Category: Killer phone sex

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Torture sex from uncle was not all he ever needed

The Torture sex my uncle would give me wasn’t enough for him sometimes. He needs to take control of a little body and abuse it hard until there is no more life left in it. From time to time my uncle used me to lure little dumb bitches for him to abuse. My job was to tie them up and undress them. “Don’t forget to stuff those panties into her mouth” he yells at me.

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After I stuff them in her mouth, my uncle whips her body with his belt. The point is for her to hurt and soon give up, that is what gets his cock hard. Blood starts dripping for some of the wounds from the lashing he is giving her, and his eyes get big. “Tell me you are mine now” my uncle demands from his young little victim. “I’m yours, please just let me go ” her crying words were muffled by her panties. Then he pulled his cock out and slammed in her asshole. As she cries my uncle pounds her asshole hard. “Come on little slut, the faster you make me cum the sooner this will be over ”.

My uncle wraps his hands around his little victim’s throat and starts using her asshole like a “Fleshlight”. Like a worthless fuck toy is how he sees her i can tell. Because even when her little asshole was bleeding, he just fucked her harder. “Make me cum slut” he yelled and squeezed her neck hard. Then I hear a snap, like when a chicken’s neck is snapped in half. She even convulsed like a chicken would. Finally, my uncle got what he wanted, and he started filling her asshole. After he was done filling her up, he looked at me and said “time to get rid of the rotten meat”.

Snuff Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps You Explore Your Darkest Fantasies

snuff sexSnuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?

A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.

I Love Being Your Accomplice

Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.

I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.

Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?

Blasphemy phone sex with the intention to call forth Lucifer

Blasphemy phone sex       Blasphemy phone sex with the intention to call forth Lucifer. To begin with there is a ritual that is going to be sure to call Lucifer to us. Join us. You will get me tied. Take a hose with high pressure water to spray my front. Get behind me and spray me down. You need to get me from head to toe. Now be honest you like to see me naked, tits thrusting up, tight ass on display.

       As long as you remember that Lucifer will be guiding you. We will be calling forth the dark lord for both of our pleasure. Namely we are commanded to be his. Both of us. The purification process, the wet and wild sex, all in his name.

       Now, join me and call forth our dark intriguing master.

Evil Phone Sex Early as Killtober is Just Around the Corner!

evil phone sexEvil phone sex anyone? I am always in the mood to fuck something up. More like fuck someone up. My favorite month will soon be here. October does not seem too far away to me now. Every October, I engage in a Satanic purging ritual. However, the funny thing is I do not consider myself a Satanist. Guys ask me all the time if I believe in the devil. I do not believe in heaven or hell. And if you believe in God and that bullshit thing you would believe in his counterpart.

But if you do not believe in God or heaven, how can you believe in Satan? Makes no sense to me. But then I am a logical bitch. However, I do believe in evil. I am evil. Perhaps even a sadist. I am not the kind of woman who needs other human beings. So, I do not have a wolf pack. Nor do I have a bestie or a boyfriend. What I do have though is “a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people…” Okay, that’s a Liam Neeson quote. But I am a nightmare to all people.

Thirty Days of Killtober Came Early

I’m a snuff porn queen. And since my favorite month is October, I will once again partake in 30 days of killing. However, Killtober might be off to an early start. I killed a bitch on accident last night. Not really by accident. It was not like I tripped, and my knife landed in her heart. The bitch annoyed me, and my knife stabbed her in the throat. Sort of accidentally on purpose. Although I am not ashamed of it. She ran a red light, almost ran into me and then called me a cunt.

I so wished you had been in the car with me. No doubt she could have been your ass rape porn star before I slit her throat. It was dark and the road appeared desolate. She seemed drunk as fuck, and any self-entitled cunt who drives drunk, almost kills me then calls me names, deserves to die, right? I did not even think about it. My arm had a mind of its own. And so did my knife. I left the cunt bleeding out in the desolate road. Her car was still running too. Not even October yet, and I am doing good deeds already. Who’s ready to hunt and kill with me?

Castration phone sex is where you can find worthless victims

I get tired of worthless cock, that is why I get on Castration phone sex to find victim bitches. It is easy for me to lure them with my big tits and nasty fun attitude. They always think I will fuck them, but they end up become a dickless bitch which is what they need. Once you walk in, I right away hit you over the head. “What a pathetic bitch, you thought I was going to fuck you” is what I say while laughing and tying him up.

Then you wake up but have a ball gang in your mouth. “You are worthless, and that cock is useless”. “I will make you worth something now”. Then you shake your head no, but it doesn’t matter. After I say that, I extend your cock and tie rubber bands around the base. The best way is to cut the blood supply to your cock. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry my cock is not worth it”.

Castration phone sex

There is nothing more that I want right now. I take my butcher knife and with one move I cut your cock off. “There you go, now you have a pussyhole”. I stick your own meat deep in your new cunt hole. The smell of blood makes me so happy, and I don’t stop until your body is no longer moving. “What a pathetic piece of meat” is all I can say as I think about what I will be doing with your corps.

Mutilation Phone Sex Will Cut You Up Good

Mutilation phone sex started when I was much younger.  I started realizing my pussy would get super wet when I would cut myself.  A boyfriend of mine would love watching me bleed. So much so that he would jack off to me slowly cutting into my skin and watching a sharp knife penetrate my skin.  Something about watching that blood bubble up and shoot out from my skin or his, it made our little cocks and clits want nothing more than to get close to each other and bang all our cum out of each other.

As I grew up, I realized I was often cutting myself and watching my friends cut into their skin was the best orgasm for me.  I keep pushing it to the extreme every time.  I will carve out chunks in my skin or my partners skin. I will burn my skin or theirs to watch the pain inflicted and the greater the pain, the more likely my pussy is to be soaking wet.  Same goes for a cock that is into the same thing.

Most of the time for me, mutilation comes in form of knife play phone sex.  However, sometimes it can be other things.  Sometimes I will bite the skin off my partner and watch their skin bruise up or becomes deformed looking.  I may tie someone up so tight that they turn purple at their extremeties.  My favorite is when I can take my long acrylic nails and scratch them up like they just got in a fight with a Bobcat.  I will cut hair too when I’m feeling really frisky.

Anything to make my pussy start to tickle and eventually explode.  What are your mutilation ideas that make your cock get hard? I’d love to hear all about them!

Snuff Porn Accomplice Cassandra Helps with Killer Rape Fantasies

snuff pornI love snuff porn. Watching it turns me on. I made a bunch too back in my younger days. For a teenage runaway and high school dropout, my options proved slim. But I do not hold on to any regrets. Why should I? The underground sex word proved profitable for me. Although it proved dangerous too, I can thrive now, when I used to barely survive.

I am still in contact or at least know how to contact most of my dark underground snuff film makers. So, when a client contacts me for something outside of my wheelhouse, I can put him in contact with the right person. And maybe collect a small finders fee in the process. Jim wanted to make a snuff sex flick with his daughter. And not a fake one either. However, that required helped for me to pull off.

But I knew just the guy. The same guy who used to own me. Normally, I do jobs for him. Felt nice to call upon him for once. Funny, I hated being his slave. I never knew if I’d live or die. But once I aged out, I fought to live and made myself invaluable to him. He told me I was the first former slave to live and talk about it. I believe him too.

I can lure young girls to him safer than he can try to nab them himself. So, he needs me now. For predators, modern technology works against them. Parents and police alike can find brats with Air tags, and cell phones and alerts far too quickly these days. But I can lure a girl to him without her pressing any kind of panic button or screaming for help.

Every Man Wants an Accomplice Like Me!

 Jim gave his daughter to my former master willingly. No alerts. No tracking devices to locate the girl. And no screaming or fighting because she felt safe with daddy. Dumb cunt. Jim just wanted to watch his daughter die. He wanted to live vicariously through another man’s rape phone sex fantasies for his daughter, and not be tied to her disappearance or her murder. I would give Jim his airtight alibi for when the girl went missing.

I am a very skilled forger. Something I learned early on being a jailbait girl working in porn. Now, my skills would awe even the FBI. So, I forged a runaway letter that made it appear she ran away from her mother’s place to go find her father, but never made it to him. And my former master fucked and killed a girl while her father watched and masturbated. No more brat support payments for daddy. Now, I call that a win-win situation. My client paid me for my accomplice role. My former master got to fuck and slaughter a young virgin girl relatively safely. And daddy can save a couple grand a month.

Torture Sex for Layla’s Bloody Ass — Brutal Ass Rape Porn

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Ass Rape Porn to Torture Sex

My ass is pounding after being an unwilling fuck toy for ass rape porn. And so is my throat from screaming for hours yesterday. But my pimp owns my body. And when he tells me to get on my knees and take dick I do what I’m told.  So, I’m getting my raw ass blasted in a glory hole. Even though every stroke into my sore ass feels like a knife being forced inside me.

Then this huge fat dick slides into the glory hole. I try to get on my knees and suck his cock, but he tells me to bend over. I close my eyes hoping his cock would fuck my pussy. Instead, I feel a ripping pain in my ass. I can feel my ass gaping around his cock. Each stroke hitting my bloody raw ass deep inside. I can’t take it and fall to my knees. I hit my head against the toilet, and I can feel my head bleeding. And then there was someone banging on the door. Telling me to open it. I crawled to it and unlocked it afraid that he would break down the door.

Picky Niggers Deserve Bloody  Ass Torture Sex

“You think you can just tease my cock and then stop?” He slapped me hard across the face. I lay on the ground and could started kicking my stomach and head. When I was too weak to fight back he bent me over. Spit on my gaped asshole. And forced the head of his huge white cock into my ass. “Take it you stupid nigger slut.” I screamed begging him to slow down. His cock was the width of a coke can and I could feel him tearing me apart. 

He pulled a knife to my throat and told me to shut the fuck up. He forced his cock deep inside my ass and I let out a scream. He pulled his knife from my neck and forced the 6 inch blade into my gaping ass. The son of a bitch forced his cock back in to bloody ripped ass. And I tried my best not to scream while he destroyed my ass. He had no problem cumming inside my ass and leaving me on the floor of the stall to bleed.