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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.

Knife Play Phone Sex for Easter is Bloody Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex on Easter? I think religious holidays are the perfect hunting days. Little girls dressed in pretty, white dresses. Cute little Mary Jane shoes on. Ribbons or barrettes in their hair. Cotton panties. No bra because they have no tits yet. They look so innocent and cute, right? Imagine their blood all over that pretty white dress? I hope that gives you an erection, because it makes my cunt drip. I got in my car this morning and drove two hours away to nab a little slut in her Sunday best clothes. She even had on some white gloves. She was walking by herself carrying her Easter basket. I guess there was some Easter egg hunt nearby and she got lost. I told her I was with the church, and she got in my car. No stranger danger at all. Stupid cunt was going to get what she deserved. Death. I was solo on this one, but trust me, before I made her a snuff porn star. It would have been more fun with you. You could have fucked her little cunt and ass before I chopped her up. Nothing like virgin blood. I drove her to my kill shack. She never got scared until in my cabin and I tied her down. Took her a long time to realize I was a bad woman. Even with my Goth look, little girls do not have the same stranger danger for me that they do for men. I make a great accomplice for that reason. I just felt like killing a little angel on Easter. Clearly, I am not religious. I did hurl some blasphemous things to the little cunt as I stabbed her repeatedly. Her hot blood sprayed my body. Her screams were deafening, but unheard. We were in the middle of nowhere. Another dead cunt bled out. I am sure she will be missed, but not by me. Now, I am in a blasphemy phone sex mood. Should we destroy some cunts together?

Violent Phone Sex is What I am Prone Too

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I have an impulse control disorder that I have learned to harness over the years thanks to my late grandfather. My first kill was in high school. Without the help of my grandpa and a wood chipper, I would been tried as an adult and sent to prison all my life. I left DNA everywhere, plus I was linked to the victim. She was my bully. That was almost 20 years ago. I am a seasoned killer now. I know how to find a surrogate to represent the person I really want to slaughter. That is the key to staying undetected. You cannot kill a person directly tied to you or someone you have a public beef with. The suspicion falls on you every time. As your accomplice phone sex partner, I can help you find the perfect surrogate. Bob has a thing for his neighbor girl. He was caught once jacking off watching her on her trampoline. His wife caught him, and the girl saw him another time also. Too much of a risk to fuck her and kill her. His wife would think it was him. Hell, the girl could have said something to one of her parents. I took him to a different state where I found the girl’s lookalike. I kidnapped her for Bob, and we brought her back to my kill shack in the woods. I drugged her enough to keep her knocked out for the 2-hour ride. Bob had an erection the entire car ride in anticipation of fucking her. I took all the risk so Bob could have all the fun. I will do the same for you. Bob got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his Lolita neighbor girl. He fucked her for hours. He started before she even woke up from the drugs. He fucked all her holes too. I do not use a wood chipper like my grandpa, but I have a unique way of disposing of evidence. That little girl had his DNA all over her and in her. She is coyote food now. I am a conservationist. I work with nature not against it. Coyotes are grateful for a good meal, and they never talk. Now for the important question. Who can I help you kill?

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Pastime

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a favorite pastime. This is Bob. Bob used to have balls. Now, this is a good castration. A clean castration. That is because Bob paid to have his balls castrated and he was a not a punk ass about it. Most of my castrations are messy. I have no problem using a dirty blade and giving you a jagged scar if you piss me off. Not all guys are like Bob. If you know what is good for you, you should be like Bob. Terry did not heed my warning to be like Bob. Bob is the poster boy for how to act when getting castrated. Terry, however, is the poster boy for what happens when you are not a simp like Bob. Terry paid me to castrate him. He then tried to back out and get his money back. I operate on a no refund policy only. I do not take kindly to men who waste my time or try to get their money back. Torture sex is sort of my thing, and I will do it regardless if you pay me or not. If you pay me though there is no going back. You can not show up like Terry did, but I will find you. I will hunt you down with the dirtiest blade I have and remove your balls. Also, I will not even cauterize the wound either. Or if I do, instead of a nice stitch job to stop the bleeding, I can use the bottom of a hot frying pan and leave a nasty scar. Tony was a little wimp who got cold feet but wanted to sue me when I would not give him his money back. I told him to tell a judge he paid me for castration. I knew he was just playing a game thinking he could bait me, but the joke was on him. Not only did he get a nasty castration, but he also got snuff sex because I killed him. Be like Bob. Don’t be like Terry.

Goth Teen Phone Sex Accomplice Kills for Me and You

goth teen phone sexI have a new goth teen phone sex accomplice of sorts. A while back, a man hired me to kill this girl. Her name is Sara and she is a sick bitch. Reminds me of myself when I was that young. Her step daddy wanted her gone because he had been fucking her since she was much younger, and she was going to tell her mother. This guy was a tool. I wanted him dead at hello. But money is money. Once I saw Sara and heard her mouth off to her step daddy, I liked her spunk. I saw something in her. I took her step daddy’s money, but he was the one who died that night. I let Sara castrate and kill her perverted step daddy. Now, she is learning everything I know. I am training her to become a great accomplice phone sex partner.

Sara is as evil as I was as a teen girl. I told her I would kill for her. I already killed her stepdaddy and spared her life. She had another person on her hit list. I assumed it was her mother, but it was a schoolgirl. A bully and a bitch. My favorite kind of teen whore to kill. My first kill was a girl just like that. And I was younger than Sara. We planned it so she would have an alibi. I have no affiliation with the teen bitch making Sara’s life hell at school. No suspicion would fall on me. I lured the girl to the woods and killed her for Sara. I did not kill her quickly either. The bitch thought we were just getting high. She thought I was a drug dealer. Teen girls love party drugs. I sunk my knife into her belly. The look on her face was priceless. I slowly moved my knife up to her sternum. Her entrails fell out of her body on to my feet. The smell of her blood made my pussy wet.

I watched as the life left her eyes. I kissed her cheek as she died and told her that Sara sends her love. Then I laughed, pulled out my knife and watched her fall to the ground in a pile of her entrails. Sara can enjoy high school now. Her and I are bonded for life. She is my most excellent and young killer phone sex partner.

Killer Phone Sex is Killer with Me as Your Accomplice

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Killer phone sex is killer with me. I hold nothing back. I am not filled with rage like you might think. I just like killing. I am a serial killer with no pattern. That is how I never get caught. Most of the time, I am getting rid of the body in a manner that it will never be found. Just another missing person… Sometimes, I am pissed off in the moment and that leads me to kill. Rarely, do I kill my victim right then, however. I am a planner. You have to plan to stay off the radar. I had a chance encounter with this Barbie bimbo at a bar last month. I have been stalking her since. Putting distance between us, so no one would make the connection. She came into a Steam Punk bar looking like Bimbo Barbie. She had on a skintight pink dress with matching pink heels. She was in the wrong bar. She made a stink though when she did not get served instantly. She also though a hissy fit when she could not charm any man in the bar to buy her a drink. I tried to tell her she was in the wrong place and she went after me. That’s when I decided she would star in my next snuff porn.

Just a vacuous blonde Barbie Doll who things her shit does not stink. I watched her for almost a month. She contributes nothing to this world, so I killed her. Snatched her up on the road as she was walking home by herself drunk. She was going back to her sorority house, but she never made it. I took her to my kill shack only you know about. She was pretty out of it. Not going to lie. I was disappointed that she might not feel the pain as much. I carved her up. I cut off her perky C cup boobs. I sliced off her cunt lips. I poured hot wax on her clit. I cut her flesh until she was covered in her own blood. I smeared her blood on her body so she could see how much better she looked. She was going into shock from the pain. I was just getting started with her. Torture sex is best when I can make the pain last. I ended up dismembering her body and feeding her to the wildlife. She will just be another missing coed who will never be found.