Category: Killer phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Teen Rape Porn Gets Messy When Teacher Layla Breaks Up Fight

Teen Rape PornOopsie! I think I might be the worst teacher ever, but like, I’m definitely the hottest. My life is basically a teen rape porn scene come to life, especially since I started working at this school. I was just standing there in my teeny tiny pencil skirt trying to remember how to spell “cat” or something, when suddenly Britney and Nadia just started screaming!

 It was totally crazy because they’re both, like, super pregnant by the same guy, which is so messy. Instead of being mad at him, they decided to try and kill each other right in front of my desk! Britney, that poor blonde thing, had a sharp pencil, but Nadia brought a whole knife to school! I just stood there biting my lip because I didn’t want to break a nail, you know?

Then squish Nadia accidentally poked her knife right into Britney’s big tummy. It was so gross, like, her insides started coming out and everything! I just screamed and called Mr. White, our principal. He’s so scary and tall, but he always looks at my chest instead of my eyes, so I know he likes me. Everything went blurry after the sirens started. 

Britney was rushed away, and Nadia was crying so hard, but Mr. White didn’t call the police for her. He just grabbed us both and whispered that he had a “special place” where he handles discipline. He took us to this dark, private basement at a secret location. It’s so spooky down here, but kind of exciting? Nadia was shaking so much on the big metal table, and then surprise! 

The baby started coming right then and there! I didn’t even know what to do, so I just did what Mr. White told me. He’s so bossy and powerful. While he was dealing with the situation, he had me get real close to Nadia. I started playing with her nipples to keep her “distracted” while Mr. White took control of everything.

I’m just a silly girl, but I can tell Mr. White is going to keep us here for a long, long time. He said we’re his little secrets now. I’m just following orders and keeping Nadia “busy” while he decides what to do with us in the dark. It’s so much more intense than a normal classroom!

After the little one was born right after with blood still being on the infant girls body, Mr. White decided to stick his fat cock up the little one’s bottom while tossing her up and down while she screamed loudly. Then Nadia got really pissed but couldn’t do anything about it. Now it was her turn to get played with next. Mr. White ripped her pants off and started fingering her wet pregnant pussy and started raping the fuck outta her! Call me for more context Clues… (To Be Continued)

Accomplice Phone Sex is Better For Pleasure and Ruining

Sadistic Morticia, your Accomplice Phone Sex  huntress. Tonight, we are on the hunt to decapitate a bitch with my partner. The two of us chose to drive to Washington State.
Lured her into the woods. The rest is history.
First, I grip the knife tighter while my lover’s eyes burn with rage.
Then I whisper, “She’s yours tonight, baby. Let’s make her scream for Satan.” Moreover, I love being the one who drives her into the trap.
Consequently, when she trips and falls, I pounce and pin her down so he can tape her mouth shut. Soon, we drag the struggling bitch to the clearing where the black altar waits.
Furthermore, I strip her naked while he chants low and dark. Next, I hold her head back by the hair so he can carve the pentagram across her tits.

Accomplice Phone Sex and The Pleasure of The Hunt

As a result, her muffled screams only make my pussy wetter. In fact, I laugh when he finally saws through her neck with the ritual blade. Her head comes off with a wet pop, blood spraying hot across my thighs.
Immediately, he lifts the dripping skull and forces his throbbing cock straight into the severed throat. I watch him skull-fuck the dead bitch while I finger myself furiously.
“Harder,” I hiss, “fuck her dead face for Satan.” He pounds deeper, groaning as warm blood and brains coat his shaft.
Meanwhile, I kneel and lick the cum and gore dripping from her lips. In the end, we leave her headless body spread on the altar, cum leaking from the ragged neck stump.
Finally, I kiss my lover with blood still on my tongue and whisper, “Next one’s mine to hunt.”
I am Morticia, the sadistic accomplice who lives for the hunt, the decapitation, and the filthy skull-fucking that honors our Dark Lord.
Nothing gets me hotter than helping him destroy what he once loved… and turning it into pure Satanic worship. Hail Satan
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Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

Knife Play Phone Sex

I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

Cheap Phone Sex with Layla and Her Secret Raw Fuck Sessions

Cheap Phone SexI’m huddled in the corner of this damp basement, flinching every time I hear a heavy footstep on the floorboards above my head. Offering cheap phone sex is the only flickering bit of light I have left in this hellhole, and I’m using these few minutes of silence to find someone who wants to hear what it’s really like down here. My skin is cold, my wrists are raw from the rusted chains, and I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold the phone steady against my ear.

 I don’t have the luxury of acting like a princess; I’m a woman who has been broken down to nothing, and now I’m just a piece of property waiting for the next man to decide what he wants to do with me. I’m giving you the ultimate intense fuck session of your life because, at this point, the pain is the only thing that makes me feel like I’m still breathing.

I wasn’t always this hollowed out version of a person, but life has a way of stripping everything away until you’re just a body. I remember when my husband first sold me off just to catch his next high; I fought like a wild animal at first, but you can only take so many hits to the ribs before you learn to stay down. Now, I keep my eyes glued to the concrete floor and I do exactly what I’m told without a single word of protest. 

My pussy is constantly swollen, bruised, and aching from the way these guys use me like a communal rag, but I’ve learned to find a sick kind of comfort in the weight of them. I’m the secret they keep locked away, the one they pass around until I’m covered in their filth and left to rot until the next round starts. That’s the kind of raw, unfiltered energy I’m bringing to this call. 

I want to tell you exactly how it feels when they pile on top of me, and how the only thing that keeps me going is the heavy protein I’m forced to swallow just to stay upright. I want to describe the grit of the floor against my back and the way I submit like a good little bitch because I know what happens if I don’t. I’m not looking for a hero; I’m looking for someone who wants to hear the truth about what it’s like to be owned.

I can hear them coming back now, the heavy boots getting closer to the door. I’m wide awake, I’m terrified, and I’m desperate for you to pick up before they take the phone away again. Call me now while I still have a voice.

Mutilation Phone Sex With Scalpels And Acid

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes you crave blood, I will be your accomplice whore today, going out to find  the perfect victim, a young innocent virgin, what better place to look than the park, found the naive little slut in record time, not even ten minutes and she is in the back seat, screaming and begging for her mommy.  

By the time we get back to Masters dungeon the little cunt soiled herself, her pretty pink dress all soiled and wet, shaking with fear, a face full of tears. 

Stop your fucking whining, you should not have talked to strangers I spat! Making her scream louder, a punch to the face and a little hair pulling finally shut her fucking mouth. 

Running her a scorching hot bath to get her all cleaned up and ready to be mutilated, the bath was far too hot which made her cry yet again,  

 I’ve already sharpened my knife and scalpel, everything laid out bedside, once out the bath she is tied up to the bed, spread eagle and naked, her little hairless pussy so plump and puffy. 

Her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams, Master instructs me to spread her pussy lips, carve your initials on her belly, slice her little pussy lips off, her tiny clit too. 

Don’t dry the blood let it run out of her, it will be my lubricant Master growls, as he strips naked and strokes his cock, I apply a sharp studded cock ring on his massive cock, preparing him to shred what’s left of her cunt. 

Now it’s play time! I better go get the acid in the barrel, when Master is done I get to dismember her little lifeless body and dump each piece in acid to get rid of her for good! 

Uncle fucker and his after school pussy stretching games

Domination phone sex

My uncle loved to play torture with me. It was his after school game with me. Opened up the amazing curiosity of the dark path I decided to take. Dark, evil, abusive sex turns me the fuck on and it’s all thanks to that sick fuck. He was brutal and bad to the core. Used my tiny pink pussy as his girthy cock’s landing pad as he shredded me daily. Mom could careless, in fact, she loves to watch as she loved to fuck him too. I was the perfect little barely legal incestual sex slave. Making me crave the pain daily, I couldn’t live without it.

Incestual family fucking, domination slave training

Bending me over his knees, he’d rip off my school uniform, push my satin pink panties to the side and shove his fingers in my tiny little one cooter. I was so ripe and pure. Virgin little school girl, his favorite fucking snack. Daddy sometimes watched and gave orders as he spread my little sweet cheeks and fucked the shit outa me. Mom even would help by holding my legs or sticking her finger up my little ass. “How’s that feel slut”? I was smacked and pounded till I was raw red and bleeding. Turning my little princess room into a fuck den. Mommy would stand over me till uncle busted his balls, “she hasn’t learned yet” as he would ride me balls deep. I’d beg them to stop but he’d spread my sweet cheeks even more. Tearing me apart from the inside out. Mommy’s fingers so deep, I could feel both of them in my stomach.

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My swollen baby bell leaking with fear, oozing all over his massive shaft, every push and pull tore me more and more. I began to crave it everyday after school. Running home to get rammed. Incestual sick family fucking good. Fecal bloody spunk running down my skinny legs like a slow drip, turning my uncle creep on even more. He was a sick man with a plan to keep me on my knees for the rest of my life, making sure I love getting tortured, abused and violated, creating that sexual urge and desire for my master to do me the same.

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Revenge Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.

I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?

If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.

In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.

Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.

Sometimes, The Accomplice Wants to Kill Solo

I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.

And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.

But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is The Best Culinary Delicacies

Cannibalism Phone Sex is my darkest culinary art. And you could be on my Menu. I’m Morticia, Your Dark Culinary Killer
Fact is, I savor every trembling word you speak. Coincidentally, cannibalism is my darkest culinary art. First, I strip you bare in my mind and inspect my ruthless loser for tonight’s Menu.
Undeniably, your pathetic cock twitches as I describe sliding a sharp blade across your chest. Furthering the leak as I describe carving slow, deliberate lines while your blood runs hot and sweet.
Next, I tie you down and season every inch of your worthless body with oil and spices. Ultimately, rubbing them deep into your skin until you’re glistening and begging.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is Your Delicious End

Then I fire up the spit and slide you onto it slowly, turning you over the flames. All while I stroke my dripping cunt to the sound of your desperate moans.
Suddenly, the heat builds, and I tell you exactly how your flesh will crisp and crackle. Undeniable, it’s my pleasure, and I’ll slice off the juiciest parts first. The best is to eat them while they’re still warm.
However, the real ecstasy hits when I describe sinking my teeth into your cooked cock, chewing slowly as your flavor explodes across my tongue. Delectable.
Finally, I devour every last piece of you, swallowing your essence while I cum hard. Leaving my body shaking with pure killer lust.
Yet the greatest thrill is knowing you’re completely gone — reduced to nothing but a satisfied meal and a memory. I live for this. I crave the power of turning a ruthless loser into my personal feast.
Call me tonight and become my next dish. I’m already sharpening my knives and licking my lips, hungry for the taste of your total surrender. This is my passion. This is my art. And you’re the perfect main course.
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