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A Sadist’s Home Movie

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We wanted to make a film, one that we could enjoy…and one that we could send to our next victims; we thought it’d be the perfect cruel joke. It was all set-up.

The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved like a Halloween pumpkin.

I dug the teeth of the saw into the woman’s flesh, just enough to imprint the edges; then, I pressed down, the faintest little trickle of blood falling down her forearm and wrist. She yelped with the gag in her mouth; I always enjoy those first few cuts while they are cognizant. It only slightly burned, but she knew that was only the beginning. I patiently sawed through tissue and bone above her right knee; it wouldn’t be a fatal wound and I didn’t want it to be. The sinew and corpuscles were completely visible as the dead leg hit the floor. She wasn’t thinking about her daughter anymore; isn’t it funny how our attention can change at the drop of a pin!

I was happy that the daughter had quit screaming; I looked once more and saw my accomplice shoving his cock into the hole where her small little nipple had been. Returning my attention to my victim, I sliced off her fingers, one by one, with the hedge trimmers. Then, I completed my tasks by removing her other limbs the same as I had done her right leg. She was a stub of a person, now. I untied her and threw her on the ground near the door. I taunted her, “Run, run. This is your chance.” I laughed as she continually fell and struggled.

Finally, when she had given up, I raised her by the hair and slashed her throat, making sure that the camera caught a close-up of her face. Yes, I would watch that over and over again later. The smell of death permeated the room; my accomplice and I were pleased with ourselves. We stuffed the bodies into a garbage can that we’d leave outside of the local daycare.

Mummy’s Revenge

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I saw an advertisement on an online bulletin board that intrigued me; it was a college brat who wanted revenge against his pregnant girlfriend. I wasn’t sure if he was serious, but his anger sounded genuine and worth checking out. Sure enough, when we met at a coffee shop, he didn’t blink when he told me that he wanted his ex-girlfriend dead for cheating on him. I contrived a plan and he agreed.

We kidnapped that whore and tortured her, taking turns beating her with 2×4 planks of wood with nails that ripped her flesh. He struck her pussy with the sharp objects, laughing manically as she bled and cried in pain. She begged for her life, stupid bitch. We extracted each one of her teeth, her skull bleeding profusely. And, then he fucked her mouth with his hard cock while whispering that he was going to do the same to pink flesh inside of her. He was glad that he hadn’t gouged her eyes yet…because the look of horror was priceless.

I took the liberty of carving out her belly, flopping open the flesh and pulling the spawn out of her. She had several minutes to watch her ex-boyfriend spin it on his cock before bleeding out. Then, I told him that I wanted to mummify the spawn, fix it so that he could unwrap it and always fuck it whenever he wanted. I drained the blood and began the embalming process while he kicked around the corpse of his ex.

Today, I read in the paper that some stupid moron had jumped from a building; apparently, he had left a note that described his guilt and the horrid details of killing his ex alone. He was inconsolable, people said, because he learned that she was carrying his spawn. What a fuck-ton, I thought and laughed as a I finished my coffee. The paper didn’t mention anything about the mummified spawn; I guess he didn’t want to be remembered as a complete monster…what a douche-bag wimp!

Teenage Head

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Teen phone sex with a mortician is quite different than anything you’ve ever experienced… My wicked impulses and bloody appetite are unlike anything you’ve ever seen—and too cruel to even depict in films, which wouldn’t do the thrill justice.

I’ve been a little swamped with work lately, and that’s fine because I love my work. However, fixing bodies for their loved ones is not what enough to satiate my darkness. Sensing this, one of my friends asked me to come over; and, though I politely said “No,” he persisted. When I arrived, he had a young girl strapped to a chair, gagged with a handkerchief. He looked at me and watched as a smile spread across my cherry red lips.

I wondered how he had found someone so young, and he told me that he had put out a couple of advertisements for a babysitter, which was a perfect ruse. He had selected this one because he believed that she would appeal to me and because (he confessed) she had big tits. I rolled my eyes, but I was pleased with his selection.
We spent the entire night torturing the teen; my friend, poking large holes in her nipples and ripping the tissue off. Then I stabbed the pink tissue, watching the blood gush. He tore off her pants and panties, too; her eyes widened, thinking we were going to indulge our rape fantasies. And, we were, just not the way she thought.

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I grabbed a machete and began cutting through her neck, that tender skin. How beautiful it was to watch the grey color wash over her face as she breathed her last laborious breath! I continued to carve the head, take slivers of the brain for some soup that I planned to make. And this left my friend to her torso, which he straddled and began fucking. As he was about to cum, he placed his fingers inside the gaping hole where her head used to be; I watched his ass cheeks clinch as he came in the corpse. How silly, I thought; I much preferred not to play with my food. He began looking at the head; after I carved her up really good, I’d let him have it…I knew he wanted to put his dick in her sweet teenage mouth. After all, he had planned to do this in order to cheer me up—and it had worked!

I Love The View

 

torture phonesex angieI haven’t had the urge to crash a funeral in a long time. But yesterday the desire was over whelming! Looking in the obituaries I was happy to see that there were four viewings scheduled almost back to back that I could make. To my delight one was very young, one was a young adult and two were elderly. It isn’t often that I get a variety like that in one day. I do so love the little ones and the young adults, it is usually the elderly. But when I am in this mood dead flesh is dead flesh and the rush is awesome. I put on my black dress with my little hat and veil that keeps the family from seeing my face and hides the looks of pleasure when I am at the coffin, touching the cold body while positioning my self in a way that I can rub my hot cunt at the same time. The first of the four was a gentleman that looked like he had lived a long life. Even in death the mischief on his face was evident and I knew he was a cantankerous man. Touching his lips and running my hands over his corpse was just a tease for what I really wanted, the very young one, which was viewing number three. He was the one that gave me the most pleasure. I was able to get to the coffin just as they were closing it and I slipped a trinket from his hands, a small wooden baseball bat that his family had placed there because he loved to play ball so much. When I got home I laid in bed thinking of his feel and the way he looked and as mu cunt got wet I fucked myself with his little bat! The orgasm was out standing! I don’t know why I wait so long in between funerals when I love it so much!torture phonesex viewing

Necrophilia phone sex

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Necrophilia phone sex can be so HOT! It takes all kinds. And I am not one to judge. I mean, I wouldn’t want anyone to judge me. I like the hunt. The stalking. The moment of the take. That is what does it for me. I like to take my time and enjoy them. Watch them squirm. Listen to them beg. I like to play with my prey like a good pussy does. I like to slowly cut their clothes off. I use an EXTRA big knife, just to make sure it is extra scary. Then comes the cleaning. The scrubbing. And the bondage, All things that REALLY turn me on. But I also really enjoy watching. I want to watch you play with my pray also. I want to watch you fuck her. I want to watch you stretch her open as I wrap my fingers around her throat and slowly choke the life out of her. I want to watch her spasming on your hard cock. And then. I want to watch you fuck her dead body till you shoot your load deep inside of her!

Dying with a Stiff Cock, in the hands of a Psychotic Bitch…

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I have been having wet dreams about strangling you, as you lay fast asleep in my bed. While you are asleep, I go into the garage and grab a long electrical chord, wrap it around your neck, tighten it, tie a slip knot (tying each end of the chord to the left and right bed posts; above your head).  You wake up with fear in your eyes. You look at me, grab your neck and gasp for air!!!!  I approach you; pretending that I do not know what happened.  I act like I am trying to set you free.  Instead, I tighten the cord.   I lie, telling you not to worry.  I tell you to wait where you are (HAHAHA).  I go into my bedroom dresser drawer and grab a long pair of scissors.  I close the blades; insert them inside of the extension chord and begin to twist (removing the slack).  I pretend that I am trying to break open the wire and  release you.   You look up at me with desperation in your eyes, gasping, coughing, wheezing.  Mucus and phlegm spew from your mouth and nose.  You sweat profusely; shivering (you already begin to smell like death).  HAHAHA-you stink!!!  I tell you not to worry.  I lie, I tell you that I will save you.  I climb on top of you and tell you to hold on-not to give up!!  With tears in your eyes, you grip your neck, ,take your last breath, and then…… you become limp. FINALLY, you are dead (with a hard cock).  My work is done here.  I suck your cock and then get on top of you (inserting your dead, but stiff cock inside of my asshole).  I rub my pussy and ride your deceased cock, until I cum all over it.  Come sleep with me.  My bed is open.

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Collection of Scissors

tool picThere are so many medical instruments I could use to dissect my victims whether they are dead or alive but one of my favorite choices is scissors. I believe scissors are much more personal than a knife or even a sharp scalpel. When using scissors, you get to feel every bit of flesh material slicing with each and every snip. The terror in the victim’s eye just sends chills throughout my entire body from the feeling of the continuous cutting. I can cut into the flesh precisely so that it looks more like a work of art than some deviant act. Like cutting up paper dolls, it looks like the shape I desire them to be. Perhaps it looks extreme when I completely snip off eyelids, nipples, and even the stupid bitch’s clitoris. Who gives a fuck when you are having fun with a sharp pair of scissors in your hands. However, that is all so trivial when in comparison to cutting them open so you can slice their heart out. Hmm, I wonder who will be the next one for me to cut up?

I didn’t See Anything….

imageedit_41_6089133888My boyfriend’s friend betrayed him-It was time for the MOTHERFUCKER TO DIE!!!!! We invited the traitor out to a cozy cabin, in the outskirts of town-desolate, the only cabin in existence for miles.  We told (I will call him traitor-Joe-HAHAHA) that we were having a party of sorts.  He was to be tortured, killed and fucked when dead.  Joe arrived and was immediately lured into our bedroom.  The lights were dim.  I laid on the bed naked.  I asked him to tell me if he ever thought of fucking me and if today was his last day on earth, would he want to have me.  He said that if today were his last day on earth, he would want to be fucked by my boyfriend/his soon to be ex friend. I got up, wrapped myself in a satin sheet that was on the bed and left the room ( I sat outside of the room with my ear glued to the door).
Soon after-wards, I heard the sounds of sex…. moans, grunting, skin slapping-fucking and sucking  noises….followed by chilling screams, pleading, and then sounds of bones crushing, stabbing, a neck breaking, flesh tearing and blood splattering.  My boyfriend called me into the room and was covered in blood.  He told me to watch him fuck Joe, the way he fucked him over.  I looked at Joe’s mutilated corpse and I watched my boyfriend mount his corpse and shove his cock inside of his ex friend’s bloody ass.  After a few seconds, he let out a loud moan, pulled out of him and shot his cum all over the bloody corpse.
JOE GOT HIS WISH (HAHAHAHAHA)!!!!!!!

Silent Poison

Pandora 9This past weekend, I decided to take it off from work and go out drinking. I had no idea how my night was going to turn out or how it will end. But either way, I will have enjoy the outing. So when I got to the club, I went straight to the bar to start drinking the night away. After a few shots, I realized I was being watched. It was a couple that just could not stop looking at me and followed me every where I went in the club. I thought how much fun this could be for me so I took the first move and introduced myself to them. It was so obvious to me that the couple’s lust for me was strong and I decided to take advantage of the situation. So I brought them back to my place for some more privacy but they are in for a surprise. So I gave them drinks as I allured them into my bedroom. Things started to get really hot as our clothes ended up on the floor and taking turns sucking on the guy’s cock. Moments after he fucking me and I was licking his girlfriend’s cunt, they both became subdued by the poison I put into their drink. Stupid bitches! They didn’t even know who they were dealing with. For that is what you get, when a you seek after a one night stand. Now I wonder what fun medical experiments I can do to this lifeless couple.

The faces of my victims

Pandora 8Every now and then I find that my previous victims come to visit me. But the thing is that none of them are living. Yes, I am talking about their ghost that appear to me in some kind of form. I am not terrified by them but turned on but their presence. They think by slamming doors, taking my scalp to dart it across the room, or even showing a ghostly figure of themselves will scare the shit of me … that just makes me want to fuck with them even more. Or perhaps the try to disrupt me from my work of doing autopsy on the dead and even when I am performing sinister medical experiments on the living. I will just teach them a lesson by snatching one of their family members or a loved one to prove my point. I don’t care if I invoke their rage where I make a person that id close to them as my next victim. It makes it quite interesting how they try to stop me in their actions and at the same time scary the one I am torturing. But hey, that is ok … since I don’t mind seeing all the faces of my victims. Alive or Dead.