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Blasphemy Phone Sex is Best Served on Sundays

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex is a dish best served on Sundays. I love going into a church before they open their doors to their dumb congregation and destroying it. Leaving their sacred ground a blood bath. It is more fun to destroy a church with a male companion. I met Mike in a Goth bar. He was talking about this one Pentecostal church that spews all sorts of hate and corrupted his ex-girlfriend. This church is anti-everything. I proposed we destroy their holy vessel. I can break into any building. Even ones with security alarms. I have a Satanic bag in my car with all sorts of demonic things to leave in a church. Upside down crosses, pictures of Satan, horns, the Satanic Bible,  pentagrams,…. We broke into this high and mighty church to destroy it and have blasphemy sex. We desecrated the church. We destroyed their symbols of God and puritanism. I did some research too. I can find just about anything on anyone. The holier than though pastor likes the company of young boys. I even found a little video he made of two super young boys blowing him. What a hypocrite. I set up a projection screen and had the video running as we destroyed to church. My accomplice shit on Bibles and pissed in the coffer box. We fucked in the pews. He sprayed his demon seed all over that church. It was covered in cum, piss and shit. That church was no longer a holy place once we were done destroying it. We spray painted the walls with the number of the beast. Fuck those uber religious folks. They judge everyone but themselves. Their leader is a boy diddler. He likely stealing money from the coffers to support his rape phone sex fantasies for little boys. Fuck that church. Being a sinner and a Satanist is far more fun. We had to get out of dodge, but I would have loved to see the expressions on that misguided flock’s faces when they saw their church today. Rest in hell you judgmental fucktards.

Bloody Phone Sex is A Lot of Fun for a Sick Bitch

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is so much fun for a sick bitch like me. Red is my favorite color because I love the look of blood. I especially love the look of blood as it is pouring out of a victim. The blood of a young victim is the best. It is a bright crimson red. It has a sweet smell to it too. You would almost think it is theatrical blood, but the blood of tender age victims is just sweeter than our blood. It becomes addicting, but I am not impulsive or compulsive. That is how I can be a stone cold killer bitch and never get caught. Hell, I am under the radar still. The dark net knows me though. I am a legend of sorts there. But I make sure I change details when I brag about my snuff sex kills. I am smart and methodical above all else. This is how I stay out of prison.

When Harvey hired me, I knew he wanted a young one killed. He has been fucking his stepdaughter for years now, and she has decided she no longer wants to be his victim. She is blackmailing him. He wants her gone. I get it. She is a problem now. I take care of problems for money.  This kill took some finessing. I mean I had to make sure he had an airtight alibi and that when he did, I could easily gain access to the jailbait whore. It took weeks of planning, but the stars aligned yesterday. His stepdaughter was staying with friends because they had no power from a storm that hit recently. He was out of the country with work buddies who could vouch for him. I killed the friend too to look like a random act of violence. I stabbed two innocent angels in their princess beds while the adults slept in a near by room. I made it look like a bloody massacre. It will be blamed on some escaped loony bin patient or some schizophrenic hobo. Harvey’s problem was solved with some accomplice phone sex. Any problems I can solve for you?

Torture Phone Sex: The Death of a Fake Ass Bitch

torture phone sexI love torture phone sex. I am known as an extreme ball buster.  I do not just stomp on balls, I cut them off too. But as much as I love castrating men, I enjoy torturing women too. I take pride in torturing some bimbo Barbie who thinks her shit does not stink. I run into twats daily. Either I see them on Tick Toc or some other social media platform, or I run into them out and about. Jade is a social media influencer. I do not know her personally. She is just some local girl who thinks her shit smells like roses. She is on Tick Tok daily dissing girls like me. She thinks all women should look like her. She is this skinny girl with big fake boobs and she uses so many filters in her post, she looks like a fucking cartoon character. Yet, for all the fake shit she uses to look “feminine” she wants to dis Goth girls like me. Torture sex would not be good enough for this hypocritical cunt. I hunted her down. It was easy to find her since I dressed up, looking very different from my typical Goth look. I acted like a vacuous cunt who was a follower.

I played to her ego, telling her I was fan girl. I spiked her drink and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. It was where she belonged. Tied up, scared and confronted with reality. She is not the queen bee. She does not get to dictate what a woman should look like when she is a fake bitch. I carved out her fake tits first. She bled and cried a lot when I did that. I was just getting started. I carved out the filler in her cheeks and lips. I fucked her cunt and ass with a sharp blade. I destroyed her perfect body. It was not perfect. It was fake. Everything was fake, except for her death. That was a very real snuff porn. One I will watch over and over again because I am tired of fake ass bitches thinking they are better than the rest of us. You have a fake ass bitch in your life? Let’s get rid of her too.

Snuff Sex Queen Venus is Never the Victim

snuff sexI am the snuff sex queen. Nothing is too extreme for me. Guys ask me what my limits are and my response is always the same. I only have one limit and that is that I am never the victim. Any man who tries to make me his victim, ends up in the morgue, castrated or sometimes both, LOL. I can go a little into overkill mode when a man thinks he can make me his bitch. Zach is this guy who found out the hard way what a brutal stone-cold bitch I can be. I may not be tall. I may not be strong. But I am smart and I am cunning. I can get the upper hand even on a 6 foot tall strong man like Zach. I met him online. He said he wanted an accomplice for his rape phone sex fantasies. He thought he was duping me. We had arranged a date to meet. He said he had his victim all picked out. That victim was me. I am never the victim. I told him that from the get-go, but I guess he likes a challenge. A challenge he got. I am always prepared for any situation to go sideways. I do not trust any man period. Not even ones who say they want to be my partner in crime. I had a taser on me, as well as a syringe full of heroin. When he tried to force himself on me, I tazed his nuts and shot the needle in his thigh. He fell the ground with a loud thud and did not get back up again. I castrated him first. I used a rusty knife, and never cauterized the wound. I wanted him to never be able to force himself on a woman again. I did not intend to make him a snuff porn star, but he never woke up from the hot shot I gave him. Oops. Me bad. I gave him too much. I had to chop him up with a chainsaw so I could dispose of his body easier. He was 300 lbs of dead weight and I am 110 lbs, LOL. But like I said. I am smart and I am savvy. I carved him up piece by piece and fed him to the coyotes. I kept his balls as a souvenir though.

Castration Phone Sex is What I Love Because I am a Sadist Not Your GFE

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I am clear about being sadistic. I am not your typical phone sex operator. I am not here to blow your cock or let you fuck me in the ass. I am not here to be your therapist or GFE either. You are my victim or my accomplice. There is no gray area in between. I find men mostly useless to me. Yet every day, I have to whack some guy’s junk off because he cannot read or he cannot listen. You try to fuck me, or you try to spoon me or show me typical affection, I go crazy and not in a good way. Just ask Josh. He thought I would satisfy his Goth girl fetish. Not my job. I am here for dark fantasies not romance. I am a sadist. That is just fact. A sociopath too. I do not care if you good looking and rich. Nor do I care that you paid $2 bucks a minute to get off. There are plenty of women here that do BJ calls or typical fuck calls. This is a snuff phone sex site. If you are looking for love, well you are looking for love in all the wrong places. Josh got castrated with a rusty blade for trying to fuck me. He kept calling me honey and baby, and that kind of puerile talk just pisses me off. I made Josh think I would suck his worthless pecker, and I cut it off instead. The balls too. I had to make a point. I had to emasculate him permanently. I do not care if you pay $1,000 a minute, you are not treating me like your paid whore. I carved Josh up like a side of beef, making sure to inflict the most painful torture sex I could. Josh had to pay for his stupidity. Don’t be like Josh.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Fulfilled

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies? Anyone? I know there is some one you want to kill. Maybe you cannot kill your wife or your boss because suspicion immediately falls on you, but we can find a surrogate for you to kill and that is almost as rewarding. I had this guy over the weekend who wanted to murder his girlfriend. She cheated on him. Personally, I thought he was a whiny loser. Your girlfriend cheats on you? Maybe you are the problem. Ditch her and date someone new. He could not kill her because he would be the scorned boyfriend. But we could find a girl in a different county who looked like her. We could make some killer phone sex memories with a girl who looked just like her. Since he was paying me, I took all the risk so he could have all the fun. I drugged her drink, and walked out of the bar with her. Led her straight to her death. I had nothing against her personally. This was simply business. I mean a girl must eat, right?

We drove to my kill shack in the middle of nowhere to off the bitch. My client could not believe how closely she resembled his cheating girlfriend. He wanted to force fuck her before we killed her. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I knew exactly why his woman cheated on him. Men with small dicks should be used to cheating girlfriends. I mean this loser had maybe 3 inches hard. No way this surrogate girlfriend would even realize she was the victim of his rape phone sex fantasies. He fucked the girl. He killed her too. Then I gave him a hard dose of reality. Women are going to cheat on you dude. I mean you have a small dick. I told it too him straight, but he did not take it well. He thought he could fuck me, so he got a free castration. Now, he will not have to worry about cheating girlfriends because he will not have any more girls in his life, LOL.

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are What a Goth Chick Does Best

Gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are common. Many men think of medieval torture for themselves or others. Or they have vampire fantasies. Or just any dark and foreboding fantasy. I am the Goth chick who can make them seem real. That is because this Goth chick is a sick bitch. I inherited my grandfather’s torture collection. He spent 100s of thousands of dollars over the years buying antiquated torture devices. He knew his sadistic granddaughter was his mini me and could put that all to good use. I did and I still do. I have a torture chamber in my basement. The centerpiece is an old execution chair that I modified for castration. Around it, on the walls, are all sorts of medieval torture sex devices that I can use on you or anyone. There is a rack and a breaking wheel too. I used the breaking wheel last night for this loser who thought he could fuck me even after I said no a dozen times. He broke my tolerance threshold quickly and paid with his life. The wheel is embedded with little needles and cogs to rest some limbs on. His limbs did not rest, however, because I used an ancient mallet to crush his limbs while he laid on a bed of tiny nails. I spun the wheel around many times, prolonging his agony. Medieval torture was designed to achieve the highest level of pain for the longest amount of time. Torture is only torture if it goes on for hours. Otherwise, it is mercy. Do I look merciful? Hell, no. I wanted that perverted bastard to feel my wrath. No one does torture phone sex like a sadistic woman with a Medieval torture chamber in her basement either. That little loser is fertilizer now. No one will miss him, I am sure.

Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.

The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.

Castration Phone Sex, Snuff and Revenge are Things I Love

castration phone sexYou might be surprised how many men are truly into castration phone sex. It is mind boggling to me that men want to willingly part with their balls. I will castrate a man who is willing or not. I castrate men who think their balls are an entitlement to force fuck women every day of the week for free. But men who willingly want their balls gone I will charge a hefty fee. Either you piss me off and I castrate you, or you pay me to castrate you. Sometimes, a guy hires me to castrate him, then tries to piss me off so I take his balls for free because he is a broke ass loser. That shit does not fly with me. One thing many men do not realize about me is that I am an expert hacker. I make a lot of money doing snuff phone sex. I supplement with hired castrations and kills, but my real money is in hacking. Men and women alike hire me to find out hidden financials, dirty secrets and affairs on folks that they can use for blackmail or in divorce proceedings. I have access to a loser’s bank account before he arrives for a castration appointment. Ian paid me half up front, and the rest would be paid after I chopped his balls off. Well, he tried to skip bail and not pay anything. He wanted his balls gone. He said he was a pervert who would get arrested if they were not removed.  I found his stash of P porn when I hacked his computer. I could send him to prison for a long time. P men like him are brutalized daily in the pen. It is called karma. I decided to take his balls. Drain his bank accounts and report him to the police. I did not care that he liked littles porn. I cared that he tried to get me to cut his balls off for free. Because he was such a weasel, I used a rusty blade and I did not cauterize the wound. I dropped him off at a park near his house, made a 911 call from his own phone and told them that a tender age diddler got what was coming to him. I doubt anyone will seek justice for the pervert once they see what is on his computer. Do not ever cross a sadistic phone sex bitch.

Violent Phone Sex is the Only Kind I Want

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is the only kind of I have with callers. I am not a GFE girl. No romance in me at all. In fact, I dismember men who try to get romantic with me and eat them for breakfast. I am very clear that I am not looking for a boyfriend. The only use men serve me is as an accomplice or a victim. There is no middle road with me because I do not think like a woman. I think like a stone-cold killer. I killed a boy in high school. He was my first male kill. I had slaughtered some mean girls, but no guys yet. This tool had it coming. He was a popular jock. He thought he could target me. He thought I was easy prey as a loner Goth girl. Ture, I ran with the Dungeons and Dragon crowd. I was not popular. I was different. But I was not some dumb girl who believed the school jock really wanted to date me. I was prepared for him. Men have never been able to get the upper hand with me because I see right though them. He showed up at my place claiming he wanted to date me. I knew what the jocks did. They made gangbang rape porn movies with nerdy, unpopular high school girls and blasted the videos all over school to slut shame them. Before he had a chance to fuck me, I stabbed him in the balls. I did not castrate him, but I deflated each ball with a sharp pencil through each testicle. I told him that was for all the other women who were not as smart as me. My grandpa heard the screams, came to my rescue and realized I was not the one screaming. He was proud of me. He encouraged me to kill the boy and put him out of every woman’s misery. With my grandpa cheering me on, I slit his throat with a paring knife and watched him bleed out on the grass. My grandpa fed his corpse to the wood chipper and we used his remains as fertilizer. Got my first taste of snuff porn that day. Been a killing machine ever since.