The 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.
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A Real Snuff Porn Documentary
Hunting for Food or Fun?
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.
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
Most 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.
From 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.
Just 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?
Ass Rape Porn: Brutal rape porn fantasy
Ass rape porn is no shock for me, in fact I have done a few in my time, usually with a twisted lover who wanted to film our escapades. So the dream I awoke from with my panties all smeared with orgasms had me in shock. I had a brutal rape porn fantasy that just won’t let me rest. I mean it was so fucking hot I wanted it to be for real.
I was asleep with my upstairs balcony door open letting the breeze in. That wasn’t all that was let in. I had become gagged, bound and was being raped over and over again by numerous faceless assailants. I think at least one was female even and was raping me with a spiral knife blade. It felt like cold steel ripping up the inside of my anus and she kept shoving it in deeper and deeper all the while my cunt was being penetrated with two cocks at once stretching my cunt wide open. By the time I awoke I think I came a dozen times!
Medieval Torture Sex: Weapons of Destruction
Torture sex is my favorite. I know it is hard to believe, but I am a glutton for punishment. A total pain slut. I’m attracted to cruel dominant men. I’m not talking spankings or even floggings or cannings. I want to experience serious pain; come inches to dying; need medical assistance. I can’t have an orgasm without pain. I have my own collection of weapons that Masters sometimes have to be encouraged to use on me because they are deadly.
I recently procured a medieval spiked mace and sword. Nice addition to my collection. It is very menacing, very deadly if used correctly. The problem is that I can’t use it on myself. I knew just the man who would. I called Master Louis. He came right over. The thought of hurting me had his dick rock hard. He is a twisted mother fucker who loves destroying the looks of hot bitches. When I showed him my new toy, I mean weapon, he practically salivated .
We went to my basement. He laid down plastic and strung me up. With glee in his eyes, he began to spin the mace balls. One shot to the stomach and it was an instant blood fest. The spikes ripped my flesh. He hit me several more times with it. I could feel the blood pouring out of me. I was turned on by the pain. The plastic beneath me was covered in my blood. Looked like a snuff porn had been filmed. Aroused by the blood. I wanted him to hit me in the face with it, but he was too much of a wuss. I taunted him, called him a coward and finally, one of the spiked balls hit me in the jaw. That was the last thing I remember before waking up in the ER.
I’m healing up nicely. But it is only a matter of time before someone else tortures me. Maybe it will be you?
Castration Phone Sex with Junk Removal Expert Venus
Castration phone sex can take on several forms. It can be fantasy or it can be real. On phone however, you have to have the balls to do it, lol! I am more than happy to encourage you, instruct you, taunt you about why you don’t deserve your worthless balls, but ultimately you have to be the one to sever your sperm bank from your body to ensure that your stupid, pathetic ass cannot reproduce. This world has enough stupid fucks running around, it certainly doesn’t need any more. I offer junk hauling services for a premium price. You have old junk or damaged junk or worthless junk or small junk, even just dirty junk, I will haul it away for a per inch rate. Sometime, regardless of your desires, I will take your junk for free because I can spot junk that has no value whatsoever and never will, a mile away.
I’ve been a junk removal expert since I was a little girl. I remember the day clearly. It was Halloween. I was dressed as a little nun. I knocked on a neighbor’s door. He invited me in because he had to go get more candy from the basement. He had me come down stairs to help him carry the bags. That was the first, and last time, anyone ever had the upper hand on me. He had his dirty old pecker out; he forced me down on it and I bit his junk like I was biting into a chocolate bar. Little girl teeth are razor sharp. Did you know that? Old Mr. Bauman certainly did not. I was like a rabid dog between his legs. I gritted down, and shook my head back and forth, never letting loose of my vice grip on his sorry old dick. His blood coated my face as I tore his dick off at the base with my little girl teeth. I was in front of him, on all fours like a dog returning a toy. I dropped it at his feet and left.
He fell to the ground, moaning, shaking, bleeding all over his basement floor. I washed my face, used his toothbrush to get rid of my bad dick breath, and went back to trick or treating. He never reported me. Of course he wouldn’t. Molesting a little girl would have put him in lock up, and we all know what happens to p men in prison. Old Mr. Bauman would never take advantage of anyone ever again. As I grew up, I encountered more Mr. Baumans. The world is filled with men who do not deserve their dicks or their balls. Sometimes losers are very self aware and hire me for my junk removal services. Other times, I am rather philanthropic, and haul it for free.
Mutilation Phone Sex Pain
Sometimes callers baffle me with mutilation phone sex. The land of torture can be quite perplexing when done correctly. This caller had me going so far that when I squirted..
Well let me replay the sequence of events for your pleasure! …
I place my tits on the small wooden block, I hear the nail gun and the hissing noise that comes after. I scream as a nail plummets into my flesh like a dagger. He tells me to spread my legs and tie them to the table. He mounts the drill sideways and drives it into my foot. I scream but that did not stop him! He produces some wire and ties them through the holes in the table.
I realize quickly that he is going to take a table saw and try to cut me in half! He quickly mounts the blade and starts the engine. He pushes the saw forward and moves closer to my pussy. The rotating blade is only inches away from my pussy. Seeing my wet pussy gives him a hard on. Undoing his pants he enters me. I try to fight but there is no use I cannot move. His cum lands on my stomach. He pulls his pants back up and restarts the engine to the saw.
He pushes the saw into my pussy cutting it to pieces. I feel my pubic bone crack at the site of the saw but he keeps pushing. The place in front of the blade where my pussy was is now gushing with blood. I don’t know if I am screaming in pain or if I want to cum! I can’t really tell! My head jerks violently from the right to the left! Rupturing my belly my guts fly up hitting him in the face! He continues to push the saw up until it reaches my heart. The last he hears from me is a gurgling sound as my heart is ripped to pieces and I drown in my own blood.
I hear him groan and cum and the dial tone ends the call. What will be your dark desire? I am here to fulfill your murder phone sex fantasies and dreams! I love the twisted and kinky ! Can’t you tell?
Torture Phone Sex for a True Killer Fantasy
Torture phone sex for a true killer fantasy begins with me! I am a sick twisted bitch! I just got off the phone with someone who wanted to release me after they had finished torturing me. I am looking for the guy who won’t let me go! I want him to hunt me like prey just like these gang members did! I want him to rip that brat from my rotten flesh and choke the shit out of me with the little nappy head’s chord of life! I seek to have him cut a living organism out of me! Maybe eating the flesh will serve him good as well!
Once he hears my voice the rules for release go out the window! I want him to be a cold calculated killer that will beat the shit out of me and just be what he is; a cold killer that lusts for my blood! I guess there is a true art to being a cold calculated killer! A killer that will crush my bones and eat my flesh! I think I get a kick out of being hurt or watching someone hurting me and it looks just like you are the person to do it!
I am not one for the squeamish the amount of torture I want to endure must equal his dark nature. If you don’t enjoy the idea of torture, blaspheme and fantasy rape then I know I am not the girl for you! But, if your soul thirst for blood and you can get as twisted with your desire as I can, then let’s talk!
Make sure the knife is not dull, and the duct tape you plan to use on me is strong! I don’t want to be able to get away! Make sure the ax is sharpened and when you deliver that blow to my neck, it severs my head completely off. You can take my head and position it on your cock and shoot your load in there. The colder my body the more you will cum! If it’s sick and dark let’s do it together because, whore’s like me don’t deserve to live!
The Sweet Sound Of Terror
The sweet sound of terror fills the air. The shrills of the screams send shivers of delight up and down my spine. I sit here in my antique winged back chair sipping Brandy, listening to the sounds of the fire crackle. The flames are dancing in the hearth in unison to the shrill sounds of pain. It is almost as if they are as happy as I am by the sound. My fingers find their way to my nipples and slowly encircle the hardening buds under the thin cloth of my gown. It has almost been thirty minutes now the flesh should be eaten almost to the bone. Smiling I get up to make my way to him. The cage i have devised is genius and I can move it from body part to body part, leaving it there for 30 min increments. Rats have the most beautiful, sharp teeth and will gnaw the flesh all the way to the bone if I leave them in one place long enough. Sometimes I sit and watch, sometimes I like to remove myself from sight and listen while my imagination fills with images. This is one such night. I simply want to enjoy the knowledge that he is in pain and is filled with fear not knowing when or if I will return to end this or to prolong it. Using rats as my little minions is perfection for me.