Category: Knife play phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Oops, Did I Do That?

bloody phone sex knife sadisticI was trying to see my future with my crystals and tarot cards today. This is a weekly ritual I do. But this stupid cunt in the apartment below me was blaring her music and interrupting my concentration. I pounded on the floor and yelled at her to turn her music the fuck down. It was some god awful modern country crap about a tractor being sexy. What the fuck? This bitch needed some manners, not to mention some fucking taste in music.

I grabbed my big ass knife to scare the cunt and pounded on her door. I was like what the fuck did you not understand about turn the music down. The bitch got mouthy with me. I pushed her outta my way and back into her apartment. I slapped her hard across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. I explained I was not the bitch to mess with, especially today. I was PMSing big time. Well, she called me a troll. What the hell? So, I cut her. No one talks disrespectfully to me. Especially not some rude little cunt. I slashed her face harder and deeper than I intended. Blood spurted on my face and I got a bit intoxicated from it. I love blood. Well, other people’s blood. She was whining and holding her face, trying to stop the flow of blood spurting out when I just go so enthralled, I slashed the bitch again and again and again. Blood was spewing out her face like a fucking geyser.   Me bad. I just lost control. She was rude, whiny and disrespectful.  Plus she had bad taste in music. The cunt didn’t deserve to live. There was blood everywhere. It was a mess, but a quiet mess. I marched back upstairs, hide my knife and got my tarot cards. Went back down to her place, laid in the blood and read my future. No jail for me because no one will miss a rude, whiny and disrespectful bitch. Do you got one in your life who  needs to be snuffed out? I am the perfect accomplice.

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Crimson Part 4

 

   The screams of fear are far sweeter than any other sound; the primal noise ripping through the throat and reaching a volume one could never believe could be coming out of their own body is simple delightful. I almost felt bad to the poor girl suffering at my hands… almost. The blood slowly blossoming on her white dress looked like a beautifully twisted work of art. I took my finger and captured some of the crimson blood and painted my lips with the vibrant color. She was pleading for me to release her, telling me that she would do anything and pay anything for me to let her leave and go home to see her mother and father. Oh if this little cunt only knew… I placed the scalpel down of a surgical tray and picked up a pair of tongs. Her eyes grew so wide it looked like they would pop out of their sockets! Oh, what pretty blue eyes she has… not for long though! As I dug the tongs into her right eye socket, crimson blood seeped from around the wound and down onto the metal bottom of the gurney… tonight will defiantly be worth the months of planning…

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: How to Dispose of a Useless Carcass

knife play phone sex bloody bitchLast night some of my evil bitch friends and I were sitting around the fire pit drinking moonshine and talking about how we dispose of useless carcasses. I have a million ways to dispose of a body, but my favorite is what I call the “Joachim Kroll.” See, he is my idol of sorts. A German born serial killer who kidnapped and tortured wee ones and adults alike in the 60s and 70s. In 1976 when he was caught, the police discovered girl parts cut up: some parts were in the fridge, a hand was cooking in a pan of boiling water and the intestines were found stuck in the waste-pipe. He was fond of knives just like me. But the major difference is, I’m not silly enough to get caught and I do not kill for sexual arousal, although it does get me off. I kill for pleasure and sport. Brings me joy to hunt and kill a stupid cunt or a cheating bastard or an annoying fuck or a whiny ass brat. I’m an equal opportunity sadistic bitch.

My latest victim was this blonde whore who called me a freak at the mall. I’d rather look like I do than some blonde bimbo plastic Barbie doll. At least I am unique. Well, I followed her for days, lurking in the shadows, learning her routine, her habits, her patterns. She was a stupid cunt who hid her house key in her mailbox. How original. She deserved to die for stupidity. So one night when she was whoring around, I let myself in her place and waited for her drunk ass to come home. She was not even a challenge. She came home, tripped over some ugly ass way too expensive designer shoes on the floor, landed face down on her hardwood floor. Passed out without the pleasure of seeing me and my little friend waiting for her. Well, I was not going to waste precious time taunting this one. I just plunged my big ass knife in her back, then took it out and sliced her throat. She made some gurgling sounds then bled out on her floor. So I was left with a carcass to dispose of. I had no ties to this bimbo bitch, so no reason to suspect me. Regardless, I am still careful and have my methods. I used a big meat cleaver to start cutting limbs off. Then I cut those limbs into smaller parts, and then I dissected the torso. I had brought my plastic disposable waste bags lol. I started putting parts in bags and tying them up. I dumped them in my  trunk and disposed of body parts all over the country and city roads. Dropped some in the river, some down sewers, a few I threw in the forest… I brought the head, fingers and part of the torso home. The key is not leaving any parts with fingerprints or teeth out and about for the police to identify. Small parts decompose much faster also, or get swallowed up by the wildlife. The police may find a stray part here and there, but they never find them all, and never find any part that is identifiable.

At home I am a Hannahaball Lector of sorts. I have an industrial meat grinder in my dungeon. I throw the parts I bring home in there, grind it up fine and make a stew. A stew I often serve to guests I don’t like much. I take sadistic pleasure in watching some cunt or bastard sipping on my tomato bisque soup and wondering what my special ingredient is. My special sauce will always be revenge.

If you need assistance disposing a body, let me help. Or better yet, let me help you snuff a whore out. Life is too short to be surrounded by useless and annoying people. Don’t you agree?

Stalking My Snuff Phone Sex Victims

snuff phone sex jadeSomething I learned a long time ago in the art of stalking is, if I dress like my victim they won’t suspect a thing. So when I go out on my adventure I make sure to dress sluttish. Short skirt, high heels, heavy makeup and don’t forget the phony attitude as well. Stupid bitches don’t see me coming. They embrace me, after all they think I am like them. Only here to have a few drinks and have a good time. Little do they know I will lure them into my trap and by the end of the night they won’t be anything but a pile of blood on the floor. See when I trap them I don’t show the real side of me, not just yet. I continue to give that phony attitude and talk to them in a sluttish manner. I whisper very vanilla thoughts into their ear. How I’m going to eat their pussy and fondle their tits. They believe that’s the only thing that will happen. They start to cry and beg. Fuckin cunts. I haven’t even gotten to the good part! After and only after they start to cry and beg will I unleash the beast. Calling the bitch names and telling her after I fondle her tits I’m going to dismember those worthless titties and put them on a shelf as a souvenir. And that’s only the beginning.  Oh Trust me, I have more evil plans in mind for these ratchet whores.

Castration Phone Sex

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Never tell a sadistic, twisted, evil, blood loving cunt like me you dream about castration unless you want your dreams to cum true. That is just what he did. He said the words that made my pussy over flow and my heart beat faster. As soon as the words crossed his lips my nipples hardened and I knew my night would be complete making his dreams cum true. He had no clue, he thought we would role play….stupid men with their hard cocks and delusional minds. I took him to the kitchen and tied him to my heavy wooden table. Cutting his clothes from his body his cock sprang to attention when my cold blade touched his balls. Moaning he thanked me for role playing his fantasy with him. Smiling down at him I leaned in and whispered in his ear “Who says this is a role play baby?” The stammering  “Wawawhat do you mean?” made me tingle all the way to my toes. Running my knife along his cock and balls he began to tremble but his cock betrayed his fear. It danced and throbbed, meeting my blade with the excitement he really felt.  When I began to sink my blade into the base of his cock he let out the scream that sets my blood on fire. I had to get more out of this and the cut wasn’t really very deep. So I moved up to his face and ran my blade across it. Then the light bulb went off. I was going to make this a night to remember for real. I went and got my sewing kit and laid everything out. By now he was wide eyed and my excitement was to much for me to contain. I sliced his face open from the edge of his lip almost to his ear and then slowly stitched him up. Next i cut a long gash into his belly from just under his breast bone to his belly button and again I slowly stitched him up. he knew what was next but by this time he couldn’t scream any more. I cut his cock off with one swift move of my blade. Stitching up his balls while holding his cock in my mouth, blood dripping down my chin I stood there cumming in waves of ecstasy. casteration phonesex

Bloddy Phone Sex Fantasies

 

bloody phonesex2I have always wondered what it would be like to be a man. It is an obsessive thought the fills my mind and consumes me often. a few nights ago I had a dream and I knew I had to live it out and finally I would be a man, well kind of. I set out and found myself a cute little couple. You know the innocent, new love in their eyes kind. All holding hands and googly eyed. Sickening really, but perfect for what I wanted to do. Befriending and drugging them to get them home was easier then ever. Watching them all drugged up and tied to either side of a huge tree, I sat sharpening my favorite set of knives. My cunt getting wetter by the minute waiting for them to come to and the games to begin. Finally their eyes began to flutter and my heart skipped a beat as my cunt lips released some it’s juices. Getting up I approached them and delighted at the terror in their eyes. “Will you do anything I ask?” the nod of confirmation was not a surprise. “Will you fuck him for me and cum all over his cock?” Again the nod of confirmation. Walking around I grabbed her face, kissing her hard on the lips while cutting her clothes off her body, making sure to draw blood. Standing there naked and afraid, shivering, I delighted in the sight of it all. I grabbed her cunt hard and spat in her face. “This is about to be stuffed full of his dick and you show me how much you enjoy every bit of it.” Going to her young lover I cut his clothes off as well, again making sure to draw blood. I then untied him, naked with a soft cock, we stood in front of her. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth coaxing his cock until it was fully erect. Then I took a metal rod and shoved it all the way up his fucking pee hole insuring that it didn’t go soft again. His scream sent waves of erotic shots through my body. I lead him to the woods out of her site and there is where the fun began. I gutted him and skinned him and then literally crawled in his skin. Cutting off his hands so mine could be exposed I sewed the front of his body closed over my body, his dick still hard from the rod that was inserted in it, blood covering my naked body, my flesh touching the still warm inside of his flesh. I went to her then and untied her, fucking her hard with his cock. She was horrified and crying, but tried to act like she liked it in an effort to save her own skin (no pun intended) Of course it was futile. I took her life too and spent the night in his flesh, cumming over and over while I rubbed my cunt threw his skin with one hand and jacked his ever hard cock with the other.bloody phonesex1

TrailBLAZING

Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . . 

Bloody Night

torture phonesex karma.JPGThe moon is full and bright tonight and I am out for blood. Watching her little body quiver and shake is just making it better. She has cried so much that now she is just sobbing. Her face is streaked with tears. Snot is dripping sown into her mouth and she has no choice but to let it. I am not wiping it off, in fact I am enjoying watching her. Soon I will skin the little cunt alive. Peeling flesh from her body slowly and cumming to her screams of pain and agony. I will be able to see everything clearly in this bright moon light. Let the torture, pain and festivities begin.

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We make the perfect pair; the most dynamic duo this world has ever seen! Your charming good looks draw those poor, ignorant sluts in and by the time the sun rises we’re dancing among the crimson stained dungeon walls. I have no problem waiting for you to bring them back to me, I know how much the chase excites you. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you drag the little whore by her arms into the last space she’ll ever see. I can’t help but start to feel wet as you secure her to the metal exam table in the middle of our little sanctum. Poor thing; she has no idea that no one will ever hear her screams through the soundproof walls. Why don’t you sit back and watch; you worked so hard to acquire the little tramp and you deserve spectacular show for all your hard work and planning. The excitement in your eyes grows as I slowly take a scalpel from the instrument tray and begin to slice the girls smooth, flat stomach… Her skin is so soft that my scalpel glides through it like soft, warm butter. I would love to hear your thoughts on our latest little specimen, we have as long as we want with her after all.

Cannibalism phone sex

torture phonesex karma.JPGFinding quality fresh meat gets harder by the day. I have many creative ways to find meat but the pickings for humans with just the right flesh, just the right age for tenderness and flavor and not on drugs are getting harder and harder to find. I wish there was a human meat market for those of us that enjoy the flavor of human flesh. If you have never tried it you just don’t know what your missing. There are so many ways to prepare it, so many different ways to season and flavor it. I prefer to roast my human on an open spit, slowly turning the body for a nice even golden brown on the skin. Making it nice and crispy and so good for snacking on like chips. My favorite cut is the nice meaty flesh of the inner thigh. Just the right mix of flesh and fat for a flavorful plate full of tender, tasty meat. The arms are wonderful for stew meat and the organs are so delicious, especially the liver and kidney. My favorite organ however is the heart. I love to remove it and feel it beating in my hands before I drop it in a post of seasoning and cook it ever so slowly for a mouth watering treat. I would love to open my very own meat market ans share my love for this fine dining.torture phonesex market