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Snuff Phone Sex Babes Enjoy Killing Bitches

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex babes you do not encounter often. I am sure you married some vanilla babe who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well, never would I. But I would hurt a human. And I have many times. Although a shrink diagnosed me with an anti-social personality disorder when I was a schoolgirl, that shrink did not know half of it. I had already killed a girl in high school. My first kill too. I am a lot more than just a girl who does not play well with others.

I may not kill or even wound an animal, but I will snuff a person without a second thought. That’s because I have the killer phone sex gene. My grandfather was a sadist like me, and he helped hone my natural killer instincts. So, I stand before you now as just a girl with a passion for killing. You can either join me on a kill or be killed. Your choice.

I forced Mike to choose last night. Did he want to be my victim or my accomplice. And he chose the latter. Smart man. We met at an underground club. And we both had an immediate dislike for the same girl. She spilled a drink on me. And instead of apologizing, she went mean girl on me. But when it comes to mean girls, she was way out of her league. As for Mike, she laughed at him when he asked her to dance. She could have politely declined him, but instead she hurled insults at him.

My Passion for Killing Is Sometimes Shared

The bitch had to die. I spiked her drink while Mike distracted her again. He took one for the team because she humiliated him a second time, while I drugged her drink. Before long, Mike and I dumped her body in my trunk and drove her to my kill shack. When she woke up, she discovered we tied her up and she was not in the club anymore. Stupid cunt could not keep her mouth shut, so I shoved her panties in her mouth and put a bull gag in her mouth too.

However, Mike explored his rape phone sex fantasies before we killed her. I watched as he forced his cock in her cunt and asshole. Although Mike had never killed or force fucked a woman before, he agreed this cock teasing bitch needed to die. I gave him my knife and he plunged it into her flesh 37 times. I counted. Her blood splattered all over us. He appeared to enjoy killing her. We fed her corpse to the wildlife and cleaned up my kill shack. Another bitch bites the dust. And another killer is born.

Evil Phone Sex Bitches Cost You Money, But We are Worth It

evil phone sexAs an evil phone sex bitch, I want my phone sex calls to be brutal. You can be my accomplice or my victim. But try to dominate me, I promise you that you will not enjoy the call. Unless that is your plan all long. I understand some men struggle to say what they want. So, they try to bait me into giving them what they are afraid to utter out loud.

This phenomenon happens in my real life too. My presence on the dark net is known well. I have a mercenary profile that gets a lot of traffic. Most guys bullshit me. Like they do not believe I am a human and think I am some bot. Not many female mercenaries in the world. Plus, many guys cannot afford my fees. If you have murder phone sex fantasies you want acted on, you need to shell out big bucks for such a thing.

Evil Bitches Like Me Do Not Kill You or Someone You Know for Free

I am not some drug addicted 20 something who will whack your wife for a few hundred dollars or the promise of some life insurance money. I am a skilled killer. And a skilled killer does not come cheap.  Why? Because we take all the risk for you to have all the fun. You get the benefit of a mercenary’s knowledge and skill. Folks like me kill for profit, so we need to be careful we never get caught.

However, I kill for fun too. Sometimes, I kill men who hired me because they revel themselves to me as being too stupid to breathe. Jeff, I had to kill because he became too wishy washy. He wanted his ex-wife killed out of jealously. No problem. I never care the reason if you pay me. But do not give me money then get cold fucking feet. I will not risk getting caught because you cannot follow through on the job you paid me to do. I took his money and made him bear food because I am a sadistic phone sex bitch.

Snuff Porn and Cuddling Results in Your Death Cuz I’m Not Your Girlfriend

snuff pornHe asked me if I wanted to watch snuff porn and cuddle. So, I killed him. It was the cuddle part that made me reactive. The thought of spooning a human being makes me angry. It is no secret that I am a loner and a sick bitch. Never felt the need for romance or coupling. Not my style. Even when I think I meet someone who gets me, they ruin it eventually.

Dave and I had a nice run. We hunted and killed some girls together. He started off as a client. He hired me to kill his stepdaughter who he knocked up. Although most of my clients seem too squeamish to do the killing themselves, David had no problem grabbing a knife and helping me. I gave him a taste for bloody torture sex, and he wanted more. Although I am a loner, I do enjoy killing girls with an accomplice. However, men, I kill all by myself because what I do to a man’s junk leaves most men too sick to participate. Sympathy pains I think, LOL.

Men Do Not Heed My Warnings and End Up Dead and That’s on Them

But David assisted me killing 8 girls. We made several snuff flicks together. Things seemed like they were going well. Then last night after the Super Bowl, he popped in a snuff flick and got romantic. So fucking disappointing. Since I keep a knife always strapped to my body, it was like a knee jerk reaction. He put his arms around me and whispered sweet nothings about falling in love with me.  Like a cat with a furball stuck in its throat, I gagged a bit then stabbed him in the gut.

Fuck. He ruined my couch. And it really went with the rug. Now my favorite couch needed to be burned to get rid of the DNA. Although I do not think he had anyone in his life who would notice he was gone but me, I still burned the couch along with him. Hey, I warned him like I warn all men. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch, not your girlfriend.

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Should Be Harnessed

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex tendencies. When I was a schoolgirl, some shrink diagnosed me as clinically psychotic. My parents worried about me. I was a quiet girl. A Goth girl too. No friends but my grandpa. But I did not need any friends but him. He saw potential in me. He saw me in him. Perhaps the serial killer gene skips a generation. My youth mirrored that of the fictional character Dexter. However, I never spent time locked in a storage shed with my mother’s dead body.

My grandpa taught me how to kill. As a schoolgirl I acted impulsively. Like the time I killed my bully when she followed me home and began taunting me. To this day, she is still listed as a missing person. That’s because my grandpa covered up her death for me over 20 years ago. He carried her dead body to our farm, put her in a wood chipper and used her evil ground up bits as hog feed. I am a killer phone sex bitch because of my grandpa.

My Grandpa Turned Me Into a Stone Cold Killer

I miss him. He made me the smart killer I am today. He too learned to harness his psychotic nature. When I was little, he ran a prison, and often tortured death row inmates as a way of getting out his anger and tending to his violent needs. Eventually the state shut down his prison, and he retired. But he did not stop killing and torturing people. He helped me with my hit list. I had a long list of school bullies and teachers I wanted to hurt. And he helped me kill and torture them all.

In the process, he taught me how to kill smartly. And he shared with me key principles I carry with me today, like do not kill folks with a connection to you. Find a surrogate. Do not kill in your own back yard, which means never bring a victim back to your place or kill someone in your neighborhood. Find a place not connected to you to kill, like my kill shack in the woods.

Grandpa was my first accomplice phone sex partner. The only one worth a damn in my life. So, now, I am looking for a new hunting buddy. Some one I can mentor just like my grandpa did for me. Is that you?

Knife Play Phone Sex is Sick Girl’s Go To for Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my weapon of choice. You can rest assured that I will never kill you with a gun. No fun in that. A gun kills you almost instantly too. You cannot torture with a gun. I mean you cannot torture for long at least. But a knife? Hours, even days of torture with a knife. Plus, a knife is diverse and often not traceable back to you. Unless you use some super rare knife that you purchased. Oh, and when you kill with a knife, no residue on your fingers suggests that you just murdered someone.

You still need to be careful with a knife. If you stab someone in a struggle or feverishly you can slice you own hand. I never stab in the heat of the moment. And I rarely stab someone who can fight me back. I use restraints. And I use drugs too. Since I take my time with the torture sex, subduing my victims is key. Unlike your typical serial killer the only consistent things I do include using a knife and restraining my victim. What knife I use varies. How I use the knife varies. Who I torture and kill varies too.

A Sharp Knife is A Girl’s Best Friend

However, I don’t have a type. But I do kill people who annoy me somehow. I know what you are thinking. Everyone annoys me. That is true, but some annoy me more, like Peter did last night. He grabbed my tit on the subway. Although I rarely ride the subway because I hate people, I was hunting. Just waiting for the right tool to show his true self. I only know his name is Peter from his ID. I stalked him to his home. Watched him and waited for him to be alone. Although I rarely kill in my victim’s home, I made an exception for him.

His wife would come home today and find him castrated and dead. Maybe I did her a favor. I made a mess of her bedroom. He bled all over the white sheets. I suffocated him after I let him bleed for an hour. Left his severed dick and balls on the nightstand with a note that says, “I Just Did You a Huge Favor.” Sure, I do not know her. But she deserves better than some subway groper. The only thing I regret is that I did not film it. Would have been an excellent addition to my snuff porn collection.

Snuff Movies Act Like Foreplay for This Sick Bitch

snuff moviesDo you watch snuff movies and get off? I knew I was a twisted freak when I would masturbate to horror movies like Hostel. The thought of torturing people for pleasure made my cunt drip.  However, I am not your typical sick bitch. I never torture animals. Nature is kind to me. The wild animals that live in the woods around my kill shack help me dispose of the evidence. How could I hurt or kill my best accomplices.

Some man hired me to kill his neighbor’s dog. And I took the job knowing I would never kill that dog. However, I would kill the client. He’s a wuss. I mean he wanted to assassinate a dog because it barks at him. Although I have no doubt, he could have killed the dog himself, I think he hired me, so he had an alibi. But I was not killing that dog.

Animals Make the Best Accomplices for a Sick Bitch

However, I did meet the dog and decided I needed to kill two men. The dog’s abusive owner and the tool who hired me. So, I liberated the pup and he now lives with me. Sweetest pup ever. I took care of the abusive owner first. But I could not lure him away, so I killed him in his home. I disguised myself, broke into his house and made him my snuff porn star. Stabbed him over 100 times. Little carefully place cuts so he would slowly bleed out. I chopped his cock off and brought it home for a treat for the pup.

It’s no secret that I like animals more than people. However, I had to disinfect myself after that kill. The loser was a hoarder. The house looked like something in a horror film. The asshat who hired me, I lured to my cabin in the woods for final payment and a toast to a completed job. I let my new dog kill him. All I said was, “Sick balls,” and he did. Tore his junk off while I gutted him like a pig. My new pup ate his entrails while he was still breathing. How awful would it be to watch your dog eat your guts as you take your last breath?

I Will Kill Anyone Who Abuses an Animal

But the doggie was not the only one feeding off his dying body. I tossed him out in the snow and let the wildlife finish him off. Now, I have another accomplice phone sex partner. A beautiful and loyal Rottweiler. No one will kill this pup, or I will go John Wick on their ass. Any loser who mistreats an animal or tries to kill one, will be the one who dies.  

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Run Amuck in a Tech Savvy World

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies run amuck in times like these. I blame social media and smart phones. In this sort of instant world, we have created with everything at our fingertips and a Siri question away, no one has patience anymore. Also, some folks feel emblazoned to say whatever the fuck they want in a text or a comment. They falsely think there will be no repercussions if they do not say what they think to your face.

Not me. This sadistic bitch makes a note of everyone who offends me, and I get my revenge eventually. I have exchanged blows with this one tool for almost a year in a mutual group we belong to. However, he does not live near me. So, I was not sure if my killer phone sex fantasies would ever come true. But dreams do come true when you are patient.

I stalk his social media pages looking for trips he takes for work. And finally, he was nearby. About three hours away. Dumbass posted where he was staying and all his favorite bars and places to eat. Social media makes it easy to stalk your prey. Since he has no clue what I look like or even my real name, it was easy to trap him. I just acted like a woman who wanted to fuck him. Most men let the thought of sex rule their brains over common sense.

Venus Always Gets to Kill Her Man Eventually

I disguised my looks, and when we were back in his hotel room, I gave him a shot of Fentanyl. Just a little bit to subdue him and prevent him from screaming when I carved him up. I do not often kill anywhere but my kill shack, so I had to plan this out carefully, so I did not get caught. But I am a good planner. I knew where the cameras were in the hotel ahead of time, so I could hide my face from them.

Castration phone sex in a hotel room is never ideal, but this bully of a man needed a lesson learned. And since he lives on the opposite coast, I did not have any other choice but to do it this way. I guess he is a lightweight because he never woke up. I did still cut off his cock and his balls, but I did not gut him like a pig. Too much of a risk I would cut myself in the process and leave some DNA behind.

When you take a man’s family jewels the kill looks personal. So, they look at ex-girlfriends first. I have no connection to this loser. I traveled 3 hours to kill him. And I disguised myself. He did die. Not sure if it was from shock and blood loss or from the Fentanyl. But I do not care. He is dead. This marked the first time I killed a man and left the body behind. Normally I get rid of all the evidence. But the loser is dead, and I can rejoice. Now, to work on the other assholes who made my naughty list. Perhaps, you are on my list.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Help Unleash Your Aggression

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex has been busy. Plenty of men with lots of stress and resentment. Well, let it all go with a dark fantasy. Although I am no therapist, I do know how cathartic it feels to explore your darkest fantasies. The kind you cannot tell anyone without fear of being locked up in prison or the loony bin. But I understand. You can tell me your deep dark fantasies.

I talked to Earl last night. Of course, I changed his name to protect his identity. But Earl has a cheating whore wife and a daughter who is milking him dry financially but not giving him a thing in return. Like not even a hand job. Personally, I think if a young teen slut is going to bilk daddy’s wallet, she should also milk daddy’s dick. Do you agree?

So, I suggested to Earl we explore some double rape phone sex fantasies. Although he was initially hesitant to tell me what was on his mind, I have a way of bringing the dark out of callers. And the dark came flowing out as we discussed a home burglary scenario. I hired a man with a huge cock. Like a punisher cock to destroy the holes of his slut wife and whore daughter while he watched. He had the perfect alibi. He was in the house when the intruder forced him to watch as he fucked his wife and daughter.

Let Me Help You Go Down a Cathartic Dark Rabbit Hole

If I am your accomplice, I think of everything. The alibi is the most important thing too. In a home invasion phone sex fantasy, the alibi is easy if you are tied to a chair forced to watch some random stranger ass fuck your wife and teen daughter. You just must act horrified not aroused as my goon with the huge cock destroys the women in your life.

Afterwards, Earl felt a whole lot better. And so will you. I understand that the average man cannot act on his dark fantasies. But I can at least help you work out some aggression if you are willing to go down a dark rabbit hole with me.

Knife Play Phone Sex Intoxicates Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex, I think, is best enjoyed on snowy days. I love the look of blood on white snow. Such a stark contrast and that arouses me. Everything about blood arouses me though. The look, the taste, the feel, the smell… So, when we got our first official snow, I knew I had to hunt. I can always find some prick out at a bar despite the weather. Guys go for Goth chicks. But I am not the typical chick.

I went into my favorite Goth bar last night, and like a moth to a flame, Troy walked up to me with some cheesy pick-up line, and I knew he was my next victim. We had some drinks together. I acted interested in his boring life. Everything about Troy annoyed the fuck out of me. So, I knew he would be my next bloody phone sex victim. And I wanted to do it in the snow too. I love the look of fresh snow covered in blood.

The Look of Blood in the Snow Intoxicates Me

When I suggested we leave, he asked me to pay half the bill. What a loser. He asked me if I wanted something to drink. Even had the waiter put it on his tab. Then when he closes out his tab, he asks me to pay for my drinks. Yeah, this loser would lose his balls tonight I told myself. And he did. But he put up a fight. I thought for a moment he might get the better of me, but then I zapped his balls with a stun gun, and he fell to the floor with a thud. I had him in my kill shack off the beaten path.

Once he fell to the ground, I could take him out easier. I dragged his body into the snow, pulled his pants off and castrated him. First, I took his nuts. I mean I do love castration phone sex for a reason. But he did not bleed enough for my tastes. The cold slows blood flow. So, I decided to take his dick too.

No Loser Deserves to Keep His Balls

I knew the smell of fresh blood would draw out nature’s accomplices. Before long, I had an audience of bears, coyotes and wolves. Even a few birds came out too. In the snow, it is harder for them to find food. So, I like to help them eat. When I chopped his dick off blood splattered everywhere.

I made a small cut on his femoral artery too. I stepped away from him and the animals knew that was their cue to eat. And I watched as they ate him alive. He would not have lived long bleeding like that anyway. So, in a way my furry accomplices just helped put an end to his pain quicker. I knew I would find a loser out in this snowy mess last night. Another loser bites the dust. Who is next?