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Evil Phone Sex Shit Gets Me Worked Up

evil phone sexI am into some evil phone sex level shit. Mark is my neighbor. Not really but technically. I am not a community dweller. He lives a mile from me, but still the closest person to me. I am not very social. But for a person, he is okay. He shovels my driveway when it snows. Brought me food during the shutdowns. He has never tried to fuck me, which is why he is still my neighbor. I am the kind of bitch who will put you in a trunk and help look for you. Mark seems okay for guy. Last night, he knocked on my door. I thought maybe he had some of my mail by mistake. Not the issue. He had a girl with him. This was too close to home. I could not have her DNA in my place. We put her in his trunk, and I drove him to my kill shack. Some hooker he brought home tried to fleece him and he shoved her. She fell, hit her head and went unconscious. He thought he killed her. I thought she looked like a snuff sex porn star too. But she came to and started screaming. I did not care. Only nature to hear her screams. I told Mark we should play a little game with her. We would let her run wild in the woods naked. She could live if she got away. I have so many traps in the woods, there was no way some dumb cunt with head trauma was escaping my woods, even with a 10-minute head start. Found the naked bitch in a ditch. I dug for months a bunch of them all around my kill shack like a moat. Never want one of my prey to escape before I am done with my fun. Now for Mark, I told him we could fuck her, kill, leave her for the coyotes or maybe all the above. He had rape phone sex fantasies to explore. I let him go first. He never got to fuck her, because she tried to blackmail him for money. The dumb whore put out, even if not willingly so, LOL. She screamed, cried, pleaded, begged for her life. We left her alive for the coyotes and heard them tear her apart alive as we walked away. Mark is more than my neighbor now. He is my partner in crime.

Snuff Porn Week Kept Me Busy Killing and Filming

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It was a snuff porn week. I was feeling creative and sadistic. When I am in a Cecile B. DeMille mood, I must film the action. Even if I am the only one who sees my snuff flicks, I still capture the moment on film. The one I was the proudest of stared a young ingenue. Her first and last film. She was some drunk teen with a fake ID. She was in a Goth bar and way out of her element. This cute, petite blonde in a slinky dress and high heels stood out in a Goth bar. She was not rude or condescending like most girls her type. She was just wanting to party. I told her I was going to this cool party and took her to my kill shack instead. Took her awhile to realize there was no party and she was going to be a snuff sex victim. The drink I made her was spiked. She had this look of fear on her face when she realized I meant her harm. Silly rabbit. Never trust a Goth chick.

I tied her to a St Andrew’s cross. She was naked. Her lean body made her look even younger than she was. Tiny body. No tits. Bald cunt. A P man’s dream cum true. I whipped her like she was my nigger slave. I tore the flesh off her body with the force of my whip. She woke up screaming like a banshee.  I was filming it all. The real fear of a girl is what turns me on. It is what makes a snuff film too. Men would pay good money for this film. I stopped whipping her so I could impale her cunt with a huge baseball bat looking dildo. It was a double-sided dildo, but it was all for her holes. I used it on her cunt and ass simultaneously. Hours of torture sex before I slit her throat and watched her bleed out. The only thing missing was you.

Castration Phone Sex Binges Makes a Sick Bitch Feel Great

castration phone sexCastration phone sex was on my mind heavily recently. Even a sick loner bitch can have bad days. Whereas some women might binge eat or indulge in some retail therapy when their life derails, I castrate losers. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel great, honestly. So, over the weekend, I went on a castration binge. I got on Tinder and swiped right on the first tiny dicked loser I saw. The lucky winner of a free castration was Kenny. His profile alone would make most women cringe. He was standing naked with a frightened turtle between his legs bragging about how good his big penis could make a woman feel. Even if he was a grower and not a shower, he was not growing another 6-inches to make that statement true. I cat fished him with fake pictures. He was so horny that he did not care when I greeted him at the door. He was a schmuck. He was a blowhard. He was about to be a ballless wonder with some genital torture sex too. Foreplay for me.  I gave him a drink. It was spiked with a bunch of Xanax. He was a big dude with a pin dick. While he thought I was giving him head, I put a castration band on him. The drugs, I knew, would not take long to kick in. He fell like a brick wall. My floor reverberated when he landed. I am tiny, but mighty. I dragged his body to the castration chair, separated the meat from the potatoes. His problem was he was all potatoes. I removed his balls with one swipe of my knife. I used a hot frying pan to seal the wound. I carved up his cock. I did not cut it off. I should have, but I wanted this loser to have a constant reminder that he lacks the equipment to satisfy any woman. This taboo phone sex bitch carved, “Tiny dick loser” into the flesh on his tiny dick. I dumped him in a park and went on to castrate loser number two. It was a busy weekend for me. So many losers in the world, and not enough time in the day.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Prolong the Pain

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone? I think a knife is the best weapon. It prolongs the agony. I am not a fan of a quick kill, are you? I had a little girl in my basement last night. She had been in my basement for a few days just waiting, scared as a wounded bird. Her fear was intoxicating. This package was not for me though. I was hired to kidnap her for her father. But we had to plan it well, so no suspicion fell on him. He was visiting his sister when the girl went MIA on her way home from school. He is in the middle of a nasty custody battle, so he would be suspect number one. He came over last night to have fun with her after waiting patiently. I wanted to carve her up, but only after he explored his rape phone sex fantasies for his bitchy daughter. The mom was coaching the little girl to say very bad things about her daddy. I am just helped him live up to the lies. With the girl gone, there would be no support payments, no pawn in the divorce. I did not care his reasons why. I just cared about the money. He fucked her. Fucked all her tight tiny holes. They were so tiny that he split them open. She bled bright crimson red. Once he was done using her holes, however, she became mine to play with. I took my time carving up her tender flesh. I mutilated her soft skin. It was more for fun than anything. I liked listening to her scream. I mean her daddy just tore her asshole and cunt up, but she still cried out for him. She preferred her attacker to me. Most women or girls would because I am a snuff sex sadistic bitch. I believe in torture and mutilation. I believe in my victim feeling the pain. That lying little cunt got what was coming to her. Now, she is bear shit because I fed her diced up body parts to the wild animals. How do you think I have never been caught? Nature makes the finest accomplice.

Snuff Phone Sex Season to Teach Cock Teases a Deadly Lesson

snuff phone sexSummer is near, and that means snuff phone sex season is here too. This is the time of year cock teasing twats where short skirts and shorts with half tops and all sorts of sexy outfits that make you harder than normal. Girls should not be allowed to cock tease men like you the way they do. How can you expect to be on good behavior when little whores are everywhere scantily clad teasing you like that? It is not fair. I agree. I will kill one cock tease at a time, but I much prefer to have an accomplice. I am sure you do too. I bet we would make a most excellent pair. If you have rape phone sex fantasies for little whores like I just described, then let me take the risk for you so you can have all the fun. That was what I told Ed. He was some random drunk I lulled into killing with me over the weekend. The more he drank, the more I whispered in his ear about all the little sluts in the place who were cock teasing him. We found a drunk coed who had rebuffed him many times. She was in booty shorts and a half top. It was not even warm enough for her outfit yet, but she wanted all eyes on her. She wanted to cock tease the men but not put out. She just wanted to drain their wallets. I told Ed how to lure her out of the bar, then I jumped her. She took a ride in the trunk of my car to my kill shack. Ed was just my pawn. Too dumb to know I was using him. Too drunk to care. I had him fuck that little cock tease in all her perfect holes while she bled and cried. While he fucked her ass, I slit her throat. That is because I am a sadistic phone sex accomplice. Your fuck the meat. I kill it for you. That little cunt was just one of many to come because it is time someone hold this cock teasing twats accountable for what they do to you.

Killer Phone Sex Mood Somedays, Most Days

killer phone sexSome days, I am more in a killer phone sex mood. And today was one of those days. I was looking at this brat for weeks. She would give you a boner. Me? She filled me with rage. She was a teen slut. I watched her practice for cheerleading in her back yard. I was out of town, staying in an Air B and B and she was just there. Looking cute and doing cute things. I could see neighbors watching her jump up and down and do some acrobatics that showed off her spankies. No doubt her neighbor men jack off to her. I assume her daddy does too. She was a hot piece of ass. But her youthfulness. Her cuteness just filled me with rage. I know I am not alone. She must cock tease half the neighborhood giving dads like you rape phone sex fantasies for her and girls like her. Well, she will not be doing that anymore. She is officially listed as a missing person. I followed her yesterday and when the coast was clear, I picked her up and drove her into the woods. I was no where near my kill shack since I was out of town, so I improvised. I found a clearing off a 4-wheel drive path. She was drugged, so I had to carry her. If she weighed 100 lbs., I would have been shocked. She came to when she was naked and tied to a tree. I wanted to skin her alive, but I could not bring all my gear with me since I had to carry an unconscious bitch, plus a bookbag of rope and a couple of my favorite knifes. I cut her flesh. Sexually mutilated her girl parts. I thought about making it look like a Satanic kill. But I decided that was too risky since I was staying next door to the whore. If you had been with me, teen rape porn would have been the way to go. I just gutted her like a pig and watched wild animals eat her entrails. Then I carved up her body and fed the rest of her to them too. No body. No crime.  She is just a runaway to the cops. Or a girl stolen for the sex trade. Only you and I know what happened and I know we aren’t telling.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies and Snuff are Just So Satisfying and Fun

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? I do. Not for me though. Any guy who tries to force himself on me will lose his dick and likely his life. I mean do you want to force fuck and kidnap, maybe even snuff out a little brat? I sure hope so because the other night I had to do it solo and such activities are far more enjoyable with a male accomplice. I still had fun with the brat though. I was in a particularly foul mood. Not sure why, maybe PMS. I am a bitch on PMS. Okay, a bigger bitch.  I saw this little girl at the park. Not the park near where I live, but the one in the next county over. I went hunting. When I am in one of my killer phone sex moods, I am still thinking smartly. I lured her into my unidentifiable white van. No plates. Not even my car. I liberated it for a few hours. One of my many great skills is hot wiring cars and framing P men for the disappearance of little girls. Do you know that you can go online and with only a zip code get the address of all the sex crime perverts in any neighborhood? Makes them easy targets. I parked that van in the dead of night at a P man’s house and fucked her in the back of the van. I had to drive around for hours with her bound and gagged in the back until it got dark. Once it did, we had some nasty fun. I used my fists to fuck her virgin cunt, which is not as satisfying as your cock, but it had to do. She screamed. She cried. She fought. She bled. She died. I strangled the life out of her with one hand because the other hand was up her cunt. I cleaned up the van of any DNA and left. I walked three miles to where I parked my car. I felt satisfied. I killed two birds with one stone. I got rid of a snot nosed brat and put a dirty pervert back in jail. Snuff sex is just so satisfying and fun. Next time, you need to join me.

Snuff Phone Sex is What You Get with This Goth Girl

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what you get with me. You do not have to be a brain surgeon to understand I am not your girlfriend, and I am not your bitch. Every fucking day though I encounter some fucking loser who calls me baby or mommy or any else such nonsense. I hate brats. I hate most men. I am not a weak woman who changes who she is for a buck or a man. I do not feel the need to be coupled up because I am still single in my 30s. No biological clock is ticking for me because I do not want any brats. I know this one guy from a Goth bar I go to often. He has been a staple there since I started going to this bar when I was 21. Maybe younger too. I have never hung out with him. He knows to leave me alone. The other night, however, he thought he would chat up this snuff porn maker. He did what mothers do to women. He started asking when I was going to get married and talking about how I will be too old to procreate. I would have shanked him right there if it was not a public setting. My grandpa trained me better than that. I spiked his drink then let him take me home. We went to my place. I am always prepared for some torture at my place. Since I never know what tool, I might meet or what annoying brat may piss me off, I have a dungeon for torture always ready to go. This Goth boy thought I was going to introduce him to my mommy. I killed her a decade ago. What a fucking delusional loser he was. I will never marry. And clearly, I will kill any man who thinks I should be some flower lost in her husband’s shadows.  I had no real reason to explore my killer phone sex bitch with him, but I was in a mood and his comment pushed me over the edge. Now there is a dead Goth boy who is missing his cock. He had a Prince Albert piercing. I took his piercing out as a souvenir before I tossed his severed dick to the wolves with the rest of his body. Consider yourself warned. If I can kill one of my own, I can kill you too.

Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration Play

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone. I do not even own a gun. Honestly, I find a knife to be a better instrument of human destruction. Every victim of mine gets the knife. Maybe I just torture them with castration, or I kill them by evisceration. Either way, I am using a knife. I have thousands of knives. Many I inherited from my grandpa, my mentor. He taught me how to hunt my prey. He told me there is no valor or honor in killing with a gun. A gun requires no skill. It is mostly luck. I was a young teen girl when I helped him castrate a man. That was my first castration, and it filled me with a love for castration phone sex and knives. My grandpa did not kill this man. At the time, I wondered why. But I grew to appreciate his methods. Castrating a man is leaving him with a daily reminder of his sins. It is forcing him to live a celibate life. It takes the wind from his sails and leaves him unable to fuck or procreate. My grandpa’s victim was a P man. He was diddling little girls in the community. My grandpa caught him red handed too when he fucked my first cousin when she was itty bitty. He was a family friend, a pillar of our community. He would be a disgrace if it ever came out what he was doing behind closed doors. My grandpa could have killed him. Should have killed him for his crime was grave and personal. But grandpa told me you do not shit where you sleep. Torture sex, however, when you have something over your victim, is the next best thing. That was an important lesson for a future killer to learn. This man would not say anything about his forced castration because my grandpa had film of him fucking his young granddaughter. Leverage, my grandpa told me, is a powerful motivator for silence. That man never diddled another girl again and he never told the police that my grandpa and me castrated him. Be careful who knows your dirty secrets.

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Killer Phone Sex with a Killer Teacher

killer phone sexSometimes, I am in a killer phone sex mood. Like for real. I am an undetected serial killer. I do have a type, but it is a type that law enforcement will never see. I like to kill sluts, tools and small dicked losers. One of the ways I stay under the radar is making sure there is no evidence of a crime. No body. No crime. I have a kill shack in the woods that no one has ever found. It was my grandfather’s kill shack. I went with him many times when he would kill. He was a prolific killer too who taught me everything I know about murder. He made me the killer I am today. Do you have murder phone sex fantasies? We all do. Just some of us know how to act on them without getting caught. I like to think of myself as a killer teacher. Pun intended. I teach others how to kill like my grandpa taught me.

Trevor found me on the dark net. He had a huge problem his millions of dollars could not fix. He knocked up a young teen girl. She is jailbait and that demon seed growing in her belly is proof he is a criminal. Without her and her little one, no proof. He paid me handsomely to get rid of his problem. I did it too, but I made sure no guilt would fall on him. As much as he wanted to watch me carve up his teen cum receptacle, he needed an airtight alibi. He paid me in bitcoins so there would be no paper trail. I kidnapped the blackmailing whore and gutted her. Carved that demon seedling right out of her belly and fed it to the coyotes. Then I dismembered mama (may she rest in pieces, LOL). I fed limb by limb to the wildlife. No trace of her or the demon inside her belly exists anymore. She will just be listed as another runaway. With me as your accomplice phone sex partner, you can be an undetected killer too.