Category: Killer phone sex

Are you hungry?

torture phone sexI have been feeling extra naughty lately, and I wanna help you get a little bitch. I want you to fucking tell me what you want, and I wanna go out and find out next  meal. I wanted to get one of those drunk girls off the beach, and I will make sure that she is nice and athletic so she will cook very nicely. But prepping the little bitch is my favorite part, rubbing oil all over her body and stuffing her with veggies and seasonings. Then, I will go with tinfoil and cover her nipples and toes so they don’t burn. Then we just wait for the house to smell up like a good tender girl, and then beep we here the alarm go off. She is done, and we are hungry.

Snuff Porn Videographer

snuff pornSnuff porn is my thing. I don’t just like to kill, I like to film my killing. Sometimes my videos are for my spank bank; sometimes my little death videos are for my accomplice’s spank pack. Troy hired me to be his filmographer recently. He heard about my work. Said he had even purchased some of my works on the underground market. He kidnapped this sweet young morsel to live out his rape fantasies as well as torture and kill her. When I arrived she was practically dead already. So, tiny and young. He had been fucking her for a few days. You could tell. Her little holes were ruined. Completely ruined. Prolapsed pussy and ass. He had ropes, chains, knives and other torture devices laid out. He was ready to party. Not sure how much life was in her. She did not look like she had any fight in her. Personally, I like it when they struggle. The screams and pleading get me wet. But, to each his own. I was simply there to film his milestone. I watched as he dismembered her tiny body. There was a lot of blood, not enough screaming for my taste, but he was hard as a rock and that is all that mattered. I filmed him having sex with her dead body too, well more like her stump. He ravaged her dead holes. He paid me extra to dispose of her body. I know how to get rid of the evidence. It is amazing what a barrel of lye can do.  When I delivered his snuff movie to him, I joined him for the first viewing. It turned out better than I thought. The life was gone in her eyes, but she twitched a lot.  Not my best work ever, but hot nonetheless. If you have a dirty fantasy you want to live out, make sure you hire a sick videographer to preserve the memory.

Master, I Want it Harder

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Master made me strip naked and wait for him with my ass out and ready for his cock. I pulled my cheeks apart when I heard him coming close. Spread wide, I felt his hands explore my pussy and ass as he fingered both holes. He smacked my ass hard, making me squeal. After a few whacks, he grabbed a paddle and spanked me with it until I was red and sore. In between each slap, I had to tell him that I want it harder. And he always complied with that request, regardless that it wasn’t actually what I wanted. When I don’t ask for more, the punishments become much worse, so I know better than to beg for mercy.

But sometimes, fate decides the punishment for me. Something must have made him very upset that day, because I felt a knife pierce through my back. Even still, I choked out, I want it harder! Stab after stab, I asked to get it harder. The blood poured down from my body, pooling around my knees. Filling my lungs, the blood came up from my throat as I coughed. This time, I was no longer able to ask for it harder, as I had lost consciousness, barely clinging to life. In a fit of fury, he dug the knife through my neck, cutting my spinal cord and brain stem. Time for a new slave.

Ass Rape Porn and Hate Fuck Punishment

So there was this dumb little shit that needed taught a lesson and some ass rape porn just might do the trick here. I mean this little fuckwad was fucking around my bike, this BITCH does NOT like anyone fucking around my baby and I am ready to open some ass on this little faggot son of a bitch. Oh, so the little piece of shit was on a mother fucking fraternity dare or what the fuck ever they call that dumb assed jarhead shit.

I grabbed the faggot by his god damned collar and made the little fucking weasle creep of a fuckwad near piss his pants. I shoved him at my guys telling them to prepare him for his punishment, and it’s doubtful he will see the light of day by the time we finish with him. WHen I step into our clubhouse my two gang brothers have the slobbering miscreant on the slab with wrists shackled and legs spread and ankles shackled. They were rubbing their pricks prepping them for the fun. I had my steel strap on and couldn’t wait to hate fuck that mother fuckers ass to a bloody gaping hole. All the cum my brothers will leave in first as the take his bitch cunt and then I will wield my death cock of fucking DOOM.

My steel ass shredder is rigged for her pleasure *wink* rigged with dermabrasion micro needles that whirl around the fuck stick and as I enter that ass they start penetrating and ripping into that tend anal flesh and allowing that salty semen to ooze its way into the anal tar tar allowing for more pleasure as the screams of pain emit from his bitchboi mouth. When I had enough of his fucking screaming like a little bitch I snapped his goddamned neck.

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Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexSnuff sex Cassandra is my handle in a few fetish online chat rooms I belong too. It is because I have fantasies about dying. Some of my fantasies are inspired by my callers. I have some sick twisted regulars. One of my most creative callers recently did a call with me that had me bragging in one of the chat rooms about wanting to die in just such a fashion. He was a mad scientist of sorts creating new drugs. Killer drugs. I was a sex slave thus he could legally test his drugs on me like I was a lab rat. I woke up strapped down with him injecting his drug into me. When I protested he reminded me I was a sub human. I asked questions. I wanted to know what was going to happen to me, but he was vague with the details. He shot a needle in my arm. Nothing happened. When he hooked up an industrial sized vibrator to my pussy, I thought this was like a female enhancement trial. No such luck for a blonde bimbo slave. It was a death drug. When I came, my heart would stop beating. Death by orgasm. A hot and terrifying concept. I tried not to cum. I tried to think of horrible things so I wouldn’t cum.  I couldn’t. I am a pain slut. I am a snuff porn junkie. I resisted for as long as I could but the intensity was too strong. I came. I felt my heart seizing up like some one was on the inside squeezing it. Within minutes of cumming, I was dead. Wouldn’t it be great to die by orgasm? Sure, your dead, but what a way to go.  If you want to snuff me, which I know you do, make me cum to death.

There is nothing left but BLOOD and Semen

Snuff phone sex I had this nasty sexy fantasy I would love to play out with someone. So it starts out with you kidnapping me from a bar where I am wearing a short little skirt with no panties acting like a little fucking whore, so you want to teach me a lesson. You throw me into a bathroom and I hit my head on the corner of the toilet as I fall. You come over and tell me if I want to be a little a whore your going to treat me like one. You bend me over and start fucking me as hard as you can in my pussy and my ass.

Then once you tore my holes until they where bleeding you told me, “Now that I fucked your holes I am going to have to make new ones and fuck those”. You take a knife and slice all over my body and fuck those holes until all that left is blood and semen.

Snuff sex is what killed her

snuff sexSnuff sex is what killed her but it took days and days of her suffering before she finally expired. By then I was bored with her, she was too weak to be much fun and I was read for her to just fucking die already! I had already done everything I could think of to hurt her, she was missing limbs, her bones were broken she was well fucked and burned… even skinned in places and still that bitch wouldn’t die! Was she some kind of super human victim? An immortal whore? She was boring and annoying me with her very presence so I decided to just beat her to fucking death and end it all! I picked up a heavy pipe and just started smashing her with it over and over and over again until she was reduced to a pile of mush… finally dead so I could move on to the next thrill.

2 girls for Cannibalism phone sex dinner

cannibalism phone sexI just found the perfect cannibalism phone sex specimen for us. I knew when I saw her that she fit all of your requirements for fine dining. With her fresh, wholesome looks, plump thighs, perfect rump roast ass, and thighs that would make Colonel Sanders smile, all I could think was Grade A Prime meat.

She would be easy pickings. Her name is Kali. She lives with her violent, drunk daddy. She is so poor and has basically nothing. It would be easy to make her my new friend and gain her trust. Maybe take her to the spa so that our prep work is so much easier. All nice and smooth and hairless. No one would miss her when she disappeared. Her daddy would just think she ran off with some guy.  No one would know that she went out to dinner and never came back. Poor Kali.

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I have some great new recipe ideas for this Kali. Cajun chef, Justin Wilson, who also had a great sense of humor, intrigues me. He’s dead now but he would’ve loved our style. Listen to this:  “Stir the garlic, horseradish, hot pepper sauce, thyme, salt, pepper, Cajun seasoning, olive oil, and malt vinegar together in a bowl until thoroughly blended. Pierce the beef roast all over with a meat fork. Douse with the mixture. Place the roast in a large, resealable plastic bag.”  Mmmmmm, how perfect does that sound? Maybe even shove a link of andouille sausage in those crevices. We can hear her beg while she marinates. Oh, and it gets better.

After we let her marinate for several hours, while drinking a glass of wine and saying our goodbyes, it’s time for your special magic. We’ll sear her on both sides over high heat. Then reduce the heat and let her slow roast until her internal temperature is 145 degrees. By then, her skin has crisped to a golden brown and the drip pan is overflowing with delicious au juice, enhanced with a shot of your “special sauce.”

Hand me a crispy finger, please.  You know it’s my favorite part.  I was thinking that we could use the leftover organs to make some boudin or how about some Kali étouffée for later. I know you hate to waste a single morsel.

Thank you for your sacrifice, little Kali. You fought like a champ but our hunger was stronger.

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Through the Meat Grinder

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Captured by cannibals, I squealed like a pig from fear. Rattling against the cage they had locked me in, I tried with all my might to loosen the door, but it wouldn’t budge. My wrists were in shackles, chained together. I was in a cold, damp basement. Shivering, I cowered as a tall, scary looking man thundered his way up to my cage. Unlocking the door, he dragged me out by the shackles. I kicked and screamed as he took into a colder room with the terrifying sounds from the largest meat grinder I had ever seen in my life. The gears and blades spun at bone crushing speeds that would tear to shreds in an instant. Horrified, I kicked and tried to fight back, giving it everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. He took the chain connected the shackles and hung it on a hook suspended from the ceiling. It was only just low enough that I could barely stand on my tippy toes. Walking over to the controls, he moved some levers, causing the hook to be lifted into the air, taking me right off my feet. The hook repositioned directly over the spinning blades as I frantically tried to swing away from my impending death. Slowly, I was lowered down into the machine, feet first. The pain of my feet being crushed off was overwhelming. Although the grinder could have made mincemeat of me in seconds, he lowered me in slowly, getting off from watching me scream in pain as I felt bits of my bone and flesh being torn off from my body. I lost consciousness right before I died of blood loss and shock. Damn, he better have made one fucking good burger out of me.

Meeting The Neighborhood Cannibal

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Everyone in the neighborhood says you like to eat people but I didn’t believe them. You’ve only ever been very nice and friendly toward me so I just tossed it up to being a local urban legend. Obviously those were just made up stories to keep young ones out of your unfamiliar reach or lies made up by the older boys to get the little ones all worked up- no way it could be true!

I was walking past your house and you were outside doing some yard work. Me being overly friendly by nature and genuinely curious, I saw a chance to get to know you and to finally settle all those rumors as being untrue. Your body language read as excited- having this cute young piece of sweet meat wander up into your space. You invite me inside with promises of lemonade and cookies. We sit down and you begin telling me more about yourself. I started feeling a tired and lightheaded, probably from the heat. You offer your sofa to me for a rest and I fell asleep quickly without a single problem.

I eventually did wake up but I was paralyzed and gagged- tied down to the kitchen table which was dressed with one single place setting. You walk in and run down the way this evening is going to play out. You are going to eat me. Raw at first, to help you figure out the best way to season my flesh. I have tears rolling down my cheeks and you gently shush me, running a sharp knife along the inside of my thighs. You then tell me that I am going to go back to sleep for a long time now and that you don’t like the way shock and pain tastes. You inject me with some medication and the whole world goes dark.

While I am unconscious you begin cutting sample pieces off of different parts of my soft teeny body. Trying the individual cuts first helps you determine exactly how you want to cook me, if at all. After making a few decisions on which direction to take your meal this evening, you pull out a dusty copy of some  Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 1. Flipping through you find yourself salivating over the recipe for Gigot a la Moutarde- leg of lamb with mustard.

You remove my leg with a large butcher saw while I am still breathing. Then clean and shave my fresh- preparing it for seasoning. You rub 1/2 cup Dijon mustard, soy sauce, rosemary, garlic and your finest cold press olive oil over my limb in a large roasting pan. Cooking one side for 30 minutes and the other for roughly 20 more. Finally pulling the beautiful roast from the oven, it smells delicious! You sit back down at the table, pour yourself a glass of Merlot. Taking tongs and knife to pick out a selection from your masterpiece. Placing it on your plate and taking your time savoring each bite.

 

My young flesh is so tender-  What are you going to make out of the rest of me?