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Killer Phone Sex Bitches Come Out in Full Swing in the Spring

killer phone sexApril showers bring killer phone sex bitches like me. Once spring hits, the dumb cunts come out. I live in a sleepy small coastal town. We have a small college, and some businesses, but my town comes alive in the spring and summer because of the vacationers. And that brings me all sorts of dumb cunts to kill. Spring breakers, and bitchy high school girls vacationing with their friends or family. And I love to fuck up a teen mean girl. Someone needs to check them.

Even though I sometimes kill in my town, mostly I hunt in the city that’s about 30 minutes west of me. But sometimes vacationing sluts go missing. Teen girls get kidnapped for sex trafficking often. And some just run away. Since I never leave a trace of the body, it is easy to assume no murder occurred. Police then turn their attention to area predators.

Although, tourist season is not in full swing yet, some high school seniors came to town on their spring break. Rich bitches I assumed because their parents rented them the nicest home on the beach. I thought about calling some of my teen rape porn fans to come in and fuck them all. However, I decided I wanted to murder these mean girls myself.

Rumor got around quickly that they were stuck-up, entitled bitches. They bullied one of the Goth girls in town, who I know. Not friends because I have none, but we know each other from the Goth bar in the city. Four teen bullies, I could handle even though it was 4 against 1. Because I am an excellent murderer, I plotted to take them all out at once.

Teen Girls Go Missing All the Time in My Sleepy Town

Once in the house, I drugged each girl. Chloroform knocked them out, so I could get them on the boat quietly. I disabled all the security cameras remotely because I am an excellent hacker too. Although, I could have killed them in their beds, I did not want any blood in the house. That’s the sign of murder not kidnapping.

So, this snuff sex bitch killed and dismembered them on the ocean. Instead of feeding the wildlife to dispose of the bodies, I used marine life. Shark food. They could scream loudly, and no one would hear them but the fish. And I enjoyed carving their flesh and cutting off their limbs. I made it hurt, and I made it a bloody mess. But nothing a hose could not wash away. I find it so much fun to mutilate teen girls or coeds who think their shit doesn’t stink.

I could have been a butcher. No one carves up girl meat like me. No one. Their bodies will never be found. They just vanished in the middle of the night. No suspects and no leads. Only you and I know what happened to those teen bitches. And I know you will not say a word

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Brings Me Pleasure

torture sexCock and ball torture sex is something that brings me so much pleasure. Perhaps you can say I am making this world better for women by neutering tiny dick losers, predators and abusers. Men falsely believe that their dicks are an entitlement. Cocks are a privilege. And I like to revoke privileges. Sometimes I do it for free. Sometimes I do it for a fee.

I always charge men more than I do women. Although I do not have girlfriends and I do not adhere to female bonding, some men I would not wish on my worst enemy. And Trevor appeared to be one such guy. He preys on Goth girls. He might not be a sexual predator; however, he is an asshole with a tiny dick. And I did not know about the tiny dick, until I had him strapped to my castration chair.

I got wind of the fact that this man would frequent Goth bars to look for women to date and use for their money. He dated this one girl that I know from the Goth bar scene and drained her bank accounts dry. Plus, he stole some vintage jewelry from her too. Word got around, and this sadistic phone sex bitch decided on payback. Not because I like this girl or even feel any solidarity with her. However, if his actions have no consequences, he will keep preying on Goth girls.

Men Need to Realize That Their Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Those Privileges Anytime I Want

I set him up. Made him think I wanted to date him and fuck him. Silly boy. Stupid too. I invited him over to my house last night. Spiked his drink. And when he woke up, he found himself naked and bound to my castration chair. Years ago, I inherited this old electrocution chair from the prison my grandfather ran. And I repurposed it. A plank extends from the middle of the chair. When my victim woke up, he found his cock and balls separated on this plank. His cock strapped to the plank, with his balls hanging down below through a hole in the piece of board.

He also discovered that I bound his wrists, head and ankles to the chair. And I placed a castration band called an elastrator on his testicles. It cuts the circulation from the balls. When this happens, the balls turn gangrene quickly. And that makes for easier removal with less blood loss. Although I did not want him to die from castration phone sex, I did want him to suffer. And I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of his actions.

Every action had a reaction. Men need to own up to their actions and suffer the consequences. And when they refuse to admit any wrong doing, I remove their balls so they will never prey on another woman again, especially not a Goth babe.

Snuff Phone Sex Because I’m Not Someone You Want to Mess With Ever

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I do best. The gfe thing, I never do. Perhaps you could call me a black widow. I do not marry men to kill them for their money. However, I will kill a man for not listening to my verbal warnings to get lost or stop calling me baby. Most men see the look in my eyes and know I am not messing around. But some men just do not listen. Not my fault.

Last night, I went to my neighborhood Goth bar because I wanted a drink. Although I do not socialize in that bar, I know most of the regulars and they know me. The bartenders all know me, and what I like to drink. But everyone there also knows I am a loner. And I prefer it that way.

A guy came up to the bar, sat next to me and told the bartender to put my drinks on his tab. He was not a Goth boy or a Steampunk guy either. More like some suit and tie nerd. Even the bartender told him he best move along. But the nerd did not take the hint. So, I looked him right in the eye and said unless you leave now, I will give you free castration phone sex.

He laughed like he thought I might be joking. So, I showed him my knife. But only one. When I go out, I usually have about 5 strapped to my body. The fucking idiot challenged me with, “I’d like you to try, bitch.”

Men Need to Pay Attention to My Body Language and My Words

The bartender looked at the guy with shock on her face and told him he better run now. Even though I don’t do not socialize at this bar or any bar, everyone there has my back. In that place, I can get away with murder and mutilation. And I have many times. So, when this idiot did not heed the bartender’s warning, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and prepared to chop his dick off in the bar.

This idiot thought I changed my mind and wanted to jack him off. Stupidity deserves extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I sliced his entire dick off and watched the expression of confidence change to one of horror. He passed out. While he was down, I cauterized the wound to slow the bleeding. Other bar regulars helped me take him out of the bar and into his car.

 We drove his car to a park miles away to put him in the front seat. This way he would think he drove himself there. Oh, I drugged his beer.  But it did not kick in until after I severed his cock. I planned it that way. And as a final touch, I put his dick on the dashboard. If anyone finds him soon enough, they can likely sow it back on. He will not remember he was at the bar or how he lost his dick. But he will never come on to another woman again.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Precision and Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex gives me more control over your death. Guns kill almost instantly. But unless you slice the jugular, you can prolong the torture and pain with a knife. Plus, knives require more skill than guns. With guns, you aim, you shoot and most of it gets chalked up to luck.

But to kill, maim and torture with a knife requires precision. And it requires knowledge of anatomy. I know just where to cut and how deep to cut to avoid a quick death. No fun in a quick death. Not for me at least.

Last night, I hunted for girl meat. These two blonde bimbo Barbies walked into a Goth bar drunk as skunks. And they started insulting everyone in there, including me, a sadistic phone sex bitch. Being as drunk as they appeared helped me lure them away. I pretended to be an Uber driver. I have an Uber sign and everything for situations just like this. So, I rolled down my window and showed my sign and asked if they were the ones who called for an Uber. They said yes, even though I knew they did not call.

I Love to Profit Doubly Off Young Sluts

I took the drunk twins back to my dungeon. And they are still there too. Alive, even if barely. I love torture. And prolonged agony. Knives let me do both. But I kept them alive for other reasons than just my amusement. I am live streaming their torture at my hands for money. Plus, I am auctioning them off. Although they have a lot of cuts on their bodies, they will not exsanguinate any time soon. And if someone buys them before the weekend ends, I will cauterize some wounds and stop any bleeding.

Men love to watch spoiled bitches get their comeuppance. And they love to own private sex slaves too. So, I am hopeful that I will profit doubly off these two cunts. I mean wouldn’t you love to own two coeds to make teen rape porn with?

Snuff Phone Sex Comes to Life for Losers Who Live Close By

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is all I do. Well, snuff, torture, castration and assisting men in force fucking is what I do. I mean I am on a snuff site for a reason. And it is not so men can call me honey and baby. Or expect me to give them the girlfriend or mommy experience either. But every day I encounter more than one dumb ass who clearly cannot read. And sometimes, those dumb asses live near me.

Tyler called me last week. And he called me every pet name in the book despite me telling him not to do that at least a million times. He called me for some boring vanilla shit and did not understand why I wanted to give him castration phone sex instead. The way I see it, if you cannot respect a woman’s boundaries you do not deserve your balls.

So, I Googled his address and found out he lived 10 miles away. That rarely happens. But if I am getting billing info and a guy lives near me, I tell him I am a CA girl. That way I can pay him an unexpected visit like I did to Tyler over the weekend. Of course, the loser still lived at home with his mommy. How pathetic. No way this guy gets pussy. Well, no way now, LOL. I had to stake out his house to learn his habits and figure out a way to remove his nuts without mommy waking up.

I am Not Your Girlfriend or Your Mommy

This guy gave me Norman Bates vibes. But he will not fuck again. I snuck into mommy’s room first and chloroformed her while she slept to ensure she did not wake up. Then I went to junior’s room, put duct tape over his mouth, strapped him to his bed and gave him some extreme cock and ball torture sex. Just what he needed. However, I wore a ski mask to hide my identity. And I never spoke so he would not know my voice.

I chopped his balls off while mommy slept in the next room. This little bitch boy cried and screamed, but no one came to his rescue. My guess, mommy discovered him the next day with blood all over his sheets and his balls stuffed in his mouth barely breathing. Perhaps, I should have killed him, but I think it will be more fun for him to be without balls or an erection for the rest of his life

Knife Play Phone Sex Because It Takes More Talent and Skill to Kill with a Knife

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. My nickname is Wicked Butcher. Some folks do not even know my real name. And I like it that way. I do not want my crimes linked to me. I find it much harder to match up a blade than a bullet. But I literally own thousands of knives. And most of them my grandpa purchased on the black market so they would never get linked to him or me.

Some of these knives are centuries old and priceless too. But since so many of them have been used in crimes, I could never sell them. I find knives the best killing tool. I can stab, cut, slice, dice, skin and gut a person with a knife. And I can give a man free castration phone sex with a knife too. It feels more primal to hunt with a knife. Plus, it requires more skill. A bullet only requires decent aim. I’m a hunter. And I like a fair fight.

I am Like Chucky. Tiny, Stealth, Evil and Violent

Usually, I always strap two knives on my body because you never know when you might need to fight. I am tiny. Barley 5 feet tall and less than 125 lbs. Men underestimate me all the time. Sometimes, I like to pretend that I am a helpless dainty girl to lure a predator. Men never see my knife until it’s too late.

A guy underestimated me last night. Thought he could scoop me up and put me in the trunk of his car. I let him think he captured me. But my knife allowed me to fiddle with the inside of the trunk and end up in the back seat of his car where I stabbed him through the seat a few times. Not enough to kill him. But enough to let me gain control of the car so I could drag him out of the car and eviscerate him. And I took my time too.

So, if you try to harm me, you get torture sex for a long time, including cock and ball torture and castration before I kill you. So, this predator lost his balls, lost his cock and eventually lost his life. Men never see me coming. I am like Chucky. Small, evil and violent.

Snuff Movies are Made to be Watched

snuff moviesDo you watch snuff movies? You may have happened upon one of my creations. Although, my real name is never attached to a movie, if you follow my work, you will see my signature moves. I like to make the snuff flicks as bloody as possible. The more blood and guts in a snuff flick the more popular it seems to be. So, I am just giving the audience what they want.

Over the weekend, I made another snuff flick. And Iive streamed the kill too. Some of my best work. I mean I made it bloody and visceral. This cute drunk coed became my snuff porn star. I let the audience tip me for certain things. And the audience seemed just as depraved as me. Viewers paid to see me mutilate her perky coed breasts. Some one wanted me to fuck her cunt with an ice pick. That got bloody and caused her so much pain she passed out. But I used smelling salts to bring her back.

My Snuff Flicks are Bloody and Torturous

She needed to be awake for this movie until the final blow. The tips poured in as I mutilated her body. One viewer paid for me to carve whore in her flesh with the sharpest knife I own. And I gladly did that. At that point, she appeared to be struggling to survive. She had a lot of blood loss. But I kept the cunt alive as long as I could. I had a money goal to hit with my snuff movie.

The final tip came in after a couple hours of torture. And the final tip requested that I gut her like a pig. So, I got out my sickle and hooked it in her belly button pulling all the way up like I was Candyman, LOL. Her guts spilled on my shoes. We watched the life drain from her eyes. Lots of dings for the show. The last thing that drunk coed saw was my masked face covered in her blood. Even though I never show my face as the executioner of my movies, my fans know my work. I am known for the violent torture sex that leaves a victim gutted like a pig.

Have you seen any of my films?

Snuff Sex Gives Me Such a Thrill

snuff sexSnuff sex excites me. What can I say? I love to play with my food. Something so primal about hunting for a victim. Although I love the kill, what tuns me on the most is the chase. Recently, I started playing a new game where I kidnap someone, gender and race do not matter, and I take them to a wooded area. I give them a half hour start ahead of me to run, hide, do whatever they need to do to avoid capture. If they get away from me, they get to live. But of course, if I catch them, they will die a slow torturous death.

Friday night, I played my game with a teen hooker I picked up. A runaway girl no one would miss except for maybe her pimp. She got in the car willingly with me. Of course, she thought she might just be eating pussy or licking ass. But I had other plans for her that were far more nefarious than getting off. She was about to embark on a macabre cat and mouse game. One more akin to a snuff porn.

The Thrill of The Hunt is What I Love

She sprinted into the woods once I told her the stakes. However, I rigged the game. All sorts of traps in the woods. I am a huntress after all. After 30 minutes I took off after her.  She did give me a run for my money, but I caught her. Tied her hands behind her back and bound her ankles so I could carry her back to the kill shack.

I thought about gutting her like a pig, but I thought she would make a much better meal. Although I do not consume human flesh daily, it makes a nice treat for myself. Girl meat when fixed and prepared well, is a very succulent meal. So, I gave her a bath in butter. It is how I tenderize the meat. But she had to soak overnight before I could roast her over an open fire in the backyard.

She made a great meal. I slow cooked her over an open flame the next day. The smell of cooking girl meat intoxicates me. She filled my belly up. Plus, I still have plenty of her in the deep freezer. And if you like cannibalism phone sex, you will love the taste of this teen hooker.

Castration Phone Sex Can Happen Anywhere

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my hobby and my passion. Balls are a privilege that I can revoke at any time. Just because you have balls does not make you superior. In fact, I will argue it makes you inferior because men get too accustomed to their balls. They touch them nonstop. Men become a slave to their balls. And that makes them do stupid shit. When they do, I revoke their privileges.

If you cannot use your balls for good, you do not deserve them. And you would be surprised at how many men think they are superior to women and that their balls give them certain rights to my body. Men can be so fucking stupid. I am not a woman who believes my body your choice. However, I do believe your body, my balls if you act like an entitled fool.

Your Balls are a Privilege and I Can Revoke Your Privilege Any Time

And Jeff acted like a fool in front of me. So, I revoked his privileges. Severed his balls from his body with some extreme cock and ball torture sex.  And I did not do anything to dull his pain or slow the bleeding down. Where would be the fun in that, right?  I rarely take out my anger publicly. Safer to kill and maim in my dungeon. But this asshole followed me into the restroom at my Goth bar. He was out of place, not me. So, I knew my bar patrons and the staff would have my back.

He tried to push himself on the wrong girl. Without missing a beat, I pulled out the knife strapped to my leg when he pulled his worthless dick out of his pants. I grabbed his dick, tugged really hard, and put my knife under the balls. And with one smooth move, I severed his worthless nuggets in a dirty bathroom stall. For all I know, he bled out on the floor. If he did, he would be taken out with the trash. I am an evil phone sex bitch. Do not cross me. I will sever your balls and leave you to bleed out too.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Because the Dark Side is More Fun

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex gets wild sometimes. Recently, I met a man with a blasphemy fetish. A lapsed Catholic with lots of resentment about his Catholic schoolboy days. So, I decided we needed some revenge on the church that abused him as a young boy. And the church who made him feel like it was a sin to touch his own dick. A man should be able to stroke his own wiener without worrying about a priest beating him with a ruler and making him confess his sins.

But priests diddle little boys. Where is their pittance? Anyway, we got to talking and drinking and the next thing we knew we were breaking into to his former church for some blasphemy sex. We fucked for Satan right in the pews. But he did not fuck me. I never let some random man I meet in a bar just fuck me. But I did make him skull fuck the Virgin Mary. This church creeped me out. And that should be telling. As a sadistic, evil bitch, nothing really phases me.

Fuck Jesus, Hail Satan

However, this church had all these creepy statutes of Jesus and the Virgin Mary. So, I had him face fuck the Virgin Mary. Defile her and piss on her too, all the while espousing his loyalty to Satan, the dark Lord. The dark side is more fun. I took a few crucifixes to fuck my cunt with. And I even shoved a cross up my accomplice’s ass. He yelled, “Hail Satan,” as I fucked his ass with the cross. With his dick in the mouth of the Holy Mother, and a cross up his ass, he yelled, “Fuck Jesus Christ.”

We destroyed that church. Our piss, and his cum are all over the church statutes, bibles and crosses. Plus, we both pissed in the holy water as we praised Satan. Taboo phone sex is just so much fun. Just wish we could have seen the expression on the priests faces as they came into the church today.