Category: Knife play phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is The Number One Way I Like to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I believe a knife requires more skill than a gun. Plus, a knife kills someone slower than a gun. With a knife wound, somebody bleeds out slowly and death is not instant like a bullet through the brain. Knives rule my world.

I took a girl under my wing. A few months ago, I worked with a guy who wanted her dead. But he turned out to be quite shady and when I found out that he wanted to kill me too, I made her my accomplice instead. And she helped me kill her own uncle. I made her my trainee. I saw a lot of me in her. So, I am teaching her about knives and turning her into a taboo phone sex princess.

Although I don’t enjoy the company of very many people, occasionally I meet a young girl with potential. And I foster that evil inside of her. Some girls exist to clean house like me. In a way I’m like Dexter. I kill with a purpose. And I rarely kill anybody who doesn’t deserve to die. Now my moral compass seems less rigid than the average person, I still primarily kill those who deserve to die.

A person can enjoy killing and adhere to a moral hierarchy for killing. Top of my killing list are predators. Men and women who prey on others. Perhaps they drug their drinks or try to force them into slavery. Maybe they just attack unaccompanied women. I’ve even killed a few people for just looking at me wrong because I could tell that they wanted to force themselves on me, but I stopped them before they could.

Sometimes, I Turn a Young Girl into My Trainee and Accomplice

Predators come in all shapes and sizes like my young accomplice’s uncle. He started fucking her as a schoolgirl and when she became a young teen girl, he feared she would tell somebody. Hence why he hired me to kill her. Normally, I don’t care why somebody wants another person dead. I take the money and I do the job. However, this fucking predator tried to make me his victim too because.

So, he needed to die. And I let her use one of my knives to do it for me. And I saw that expression in her eyes when that knife penetrated him in the gut, and he started to bleed out on the floor. She smiled. And she did not show any fear or hesitation. She liked killing him. And I suspect she long wanted him dead.

Now I’m teaching her my code. And I’m instilling in her a love of knives and sharp objects. She even picked out her next victim. The schoolboy bully who forces himself on other schoolgirls after he drugs them, and films himself fucking them.

That loser fits my moral code for murder. And together, we will set a trap for him and kill him on Friday night. She’s ready and eager. I love a young killer phone sex accomplice. In my life I’ve experienced a few girls just like her. The way I see it, I’m helping to shape the future teaching young girls that they can become a killer with a moral code just like me.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Gets Cured By Layla As Your Nurse

Medical Fetish Phone SexHello there, my favorite patient. I can see your heart rate spiking on the monitor from the moment I stepped into this private exam room, and we both know exactly why you’re sweating. Medical Fetish Phone Sex was just the beginning of your treatment, but now that I’m standing over you in this tight white uniform, it’s time for a much more hands-on approach to your condition. 

You’ve been a very sick boy, obsessed with the dark, heavy weight of my busty titties, and I’m the only specialist qualified to cure this filthy disease that’s been pulsing through your veins all day long. Lie back and try to breathe while I prepare the first stage of your therapy. 

You’re addicted to the way I command you, and I’m addicted to the way your body reacts to my cold stethoscope against your hot, desperate skin. This Valentine’s Day, I’m skipping the traditional bedside manner because a patient as depraved as you needs a much more aggressive dose of Nurse Layla.

 I can feel your fever rising every time my skirt brushes against your leg, a symptom of the raw lust that only I can alleviate with the proper application of pleasure and pain. I’m going to start by examining exactly where it hurts the most, gripping you with my latex covered hands until you’re begging for mercy. 

You aren’t just here for a check-up; you’re here to be completely dismantled and rebuilt by my touch. I love the way you look up at me, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and absolute worship, as I explain exactly how I’m going to drain the cum from your ballsack. My voice is the only medicine you need, a low, sultry hum that vibrates in your chest and tells you that you belong entirely to my clinic now.

Don’t even think about moving until I give you permission. This “cure” requires your total submission to my medical expertise. I’m going to use every tool at my disposal to make sure you never forget the way it feels to be handled by a professional who knows your darkest secrets.

By the time I’m done with you, your “disease” will be replaced by a permanent craving for my authority. You’re lucky I decided to take your case baby, because no one else would be willing to go as deep into your fantasies as I am. Now, hold your breath and get ready for the most intense physical therapy session of your life… Nurse Layla is ready to begin.

My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Vicious to Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on rape phone sex fantasies. As an evil bitch, I have them too. For women, but mostly for men. And my fantasies might not be typical. I don’t fantasize about hopping on a big dick and riding it until I orgasm. I own mechanical toys for that. My fantasies lean a tad darker.

The other night I made one of my dark fantasies come true. I fucked a predator in his ass with a strap on that I enhanced. And I bet you’re curious about what I did to that dildo aren’t you. I crushed fine glass with a rolling pin. I dipped the dildo in gorilla glue and then rolled it in the shards of glass that I made. Essentially, I turned my dildo into an ass shredder. And I made a guy my ass rape porn star.

Some Men Do Not Deserve

Although I never struggle to find assholes deserving of my anal shredding, I choose wisely. I’ve learned to fly under the radar for many years. I can sit back in any bar, watch and observe and men never notice me. Unless I want them to notice me. Usually, I hide in a dark corner where I can watch all the assholes attempting to pray on young girls by drugging their drinks. Some of these assholes do it just to get laid. Others possess more nefarious intentions.

For months, I’ve heard chatter about a tall, good-looking man, seducing young girls, drugging them, and selling them to the highest bidder online. He’s a sex trafficker. And that’s who I hunted this week. My many skills allowed me to track him and predict where he’d be. So, I enlisted the help of a young girl who fits his type. Through text messages and hand signals she followed my lead and switched the drinks. Dumb bastard didn’t see us coming. But that’s because he underestimates all women. And that’s a huge mistake.

When we got him back to my dungeon, I woke him up for the entertainment portion of the evening. We both wore that killer strap on I created and shredded his asshole a few times over. Turned his butthole into minced meat. He tried to deny the charges, but I’m also a skilled hacker and I found the site he uses to auction girls to the highest bidder. I traced it to him.

Some Men Deserve to Die for Their Crimes

 Not only did we shred his asshole, but we castrated him too. And he did not deserve clean castration. So, I used a rusty old sickle, cut them off and fed them to my dogs. The expression on his face while he watched my dogs eat his balls seemed worth it all.

We couldn’t let him live. So, we made him a snuff porn star. And we streamed it on the dark web so women could tell us what to do to him. We made the torture last for hours until he begged us to kill him. And we needed to kill him. A trafficker will not stop just because he lacks balls. This man didn’t fuck these girls. He sold them to people who would do far worse things to them. But not anymore. He died a fitting death. Tortured for hours by the very woman he tried to sell. Very fulfilling and altruistic kill.

Sadistic phone sex & Making More Holes for Him to Fuck

Sadistic Phone SexOne thing about me, I can be an evil, vile little bitch. That’s why I enjoy Sadistic phone sex to the fullest. What guys don’t understand when they call is what a dangerous question it is to ask ” Well Faith, what are you into… what makes you hot?” Usually I giggle, and go on about some more vanilla-ish things that do turn me on, while still heiring on the taboo side. Next to being a victim turned killer, I also like incest, and all forced fantasy play, and have even met a time or 2 that furry friends have gotten me excited.

I Love Snuff, Debauchery, Depravity and all things Taboo

Then I had this call with Randall. Randall has quickly moved up the ranks and has become a favorite fuck of mine. He just has this innocence about him ( that I secretly want to ruin in every way) and oozes boyish charm, all the while feeling unusually sinister in his own way. I get incredibly turned on when he calls, My snatch always soaks my panties at his cute, “hello”.

Last night I wanted to take care of Randall, so I told him that I would have a sweet surprise for him when he got home from work. While he was at work. I managed to go to the mall and befriend a beautiful, sweet, shy redhead. She was just hanging out with some friends… I told her is was my Husbands Birthday and I really wanted to take him out tonight but alas we just could not find a babysitter.

She volunteered to come home with me. Once I got her home, I knocked her out. Dragging her lip body upstairs. I stripped her of all clothes Restraining her to our four poster bed. . Her Pale skin so soft reminding me of the purest milk. Long red hair, that shined like fire, draped over her shoulders. Milky soft natural tits with pale pink nipples so pillowy and supple. Then, her tight taught little cunt with the softest little muff of bright red Pussy Hair.

The damage I intended to do, was giving me euphoria

Upon Randall’s arrival home. I tell him of his surprise that awaits him. We both go up to the bedroom. Where a once calm and quiet Teen girl, is now wriggling and writhing against her restraints. The crying and begging alone was causing my cunt to leak and making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I told Randall I wanted to watch him assault her holes all of them, violently.  I knew her cunt had been used, so I wanted him to break her asshole open.

Once Randall penetrated all her holes, stretching them out. I made knew ones with  a sharp blade, sticking her above her rib but beneath her rib cage. That’s the softest. Making the hole small enough for him to feel like he was taking her virginity. I watch as Randall worked and forced his cock into her side, forcing warm sticky slick blood to gush out of her opening and coating him.

Fisting her tight cunt. I Loved making her Scream. Watching her eyes Blare all the way open. Wide and alert, to each touch, and rip. Feeling all the pain we wanted her to endure. I urged Randall to cum, to fill his new hole with his spunk. Watching him pump, and fuck our home made hole, was making me tetter on the edge.

Finally I reach for the blade again, and commence to splitting her from sternum to snatch. I wanted to be elbow deep inside our little prize as Randall found his sweet release in such and unsuspecting victim.

Knife play gets dirty nasty, force feed me my cum

Knife play phone sexYou called me and wanted to play nasty. Not only make me your submissive slave but torture me till the very end. You asked me on the phone to scream and cry till the bitter end because of your sick mind. Every part of it turns me the fuck on too. I love the feeling of the unknown, what tools, ties or plans you have in store to make me so scared of you. I could hear in your voice that subtle sick urge just for a whimper. Your filthy dirty cock gets off on it, so use me till you can’t

Knife play turns into a filthy bloody mess

You threatened me with a knife. To run that large thing from my face down to my toes. And not only did you wanna play dirty but you wanted to do it slowly. Whispering into the phone “everything’s going to be ok”. You’re the worst of the dangerous creeps. Make you feel loved and sexy as they torture you from the inside out. Just like Dahlmer did to his victims you wanna do me.

“Please please” I beg as you start on my cheek. Shoving your fingers up my tight cunt. Grabbing me by my groin and forcing me into you. Wet soaked blood running down me. You carve around my little cutie tits, down my stomach to the top of my dripping wet snatch. “I want you to taste your cunt while I cut you some more.”

Evil does her

The darker the better. That’s how I cream and live, not to make my perhaps killer even angrier but it always does. Shoving those fingers down my throat you made me gag on my own spunk. I’m turning blue grabbing onto your arms for dear life. “I’m not done with you pussy bitch”.

For the last time you grab that nasty cum filled knife as you shove you cock deep inside me. Cutting my stomach slowly as you swirl your dirty dick. “You’re just a trick bitch”. Slapping me in the face, turning me on even more. Pleasure doesn’t cum with pain and I’m here for it. Call me up and tell me

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Layla Forced To Sleep with Her Captor

Accomplice Phone Sex

He likes to watch me when the red light on the console starts blinking. This Accomplice Phone Sex is the only currency I have left in this gilded cage, and God, I’ve become addicted to the power of my own voice echoing in his ears. He stands in the shadows, a silent predator, forcing me to use my mouth to ruin someone else while he waits to claim his reward.

 I can feel his eyes tracing the curve of my spine, his presence a heavy, suffocating heat that makes my skin crawl and tingle all at once. I’m his favorite weapon… a captured siren he keeps on a short leash just to see how many men I can bring to their knees before he brings me to mine.

“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver, my voice a low, honeyed ache. I make myself sound small, needy, and desperately slutty, just the way he taught me. I describe the way the silk feels against my skin, the way I’m touching myself because I’m so lonely, so bored, so bad. I’m an expert at the lies now.

 I feed the stranger on the other end every filthy detail he wants to hear, all while my captor inches closer, his hand finally resting on the back of my neck. His touch is cold, a stark contrast to the feverish words spilling out of my lips. I’m helping him hunt, luring the target into a daze of desire while he prepares the trap.

When the call finally ends, the silence in the room is deafening. I’ve been a good girl; I’ve played my part in his twisted game, and now the real price must be paid. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me away from the desk. He doesn’t have to. The way he looks at me tells me exactly how much he enjoyed watching me perform. 

I’ve become a creature of his making, a captive addicted to the very danger that keeps me here. He pushes me down, his weight a familiar, crushing force that I’ve learned to crave even as I fear it. I’m forced to give him everything… every breath, every moan, every shred of dignity I have left.

I play the role of the perfect, mindless slut, arching my back and begging for the very thing that breaks me. It’s a filthy, beautiful nightmare, and as he takes what he wants, I realize I don’t know where the victim ends and the games begin. I’m his, body and soul, trapped in a cycle of sin that I never want to escape.

Be My Bloody Phone Sex Valentine

bloody phone sexDo you want to be my bloody phone sex valentine. The most romantic thing a man can do for me is offer himself up for me to butcher. I don’t possess the traditional need for men that most women do. I don’t need them for my financial independence because I make my own money. And I don’t need them to fuck me because that’s why they make sex toys. Plus, I don’t need men to do things for me because I’m a capable woman who can do it all by myself.

So, the only thing men can offer me is their body and soul to destroy. Perhaps, some people might call me a succubus. Personally, I don’t mind that comparison. I’m a sick bitch. But I’m also an island who needs nobody to survive. I just like to kill simps, losers, and assholes. The world will never miss them.

For shits and giggles, I put an ad out on the dark net looking for human sacrifices. And my inbox flooded with guys wanting me to choose them. Maybe they didn’t understand what snuff porn sacrifice meant or perhaps they understand that they contribute nothing to this world and thus do not deserve to continue breathing.

I picked Eddie. And I do my research before I agree to kill anybody or kill with anybody. Stone cold killers, like me, understand the risk we take. First, I need to make sure I’m not being set up. I also like to prepare blackmail material in case somebody tries back paddle.

Some Men are Too Weak to Off Themselves, So They Call Me

Eddie lives a pathetic existence. Tons of social media accounts with very few followers. Never married. Likely still a virgin at 48 years old. No real money of his own; he inherited money from his grandpa. I even found his Tinder profile showing off his little shrimp dick. And I doubt anybody ever swipes right on him.

Couple hours of research and I determined Eddie would be my bloody valentine. He showed up at my place with a bottle of red wine and flowers. Who makes romantic gestures to the woman they paid to kill them. Dumb ass. I took my time torturing Eddie. But somebody else’s pain becomes my aphrodisiac.

I tied Eddie up spread eagle naked, of course. And then I showed him my knife collection. I carved him up with my knives. I carved loser and my initials into his flesh. And I put a castration band around his useless little balls. Plus, I even sliced his little dick off. He’s not using it anyway.

Are You Strong Enough to Be My Bloody Valentine Sacrifice?

This loser paid me $50,000 to end his life. He wanted to be my bloody valentine. And he got what he wanted. No more rejection. No more lonely existence. And no more days of wishing himself dead. He lacked the balls to kill himself, so he paid somebody to do it for him.

Perhaps he had bigger balls than he thought. Before I tossed his body to the wolves, I removed his balls as a souvenir. Castration phone sex after the fact. When you remove the balls postmortem, they do not bleed, and they stay perfectly preserved for a few hours. Just enough time for me to stick them in a jar of formaldehyde.

Eddie knew his life was worth worthless. He just took up space and air. So, he gave himself to me willingly to torture and kill. Are you strong enough to be my bloody valentine too?

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Specialty So Don’t Try to Fuck Me, Loser

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. Yet every day I get several idiots calling me for vanilla shit like the girlfriend experience. Some men even want me to be their mommy. Do I look like somebody’s fucking mom. I hate brats. No way will I ever be a wife or a mother. And no way will I ever be some basic bitch specializing in the girlfriend experience. Some idiot Instant messaged me this week wanting me to be his submissive little daughter with a cum filled pussy for daddy. I wanted to slit his throat right then and there.

I like knives. And I’m always in control. I’m not your daughter, your girlfriend or your wife. And you’re not my boyfriend, my husband or my son. You can be my victim or my accomplice. But nothing else. Do not ask me to roleplay some lame shit. I’m on a snuff site because I’m a dark sadistic bitch. And my favorite thing to do in this world is castrate losers, and dumb fucks as well as stab, cut up and mutilate all genders with a big fat sharp blade.

Richard hired me recently as his accomplice. He told me he wanted to go hunting for something young and sweet and tender that would feel super tight on his cock. So, the first day we met, we went window shopping so I could get an idea of what he wanted. And then the next night, I got him the perfect girl. I don’t know what the fuck he thought he paid me 50 grand for, but this fuck face acted shocked that I brought him a young girl to fuck and slaughter afterwards.

Sometimes Men Die Simply Because They Are Idiots

You don’t pay somebody that much money for their company. You pay that much money to make a teen rape porn. And you pay that much money so you can enjoy your fun without the fear of going to prison because your accomplice keeps you safe. But when he changed his tune, I let the girl go. However, not before I told her about his intentions. And that the only reason she ended up in this little kill shack was because he wanted to do bad things to her. And I gave her my knife.

I would guess this girl appeared to be in her young teens. Pretty girl and just the type he likes. But I couldn’t let him live. And I could only let her live if she committed a crime, so I could control her. She seemed to know what she wanted to do. She lunged at him and stabbed him right in the gut. I think this girl might like horror movies. Once the knife plunged straight into his belly button, she yanked it all the way up to the sternum, then back down and his guts and entrails literally spilled on the floor. She stood there in awe and amazement over what she did to him.

Although I Hate Brats, Sometimes I Meet

Now I think I could be a mother to a girl like that. No hesitation. No guilt. And at that moment she knew what she needed to do to survive. She never fucking hesitated. As he lay there bleeding out on the floor, trying to push his insides back where they belong, I instructed her to slice of his cock and his balls off, and shove them in his mouth. She giggled but did it quickly and happily.

Because I like this girl, I gave her half the money he paid me. And I told her to keep it a secret from her parents as well. What occurred in that cabin stays in that cabin. Then I drove her back to where I nabbed her from. I trust her. She won’t say a word because she liked the kill too much. I saw a lot of me inside of her. Although it is true, I’m not a fan of brats, every now and then I meet a young schoolgirl who I mentor. And I think I just found my new snuff sex mentee.

Killer Phone Sex in the Winter Creates Beautiful Art as a Body Bleeds into the Snow

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex in the snow. And I enjoy slaughtering assholes, and bitches in fluffy white snow because I love how the blood drains out of their bodies into the white snow giving it a pink hue. Plus, you might not know this, but snow prolongs the torture and the pain. Keeps the body on ice. My victim’s breathing slows down, and the blood coagulates a little from the cold, which keeps them alive just a little bit longer. So, winter might be my favorite killing season.

Although I built a dungeon underneath my house with a tunnel that goes into the woods, for easy body disposal, I still enjoy my kill shack. Last night I took this bitch I picked up to my old kill shack an hour away. I inherited this old fishing cabin from my grandfather as a teenager. He used to take women there to torture them. Fuck them and then torture them. I think the sadistic phone sex gene skipped a generation. My parents seem awfully vanilla and boring. But grandpa made me a sadist just like him.

I met this girl Lynn at a bar. Not my usual bar, but a steam punk bar. And she didn’t belong. I watched a lot of people reject her. So, I started a conversation with her about her approach. And I questioned her motives. She hit on both men and women, but she just wanted somebody to buy her drinks.

I don’t think she really wanted to go home with anybody. Her attitude seemed a bit stuck up and bitchy. Although I did not plan to kill, she seemed perfect. Satan knows, I have killed for less.

Killing in the Snow is Artistic. I Love the Way Blood Drains into the White Snow.

So, I chatted her up and asked her if she wanted to go back to my shack. Enjoy some free alcohol and play some video games. For once I didn’t need to drug a bitch. This one came willingly with me. And after an hour at my kill shack in the woods, she realized I put something in her drink.

Just a little something to paralyze her. The mind still functions, but the body won’t move. I dragged her out into the snow and started slicing her up. And I told her she could scream as loudly as she wanted, but nobody would hear her. Not in the middle of nowhere surrounded only by trees and wildlife.

As I stabbed her and mutilated her breasts and her pussy, I watched her crimson red blood spill from her body, melting the snow around her. I think I just wanted to kill her so I could see something so beautiful as blood in the snow.

Suddenly, the snow all melted around her body creating a bloody snow angel effect. And it looked hypnotic to me. It took her two hours and 23 minutes to die. Perhaps not my normal kill. She didn’t do anything too offensive honestly. But I just wanted to kill in the snow.

I left her body right where I killed her because I slaughtered her close to the tree line. And I knew if I woke up in the morning, she would be gone. Nature accepts its role as my accomplice phone sex partner and thanks me by disposing of the bodies for me. By the drag marks, I think a bear got her. Another girl that will never be found because in 2 to 4 days, she will be nothing more than bear shit

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Serves as Excellent Revenge

torture sexOne of my fellow stripper sisters asked me to help her with some cock and ball torture sex last night. Revenge CBT. Her ex-boyfriend doxed her. We all use a stage name at the club, so he blasted her real name and her address and her phone number with her stage name and picture all over social media. Plus, he put up a few home movies they made together during their 10 years as a couple on some amateur porn sites.

Unlike me, she has family. And she does not want them to know what she does for a career. And she certainly does not want any of her family, including her son from a previous relationship, to see her naked on the Internet.

Luckily Facebook took down the pictures and the video quickly because they do not allow nudity. But she feels certain some mutual friends still saw his posts before Facebook pulled them. I jokingly told her he needed castration phone sex. And I guess she ruminated on it, called me up and said let’s do it.

Stripper sisters always have each other ‘s backs. So, I set the trap for him. Let him think that his ex’s hot stripper bestie wanted to fuck him since they broke up. Men can be so stupid. But in their defense, a lot of shady women do that to their best friends. Not me.

Strippers Stick Together and Get Revenge on the Men Who Wronged Us

He arrived at my place with a bottle of the cheapest wine he could find. My friend laid in wait. Perhaps I could’ve earned myself an academy award nomination for my performance last night. But I convinced him I wanted to fuck him. And as I kissed him just to distract him, I slipped some drugs in his wine glass. Drugs that would make him loosy goosy enough to subdue and torture.

When the roofie kicked in, my bestie made her appearance known. She kicked him in the groin as he laid passed out on the ground until the pain woke him up. But the drug made him too weak to fight or even get up. And I told him that I lied to him just to get him to my home. I let my friend tell him his list of offenses. And while she stripped him naked, I sharpened my knives.

If You Cannot Act Like a Man, You Don’t Deserve Your Balls

He pissed on my floor. What a fucking loser. Luckily, I had a tarp under him. But I did that because I suspected there would be blood, not piss. My friend trampled on his balls in her high heels. And I followed up with a vice grip used to deflate his testicles. This man would never fuck again.

And he would learn better break up behavior. He cheated on her. So, she broke up with him. That pissed him off so he doxed her and uploaded revenge porn. Personally, I never knew what she saw in him. Too much of a player and a bad boy for my tastes. But instead of telling her I told you so, I helped her castrate him.

And this taboo phone sex babe enjoyed an evening of deflating balls and cutting them off as revenge for revenge. We dragged his body on the tarp outside and left him in the rain. And we finished off the cheap bottle of wine he brought, laughed about him and he went to bed. Woke up in the morning and discovered he left. I don’t think he’ll go to the cops. Then he would have to admit what he did. Revenge feels so sweet.