You think I don’t know your dirty little secret but I do. You’re a sick fuck, you like to stalk girls when they’re out alone late at night. You prey on the weak, dragging them into the darkest of shadows where you rip their clothes off and ram your inferior dick inside of them. You think that because you’re physically stronger that you can just take what you want. Well that all comes to an end now. The hunter is about to become the hunted. I put on my shortest skirt and my tightest top and I went where I knew you would see me stumbling around it was so very easy to convince you that I was drunk. You grabbed me from the back and pulled me behind the bushes. I had a surprise for you though. I wasn’t drunk at all. I pulled my stun gun from my garter under my skirt and zapped you right in the balls. As soon as you fell to the ground writhing in pain from the volts of electricity coursing through your body I tied your hands and your legs together. I cut your shirt off with my knife and used it to gag you so no one would hear your screams. Then I cut your pants and underwear away from your body and got down to stopping your predatory ways. I took my time as I slowly cut through your ball sac making sure that you felt every inch of your skin and tendons being cut away from your body. I reached into your sac ripped those balls loose and then I shoved one up your ass and the other down your throat. Then I gave a little wave over my shoulder as I walked away laughing as you lay ball less in a pool of your own blood.
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You Make Me All Nipply
Her breasts were just to perky and pink for me to not have some fun with them. Her perfect body stretched out in an X formation, arms raised high above her head and bound by the wrists, her legs spread with a bar. Tears streaming down her face, she had long since stopped crying out and was sobbing, resigned to what ever fate I may have in store for her. Using every means at my disposal I have invaded every inch of her body making it mine. She has whelp marks on her fair skin with drops of blood creeping out of her skin. Her tight holes ave been filled with things that she never thought would ever be there and I have sucked her beautiful tits so far in my mouth they are a sore as a lactating mother’s. Now it is time for her to taste those nipples. Her tits, lovely as they are, are not big enough for me to put in her mouth Running my silver blade across her skin and bringing goose bumps to her flesh I tell her it will only hurt a little. I slice that pretty nipple right off and slide it between her lips, letting her taste all the goodness of her flesh.
Cuts Like A Knife
When I saw this mid-evil picture it made my cunt twitch. I knew I had to set this up and I knew I was going to go nice and slow and make this last a long time. It took me all day, going from store to store before I found the perfect saw for the job. I thought about getting it sharpened and cleaned and then decided against it, after all it would be so much better dull and rusty. I already had a cute little honey in the basement that I had been playing with for a couple of days and this would be the perfect way to end the games. Mutilation always drives me crazy with lust for blood. When I grabbed her and unlocked her shackles she started sobbing and begging, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning inside me. Pulling the rope around the hoist that would suspended her at just the right height with her legs spread eagle my body began to respond to the thrill of what was about to happen. Now in position with her tattered and torn dress hanging over her face and her pink pussy that I had gotten to know so well over the last few days exposed, I positioned the dull and rusty saw in between her lips and began to saw. Just a few inches for now. Her screams were ear piercing and perfect. Blood dripping down both the front and back of her body. Taking her hand I fucked the cum out of my cunt and went up stairs for a nap. I would be back later to saw a little more. This could last days if I played my cards right.
The Curse
The moon was high in the black night sky, a storm was brewing as I sat and watched the house. The widows were lit from within. Earlier, when no one was home, I had crept in and placed the cursed stone behind the sofa in the living room. Now I waited to see what mayhem would befall the house hold. Suddenly I heard the loud voices of fighting coming from inside. Then I saw the silhouette of the couple fighting. I could tell her hands were up in self defense and he was beating her. The screams brought the juices of excitement flowing down my legs. Suddenly I saw the splash of blood across the window and she fell limp. Sneaking in I crept to the window and watched him, on top of her, his face covered in her blood and his mouth full of her flesh. He was devouring her and I was standing there masturbating to the scene before me. Tomorrow I would remove the stone and place it in another house and wait to see how well it worked.
That’s what happens when you piss me off!
I seriously had no plans to completely destroy someone’s life today… that is until this dumb motherfucker pissed me off! This couple had no idea that once they cut me off when I was driving earlier that I was going to follow them home and proceed to make their life absolutely complete hell. All I had to do was knock on the door and they were so kind to let me right in. I called a buddy of mine to help me with today’s new toys. He was there in no time, binding them up tightly to ensure they won’t be going anywhere. The girl was really losing it, but all I could think about how great it was going to be to cut her pretty little throat, to watch her eyes go wide as he forced his cock into her unwilling pussy. I love to make them cry, and her bitch of a boyfriend was crying just as much as she was! Truly hilarious. I have a special surprise for him too…we can’t possibly let him get off without us having our own fun with him just as much. I’ll be fucking him in the ass with a big fat dildo, but then switching to something far more painful. Perhaps the knife I just used to slit his darling little girlfriend just moments before. I am sure he will appreciate the lube I put on the knife for him… warm and sticky – I’ll ask him how he likes the way his girl’s blood feels. I’m sure he can’t focus on that when he feels this sharp blade cutting him wide. His girl is so scared! She keeps whimpering as my friend fucks her and holds her dead to watch…but she’s losing blood so quickly I am sure she won’t last long enough to watch him enjoy our fun.
On A Deserted Road
It was a sunny day and I was out for a drive. Taking turns down dirt roads that I have never been on. Driving deeper into the country and away from civilization. Looking for remote areas that I can bring victims for some evil and twisted fun. So far out that no one will hear them screaming but me and bodies will deteriorate and be consumed by animals so that if ever found they are nothing but bones. And there it was in the distance. It looked like an old shack. There weren’t even electrical lines going to it. A scene straight out of a horror movie. Shining in the light and nailed to a big tree out front was a sign. “Body Parts For Sale” I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this a hoax? Perhaps something left over from Halloween and a haunted house set up way out here in the middle of no where. I had to touch myself as the juices flowed and my mind raced. Did I really just get lucky and stumble upon a gold mine? As I pulled up and shut off the ignition my hands were shaking and then when I got out of my car and smelled blood and flesh heavy in the air. My knees went weak and my step quickened as I approached the old shed.
Snuff Movies for Snuff Porn Movie Download
I have a man in my life who loves snuff movies. Instead of watching Titanic or The Notebook together, we do the snuff porn movie download thing from the Internet to my HDTV. It’s like Netflix but with the kind of movies you can’t admit you watch, let alone download. We were watching this blonde whore, who resembled me, get fucked and choked at same time. When her body went lifeless, and the guy in the film kept fucking her, my sick fuck buddy suddenly stood up and yanked me off the couch by my bleach blonde locks.
He dragged me down to the basement and kept mumbling about how hot sex with dead bodies would be. He was going to use me for his own private film. He strapped me down to his torture table and told me we were going to make our own home movie. He cut off my oxygen with a board tight against my throat. As I was struggling to breathe, I heard him sharpening his blades. I pissed myself in fear.
He came back with an evil glean in his eyes and informed me I needed a boob job before I could be a snuff star. I was weak from the lack of oxygen. There was no warning. He just raised his knife and started stabbing my breasts. “Silicon is for toys,” he informed me as he cut out my silicon bags. Blood was cascading down my sides. I was bleeding everywhere, but he informed me he would not let me die, yet. He just wanted to make me a natural woman before we made our own snuff porn. I passed out from the board on my trachea. Woke up covered in blood with barely B cups, a bad stitch job and puncture wounds. I was in a lot of pain. I begged for some drugs or something. He squirted a tube of Ben Gay into the holes in my chest, giggled and said “no pain no gain bitch.”
Later that night, as I sat on the couch trying to recover, he downloaded a film of what he did to me while he mutilating my breasts. I’m sickened to think what he stitched back inside of me.
Taboo Phone Sex Terry Makes Candle Holders From Bad Boys!
You never want to disappoint a taboo phone sex babe like me. I am not one to be dominated, nor will I worship a mans feet. You have to be able to show me your worth if you want me to fall in love with you. I am everything a snuff porn loving man could ever want, if your not a little fruity fairy that is. I found a few men who thought they could rise up to the test. They have since been made into decorations to please me.
I have take those useless little jingle berry balls and wrapped them up tight. I tie them up so tightly that I hope that they pop. I could give a fuck less. They do not need them anyway. The way that they wine and groan makes me a happy camper. I love they way that their useless clit dicks start to swell and turn purple. Then I heat them up under flames. I love setting candles onto them.
Then when the candles get burned they stick onto their nads and the hot wax drips down over them. If I fold the naughty disappointments in half I can get the hot wax to drip onto their faces. I laugh as I eat my candle lit dinner listening to them wincing, begging for me to enjoy every morsel. My dinner guest makes me mad when he asks if I should let them go. Weakness is disappointing. I turn his asshole into a candle stick holder and shove an apple into his mouth. Screams become my dinner music as I finish my meal and hot wax burns his useless sacs.
Castration Phone Sex Trophies
Castration phone sex is my specialty. I’m a junk removal expert. Too many worthless pricks in this world, so I am just being altruistic, paying it forward by taking off balls. I recently discovered on accident how much fun cutting off peckers is too. I mean really, why just take the balls? They really are a set and should be kept together. Kept together in my keepsake boxes made of real foreskin. I bought this serial killer magazine awhile back and learned all about trophies. I am not your typical serial killer, however. I snuff out folks for profit and charity. There is a sexual element of course, especially when I know I am ensuring that some fuck nugget like yourself can never reproduce or enjoy any sexual satisfaction. But my primary motivation is never sexual.
On my fire place mantle, are three hand carved, foreskin covered boxes for my trinkets. One keeps my special junk removal tools. Another holds the cherished testicles. And the last one holds my new collection of worthless cocks. If you shouldn’t be reproducing, you shouldn’t be fucking. I added a really nice trophy to that box last night. Adam was a 7’0 college basketball player who preyed on drunk coeds. He messed with the wrong coed when he force fucked my step niece. She called me knowing what I would do. If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.
I don’t take crap from anyone, not even a black athletic giant. My niece and I marched into the men’s locker room after a game, knowing he was the last one in there. “Can’t get enough of this nigger dick can you bitch? I see you brought a friend. Well there is plenty to go around,” he said over confidently. I begged to see his big black cock. I put a knife to his throat while my niece extracted a little CBT revenge. After she got her payback fun, I sliced his big black dong right off. Blood spurted everywhere. My niece grabbed the knife, and took off the balls. Normally, I’m not so messy in my junk removal services, however, this fuck wad deserved to bleed out. Like the world will miss another black thug, right? Biggest cock I have ever lobbed off. In fact it was so big, I had to cut it into quarters to make it all fit in my keepsake box.
Today’s headline in my local paper was “Locker Room Massacre.” Now my cunt was wet. I guess a big fucking cock like that was more like an artery. He completely bled out and died. He was the Bill Cosby of the local college campus, because after news of his shocking death, hundreds of girls flooded the police department to report he sexually assaulted them. Mother Theresa has nothing on me. You know, I finally got to play with big black cock. I don’t get the hype. When it was all over, it was just another broke down dick.
Home Made Trophies
It took me several years to perfect but it was worth it! I have so many trophies of my victims and each one is perfect. They adorn the walls of my bedroom and I spend many hours laying among them rubbing my pussy with a fever while I remember the torture that led up to me being able to make each one.
Researching the process was difficult as the practice is only found in the Amazon, deep in the rain forest and only a few tribes practice the ritual of shrinking a human head.
With each step of the process, my cunt gets wetter and the yearning to cum builds until the final product is created and I can let the cum flow free down my legs like a river of warm water.
After torturing my victim and finally watching them take their last breath I pull the head back exposing the neck and use my favorite machete to cleanly sever it. Carefully I take my scalpel and make a perfect incision up the back of the neck and peel the skin back off the skull. Taking my time I insure that as much of the flesh as possible is still on the skull and not with the skin. This is a very important step and one that took a lot of practice in the beginning as I was impatient. Then I carefully place a few red seeds under the eyelids before I sew them shut with sinew. The next step is to sew the mouth shut and insure that all the fat and flesh are removed from my head. Then I insert a wooden ball to keep my head round. Those were a little tricky to find but finally I came up with using croquet balls that I sanded the paint off of. They work fabulously! Now the glory of watching the head being boiled in a pot of water with just the right herbs and tannins. The smell of this step drives me wild and is like an aphrodisiac! My euphoria is heightening as I prepare the pit of hot rocks where I will dry my head as I mold it in order to keep the best shape I can. Finally I rub it down with ash as is required in the original rituals to prevent the avenging soul of my victim from escaping.