Category: Evil phone sex

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Domination Phone Sex Lets Me Explore My Revenge Fantasies for James, The Boy Who Broke My Heart

domination phone sexAs a sexy switch, I never mind exploring domination phone sex fantasies. The beauty of a snuff site like this includes being able to fantasize about anything even getting revenge on an old sweetheart. I met James in college. And I liked him so much. Honestly, I gave him every indication that I wanted to date him. However, he never picked up on it. And when he picked up on it finally, it felt too late. He graduated from college. And left me behind.

He tried reconnecting with me after he left college, but I shut him out. I had to. I did not want him breaking my heart once again. And I thought we had something special, but he took far too long to realize it. A girl can’t wait forever, can she. So, when he reached out to me out of the blue, I hatched a devious plan to get my revenge. And my revenge involved some cock and ball torture sex.

We agreed to meet for dinner. And I brought along something to drug his food. He always thought I was a sweet innocent girl next-door type of woman. So, he would never suspect that his rejection turned me into an evil bitch. Although we did reminisce about the good old days, I could see that he wanted me and that he regretted the way things ended. But I moved on. Well, sort of moved on. I have been letting my anger and resentment fester for decades.

I’ve Had Years to Think About Revenge

By the time we got back to my place, the drugs I put into his food kicked in. He pretty much passed out on me. Which is what I wanted. I needed time to tie him up and strip him naked. When he woke up, he found himself tied naked to a bed in a dark room with no windows and only candlelight. I built a dungeon in my house to keep him prisoner. He seemed perplexed and baffled at why I did this. And I explained to him I should’ve had a much different life if we had only met sooner. Or perhaps if he picked up on my love language back in the day.

He didn’t understand and wanted to know where the sweet girl he once knew went. And I told him he killed her. Now it felt right to get revenge. While tied up, I sat on his face and suffocated him with my muff. Squeezed my thighs so tightly against his head that I felt like I could crush it. It forced him to lick me like pussy eating was an Olympic sport. Well, he literally licked me for his life. I squeezed his balls and twisted them with my long red fingernails. And I definitely left a mark.

The Girl James Once Knew is Long Gone By Now

He killed the old me. Turned me into a bad ass bitch who gets revenge on the men who wronged her. But I debated my own self about what to do with him. I could’ve killed him and he knows that. However, I decided to keep him prisoner in my basement for all eternity. He’s not without certain skills. The kind of skills that women need occasionally need. Whenever I need to orgasm, I can pull him out of his cage and force him to worship me like a good puppy dog.

Honestly, when he reached out to me after all these years, I thought about killing him. I truly harbored murder phone sex fantasies for my old college sweetheart. And now he will be my eternal prisoner. He will serve as my sex slave. And as stress relief. Anytime I feel overwhelmed, I can go downstairs and squeeze his balls. In fact, I think he might like that. But I know he will like licking me whenever I need licked, which is often. The innocent love lorn coed disappeared. We can enjoy a new relationship now. But this time, I’m in charge.

Sadistic phone sex fantasies are some of my favorites!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Sadistic Phone Sex fantasies are some of my favorites.

I love inflicting pain on you.

You get to watch my eyes light up with every slap I give you.

Every slap across your face makes my nipples hard and sends a shiver up my spine.

I’ll start gently at first, but you know you’re going to feel my pain.

Every whip, I increase my strength.

I want to see red marks all across your body.

My pussy starts dripping at the sight of you, on your knees begging me to stop.

You pathetic little fuck. You are right where you belong, under me, looking up in fear.

Cower and whimper for me, baby.

You’re a sad little bitch getting completely dominated by a sexy ass woman!  

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Knife Play Phone Sex Gets Me Off

That’s right baby, let me see how far you can go! If you want to drill me with that big huge knife of yours then you better make sure you succeed at your attempt! Give me everything you got. I’m your fucking slave. Make me you’re little bloody bitch!  Make me get down on my fucking knees and take everything you’ve got! I’m your bloody little whore. Make me be you’re little bitch! Give me exactly what I want out of you, you sick fuck! You want to see me at my worse. Then make sure you punish me with all of your filthy tools so I can see the blood dripping down the side of my neck.  Uhhh yea you sick fucker! Pound me until I cant take anymore and treat me like a dirty piece of trach when your done. Castrate me to pieces. You’re so fucking filthy you nasty fucker! That’s my type of fucking bloody shit!Knife Play Phone Sex

Snuff Sex is All Chelsea Craves

 

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I’m on my knees, face pressed into the filthy carpet, my wrists pinned behind my back by a grip like iron. The first one rams into my ass without warning—no lube, no mercy. I scream, but it’s drowned out by the jeers. He’s thick, splitting me open inch by inch, and I can feel every ridge of his cock tearing through my tightest hole. My nails dig into my palms as he fucks me like a piece of meat, his balls slapping wet against my cunt.

They take turns—no breaks, no tenderness. One shoves his cock down my throat while another replaces the first in my ass. I’m choking, gagging, my eyes watering as they use every hole with savage brutality. The second one in my ass is even bigger, stretching me past the point of pain into a numb, raw agony. He grabs my hips and pounds into me, grunting like an animal, his fingers digging bruises into my skin.

The room reeks of sweat, cum, and my own fear. I’m just a hole for them—a warm, tight place to dump their loads. When the first one cums deep inside me, it burns, thick and hot, leaking down my thighs. There’s no end. They just keep coming, laughing, their hands grabbing my hair, my tits, my ass. I’m their toy, bought and paid for, and they’ll break me before they’re done.

Cannibalism Phone Sex With A Side of Bitch Bone Stew

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex fantasies keep my darkest callers on my phones, hearing the stories of us kidnapping young demons making them the main course of the night. 

My last caller had a fantasy, a very sick and twisted fantasy where we went to a school yard and collected the ingredients for our feast. 

Two pretty young and tender ankle biters, when we get them back to the house, we violate all of their holes two times. 

Using dildos and butt plugs to stretch them out, their screams filled the room, we both are turned on to the max, once finished torturing their holes leaving them gaping. 

Suffocating both their small bodies, it was my turn to shine, fileting their small bodies, chopping their limbs off, dicing their bodies in cubes for a delicious stew filled with celery onions, potatoes and carrots. 

Hours later the flesh is nice and tender, I prepare my Master a huge bowl of bitch bone stew, rubbing my cunt as I watch daddy enjoy my delicious meal. 

Do you want a bowl ?

Violent phone sex with an evil slut

violent phone sex

I’m ready to rub my pussy to your most evil and violent phone sex fantasies. My favorite caller makes my whore cunt drip when we talk about torturing his ex, Kyleigh. She left him for another man and he can’t stop obsessing over it.

I fuel his rage by reminding him that she’s probably sucking Alex’s cock while we’re talking about mutilating her.

I’m trying to convince him to finally go hunt her down and snuff her out. He can call me for instructions once he gets to her. I want to listen and be telling him the most evil and hateful things as he slides his sharpest blade through her throat.  We’ve fantasy fucked this slut so many times that it feels like practice at this point. I know exactly what he’s going to do to her when he finally gets his hands on her.

On our last call, I slit her throat and had him suck the blood as it spurted and sprayed from her neck. After getting a taste of her blood, he used his teeth to rip big chunks of her throat out. He chewed them up and then bit even more of her off. Her face, neck, tits and even nipples were shredded and destroyed. I was busy cutting her belly open and ripping out everything that I could grab with one hand.

My other hand was soaked in her blood and I was using it to rub my slutty pussy.

Together, we chopped and ripped that whore’s head off and then mutilated every inch of her beyond recognition.  One day I’ll be on the phone when he hunts her down for real and actually snuffs her out. I can’t wait to finger fuck my whore cunt and listen as he takes that stupid bitch’s life!

Gothic Phone Sex Play with a Worthless Whore like me!

Gothic Phone Sex

You need Gothic Phone Sex fun with a sexy Goth Whore like me!

Goth bitches love to be degraded and treated like shit.

You can completely own me and do whatever you want to all my holes.

Fuck me raw and treat me like a complete worthless whore.

Spit on me, pee on me, I am trash you get to fuck.

I will take all my punishments like the bad slut I’ve been.

Hit me hard and leave a mark across my face and ass.

I want everyone to know I am the whore you fuck whenever you need to.

Your girthy cock fits perfectly inside all my holes.

Ram it inside me again and again until I’m begging you to stop.

But don’t ever stop hurting me.

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Snuff Sex is The Best Mind Melting Insidious Odd Pleasures

Snuff sex is the ultimate high for me; it’s like a game of cat and mouse. First, I spot you slinking through the shadows, a pathetic creature driven by your filthy urges. No doubt, you think you’re hunting prey tonight, but you’re the one being tracked.
So, I follow your scent—cheap cologne and desperation—as you creep along the alley walls. Ultimately, your fingers twitch, hungry for something you’ll never touch. Just one second, I let you believe you’re in control for a few more strides.
Then, I step out from behind the dumpster. Therefore, you freeze, eyes wide, mouth slack. Obviously, you recognize the danger in my smile, the death glint behind my dark irises.
Of course, I don’t speak. After all, words are wasted on vermin. Instead, I tilt my head, inviting you to follow. And you do—because losers always follow the promise of forbidden pleasure.
Behind the abandoned warehouse, I stop. Then, I turn to see you’re panting, hands shaking, cock already half-hard in your pants. In fact, I see the hunger in your eyes, the expectation of some quick fuck in the dark.
Poor thing. You have no idea what I have planned.
First, I wrap my gloved hand around your throat. As I squeeze lightly, enough to make your breath catch. Oh, you think it’s foreplay, I feel your pulse hammering against my palm.
Then I whisper the directive: You’re going to die tonight, a slow death, and you’re going to thank me for it.
Next, I drag my knife across your belt, slicing it clean. Therefore, your pants drop to your ankles. Ultimately, you’re exposed, shivering, and confused. So, I press the blade flat against your thigh, then slide it upward, drawing a thin line of blood.

Snuff Sex Where The Night is My Playground

Now, you hiss, but I clamp my other hand over your mouth.
Next, I force you to your knees. While your legs are tangled in your fallen pants, useless. So, I kick them away, leaving you naked from the waist down. As the cold concrete bites into your kneecaps. While circling around my prey, I can’t help but laugh.
After that, I pull a length of rope from my pocket. Loop it around your wrists, cinch them tight behind your back. Of course, you’re struggling, but I’ve already got you. Finally, I yank the rope upward, forcing your shoulders back, arching your spine.
Then I shove you forward onto your face. Your cheek scrapes against the gravel.
Finally, I plant my boot on the back of your neck. Then press down until your skull grinds into the pavement and the stiletto heel penetrates your inner ear.
Meanwhile, your muffled screams vibrate through the soles of my boots as the blood swarms from your head. Now, I lean close, lips brushing your ruptured ear. Ultimately, I deliver the final directive: I’m going to peel the flesh from your bones with my scalpel right here and now.
In fact, you’ll feel every nerve ending burn. Then, when you’re nothing but a raw, weeping mess, I’ll leave you here for the rats.
No sex. Just the hunt, the catch, and the slow, beautiful destruction.
Snuff sex

Fuck Me to Hell and Back

blasphemy sex

Oh fuck, sinners, listen to this holy whore’s confession. Last night in that dusty church, I straddled the altar, legs spread wide over the Virgin Mary’s statue. My juicy cunt dripped nectar onto her face as Father Dominic’s massive cock speared my tight hole. ‘Jesus Christ, pound this blasphemous pussy!’ I moaned, grinding down hard, his balls smacking my ass while I clutched the crucifix like a dildo.

He flipped me onto the Bible pages, ripping my thong aside to slam deeper, stretching me raw. I hawked a loogie on the holy book, screaming, ‘Fuck God, fill me with your demonic seed!’ My tits bounced wildly as he choked me with his rosary beads, then shoved them up my asshole for double penetration.

I came like hellfire, squirting arcs that soaked the pews, his hot jizz erupting inside, leaking out to baptize the floor. Praise the devil—blasphemy sex is my new religion. Who’s joining my next sacrilegious gangbang?