Category: Knife play phone sex

Torture Sex of the Male Anatomy Brings Me Joy

torture sexAlthough I enjoy all sorts of torture sex, cock and ball torture remains my favorite. Sure, I am happy to mutilate a young cunt with you. We can dissect her like a frog and enjoy her pain. But there is just something about destroying a man’s junk that gives me pleasure. And for me to enjoy the CBT fun the most, you get to live. Live with the constant reminder that a bad ass Goth Chick ruined sex for you for eternity.

Let me tell you about Chuck. He’s a predator. He likes to prey on drunk Goth girls and Steampunk princesses. Not on my watch. When I get wind of a predator hitting the Goth bars in my state, I go to great measures to discover who and put an end to his reign of terror. I think that men prey on Goth chicks because they view us as lesser than some cute coed slut. And I cannot stand men like that.

Although it took a few days sitting in Goth bars pretending to be drunk, I found my predator. And I wanted to kill him. Really, I did. So, it took all my strength to spare his life. However, I did not spare his cock and balls. Castration phone sex junkies like me always mutilate the junk. To men I am a wicked butcher. The butcher of their junk. A sadistic Lorena Bobbit. And I never mind the comparison.

I am The Wicked Butcher of Your Junk

Once I had Charlie in my underground dungeon, and he saw all my torture devices, he realized I was the wicked butcher men talk about. Almost like I am some sort of folklore creature or a mythological beast. But I love men wondering if I am real or not. Chuck knows I am real now. And I have his cock and mutilated balls in a jar to prove it. I carved Predator on his cock first. And I basked in his pain and suffering. If he does not care about Goth chicks, we don’t care about him.

I chopped his dick off a little slice at a time and fed the bits to my dog. And while I chopped his cock like I was making a charcuterie board, I had a castration band around his worthless balls turning them black. Once you cut the flow of oxygen to the balls, they turn purple, shrivel up and eventually resemble deflated black tires. Even though I wanted to kill him, I spared him the snuff porn death he deserved. Instead, I left him with a constant reminder that he is no longer a man. But I doubt he ever really was a man.

Cannibalism Call Left My Pussy Throbbing

I had my first cannibalism call and it turned me the fuck on.  It involved picking up a crotch goblin at a park. We took her little innocent ass home and played with that sweet little body.  We tied her little legs apart and shoved all kinds of things in her little bald pussy. We shoved a candle, a bottle, a dildo, I ate her little pussy good and finally, my accomplice fucked the shit out of her every hole.  I wanted some fun too so I grabbed her by the hair and made her eat my pussy. That is the last thing she ever did. We hog-tied her and cooked her over an open flame. we did not another to end her before. The pain and stress would make the meat more tender.  When the little bitch was cooked we feasted on her flesh and started planning our next dinner party.

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True If You Try to Fuck Me

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true with the right accomplice. I may not be the right one because I will kill you and take your money if you look at me wrong. My murderous impulses become harder and harder to control as time passes. And it is not that I have less tolerance for stupidity. There are just more stupid people around. And that can get overwhelming sometimes.

I met James in a no tell motel to discuss the plans of the kill he hired me for. Protecting myself, I take seriously. So, I do not even use burner phones. Initial communication I arrange on the dark web, then we meet to discuss the specifics.  I record all my meetings and hide the convo on an external drive I hide very well. Security in case some loser tries to blackmail me or set me up.

And just because I am your accomplice phone sex partner, does not make you immune from me. I kill men for looking at me twice. And I have killed my share of accomplices too. Your money only goes so far. And I had to kill James in the seedy hotel because he tried to fuck me. I told him I was not his bitch, but his partner. And to add insult to injury, his dick appeared minuscule. Like I would fuck some loser who is too much of a pussy to kill a bitch on his own? And who has a small dick too. He needed to die for the insult alone.

Do Not Mistake Me, I Will Kill My Accomplice Too

When he pounced on me, he landed on my knife. Big knife too. Might as well be a sword. I keep a big knife always strapped to my thigh. A girl cannot be too careful. And my reflexes are quick. Even though I would have preferred a slow snuff sex death because it turns me on when someone suffers, I needed to act quickly. No one tries to fuck me against my will and lives to talk about it.

I do not like killing some one impulsively. However, people sometimes act too stupidly, that I cannot allow them to continue to breathe. We cannot show mercy to the morons. If they are too stupid to follow my rules, they deserve to die. Because I acted impulsively, I had to stage the death to look like a hooker / John scenario that went horribly wrong. I could almost predict the morning headline.

But I cleaned up the scene. Removed any evidence I was even there. And his death will remain a mystery because I know how to remove myself from any equation.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Makes My Mouth and Pussy Water

You’re My Victim For Cannibalism Phone Sex

Cannibalism phone sex makes my mouth water and my pussy wet. You thought you were coming over to fuck a tight pussied little slut. But you didn’t think I would drug you and then tie you down to my kitchen table. You wake up just as I slather a layer of marinade onto your skin. While you were asleep, I shaved you down, wrapped a band around your cock, and started rubbing in the herbs and spices. You’re going to become a delicious barbeque. I just need to season you first. 

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Evil Phone Sex Slut Takes Makes You Her Meal

I want a little taste. I grab the sharpest knife in my kitchen and look you up and down. We need to decide which piece of you should I sample first. I could always nibble on one of your toes so I can save my appetite. And you have such thick meaty thighs. But it’s your broad shoulders I really want to take a bite of. Slicing you up in my head is making my evil phone sex pussy so wet. A bite won’t be good enough. I want to play with my food first. 

Bloody Phone Sex Will Set You Free

I climb on top of the table and straddle your hips. The band around your cock has all the blood rushing there. You’re rock hard for me despite how scared you are. I stroke your cock against my hungry pussy. My cunt swallows your cock. I’m riding that hard cock. Then lean forward to take a bite of your shoulder.

My teeth tear through your skin and the blood starts to gush into my mouth. Then I rip away the skin and indulge in the meaty flesh underneath it. I love your screams they make my cunt so fucking wet. I slam down on your cock and then plunge the knife into your chest. My pussy grips onto your dick while I listen to the blood fill your lungs and the pathetic gasping for air. You’re going to make me cum from this bloody phone sex!

Knife Play Phone Sex Might Be My Favorite Way to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex might be my favorite as a sick bitch. I know knives make many men squeamish, especially in the hands of a wicked butcher like me. Perhaps they fear what I will do to their junk, or they think I might kill them. Both assumptions would be true. I do not need men like most woman. So, men should be leery of me.

However, I can make an excellent partner in crime if you do not get lovey dovey with me. I hate that shit. So, keep your hands to yourself and we might just get along smoothly.  Jason and I had a splendid time Friday night. We met in a chat room for snuff porn fans. Started a conversation that cumulated in us planning to kill a whore. And he knew the whore he wanted to turn into a snuff star.

We fantasized about killing her before we killed her. But we added in a lot of torture and mutilation first. The woman we killed he used to work with. An alpha female who climbed the ladder quickly because she threw men under the bus to get to the top. Now, I do not fault women for doing that. But this guy paid me to help him kill her. So, I took his money and killed and tortured a successful woman.

I Love Being Your Accomplice, But You Need to Follow My Lead

I might prefer to use my knife on men, but I will kill a bitch who looks at me wrong in a heartbeat too. We had to break into her house, and it appeared to have better security than Ft. Knox. But I got through her system. Jason had revenge on his mind and ran upstairs in a frenzied state. He needed me to reel him in. I am not an impulse killer. For one, it’s how folks get caught. And two, a frenzied quick kill leaves no time for torture sex.

He listened to me thankfully. Because I would have killed him too, he if didn’t. And we killed her, eventually. But first we sliced off her nipples and made her eat them. We sliced her clit off too. The sexual mutilation lasted for hours. And so did the torture. Eventually, she died, and I helped dispose of her body. That’s key. Destroy the evidence of a crime. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime.

Killer phone sex luck be a lady tonight.

         Killer phone sex   Killer phone sex luck be a lady tonight. It’s a beautiful night. Ready for some fun. Going to find the perfect woman. She is going to know the pain. Just what evil fantasy do you have? After all I am the Snuff Queen and fucking someone while plotting their demise is indeed a fantasy of mine.

            In fact, I on a regular basis sit and fantasize about what I would do with someone. Would be the blade? Killer instinct is ingrained in me. The pain. The torture. The pleasure. As long as someone is screaming in agony, I am getting fucking wet. At the same time, it is driving me to even higher heights of dastardly deeds. Come along for the ride. Be the accomplice.

            Know that while it is Evil Fantasy phone sex at its finest, I don’t need a helper. Not in the least. Luck is the lady of the night. For to survive you must be lucky indeed. There is a killer out there that does like sex and coming up with evil ways to filet a body. See how they work. Now I have always been told animals don’t feel pain. Well, a human is an animal so join me in the realms of the impossible and we shall see if an animal can feel pain or not.

            The binds are going to cut. The knife will be sharp. That is to say to begin with it will have an edge. Time will go by, and it will become dull. Tell me you fantasize about the pain. It gets you off as much as it does I. Then we will cum together or I will while you are the one I have snuff sex with.

Home invasion phone sex for dumb sluts who need hurt and force fucked

Home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex has an extra added layer of fear for victims. Waking up to a strange man hovering over your bed is a fear every coed has. Although, most dumb college girls in my town forget to lock windows and sleep with the cool, fresh air.

I swear, some of these bitches just want an unknown assailant to fuck and kill them. Personally, I masturbate with my windows open when I travel to the boondocks. Hoping some rouge figure comes and beats me and my pussy up. I leave a scent like a bitch in heat for my horny bad men to follow. Every day I get asked if I can help a man out with his Rape phone sex fantasies. 

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In every scene I want him to break in with a big hunting knife and make me perform for him. I like acting like the innocent brats you really want to do these horrible things to. And yes, I know what it feels like to be violently violated. I’m a little dumb dope whore and I have gotten mixed up a time or two with forced fucking that hurt my tiny frame.  I’m sure I’ll do it again soon.

This young slut is always looking for new guys to hurt me. Not only that, but I love the feeling of submission and knowing that I’m being punished for my stupidity. My Taboo phone sex is all about getting what you want, no matter the cost to me or any of your other victims! 

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So pull that cock out and send me back in time to when a man was standing over my bed, cutting my clothes off and I didn’t know if I would live or die. Sometimes I wish he would have killed me, instead of wrecking my tiny holes after he cut and beat me!

Blasphemy Phone Sex Call Makes Me Cum Hard

I am very into blasphemy sex and I got the best call the other day. The fantasy was that I was going to be his accomplice when kidnapping and ravaging a nun. The fantasy was hot as fuck. We grabbed her right outside the convent and took her to an abandoned warehouse.  There we stripped her and he started to touch her pussy that had never been touched before. I ripped off the cross she had around her neck and made her watch me as I fucked myself with it.  He started biting her tits and she screamed in agony. He worked his way down to her pussy and viciously bit her clit. Her screams were delicious! Now it was time for the best part of the night. We were going to abuse that untouched cunt in every way we could think of. I forced her legs open and he tasted her pussy. It tasted sweet, he kissed me deeply and I tasted her juices. She was crying and kept repeating she was the bride of Christ. so I told her like any good bride you are going to give your virginity to your husband, he took the crucifix and shoved it deep in her pussy. The crucifix ended up full of her juices and virgin blood,  The night was just beginning.

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Necrophilia Phone Sex Because Dead Men Don’t Talk

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex, anyone? I find a man more appealing after I killed him. Why? Because dead men don’t talk.  And nothing ruins sex more for me than some dude calling me babe or honey. Or a guy who wants to spoon me afterwards. I am not your girlfriend. I do not require cock like most girls. So, do not confuse me for some horny bimbo. Since I find it more challenging to just fuck a guy lately, I changed my way of doing things.

Now, if I spot a guy I like, I kill him first. If I kill a man right as he gets an erection, his dick stays hard. And you can fuck for a good hour or so postmortem. An when rigor mortis sinks in, sex with dead bodies becomes more fun.  A dead dude’s cock gives me more pleasure than any cock could. Sorry fellows, but your dead dick is so hard that I can get off multiple times.

Dead Men Do Not Talk and That’s What I Want When Fucking: Silence

And last night’s dead dick got me off well too. Handsome man. Tall and all the signs of a big dick like big hands. He has a thing for Goth chicks, so I let him think I wanted to fuck. Although I did want to fuck, I did not want to talk, spoon, date, plan our futures or any of that stupid coupling stuff.

But I knew he could still give me pleasure after death. So, I went home with him. And while I rode him, I pulled out my big knife. And I slit his throat. He never saw it coming. As his blood spurted out his neck, it sprayed me. His blood became my lube. And I felt his cock twitch as he took his last breath.

As he died, I rode his dick harder. In the 20 or so minutes that I rode his dead dick, I realized I really do enjoy fucking dead men more. Some folks might think why not just ride a dildo if I do not want bedroom talk? But I am a sadistic phone sex bitch. Where is the fun in that. So, fuck me if you dare!

Kidnapping Phone Sex: The Dark Side

Alright, prepare yourself for a twisted tale that’ll make your toes curl.

I was minding my own business when suddenly, out of nowhere, I was kidnapped. These two perverts had been watching me, planning my abduction. I was thrown into a dark van, my screams silenced by a dirty rag shoved in my mouth.

When they finally let me go, I found myself in a dingy warehouse. It smelled of decay and despair. They call each other Zach and his buddy. Fucker had a strange kick – he got off on dominating and breaking people. I was just another toy to him.

They stripped me naked, chaining me to a cold wall. Zach’s pal started playing with my body, groping and pinching my flesh as if I was some kind of doll. I felt so helpless.

It got worse. Much worse. Zach brought out his toys – whips, chains, and goddamn electrical devices. The pain was excruciating. They enjoyed watching me suffer, laughing hysterically like maniacs.

But that wasn’t the end. Oh no, these freaks had a dark chamber where they took me. A room filled with strange devices and kinky contraptions. I was strapped down and at their mercy.

They took turns using my body for their twisted pleasures. It was a never-ending nightmare.

I’m still here, waiting for my chance to escape. But with these monsters, there’s no telling what tomorrow brings.