I was born for knife play phone sex. I have had a passion for knives since I was a young girl. My great grandpa taught me how to hunt when I was still a schoolgirl. He would tell me about different serial killers and teach me how to use a knife for a fair fight. I remember he told me anyone can win a gun fight but to win with a knife means you have skill not luck. Great grandpa had dark desires. He took me on a hunting trip with some of his cronies when I was a young schoolgirl. Girls my age were still playing with Barbies. I soon discovered we were not hunting animals, well at least not the 4-legged kind. Great granddad and his friends hunted criminals who got away with their crimes. The dregs of society, usually who could get away with murder because of their money. On this trip they were hunting a man who had murdered his wife and two young daughters, so he could marry his new young girlfriend. He was a wealthy white man who got off because he could afford the best legal team. When great grandad told me about this rich fuck, I wanted to kill him myself. I did too. It was my first kill. One of my great granddad’s group members tricked him into hiding out in the mountains to avoid the media sensation. The men in the group told me I could kill him though. It was my initiation into this vigilante snuff porn group. I used my knife. I was not nervous or scared. I just lacked the precision and skill I now possess. I stabbed him violently in the chest until he was choking on his own blood. It was messy and quick. But, a girl never forgets her first kill. I have that knife in a glass box, along with a vile of my victim’s blood like Dexter. I don’t kill with such lofty purpose as my great grandpa did, but I did inherit his love for murder.
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Raised for Knife Play Phone Sex and Murder
Playground Predator
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Or a dozen to all to receive your cum.
Bloody Phone Sex Jezabel
Your bloody phone sex whore galore has a confession or two. Nobody should ever let me babysit any brats! I know if a man or woman wants my services its not to keep that sweet-faced brat out of trouble and safe. These are the people that are tired of being a slave to youngins’ and I am just the right accomplice to help murder off these magpies. Some people fuck just for sex, and others fuck to bring out the evil in others. That would be me. I am in full agreement with a daddy who wants to have a little ass rape porn session before I take my time ending the flow of like from cherub faces and teen nightmares. Those little bitches that think they rule the world are so fun to hurt and fucking rip apart before they cease living at my hands. Some ask if this is really what turns me on, and the answer is simply yes, I enjoy snuffing out young life and torture, My bald pussy drips as I use the knife on myself as I recant my chilling blood-curdling adventures in death, castration, and cannibalism.
Castration Phone Sex With Jezabel
This snuff whore really hopes this castration phone sex tale makes your little dick hard as a rock. I’m going to be the last woman to ever see him as a man. He is bound to the OBGYN chair legs shackles arms tied behind his back. He is a pathetic useless man with his little dick pointing straight to the ceiling. I make him look at me in the eyes, my cunt is soaked through my panties. I will have my very own eunuch slave! I will be the last bitch he ever even wants to fuck. This is his choice, he ordered me to cut his balls off. He screams at the tough of the blade, but I will not stop. This is no time for second thoughts as the blade cuts into his beloved family jewels. I still don’t know if I will keep him as my accomplice eunuch or sell him on the black market. All that is certain is his balls will be added to my collection with the others for this dark bitch to admire. He is lucky I don’t slit his throat. But he will be valuable to me or another mistress of the night as her slave that has no desire of the cock. He looks into my eyes one last time, humps the air as I cut him before the cum spurts out of his dick, instead it puddles to the floor as I have his balls in my hand! Boy, do I love being a bloody phone sex castration whore!
Fantasy Phone Sex Seems Real
Fantasy phone sex calls with a sick bitch make your dark desires seem real. I have some fantasies like killing the Kardashian dip shits, but obviously I don’t act on them. I find this line of work very satisfying because I can work out my anger issues as well as my hatred for society. There is not enough time in the world for me to snuff all the losers and bitches that need to be gone. I do enjoy taking out young cock teases before they grow up to be a Kardashian type. I had a unique opportunity the other night to do just that. A friend of mine wanted me to meet his niece. I hated her at hello. I hate most brats. I have zero maternal instincts. He set me up. He knew I would hate her. He knew I would want to make a snuff porn with her. Normally, I don’t kill anyone I have a connection with like this, but she was worth the risk. My connection is to her uncle not her. No one would even know I had met the brat. My friend would be the suspect. We drugged her and took her to my kill shack. He used me because he wanted to fuck her tiny little slit. He wanted to gut her like a pig. Like most men, too weak to do it themselves. I am not weak. I have no impulse control. Once someone is in my cross hairs, they are dead. She called me Wednesday Addams to mock my Goth queen look. I don’t tolerate disrespect from something so young, so I killed her. I brutalized her. Gutted her like a pig and chopped up her remains and fed then to the coyotes. But not before I let her uncle test out his rape phone sex fantasies.
Bloody Phone Sex Fun
Sunday was bloody phone sex Sunday! I am a sick bitch. I like the sight of blood. A lot of blood often means a lot of pain. For you, not me. My knives are my best friend. I have over 1,000 in my collection. I have vintage knives too. My grandfather ran a private prison. It was eventually shut down by the feds because of his cruel and unusual punishment techniques. I take after him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. The difference between us is that I am not torturing incarcerated criminals. I like to make women, men and brats alike bleed. Not just the bad ones either. Granddad only tortured inmates. When his prison was shut down, I inherited everything the feds didn’t take. I have some knives and torture devices from the 40s and 50s and even earlier because he was a collector too. Grandpa had and old cabin in the woods complete with a torture chamber in the basement. I inherited that too. It is three counties away, a 2-hour drive. I make that drive weekly because it is my kill shack. I was there last night because I performed a ritualistic kill in honor of my granddad’s birthday. He would have been 90 yesterday. I picked up this female grifter. I had seen her in action, and she thought she could con me, but the joke was one her. I knew what she was before she spoke. Grandpa liked to make his torture fit the crime, so I tied her up and chopped off her fingers first. I took each finger with a different knife. She likes to pick pockets and boost gift cards, so I took her fingers and her hands slowly and meticulously. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming and crying too. Grandpa would have been proud because I tortured her for hours before I turned her into a snuff victim. She would have been caught eventually and put in prison. I saved the taxpayers money and had some fun. It was Sunday Funday after all.
Accomplice For Bloody Teen Rape Porn
Her body laid cold, yet still breathing slightly. The blood was swirling down the drain after our final take of the teen rape porn. Should I let her linger more? Her blonde hair encrusted with blood so badly that she looked like a redhead. I knew I should end her life soon, give her some relief. But looking at her glazed eyes and the cum and blood all over her gaping wounds made me want to fist fuck her one last time. Would she die on my fist as I tore through her petite frame? Could I be the Angel Of death at the perfect moment to make her cum as she reaches that edge of death I so enjoyed? It didn’t take much to shove my fist where 12 Big Black Cocks had fucked her for hours. One bloody hole of her anus and pussy was all that was left. Her insides cold and breathing gone as I pulled out my fist and stomped her brains to smithereens under my boots. Stupid Bitch, couldn’t even hang on long enough to give me one last pleasure. I hate teen whores!
Blood And Guts Knife Play Phone Sex Slut
I took the job as a babysitter to satisfy my needs for young pussy and cock. And to please the Angel of Death that resides in me. What I wasn’t expecting was the mother to be 8 months pregnant and just having me over to watch the brats while she took a nap and then went shopping. My face was intent on watching that womb bounce with forceful kicks from her bun in the oven. I hadn’t had a fresh one like that in some time. My hand started to twitch and the hunting knife in my boot seemed to heat up on my leg. Visions of me slicing her open like a melon and getting my fresh prey out had me wetting my panties. Then her teenage son came down the stairs in his motorcycle jacket and kissed his mom goodbye as his hands lovingly caressed her stomach. One look into his eyes and I knew he was like me. It was him I had spoken too on the internet and texted. U thought it was the husband, but no I would be murdering them all slowly and now a pregnant whore to force the birth and kill as well. A whisper to my ear said he would be back in two hours and to leave his mother for both of us. I would have her tied up and in shock from watching her little ones be killed and molested in her eyes. This was going to be a good, good night!
Snuff Sex Game Of Chance; Will You Live?
I am an accomplice whore who runs red rooms. But I have a special game I would like to play with my mice. I am the cat and I want to just slice your fucking head off as you are close to cumming. That is the best and long-lasting orgasm I get from men like you. But if you offer me something small and delectable, a whore in training or two that I can use for my red rooms of forced bloody fucking till death, then and then I may spare your life and we can torture and hurt the youngsters and create our own films of tight holes being ripped apart. But I do like to carve a man up slowly and use his cock for my persona l dildo after his body grows cold, and eat his heart for breakfast literally!