Category: Castration phone sex

Laylas Your Sexy Victim

evil phone sex I am easy to fuck when wasted. I was getting ready to leave the party and my freind’s knew I was kind of drunk they begged me to let them give me a ride home. I insisted I would be okay and headed out into the cold night. I felt a little funny like someone was watching me on my street. I tried to ignore the bad feeling I had when I was at the doorstep. I fumbled for my keys. Little did I know someone was hiding behind a tree watching me walk into my apartment. I was so drunk I left my keys right in the lock. It would be my final mistake. I started to stumble into the living room. I payed down on the couch. My titties were spilling out of my tank top. I started to fall asleep. The door cracked open slowly. They made their way in silently. Suddenly I felt a blunt object smack me over my head. I awoke I’m horror. The man standing over me had a gun in his hand. Get down on your knees bitch! He snarled at me. Beating me over the head with the gun he forced me to suck on his cock at gunpoint. I begged him to stop but he hit me over the head so hard I got a concussion. He forced me on to my back and started to sodomize my lifeless body.

Laylas Your Punishment Whore

evil phone sex You had been watching me while jacking off for awhile. I didnt know it but you were following every day. I would walk home from the store and you wouuld be watchig me from the windows of your car. Pretty soon you figured out what street my house was on. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. I wa alone one night starting to drift asleep in my bed. You slid the window open inmy room and crept your way inside. I awoke to someone pouncing on top of me and pinning my shoulders down with my knees. You had a gun in you hand and you started pistol whipping me. Hitting me hard on the side of my head. You said you were going to make me your punishmet whore and if I didnt obey you I would get shot right in the head. You ordered me to get down on my knees and suck your cock immediatley. I was trembling while you forced your cock in my mouth. The barrel of the gun pointing at me.

My Knife, Your Balls

Castration phone sex is what you fucking deserve. I see the way you look at those little girls and perverts like you need your nuts cut off, and sadistic like me love to taunt you with that sweet fuck meat and turn the game on you. I like to make you think you will get to do what all those fantasies you have with that young sweet thing. But you see, I’m really hating on perverts today and I think I’d rather turn the little slut into a hopeful sadistic. I want her to become as sick and twisted as me and making her watch what I do to you with my big knife will be something that will traumatize or inspire her. If she is of the right kind of cloth she will be inspired. If she is a worthless little whiny brat… well then there is only one way to go. I don’t need some brat ratting me out, instead I just call up my guys and let them party with her writhing little corpse. Well she will be alive for most of the torture. To have her little slit ripped up and that puckered ass destroyed. She’ll bleed out, I don’t want them to be easy on her, she does’t deserve that, and you don’t deserve to keep your balls… unless, of course you pay me off. Gratuities accepted and your balls will stay intact.

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Caniballism and Sex with dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesLet me slice you into pieces and eat your soul. I get off on sex with dead bodies just as much as the next pervert. But I love to watch the aftermath of how I will get rid of your pathetic useless body. You deserve to be on a spit and roasted until the meat falls off your bones. Yes, Your cock will be inside me before I cook you, A nice post mortem boner, you will never feel my pussy in life, but after death, I will ride that cock until my cum rains down on you. I will glaze and marinate you and eat your fucking flesh. Gutted and your intestines thrown out for the vultures. Don’t fuck with me if you’re a vanilla man. I am only interested in death, rape phone sex fantasies, and blood and gore! How would you like to serve your Goth Queen today, Alive or In my crockpot? Make my pussy cum with your pathetic weakness, and fill my dark soul with death!

I Became His Victim


Evil phone sex My slutty ways we’re bound to get me trouble. I was at a party with some friends and we had gotten really drunk. No surprise I got so wasted that when it was time leave I was a total mess. I started stripping in front of everyone. And yelling out obscenities. The  host was get annoyed by me so they arranged a ride home for me with the quickness. They had me escorted into the car of someone I didn’t even know. I noticed we were driving really far out. He had asked me where I lived but eventually I realized he wasn’t even headed in that direction. Where the fuck are we going? I yelled. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. He ordered me out of the car. I was so scared I did exactly what he said. He bent me over the hood of the car and forced himself in side of me. I was getting taken advantage of right in the middle of the street.

Layla Gets Violated

 

evil phone sexIm easy to fuck when I drink. I was at a party late the other night. I had gotten really drunk and I think one of the guys at the party had slipped something into my drink. I felt really dizzy and was stumbing towards the door. A man stopped me and he offered me a ride home in his car. Against my better judgement I got into the car with him. He drove me to my house and before I could get out he put a gun to my head and demanded that I give him my keys. Scared to death I did exactly what he told me. He dragged me inside by my arm and pointed the gun at my temple. Strip down naked. He snarled. I took my clothes off and he started feeling all over my body with his greasy hands. He ordered me to lay down on my back and seperate my legs. Then he began to violate my pussy with agressive force. I was crying and begging him to stop while he took advantage of me.

Layla Cant Escape This Time

 

 

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                 Murder makes me feel really kinky. You remember my prostitute friend who had been murdered. Well she had been laid to rest quite some time ago now. so I decided to go to the graveyard to visit. It was a cold and windy night. I was alone I went to the graveyard and noticed something a little strange. Next to her grave was some black roses with a note attached to it. It said ‘I know who killed your freind’ and it had a phone number written on it. Angered by the display, I called the number immediately. ‘Listen do you think this is funny?’ I cussed  them out on their answering machine. And went home really upset I was about to fall asleep on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it. there was a figure standing there with a gun in their hand. ‘bitch get down on your knees! they demanded. they started pistol-whipping me. don’t ever talk to me like that! they snarled ‘you’ll end up just like your friend’ I begged them to stop but they got on top of me and forced my legs open. They took advantage of me just how they did carol.

Snuff Porn Sex is Still Possible

snuff phone sexThis snuff phone sex bitch has isolating down to an art form. It is easy for me. I don’t have boyfriends. I don’t have family. I don’t have friends and I work from home. I can go days without seeing anyone. I can go months too. I don’t need human contact. I prefer to be alone. The only problem is I like to kill. Now that I can’t hunt at malls or bars, I am left with finding prey online. That is what I did last night. I found some desperate loser in need of pussy and so desperate for it, his better judgement was out the window. He has a thing for Goth girls. And that thing for girls like me got him killed and castrated. I spiked his drink. He wanted to get down and dirty from the get-go. Eww. He was short, dumpy and not attractive. He thought that after a week of self-isolating I was that desperate for cock. I would never be that desperate for cock. Never ever that desperate. The spiked drink kicked in fast. He was going to be a fun kill. One I would take slowly and savor. In these times, I don’t know how easy it will be to find another jackass loser like this one. I castrated him first. I waited until he came too, so he could feel me slicing his balls off. Then I cut his dick off. I didn’t just slice it off either. I skinned his dick first, then I cut tiny bits off until he was a bloody stump. He kept passing out from the pain. I ended up stapling his eye lids open and sticking smelling salt up his nose. I then slice him open like he was a dead cadaver. I was making some sick snuff porn and getting fucking wet. He died while I was playing with his insides. He went too quickly. I didn’t have the intense satisfaction for death that I normally get. I guess I am back on the hunt for another stupid loser tonight.

Snuff Sex Evil Bitch Strikes again, and again!

snuff sexI am a snuff sex junkie. I love men who have no idea just what they have gotten into. I am going to make this a long drawn out painful process that keeps that dick hard for me as I tempt you with my sweet virgin cunnies. I will destroy him piece by piece… Make no mistake I will have his dick and balls as my supper. I am a young goth killer and cannibal. “I am the extreme that makes your nightmares tame,” I whisper in his ear. “I adore in pathetic men like you who only used that battery sized dick for the small innocent victims. And my favorite part is when you come willingly to have them removed by you evil bitch Jezabel!” The last thing he sees is an army of men fucking his daughter and wife. And a big butcher knife plunging into those hearts! I wheel the gurney to the cremation chamber and he burns alive. He is you! And you are he! Dare to fuck with this accomplice whore, you might get more than you bargained for!

Layla Involved In Homicide

accomplice phone sexI haven’t heard from one of my friends in a while. I was hoping that they were okay. That night will be in one I will never forget. What I saw made my blood run cold. Headed over to their house and I knocked on the door. There was no answer so I went through the back. The door was unlocked. I went into the living room. I called their name. No one seemed to be there. I checked every room of the house and then I went into the basement. I turned on the light. Tied up with rope and electrical cord around her neck, she had been strangled to death. I ran out the house in a panic. I went straight back to my house and closed the door. I thought to call the cops, but I was scared of what would happen next. My hands are shaking and I could hardly breathe.