Category: Killer phone sex

Ethical Hunting

Cannibalism phone sex

He knows all about the vices a man needs when he wants to be eaten. Cannibalism phone sex has a gold standard for me. Men who want to be my feast are what I seek. It is ethical hunting in its purest form!  I’m sure PETA won’t have anything to say when your meat source begs to be eaten! I even have a nice blue meat stamp that says Grade a long pig Femme Association of Cannibalism so that I can stamp my products of consumption.  Conned by me into a red room of sexual delight, or so he thought. That drink made him fuzzy and not thinking straight when I led him to my house of pain and pleasure (for me). Strapped to my metal table I began by rubbing seasoned oil and spices all over my long pig. He seems to be happy about this so I decide to liven my human pork belly up by filleting a piece of his stomach off and throwing it into the vat of oil beside us. It crisps up so nicely and I enjoy it with the screams of my victim as ambience. Slowly devouring my victim and ending with his cock and balls as the stump of flesh left with be the moist and savory delicacy I have ever had the pleasure of ingesting!  

Can I castrate and eat your body? 

As if you had any choice! 

But it is so sexy when you offer up your body for my nutrients!

bloody phone sex

 

Anal Slut

ass rape pornBeing an Anal slut is my specialty! I love being fucked in my ass by big juicy cocks! I take a hit of my pipe and you can fuck me all day and night! The high that the crack gives me makes my pussy wet and my ass opens up for you so you can go as deep as you like! I really like when the guy takes a hit and blows the smoke in my ass before he fucks me. That gets me really excited and makes the orgasm more intense for the both of us.
I want it in every position but my favorite two is doggy style, and being laid on my back with my legs on your shoulders while you plunge your cock in and out of my hole, and when you’re about to cum, I want you to take it out of my ass and shoot your load all over it.

A Strangulation You’ll Never Remember

Strangulation phone sex

 

“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months.  Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.”  I love that last line.  Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected!  And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.

Want to know my secret?  Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath.  A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want.  I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place.  Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought.  Without any thought at all, actually.

So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley.  They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.

The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss.  Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength.  The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.

When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town.  If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again.  It doesn’t matter to me either way.  Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm.  Those cops will never catch me.  I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?

 

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.

snuff movies for P-daddies


Would you like to make some snuff movies with me? Maybe I can find a delectable young prize for you to torture and rape fantasy fuck on video. Can you imagine the price men would pay just to watch you do the unthinkable with a slut of that tender age? How old you may ask? Well that’s up to your sick p-paddy needs! You a sicko pervert who loves fucking little girls up the ass! I know all about sicko dirty girl fuckers like you!snuff movies

My only request is that you let me choose how we finish her off.
I feel like a little strangle demon tonight and would love to put a rope around her neck and just pull when you say you’re about to cum in her torn up bloody ass!

There are men who would choose to keep a slutkin around forever, but I tell you she will age out and feeding her body to the pigs while she is still abrat is the best option. I want to make her scream, and I have a great little girl who imitates the pain cry!
So, you get a sick bitch to help you in your accomplice phone sex dreams and a girl who can make the sounds of a torture fuck doll! Don’t you want to become one of my nasty p-daddys who need a little something small and tight?accomplice phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex Temptress

sadistic phone sex

Let me just say that there are some wild fuckers out there. There seems to be a lot of sadistic phone sex calls coming in lately and I am absolutely loving it! Sometimes they’re from guys who want me to be the sadistic one, but most of the time, it’s guys who want to really put me through my paces. I, of course, love any kind of BDSM, torture, and pain, so what we talk about when you call me is entirely up to you. I trust that you are going to come up with something that is fucking epic.

I have had all kinds of twisted calls, but knife play calls are probably my favorite. I just love feeling that cold steel against my naked flesh while my lover tells me what he’s going to do to me. That’s more exciting to me than when he actually does start cutting. But don’t get me wrong – feeling that knife slice through me is such a glorious release and it makes me have a screaming orgasm every single time. Do you want to talk about knives or something else sadistic? 

Kidnapping Phone Sex With Aubree

Kidnapping phone sex

When I got bored last night all I could only think about was how fun it would be to snatch me a young dumb slut. I could fuck her asshole hard and deep with my new strap-on dildo. That is what I did I picked her up on the street like a hooker slut, but I could tell her youth under all her cum dried make up smeared face. As soon as she was in the apartment, I knocked her out with a handkerchief. Dirty slut woke up tied up and naked. I had my strap-on on. I slapped her with it a few times enough for her to open her mouth wide. I shoved my strap down her throat until she chocked and gaged. When it was wet and gooey, I pushed her on her belly and pushed my cock in her asshole.  She yelped out in pain, but I didn’t care that just fueled me more. I ripped her asshole open until she was lubricating my strap. I wrapped my hands around her throat as I kept pounding her hard. It exited my cunt so much having the pounding she was getting rubbing up against me, that I started cumming I didn’t even notice she had stop breathing and I had asphyxiated her. Her body was limp. I didn’t care I had cum very hard, I just had to figure what to do with her body.  

Castration Phone Sex for Darwin Award Winners

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular with me. I do a lot of castration calls weekly, but every now and then I meet a candidate for the Darwin Awards. Chuck was this week’s winner in my opinion. I met him months ago. He hired me to castrate him, then backed out at the last minute. It happens more often than I like. It is the reason I take a half payment up front. It is nonrefundable. I will not just let a small dick loser back out of an agreement without getting something out of it for my time. Chuck has been calling for months trying to get me to castrate him again, but I do not give losers a second chance to screw me over. My time is precious and there is a lot of preparation that goes into getting ready for a castration phone sex call. 

castration phone sexTwo nights ago, this Darwin candidate showed up bleeding at my front door. I was not sure how he knew where I lived. I never give out that information. He must have stalked me. I let him in my house, but he was not going to leave. The fucking idiot tried to castrate himself and ending up taking everything. He took  his cock. He wanted to pay me to attach his dick back on. He was not Lorena Bobbitt’s husband, and I was not a nurse. I was not going to attach his Frankenpenis. This stupid mother fucker deserved to die. He was too stupid to live. He managed to cauterize his wound. I could let infection set in and turn his body septic, or I could kill him because he was too stupid to live. I mean he really mutilated his junk. I was surprised he was still walking and talking. 

castration phone sexI was a bit disappointed that I could not remove his dick, but he did save me his worthless balls. I do love castration phone sex. I have a lot of sharp knives and even an old death row electrocution chair I converted into a castration chair. No one does more dick removal than me. Since Mr. Darwin Award did most of it for me, I was left with killing him. In his weakened state, he was no match for me. I was able to tie him up and carve up his body. I removed his nipples first. I cut his tongue out too.I saved the balls for last. Well not completely last because I stabbed his asshole with the knife I would have used to cut off his junk. The loser came to a castration queen to save his life. He definitely deserves the Darwin Award because Chuck is the stupidest man alive. Well, he was the stupidest man alive. 

Blasphemy sex and Gardening

Blasphemy sex“Look down, you’re talking to your Goddess! Denounce your “God” and worship me in a blasphemy sex sacrifice!” I hiss at my offering. I have my hoe raised above my head in my fresh tilled garden! She is so fucking scared and that fear is making me quiver with Power. Her boyfriend lay bleeding out beside her. His head had a gaping wound and he was moaning and convulsing. How did this naked bitch think she was going to survive? One look at me should have been enough to tell her that I was here to kill them both. The blood was going to help my garden grow nice and big Venus fly traps and other carnivorous plants. I smiled thinking of the fertilizer I had right in front of me. Very cheap too, just a couple of hitchhikers looking for a free ride South. Free fertizzler, just needed some elbow grease and a satanic ritual to complete my flowering demon plants! Killing two birds with one stone as I knew that this sexy teen would please the dark lord. I had made the two couple in front of me holding a knife to her throat while he came inside her in a blasphemy sex ritual. My garden welcomed both the sperm and the blood. And soon when I turned my dirt and used body parts for plant food they would thank me for the feast of flesh that would help my plants grow! I raised the hoe over my head, began speaking in tongues and smashed her boyfriend’s brains all over the dirt! blasphemy sex“Oh, you shall be the greatest gift my beauties have ever received! Dark Lord take his blood and bless me for the evil inside of me needs to grow in power!” Should have heard the little bitch scream! My pussy ached to kill her right away! But I knew that I would need to tie her up and torture her to get the truth benefit of this gardening dark ritual under the way. What’s more i tied her to a tree like a common little slave as I beat her body. I called on a dark priest and he brought two of his own demonic servants to pump her body full of cum! And darkness fell across my garden and my dead body fertilizer, my little sacrifice was growing weak. We began to chant before I sliced her throat to finish my ritual with a purest form of blasphemy sex that would feed my plants.blasphemy sex

Torture Sex Need

torture sexSome days I am in a torture sex mood. This morning was one of those days. It is very snowy around here. I hate snow, but I like snow days. Snow days means brats around and not in school. I drove a few counties over because the first rule of murder is not to kill in your back yard. I went to the mall there because no matter what decade it is, brats will always hang at the mall. I disguised my appearance with by donning a blonde wig and wearing more traditional clothes. Big sunglasses to hide my eyes. I shopped until I saw a sweet young thing that got my cunt wet. She was a teen tease. The kind of whore in the making that will eventually be a welfare queen and a dirty stripper. I told her some bullshit about being a modeling talent scout and that I wanted to get some more photos of her. I play to their ego. The young girls with self-esteem issues eat it up. They never think I am going to make them a snuff porn star. I took her to my kill shack. I made her a drink that knocked her out. Not completely, but enough to take the fight out of her. I had an array of knives to play with. Tender flesh is my favorite to carve up. Young girls have the prettiest and sweetest blood. I carved up her tits and stabbed her virgin cunt. I could have used you by my side. I get such a rush carving up the flesh of a teen girl. She was so pretty and soft. And eventually so dead. I let her bleed out slowly. I fisted her cunt and ass as my final cruel gesture. After a couple hours of torture, I had a dead teen carcass to feed to the coyotes. She scratched my itch, at least for now.