His name was Francis, he was a weak little man that had no idea I was going to kill him. He was excited to be in one of my movies, he wanted to be a star… and he was going to be the star… the star of my latest snuff movie. He was so so happy when I led him out to the stage but when he saw no one else but me there with ropes in my hands he was a little confused. He protested when I tied him up but what the fuck was he going to do about it? He was a weak little bitch it’s not like he could fight me. Once he was restrained I beat him slowly and mercilessly until he was a bloody mess begging for death. Little bitch boy cried the whole time too guess that’s what little faggots do huh? Should have known he would be a little bitch with a name like Francis.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
I killed that little bitch
Collecting Daddy’s Money
Daddy doesn’t like it when people are slow to pay him for his services. So, he will often give them a few warnings before resorting to strong arming them. They are expecting this and try their best to avoid him, so he sends me in as a type of distraction. He had learned that the club was having a patching party and needed some girls for entertainment. He volunteered me and sent me in with clear instructions to make sure I came back with the money or the guys dick. He didn’t care which one. I love motorcycle men. They are hot and so so bad. I packed my bag and off I went. I put on some fishnets, vinyl, chains and lots and lots of jewelry. And of course, I had already had a body wax, so my pussy and tight little shit hole were nice and smooth. I joined the other girls, dancing around on the bikes, poles and giving lap dances. I then saw their president and danced my way over to him, convincing him to take it to a private room. He was enamored and caught off guard but quickly agreed. I closed and locked the door behind us, sat him in a chair and gave him a lap dance. I bent down to give him a look at my sweet holes and grabbed the handcuffs that I had previously put under the chair. I slapped them on his arms and attached them to the chair. I then swiftly attached a ball gag to his mouth and got down to business. I let him know that I had come to collect what was owed to daddy and I would either leave with the money or his body parts. He squirmed trying to get out but once I pulled out the knife from under the chair he calmed. I asked if he had the money and he stared at me, no response. So, I took the knife and put it against his cheek, slightly going into the skin causing blood to trickle down. He winced but still stared blankly. I removed his vest and started to unbuckle his pants. And can you believe it the fuckers dick was rock hard. I took my knife and ripped apart his boxers and there was the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Hmmmm I think cutting it off can wait. I am going to have a little fun with it first………………. to be continued
Bloody Phone Sex Fun
Sunday was bloody phone sex Sunday! I am a sick bitch. I like the sight of blood. A lot of blood often means a lot of pain. For you, not me. My knives are my best friend. I have over 1,000 in my collection. I have vintage knives too. My grandfather ran a private prison. It was eventually shut down by the feds because of his cruel and unusual punishment techniques. I take after him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. The difference between us is that I am not torturing incarcerated criminals. I like to make women, men and brats alike bleed. Not just the bad ones either. Granddad only tortured inmates. When his prison was shut down, I inherited everything the feds didn’t take. I have some knives and torture devices from the 40s and 50s and even earlier because he was a collector too. Grandpa had and old cabin in the woods complete with a torture chamber in the basement. I inherited that too. It is three counties away, a 2-hour drive. I make that drive weekly because it is my kill shack. I was there last night because I performed a ritualistic kill in honor of my granddad’s birthday. He would have been 90 yesterday. I picked up this female grifter. I had seen her in action, and she thought she could con me, but the joke was one her. I knew what she was before she spoke. Grandpa liked to make his torture fit the crime, so I tied her up and chopped off her fingers first. I took each finger with a different knife. She likes to pick pockets and boost gift cards, so I took her fingers and her hands slowly and meticulously. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming and crying too. Grandpa would have been proud because I tortured her for hours before I turned her into a snuff victim. She would have been caught eventually and put in prison. I saved the taxpayers money and had some fun. It was Sunday Funday after all.
Danse Macabre
You said that you’d never be happy until you had taken everything from me. I didn’t really believe you though. As I lie on the bed gurgling up red spray onto my sweaty skin I can see it in your eyes that you meant every macabre word. I suppose that you hadn’t planned to become the kind of man that would cross such a line, did you? Now looking down at me knowing that you’ll have me entirely anyway that you want you’re prepared to have sex with dead bodies. You’re alright with one dead body being fucked by you anyway, right?
You smirk while the knowledge of your plan spreads through my mind like a virus. You plan to take me apart and defile me once I’m gone, don’t you? I know that you like control, I just didn’t realize how far it spread. I won’t feel the pain you intend to inflict. I won’t feel your vile sexual wrath being unleashed on me. I’ll watch you with dead motionless approving eyes. I’ll die knowing that this might not be the only time that you make use of my lifeless corpse for your ultimate and final domination over me.
Teen Rape Porn Is Today’s Game, Let’s Hunt
My weekend plans are to go hunting. I had a request to serve up a nice brutal teen rape porn session for a good friends Bachelor party. He’s just your standard Satanist and is all about some young bald cunts and tight pieces of ass to plow into bloody ripped up vaginas and assholes. He is so fucking brutal and with his Hell’s Angels chapter they really love to send their main man off to marry with the best luck. A good luck ritual for bachelors is to abduct and sacrifice 3 young virginal things. These guys love the sweet bald pussy of a ginger threesome. I found just the prize for the 20 plus Satanist Bikers that were going to be attending this filming. Oh, of course I am fucking filming this shit. I will lead the three young virgin sisters with their flowing ginger locks right into the wolfs den for them to destroy with their animalistic desire.
Offing the Pet Daddy Let me Keep
So, when I am bored and daddy gives me permission to play, I log onto the dark web to a website where guys pay me to show them my beautiful, hot sexy body and any other naughty, evil stuff they have in mind. Sometimes they have a person with them, and we torture them together. It is so fucking hot. I haven’t been on in a while, so my requests were blowing up. I was reading through the list and this one request caught my attention. He had a passed-out cunt with him and wanted to off her. Bingo, that was my first. I sent him a hefty invoice and waited for my PayPal to ring with payment. I got all set up and dialed his digits. He wasn’t a bad looking guy and the girl was passed out, but I couldn’t see her face. No worries didn’t care. He pulled out his dick and asked me to get him hard and make him cum. Dude, I could do this in my sleep. I stood up, undressed and shoved my nice, bald, fat pussy as close to the webcam as possible. I them spread my pussy lips so he could get a close of my clit and labia. I stepped back and dude was rock hard. I sat down, spread my legs wide and started fingering myself with one hand and pinching my nipples with the other. I rubbed my clit until it was nice and hard and then positioned myself closer and squirted my cum all over the lens. Dude blew the biggest load. He then asked if he paid more could I help him off his friend. Damn right I can do that. He deposited more money and we got to business. I still couldn’t see the bitches face, but I could see her naked body. I told him to spread her legs wide and start fingering that pussy. He did and the passed-out girl started to moan. I told him to bring her close to climax and then stop and smack her pussy hard. He did this a few times and I tell you I was turned on again. I told him to get a nice sharp knife and bring her to climax and then slit the sluts throat. He did exactly what he was told. My god the power of my pussy over a man is incredible. After he slit her throat her head fell forward and there beside him, bleeding out, was my little pet daddy had given me. I wanted to be sad, but it only made me hotter and just a touch of my fingers brought me to orgasm again.
You May Not Survive My Castration Phone Sex
When a guy calls me and asks me what gets my pussy wet, I tell him castration phone sex. I have no use for most dicks. It must be less than 1% of the men in this world whoI find tolerable. Honestly, with dildos around I rarely need men. I don’t need their cum because I hate little ones. I have no desires to give birth. I have no motherly instincts. That makes it easier for me to snuff out little victims and castrate useless men. Let’s face it. Most of you are useless to me. So, if you don’t want to help me kill some stupid cunt, then offer up your stupid balls. I am sure the world doesn’t need any more men like you running around, so let’s make sure you never procreate. We can castrate you the easy way or the fun way. Personally, I like the fun way. Fun for me at least. I like it when you resist. There are sadly plenty of losers who offer up their balls freely to be removed, but I like a challenge. I want to pursue my victim. I want to catch you, tie you up and take your balls by force. I want it to hurt. I can use broken glass or a rusty knife to make it more dangerous and painful. I can not cauterize the wound too which means castration might turn into snuff sex. Think you can handle me taking your balls? You may not survive my brand of castration.
She shouldn’t have gotten in my car
I picked up a stupid little drunk whore last night, she was so wasted that she thought I was her her Uber and she hopped right on in. Stupid bitch didn’t even notice that I wasn’t going anywhere near her house! Honestly it was so funny I had to laugh, I took her right to my place and helped her inside and she still didn’t notice that she wasn’t home. I stripped her naked and tied her up and left her to sober up, I didn’t want to play with a wasted whore I wanted her to feel everything I did to her. This morning when we woke up she was screaming and trying to break free of her ropes but she couldn’t move at all, all she could do was lay there and accept the punishment I inflicted. I started with my sandpaper dildo and boy did she holler about that but that wasn’t enough for me. I pulled out my biggest meanest dildo, the one with the razor wire embedded in it and when she saw that she screamed until she puked. Then I fucked her until she bled to death on the floor it was hot as fuck.
I’m Not Always The Victim
I bet that you’re tired of these training wheel Dommes that just dip into the shallow end of the BDSM pool. You know that you’re capable of enduring so much more than some light spanking and ass worship. What you need is a cruel and evil Domme. You need to call me and give yourself over to my sadistic phone sex desires. Get your hand off of your cock and read carefully. Do you want to tell me what your limits are? It’s like this, slave. Your limits are up to and including death. You better be prepared to sacrifice yourself to my inner demoness.
Are you afraid? You damn well should be, you should be mortally terrified. I’ll drive you to the edge of your sanity and stretch your pain threshold until you’re a quivering mess of blood and cum and you can’t even remember your own name. Fuck politeness, fuck safe sane and consensual. I am here for more, faster, harder, rougher and I am taking you down with me. I can smell your metallic blood from here and it smells like wicked rapture to me. Your life is going to be snuffed out for my sadistic pleasure.
The Conclusion of the District Attorney is so Bad
Steve grabbed Isabella and bent her over the conference table exposing her sweet little brown hole. He wasted no time ramming his dick right in her ass. Still recovering from the pussy licking Isabella just gave me I turned my attention to Olivia. She just looked like a little cunt. So, what do we do with little cunts? We fuck them. I went to Steve’s desk and opened his “special” drawer and grabbed a nice strap on. I attached it and sat down in the office chair and directed Olivia to come and sit on my lap. Only after Steve screamed “jail or obey” did she finally come over. She slowly started to sit, but I became impatient and pushed her down hard. I told her to ride my cock until she came and that I could tell if she was faking. To help her along I grabbed her tits in my hands and munched on her nipples. I then removed one hand off her tits and stroked her little clit. Too much for her it wasn’t long before she turned bright red and shook from the orgasm. I threw her off me and she landed in the floor, crying hysterically. By that time Steve was done with Isabella’s sweet ass and she too sat in the floor crying. The mom was just sitting in a chair in shock. Steve and I dressed, and we sat down in front of them. Steve told the mom that there would be one final decision for her to make. Beaten down by the ordeal she softly muttered “ok”. He told her that one of her daughters would not be allowed to leave the room alive. She looked on in shock. He told her to pick or they all would be going to jail for a long long time and that he would add on attempting to bribe an official to the charges. She stared blankly and he told her she had one minute to decide. My panties were soaking by this time. Steve is so hot when he is naughty. He started counting down from 10 and as he said 1, the mom blurted out “Olivia”. I was secretly glad because she is a little twat. Olivia stood there in shock and Isabella continued crying. Steve handed me a knife from his drawer, and I walked over, held up her head and slit that little shits throat. Blood was pouring out of her neck. He told the mom and Isabella to dress and to leave. All charges would be dropped. They left in complete shock. I looked at Steve and he could see the desire in my eyes. We fucked right there beside her bleeding body until we were both exhausted. I love working for him.