Category: Bloody phone sex

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.

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.

Torture phone sex

 

I’ve grappled with the unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity beneath the surface. Despite the facade of a perfect life and the accolades of beauty, I perpetually viewed myself as unattractive. A pivotal moment arrived when an odd sense of beauty emerged, not from an injury, but from a deeper source within.Torture phone sex

Rather than seeking aid, I reveled in the peculiar pleasure of the pain, immersing myself in a dark realm of self-discovery. This twisted journey propelled me to intentionally inflict pain for gratification, masked as mere clumsiness to the outside world. The desire swelled, morphing into an insatiable yearning for external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure transformed into an unquenchable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies, even if it meant plunging into the abyss of non-existence. Inextricably entwined in this forbidden kink, I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, bringing my ultimate, horrifying fantasies to life.

Sex with dead bodies is what my uncle needs

When you catch your uncle having Sex with dead bodies, your life changes forever. He had used my holes many times. Even when I would bleed, he just fucked me harder. There were many times he wrapped his hands around my neck. As he fucked me, he would squeeze my neck harder and harder. Therefore, I would pass out.

That is when I would wake up and find him filling my cunty or butthole up with his thick semen. So, when I saw the limp body under him getting pounded it made me happy that I woke up time and time again when he used me. The look in his face was so sadistic as he looked at me while pounding her limp body. “You wish it were you I was fucking baby girl” he says jokingly.

“Sit on her face is not like you will smother her” he demands me to do. I know not to disobey my sadistic uncle. Therefore, I take my panties off and sit right on her breathless face. Since my uncle was fucking her so hard, her face vibrated on my cunty. “I’m about to tinkle, ” I say to my uncle. “It’s called cumming,” he said.

Sex with dead bodies

“I’m going to fill her lifeless body up” he moans out as my cunty sprays her face. My uncle has made me into a sicko just like him. Now I love watching Ass rape porn and finding a young victim to make some with. 

Domination Phone Sex with Some CBT Because You are a Loser

domination phone sexDo you need domination phone sex? I find that many men do. Now, I am a sexy switch. I can be submissive if you are a real man. But some tiny dick loser no longer gets to dominate me. I am almost 40 and I have decided that I like being worshiped and spoiled. But only real men get to do that. Sometimes, I think a man is a real man, but then I find out I was wrong.

Charlie and I had a wonderful date on Friday, but when we got back to his place, I discovered his cock was no bigger than my pinky finger. Hell, no. I laughed. And he tried to punch me. But I was not in the mood to let this loser beat me up. I do not want anyone to beat me up. Not anymore. But I can defend myself well.

I Defend Myself with CBT like Castration

I kicked him in the balls. My stiletto shoe brought him to his knees. Since I enjoy cock and ball torture sex, I decided to trample his worthless pecker. He cried out like a little bitch as I did a dance on his worthless wiener. He had it coming to him. I mean who tries to punch a woman in the #MeToo era? A loser who deserves to be castrated. Although I have never chopped a guy’s nuggets off, I fantasize about it all the time. This loser’s dick and nuggets were so minuscule that my stiletto shoe alone could castrate him.

So, I used a little force with my heel. Dug it in deep then rocked my food back and forth until I severed one nugget. While he writhed around in pain and bled, I took care of the other testicle too. I filmed it. Everything, even him trying to punch me. A nanny cam keeps me safe and gives me security from worthless men like Charlie. He gave me enough info on our date to know how to find him at work. A high public official like himself might loose everything if he was caught trying to assault a woman.

I was simply defending myself with castration phone sex. And I will do it again too.

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.  

Bloody phone sex will make your that dirty cock cum hard!

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex will make your that dirty cock cum hard! I know you love it when I talk dirty to you, so I thought I’d write this blog to let you know just how much I crave your hard cock and twisted desires.

You know how much I love it when you stick your thick, hot cock in all of my holes. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something so thrilling about knowing that you can use me however you want, whenever you want. And I’m always ready for you, ready to give you fresh meat to play with.

I know it may sound twisted to some, but I can’t help it. The thought of getting all bloody and messy with you makes me so incredibly horny. It’s like a primal instinct taking over, and all I want is for you to use me for your pleasure.

Some people may judge us for our kinky desires, but I don’t care. They just don’t understand the rush we get from indulging in our darkest fantasies together. And one of my favorite fantasies is cannibalism. The thought of consuming flesh in a sexual context is such a turn on for me. And I know you love it too.

I can just imagine you on the other end of the phone, listening to my moans as you describe in detail what you want to do to me. I can almost feel your hot breath on my skin as you whisper your twisted desires in my ear. It’s like we’re together in a twisted, dark place, far away from the judgmental eyes of society.

And when we’re done, I can almost taste the satisfaction on your tongue as you tell me how much your dirty cock just loves all the bloody filth we created together. It’s like our own little secret, and the thought of it makes me want you even more.

So, Master, whenever you’re feeling horny and need a little release, just remember I’m here waiting for you. Your twisted little Marley, ready to indulge in some Evil phone sex with you. Let’s get bloody and dirty together, baby.

 

Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

evil phone sex

Stephanie the evil phone sex slut can’t wait to entertain a sick fuck like you with my stories of being a torturous whore. Nothing is off limits when you have a fucked up slut like me as your accomplice. I’ve snuffed out entire families before, all for the pleasure of men that I barely knew. I’m a horribly twisted bitch looking for an evil daddy to serve. I have a buffet of victims for you to choose from and just got some new ones, as well. I just took a new job as a housekeeper in some bougie neighborhood full of overly trusting assholes. They handed me a key to their house and blank check but they have no idea what hiring me is going to cost them. I didn’t give a fuck about the money, I was just looking for new victims and who better than some rich, snobby fucks? No one ever suspects the sweet, little maid but I’m the one who went around and unlocked every window in the house today. I’ll be the one sneaking in with my Master late tonight and going room to room, snuffing out the little brats before moving on to the parents. I don’t give a fuck to sneak quietly either. I want to get caught so that I can tie up the parents and force them to watch while I’m gutting their tiny, precious brats. We’ll gut them and then I’ll hold them open so that Master can ram his cock into their little limp bodies. Forcing the parents to eat the organs of their slain and mutilated offspring gets me so fucking hot and wet! I won’t be able to stop myself from rubbing my cunt and laughing in their faces while I suck their brats blood off of Master’s hard dick. Anyone out there as evil as I am and want to play dirty tonight??

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.

Mutilation phone sex so many toys so much skin.

Mutilation Phone Sex Mutilation Phone Sex so many toys so much skin. At the same time not enough skin. All in all we don’t need a knife when there are a p leather of items. To name a few, broken glass, torch, Philips, Flathead, razor, arrowhead, among many others. Now the human body has a lot of skin. Fun fact skin is considered an organ. It is the largest organ on a human. Next fact is scaring will not occur on the first two layers of skin. In fact once you are through the top 5 (outer skin) is when you will have the ability to mutilate a body.

Now we can always find a female to have female genitalia mutilation. Partial is where some of the clit is removed. Fun fact there are over one thousand nerves in the clitoris. Taking the foreskin of penis is male genitalia mutilation. I digress.

Sadistic phone sex quickly takes over.

When scaring one. You must like to hurt homo sapiens. Now this is where I come in. All in all you will not find someone that enjoys harming the human race more than I. Scaring and making sure that sadist in me is satisfied. After all between you and me; we will get off on torturing the humanoid. Gushing all over them. Fucking with them tied, gaged, at the same time, cutting, stabbing, and harming in countless ways.

In fact make out own holes to fuck instead of the standard ones. Cum inside of them. The burning of the salt in the cum will leave them screaming. On the whole we may let them scream while carving out another fuck spot. At the same time we could very well gag them and wonder if they will gag and have reverse peristalsis. Wouldn’t it be great if they did?

Quickly now. Pick the next victim less I make you the victim.