both just laughed and told her how disgusting she was.
Her slutty brunette friend Julia was shaking and covering her eyes, but you forced her to open them. Once we parked the van, you tied them both up with rope and started rubbing your gun over both their bodies. After you fucked the red head’s cunt with it, you walked over to her friend and made her clean your gun with her mouth. Julia’s crying was annoying you so much that you pulled the trigger, causing her brains to splatter all over the van. Both of us were covered with it and chunks of her skull too.
The red head started screaming and causing a commotion so you had to shoot her. It was a disappointing that we didn’t get to use her more, but I understood. It actually turned out to be a good thing because then we just fucked next to their dead bodies, watching them bleed out. I never squirt that hard before!

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No One Expects The Spanish Inquistion

Mutilation phone sexOh those crazy, crazy Spanish in the middle ages.  Using all sorts of delicious sharp objects to help the Heretics find Jesus.  All in the name of the Church and God.  Imagine sitting in your little mud hut, just feeling miserable because you have nothing to eat, lice are biting your body and head, you smell like piss and shit and in comes one of the King’s guards.  They snatch you and your wifey up and you are taken to the center of town.  There in all their pompous glory are Bishops from the almighty Catholic Church.  You just know you are fucked.

They read the charges, you deny them, they say you are not telling the truth so they take you to a dungeon.  Do they sit you down, offer you tea, read a few passages from the Bible and have you pray for forgiveness? Oh no.  They get right to the torture, because what is the Catholic Church without some sort of torture?  They take your wife, rip her dress off and expose her milky white breasts and push her up against the wall, tits first.  You cannot quite see what they are doing, but you can tell by her screams that they aren’t showing her the scenic views.

They step away from her and they ask you one more time if you are guilty.  You adamantly deny any charges, because you didn’t do anything wrong.  Of course you are wrong, everyone sins, so everyone must repent for something.  They pull her shoulders and she screams even louder.  You plead with them to stop but they continue.  Then the Bishop holds up his hand and says with a sickeningly sweet affect in his voice, “All you have to do is repent then your soul will be saved and you will be absolved of any and all sin.”  You cannot bare to hear any more pain filled noises from your wife, so you lie, admit to what ever wrong doing they insist you did and ask for forgiveness.

The Bishop nods at the dungeon guards who begin to push your wife forward then yank her back.  It only takes a few minutes for your wife to pass out from the pain.  They take her from the wall and turn her around, her breasts are ripped to shreds, the meat is hanging loosely from her chest.  Blood is dripping down to the floor in thick drops.

You are yanked up from your seat quickly and your head is placed on an oak block.  Before you can tell your wife you are sorry, your head is disconnected from your body.  Praise Jesus!  Your wife is left to return to your village as a warning, nobody will speak to her, or go near her.  She is forever ruined, she is forever marred by one of the instruments of torture used called the Breast Ripper, and your soul gets to spend eternity in hell for lying.  Seems legit.

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Necrophilia Phone Sex with Toni: Dead Dolls

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Death has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl I heard my first death rattle, but it was watching her eyes glaze over that fascinated me the most. Her name was Molly, we were both 10 years old-I HATED her. She was the first person I remember hating actually, there was just something about her that really pissed me off. It wasn’t just those pretty pink ribbons she wore in her light blonde hair, seeing them that day is just what triggered my attack. What really bothered me was her fucking attitude!
Molly’s last day above ground was a cloudy Saturday afternoon. I caught her wandering through the woods in my backyard picking flowers and cornered her. At first she thought it was joke, she even laughed a little. It was funny until I had both of my tiny hands wrapped tightly around her throat. Then, suddenly she took the situation seriously.
That bitch tried to fight back too! Can you believe that? She tried to grab my hands and throw me down on ground, but obviously that didn’t work. All of her struggling just wasted energy which probably made her die even faster. Poor little slut didn’t even have time to pray before her last breath passed through her lips. Seconds later, Molly’s eyes were blank. I stared into them for about five minutes, but snapped out of it once I realized I had to get rid of her body. Foolish girl I was, I just kicked her corpse into the river and watched it float away.

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Ever since then I’ve been addicted to death. Not just murder or watching someone die, I love everything about it. When I was 16 I straggled a boy named Eddy. It didn’t matter that he was 18 and on the wrestling team, he still died very easily. I started off on top of him, riding his thick throbbing cock. I continued like that for awhile, but when I got bored I wrapped my hands around his throat. He struggled while I was fucking and choking him at the same time, but it didn’t save him. Eddy filled my soaked cunt with his last load of cum just seconds before he died, it was fucking amazing! That was the first time I ever killed someone while their prick was still inside me and now I do it every chance I get.
Maybe I enjoyed it too much the first time. Is it bad that I kept Eddy around for awhile? I mean, it wasn’t for long because of the smell. Couldn’t have been more than a week before I found a replacement. Don’t worry I had a lot of fun with Eddy, with a massive dick like his I didn’t mind that he was dead. Watching him decay more and more each day was just as exciting as fucking him. Once I threw Eddy, I found plenty more toys to play with. I’ll never run out the world has an endless supply!!

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My Little Meat Market

Cannibalism phone sex choice cutsIt isn’t any secret that I love the taste of human flesh. If you butcher it correctly and choose your meat carefully you would be surprised at just how tender and tasty it is. I can’t count the number of times I have served human meat at my dinner table and had my guests marvel at the unique flavor,  how the meat melts in the mouth and how tender and juicy it is! I usually hunt my own meat and that is so much fun, however sometimes I do go to a farm I know of that specializes in the finest human meat. Just like a hog farm, I can go examine the specimens and pick the finest one. They will even butcher my choice for me. Several months ago I decided to open a human meat market. To date it has been very successful. The meat is selling off the shelves almost faster then I can keep them stocked. My butchers are working over time and I have even had to go over and butcher myself here and there. Not that I mind that at all, I love getting my hands dirty. No one really knows what kind of meat I sell but everyone sure loves it. I am making money hand over fist, no pun intended!cannibalism phone sex market

There Is No Way Out

bondage phone sex angieThey were a fine looking couple, so in love. Ready to start their life together.A holiday wedding, what a novel idea. Too bad they got a flat tire right after the ceremony all dressed in their wedding attire. Of course I stopped to help the newly weds. Well actually I stopped to help myself to the newly weds. her beautiful gown and his fine tux are nothing but tattered shreds laying in a heap on the floor. She is still in her panties and guarder, he is stripped bare. They are in my basement handcuffed and chained and waiting for their fate. I imagine the reception is long since over since the bride and groom never showed up. The smiles are gone, replaced by tear stained cheeks and fear filled eyes. bondage phone sex captive female Other then stripping them and holding them captive, I haven’t begun to torture and torment them. That is going to be my New Year Celebration. I have kept them fed these last few days, but other then that they have been kept in the dark. I have spent countless hours out of site fucking my pussy while I listen to them alternate between talks of their love, hopes of escape and contemplating what will become of them. The uncertainty and fear in their voices, the desperation increasing with each passing hour simply serves to make me want to have my way with them sooner then tomorrow. But I will wait patiently and hold them captive until tomorrow night. As soon as the sun goes down I will begin to celebrate a new year and when the clock strikes midnight they will take their last breath together. I will make sure they keep their vows, till death do us part. What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!bondage phone sex captive male