Category: Killer phone sex

I Don’t Really Have a Choice

Evil phone sex

 

Now, would I rather be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down? 

That is always the problem with some choices: they can be impossible. No one wins except for the person who requires the answer. That is the predicament I am in. My captor has been torturing me for hours, making me choose what tortures I would rather have, telling me that he may allow me to escape with what little I have left. As of this point, I do not know if I want to live anymore. I chose to chop off two of my toes rather than two of my fingers. He asked me if I would rather have my ass mutilated with a knife or my pussy, and chose my pussy. My pussy is now a bloody mess with shreds of skin hanging off my pelvis. Now, he wants to know if I want to be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down. I say take me now and destroy my brains. I should have known he would never let me go. 

Snuff Movies Do Not Always Go As Planned with Me as Your Accomplice

snuff moviesI am in the business of making snuff movies. Sometimes, I make them for personal pleasure. Sometimes, I make them because I was paid to make them for someone like you. I enjoy making both. Sometimes, however, like this week, I throw a monkey wrench in a man’s plans because he is the one who should be dead. I am no women’s libber or anything like that. Honestly, I hate most women. I hate most people. I did not like Clint. He was my client. Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way. He was egotistical and a narcissist. He wanted his wife killed because she cheated on him. I have killed someone for less. I rarely look a gift horse in the mouth, but the more I listened to him ramble on about why his wife needed to die, the more annoying he became. All I could think about was making him the star of a snuff porn. When I met the woman who I was hired to kill, she was not surprised to see me in her house. She did plead for her life, but not in a typical way though. She doubled what Clint paid me to kill him instead. She had big brass balls and I sort of liked it. I asked her to tell me the truth about her ex. She confirmed everything I was thinking. Because I liked Tiffany and loathed Clint, I took the same fee that Clint paid me. We staged her death, so I had pictures. I can make some decent deep fakes. Then she came with me to kill Clint. When I arrived at this no tell motel for the rest of my money, Tiffany surprised her husband. The victim was now my accomplice phone sex partner and her husband is now dead. I lent her some of my big ostentatious knives and she slaughtered him as good as I could have. She had lots of rage built up in her. I understood. I knew him less than 24 hours and wanted to kill him. Now, I have a bad ass new friend who is coming into a lot of money, and a tool of a man is dead in a sleazy hotel. You can hire me to kill for you, but I might decide I like your victim more than you. It is a risk you take with me.

Evil Phone Sex With Satanic Goddess Aria Turns Killer!

Evil Phone Sex

When it comes to evil, I’m the best. Let me tell you about a little home invasion incident that took place not too long ago. The results will leave you dead in your tracks. It all started with a woman named Emily.

Now Emily was a barely legal hottie who thought she had the world made. She had tits that would arrive before she entered a room and an ass that wouldn’t quit. So, I decided to play my hand at her and see if my gamble would work. Unfortunately, she turned me down, stating she’s not interested in women.

We all know I am quite different from normal women, so I persisted, and she made a mockery of me in front of everyone. I would not let that stand. So, I decided to follow her home that night and after she went to bed, me and my friend broke into her house.

The next thing she knew she was tied up in her own basement, screaming for help. But help was far out of her reach. I knelt to meet her gaze, horror was written all over her eyes as I drew my knife from her cheek down to one of her perfect tits.

She begged and pleaded with me not to do this, she said she was sorry, but it was too late. My knife was already plunged deep into her pathetic little stone of a heart. Blood spewed out of her mouth as she coughed up some more.

I licked the blade clean then let my friend have his way with her corpse, he fucked the shit out of her. Then he left her filled with his cum and my knife in her heart. Don’t fuck with me, I will fuck with you more. Longing for more details? Give me a call I’ll tell you all about it.

Snuff Porn makes me want to die

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Snuff porn has made me really demented and evil! I often think, is killing and dying really all that bad?  People say I will end up in hell and I really hope that is true! No one understands the lust for death as I do.  Just look at how much serenity my victims have as they take their last breath.

I long for that bliss in my own life.  No more evilness, sadness, or even happiness on their face anymore.  Must be nice to end it all!

They are just there, a lifeless doll that’s empty of feelings, and thoughts… Just gone. All I know is this snuff I watch has me thinking about slicing myself up and letting the blood run down my wrist. I will cut the right way too! No playing here! Not that I haven’t tried before, only to be rushed to the hospital and my life saved. Stupid fucks!

This time I will do it with an evil-ass man who wants to fuck me as I bled out! Sharp razor blades, blood, and big cocks always have been such a turn-on for me. Look at your teen bitch bleeding out under you, isn’t that so hot!

The emptiness in my eyes tells you I am no longer insane or in pain. Just lost in the death moment begging to see what is on the other side! I truly know that sometimes taking the last breath from someone is not always evil! And that sometimes just cutting and bleeding gives you pleasure no one can ever understand. 

* Evil Grin*

BBC Cuck Always Spices Things Up!

Sadistic Phone Sex One of my favorite ways to toy with the emotions of a new lover is to wake him up while I’m in the middle of a BBC cuck fuck! It always does the trick; I make my boyfriend cum hard inside me and fall asleep peacefully holding me in his arms. I slip out of bed to get some dirty, dark and deep, I have to let my friend in, the tall handsome African with the 11-inch black cock made for cunt domination. He follows me into the bedroom where my boyfriend is fast asleep, I lay on the edge of the bed with my legs wide open, my cum filled cunt leaking already. He towers over me with a pulsating rock-hard nigger dick waiting to penetrate me, I look over at my boyfriend’s face and smile. I know this buck is going to shake the bed as he reams my pussy until I squirt, I tell him to cover my mouth with his big hand right as he thrusts inside me. My eyes roll back as I cum uncontrollably, I hear myself howling in ecstasy the head of his cock pounding against my cervix in the most sinful way. I hear my boyfriend waking up, my eyes snap open, the sight of him watching us in horror with a hard on was enough to make me cream so hard all over that BBC throbbing inside me. My poor boyfriend didn’t know what to do with himself, his disgust was obvious but so was his stiff dick, we just kept fucking like animals right in front of his face until that nigger cock exploded inside my cunt. I couldn’t stop cumming even when he pulled out of me, I fist fucked my cum filled fuck hole until they were both hard again and we could really have some fun!

Bloody Phone Sex is A Lot of Fun for a Sick Bitch

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is so much fun for a sick bitch like me. Red is my favorite color because I love the look of blood. I especially love the look of blood as it is pouring out of a victim. The blood of a young victim is the best. It is a bright crimson red. It has a sweet smell to it too. You would almost think it is theatrical blood, but the blood of tender age victims is just sweeter than our blood. It becomes addicting, but I am not impulsive or compulsive. That is how I can be a stone cold killer bitch and never get caught. Hell, I am under the radar still. The dark net knows me though. I am a legend of sorts there. But I make sure I change details when I brag about my snuff sex kills. I am smart and methodical above all else. This is how I stay out of prison.

When Harvey hired me, I knew he wanted a young one killed. He has been fucking his stepdaughter for years now, and she has decided she no longer wants to be his victim. She is blackmailing him. He wants her gone. I get it. She is a problem now. I take care of problems for money.  This kill took some finessing. I mean I had to make sure he had an airtight alibi and that when he did, I could easily gain access to the jailbait whore. It took weeks of planning, but the stars aligned yesterday. His stepdaughter was staying with friends because they had no power from a storm that hit recently. He was out of the country with work buddies who could vouch for him. I killed the friend too to look like a random act of violence. I stabbed two innocent angels in their princess beds while the adults slept in a near by room. I made it look like a bloody massacre. It will be blamed on some escaped loony bin patient or some schizophrenic hobo. Harvey’s problem was solved with some accomplice phone sex. Any problems I can solve for you?

Snuff sex with my roomate

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The guy I am dating has brainwashed me, and I can admit it. No one needs to intervene. I knew I was his when he got me into snuff sex. There’s no other kind of sex I want now.

The cherry on top was when he convinced me to make our roommate part of a threesome, where he challenged me to prove that I could be a good whore willing to obey him and submit to all his orders. I had to seduce and then sedate her and let him watch as I took control of the situation and made him proud. The first thing I did while she was going in and out was choked her and tied her up. Slice her up and use the most enormous mightiest strap ever.

She had no idea what happened the next day but was all sliced and bruised up. She never questioned it when we told her it was an accident that occurred.

Kidnapping phone sex : “darkie snuffkins”

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Let me use kidnapping phone sex to get that white daddy cock in some little black jailbait pussy! I know just over the railroad tracks lies some little runaways that I can snatch up for you. I’m a tiny young sadistic baddie who delights in the frights of young black girls being turned into punching bags and fuck holes for big white cock! Little “darkie snuffkins” I like to call them.  Let me grab her and prepare her for ou cock. She is worthless, a throwaway sex doll. I will gladly lure a sweet darkie with hopes of money and a nice warm place to sleep for you. I even went out and bought a couple of Klan hoods! Oh, and a confederate flag scarf to wrap around her body while you fuck her!  

  We have been vibing for a while and I notice that you love that exotic raceplay brat snuff movies type of shit. Your cock gets so hard as you fuck me while we watch this fucked up shit. See, I pay attention. Your dicks pleasure is the most important thing to me. So what if we need to kidnap a sweet darkie or Jap, As long as we get to fuck her until she starts liking it. Then we just film her death as the last installment of our sick fucked porn. We will make money on her even after the pigs have eaten her body. Just don’t forget to send a copy to her parents! It just warms my little whore pussy up so much to know her parents will see the horrifying last two weeks of her life. And on top of that how we sliced her neck through so we could really throat fucked her to death! 

Mutilation Phone Sex: Just A Slice Or Two…

Mutilation Phone SexHe said he wanted some mutilation phone sex fun. That got my pussy wet just thinking about the type of pain the two of us would explore together. However, over the phone just wasn’t enough. The two of us decided we would meet and play in person. After all, I figured it was just a fantasy and we would have a bit of fun. However, I didn’t realize the limits which he was willing to push when we did meet up. He wanted me to be his Mary Vincent. His hitchhiking slut that he would pick up on the side of the road and have his way with. I didn’t think much about it, exhibitionist sex really turns me on. Therefore, when he started down a nearly abandoned road I didn’t think much about that. My young pussy was already beginning to flood my white cotton panties as we drove down the road, with more time between each vehicle that passed. Suddenly he came to a stop and pulled over. I was excited at the thought that I was going to be his dirty little fuck slut. He opened his sliding van door and reached in to grab me out. I pretended to be afraid, pulling and begging him to stop. However, it was a little deterrent, and he chained both of my wrists in the trunk of the van so that he could have his way with me. After about the third fantasy rape, my wrist was going numb and I really begged him to just let me go. However, he pulled out a hatchet and made it clear that I was not going anywhere. He sliced at my arms, chopping one of them off completely. I screamed as he stuffed his hard cock inside my screaming throat. His groans grew louder as blood pooled in the van. Then chop, he removed my other arm as he climaxed, mutilating my body as he came. I cried, my arms now missing as he pushed me over the ledge into a ditch the van was parked next to. He drove off leaving my mutilated body covered in his cum and delight.

Evil phone sex miracles are made with my body

Evil phone sexThe French call the orgasm the little death and I am searching for death both large and small during evil phone sex. My ambitions, my passions, my fun, they’re all past issues that don’t matter anymore the moment I’m under a knife or man’s torture tools. I seek out greater pains, greater vengeful wrath meant towards others that he can make my problem. Just last night I found myself sliced into and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips and threatened to make my life another scarcity. He’d told me if I was too loud he’d slit my throat, and I thought he meant it. I felt an incision at my bloody dream flow just after I let out my blissful gasp. The thing is, I was still alive, I hadn’t been fully carved into oblivion yet. A sign of his cowardice, maybe, but also a sign of his desire to keep me around a little longer to wreck, destroy, and treat to an oblivion of orgasmic bliss. Killer phone sex just doesn’t get better.

His cock was somewhere, I wasn’t fully sure. So many blades having nicked me, cut me, turned me into a whining bitch. I couldn’t feel anything properly anymore. Maybe I’d lost too much blood, maybe I’d lost my mind. Maybe it was his meaty need roughing up my insides down low and pushing me towards an edge I hadn’t known I’d needed. Or maybe that was yet another blade, permanently scarring me and destroying me for other men. The difference wasn’t in what was really happening, it’s what he wanted to happen. I was a slutty torture slave for his whims and needs and nothing was going to change that, not even an idealized realization of the dark abyss knife play phone sex.