Rape phone sex fantasies. Forced to be a fuck toy , started off as a fun filled night, good music strong drinks and hot guys. When we first met you were sweet as can be, we danced all night almost until last call, I asked you to order me a stiff drink while I go pee. That’s where the mistake was made, you spiked my drink with some sort of drug, I still don’t know what it was. When I woke up I was chained to a table butt naked with my mouth gagged and I could not move. However I felt everything you did to my body, the electric shocks to my nipples hurt but nothing compared to the clit removal, yeah I have never experienced a pain like that in my young life after you fucked all my holes with yor cock and massive dildos you decided to mutilate my body before taking me out of my misery, using a scalpel you slowly sliced my sensitive clit and put it in a small jar filled with liquid, tears running down my face as you walk towards my bruised body.What is in store now I have no clue just make it quick and painless i have suffered enough.
Category: Killer phone sex
I Have Suffered Enough
Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You
Bloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.
But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.
She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.
You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too
And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.
And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.
Killer phone sex with the best makes a big mess
Who am I? The Killer phone sex Queen, Daddy. I know you need my help; your daughter is a handful, isn’t she? Now she’s at that prime age, and she is driving you crazy. It’s a good thing you have me to help you. Bring her over; I’ll get her dressed right. I’ll put her in a lacy white negligee with some bright red lipstick. I’ll guide her to the altar. I’ll be sure to tie her to the sacrificial bed tightly.
Poor little thing will be screaming in fear, and I bet as soon as she sees you, she will give in. Since I was the one who prepped her for our little ritual, Daddy got to fill her in on what was going to happen to her. Tell her the Torture sex she is going to endure. I’ll get your cock rock hard and force it into her little wet hole.
I know the screams alone will make me cum, but since she is our slave now, let’s make it bloody. Your cock is way too big for her little asshole, so I want you to slam it in there, one hard big thrust inside. And then I want you to jackhammer that shit till she bleeds.
Sick Twisted Step Daddy Loves To Fuck
Teen rape porn has you fired up and ready to abuse my holes again, Ever since the first night being your new foster daughter you have been brutalizing my young cunt, Its never a dull night with you, it started out as regular abuse of my body but your really a sick fuck and your escalating, starting to use all types of foreign objects in all of my tight holes.Last night it was a champagne bottle I was so scared to move I just knew that if I contracted my tight pussy I would snap the bottle and that would not have been good.Tonight you came in my room with a hard cock and simply said its time , take off your panties. I saw the large dildo you had by your side, Now I am wondering which of my holes you plan to shove it in, I am praying it will be my cunt, once its all sloppy wet I am sure it won’t hurt me too bad, but with my luck and your sick twisted mind I never know what you have planned. Please be gentle. I was a good girl today, stepdaddy.
Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated
Guys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.
I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.
Manhood is Overrated
And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.
Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.
Suffocation phone sex: how many times can I choke you?
Suffocation phone sex: how many times can I choke you? Now that I asked the first question shall we see just how many times I am able to choke you. How many times will I suffocate you? All in all, I do like the idea of sitting my ass down on your face, suffocating you with my ass cheeks. At the same time thumbs pressing into your windpipe.
Another way to go would be to suffocate you will my big titties. Smashing your face between them at the same time I ride your cock and squeeze my cunt around your cock. Smothering you.
Oh, you can’t breathe. Just a little longer. Going to let you breathe for a short amount of time. Then do it again. From time to time, letting you struggle a little longer. Snuff sex is what is going to be your undoing.
Finally, I will find your worst fear and fuck you with it until you have been snuffed out. Dead, dead, dead, dead. No coming back but I will be sure to cum numerous times all over your dead body.
Intense Snuff sex gets better when they become stiff
Snuff sex burns a fire in my belly. I can feel the power of the screams coursing through my veins. My bloodlust takes over, and that poor little victim has no chance. The fear in their eyes as they realize what’s happening, the screams that tear from their throats as they beg for mercy. But there is no mercy here, only the cold, hard reality of my bloodlust. The poor little victim has no chance, no hope for survival.
It’s much better with a partner. I like an evil Daddy willing to take it to a pure evil level. I’ll guide your cock into the freshly made fuck hole and I want you to pump her till her heart stops pumping. I want the Snuff porn we make to turn necro. When she’s stiff I’ll lick that clit. When they’re warm still, the pussy can stay wet. Fuck the corpse until she’s nothing but ground fuck meat and I’ll suck your cock clean.
Allow the darkness to call to you; it will whisper sweet, devious nothings in your ear. And you shouldn’t resist It. It promises power, control, and domination over others. It promises the ultimate thrill, the ultimate high.
Torture Sex Excites Me So I Prolong Your Pain and Suffering
Torture sex excites me. A caller recently asked me how I turned so dark. And I would say it is part nature and part nurture. Plus, genetics. My grandpa was a sadist. And he groomed me once he saw my potential when I was still a schoolgirl. Although I never tortured animals, I checked all the other boxes for future serial killer. I like animals more than people. In fact, animals serve as my accomplices. No better way to dispose of a body than wildlife. They eat the evidence of a crime. Essentially, they hide the bodies for me.
I acted impulsively with my first kill. Killed this bully in a fit of rage. She made my life living hell for years. And I long fantasized about killing her. But I never did until that one day I snapped. My killer phone sex instincts kicked in. I ran home holding a bloody knife and covered in blood. Luckily for me, my grandpa assisted me. He moved the body. Fed this dead bitch into a woodchipper. And to this day she remains a missing person.
No one ever found a body. And they never found any evidence of foul play. The police assumed either she was kidnapped for sex trafficking persons, or perhaps some P man kidnapped her and took her out of state. She could have just run away too. Nope. She became fertilizer for grandpa’s garden. Of course, I became a suspect. Everyone knew she bullied me for years. But grandpa provided me with an alibi. Although my grandpa shared my killer instincts, as the warden of the local prison, the police held him in high esteem. He was one of them.
My Grandpa Mentored Me as a Schoolgirl. He Honed My Killer Instincts
But he was not one of them because he ran cruel experiments on inmates. And he killed people for fun. However, he did have a code like Dexter. Not quite as stringent as Dexter’s code, but he never killed innocents. He killed criminals, assholes, predators and anyone who harmed him or his family. And that included a bunch of mean girls. I killed one mean girl and more popped up. So, grandpa helped me hone my killer instincts.
Under his wing, I learned how to make snuff porn and get away with it. And I learned how to torture victims. Grandpa did not believe in quick kills. He got off on the pain and suffering of his victims. And now that gets me off too. Sure, sometimes I must kill quickly to avoid detection, but the best kills take hours, even days because so I can savor the torture. Perhaps, I can teach you how to get away with murder too. Time for me to pay it forward.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Let Us Explore Revenge
Most of us have murder phone sex fantasies. I know I do. And I have them for all the folks who abused me when I was a young girl. I include my mother on my kill list because she left me with my dad when I was super young. She just never came home from work one day. Vanished. For a while, I thought she might be dead. When I entered my teens, I often wondered if my father killed her. Although he told me she did not want me and left with another man to start a new family, I doubted that claim’s veracity.
But because she left, my father began abusing me. And he eventually allowed his friends to abuse me too. Although I did run away, my earlier years hooking on the street and making snuff movies, gave me time to think about revenge. I had no choice as a teen runway and high school dropout but hooking and porn. And that exposed me to men almost as bad as my father.
Revenge is So Sweet
Recently, I did one of those DNA kits just to see if I might have siblings somewhere. My dad could have remarried. And if my mom was alive, she may have given birth to a sister or brother for me. The DNA results revealed that I had at least two half siblings. Maybe more because the results only identify others who have done the same DNA testing. However, those half-siblings matched on my mother’s side. So, I hired a private detective who found her in a trailer park only 6 hours away from me.
I paid her a visit. But she did not survive the visit. I made it look like a home invasion phone sex fantasy gone wrong. No prints left. And no DNA either. This switch knows all the tricks to go undetected. I need to be more careful with my DNA since I am now in the DNA database that cops can access to solve crimes.
She did not recognize me. Her own daughter. So, I used a pair of her gardening shears to slice her throat. As I watched her bleed out, I told her who I was and why I killed her. The bitch’s expression when she realized who I was and why I killed her seemed priceless too me.Revenge feels good. Now that I killed my mother, my number one enemy, I need to find my father. He deserves death too.
My punishment for being a bad slave was gangbang Torture sex
Torture sex is going to punish my pussy so bad. My life was supposed to be all about obeying my Master’s every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating. But I failed him. I got knocked up, and not in the way he intended. He wanted me to be his breeding whore, but my cunt didn’t obey. I lost it. Now, here I am, facing the consequences of my disobedience. My Master has decided that we need to start all over again.
He will train me properly this time, and I’m afraid he might just get rid of me if I don’t comply. The thought of suffering horrible pain with snuff porn scares me shitless. As his hot snuff whore slave, I’ve endured countless humiliations and perversions at the hands of my Master and his friends. But nothing could have prepared me for the punishment he had in store for me this time around. It was a gangbang session, and it was designed to break me down and make me submit completely. I was tied up, helpless, as one after another, they took turns fucking me, filling me up with their cum.
It hurt so much, but I couldn’t scream or protest. That would only make things worse. All I could do was take it and hope I would somehow survive this ordeal. And then, as if the physical pain wasn’t enough, they started discussing my fate. They debated whether I was worth keeping as a breeding whore or if I was just Snuff sex meat, good for nothing but suffering and death. The thought of being discarded like trash, used up, and then thrown away, terrified me. But even in my darkest moments, I couldn’t help but cum.