“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I demanded to my most current victim. They didn’t know how to answer I suppose, they were so fuckin scared of what I was going to do to them. This couple had no idea the amount of torture they were about to go through. No idea the amount of pain I was about to cause them. And you know why I chose them? No fuckin reason in particular. Just didn’t like his cocky attitude or the slutty bitch trying to get attention every chance she could. Well now they’re about to face their consequences on being the dumbest motherfuckers ever. It was TOO easy to lure them here. I approached them and told them I had some cool shit for sale at my house, for super cheap and they didn’t even question me, they came right the fuck over. Didn’t even have to restrain them until Mr.Cocky-Pants thought he was gonna become Mr.Tough-Guy and escape. Ha! Like I said, who do you think you are? Once I have you here, you don’t leave alive. You leave in pieces. Or in my stomach, digesting as my next meal. I had some anger towards these fucks but first wanted him to witness the pain his precious girlfriend was about to receive. She was forced to fuck the biggest black cocks I could find, forced to suck their dicks and beg for their cum. I smiled as she took it all with little whining – what a good little slut. Her man was yelling the whole time so I shut him up real quick and cut off his tongue. After she was fucked useless she assumed she was done, but I assured her that she was still the center of attention just how she liked it. That’s when I forced her little boyfriend to watch me torture her in ways that made her painful screams embed into his very soul. Oh yes, isn’t torture sex fun?
Tag: Mutilation phone sex
Isn’t torture sex fun?
Dirty Little Snuff Sex Addict
Sitting around watching snuff fantasy porn is such a bore. Why do that when you can have the real thing? Out in the real world there are millions of victims waiting to be plucked up and each one deserves to have their lives destroyed. Don’t act like you don’t know it! Those bitches are just toys for people like us. They exist to feed an addiction we were born with.
Take Brenda for example. That whore thought she was soooo cute, but I put an end to that. Now I bet that stupid skank avoids mirrors altogether. Taking her was easy too, all I did was scoop her right off the street. She saw me nearly everyday so for some reason she trusted me. That was a HUGE mistake which I’m sure she’ll regret for the rest of her pathetic life. Yes, I left Brenda alive and it wasn’t to be nice either. After what I did to her I know she wishes she was dead everyday. I’m very glad that she’s too much of a pussy to kill herself because now I get to watch her suffer everyday!
Seeing her disfigured face makes my cunt soaking wet. The way people stare at her like she’s less than human nearly makes me squirt right into my panties. Brenda’s torture never ends and I love it! I gouged her eye out with a spoon that I heated over a fire. Mmm just the memory of her screaming makes my toes curl!!! Of course, that wasn’t enough. An injury like that could easily be covered with eye patch or maybe with plastic surgery she could get a glass eye. That wouldn’t be very much fun now would it? Every time she caught a glimpse of herself I wanted her to remember me so I craved one side of her pretty little face up.
I dug so deep into Brenda’s fragile flesh with a rusty knife that no doctor could fix her. Not that she’s going to even try looking for one because I warned her what would happen if she did. If that dumb slut even thinks about calling a plastic surgeon or worse, the police she knows that something very bad will happen to her. Either I’ll completely destroy what’s left of her face or I’ll leave her so broken and mutated that she’ll need permanent care for the remainder of her sad existence. All it would take is the severing of a limb and a couple quick bashes to her dainty little skull to turn Brenda into a vegetable. Sure, she’s behaving now, but I have no doubt that her day is coming.
Killer Phone Sex: A verse of Demise
Here is a Killer Phone Sex diddy I wrote based off of the Christmas tune so true to my soul rotting in hell version. I am a sinner, but only to those whom are bigger sinners in that they pretend, lie, and cloak their true selves with flesh masks of soccer moms and dads. Those holier than thou are the biggest sinners. Those of deafening religious righteousness only anger me into hate fucking their sullen skulls.
Silent Night, Deadly Night
Nothing insight, but the burial site
Pound yer steak, make no mistake
Unholy varmint, so tender and blight
Rotting in a stench ridden night
Rotting in a stench ridden night
Unholy Dead so rotted and smelly
Hell welcomes them into it’s night
Unholy creatures dredge from below
Unholy hosts chant incantations of murder and sorrow
Undead, the undead have risen
The undead of the netherworld has risen…
Silent Night Deadly night
Son of Sam takes another soul..
Gory secrets from below unfold
Deaths rotting stench fills the nostrils of many
Once the stench is smelt the living become dead
Unholy night, silent cries
Blood curdling screams of death unearthed…
Unliving evil purged and with blight… Unholy night of innocence lost..
Bludgeoning heads of girls so young
Son of Sam makes my dreams cum true… at last…
Blood curdling screams of innocence now gone.
Torture Sex leads to Castration phone sex
Torture sex is exactly what they will get along with their fucking little dicks castrated. That’s right these frat fucks think they can just trot the fuck in a place they DO NOT fucking belong and act like entitled little dicks. Well those little dicks won’t matter when I’m done with them. They think they’re some kind of special, well they are REAL special.
My entourage and I surround the meathead fucktards and took to showing them who’s in charge. A real bawdy mofo with the big mouth was my main focus. I kneed him in the nuts then I proceeded to kick him, dropping his ass. As the asshat was keeled over I took a bottle of 151 and poured in on him and took the lighter as though I was going to set him afire.
Yeah, I really wanted to smell his gross assed flesh burn and stink the place up, NOT! As the fear in his eyes made me fucking laugh I motioned for my guys to pull his ass up. They knew exactly what I wanted one held him up by his arms at hiis back. The other tied his ankles to the kickbar at the foot of the bar then bound his wrists behind his back and hooked him up to the post. The fuckhead was bound and upright as I unzipped his pants yanked my knife out and swung it open. Kneeling down keeping my eyes fixated on this dumb bastard I took the knife slowly along his ballsack. Taking sweet pleasure in torturing him as the blade draws droplets of blood along the base of his balls.
Once I have him whimpering like a bitch I press the shiny sharp tip of my blade right into the center of his balls. I slice right into them as another guy pours Tequila right along the cut. Once I have the ballsack slit open I remove the balls and drop them in a rocks glass. Topping the cocktail off with some gin and vermouth I take the glass and force his frat budy to drink. Forcing him to open his mouth and swallow the balls of his beloved fucktard frat bro I laugh in his face and stab my knife in his gut. Catching the spurting blood as I remove the blade I kneel down rubbing it all over my breasts.
As I finish torturing each one of the fucks with my knives my entourage situate each of them for their final demoralizing. I grab my biggest strap-on as the three of my guys with the biggest cocks work them nice and hard. It is the ass rape porn sodomization of these fucks filmed and live streaming for everyone to see. I take my first choice and my guys do the same as we destroy these asswipes of society.
They don’t deserve to live now do they?
Space Savers
We have all been there haven’t we? Found ourselves in a situation where there is just not enough room to fit everything into a given amount of space. The best way I have found to avoid this is to make sure the person who you have put out of misery is either: 1) Ground up, 2) Dissolved, or 3) Put into a wood chipper. Think of how amazed and jealous your friends will be over your garden when it comes to life due to the death of a pain in the ass Ex.
My favorite way out of all three is the first. However, you cannot just stick someone in a meat grinder. Human bones are very strong, they will tear up the blades or worse yet cause the grinder to become jammed. Not a great situation if you ask Me. The first thing you must do is flay off the skin. Take your time in doing so, see if you can do it perfectly. I am a bit OCD so I consider this My challenge. Then you must debone the subject.
This can also be a challenge due to the sinew in the muscle structure. Also there is cartilage that you must remove, then the finger nails, and teeth. Yes it is a lot of work, but done properly it will save you a lot of time in the long run. At this point you can just grind the meat down. You could make sausage if you wanted to. Serve it to your annoying In-Laws the next time they visit. You will want to dissolve the bone, teeth, hair and finger/toe nails in acid. It will take some time until of course you know of a certain acid that can eat through anything rather rapidly, then use that. Make sure you only use a heavy gauge plastic bin when doing so, because this type of acid will react with everything except for the plastic.
With your ground meat you can seal it in plastic bags, or you can fertilize your lawn, or spread it in the woods, feed it to the fish. What ever you would like. If you wish to keep your prey for what ever reason after the butchering then you will find you can store it in small containers which are more inconspicuous then having huge bio-hazard barrels cluttering up your living room. I hope you found this space saving tip helpful. Until next time…Happy Hunting.
Sitter Smoothies
I decided I need to make myself a little bit of cash. It is not like a have a high set of skills besides murder, death, kill, and rape either. So I was walking on my way home from school and saw a sign for sitter needed hanging on a tree. I took it into my hand and ripped it down. OUCH. The paper snagged my finger causing it to bleed. I smirked a little sticking into my mouth and reading the advertisement. It advertised for a sitter for their three brats so that they could go out. There were phone number tabs on it but I just decided I would cut out the competition and take the whole thing. I called the number when I got home and tried to sound super chipper.
The parents rattled off a list of requirements that came with watching he little ass holes, like no gluten, organic and all that bull shit. I had no problem with it at all. I was ready to just do what I was paid for and leave. When getting ready I made sure to dress like a good little slut and put my hair into two pigtails. When I showed up I acted like a stupid preppy twat with an ear to ear smile. When they left the little maggots and I stood on the front pouch waving good bye to their parents as they pulled out of the driveway with haste. I did not know why they pulled away so fast until the little brats become total fucking terrors. The oldest little bitch kept demanding I make her a smoothie. I did not know what a smoothie was nor was I going to make one for a stuck up bitch who thought she was entitled because mommy and daddy had lots of money.
She would not quit so I decided that I was going to teach that dumb bitch a lesson. Next time she came in to bitch at me what her demands were of me because she felt as though I was working for her I hit that dumb blonde brat over the head and watched her knock to the floor. While she was knocked out I tied her up then put the other two brats up stairs and tied their mouths shut stuffed with a sock. I heard her start to wake up so I went down stairs and straddled her lap. Her eyes got large and she tried to scream past her gag. I giggled as I slid the knife up her torso tearing her shirt. I told her that I was going to make her a smoothie and I was going to fit in everything she loved. She looked puzzled and with that I lopped off her hand. I giggled as I went over to the counter and stuck it into the blended. I mocked her as I ground it up, told her how good she was going to taste to herself. I continued to cut and blend fitting both arms meat into the blender. She started to gurgle and I realized that she was not fun anymore so I shot her in the head so I could start to figure out what to do with the body.
I looked all around and decided I would blend the rest of her up and toss her into an old container to take with me. She fit into a old five gallon bucket in the garage and was surprisingly light. Her bones broke up easily and I knew a friend who would reuse them for various art projects. That is how I could make extra money, I could get rid of the dumb cunts that continued to mess with me and sell their remains to those I know had interest. Look at me being crafty with my skills.
I love a good challenge
I’ve always been good at puzzles, how could I not be? I am so creative and I like to see things fit together just the way they were supposed to… that’s why I’ll take up any challenge to cut a precious lil bitch’s body up and find a way to fit it into any container you have for me. I’ve disposed of many sluts this way and I greatly enjoy the task of trying to fit all those once sweet and breathing body parts into the most obvious or most bizarre containers possible. I like to have my fun experimenting with smaller containers causing me to have to cut her up into nice small pieces, almost like nice beef stew sized pieces. Maybe I’ll even keep a few for my dinner? Hmm, who could turn down free meat? And the fun I had with this delicious meat will make it taste THAT much better, every bite I will remember her struggle and screams and imagine all the blood I caused right until the life left those big doe eyes she had…so whatever I can’t cut up to those little bite size pieces can easily go right into the crock pot for a nice meal tomorrow! After I had done my teasing and torture, and of course had my way with that sweet pink pussy of hers, I made sure to tell her exactly how she was going to die, as I slowly cut her soft skin, she was the color red by the time I was done with her, I made her cry and beg until she couldn’t speak anymore – at last she finally bled out, and even her very own blood is what she tasted before she finally shutup for good. At this point it was so easy to completely saw through her body as she was no longer able to struggle but we all know it is no easy task to cut through bone so I did of course have to pull out my special set of tools. Now I’m going to use those tiny tupperware boxes that look like giant Legos and stuff them all full and bury them throughout the town – it will be quite the scavenger hunt for the police – if they ever grow a brain and even find the first one!
Torture phone sex with Morticia
Have you ever seen a woman give birth? I always thought her fat belly would just go away right after the little shit came out of her. I watched a whore give birth last week and it had me thinking. What would happen to a cunt if the shit bag was pushed back inside. I knew I would need a very big woman and a not so big man. I had the perfect couple in mind. Keri was 32 and she was house bound. Her freaky husband was 38, a shy little man he weighed maybe 130 and 5 foot 4. He loved big fat pussy. Something about a fat woman made his cock drip. That is why Keri weighed over 500 pounds.
This was way too easy. After Her loser of a husband left I walked into the house. She was fast asleep in her fat fucking bed. I was very happy to see that they had a lift in her room. They probably used it for all sorts of creepy shit. As I was strapping her up in it she started to wake up. I giggled as she tried to get away from me. She couldn’t even lift her fat fucking legs. I got her up in the lift and decide to see how big her pussy was. I stuck my fingers into her fat smelly cunt. I was able to stick 4 fingers in there without lube. I grabbed the biggest thing next to me and that was a soda can. I didn’t lube it, I shoved it up there thinking I’d hear her scream. This fat cunt asked me what I was doing! She couldn’t feel anything.. Oh but she would and soon.
When her husband walked into the door he got a welcoming home like he never had before. I smacked him in the back of the head with a frying pan. knocked his wimpy ass out. I tied him up and placed him in the right spot. I think the smell is what woke him up. He was right under her big fat body. I started to lower her down on to his head. Listening to both their screams made my pussy wet. I grabbed a hair brush and started to fuck myself and I shoved this mans head into the pussy he loved so much.
Torture Phone Sex puts Langley on the Rack
The moisture between my legs began to grow and I felt him stick his over sized meat sausage in my hole. I don’t know if it was insanity that was driving him to push my little cunny to the limit but I was sure whatever it was I was going to pay for it with my life. I should have never teased him. I was on the table going to be electrocuted or suffer the most for my comments. It started with Chinese water torture and then escalated to me being hung by my ankles. I am sure he was going to crucify me but I couldn’t say what this freak show reject was going to do. He had nailed my feet to this board and I was now swinging left and right like a pendulum. I knew he had broken my legs and my ass was no longer there from the blow torch he had used earlier. But the worse would be yet to come and I knew that. My parents would be so proud to see how their little brat had turned out. A slut with a coke habit who was getting what she deserved!
I had done so many things up to this point but the painful part was I was not through suffering the consequences of my actions. Using a rusty knife he began to cut away at my skin first, starting with my tits and then leading to my cunny. Pushing it forcefully into my flesh I felt my body shake as the knife sliced through me pulling me apart. I was in the gates of an unburden hell and he was just about to show me how bloody and terrible things would become. Using the bottle, I felt it cut my face open and the bluntness of his cock as he pushed inside of my mouth. He was pushing my head so hard that my toes that were nailed to the board uplifted and I fell to the floor. Blood spilled over me as I toppled on top of my captor. Pulling the knife out of my flesh again he tasted my blood and spit it in my mouth. I closed my eyes but there was no escape there would never be any escape!
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus: Who Do You Want to Snuff Out?
I get asked all the time about my ideal victim. I am rather steadfast in my assertion that I have no type other than a person who has annoyed the crap out of me in some fashion. Age, race, gender… don’t matter to me because worthless fucks come in all shapes and sizes. Self entitled assholes, stupid fucks, whinny brats, needy bitches, small dick losers, are everywhere. But putting all that aside, the type I fantasize about butchering the most is the American Bimbo. Vacuous, attention seeking, drama filled, gold digging, bed hopping, Botox injecting, fake looking whores who give real women a bad reputation.
I have zero tolerance for fake ass stupid bitches. When I see them at the mall shopping on some sugar daddy’s dime, or teetering drunk on stripper heels at some club, or using their plastic parts to get what they want, I’m consumed with sadistic ideas on how to dismember and torture them. I want to inflict insurmountable agony to their fake bodies. I have murderous visions of sawing off big bogus titties and feeding them to a pack of wild dogs. Using pliers to snap off dragon lady finger nails. Peeling the fake tanned skin from their bodies. Violating their bubble butts with a blow torch. Pulling the bleach blonde hair from their heads by the root. Sewing up their whore cunts so they cannot breed brats they can’t feed. Cutting out their tongues so they cannot ask stupid questions or lie. Yanking the ring from their worthless belly buttons with my teeth. My pussy drips at the thought of ridding the world of these dim-witted piranhas.
On second thought, maybe I do have a type. Who wants to hunt with me?