Category: Killer phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Mood Somedays, Most Days

killer phone sexSome days, I am more in a killer phone sex mood. And today was one of those days. I was looking at this brat for weeks. She would give you a boner. Me? She filled me with rage. She was a teen slut. I watched her practice for cheerleading in her back yard. I was out of town, staying in an Air B and B and she was just there. Looking cute and doing cute things. I could see neighbors watching her jump up and down and do some acrobatics that showed off her spankies. No doubt her neighbor men jack off to her. I assume her daddy does too. She was a hot piece of ass. But her youthfulness. Her cuteness just filled me with rage. I know I am not alone. She must cock tease half the neighborhood giving dads like you rape phone sex fantasies for her and girls like her. Well, she will not be doing that anymore. She is officially listed as a missing person. I followed her yesterday and when the coast was clear, I picked her up and drove her into the woods. I was no where near my kill shack since I was out of town, so I improvised. I found a clearing off a 4-wheel drive path. She was drugged, so I had to carry her. If she weighed 100 lbs., I would have been shocked. She came to when she was naked and tied to a tree. I wanted to skin her alive, but I could not bring all my gear with me since I had to carry an unconscious bitch, plus a bookbag of rope and a couple of my favorite knifes. I cut her flesh. Sexually mutilated her girl parts. I thought about making it look like a Satanic kill. But I decided that was too risky since I was staying next door to the whore. If you had been with me, teen rape porn would have been the way to go. I just gutted her like a pig and watched wild animals eat her entrails. Then I carved up her body and fed the rest of her to them too. No body. No crime.  She is just a runaway to the cops. Or a girl stolen for the sex trade. Only you and I know what happened and I know we aren’t telling.

Daddy Damned My Soul With Blasphemy Sex…

Blasphemy Sex

Daddy and my brother damned my immortal soul by making me have blasphemy sex with them. I know there is no hope for me now, my evil phone sex loving father and brother have ruined me in every way. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in my bed after dinner, I was so tired, I slept in my clothes. Something wasn’t right… I woke up to the sound of chanting and absolute darkness, I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I struggled, nothing happened, suddenly I realized that I was tied up. Daddy and my brother suddenly started screaming, ‘Hail Satan!’ my cunt and my ass were being filled up at the same time. I tried to scream but something was down my throat, in and out, in and out, another cock was fucking my mouth! I prayed that it would stop but no one heard me… my soul must be finally damned.

Snuff Porn Auditions Can be Brutal for Women Like Me

snuff pornSnuff porn auditions are brutal. I have starred in enough snuff flicks to know that any audition is a gamble. I showed up at one a few days ago. I knew it was sketchy as fuck. The location alone screamed RUN. But I was out of coke. Marcus, my regular drug dealer, was in jail on a DUI for a few days. And a few days without coke is like an eternity without it when my mother-in-law is in town. I am sure you can relate. Do you think about doing bad things to your MIL? I know I do. The coke is the only thing that stands between me and prison for the rest of my life. I do what I must to stay at home with my sons. I had never been to the location of this casting call, but it was the worst part of town. There is a murder a day down there, or at least some death by overdose. I focused on the money, like I usually do. I let the director take some pictures of me. I guess the film was for a private collector. I soon found out this was not one of the typical snuff movies I have filmed in the past. My pictures, along with a few other desperate starlets were being auctioned off. For what I was not sure. The youngest girl was up first. She had the highest bidder. Me, and three other women watched, waiting our fate. A man came out in an executioner’s outfit, and I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach. My gut told me to run, my addiction told me to stay. We watched in horror as this young girl was fucked and mutilated. This was not simulated snuff sex. There were body parts, entrails and lots of blood. Too much blood to be fake. Too much screaming to be fake too. I looked at the other girls and yelled RUN. We scattered like frightened mice, but only I got out. I heard the blood curdling screams but I could not save them. I did save myself though, but just barely. I think I have way more than 9 lives.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies and Snuff are Just So Satisfying and Fun

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? I do. Not for me though. Any guy who tries to force himself on me will lose his dick and likely his life. I mean do you want to force fuck and kidnap, maybe even snuff out a little brat? I sure hope so because the other night I had to do it solo and such activities are far more enjoyable with a male accomplice. I still had fun with the brat though. I was in a particularly foul mood. Not sure why, maybe PMS. I am a bitch on PMS. Okay, a bigger bitch.  I saw this little girl at the park. Not the park near where I live, but the one in the next county over. I went hunting. When I am in one of my killer phone sex moods, I am still thinking smartly. I lured her into my unidentifiable white van. No plates. Not even my car. I liberated it for a few hours. One of my many great skills is hot wiring cars and framing P men for the disappearance of little girls. Do you know that you can go online and with only a zip code get the address of all the sex crime perverts in any neighborhood? Makes them easy targets. I parked that van in the dead of night at a P man’s house and fucked her in the back of the van. I had to drive around for hours with her bound and gagged in the back until it got dark. Once it did, we had some nasty fun. I used my fists to fuck her virgin cunt, which is not as satisfying as your cock, but it had to do. She screamed. She cried. She fought. She bled. She died. I strangled the life out of her with one hand because the other hand was up her cunt. I cleaned up the van of any DNA and left. I walked three miles to where I parked my car. I felt satisfied. I killed two birds with one stone. I got rid of a snot nosed brat and put a dirty pervert back in jail. Snuff sex is just so satisfying and fun. Next time, you need to join me.

Revenge and Satanism a Bloody phone sex Paradise.

bloody phone sex

Angel Of Death Harper makes Bloody phone sex into Sadistic Satanism.  I really do hate the religions that aim to keep women down but do love that Father in a holy dress fucking little boys and getting those sick disgusting cocks off. I have a very dirty man who likes to pretend we are going church to worship but instead, we are there to find some little boy butts and gurl guts to fuck. I know his plan is to fuck them both Lifeless and torn open pooling blood on the floor. I am happy to oblige him but his wife is what I want in exchange for my accomplice’s help. Not that my cunny isn’t quivering right now at the thought of ripping ass and cunnies until they plead for help to the nonexistent heavens. If he wants me to take over a tot Sunday school and rate the little ones in here that we will kidnap I need his wife to be delivered to my front door in shackles. Why am I so interested in his wife?

Well, she was my very own Teacher for English lit and she held up a paper I wrote and told the whole class I was gay. First of all bitch it’s bisexual and second of all I have wanted to deflate your tits since I first saw them. I think a little ass rape porn production is in order for my old teacher. I shall worship the old True gods while sacrificing some littles for you.  Fuck, I can’t wait to draw a pentagram in her blood and cut her head off for Lucifer! And you will give me your wife so I may have my everlasting revenge. Don’t expect her back in one piece and I won’t expect those brats alive or in one piece either!  Fuck them all and feed them fish heads… Or make them fish bait! Join me for evil fucking and killing!

 

Snuff Phone Sex is What You Get with This Goth Girl

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what you get with me. You do not have to be a brain surgeon to understand I am not your girlfriend, and I am not your bitch. Every fucking day though I encounter some fucking loser who calls me baby or mommy or any else such nonsense. I hate brats. I hate most men. I am not a weak woman who changes who she is for a buck or a man. I do not feel the need to be coupled up because I am still single in my 30s. No biological clock is ticking for me because I do not want any brats. I know this one guy from a Goth bar I go to often. He has been a staple there since I started going to this bar when I was 21. Maybe younger too. I have never hung out with him. He knows to leave me alone. The other night, however, he thought he would chat up this snuff porn maker. He did what mothers do to women. He started asking when I was going to get married and talking about how I will be too old to procreate. I would have shanked him right there if it was not a public setting. My grandpa trained me better than that. I spiked his drink then let him take me home. We went to my place. I am always prepared for some torture at my place. Since I never know what tool, I might meet or what annoying brat may piss me off, I have a dungeon for torture always ready to go. This Goth boy thought I was going to introduce him to my mommy. I killed her a decade ago. What a fucking delusional loser he was. I will never marry. And clearly, I will kill any man who thinks I should be some flower lost in her husband’s shadows.  I had no real reason to explore my killer phone sex bitch with him, but I was in a mood and his comment pushed me over the edge. Now there is a dead Goth boy who is missing his cock. He had a Prince Albert piercing. I took his piercing out as a souvenir before I tossed his severed dick to the wolves with the rest of his body. Consider yourself warned. If I can kill one of my own, I can kill you too.

Rape phone sex fantasies are what he used my little sis for

I got tired of my boyfriend using my little sister for his Rape phone sex fantasies. We live by a homeless shelter who always has people who need to be fed. I knew I could get rid of meat if I needed to. I drugged his beer and it was easy to tie him up after he passed out. I had my little sister kick his cock and balls to wake him up. He screamed out in pain and saw the knife I had. He was going to lose his dirty dick he was using to fuck my little sister and rip her holes open. We laughed as he begged us to stop and let him go. He didn’t know he was going to be meat to feed the homeless. I started by cutting his tongue off. I was tired of him speaking. My sister went next; she was being the perfect accomplice. She slashed him a few times and cut his ears off. I told her to grab his cock and pull his limp cock all the way out. With a swift fast move, I chopped his limp dick off. He screamed out but I just shoved it deep down his throat. I kept pushing his dick down his throat even more until it disappeared, I could see it bulging out his neck.  His body shook and I just let my little sister beat him and cut him until she felt better. Now i just had to figure out how to cut him up and cook him before dinner, the homeless are really hungry then.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Fuck My Cold Dead Body

Sex with dead bodies

 

My body is a total mess, sliced from ear to ear, recently covered in my blood. You like your bodies clean and cold when you fuck them, so you rub me with alcohol wipes and put me in the freezer for a few hours. Now, I can be fucked. My pussy is completely dry, just the way you like it. I would never let you fuck me when I was alive, and you prefer me dead. Aren’t I such a nasty little slut? I’ll suck your cock right after you had it deep in my ass. No other girl you know would let you cum in their eyes over and over again without closing them, your cum dripping down their face and into their mouths. Play with my nice round tits as you pump into me, fucking my sexy body until you cum in me, knowing you can never get me pregnant. I am the perfect fuck doll. If  you figure out how to preserve me, I’ll be your permanent fuck doll.

Murder phone sex Fantasies toy on Edge

Murder phone sex Fantasies

When I have Murder phone sex Fantasies I love attaching my noose while I listen in.  Knowing your getting your thrills from putting me in my place. Filthy covered cum holes like myself barely deserve to live. Our only purpose is for entertainment. If I happen to be a little quiet it’s because my life is skirting the edge of existence. Since realizing my place as a crusty cum dump it’s hard for me to want to stay here if I am not getting cocks to cum. Or allowing my life to be pushed around by the desires of masculine forces.

Evil phone sex gets more and more brutal by the pump

Evil phone sexI want to be a burden that’s beaten and starved and treated to the worst evil phone sex imaginable.. It’s the best place in the world to me when I’m unwelcome yet forced to stay. My dark fantasies flow through me like an energy, and I seek out suffering like a force of nature. My abusers are my favorite people, and I always come back even if I manage to escape because I can’t imagine life without them. There’s something primal and amazing about getting fucked hard into a cold floor while I make it warm with spilt blood. My memories are always a haze, one moment to the next a journey I’m not quite there for. Dissonance is my true name, and that’s why I don’t have a story for you today. I have many stories, all bleeding together like my wounds in a puddle after killer phone sex. Was yesterday when they stuffed me with a dildo so large and bumpy it ripped me open? Was yesterday when I was forced to suck men back to back without even a break to breathe, every single one so deep I saw spots until eventually I blacked out? Was yesterday when I had to teach a class about sadism with a hands on practice? My life is an action packed adventure and I’ll struggle to tell you when something happened, but if all you’re looking for is a story you’ll get one from me. You’ll get a lot of stories from me, an infinite antiquity of selfish and painful memories are stored deep in my skull. Care to try and beat them out of me, or pry them out with clawed fingers and an ice pick? My dark skin set me up for this, but I took off running, and here I am, ready for another session of brutal knife play phone sex.