You my Love, have a fantastic flare for the dramatic. When you asked me if I wanted to go out on your airboat I was all for it. I have always wanted to go on one. You said you had to go and get some stuff for our adventure and to meet you back at your place later that day. You left, and I left. You texted me and told me that you were ready. I made my way over. When I stepped onto the boat I saw a camera, a camera pod and a couple of burlap bags that were wiggling around.
I asked you what was in the bags and you said, “Gator bait.” I was sort of excited to see an Alligator in the wild, as I had never seen one. We pulled up to what I would call a ‘shack’. It looked like shit, my excitement waned a bit. You asked me if I had enjoyed the ride out, I said yes then asked what we were doing here. You told me to go inside.
I walked in and there was a pretty nice bed in the shack, a sofa, lighting, a sound system, and what looked like a rack of different costumes. I had no clue what the fuck was going on. You brought in the camera, tri-pod, and the bags, that were still wiggling around like mad. You smiled and asked me if I was ready. I said, “Sure?” You grinned, went over the bed and dumped out the first sack. I thought you had chickens or some other sort of small animal in there, but certainly not the type of mammal that fell out of the bags.
I asked you were you got these, and you said that that was your secret. I looked down at them. They were small, rags stuffed into their mouths, then duct tape over that, chubby hands and chubby ankles tied tightly. Their eyes filled with unshed tears. They were looking up at me. They were so scared they were trembling. You came out and had a hood on and your ink was completely covered over. You told me that you wanted me to work the camera, that the people who you work for needed new content. You showed me what to do then walked around to the bed.
I made sure I had you in focus and you began. The minute you ripped the duct tape off, and removed the rags, the screaming started and it didn’t stop until they were too damaged to make any loud noises. Their breath was coming in shallow waves. You came up behind me and pulled me outside. You told me very quietly that I was to follow you with the camera.
I did as you said to do. You took them outside, one by one you pierced through their abdomen with a huge hook, then you slapped one by one into the dark murky water. Then you dangled them over the water, allowing their blood to drip down into the darkness In no time at all a gator was jumping up to take the bait. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. One by one you feed the Gator.
After you were done you told me that the Gator came around ever since you started to come here because it knew it would get fed. You asked me if I had a good time, I told you, “Hell yes!” We packed up everything, got on the boat and left. You told me that I had an open invitation to join you and help film anytime I wanted. I plan on taking you up on your kind offer, not just once, but many times.
Killer phone sex was on his mind. He is a creative caller. His calls make my pussy wet. He didn’t want to kill me. He wanted me to help him kill his wife. She is a boring bitch. She is dominant and doesn’t do anything kinky in the bedroom like his phone mistress does. I am a subby bitch. Never say no, especially if I am high. With her out of the way, his favorite submissive whore could move in. He couldn’t kill her, however, because they always suspect the husband first in a wife’s death. I wanted to be a good murderer for him. I binge watched the ID channel and that Netflix show How to Make a Murderer or something like that. When he had a good alibi with his son, I broke into his place and stabbed her to death. It was such a thrill driving the knife into her tender flesh and feeling the blood splatter all over me. I was getting a taste for killing. I ransacked the place and stole jewelry and silver and shit. I wanted to make it look like a robbery gone bad. I even fucked her cunt with a dildo to make it look like someone was exploring their rape phone sex fantasies. I enjoyed it way too much. It has been weeks and the city is still looking for a murdering robber. The police checked out my sadistic boyfriend, but no evidence points to him. I can’t wait to kill again. Can I be your accomplice?
