The first time I realized I was sadistic was when I was a little girl. I use to watch all of the gory horror films when all of my friends were scared to death of them. I loved to see the blood and guts! I guess that is where my love for blood started, the love to see it flowing out of someone and the love to want to feel it! I couldn’t resist my love to feel that blood so when I was a little older there was this stupid cat that use to drive me crazy. I think it was a stray and it was always around meowing and hissing and just being plain mean. I decided right then and there I wanted to feel the blood flowing out of its body! So I picked it up by the scruff of its neck and just started superficially stabbing it just to practice and get the blood flowing out. After that I was addicted to the blood and then the torture of that damn cat! I had to torture it more so I decided to start at the scruff of its neck and start skinning that stupid thing alive. Man you should have heard it cry out, lol. It was so fun, I enjoyed the hell out of torturing that stupid cat. I started wondering what it would be like with human prey. So that is when I realized I was a sadistic and have loved every minute of it and the darkness it has taken me to!
Tag: Murder phone sex Fantasies
Klondikebar
What would a fat little fuck do for a klondikebar? It doesn’t really matter because klondikebar or not, that pudgy little twat was going to be taken care of. The klondikebar just came in handy. I saw this tubby little slut trying to run after the ice cream man. She waddled and waddled for about 20 feet then gave up. Her thighs were rubbing together forcing her shorts up between her thunder thighs. Her stomach was pouring out of her too tight t-shirt. Disgusting sight it was to behold. I couldn’t even finish my beer.
I called her over to ask her if she would like for me to get her some ice cream because I had some in my apartment. Her fat face lit up right away. I flicked my cigarette onto the sidewalk so that I could go inside. I instructed her to stay put, that I would be right back. I came back down with two klondikebars, gave her one and held onto the other. She fucking inhaled that shit. I had mine unwrapped already and was about to take a bite, but her little eyes were looking at it like it was the last piece of food in the universe. I gave it to her. She sat down next to me and told me all about her double dutch she was going to play later and she even asked me if I wanted to help turn. I almost threw up right there. I told her no that I had grown up things to do.
I went up to my apartment so I could watch from my window. I sat there for a good two hours, I guess her layer of blubber was protecting her, like some sort of super fat power or something. There she was, turning the rope while her friends jumped between the ropes, then she did this two step forward move, and fell flat on her face. I laughed so hard, come on, you would too, seeing a fat blob just fall over like that. Her rotund Mother came hobbling out of the apartment, yelling for someone to call 911, but I knew something that the sow didn’t know. I knew that I just saved her oinker from a life time of humiliation, health concerns, and being pity fucked. I have to pat myself on the back for this one, after all, I did a fucking good deed.
What to do with the left overs
Ok now that I have tortured and killed this bitch, there is a little matter of getting rid of her body. There are plenty of ways to get rid of the evidence of a body. I mean you could wrap it up in one of those blue tarp’s and drive to the woods far away and dump her there. Or you could poor some acid all over her body and watch the skin and bone boil away. You could dismember her and drop her body parts all over the state, then no one would ever know who she is, lol. I can tell you my preferred way to get rid of the evidence of a body. First I would dismember her tortured body and then start chopping her limbs up into little pieces. Then I would chop her torso up into pieces. I would then take her body parts to a hog farm and feed all of her body parts to the hogs. They will eat anything bone and all! So by the time they get done with her there will be no evidence of a dead body!
My Rival
I have a rival and she thinks she is smarter than me, well I beg to differ! You know that phrase keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Well I keep her close to me she doesn’t even know that I think of her as a rival. I think I am going to invite her to my house and do something really bad to her. Ok she has arrived at my house and I invite her in and act all nice and shit. Then I pull my gun out and point it at her head and lead her to a room I have made just for her. I have a chair in the middle of the room, some rope, a cattle prod and my knife of course! Just enough to torture her sorry little ass. So I make her go back to the room and make her sit in the chair and tie her up. The first thing I do is shoot her in her knee caps so she can be rithing in pain! Then I hit her with the cattle prod a couple of times listening to her scream. Mmmm that turns me on so much, her little screams and whimpering! Then I circle around her rubbing my gun over her head and ask her if she wants to live. Of course, she said yes and I said I might let her live but I am still thinking about it. Of course I am not going to let her live, I am going to snuff her out like the dog she is! I hit her with the cattle prod again, God I love torturing this bitch! I then get my knife and slowly start slicing her head and cutting her hair off. Then I start slicing the bitch up all over her body listening to her scream loud! I slice her nipples off, lol, and then I slice down her stomach, not enough that her insides fall out, but really close to it. Now she is begging me for her life and crying and shit, lol. I finally decide to put that bitch out of her misery and point my gun at the temple of her head and shoot and watch her DIE!! That is what I like to do with my rivals.
Do Anything
You were so easy. All I had to do is flash a smile, show my tits, touch that disgusting piece of meat between your legs and you promised to do what ever I wanted to make me happy. I have to tell you, it would take a shit load more than what you have to make me happy, but that is besides the point. Now you are worried. You phoned me out of breath, your voice shaking. I laughed and hung up on you. You are fucked.
I wasn’t the one who went out and did what you did. I just talked about the fantasy of it, you are the one who actually did the deed. Although it was what I wanted, I would never admit I put the idea into your head. You yourself said you would do anything, perhaps you should be more careful with your words. Most people who took the action that you have have these things, they are called balls, maybe you have heard of them? Did you piss yourself while you were carving her up, or did your cock explode in her tight, bloody, widened out asshole? I am thinking it was the second thing mentioned.
There you are, running away from the mess you made, and you call me to clean it up for you? Not in a million years. As far as I am concerned it was all fantasy, you were the one who took it into the world and did those brutal things to that weak, unsuspecting girl. I will not help you. As a matter of fact, now that you have accomplished what I whispered into your ear, I no longer even know you. Clean up your own mess boy, deal with it, and move on. Send me a post card from Death Row, and I’ll frame it and put it on my desk.
Gasp
Does it burn? Do you feel like your eyes are going to pop from their sockets from the pressure of trying to hold your breath? How many times will it take until you give in? You thrash, clutch at My hand, trying to loosen the tight grip I have upon you. You will never break it, try as you might. With each submersion you become weaker. There is little time for you to fill your lungs with air, before being forced back under the water.
You look ethereal, your hair loose, floating around your face. The light reflecting off the water, the pattern moving around you on the porcelain tub walls. Each time I bring you to the surface it saddens Me. It saddens Me to know that you will never get to grow up to do this yourself. You held such promise. You were excited, you said all the right things, acted the right way. It was a game. However, when the fun that I trained you up for began, you cried. You are weak, pathetic, worthless, and dare I say, useless to Me now.
I thought I had my protege, I was incorrect in My summation. However, now I know, that I will never try to bring someone under My wing again, it just ends in disappointment. This is why I have to do this now. You know too much, too many of My secret ways, too many of the tactics that I employ. Now I watch as you gasp, choke and sputter, trying to gain that one breath that will keep you alive. It will never come. It is well out of your reach. This is the very last time I will push you under. My hands will clamp down upon your throat, you will remain pressed against the stark white porcelain until I see your eyes go blank. Until I see your beautiful mouth open, until the water is at rest and you move no more.
Quench My Blood Thurst
My thirst for blood drives every fiber of my being, from my head to my toes and everything in between. I need to drink blood like most people need to breath air. For me it is life sustaining and orgasmic.
Today i went hunting for wild game just so I could drain the blood and drink it. I was lucky and got two huge wild bore that yielded a lot of blood for the drinking.
I have to drink it quickly so that it doesn’t spoil and I am now down to about a gallon. All that blood has made my pussy soaking wet, and made me long for human blood which is what I really love.
I guess tomorrow I will go to the hobo camp and find some poor homeless fucker. Not to skiny and not on drugs, to bring back home and enjoy.
I will hang him or her upside down from a tree, slit their throat and let the blood drain into the pot so that I can drink it while it is warm.
Human blood taste so different then animal blood and while animal blood will hold me over, nothing quenches my thirst like human blood does!
It’s Hunting Season
I woke up long before the sun came up. Excitement running through my body like small jolts of electricity. In the dimly lit room I cleaned my gun and sharpened my arrows for the hunt. I find conventional hunting very boring. You know the macho men that like to hunt deer and hog and all other sorts of wild life. Please these are unintelligent animals that can not out think you, there is no challenge there. That is why once a year I have my own hunt. He has been in my basement for two weeks now. I have kept him well fed so that he is not at any disadvantage what so ever. he will be at the top of his game and provide a challenge for me. My cunt is dripping with anticipation, he is a scraping man, strong and he knows his way in the wilderness. But he is no match for me. I released my prey 25 minutes ago, naked with nothing but his wits to guide him. I will give him five more minutes then I will track him and the game will begin. As the time grows closer, my cunt is becomes wetter, quivering with the thrill of it all. He will try to out smart me, his survival depends on it. He will try, but he will not be successful. I have never lost his game. Of course IF he can make it to the edge of my land without being taken down, he will survive the hunt. I can feel the pleasure of the kill already. i will take him down with my bow, an arrow to the leg to wound him first, allowing him to run a little more, his heart pounding with fear and pain. I will track him while he is wounded, dipping my finger in his trail of blood and licking it off, making the game a bit more fun as I toy with him. Eventually i will run another arrow through one of his arms, causing more fear and pain as he realizes his chances are diminishing. I will only shoot him if he is close to winning, if not he will die a slow death as my arrows pierce his flesh until he falls, unable to go on. Then I will put the last arrow in a lung and sit at a distance, fucking my over excited cunt, rubbing my swollen clit, waiting to cum as he takes his last breath. It will be the perfect kill and another trophy for my wall.
Bad Influence
I promise you one thing, I don’t scare easily and it takes a lot to shock me. All those secret, hidden fetishes and warped desires you keep locked away, I will bring out of you.
Purge yourself of all those evil, sadistic fantasies your cock throbs over. Admit to me, when you see those pretty young ones, so fresh and new all you can think about is possessing them and using their little bodies for all they’re worth.
I bet if we put our twisted, deviant minds together we can come up with all sorts of hardcore, morbid murder fantasies. Are you strong enough to explore all those extremely brutal and bloody urges that constantly call out to you.
I’m the perfect accomplice to assist you and follow down the unknown darkness together. We feed off each other’s sick, sexual perversions, and lust for the violence we crave to inflict upon the innocent.
My cunt drips envisioning all those unspeakably vile acts we unleash on those pretty little worthless fucks. We’re such a perfect team because neither of us have any remorse or pity for any of our doomed victims, it’s just brutal reality….a simple twist of fate which just so happens to be their worst nightmare.
Mmm, and that is what takes us over the edge of erotic pleasure, hearing their useless pathetic pleas for mercy, there’s nothing sweeter is there?
Out Of The Shadows
Step out of the shadows with me and explore the dark and depraved side of the sadistic, hardcore and oh so bloody world of an expert accomplice.
I know that the very thought of those young, sweet and innocent bodies gets your cock rock hard and ready to fuck, that’s the easy part of it.
Do you think you really have what it takes to succeed at stalking, luring, abducting these delicious pieces of flesh? Well, that’s just one aspect of it, you have to possess the desire to torture and fuck with their little, worthless minds and bodies.
It has to be a hunger inside of you that you must feed, when you hear their pathetic and desperate cries out in terror and pain, does it make you take it even harder and further? Nothing will deter you from your ultimate goal and that is after taking your most twisted and evil fantasy into a satisfying reality are you able to seal the deal?
It’s up to you just how much and what you want to get out of these trapped and caged young prey. When you grow tired of their constant begging and pleading for mercy, the final and in my opinion most satisfying part of this experience is snuffing out the pathetic, useless little worthless fucks.
Share with me just how bloody and rough you want to get, what part gets your cock throbbing twisted mind racing. I can‘t wait to discover what new and interesting ways to get the job done and seal their doomed fate.