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Skull Fuck

The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern light. I don’t recall just how long i’ve been trapped here but it’s starting to blend all together. Dirty and naked I was chained to a large stone block. The man in the room with me was eyeing me up and down. They had already violated me everywhere.. just what was he looking for? What more could they do to me? That’s where I was wrong. The man looked me in the eyes and put on a wicked grin. Coming towards me, he started stroking my face and making me move to my knees. I thought I was merely going to have to suck his cock. He pulled out his rock hard dick and started rubbing it over my face. Then he had me look up at him and before I could react, he shoved his cock right into my eye. The pain was unbelievable as he thrust his meat drill into my eye socket and pushed all the way in. Blood was pouring down my face as I screamed and screamed, he fucked my skull until I could no longer speak. I swear I could feel him shoving into gray matter and when he finally came, he let his cum fill my head. Blood, semen and more leaking out from the hole he’d made. I don’t know how I was still alive.. but I no longer had any control of my body.. Nothing was working right anymore. I was trapped in a living hell. Please some one.. end my life.. Mutilation phone sex

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sex karmaOne of my favorite things to do has always been to put on the scrubs I bought from the Salvation Army and hit the hospital. I love the halls that hold the terminally ill, the ones that have the bio hazard signs on the doors, the rooms that are high risk to enter and the halls that smell of rotting flesh while the feeling of despair hangs in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. I would often sit in the corner of the room after turning off the morphine drip, waiting for the extreme pain to hit so that I can rub out a good hard orgasm as I listen to them moan in agony. There are a couple of rooms that have great nooks that I can hide in. Those particular rooms are used to perform medical procedures that aren’t generally performed in a normal room. I have been able to witness several invasive procedures in these rooms that not only brought me great pleasure but gave me intense material to share with others on medical fetish phone sex calls. One time especially comes to mind. When I walked into his room the smell of rotting flesh was so strong that it almost made me gag. And I don’t gag easy. I pulled back the sheet and saw a huge chunk of flesh that was swollen, red and infected. i knew the flesh was deteriorating from the inside out. I heard the footsteps and backed into my hiding place and as I watched the doctor inject the Novocaine my heart sunk. Why do they do this? I kept watching and when I saw the scalpel sink into the skin, I felt the moisture begin to build in my panties. Watching the spewing puss and chunks of flesh, the stench that the infection produced when released, all served to stir the darkness inside me and I started to cum. I had to cover my mouth to stop the moan of pleasure as the primal orgasm escaped my cunt. Medical fetishes are so complex……

Kidnapping Phone Sex: Profit for Me, Fun for You

Kidnapping Phone SexWant to go hunting with me? I know how to mix business with pleasure. I can line our pockets while getting us off hard. Do you know how much young corneas go for on the black market? Almost as much as kidneys. But with eyes, you don’t have to slice and dice; you just need to gouge them out. Less mess, quicker in and out, so you can make much more money with eyes. I am a fan of the little ones because their eyes not only pop right out of the skull, but I can profit doubly. I’m a conservationist. I use all of the body. Once I gouge those little eyeballs out and get them in a sterile jar and on ice, you can play with the body for a fair price.

taboo phone sexAnd at that tender sweet age, they are easier to manage, especially when still lamenting the loss of sight. Bonus, they can’t see you, so if you wanna snuff them out that is just for pleasure not for survival. Last week I snatched up Abby at the mall. A blonde pretty virgin barely teen girl. Just what my client wanted. I tied her to a chair, put my knife to the corner of her eyes and popped out some pretty blues. I wrapped her sockets with gauze to stop the bleeding, then brought in Tony. Tony paid top dollar for this morsel. And I made top dollar off her corneas. Double score.

fantasy phone sex tortureTony was a sick fuck like me. His fantasy you ask? Force fuck a virgin young girl in all her holes. Ass, pussy, mouth, urethra, nostrils, ears and eye sockets. Abby was so tiny and young, and Tony had such a large cock, that when he shoved his cock in her mouth, it came out one of her eye sockets. Fucking sick shit, but so hot.When he came, it looked like her eye was weeping cum.  I played with my pussy watching her get skull fucked, as I waited on my other client to pick up her pretty blue eyes that would give the gift of sight to some rich mother fucker’s brat. Abby may not have had the privilege of money, but she had the privilege of a dirty old man’s cock in ALL her holes. What is your twisted fantasy? I bet I can make it equally beneficial for us both.

Possessed Carnivore

accomplice phone sexIt was late Saturday when I met you in person. I found you on a Craigslist ad wanting someone to help you trap and devour victims. At first, I thought it was just a sexual game. You were one of those guys who wanted a threesome and some kinky sex with the wife. But I was wrong. You were serious. And my life was about to go straight to hell.
From the moment we met in person, I knew something was different…evil. You invited me over for a meal. One taste of the meat you served me and I changed. From a sweet model to this flesh eating carnivore. I was ready to serve you completely in my new quest for blood. You had done something to me, fed me the charred flesh of a human being, and I liked it. No, I craved it. It was the drive of the wild, the need for something deeper than sex. I was ready for the hunt.
You decided to start me off easy. I was ordered to bring you back the trashiest prostitute I could find. She had to be someone that no one would miss. In a city this large, she was easy prey. I simply offered money and an invite to a party, complete with drugs. She was a skinny brunette with big green eyes. I tried to imagine how they might feel rolling around in my mouth. Her perky tits poked out through a sheer blouse. I could barely control myself as we entered your house.
She looked confused. I smiled at you and you could not contain your hunger. You jumped on her without warning, punching her in the face. Her nose audibly snapped and blood flew. Before she could scream, you had smashed her in the eye. I heard her moan and my pussy twitched. Hunger filled me. I reached over to help you tear her clothes off, her bloody body in a heap on the floor. Her eyes opened and she whispered for help one final time.
I watched you rip the veins in her neck with your teeth. Her scream was cut short. As she begin to bleed out, you jumped upon her and drove your veiny cock deep into her whore pussy as she began her death twitch. Her heels drummed the floor. Her fingers grabbed at the air. Her hips bucked as if she were fucking  in her last moments. You growled as you reached orgasm, your massive demon cock spewing cum into her dead carcass. I fingered myself off watching you.
There’s been so many victims since then. Mostly young girls and a few fag boys, too. There’s never any evidence because we eat every bite of the victims. It’s really fun to have guests over to eat our “special” BBQ. We just tell them that it’s all in the tenderizing and the secret sauce recipe we use.
Someday, you’ll grow tired of me and I, too, will become your victim. But, until then, I will serve you and hunt for you. My ultimate end will be met when you film my demise in my farewell snuff video.
Let me share some of our wicked tales with you. I know your cock will be rock hard talking about the lives we have snuffed out. Or maybe you have one of your own in mind……

 

 

Only accept the BEST!

Torture sexHe told me he was going to make me his bitch and he could fuck me like I never had before. I told him if he didn’t he would regret it. When we got to the room of course he tried his best to fuck me. He slammed his cock in me so fast. He put his tongue, fingers, and cock all in my asshole. He bit my nipples, choked me, gagged me, tied me up, and borderline raped me. Little did he know this is how daddy taught me to like it. Hell this was nothing. So I told him to let me handcuff him. I handcuffed his hands and then his legs. I put tape over his mouth and pulled out his cock to suck it, when he closed his eyes I grabbed my tool and branded him right on his balls. He was handcuffed to the headboard so there was no escape. Then cut off his toes one by one, saving his big toes for last. I shoved both of his big toes up his asshole before I cut his throat. I told him if he didn’t keep his word he would be sorry.

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I was walking home after a night of worshiping. I smelled like weed, and camp fire. I knew I would attract someone. Get them to follow me. My body was barley covered. My ass was hanging out, my tits were out. I knew someone would try to take me and have their way with me. I was hoping for it. I wanted to use my knew hunting knife. I acted like I was drunk, stumbling over myself. Leaning on walls and falling down like a stupid drunken whore would. I wanted to look vulnerable. I wanted to look like an easy target. As soon as I passed him, I knew he was the one. He was a big black man. I knew he was going to act like a nice guy and walk me home. But home was a dark ally, he threw me into the fence and started ripping my panties off. Just as he was about to put his dick inside of me I stuck my sharp new knife into his ball sac. It was like a hot knife into butter. So smooth, so easy to cut into his flesh. I did a number on his cock and balls. If he lives through that, He wont be so eager to help someone out next time!

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I used to be innocent, I used to be sweat. When I was younger my daddy was my hero. Then mommy left and daddy changed. He started talking about killing mommy, about fucking her dead body in front of me and my brothers. One night I heard a woman screaming, I thought daddy found mommy. I went down stairs and found daddy snuff porn streaming. I stood there in shock and silence as I watched the man on computer screen stabbing the naked woman. She was beautiful, but she didn’t seem to be much older than me. I made a noise and daddy turned. He was drunk and very angry. He grabbed me by my throat, choking me. He had no pants on and I could see his hard cock dripping.

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He pulled me down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was calling me a dirty whore. He told me I looked too much like mommy. He said if I cant hurt mommy then I will hurt you. That was the first night. Daddy stabbed me, he shoved the knife up into my tight pussy. He fucked me with the knife and then with his cock. As I laid there, fading away I felt my daddy blow his load into my cunny. That night forever changed me.

A Real Snuff Porn Documentary

taboo phone sex angieThe chamber is ready. The entire time I was setting it up my pussy dripped with anticipation. There is a large one way mirror on one wall. Microphones are set up for recording sound. A video tape is set up for recording image. I have three victims, two female and one male that have been kept while preparations were being made. He just left and I have the gas in my hands. My hands are shaking with anticipation. I believe I have enough for one solid week. I am retrieve the military rations that I bought and setting them up in the room. The three cots are set and everything looked good. He called the gas Scarecrow Fear Gas, named after something from a Batman movie. It is supposed to be a highly hallucinogenic gas that when taken in large quantities creates a paranoia and visions of fear and panic. I am very careful to set up the dispensing of the gas in a steady stream though the vents. As I lead my victims to the chamber I could feel the juices flowing down my inner thigh. I open the door and lock them in and begin the stream into the room. I leave and go to get a bite to eat, take a shower and masturbate. Alone with my thoughts as I allow the gas to take some effect. Staying away as long as I can, I return to the chamber. I can tell by their behavior that the gas is having some effect on them but not like I thought. Disappointed I retire to bed leaving them for the evening. The following morning I wake early eager and horny. I eat my breakfast and return to the chamber. Now we have something. They are all naked and hysterical. Each lost in his or her hallucination. The fear is evident in their eyes and the irrational behavior is turning me on. As I sit and watch I masturbate to the evil taking place before my eyes. As the day goes on and more of the gas is inhaled the behavior becomes more bizarre and satisfied every evil thought in my head. Finally I retire for the evening eager for day two. Returning to the chamber I find carnage. The female has ripped her finger nails off and is biting chunks of flesh our of her arms. One of the men has skinned his cock some how and it is a massive chunk of meat. The other male is in the corner clawing flesh from his face and laughing hysterically. I cum instantly without even touching myself, reveling in my glory. I leave them again as I have errands to run. When I return I find that the female is dead, the males are pulling her organs from her flesh torn body. What a shame I had hoped she would last longer. What happens next you will have to find out by watching the film of my torture.

Hunting for Food or Fun?

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After a long day outside in the heat I FINALLY found the one I wanted. She wasn’t too big and she wasn’t too skinny. She was perfect for me. She was walking down the highway with her thumb up. I knew she would get in the car with me. I look nice, and sweet but in my mind she looked so good to eat. I pulled my car off to the side of the road. She ran to get in. I opened the door for her, she was sweaty and looked tired. I turned the cold air on blast to give her a little chill. I wanted to see her nipples get hard. The smell of her sweat made my stomach growl.

 

I asked her where she was going and like a runaways she said “Anywhere but here.” I smiled and off we went. I offered her a place to stay, shower, eat and a bed to sleep in. After about 3 hours of talking in the car on the way to my house I knew I just had to have her. I ordered some food and grabbed a bottle of wine. I showed her to the bathroom and gave her some of my clothes. When she came out of the bathroom, she smelled so sweet. Her body was so clean I wanted to take a bite out of her then. I waited, I offered her some wine and she downed it like it was the last thing she will ever have.

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I poured another Glass she did the same thing, before the food even got to my house the whore was tied up and in my basement. She woke up to me chopping some onion and getting a piece of meat all trimmed of fat and getting ready to cook. She couldn’t move, she started to scream but her mouth wouldn’t open. I giggled as I showed the whore her own leg in my roasting pan. I wanted her to eat herself before I finished her off.

Killer Torture Sex Trophies

torture sexMost girls grow up idolizing singers and actresses, even athletes. Not me. I was always fascinated by serial killers. Did you know most serial killers keep souvenirs of their kills? Little trophies to help them relive the moment. Serial killers even give their trophies as gifts to loved ones or family members. Anatoly Onoprienko kept the underwear of 52 victims in the Ukraine. Ahmad Suradji killed 42 chicks in Eastern Europe and kept their saliva. Ted Bundy sometimes kept the heads of his pretty victims. Elizabeth Bathoy, a 16th century Countess linked to over 600 brutal torture sex deaths, kept some of her victims blood. And of course we all know that Jeffrey Dahmar kept the genitals of his dead dinner guests.

castration phone sexFrom body parts to jewelry to clothing, the world’s worst murderers, my heroes, have kept trophies. I’m a sadist. I don’t always kill for sexual pleasure. Sometimes it is for sport, sometimes money, sometimes opportunity, sometimes to teach a lesson, sometimes because an annoying fuck has exceeded his or her tolerance level with me. Whatever my motive at the time, my heroes have taught me to take tokens. I am not as random in my souvenir taking as I am with my killings. I love to take balls. I appreciate the twisted mind of Dahmer, so I keep them in a lobster pot on the stove, just like he did. I, however, don’t eat them. I make my female victims devour them in a sick game of “Would You Rather?” You see, if a worthless cunt has the choice between eating the testicles of a dead asshat or dying a painful death, she always selects option one. There is no integrity in that, so she dies regardless. I have spared the life of a couple bitches who stood their ground: no eating human rocky mountain oysters under any circumstance. In the face of death, folks show their true nature. Desperate people with no principles, no personal code of ethics, don’t deserve to live.

snuff pornJust last week I took the balls of a stupid fuck I saw kick a dog. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I pick a fair fight. I put on some steel toed Doc Martins and kicked him in his worthless balls till he was puking up blood. “How does it feel to be kicked loser,” I asked as I channeled my inner David Beckham on his groin. Crying ass pansy. I strapped him to this old electric chair I got at a prison auction, chopped his balls off first, then his pecker which I stuffed in his mouth as I slit his throat. I pissed on the bloody stump that use to contain his tally whacker and masturbated as I squeezed his balls in my hand watching him bleed out. The next morning, I had a contract kill scheduled for a cheating whore gold digging wife. As she was chomping on his severed balls, my little trophy, in a worthless attempt to save her life, I asked her how her douche bag boyfriend’s testicles tasted. The expression on her face was priceless. Almost as good as the expression when she realized I was going to kill her anyway. “Maybe you can keep your whore legs crossed in hell, bitch,” I giggled as I stabbed her cheating cunt with a 12 inch serrated blade until she no longer twitched. I don’t usually take trophies from female victims, but it was kind of poetic justice that I had her boyfriend’s dead balls, well one ball, she ate the other one. So, I took her worthless clit. In an old cigar box on my mantle I have the ball and clit of dead stupid lovers. Who says I am not a romantic?

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