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Snuff and Castration Phone Sex Bitch

castration phone sexFor the love of Satan, I have no clue why guys call a castration phone sex specialist for GFE phone sex. Do I look like the kind of girl who enjoys sweet nothings and romance? Fuck no. I chop off balls and torture men, women and young ones. I guess I might be the kind of GFE Charles Manson or Ted Bundy would date, but I would probably kill them too. You know, I’d have trust issues. I did recently start seeing a guy. Don’t worry, I get girly over no one. Not even a sick pervert like me. I castrated this guy’s competition last year. It was a dirty castration too. I used a rusty jagged knife, and the bottom of a hot frying pan, so he would have a nasty reminder of what a fucktard he was. The guy I am seeing paid me last year to castrate this loser who was banging his wife. He was afraid she would get knocked up by him. We connected then. He hates little ones too. We had a chance meeting again. He is now divorced and has a taste for revenge and torture sex. His ex-wife has a baby sister he wanted to fuck up for being an annoying twat. He showed me her social media shit and we agreed she had to go. She was a bully and a cunt. Stupid too because she fell for a bullshit line about a modeling gig. She showed up, I drugged her, and I took her to my kill shack where Greg was waiting. When she woke up, she pitched a fit, but I put a ball gag in her mouth and told Greg to explore his torture fantasies. He stabbed her savagely for hours. Missing all the major arteries until the end. He wanted to string out the pain and the bloodbath as long as he could. Normally, I help kill, but this was his debut. I just watched and masturbated, so proud of my special friend. We fucked in her blood before disposing of the remains.

Welcome to Fall with Domination Phone Sex and Snuff

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is why men call me. They love ordering around a blonde, buxom bimbo like me. I like it too. Richard is an older man I met on the fetish circuit. He is a dominant man with a bevy of beautiful sex slaves. When we hooked up in person, I knew it was essentially an audition. He is looking to expand his posse. He is like the Hugh Hefner of submissive whores. Every season, he picks a new slave. I was auditioning to be his welcome to Fall whore. He is picky, however. His whores must be blonde, buxom and have no body hair. I keep my pussy shaved anyway, so I was ready to meet the infamous Richard. His slaves are well taken care of. If he selected me, I would be paid and receive health care. I wanted the gig, but he was more dominant than I expected. I felt like I was auditioning for a snuff porn. His nipple clamps were electric. It felt like my nipples were being tased. He put one on my clit too. His paddle to spank me had nails attached. If he spanked me hard, I would be in trouble. I tried not to complain or cry. I wanted to flunk the audition, but I feared that if I did, it might kill me. He made it clear that he could kill me anytime and bury me under some Fall leaves and I wouldn’t be found until Spring. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to play it straight by not crying or showing pain, but I lost it with the first whack to my ass. Like 50 nails tore my flesh. I could feel blood trickling down my ass. “You can show pain, Cassandra. I like it,” he said as he pulled out his cock. He whacked my tits too. I started crying and begging for mercy. He came on my tits and said I was hired as his Fall whore. He likes screamers. Fuck.  I should have tried to keep my mouth shut. I’m going to need that health insurance. Fuck Fall, I will be dead before its over.

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Cheerleaders or Cannibals?

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Why is there always someone shoving knifes and cocks into me? Actually, I am kind of used to that, but being eaten in places other than my pussy, that was new for me. The first day of school wasn’t bad, and cheerleading practice was a blast as always. Now that I am cheer captain, all of the girls want to be my friend, and I am so excited about it. A group of the girls invited me to a cemetery party later that night, and I hate cemeteries, especially at night, but I agreed to go because I wanted them to think I was cool. When I got home I showered, and I did my hair and makeup. I slipped into my little black dress, and snuck out the window. I sneak around a lot because whenever my foster dad sees me, he violates me. I get to the cemetery, and all of the girls are wearing these weird black robes. It seemed like it was just me and the girls there. I was really confused, and I asked if the party was moved and they hung around to tell me. I was answered with silence. They started walking through the graveyard, and I didn’t know what else to do so I followed them. In the very back of the cemetery was a large crypt, and the girls walked into it. I assumed that’s where the party was, but I was so creeped out. I considered turning around and going home, but I didn’t want them thinking I was a pussy. So, I walked in after them, and when I walked in the large stone door was pushed closed behind me. the girls were standing around a star drawn on the floor with chalk, and I the center was a huge man I have never seen. They forced me into the circle with him, and they joined hands around us. I tried to run, but the man grabbed me. He threw me to the floor hard enough that we both knew I was not getting up. He violated all of my holes, while they chanted bullshit in an other language. When he was done with me, he stepped out of the circle, and all of the girls closed in on me. They pounced like tigresses, and began ripping my flesh off with their teeth. How do I always get myself into these situations?

Autumn Air Brings Killer Phone Sex

Killer phone sexI step outside tonight and took a deep breath. I noted the slight chill in the air and looked over to the tree beside my apartment. I noticed a few leaves had already made their descent onto the ground. I felt a chill up my spine but a aching between my legs. Fall is arriving and I know exactly what that means. I’m not sure why but I notice during this time of the year men tend to be more animalistic and give into their really dark desires. I find more willing men to inflict those fantasies and craving onto me. I guess in a way it’s my favorite time of the year, in fact since I stepped outside I haven’t really been able to stop touching myself, thinking about all of the nasty things I got up to last year. Not to mention the really hot intense Killer phone sex that the Fall wind blows my way. I don’t think it’s a coincidence I do believe there is some dark power that drives men during this time of the year. So fight it, but other embrace it allowing their dark instincts to surface. I bet you are feeling them creeping up on you now, that’s why you are here. It’s ok don’t be ashamed to think about afflicting horrors onto me. I invite evil in, take me and do as you wish.  Even now I type up my invitation slowly as my free hand toys with my eager pussy, twisting and tugging just to feel a little pain. I need you to understand that I have always looked for those who appreciated my affection for the dark and my craving for death. This is the best time of the year for me to really connect with those like minded. I can’t wait to die by your hand soon.

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Pregnant twat torture

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My slave master enjoys having me work extra hard for him. Now that I am pregnant I am popular and high demand. I know he enjoys seeing his bank roll grow. I am his money hoe and he gets to pimp me out to whoever he pleases. One of the biggest hits is my videos. There is a site dedicated to constricted slave pets like me. Slave masters post content up of their hoes. I am making my master bank by torturing my pregnant twat. Watching snuff movies and fucking my cunt with razor end dildos have become such a hit. My cunt quivers in the worst pain all bloody and damaged. I sometimes go on live broadcasting and have plenty of fans commanding me to fuck my twat up. Some have even tipped high and put in suggestions of me having a live removal of the wee one, That request wasn’t going to fly. My master knows my pregnant cunt ranks in the dough. I did however slice of my clit for 50 G’s it was a bloody mess and such excruciating pain. Anything to keep my boss happy!

Evil BabySitter Phone Sex for Be Kind to Humankind Week

babysitter phone sexBabysitter phone sex? Hell yes, I love destroying brats with you; especially when it is Be Kind to Humankind Week. Today is Sacrifice Our Wants for Others’ Needs Sunday, so I asked John to come over while I oversaw two young angels. I was babysitting these brats for him. They were my sacrifice to him because I know he loves torturing young girls. I know his type. Young, very young, no pussy hair and no tits.  Sounds yummy right? John wanted to watch me have some fun with the brat and her brother. I wanted to watch the brother have a little fun with his sister. I guess I was being kind to him too in my own sadistic way. I brought my brass knuckles. John thought I was going to beat them up. No, not my style. I don’t beat up little ones unless they fight me. I prefer torture sex. I wanted to ruin that perfect little bald cunnie. I had the princess drugged. She was awake, just not very alert. I put on my pretty brass knuckles and dipped them into a big jar of Vaseline. Both John and her older brother watched in amazement as I worked my fists into that tiny little cunt. She cried and screamed, but I showed no mercy. I had my entire hand up her little womb. I was Queen of that little bitch. I tortured that young thing for the pleasure of John. Her little cunt was ruined by the evil babysitter. I gaped that hole for John and her brother to fuck. They enjoyed depositing cum into her little gaped slit. Once they came in her, I told them that the best kindness we could do would be to kill her. I cut out her beating heart and gave it to her brother as a souvenir. Normally, I would keep it as a memento of my kill, but since it is Be Kind to Humankind Week, I decided to be altruistic. I love being a bad babysitter.

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A Little Bitchcraft and Murder

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When I am having a bad day and just can’t get the anger to subside I have to work my bitchcraft and take it out on some dickhead or little brats, usually. But today it was a dumb cunt that crossed my path and i was going to be very slow and torturous with my craft. I decided to make nice and sweet to the whore I caught trying to fuck my man. I got flirty with her at the bar and lured her out back. I made out with her and slipped my razor sharp index nail into her wet snatch… what a dumb whore. I fucking finger fucked her into screaming spasms as I slit that slit up inside. Her vagina was getting the tuna tartare preparation. I wasn’t happy about just destroying her cunt like that and texted a friend inside the bar to come out back. I had him bang that cut up hole real good and send that cunt into shot as she bled out. “Fucking whore” I uttered as I slit her throat to ensure the job was done.

Being Evil Is Wrong But Feels So Right

Snuff Phone SexTrust me I understand how arousing it is to have the power of one’s life in your hands. Knowing that they are your play thing only for as long as you want. That sense of rush you feel when you know it’s about time to just put a end to it and really give into your temptation. I recognize the look on your face when you are thinking of all the different ways you could end my life. It must be annoying that you can only pick one. Death is awfully permanent no getting around that…except with me you can. I can be your plaything as you kill me off in multiple ways again and again. A dream come true for me, and mounds of pleasure for you.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is what they wanted but the problem was that I was still alive. I thought it was just a gang bang. I was high and down to fuck. I wanted to have fun, I didn’t want to die. They had other ideas for me.  At first, it was like a joke. They were skull fucking me and talking about the various ways they could kill me. I didn’t take them seriously until I saw the knives and ropes. I tried to play it off, act like I wasn’t scared, but I was. I was terrified. These were young clean-cut guys. They weren’t killers. One of the guys grabbed me by the throat and said they all came from money, so they could make it happen.  Rich entitled boys. I knew they wanted to snuff me out. They picked up a druggie whore to fuck and kill. They were getting hard describing the various brutal ways they could kill me. One of the guys said he should just break my neck like a chicken. They all started pulling me in various directions. I wasn’t sure if it was to fuck me or to kill me. Snuff sex was imminent. I could feel it. That is when things got real. As they were pulling me in different directions, one of them said they should just pull my limbs off and fuck my dying stump. They meant it and I knew it. One by one they savagely pulled off a limb. An arm, a leg, then another arm and another leg. I was lying there a stump, bleeding out and going into shock as they started fucking my stump and laughing. I was high but in pain. I felt it all, every ounce of pain until everything went dark. I hope my dead body made a good snuff porn.

My Sadistic Nightmare

 

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I’ve been having these nightmares about you taking me in the middle of the night out of my bedroom. I’ve been having these dreams that turn into Nightmare about you tying me up and poking me with sharp objects. And every time that you poked me you draw blood, those dreams are intoxicating they are sometimes liberating. Whenever I wake up, and I touch my body sometimes I feel like you’re still coming for me you know that I know you’re mind, you know that I’ve seen your evils genuinely in my dream. I feel like you’re out there waiting to get me waiting to punish me and make me your necrophilia next victim. I know that you look at my ass and you see what you want to slash I see that you look at my nipples and think about biting them off. You’re out there why are you torturing me why are you tormenting my dreams taking over the way that I remember. I’m lost just somewhere in the woods I smell you, and you just smell horrible. You smell like ass and, bacon fat you are slimy, and you feel like fucked up goo. You’re disgusting that’s why you could never get a woman of your own, so you have to stalk and hunt me down like an animal. I woke up last night drenched in sweat from running from you in my dreams. Every time I hear your voice I have a nightmare your mind is so incredibly sadistic. You are a demon, you are a twisted demonic vessel sieving on Earth. Every time I hear you breathing over my helpless body I quiver, and you like it. You want to listen to me cry you love to hear the sounds of my body moaning in pain, it conjures pleasure in you. You are my sadistic nightmare