Category Archive: Killer phone sex

My Turn

Killer phone sexI’m always the obedient accomplice, the observer, the whore…but tonight I want to feed my demons. They crave a taste of blood and I needed to find my first victim, you made it easy for me. Was it the fact that I was barely covered that made you feel I was safe to approach, because I looked easy? Finally looking for my own victim I realize now why my own masters keep me around to be used for bait. You and so many others see me as harmless. A thought that you will regret in just a bit, yes led me to your car. How convenient you parked in the back, I do that too. My hearts pounding as you pulled me into your lap, releasing your cock and rubbing it between my thighs. You comment on how wet I am when you stick your fingers inside me. Mmmm I am wet, as a feel the demon take control. Sliding down on your cock, and being the whore you wanted me to be. Watching as you moan underneath me. Feeling you climax as I reach in my boot as your head goes back as you release your load inside me. Pulling out a small blade I swiftly slashing it across your throat for my climatic moment. The warm blood covering me as I cum listening to your choke on the blood filling your throat and lungs. When finished I step out of the car. Careful not to touch much. I’m not so good at disposal yet so I just grab the gasoline can I stashed nearby and let flames take care of the rest. And carefully slip into the night feeling refreshed and alive.


Willing Prey

He said he was coming for me…he said he had been stalking me for a while and that he new everything about me!

The call started out normal enough…I took his info and rang up the card…but when I came back,

he was different.Taboo Phone Sex

He told me that he loves to destroy filthy little whores like me.

There was anger in his voice when he was describing how he would tie my wrists tight enough to snap them…

how he would split my soft tender skin with the snap of his belt…

the way he planned on removing my skin with his glowing hot knife!

He wanted to hear my scream and beg for my life.

But it wouldn’t matter…he was going to gut me anyway!

And while I lay there.

my eyes wide open, frozen in death while I bleed out…

He was going to fuck my tight cunt until it grew cold and tight

So of course I did what any pain loving whore would do!

I left the door open and a plate of cookies on the end table!


Young Negro Destroyer!

evil phone sex Just a moment, and I’ll show you what I rustled up for our evil phone sex session! They call me Jezabel from Hell for a good fucking reason. And I call you twisted fuck for the same reason. Come on down to my sadistic torture playroom, and see what I have all locked up for you. I know you like BBC but what about young, black pussy? Little negro sluts are a dime a dozen, much better for a man who needs a young fuck and kill and not s much money as some. White bitches fetch the most money but monkey baby girl pussy is fun to destroy! Let your inner racist out with me. I enjoy all kinds of KKK depravity! Things were much simpler when A white man could forced fuck a coon cunny with no consequences! I have us a little black young whore all strapped up down in my playroom, and I want to watch you violently force your cock into her worthless fuck holes while she screams and begs and cries for us to “please! please stop!” Fuck no, you pathetic little chocolate play toy. Your fuck holes were made solely for my little boy toy here to fuck. He’s going to be slamming his fat, dripping cock into your tiny, young little body. He’s going to tear you apart honey. I’m going to watch, and then I’m going to watch him take his pretty knife and carve a new fuck hole right in the base of your skull. Daddy wants to mind fuck his little pet. Be a good girl, and hold still, monkey slut. We are going to make some snuff movies $ that will buy Miss Jezabel a whole new Nickname. Negro Destroyer!


Cut My Air Off

Strangulation phone sexThe intense joy of strangulation phone sex is often misunderstood. It’s not necessarily that I want to die. It’s the amazing high you start to feel when there is no air coming into your lungs. Combined with an intense arousal. The brain is such a funny thing sometimes instead of feeling pain it tries to hide it from you. I imagine my lungs suffer when I cut off the air supplies but I love the floaty feeling when they don’t get their oxygen fix. It’s worth all the discomfort when that high over takes my system. Wrapped that hand firmly around my neck, or slid a noose around my delicate neck and pull it tight.  Sever my air supply and be the deciding factor on when and if I get it back.


Sadistic Phone Sex Twisted Doll Maker

I wanted to create something and be crafty. I’m a sadistic phone sex bitch and a Queen Bitch at that. I am no fucking Martha Stewart, I’m more a surgeon and butcher. I love cutting up little girls and love my chainsaw. I have a real enjoyment of blood splattering good times too. They go hand and hand. So it’s only the obvious thing to play as a good protagonist and follow my hero’s style. It’s Mistress Gray Frankenstein is an appropriate thing. I obsess over Science and seeing how to reanimate things after piecing them together and cutting up bodies.

Sadistic phone sex

I had the cutest little girl and boy the other day. I was curious about making them into a special little dolly. I found a trashy whore I lured in with some cocaine. I also got myself a high roller that would pay to watch me destroy these three. He loved the blood show and sound of the chainsaw cutting bones. I loved standing over my victims in heels and my hot body barely covered.

I needed to pull an Elizabeth Bathory and have that blood splatter over my bare flesh. I drained them over a tub and bathed in their plasma and blood while i masturbated in the bath. I loved stitching the little boys cock onto the girls body and the breasts of the trashy whore on her too.

Mutilation phone sex

You can play with my Frankenwhore if your good. I added the hookers long legs to that little body also. My client loved fucking himself with that little limbs of my little victims and putting the whores vagina on the little boy’s bottom was a true move for the real money. He was ecstatic and tipped me a cool grand! I love my eccentric Millionaire clients they are the best!


Knife Play Phone Sex is My Thing

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my thing. I like to slice and dice. I am called the wicked butcher online and on the dark net. Venus is not my real name, but your probably guessed that. Girls must have some secrets, right? Only my family knows my real name. It is one of the ways I go undetected. I am a ghost. Back to my knives. I castrate. I stab. I cut. I slice. I dice. Sometimes I torture a victim, other times I kill them. My knives are my best friends and the only friends I ever need. I was on a killing spree last night. I was just in a mood. Let me tell you the snowstorm was my accomplice because it made people stuck and prevented them from escaping. It was like 0 degrees last night but there were folks out. I had my dad’s old tow truck as my cover, and I picked up a few different victims. My favorite though was a mom and her cute little girl. What kind of mother drags her angel out in a snowstorm to get booze and cigarettes? Not a mom who deserved to live. They got stuck in the snow, so I offered a lift home with the car in tow. I have many skills and loading a car on a tow is one of them. It was so dark, and the mom was already drunk as a skunk, so no one realized I was taking them to my kill shack. Mom was guzzling her straight vodka in the back. I carried her in the house and punched her, knocking her out. I put her brat in a dog cage. Made her watch while I put her pathetic mother out of her misery. I just stabbed her in the stomach and ripped her open. Gutted her like a pig and watched her bleed out. I swear her organs smelled of liquor. They were fermenting. The daughter was in the cage crying and screaming. I fed mom to the coyotes, then mopped up the floor. The little girl, I am saving for you. You can be my accomplice phone sex partner because I know you have a thought or two about what we can do to her.


Torture Phone Sex Princess

torture phone sex

I may enjoy being the victim when it comes to torture phone sex, but every now and then, when I’m being tortured, I think about what it would be like to take my power back. Yes, I’m submissive by nature but nobody in life is a one-trick whore. So my mind takes me to this far away place where I am the one in charge. Where I am the one with the knives, whips, clamps, and hot candle wax. Oh and let’s not forget those dildos that are too big to fit in the holes my torturer intends them to be for. It really gets me through those times when I need my mind to wander.

The first thing I’d do is tie him up so tightly that his arms and legs can’t move at all just like he does to me.  I wonder how he is feeling when he sees me break out the nipple clamps with sharp pins in them.  I’m gonna twist them on really tight, just like he does to me and I hope his nipples bleed. And speaking of blood, I think I’m going to get a knife out and run it up and down his body to leave him with some scars just like he has done to me. The options are limitless and every time some fucker tortures me, I pick up new ideas of how I will inflict pain on my next victim.


Knife play phone sex slut

knife play phone sex

I was sitting on my bed, in my dorm room when the door slowly creaked open. I stood frozen in panic, in nothing but a tank top and g string panties as a strange man walked in. As he turned to lock the door, I caught sight of a big, sharp knife in his hand. He pushed me back onto my bed and told me that I better not try to fight back. He slid the blade down my body, slicing my panties off. He lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath. He pressed the blade into my throat and told me that he was going to force fuck my brains out. He then told me that I better beg, plead and pray if I wanted my pathetic life spared. I don’t think he realized that the dorm he had broken into belonged to a twisted, evil knife play phone sex whore. I was more than ready to be his snuff slut for the evening. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I begged him to stab that blade into my throat instead of begging for my life. He wrapped my sliced up g-string around my throat and started to strangle me with it as he was jamming his cock into my asshole. As I began to lose consciousness I could feel his hard dick dumping cum into me. He pulled the fabric tighter and watched as my face turned pale blue and then deep purple. When he felt my body go limp, he dropped me on my face and left to find his next victim. I wasn’t the first and I won’t be his last…

 


Rip My Heart Out

Knife play phone sexOh that dreaded holiday is finally behind us. You didn’t need a valentine, if you want someone’s heart you just take it. Carefully playing with your blades, sharpening and testing the points. Save only the sharpest one for me. Make sure the table is ready and straps tested to be tight and secure. I won’t run away but can’t promise my body won’t react to the craving into my flesh. Make the first cut just the upper left of my chest follow the dotted lines you marked out a complete circle to carve out a little hole in my chest. Pulling off the flesh, with minimum blood giving you a perfect view of the heart currently still pounding in my chest. You tease me as you reach in and ask if I can feel my heart in the palm of your hand. Sharing one last laugh with you, as you grip tight around the beating muscle and tear it right out of my chest. My last sight as the world fades away is you laughing covered in blood splatter, and blood shooting out my chest cavity traveling down my tits and slowly dying down as my blood grows colder. Unable to live on without the missing piece currently in your hand.


Cooking With Daddy Pt. Two

Cannibalism phone sexDaddy served us our drinks and I carefully watched as she grew sleepy. I love when the panic spikes for a moment when the little piggy realizes that she’s just been drugged. By then it’s too late nothing can be done except enjoy the desperate look and fear on her chubby little face. Then there is only the small things left to do while daddy preheats the industrial oven he has in the basement. I have the pleasure of undressing piggy and removing any annoying hair and rubbing her whole body down with olive oil mixed with several herbs so the skin cooks to a perfect crispiness. Daddy comes up to help me out, he loves stuffing her insides with potatoes, onions, carrots, and some apples for a slight sweetness. It’s my job to help daddy hold up her limbs to tie them with wire to ensure proper cooking. We carried our fat piggy down stairs to her pan, to finish up the final touches before covering her with foil and then slid into the oven. I like to sit by the oven and watch the moment when piggy squeals as she bakes. It only lasts a few minutes but it’s the most enjoyable for me. This little fatty took about 6 hours to thoroughly cook all the way through. The first cut into the crispy flesh had a clear river of juices leaking out from it. I smiled watching it drip after cutting the first slice of the rump for daddy to enjoy. It’s his favorite part.


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