Category: Knife play phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Prolong the Pain

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone? I think a knife is the best weapon. It prolongs the agony. I am not a fan of a quick kill, are you? I had a little girl in my basement last night. She had been in my basement for a few days just waiting, scared as a wounded bird. Her fear was intoxicating. This package was not for me though. I was hired to kidnap her for her father. But we had to plan it well, so no suspicion fell on him. He was visiting his sister when the girl went MIA on her way home from school. He is in the middle of a nasty custody battle, so he would be suspect number one. He came over last night to have fun with her after waiting patiently. I wanted to carve her up, but only after he explored his rape phone sex fantasies for his bitchy daughter. The mom was coaching the little girl to say very bad things about her daddy. I am just helped him live up to the lies. With the girl gone, there would be no support payments, no pawn in the divorce. I did not care his reasons why. I just cared about the money. He fucked her. Fucked all her tight tiny holes. They were so tiny that he split them open. She bled bright crimson red. Once he was done using her holes, however, she became mine to play with. I took my time carving up her tender flesh. I mutilated her soft skin. It was more for fun than anything. I liked listening to her scream. I mean her daddy just tore her asshole and cunt up, but she still cried out for him. She preferred her attacker to me. Most women or girls would because I am a snuff sex sadistic bitch. I believe in torture and mutilation. I believe in my victim feeling the pain. That lying little cunt got what was coming to her. Now, she is bear shit because I fed her diced up body parts to the wild animals. How do you think I have never been caught? Nature makes the finest accomplice.

Domination Phone Sex With Mistress Aria Will Leave You Drained!

Domination Phone Sex Aria

People come to me for one thing, mostly. Domination phone sex is what I do best, and I fucking love it. Getting to dominate your pathetic and puny ass is what I live for. I live to rise to the challenge and dominate you in any and every way. Whether it be by bondage, humiliation, or whet ever it is your dirty little sadistic heart desires. I can and will dominate you in any way you wish.

Let’s play a game where I tie you up and have my way with you completely. Will I be kind and only use my whip, or will I be cruel and use my knife to carve up some new tattoos for you? Let’s spin the wheel of fate and let it decide for us. By wheel of fate, I mean me. I choose the latter.

I can carve you up and dominate you all at once. So, let’s play my dominatrix game of knives and see what becomes of you my little puppet. I want to hear you screaming my name at the end of our fun time together. I want to hear you beg and plead for me to stop. Maybe that’s your kink and you’re some sort of masochist. Either way, you’ll be my toy and I will have my way with you.

So, what will you choose? Play with me and see how long you can last? Or will you chicken out and try again later? Either way, I’m having some fun with some piece of meat tonight, will it be yours?

Evil phone sex leaves me gasping and bleeding out

Evil phone sex“Hah-” I felt his evil phone sex knife pierce my side at the same time he thrust his hard cock deep. I’d been stabbed, deep too, a nice knife wound that’d leave me bleeding out soon enough if he didn’t help me. I got the feeling he had no intentions of doing that though, why save your victim, why spare what you can take away? Another sharp wound had me gasping for air, this one way too close to my lungs and making every single breath agonizing. It was easier not to breathe, easier to let the darkness take me while he used my cunt for his dark purposes. His seed was going to fill me, I knew that, I just wasn’t sure I’d be alive when it happened or if I’d succumb to his killer phone sex. He didn’t need to get me again, the two wounds pooled crimson onto the floor and stained my skin a dark red that contrasted nicely. My only regret was that we were indoors and the moonlight wasn’t reflecting off my aches and pains. “Oh, yes!” I heard him say as he got faster, making each moment all the more painful. I didn’t breathe, couldn’t force myself to go through that even as I panicked. That was until I suddenly woke up, my body forcing air into my lungs despite my request. I couldn’t just die, it wouldn’t be that easy, I had to slowly succumb to his desires and hold back tears with every buck of his hips into my soaked cunt. Every movement a slice deep inside me that got worse and worse and worse with every second. There’s no standard protocol to being cut up, no advice to make things easier, his hands stayed on both handles, using them as something to hold onto while he destroyed my pussy and my body with knife play phone sex. 

Killer Phone Sex Mood Somedays, Most Days

killer phone sexSome days, I am more in a killer phone sex mood. And today was one of those days. I was looking at this brat for weeks. She would give you a boner. Me? She filled me with rage. She was a teen slut. I watched her practice for cheerleading in her back yard. I was out of town, staying in an Air B and B and she was just there. Looking cute and doing cute things. I could see neighbors watching her jump up and down and do some acrobatics that showed off her spankies. No doubt her neighbor men jack off to her. I assume her daddy does too. She was a hot piece of ass. But her youthfulness. Her cuteness just filled me with rage. I know I am not alone. She must cock tease half the neighborhood giving dads like you rape phone sex fantasies for her and girls like her. Well, she will not be doing that anymore. She is officially listed as a missing person. I followed her yesterday and when the coast was clear, I picked her up and drove her into the woods. I was no where near my kill shack since I was out of town, so I improvised. I found a clearing off a 4-wheel drive path. She was drugged, so I had to carry her. If she weighed 100 lbs., I would have been shocked. She came to when she was naked and tied to a tree. I wanted to skin her alive, but I could not bring all my gear with me since I had to carry an unconscious bitch, plus a bookbag of rope and a couple of my favorite knifes. I cut her flesh. Sexually mutilated her girl parts. I thought about making it look like a Satanic kill. But I decided that was too risky since I was staying next door to the whore. If you had been with me, teen rape porn would have been the way to go. I just gutted her like a pig and watched wild animals eat her entrails. Then I carved up her body and fed the rest of her to them too. No body. No crime.  She is just a runaway to the cops. Or a girl stolen for the sex trade. Only you and I know what happened and I know we aren’t telling.

Snuff Phone Sex is What You Get with This Goth Girl

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what you get with me. You do not have to be a brain surgeon to understand I am not your girlfriend, and I am not your bitch. Every fucking day though I encounter some fucking loser who calls me baby or mommy or any else such nonsense. I hate brats. I hate most men. I am not a weak woman who changes who she is for a buck or a man. I do not feel the need to be coupled up because I am still single in my 30s. No biological clock is ticking for me because I do not want any brats. I know this one guy from a Goth bar I go to often. He has been a staple there since I started going to this bar when I was 21. Maybe younger too. I have never hung out with him. He knows to leave me alone. The other night, however, he thought he would chat up this snuff porn maker. He did what mothers do to women. He started asking when I was going to get married and talking about how I will be too old to procreate. I would have shanked him right there if it was not a public setting. My grandpa trained me better than that. I spiked his drink then let him take me home. We went to my place. I am always prepared for some torture at my place. Since I never know what tool, I might meet or what annoying brat may piss me off, I have a dungeon for torture always ready to go. This Goth boy thought I was going to introduce him to my mommy. I killed her a decade ago. What a fucking delusional loser he was. I will never marry. And clearly, I will kill any man who thinks I should be some flower lost in her husband’s shadows.  I had no real reason to explore my killer phone sex bitch with him, but I was in a mood and his comment pushed me over the edge. Now there is a dead Goth boy who is missing his cock. He had a Prince Albert piercing. I took his piercing out as a souvenir before I tossed his severed dick to the wolves with the rest of his body. Consider yourself warned. If I can kill one of my own, I can kill you too.

Break Up with yOur balls Goth Teen phone sex

Goth Teen phone sex

He told this goth teen phone sex whore that he really can’t stand the power his balls and cock have over him. Well, If that is the case, It’s time to break up with your balls! Tell them that they no longer rule your life. You are an intelligent man with the drive and power to make things happen for you and your family.

But that cock of yours and the need to cum multiple times a day distracts you. It’s not good for such a go-getter like yourself to be attached to something that do you no good. You have already sired your two perfect angles and now it’s time to have a sexy teen whore take the garden sheers out and make them glow with the torch. A nice easy castration and cauterization at the same time! 

Look I know I’m not stupid, my tats and piercings were a way for a young teen to try to look hard and older before I was okay with my little girl body I got stuck with. But now I proudly wear my skin art as a way of letting people know that I’m really into some hardcore shit. So if you bring me a limp dick and want to try to get your last cum load before the sheers close all the way that’s fine with me. I’ll Light my black candles and get some chicken blood ready as I prepare to ceremoniously separate you from the testicles that control you!  I’ll do a big fat line and just snip, snip!

There will be a lot of pain just like any breakup, but you will find your mind is clear and your ambitions are in overdrive. Taking your balls is a pleasure for a goth little Castration phone sex whore like me! Plus I have a craving for rocky mountain oysters and your manhood will taste great!

Rape phone sex fantasies are what he used my little sis for

I got tired of my boyfriend using my little sister for his Rape phone sex fantasies. We live by a homeless shelter who always has people who need to be fed. I knew I could get rid of meat if I needed to. I drugged his beer and it was easy to tie him up after he passed out. I had my little sister kick his cock and balls to wake him up. He screamed out in pain and saw the knife I had. He was going to lose his dirty dick he was using to fuck my little sister and rip her holes open. We laughed as he begged us to stop and let him go. He didn’t know he was going to be meat to feed the homeless. I started by cutting his tongue off. I was tired of him speaking. My sister went next; she was being the perfect accomplice. She slashed him a few times and cut his ears off. I told her to grab his cock and pull his limp cock all the way out. With a swift fast move, I chopped his limp dick off. He screamed out but I just shoved it deep down his throat. I kept pushing his dick down his throat even more until it disappeared, I could see it bulging out his neck.  His body shook and I just let my little sister beat him and cut him until she felt better. Now i just had to figure out how to cut him up and cook him before dinner, the homeless are really hungry then.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration Play

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone. I do not even own a gun. Honestly, I find a knife to be a better instrument of human destruction. Every victim of mine gets the knife. Maybe I just torture them with castration, or I kill them by evisceration. Either way, I am using a knife. I have thousands of knives. Many I inherited from my grandpa, my mentor. He taught me how to hunt my prey. He told me there is no valor or honor in killing with a gun. A gun requires no skill. It is mostly luck. I was a young teen girl when I helped him castrate a man. That was my first castration, and it filled me with a love for castration phone sex and knives. My grandpa did not kill this man. At the time, I wondered why. But I grew to appreciate his methods. Castrating a man is leaving him with a daily reminder of his sins. It is forcing him to live a celibate life. It takes the wind from his sails and leaves him unable to fuck or procreate. My grandpa’s victim was a P man. He was diddling little girls in the community. My grandpa caught him red handed too when he fucked my first cousin when she was itty bitty. He was a family friend, a pillar of our community. He would be a disgrace if it ever came out what he was doing behind closed doors. My grandpa could have killed him. Should have killed him for his crime was grave and personal. But grandpa told me you do not shit where you sleep. Torture sex, however, when you have something over your victim, is the next best thing. That was an important lesson for a future killer to learn. This man would not say anything about his forced castration because my grandpa had film of him fucking his young granddaughter. Leverage, my grandpa told me, is a powerful motivator for silence. That man never diddled another girl again and he never told the police that my grandpa and me castrated him. Be careful who knows your dirty secrets.

castration phone sex

Fuck My Cold Dead Body

Sex with dead bodies

 

My body is a total mess, sliced from ear to ear, recently covered in my blood. You like your bodies clean and cold when you fuck them, so you rub me with alcohol wipes and put me in the freezer for a few hours. Now, I can be fucked. My pussy is completely dry, just the way you like it. I would never let you fuck me when I was alive, and you prefer me dead. Aren’t I such a nasty little slut? I’ll suck your cock right after you had it deep in my ass. No other girl you know would let you cum in their eyes over and over again without closing them, your cum dripping down their face and into their mouths. Play with my nice round tits as you pump into me, fucking my sexy body until you cum in me, knowing you can never get me pregnant. I am the perfect fuck doll. If  you figure out how to preserve me, I’ll be your permanent fuck doll.

Evil phone sex gets more and more brutal by the pump

Evil phone sexI want to be a burden that’s beaten and starved and treated to the worst evil phone sex imaginable.. It’s the best place in the world to me when I’m unwelcome yet forced to stay. My dark fantasies flow through me like an energy, and I seek out suffering like a force of nature. My abusers are my favorite people, and I always come back even if I manage to escape because I can’t imagine life without them. There’s something primal and amazing about getting fucked hard into a cold floor while I make it warm with spilt blood. My memories are always a haze, one moment to the next a journey I’m not quite there for. Dissonance is my true name, and that’s why I don’t have a story for you today. I have many stories, all bleeding together like my wounds in a puddle after killer phone sex. Was yesterday when they stuffed me with a dildo so large and bumpy it ripped me open? Was yesterday when I was forced to suck men back to back without even a break to breathe, every single one so deep I saw spots until eventually I blacked out? Was yesterday when I had to teach a class about sadism with a hands on practice? My life is an action packed adventure and I’ll struggle to tell you when something happened, but if all you’re looking for is a story you’ll get one from me. You’ll get a lot of stories from me, an infinite antiquity of selfish and painful memories are stored deep in my skull. Care to try and beat them out of me, or pry them out with clawed fingers and an ice pick? My dark skin set me up for this, but I took off running, and here I am, ready for another session of brutal knife play phone sex.