Category: Killer phone sex

Mutilation phone sex for me to destroy you into pieces.

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex for me to destroy you into pieces. I would love to slice your face right the fuck up. Sometimes I can’t even stand that smirk on your face. I just want to cut it up and make you like a joke. The room is filled with knockout gas and with my little body I have extra strength, dragging up on my metal cutting table. Oh boy, you are really begging me as you come around. Begging for your life as you’re shackled down and chains. 

Mutilation phone sex for me to destroy you into pieces.

Iam Just a Gone wild fucking gremlin. You must pay for all of your deadly sins. I have buried too many bodies for you now. I want to slice and mangle more flesh. Little daughter’s getting revenge!!  My revenge is going to be cutting your fingers and toes off one by fucking one. Don’t you realize my little tiny cunny is getting so much for you. What for mutilating every inch of your fucking horrible statistic flesh. 

Next I go after your balls, peeling them like the frozen grapes in my freezer! Skin hanging dn blood pouring as my exacto knife perfects the flesh peel! Castration phone sex anyone? Scream for me! Making me all the more excited to fuck you up you til your heart stops! It is so much blood and my knife is so sharp!

Castration phone sex so bloody with a side of cannibalism

Oh how I am enjoying watching you struggle with those arms and legs tied down to the table! Keep on humiliating yourself in front of your Sadistic slutty daughter! That just makes me want to slice and dice more until you bleed out. With the price of meat these days, you will feed me and my sisters for a month! we will eat your balls like pate’  first! 

Snuff Phone Sex Whore Rena Gets Snuffed Out in a Hot Call

During a recent snuff phone sex call, I was soaked by the end of it. From minute I heard that deep voice on the other end, my cunt was dripping wet as II bit my bottom lip, savoring the power of this moment as I played with myself underneath my sheets. “I was hoping we could have some fun together,” I whispered suggestively. “You know…roleplay something naughty?”

He groaned audibly over the phone before asking what exactly did I have in mind? My heart raced as an idea formed in my head; one that would push both our boundaries but also satisfy our darkest desires at once – snuff play! It wasn’t something we had ever discussed before but from past conversations about taboo topics like this one, he seemed open-minded enough to entertain it now! So without hesitation or fear for rejection because after all who cares if they say no when their life is already over anyway right?..I said: “How about you tie me up tightly then choke me until i pass out?”

There was silence on his end for few seconds which made me nervous yet excited too because maybe he really would go through with it! Finally he spoke again saying how twisted yet are usingly hot the idea was. He asked if I was sure about this and I reassured him that yes, more than ever before! We discussed details like how tight should he make the knots, what kind of rope would be best for binding my wrists and ankles securely yet comfortably enough so they wouldn’t cut into my skin too much during our ‘game’. As we spoke dirty to each other over phone lines getting wetter by minute anticipation grew inside both of us until finally…

“Alright baby girl,” he said in a low voice filled with lustful menace. “Time to play your little game.”

I gasped as his strong hands bound me tightly; it hurt but also felt amazing knowing someone wanted me so much that they were willing to take control like this. The pressure around my neck increased gradually until all consciousness faded away leaving only pleasure behind…and then nothing at all.snuff phone sex

Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Evil Teen’s Torture: Cock Mutilation Bliss

Hey, you sick fucks, I’m here to talk about some twisted shit, a phone sex fantasy for the fucked-up, you perverted bastards. I’m your goth teen, a dark mistress, here to bring pain, you filthy freaks.

I get off on seeing men’s cocks mutilated, a sick pleasure, a bloody delight, you twisted fucks. Your pain is my fucking joy, a sinister game, and I’ll go to extreme lengths, you pathetic perverts. Like that cheating bastard who felt my wrath, a gasoline enema, a burning reminder, you dumb fools.Step into my dungeon, a realm of torture, where your cock is just the beginning, you worthless freaks. I’ll use my tools, whips and chains, to bring you to the brink, a painful thrill, you masochistic fucks. Your screams are music to my ears, a symphony of agony, as I push your limits, you twisted Bitch.

Think you can handle the extreme? Your cock, a useless piece of meat, will bow to my will, a torturous delight, you filthy bastards. I’ll give you a taste of hell, a bloody pleasure, and laugh as you suffer, you sick fucks.

Blasphemy Phone Sex gives me nightmares… that I cum to.

Blasphemy Phone Sex

I know I’m not like normal girls. Where they have nightmares about their boyfriends breaking up with them. Or showing up somewhere with no pants.

I’m one who relishes in the fantasies of being strapped to 4 horses and being pulled apart. Or drawn and quartered. Maybe even gutted and used as bait for bears.

However, in a recent blasphemy phone sex moment, I was made to ravage myself into a bloody good end. Leaving my body a destroyed mess when he was done. Possibly the best one so far.

Starting with just some more state of the art pussy and titty torture with gator clips. He had me using a knife on my body to make those tiny little cuts to get the blood flowing. Also pulling on the clips to rip skin and flesh away from my body as I would gasp with ecstasy.

And those ice picks. Stabbing them into the nipples and pushing till I hit the rib cage. The thought of that pain and pleasure mixed with the endorphin high had me wanting more. I do come hard for him, moaning and choking as I have to slit my own throat at his behest.

As like always, though, I expire in a moment of bliss for him as he cums on my body. Leaving his own mark for me to remember the next time.

Trainwrecked

Gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn.Master is really mad today, I can only imagine what cruel things he has planned for me, I’m tied to the bed and blindfolded, nipple clamps on my nipples squeezing my nipples, clothespins clamped on my pussy lips.My pussy is soaked from the anticipation of whats yet to come. When you enter the room you say nothing,I feel your hand on my thigh, one finger in my pussy to see if I am wet, a cock is shoved in my mouth, it’s kind of big, my lips stretch to fit it all in my mouth, sucking the cock as its shoved in my mouth, I feel a big cock pressing into my asshole stretching my ass open , no lube so I can feel my skin tearing as you shove your fat cock deep inside my ass, my clit is being squeezed really tight, big hard cock in my left hand as I jerk it gets harder and thicker, blindfold pulled off , I see a room full of men naked with big dicks hard and waiting to punish me, it has to be about twelve guys in here all waiting for a turn, I know my body is going to take a pounding today , no cock is smaller than eight inches. Will you hurt me too?

Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Explore Your Dark Passenger

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls surprisingly turn me the fuck on. When I made the transition from owned slave to free lance accomplice, I did not think I could do. I thought perhaps I would empathize too much with the victims and not be able to hurt young girls. But it turns out I like money more than my conscious. And now, I am a killing machine. Young girls, women, or men, it does not matter to me who you want to snuff out, if I get paid.

In the dark underworld that I travel, men pay me great money to help them fulfill their darkest fantasies. Regardless of what society says, I believe in what Dexter Morgan declares, “There is a dark passenger in all of us.” Now, I know he is a fictional character, but there is so much truth in that statement. We all have a little snuff sex killer in us.

We All Have a Dark Passenger Inside of Us

Anyone is capable of murder under the right circumstances. And some grow to love it after their first kill. Not me. However, I grew to enjoy it after a year or so of helping my master with his dark desires. I earned my freedom by bringing him 100 beautiful young, innocent girls. I led the lambs to their slaughter. But my fight for survival required it. I wanted to live.

When I finally earned my freedom, I realized that killing and kidnapping young girls afforded me a lifestyle I never knew was possible for a teen runaway and high school dropout. Helping men like you explore your dark passenger helps me live high on the hog. Penthouse apartment, a sports car, and all the high-end shoes, purses and clothes I could want. Plus, lots of luxurious trips can spoil a girl.

This is a dog eat dog world. If some dumb cunt goes with me willingly, and believes whatever bullshit line I give her, she deserves to die. So, I have no problem helping men just like you with your torture, murder and rape phone sex fantasies. Let’s unleash your dark passenger.

I am Always in the Mood to Make a Snuff Porn

snuff pornI found myself in a snuff porn mood last night. However, I did not want to watch it. I wanted to make it. But I had no client to hunt with. And I did not have anyone on my hit list. So, I went out to find some annoying twat or tool. Both appeared out in droves last night too. I went to this college bar because I knew some sorority girl or frat boy would say or do something to get on my hit list.

And just as I expected, all sorts of collegiate twats showed off their poor behavior. Sure, I might be the ultimate mean girl considering I kill bitches and tools. However, in my everyday interactions with folks, I never just spew hate at someone for no reason. But coeds think their shit don’t stink. So, I showed one mean girl what happens to bitches.

I enjoy the torture sex of young sluts. And I picked the girl I did because I do not even think her friends liked her. Total bitch. Bossy and mean for no reason. I spiked her drink and waited for her to stumble out of the bar to scoop her up. Honestly, I did not expect her to come out alone, but she did. Her friends did not care if she got home safely. She made her bed now she would die in it.

All I Need to Do is Step Out of My House to Find Some Twat Who Deserves to Be Tortured

She did not wake up until I had her tied to my medieval rack I inherited from my grandfather. But she could scream all she wanted. I sound proofed this room. She screamed a lot too. I made sure to inflict the maximum amount of pain. Although I knew I wanted to sexually mutilate her body, I did not know where to begin exactly. So, I stabbed her cunt repeatedly until she gushed blood. Then I turned my attention to her perky little tits. Sliced the nipples off. Then I cut the areolas off and eventually gave her a raw double mastectomy.

After hours of sexual mutilation phone sex fun, I plunged my knife in her belly button and eviscerated her. Scooped her bloody carcass up and tossed her in the woods. She is coyote and bear shit now. It has become so easy lately to find stupid bitches to slaughter. I just need to step outside my door.

Bloody phone sex murder accomplice bathes in victims blood! 

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex has me wanting more of my friends to die at your hands. Unsuspecting women and teens all at our disposal have my bald cunny so aching and wet! They have no idea the blood lust that runs rampant through your veins. Eh, they do not need to know, Only I who is just as blood hungry care. 

Bloody phone sex murder accomplice bathes in victims blood! 

The iron smell, warmth and stickiness of their blood entices.  First you can fuck them until they bleed. That will only bring out the beast inside. A knife to the throat will give us a nice slasher spurt to get us started. Let me roll around in the blood and coat myself as I masturbate while you fuck her to death! Momma and daughters seem to be the common commodity for bloody play. Momma’s screaming as they watch her girl get sliced and diced makes my pussy pound even more.

Murder phone sex Fantasies coat your cock in warm blood

Now as your dick grows and gets more blood all over it! Let me fuel your most bloody Murder phone sex Fantasies tonight! My own cunt loves to be fucked with drying dead girl blood coating a malicious cock!

Use my knife and ill bring you more sweet mommy and daughter victims. Perhaps maybe even some you know personally!

Murder phone sex Fantasies involve torture and mayhem.

Murder phone sex Fantasies            Murder phone sex Fantasies involve torture and mayhem. All in all, you want someone with no conscious. After all, sadistic is a way of life. The torture will be agony. Digging deep down to find what truly terrifies the unsuspecting victim.

            What will it be. Cock and balls tied up and punctured. A clown dancing around. Humiliation and degradation. As can be seen, not lacking imagination. You have 206 bones in the body to break, not including the cock of course. Without delay, root down into your subconscious. Immediately, seek your biggest fear.

            Blackmailing you with the exposure. Whipping your balls into Bloody phone sex messes. Pounding them into dust. Sooner or later, you will reveal your darkest fear and then I will have the murder fantasy.  Next, the fantasy will be reality.

            After all the Snuff queen never stops short. In due time it will be a bloody mess, but I do so like to take my time before I finally fulfill my fantasies. Like the murder needs to at least be blood and torturous for you at least.

            Obviously, I will at the same time be getting off on it. In fact, my pussy will be oozing the juices down my leg. Perhaps in the middle of the torture you will learn how much piss stings in an open wound.

            As soon as you lay dead at my feet, the murder fantasy complete, I will have to begin all over again. For once is never enough.