Category: Knife play phone sex

Killer Phone Sex is Guaranteed if You Invade My Space

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gives you 1 million ways to die. Although I avoid guns and primarily use knives as my instrument of destruction and pain, I’ve killed people with my bare hands, household items, and even my teeth. I had to use all my resources last night to survive an intruder. But sort of like that movie, “Don’t Breathe,” that guy broke into the wrong fucking house. And what he thought might be an easy score ended his life.

Now, I’m a dominant sadistic bitch. So, I always keep knives nearby. Hidden all over the place. And even strapped to my body. I keep one under my mattress and one under my pillow too. Normally I’m a light sleeper; so, I wake up to the sound of anything. However, yesterday I had some dental work done, and sedation mixed with painkillers put me into a much deeper sleep. By the time I woke up, this intruder appeared too close to act in my normal fashion. But I am not a snuff porn star. So, I gave him one hell of a fight.

Because he had his full weight on the mattress as he attempted to strangle me, I could not get to the knife from under the mattress. But I bit his hand so hard he pulled it away, giving me the opportunity I need to grab the knife. Although I could’ve slit his throat right there, and it would’ve been justifiable homicide, he needed to feel some pain. A lot of pain. So, I stabbed him in the shoulder. And that got him completely off me. Now I had the upper hand. I kicked him hard in the groin bringing him to his knees. Then I ripped off his mask, but I didn’t recognize him.

Never Feel Sorry for a Home Intruder. He Gets What He Deserves

I dragged his body out of my bedroom, down my stairs and into my torture chamber. And the fun happens here for me. Clearly, this man possessed great strength, so I had to strap him down to a table. Can you believe this fucking loser tried to plead for his life. The same man that left ligature marks around my neck now wanted forgiveness. Do I look like the kind of woman that ever grants forgiveness. No. This idiot started to piss me off crying and begging. So, he earned himself free castration phone sex.

And he earned himself a free death too. But first I’m mutilated his junk. Took his balls off with a rusty knife. Then I used another knife to chop a little piece of his dick off at a time like it was one of those sausage logs you get on a charcuterie board. Now he really started crying. Fucking pussy.

He had his hands tightly around my neck and I never once shed a tear. I never once begged for mercy. I just fought for my life and gained the upper hand. But then I have balls. I made him eat part of his dick and balls. Don’t feel sorry for him. He broke into my house and tried to kill me. He deserved everything I dished out.

Eventually, all I wanted to go back to bed and let the meds wear off. So, I grabbed his mutilated body and dragged him outside to the patio. And I watched the wildlife eat him alive. I might be the best neighborhood watch ever. I would have believed I dreamed it all, but when I woke  part of his cock and balls were still in my dogs’ food bowels.

Men Pay Me for a Snuff Sex Death and Sometimes, It is Their Death

snuff sexAlthough it’s true that men hire me for snuff sex, it is as the accomplice mostly. Men want me to help them either exact revenge on some gold digging whore, or they just want to fuck something young and tight. However, Tom wanted to die. And he wanted me to be the one to do it.

I try not to ask any questions. I’m a hired gun, but most of my experiences fall into the realm of the accomplice or the victim. I was hesitant at first to take this gig. However, I’d be stupid to pass up that kind of money. Will the world miss a loser. Plus, the guy appeared very non-threatening. I appeared both taller and stronger than him. So, I thought about it, and took the gig. I needed the money. And he wanted to die.

I have learned not to ask too many questions. But this guy told me his life story. He’s pretty much been a loser from day one. And in his attempts to not be a loser, he found himself overextended financially. To make himself more appealing to women, he borrowed a bunch of money that he had no way of paying back.

And he borrowed from the wrong men who planned to kill him and make it hurt.  I think he hired me to kill him more humanely without all the torture sex. Sort of like euthanasia. No doubt, he paid me to kill him with money he borrowed from loan sharks, but a small sliver of what he owes them, I am sure.

Some Me Pay Me to Kill Others for Them, But Some Hire Me to Kill Them

He borrowed all this money to impress one girl who was not impressed because whatever money he had turned out to never be enough for her. Personally, I think she should’ve died over him, but I took the money and did the job.

Although this was supposed to be a humane death, I did not have access to drugs that can kill people humanely. But I did have access to some Xanax and muscle relaxers. So, I crushed them and made him a special cocktail to subdue him. I planned to utilize suffocation phone sex techniques. It seemed more humane than using a knife or a gun. Less clean up too.

So, once the drugs kicked in, I sat on his face. I could smother him with my pussy. Eating a bitch way out of your league seemed like a humane way to die to me. However, he began to thrash around as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head. And he tried to fight me. I gave him a lot of drugs. He should not have been that feisty. So, I had a problem.

And suddenly this gig became messy and inhumane. I grabbed a knife that I had in my back pocket in case of an emergency. This seemed like an emergency. I did not want to die because some loser suddenly got the will to live as I tried to kill him. So, I slit his throat. He bled out all over his floor.

Seriously, I never thought he would fight me. But he’s dead now. And I’m 50 grand richer. To think, I almost didn’t take this gig and I felt sorry for him initially. But after that struggle, all I could think about was finding the next man who needs to die.

Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.

My Boyfriend made me his Accomplice in Killer Phone Sex

Killer Phone Sex

Killer phone sex was what Ethan craved.(Dont miss out on part 1 click Here) He Licked her tear and blood streaked cheek. I have to admit, I got wet. Ivy Lay on the table, sprawled and scared.

I began ripping her skirt off, and her panties. She whimpered as the duct tape muffled her cries. Her eyes pleaded with me, but I knew Ethan was going to make me hurt her.

“Cut her, Faith , make her look pretty”

Taking the knife from him, I sliced into her upper thigh. The blood rushed, and I ran my fingers through it. It was warm and made her skin slick. “More Faith, cut her more” Ethan demanded as he rubbed his cock through his pants. He was getting turned on, I could tell by the tone of his voice.

I climbed up on the table. Kneeling beside Ivy I began Pushing the sharp blade into the flesh above her left titty, and I carved a long laceration in the shape of a V from one side of her tits to the other. She cried, screamed and struggled against the duct tape.

My pussy gushed juicy pussy cream into my panties

Her fat pussy lips kept my gaze. I wanted to see them wet. Moving the blade to her thigh, I pressed deep and pulled it across her skin. Blood dripped and gushed within seconds. I ran my bare fingers through it, again. This time smearing it over onto her pussy, I rubbed it into her scared kitty like lotion.

Her cries softened.

Her body began to betray her as the blood and pussy juice mixed

She whimpered as I finger fucked her with her own blood. Looking up at Ethan, he was stroking his cock and telling Ivy that stupid fucking cunts win stupid prizes. “More” He encouraged me. I stuck the blade into her side and she let out a muffled scream.

“Make the hole bigger Faith, I wanna fuck it”

I twisted the blade inside her and blood poured our of her, she bled like a stuck fucking hog.

Ethan came to the side of the table, and stuck his cock in the bloody hole, fucking it. It gushed more and more with each thrust. He kissed me hard, our psychotic passion ignited. My fingers darted in and out of Ivy’s pussy. Her blood made the perfect lube. The least i could do for her was make her cum. My fingers pumped with Ethan’s rhythm.

“Cum baby, Cum in her bloody fucking hole” I urged

The light in her eyes was fading..

I craved making Ethan Happy

 

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Slut Grooms Conquest For Boyfriends Killer Fantasies Pt 1

Accomplice Phone Sex I became Friends with her, just for him to make me his accomplice, in some fucked Accomplice phone sex rape fantasy that he wanted to see through, but I wasn’t prepared for what happened.

I’ve been a victim my whole life. My New fuck buddy boyfriend has some fucked up taste. My whore holes were so sore being ripped from cunt to asshole, and the cut marks on my tits didn’t even have a chance to heal. I needed a break from the torture for just a bit and I was willing to do anything for him….

She was perfect, a young Teen runaway a long way from home, dressed like a total slut. When I met her she had only been here 2 days and had nowhere to stay. Red hair, Pale Skin, perky little titties and slender frame. Her name was Ivy. Fitting. I became her friend and manipulated her, gaining her trust. I offered for her to come stay at my house for a while tile she got on her feet.

But It was all a twisted ploy.

After a few days, we were best friends. I shared my clothes with her. Her body was beautiful, we had even kissed because she was curious. Mt eyes roamed all over her, I Liked Ivy, a lot. I told her My Boyfriends Birthday was coming up, and he really wanted to be with 2 girls. I told her I couldn’t wait to devour her sweet, sexy body and I wanted her first time with another girl to be special. Eager to taste her perfect pussy it had the prettiest red strip of pussy hair.  She acted honored to even be tasked with this. I knew she would be perfect for our hot, rough threesome. That’s all Ethan made it out to be.

Ethan has dark tastes. Very dark. He wanted his entrance to be a surprise. So I left the side door unlocked. We were watching a movie when he appeared out of nowhere in the kitchen which ran parallel with the living room.

“Faith?” He said, laying his keys on the counter “Who is this?”

We both jumped and screamed, frightened.

“So you’re just bringing home strays for me to keep, feed and entertain?” His eyes Narrowed and zeroed in on Ivy.

Ivy interjected ” I, I,I…I can leave, I didn’t mean to cause problems Faith” she began standing up and walking toward the bedroom.

“Oh you aren’t going anywhere Ivy” He toyed with the Knife, spinning the point on his index Finger, twirling it and hungrily licking his lips.

Ivy Looked so scared. Her stare shot back from me to Ethan.

“Now Faith!” Ethan commanded.

I grabbed the duct tape and tore off a piece with my teeth. Ivy started to panic. Her breath rushed. I said “Shhhhhh, shh It’s okay Ivy, remember what I told you, it’s all a part of it. Just go with it.” I smiled a sweet smile Pressing the tape firmly over her mouth. I kissed the duct tape. Then I led her to the table room. I began taping each of Ivys limbs to the legs of the table. She whimpered and Squirmed, but didn’t fight me.

Once taped, Ethan teased her with the knife, running the sharp blade down her cheek, nicking her skin. Her blood dripped. Moving the cold clade down, he toyed with her neck. Finally,  slicing the fabric of her shirt open exposing her tits, with pointy nipples. She squealed, and her eyes began to fill with tears. Her body radiated sheer terror. I could see it. He loved it when the fright kicked in, it was something he could almost smell and it drove him fucking mad with psychotic killer desire. He leaned over licking the tears from her cheeks.

What Ethan made me do next, was diabolical.

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Castration Phone Sex Brings Me Joy and Makes This World Better

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I enjoy neutering men. And hear me out. Sure, I am a sick bitch so I like to inflict torture, especially cock and ball torture. But the way I look at most of my castrations, I’m doing it for the greater good. Most of the men who I castrate are sexual predators. Men with tiny dicks, who think they have a big black cock, and folks so stupid that they cannot remember how to breathe. I’m just preventing the creation of more idiots. So castrating men has become my altruistic action. I’m putting out some good in the world.

However, most of the men, I castrate seems somewhat unwilling to admit that they are losers. But they are getting exactly what they deserve. Only a handful of men ever seem self-aware enough that they want me to take their junk. Most of the guys falsely believe that they can fuck any woman they want just because they’re a guy. And this is the reason I prefer sex toys and corpses as lovers. Some men say the stupidest shit. And they do the stupidest shit. But neutering them takes the wind out of their sails. Plus, it brings me joy.

Most Men Do Not Deserve Their Nuts

With me, castration begins with some extreme cock and ball torture sex first. Of course, I tie up my victim securely, so he cannot fight me. And more importantly, he cannot escape me either. I don’t always wear stiletto heels because I’m not one of those girly girls. Usually, I’m in Chuck’s, but when I castrate a fucking loser like you, I put on my spiked stilettos to make it hurt even more. Nothing like digging your heel into a fucking ball and flattening it before you even castrate the fucker.

I mutilated this loser’s junk in his own bed. He could not handle the pain. When he started puking and crying and pleading for mercy. I just kept on kicking. I don’t reason with losers. This man’s cock appeared to be no longer than my thumb. And he thought he could come on to me. He thought he could try to force that little nothing of a dick inside me. No fucking way. I hate losers with small dicks. And I hate the ones who seem clueless that their dick can’t do shit for a woman.

I Love Removing Your Junk

So, I made sure that torture hurt. I made sure he begged for the castration just to get it over. I guess you could say I brainwashed the loser. Caused him so much discomfort that he begged me to cut his nuts off. Normally, when I castrate a loser, I just take the balls and use a frying pan that’s heated on the bottom to cauterize the wound.

However, this time, I took the balls clean off with one sweep of my knife. And I stuffed his balls in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Although I did cauterize the wound, I also stitched him up. and I think I did a pretty good job too. Not to brag or anything. But I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a doctor. But sometimes I play doctor when I take your nuts.

Murder Fantasy, Torture, and Blasphemy

Blasphemy Sex

 

My little sister was always a part of my secret murder fantasies. I wanted to take her to my boyfriend’s cabin in the woods and strap her small young teen body down to his kitchen table. I’d whisper to her and tell her how we were going to sacrifice her body to the devil after I shoved a large wooden cross in her tight virgin pussy. I would lick up her tears and pinch her nipples until they bleed. She would try to move and beg us to stop. We would laugh at her as she begged us to have mercy on her.

Torture Sex

My boyfriend would ram his thick cock into her pussy tearing it open. Blood would trickle down her thighs and she would cry asking us why. I would start cutting her stomach open and play with her dark red blood. I would lick her blood off my favorite knife and thrust it in her chest killing her. Her eyes would open wide in surprise before the light left her eyes. My boyfriend would keep fucking her corpse because you should never let a cunt go to waste. He’d fill that dead pussy full of cum and then we’d burn her body. She doesn’t know how twisted my murder and rape fantasies are. Maybe one day they’ll be more than just a fantasy.

Snuff Movies I Enjoy Filming and Watching Too

snuff moviesI like to watch snuff movies. However, I prefer to make them. I have an eye for talent. Now, I can make a movie by myself. But I will admit, I much prefer to make a snuff flick with an accomplice. I can take care of the killing and disposing of the body. However, if we’re going to be killing some stupid cunt, at least you could fuck her first.

I found Frank on the dark net. And he had a little problem that he needed my assistance with. However, he could not afford my fee. I’m not Kmart. I do not offer specials. But when I saw the victim, I made a deal. A deal that I can promise I will ever make to anyone ever again. But I told him let me film the snuff porn and stream it. What we would do is put an executioner’s mask on him to hide his tattoos or distinguishing marks. This would assure that nobody ever knew who was doing the fucking and torturing.

You Need Me to Help You Kill

He agreed to my terms. The girl he wanted to kill is the same coed who comes into my Goth bar and hustles guys into buying her drinks. Turns out she’s not a coed after all. It’s just part of her persona. She’s a con artist and an escort. Now that alone does not make her an ideal candidate for me to snuff, but apparently, she’s pregnant. And she’s telling five different people that they are the baby daddy to milk them of money. I guess the whore doesn’t want to work for a living. But don’t look to me to have sympathy just because she’s pregnant. She’s still a whore.

So, I wanted to help him. Don’t tell him, but I would’ve done this job for free. But I can’t have men thinking that I’ll help them just out of the kindness of my heart. This time I knew the victim. Well, sort of knew the victim. I lured her way, and she walked right into my trap. Frank laid in wait. And when this dumb bitch saw him, she knew she was in trouble. But she had no idea what I had in the store for her. I did the world of favor by getting rid of another conniving cunt. The world has enough of them.

Nobody will Ever Miss a Conniving Cunt 

She tried to run for the door, but I picked up a baseball bat and whacked her across the head. It gave her a nasty head wound and a likely concussion. That was nothing to what Frank did. He clearly had some anger to unleash. So, I told him to fuck the shit out of her. Explore his rape phone sex fantasies with her ass, mouth, and pussy. I streamed it all as he rammed his big dick up her cunt. Dumb bitch screamed and cried for her mommy. No one would save her.

He fucked the living shit out of her. Destroyed her cunt and her ass. I mean, if you know a girl is not going to survive the night, that’s like carte blanche to do whatever the fuck you want to her and neither of us care that she had a tiny little bun in the oven. Hell, it might’ve been a lie too. You can’t trust a conniving scheming bitch like her. But I plunged that knife deep into her belly, gutted her like a pig and tossed her body and her entrails in the backyard to feed the wild animals. And once again, another snuff flick in the books. And another dead cunt that no one will miss.

Twisted Babysitter Tears Young Girls Pussy open

Babysitter Phone Sex

Never trust a gothic teen whore to watch your daughters. Especially the cute blonde ones with sexy flat chests bald cunts and big blue eyes.  We might just call over a few friends of ours who love young girls and who want to do twisted things to their little bodies.  We’ll tear their pussies open with fat cock too big for their bodies to handle and cut them open with our knives. We’ll drink up their blood and fuck any holes we make on their bodies. We’ll carve the words slut and whore into their skin and laugh as they scream. Of course, they’ll go missing only to surface on the dark web in a snuff film.  Until then we’ll make those tiny whores scream as we watch people fuck them and make them bleed. They’ll be used and abused, tortured until they beg for death. Even death won’t give them freedom though because we’ll fuck those dead bodies and piss on them. Maybe we’ll stuff them full of paper and sell her corpse as a sex doll.  You’d never expect that though because we look so sweet.  We were crying when she went missing… but what you didn’t know was how hard it was to hide the laughter.

Knife Play Phone Sex Equal Opportunity Killer

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex never disappoints me. Most days I’m strapping at least five blades to my body. You never know when you might need to stab a bitch or cut off a dick. On the weekend, I usually go out looking for trouble. Not all superheroes wear capes. I protect women from predatory men. And I protect men from bitchy cunts. Plus, I like making the world a better place by getting rid of toxic men and cunt women in the world. Seems like the universe is plentiful in both.

When I went out this weekend, I did not have any plans. No man I planned on giving free castration phone sex too. But once I went out, this little gold digging coed bitch who tried to hustle every man into buying her a drink, caught my eye. The bitch started a fight with me. Honestly, I was hoping to sever a cock. But the men in the bar seemed to be on good behavior.

However, some of these women were downright bitches. That’s when I decided one of them needed to go. Although I had a room full of potential victims, I picked the girl who called me a Goth freak. Now she may not have been my number one choice, but she put herself at the top of the list when she called me a Goth freak. This bitch was on my turf. This was not a college bar. She entered a steampunk bar and insulted all the Goth women there. So, I turned my attention to this fucking bitch.

I am an Equal Opportunity Killer

Instead of castrating a predator, I snuffed a bitch. I enjoy bloody overkill. This bitch had it coming. She got drunk. And extremely obnoxious. She decided to insult just about everybody in that bar. Even the guys who bought her a drink. So, I roofied one of those drinks a guy bought her.

And I swept in to save her making her think the guy slipped her the roofie. She got belligerent, so I had to restrain myself from gutting her like a pig right there in the bar. But once the roofie kicked in, I could handle her easily. So, I did give her a ride. A ride in the trunk of my car to my dungeon

I tied her up on a table sort of like Dexter does his kills. I’ve learned quite a lot from Dexter. Plastic underneath to capture the blood. I made a mess of her. I began with little cuts all over her body. Imagine how uncomfortable a 1000 paper cuts on your body would feel. I avoided the arteries because I wanted her to suffer. But eventually, I got tired of her. I plunged the knife straight into her belly button and pulled it all the way up to her sternum. I played around in her intestines because I am a bloody phone sex freak.

After I finished playing with her insides, I tossed her to the wild animals in my backyard and watched them tear her to shreds. They make the perfect accomplices. I can always go back out another night and find a predatory male to neuter. But I am an equal opportunity Bitch.