Category: Bloody phone sex

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.

Sadistic phone sex in the mornings is a sinful good time

https://snuffphonesex.com/harper/Sadistic phone sex starts my mornings off the right way! Even before I have had my first bump,  or J, I get extremely sick fucks at my doorstep.  But you know what? 

     Little Miss Harper loves to be your slut in the early morning. It’s okay to make me into your total cum rag! You better be ready for my sloppy seconds and third rounds. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before you leave. Just make sure you leave a big load for me to clean up! 

Sadistic phone sex sick fucks need early morning release. 

      Have to be quiet about the things you really love? For instance, I have a man who loves to have his brain melted with blasphemy as I have a herd of Girl calves mutilated and tortured. As I whisper his brain full of horrible dark things he is absorbing all my evil! Mwahahahaha!  Hail satan and the disastrous blood shed That I have for your cock. Let me whisper your name as I let loose a torrent of blasphemy and bloody phone sex in your ear.  You need a young thang like me to lead you astray. And I am up for making all men just as vile as I am!             

          Come and join me in my dark and evil world. I’ll show you the darkest pleasures of life. Together, we can make the world an even more corrupted place. Let us be partners in crime and create havoc and mayhem. Let us be the devil’s disciples and rule the world!

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner Cassandra Finds You Young Talent to Fuck

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex means no limits. We can let ourselves go to the darkest recesses of our minds. And those most vile and perverted thoughts get me the wettest. Hard to believe that when I started fighting for my freedom almost 5 years ago, I would be a willing accomplice now. My former master would have killed me if I had not made myself useful and bargained for my freedom.

Although, I know I have brought him countless girls who he has fucked to death, I used to feel badly about it. However, I am seasoned now. The world has plenty of young whores. And plenty of them come into this world every minute. So, they are replaceable. My former master hires me a couple times a month to bring him something new. For two years, I earned my freedom one cute young toy after another until I met my quota. Now, I bring him snuff porn stars for a hefty fee.

He knows I understand his type. And that I will not take his money and disappear. Any smart person would never do that. He will hunt them down and kill them too. I’ve worked hard to get in his good graces, so I will not fuck it up. I brought him a little red-headed whore this time. He likes his whores young, and tight. But he likes all races and hair colors. Just needs something tight on his cock to get off.

Having Me as Your Accomplice Partner Comes With Perks

He kills them or sells them when they lose their thrill. I knew I was well past my expiration date with him. So, I thought fast. Although I lack book smarts, I have street smarts in spades. My former master wanted me to watch him fuck this red-headed slut. That meant she was a one and done girl. And he needed me to dispose of her after he was done fucking her. Some girls he fucks once and others he keeps around longer.

Part of the benefit of me as your snuff sex partner is that I clean up your mess. He shredded this girl’s pussy. Once he was done both her ass and cunt looked like raw hamburger meat. He rag doll fucked her. And I finished her off and buried her in the boondocks. My trunk is full of the DNA of missing sluts. What’s one more, right?

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.