Category: Killer phone sex

IT Wants Willow

Rape phone sex fantasies

Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown.  Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death.  Not me, though.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.

It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho.  I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe.  It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do.  I love it.  That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.

The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub.  Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath.  I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep.  He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me.  I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer.  Color me intrigued.

His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat.  As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me.  Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it.  It didn’t work.  I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.  

Ever fluster a cosmic entity?  It’s pretty fun.  When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad.  That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me.  Now we’re talking.  I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time.  Hell, I’ll try anything once.

I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep.  Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right.  Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing.  I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me.  That demon definitely did not disappoint.

Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once.  I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine.  One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy.  I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain.  Cathartic as hell.  I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck.  We all fuck, down here.

 

Snuff Phone Sex Season is Here: Let’s Go Bimbo Hunting

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is always popular, but during October, it is at its peak in popularity. It is because horror movies inspire you to kill.  I am not blaming horror movies for my murderous impulses. Those were always there. Horror films, however, showed me how easy it is to get away with murder. I am smarter and more realistic than your typical horror flick villain. I hunt a lot of the same prey though. Dumb bimbos flood the horror movie genre, but they flood the world too. They need eliminated one bimbo at a time. I hooked up with Paul last night. He wanted to go bimbo hunting with me. We had a bimbo right in our bar too. This blonde waif of a girl with a fake ID. A true Karen in the making too. She was likely 18 but her bad fake ID had her at 25. The door man caught her, and she threw a fit. Started talking about how her daddy owned half this city and him too. She was busted with a fake ID. She should have walked away, but she made an ass out of herself and started tossing her privilege around. We had a winner. This little bitch needed to feel our killer phone sex rage for girls like her. If the world has one less Karen, it is better off. We left when they kicked her out of the bar. Her drunk and belligerent ass was still ranting in the parking lot. I clocked her over the head and Paul shoved her in the trunk. I took her to my cabin in the woods. My accomplice for the night fucked the shit out of her first. I mean part of the fun of having an accomplice is the force fucking. I can use my fist or a foreign object, but your cock is the perfect final cock any bimbo deserves. We shredded the drunk cunt. My accomplice for the night explored his violent rape phone sex fantasies, and I dismembered and disemboweled the cunt. I know you have some bimbo you want to snuff too. It is hunting season my fellow sadistics. Who should we fuck and kill?

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy is Something I Know About

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies for mommy are very common. Most boys have a mommy they feel cock teased them. I spend a good deal of time talking to men with rape fantasies for their mother. Sometimes, I meet men like that too. Over the weekend, I met a young boy who has those fantasies too. Only he did not have rape fantasies for his mother. He had them for his best friend’s mother, which is me. My sons were camping with their father, when Robbie showed up. I knew he knew my son was gone this weekend. I played it coy though as not to embarrass the boy. I thought he just had a crush on me. In hindsight, he wanted me alone. He always seemed like such a nice boy. But his demeanor changed quickly. He grabbed a kitchen knife and told me to strip naked. He had stone cold killer phone sex eyes. I mean his eyes went black as night. He wanted to hurt me. They way he explained it, I owed him for years of cock teasing him. He found a bunch of hardcore photos of me. He found my phone sex sites too. He said if I could fuck my own sons, I could fuck him. His logic was not wrong, but I am more than twice his age, and he was trying to assault me. I could not let the little punk think that was okay. Well, he showed me. He pinned me on the floor and ripped my panties off. When I tried to fight him, he tied my wrists together with some rope he found in a kitchen drawer. He held me down and shoved his cock in my asshole like I was an ass rape porn star. I screamed and fought him, but he was too strong for me. He came in me, but he was not done. He fucked me for hours, until his balls were drained. I had no idea what a little shit my son’s best friend was.

Killer phone sex with a sadistic bitch like me!

Killer phone sexSweet, sweet revenge in the form of Killer phone sex with a sadistic bitch like me! The perfect excuse to put my sadistic mind to work. Some may say I’m sick, I just say that I’m creative. My sister’s boyfriend decided to be a disloyal little pig, and though I love my sister, any reason to make this waste of space suffer was enough for me.

I’ve been thinking of the best, most painful ways to really make him suffer and I think I came up with the perfect plan for his demise. Of course, I’ll need your help! You are the perfect accomplice and always have the sickest mind. I think we should start by hanging him by his dick and balls. Wrap that worthless sick little pecker and those worthless balls tight with a rough rope. He wanted something tight wrapped around it right, well his wish is my command! I command you to hang him from that tiny cock that he wanted to throw around town. He thought I was a heartless bitch before, well now he will know how truly heinous I can be.

Our shared lust of bloodletting will get your wheel turning and I have a tray of various tools. I start with beating him with a stick that has rusty nail coming out in all directions. Each whack impaling him, and I slowly rip it out. His screams and the smell of his blood causes mine to rush! I take pleasure and making him suffer. No vital areas just yet I want him to suffer for hours yet!

I see you grab a knife and start slicking him wildly each time I hear the knife sever the flesh I feel my pretty tight pink wet pussy throb and drip. You know I am a sadistic bitch! I love to see him suffer and to make him cry for help. Too bad no one can save him he has a one-way ticket straight to hell! He knew better than to cross me unless he wanted death, I guess he now regrets play Russian roulette!

Snuff Sex in a Haunted House is an Easy Way to Kill

snuff sexSnuff sex in a Haunted House? Hell, yes. I crashed a haunted house tour the other night. I was dressed up hiding my face and gender. No one asked questions. I just acted like I belonged, and I was just one of the fellow actors ready to scare some lightweights lol. I had a huge knife under my black cape.  I stabbed countless folks going through the haunted woods attraction. I was on the last stop. I told the dude there that the boss wanted us to switch. I wanted that spot because of the lake. Some folks never make it through the entire woods, so knowing who is who would be impossible. I am a smart killer phone sex bitch.  I only killed the solo folks who ended up getting through the woods.  No one would immediately look for them. The setting was perfect. Dark and Gothic. It is a well-known haunted house in the country rated very high for their realism. I stabbed folks who came around the corner to what they thought was safety. Some bodies I dragged to the water, but most I turned into haunted woods props. It was so dark no one would know the bodies were real. The blood was real but in that kind of darkness, you could not tell the fake blood from the real blood. I killed several women, and a few men. It was weird that more girls got through the maze alone. Maybe they got separated from their friends during the course of the maze, or their friends were at another attraction. By the time people realized their friends were MIA, it would be too late. I would be long gone. I mean I was just there to do a mass murder spree that would never get solved. Nothing in the paper yet. The Haunted House is still open. I guess they have not found the bodies yet thanks to my excellent snuff porn skills. They will eventually though. The smell will soon permeate the woods.

Bloody Phone Sex October is Here: Hunt with Me

bloody phone sexOctober is bloody phone sex season. This is the time of year to carve pumpkins and carve up young girls. Halloween brings out the bimbos. Even the young teen sluts dress like Bimbo Barbie for Halloween. How do they expect men like you to behave? Cock teases every single one of them. That is why you should hunt with me. I will be that devil on your shoulder telling you to fuck those Bimbo Barbies. Hell, I will tell you to do a lot more than fuck them too. I want to massacre these little whores. Sure, I can kill them all on own. But where is the fun in that? I am a snuff porn queen, but slaughtering the lambs is just more fun with an accomplice who has a cock. You can fuck those hairless cunts and torture their fuck holes with your cock. Me on the other hand, I can torture them with all the sharp objects in my arsenal. You destroy their pussy and assholes. I will destroy their bodies and souls.

I had a random encounter with Nathan last night. He was in a bar I frequent and bitching about cock teases. I bought him a few drinks, so I could plant my evil thoughts in his mind. I started with, “To bad we cannot just kill them all.” I saw the look in his eyes. I got him liquored up and took him on a killing spree. He may regret it now, but in the moment, he loved the little cock tease I picked out for him to murder and fuck. She was this blonde high school girl working at Hot topic in the mall. A little Goth punk princess wannabe dressed like Harley Quinn. She was the epitome of a cock teasing cunt. I lured her away to my kill shack and made Nathan explore his rape phone sex fantasies. If you are my accomplice, you will get your hands dirty. That is how I stay out of jail. You must have as much to lose as me. He enjoyed fucking her cunt as she screamed. But he came the hardest fucking her dead corpse after I mutilated every ounce of her flesh. One bimbo Barbie down, so many more to go.

Knife Play Phone Sex is What I Have Been Training For

knife play phone sexWhen I was a young girl, my parents knew I was different. Maybe they never would have guessed that I would grow up to be a knife play phone sex queen, but they knew I was not the typical girl. Girls my age were imitating Disney princesses. Me, however?  I was worshiping serial killers and movie psychopaths. I never wanted to be a teacher or a nurse. I wanted to be a stone-cold killer. My mentors were my sadist grandpa, Norman Bates, Michael Myers, Chucky, Jason Voorhees and Freddie Kruger. They taught me killing was necessary. Snuff sex is how we rid the world of bad parents, narcissistic assholes, bimbo Barbies, cock teases, and stupid brats. Anyone who annoys us really. And October is my favorite time of year to slay. My heroes are celebrated and back on TV. I root for the bad guy every time. What I need this month is a killing accomplice. My killing skills have been perfected over the years. I am a meticulous killer which makes me the best accomplice. I research our prey’s habits. I have a plan for every step of the process including trapping the victim, killing the victim and disposing of the body afterwards.  I have been killing folks since I was a schoolgirl. I have yet to be caught. I never will be caught because I am careful about who I let be my accomplice and I have been studying my idols for 20 years now. I realize some of my idols are fictitious, but I like Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Ed Gein and many more too. Sure, you found me on a snuff phone sex site, but this is not fantasy for me. And I want to make it not fantasy for you either. October is the best time to kill together. Let us slay together.  Are you ready?

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex Time

Necrophilia phone sex

It’s the time of year when the real fucked up freaks come crawling out of the woodwork for bloody, viscera filled necrophilia phone sex.  That means I have to get busy amassing all of the cold bodies I can so my craven customers can have something to blow their hot loads inside of, something that will actually let them fuck it.  

I guarantee that none of the mangled meat I provide for your depraved pleasure will complain that your cock is too big or that you’re fucking them too hard.  I’m pretty sure they won’t laugh at you if you have a tiny little micro-cock with a spit fire hair trigger, either.  I mean, I wouldn’t expect any sparkling conversation or charming banter or anything like that, but you probably don’t want to talk to it much, anyway.  Just fuck it while you beat it up and cut hunks of flesh out of it, huh?  I can tell, I see it in your eyes.

Yeah, I’m talking to you.  You wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t like the idea of shoving your cock into a permanently immobilized pussy and pounding away on that cadaver cunt until your heart’s content.  Something about being able to dissect a dead body while you drive your dick as deep inside of it as you can flips that sick little switch in your brain and fills you with ecstasy even before you ejaculate inside of that corpse.  The jizz is just the icing on the bloody, flesh covered cake, isn’t it?  

 

Demonically Evil Phone Sex

Evil phone sex

Freaks call me up for evil phone sex because I really let my dark side out, and when I open the floodgates, the torrents of damnation and despair that flow out of me let them tap into their most wretched, vile selves, too.  They say misery loves company.  One fucked up, fright filled call with me and I’m sure you’ll agree.

I don’t just juice your junk while we dream about degrading some street whore before decapitating her and using all of the shit that drains out of her head as lube or talk you through taking some poor, helpless teen out to the middle of nowhere and torturing her before I make you fuck her until you split her in two.  Cool conversation, and all, but I go much, much deeper than that.

I’m in your loins before you even call, I get into your head within minutes of speaking with you and I infest your soul as I take you down avenues of abuse, onto various pathways of punishment and down dark alleyways of anguish and agony.  Once you feel my dark presence way down in your gut, you’ll never be the same.

There will be pain, there will be tears, there will be blood, there will be cum.  I’m going to exploit every bit of torment and sorrow your pathetic soul has ever experienced.  If you caused someone any grief or suffering, I’ll know.  If someone berated or beat you and made you feel empty inside, I’m gonna find out.  My dark side will drag whatever it is that makes you sick in the head out of you, and when it does, I’m going to make you blow your load all over it.  Sadistic phone sex doesn’t even begin to cut it.  Phone fucking with me is downright demonic.

 

Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.