Category: Killer phone sex

Devil Face Suffocates and Chokes Me

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

I woke up dazed, drugged. My head was pounding, and I noticed  that I couldn’t rub my head because my arms and legs were tied to the bed I was laying on. What could have happened? Who could have drugged me and brought me here? I turn my head to see a figure, sitting in a chair, presumably waiting for me to awaken. He has an average build and clothing, but he is wearing a red devil mask. I scream when I see him and keep screaming for someone to let me out of this place. The devil face says nothing, slowly grabs a plastic bag and put the bag over my face. I try to move my face away, but my restraints keep me from escape. I try to conserve my energy and control my air flow, but I am quickly losing oxygen. That’s when I start freaking out, shaking my head back and forth, screaming my head off and begging for mercy. When I felt like I was going to die from lack of air, the devil face took off the  bag. I took a big, deep breath and coughed. I did not expect for the devil face to pull down my pants and panties, get on top of me and choke me. Then, he shoved his cock into my pussy. I tried to scream for help, but I couldn’t breathe. His cock was ripping my tight pussy apart with each stroke. The last thing I saw before I passed out was him cumming inside of my cunt. 

Kidnapping phone sex goes wrong so you punish me for it!

Kidnapping phone sex“I’m so sorry master! Please have mercy!” I knew this Kidnapping phone sex was going to turn into me being the victim the moment she pulled away and ran. She was so quick, and I slipped in the mud trying to wrangle this bucking bitch.  Before I could get up you have my feet dangling in the air as you hold me up by a handful of my hair.

“You can’t do anything right can you you worthless slut!?” You scream as you toss me in the back of the car in the place where she was supposed to be. The look in your eyes let me know I was in for the time of my life. I knew there was no point in fighting, but if we can be honest, I know that is your favorite part, so I kicked and screamed and begged you not to take out your frustrations on me. You back hand me hard and blood flies across the back window and then you grabbed my throat and chocked me hard. My vision was closing in when I felt you rip my clothes off with your other hand.

I awaken gaged with a ball gage in my whore mouth and strung by my wrists to the ceiling. You have a flogged and I feel the sting across my round plum ass.  “You had one fucking job!” You screamed as I felt the sting again. “Well, I guess I’ll have to use you as a replacement! Oh, and after this stunt you will be lucky if you make it out after alive! I may just end you the same way we talked about ending that slut. I may torture you with a red-hot knife so it cauterizes all your cuts! Keep you strung up there for days on end playing with you and mutilating you with all my friends! We will have to see where this ride takes us! but buckle up baby because this torture train is leaving the station. The smell of my burning flesh filled the room and my cunt started tingling at the thought of all the torture I was about to go through!

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.

I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.

Castration Phone Sex Season is Here

castration phone sexThis the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.

Home Invader Molests Me and Uses Me Like a Cock Whore

Home Invasion Phone Sex

 

You sneak into my house. I’m not sure why you chose to break in. Did you want money? A place to hide? I’m not sure because you came behind me, covered my mouth and told me that if I screamed you would shoot me in the head. I complied and did not scream as you put a blindfold on my eyes, gagged me with a sock and tied my hands behind my back. You led me to my couch where you molested my tits, rubbing them and sucking on them. This is what you wanted all along, to use my body like a fuck toy. I try to get away, but you pinch my nipples hard, so I won’t move. You move all the way down to my skirt and rip it off. You molest my cunt, telling me that I’m a stupid little whore for not screaming while I had the chance. Of course, I was; I deserve to have this happen to me. You pulled out your cock and shoved it into my pussy. I cried out that it hurt, but it only made you assault me harder. By the time you cum into me, you have completely destroyed my pussy. I ask to be let go, but you say you have other plans. You say that I will be your eternal cock slave as you hold me prisoner in my own home!

Bloody Phone Sex is a Killer Good Time

bloody phone sexWant to have a bloody phone sex good time? I do mean bloody. I am not for the faint at heart. I have been called a gore whore for a reason. I love the site of blood. It is an aphrodisiac to me. I got a taste of blood as a schoolgirl. My first kill, I rarely talk about, but that is not because I am worried about getting caught or anything. I know there is no statute of limitations on murder, but I know no one will ever be able to find me and make anything stick. I rarely talk about it because it was messy and impulsive. I had not yet become the stone-cold killer I am now. I am a snuff porn queen now. Back then, however, I was still learning my way. My grandfather was the only person I ever trusted. He helped shape my sadistic mind. I told him that I had stabbed a bully to death, and I needed help covering up my crime. He was not mad at me. He disposed of her body for me and made it so she would never be found. To this day she is still listed as a missing person. She had lured me into the woods near where I lived and taunted me. I had a small knife on me, and I stabbed her in the juggler. Blood spurted everywhere and covered me. She took a long time to die, but I watched in awe of all the blood and her pain. The bitch had it coming, but I panicked afterwards. My grandpa cleaned up my mess. But that was the one and only time anyone had to clean up my mess because my grandpa helped me become a stone-cold killer phone sex bitch after that. He was a masterful killer himself. Very prolific and never caught. I am his progeny. The days of impulsive killing are long behind me. I got a taste for blood on that first kill, but now I know how to kill without ever being caught. And I can take the risk for you so neither of us get caught.

What A Wicked Game I Play…

Evil Phone Sex Evil thoughts fill my every waking moment as I wait for sweet release from this endless nightmare called life. It’s not all bad though, sometimes there is an occasional bright spot in my life when I find the perfect victim. My favorite way of satisfying my urge to kill is to go to a group home and mentor a little fuck doll into trusting me. She will look forward to our time together as I shine her on with gifts and promises of a better life. Gaining her trust will take work, the seduction must be long and sweet but the taste of her betrayal will be even sweeter. She will never know why I chose to give her safety and solace only to strip it away when I kidnap her and sell her sweet little body to perverts. Once she has been fucked stupid, I’ll begin the slow agonizing torture I have been planning since the moment I met her. She will be screaming for mercy as her body is broken to pieces just as her hopes were. At last, she will beg me to save her but all I will do is laugh and laugh as she takes her last breath….

Cannibalism Phone Sex Produces the Most Perfect Holiday Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is perfect for Thanksgiving. I hunt my meal in August because for the best meal, you must prep the meat and that takes time. I found a nice meal coming out of a bar drunk one night. A college girl with some meat on her bones, which is hard to find nowadays. Most college girls look so anorexic. She was the perfect meal. She had just the right enough meat on her bones. She had natural hair. No tattoos. No implants. In a world of plastic Barbie Dolls, it can be a challenge to find an organic meal. I did not know how perfect she was until I brought her home and inspected her. If she had fake boobs and lots of hidden tats, I would have sold her to this sex trafficker I know. He loves white coeds. They go for great money. This one was all mine, however. She was going to feed me for all the holidays, and most of the winter months too. I spend most of the winter months in my kill shack in the woods. It is off the beaten path. No one knows how to get there. I am alone with the wild animals, but it is the perfect place for snuff porn. No one can hear the screams. No one can smell the flesh cooking but the wild animals. This girl has been screaming her head off from my basement on and off since I got her. I have been giving her butter baths daily to soften her skin. I have detoxed her and fed her healthy meals, so she is tastier. Hannibal Lector would be proud of me.  There is a lot of prep in Thanksgiving meals. But I out did myself. She soaked all night in a special sauté. Now, she is slow roasting over an open flame.  She may be my best meal yet.  I have a huge freezer to cut up and store what I do not eat. That means you can have some of my leftovers. I took a little taste as I was cooking her, and man, this is going to be the best killer phone sex meal I have ever had. Care to join me?

What Are You Thankful For?

Gothic phone sex

 

Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Happy Bloody Thanksgiving Everyone! From Your Girl Yara! What You Got To Be Thankful For?

Yeah, I said it, exactly what that fuck do you sheep have to be thankful for? Being led to slaughter by the powers that be?  You run your asses to the supermarket and buy a whole bunch of nothing cause you were told that is what you supposed to be doin’? Killer phone sex

Well, that’s just fine .

You run out on Black Friday to buy a whole lot of stuff you don’t need? Do you really even want it? Ok, that’s fine. But know this, the holiday season is the perfect time for me and my Thrill Kill Posse to be out on these streets taking advantage of the opportunity presented to us. Like when Y’all all shopping on Black Friday and fighting each other over PlayStations and Flat Screen Televisions, meanwhile you ain’t keeping an eye on your kiddos. That’s when we slip in through the crowd and relieve you of that responsibility. Trust me the little ones? We can get a premium for them . We can sell them to our snuff film associates or our cannibal friends. They love some fresh kiddo kill for the holidays. 

Trussed just like a turkey.

Oh yeah .

By the way, Happy Thanksgiving. Lol.