Category: Knife play phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex is How I Will Ring in the New Year

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is how I will end one year and start the next one. I kill or torture folks year-round, but I do it several times a day over the holidays. I feel more charitable over Christmas. I like to put losers out of their misery. Some tiny, dicked asshole is miserable from constant rejection. That constant rejection turns him angry. And the world does not need any angrier men, right? When Pete walked into my Goth bar, he smelled of desperation and loneliness. That scent is always intoxicating to me. I love to put a desperate man out of his misery. He asked to buy me a drink but ordered me what he wanted not what I wanted. He assumed that a Goth girl alone at the bar would be happy with any kind of attention, I guess. I spiked his drink so I could get him out of the bar easily. Once he was in my car, he started mumbling some bullshit about how I will be getting a gift from Santa Clause soon. I knew whatever was in his pants was not a gift, but a nightmare. The torture sex was on me that night. I tied him to his bed naked and spread eagle. His apartment had no signs of a woman living there. Not surprising. I went to his kitchen to check out his knives. He was getting a free castration this Christmas. He was drugged but still able to hurl some bullshit that I would not tolerate. I cut his balls off. I did not use anything to numb the pain either. No alcohol. No lidocaine. No castration ban. I wanted him to slowly bleed out and go into shock. It is very painful for a man I am sure to have a bitch cut his dick and balls off. If the wounds are not cauterized, the torture flick becomes a snuff porn quickly. Just what I wanted. To kill another angry tiny dick loser. Who is next? I am ridding the world of angry, useless men, one at a time.

Forced to make Ass rape porn for the holidays

I was too intoxicated at a holiday party, and I went to a room to pass out. When i woke up i was being surrounded by a whole bunch of guys and my ass hole was being fucked. They were making Ass rape porn. I tried to fight him off me, but he had a knife to my throat. They were cheering as I was getting pounded hard, screaming that I better get ready to be gangbanged and have it filmed. I felt his dick go deeper in my ass as his hands wrapped around my neck. He started strangulating me while ripping my ass open. I passed out and woke up with my face being pushed onto the bed and I was suffocating. They were two dicks inside me and i was being fucked like a blow-up doll. When they saw I was awake, they forced another dick in my mouth. I was so drunk and weak I couldn’t fight back or even move. I swallowed a few loads of cum before I felt my asshole and pussy get filled up. I thought it was over but there were more dicks being shoved in my mouth and holes. I passed out again and they woke me up by slapping me over and over as they fucked me. I could smell blood and I knew my holes were starting to bleed from the pounding.

Ass rape porn

But it wasn’t going to be over until they all fulfilled their Rape phone sex fantasies. I let them keep fucking me until the last guy started squeezing on my neck harder and harder. Everyone cheered and said they wanted to see me go limp and never wake up again. I passed out and woke up in a ditch. Somehow, I have a chance for pay back. 

You Love Fucking Dead Sluts

Necrophilia phone sex

 

I am nothing to you. I was nothing you when you cornered me in the park at night, got out your big steak knife and sliced my throat, a steady stream of blood spurting from the wound, with ease, and I am nothing now as I lay dead before you. This is the perfect opportunity for you to fuck a dead body, fresh from your kill. I dressed for easy access, which makes it easier for you to rip off my panties, lift up my skirt and force your cock into my pussy. Your precum is making my dead pussy wet and allowing you to slide in and out of it as fast as you please. You love fucking this body, especially as it is about to get cold. It is just a fuck toy for you to use, was never a person. If I wanted to be treated like a person, I wouldn’t be dressed like a whore. If I were still able to feel my body in the afterlife, I would enjoy your abuse. You bet my deceased pussy is getting wet right now from being abused by you. Use me like the cum dumpster I am. 

I Live and Die to Pleasure You

Snuff phone sex

 

I had absolutely no idea what you wanted. You asked for my number, we met up at your place, and now I have my legs behind my head while you fuck me. You do not seem to be sufficiently satisfied by fucking my sexy body. It is like you need more and I was eager to give it to you. I sucked your cock and deep throated the entire dick down my throat so that I could choke on it and give you a show. Sucking on your cock makes you hard, but does not make you cum even once. I tell you that you can fuck me in any hole you like. First, you fuck me in my pussy. I moan and beg for your cock to pound me hard in my tight, wet pussy. Then, you shove your cock down my asshole and I beg you to fill up my tight little asshole with your cock. You do not cum inside me at all. I ask you what I can do to please you. You tell me that there is something you always wanted to do to whores like me who are so pathetic and desperate to please. I ask you what it is and you tell me to get on all fours and I will show you. Now, you are really ramming your cock inside me. I can hear you panting and truly enjoying it. It hurts me and I beg for you to stop and you won’t. I keep begging you over and over again and it is like you do not hear me. I cry for you to stop assaulting me, but that is the last thing that I say as I feel a knife slitting my throat and cum squirting on my back. I finally pleased you. 

Knife Play Phone Sex Is Torture for You, Pleasure for Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is popular. Guys know that a woman who is fond of knives and knows how to use them is one sick bitch. I am a sick bitch. A knife takes skill and precision. Anyone can shoot a gun, but to maim, torture, or kill with a knife means you are in master class of sadism. I have amassed an impressive collection of knives over the years. Some of the knives in my collection are worth thousands of dollars because they date back to the 20s. I even have a few that are from the medieval times. My grandpa was a knife connoisseur. He taught me at a young age how to defend myself using knives. He gave me my first one. He taught me how to hunt prey with knives. He taught me how to torture men with knives. I gelded sheep with him before I ever castrated my first man. When my grandpa died, I inherited his knife collection and a bunch of torture sex devices. Thanks to him, I can kill, stab, slice, castrate, filet and gut a person however I want.

I kidnapped a teen twat last night. She is still in my cage in my dungeon. I have been torturing her for hours. She hit my car and went ballistic on me. She was intoxicated, but in high school still. Not old enough to be drinking. She was out of her league with me. Pampered, spoiled, twat was used to getting what she wants. With me, she is just getting tortured until I can find some one like you to fuck the shit out of her too. I could have killed the cunt on the spot, but I like to prolong the agony. So far, I have cut off her labia lips. I have pierced her nipples. I carved twat on her chest. I even burned her clit with a stogie. I am just getting started too. She will be a snuff porn star before long.

Castration Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is bloody fun, especially for me. I watched a documentary on Lorena Bobbitt last night. I felt all inspired. I do not need her to take a man’s junk though. I castrated my first man in high school. I got a taste for it then. When I was a schoolgirl, the other schoolboys and girls called me Wednesday. That was because of Wednesday Addams. I was a loner Goth girl even back then. A teacher tried to force himself on me in the dark room where I was developing photos for a school project. I carried a small knife on me that I hid between my legs. I had it strapped with a garter to my thigh. My grandpa told me to do it so I could defend myself against bullies. This teacher was the last one I suspected of being a pervert too. But when he tried to fuck me, I threw photographic solution in his face, which burned his eyes, and I cut off his dick. I did the Lorena Bobbitt thing. She did her thing when I was just a little girl in diapers still, but everyone knew who she was and what she did when I was in high school. My teacher was my first willing torture sex victim. He started a domino effect though. I felt empowered grabbing that knife and slicing his dick off so he could not violate other schoolgirls. I knew he was not going to tell anyone what I did because he would have to explain why his dick was out in front of a young girl. He is likely still alive and dickless wonder. But now, so many more men are too. Because he was not the last man to try to force himself on me or other women. I can castrate you cleanly, or I can make it leave an ugly mark. I can take the balls, or I can take the dick too. I can let you bleed out or I can cauterize the wound. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. Not your bitch though. Never your bitch. I am just a tough as nails Goth girl who gets immense pleasure from mutilating your sex organs.

Evil phone sex is best served up with a side of Torture!

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex is best served up with a side of Torture, good thing I as just as sick and demented as you! You grab a fist full of my hair and throw me to the ground. “You are so fucking worthless! You are my sex slave, and you will obey me!” You hiss as you drag me across the room by my hair. You toss me on the bed and rip my shirt in half exposing my nice round tits and my hard pink nipples.

“Well look at that someone is excited!” you say with an eerie smile on your face. you grab a pair of nipple clamps that are attached in the middle by a chain. You open them and let them snap shut on my nipples as I try to stifle my scream. The mixture of pain and pleasure is so intoxicating, and my pretty little pussy started to drip for you. You push me to my knees and make my start sucking that cock. It is rock hard and I’m just hoping this will brighten your mood, but no such luck. You rip my head back by my hair as you say, “Ok my little sex slave it’s really time to play!”

You grab the nipple claps and twist and tug on them hard and sharp while take three fingers and slide them up and down my tight wet slit. “You seem pretty excited for someone who is about to be tortured all night” You spit as you forcefully ram your fist deep in my cunt without warning. I let out a shriek and you grabbed my throat and strangled me hard. My vision started to close, and I felt myself going limp before the sting of a back hand brought me back to reality. “Where do you think you are going whore?! I need you to experience all of this pain! You cannot pass out yet! The fun hasn’t even begun yet!” You laugh as you pull out rope a spreader, paddles a flog and an array of sharp items. You grab a torch and a brand and start to light it up. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m only going to brand that ass, so you never forget who it belongs too. Then after that I’m going to have hours and hours of fun with you! Buckle up little slut! It’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.

I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.

Castration Phone Sex Season is Here

castration phone sexThis the season for castration phone sex. I love castrating men for the holidays. It is almost the end of the year. And no better way to ring in a new year than to say goodbye to your jingle balls. Balls are overrated if you ask me. I think men see them as an entitlement instead of the privilege that they are. They should be a privilege that men use for good, but balls make men stupid. Alex got stupid. His hormones took over and he crossed a line he could not bounce back from. Not with me at least. The moment he tried to fuck me after I gave him a clear no, I was certain his balls needed whacked. I went back to his place with him which I rarely do. But I was in a mood to castrate, and he was the perfect victim. A slave to his hormones. A man who thinks women must fuck him if he gives them any attention. I was doing women everywhere a favor. He never saw it coming. I made him think I had a change of heart and wanted to fuck him after all. As if I would ever do that. The poor bastard thought I was going to suck his cock and instead I cut his balls off. I guess he was not cool with torture sex, LOL. He started screaming and trying to attack me, but he was bleeding everywhere. He got dizzy and passed out. I cauterized the wound while he was passed out on his living room floor. I should have let him bleed out and die. He was a jack ass. But I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of what happens to predators. I am an old school revenge bitch. Killing is fun and necessary, but I always enjoy making a loser remember his transgressions and preventing any more from occurring. I am a bad ass taboo phone sex bitch. I will take your balls for looking at me wrong.

Babysitter Phone Sex with Layla

Babysitter Phone Sex

 

One of my favorite movies is “When a Stranger Calls.” The voice at the end of the line that harasses the babysitter during the movie gets me nice and wet. It’s so deep and mysterious! This scenario is an integral part of my recurring babysitter phone sex fantasy. While I’m babysitting, I keep getting calls from a stranger and though I try to ignore it at first, I become increasingly terrified by him. Eventually I call the police who trace the call and determine it’s coming from inside the house, but at that point, it’s too late…the intruder has found me and have to run and hide. I hide under the bed in one of the guest bedrooms and try to control my breathing. He wanders into the bedroom and he nearly misses me, until my watch alarm goes off reminding me to take my meds. He quickly grabs me by the legs and pulls me from under the bed. I’m screaming, crying and kicking and he punches the back of my head. He angrily rips my leggings and panties off and buries my face into the carpet while he pulls out his cock and shoves it forcefully in my ass. This makes me scream louder and he pushes my head deeper into the carpet to muffle me, angrily force fucking my ass as my nose bleeds. He calls me names—stupid bitch, whore—and tells me about how he’s going to slit my throat, fuck the wound, defile my corpse and throw me into a woodchipper so he can feed me to his pigs. I love the feeling of being powerless and at someone else’s mercy. I imagine him dragging the blade of his knife across my jugular and feeling the warm blood trickle down my neck at the exact moment I cum. I then imagine watching him have sex with my lifeless body as my spirit watches on from the corner. Torture babysitter phone sex sure does make me horny!