Category: Knife play phone sex

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.

 

All Her Fault pt 1

Mutilation phone Sex

That bitch was going to pay for what she did! I broke into her apartment and walked to her room; she slept so peacefully. I smiled knowing I was going to ruin her peace. I taped her eyelids shut and dragged her out of bed and to a metal chair in her kitchen. she struggled and tried to scream so I punched her in the mouth. I tied her to the chair while she was dazed and then sewed her mouth shut.  I could hear her muffled screams as I worked. Then I went to her eyes, and I cut them out and sewed her eye lids together. I put her eyes in a jar so I could keep them. they would go well with my collection.  I turned on some classical music and began my work. I began by cutting off her feet. She’d never escape now and what her future would hold, I knew the mental trauma would break her mind. I whispered softly in her ear, I told her I knew it was her who cost me my job. It was her complaint and now she was going to pay for it.  I smiled cruelly; let the fun begin…

Murder phone sex Fantasies chokes out that little slut

Murder phone sex Fantasies cast an eerie, sexy glow on the world around me, and the screams of the night become my symphony. I am the one who finds the perfect victims, and your cock is going to thank me. We take turns choking them out, making them choke and die as suffering sex slaves. The thrill of the kill only heightens our pleasure, and we revel in it. I know your favorite part is when I push the little bitch’s head all the way down until your cock is sticking out of the back of her head.

Murder phone sex FantasiesYou love the feeling of power, the knowledge that you and I are the ones in control. You are King, and I am your Killer phone sex queen. I love that we’ve created our twisted world, where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred beyond recognition, where murder and sex become the same.

Are You Sick Like Me

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Shes crying in the corner her body shaking and trembling. Her blonde hair covering her face. I walk to her with my favorite knife. I grab her by the hair and drag her to the kitchen table she screams loudly as I push her on the table and nail her hands into the wood.  She looks at me and tears are streaming down her cheeks. I lick them up before i slid my whole fist into her tiny cunt. She got my boyfriend in trouble, the little bitch. All she had to do was be a good whore and keep her mouth shut and none of this would happen, Now I had to fix things and make her pay.  I slide my knife inside her pussy and fuck her with it. I feel her sweet blood covering my hands and my pussy gets wet. I love making them bleed. I realize after a while the light has left her eyes. I love fucking dead bodies so I pound her pussy with my hand. I laugh and spit on her face. Later that day I cook her flesh and enjoy a quiet meal. Of course this is my favorite fantasy. If only I could make it real.

Snuff Porn Dates Never Go as Planned and The Men Die

snuff pornIf I dated, my ideal date would be to watch snuff porn until we felt like we had to go from watching it to making it. Here is why I no longer “date.” Last guy I went out on a date with watched some snuff flicks with me knowing I am a dominant sadist and not some submissive whore. But he misread all the cues. He saw cues that were not there.

He tried to make me his snuff flick doll. So, I put him down. Then I fed him to the wildlife that relies on me for food. And that was the 6th consecutive man who attempted that. Stupid men. So, I gave up on men as lovers. Now they can either be my victims or my accomplices. But I no longer fuck men because I find most of you worthless anyway. Plus, I get my sexual gratification from killing and castrating men.

So, when John told me we should watch snuff movies and fuck, I told him we could find a young girl for him to fuck, and we could snuff her together after he fucked her. That could be the only option. He agreed to my terms. And it seemed to be going along perfectly until it didn’t go along perfectly. This so-called accomplice fucked the girl we kidnapped together. I watched and filmed it. He had a splendid time.

I am Always Prepared for Men to Act Like Idiots

And I watched him strangle the life out of her after he came too. Everything seemed good. Until the idiot thought he could fuck me next to her corpse. Now, I have no problem fucking a guy next to dead or dying body. But that was not our agreement. And he thought he could fuck and kill me too. Nope. Not how I operate. But luckily, I am always prepared for men to act like the world revolves around them and they can get what they want.

A carefully placed knife on my body thwarted his plans. Kind of thwarted mine too. I looked forward to showing him how I get rid of the killer phone sex bodies. But instead, I fed two bodies to the wildlife out back. Although I am never shocked that men think they can have any woman they want, I am still hopeful that one of these days I will meet a man who has a brain and knows how to use it in my presence.

Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.

It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.

Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day

I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.

Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.

Knife Play Phone Sex Remains My Favorite Because it Requires Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. Why? Because I can kill you much easier with a knife and even in public without drawing attention to myself. Plus, knives require much more skill.  A gun just requires decent aim. But anyone can shoot someone. No thrill in it. Plus, guns leave traces of DNA and they have their own stamp that can be easily traced if you purchased the gun legally.

Generally speaking, I avoid big crowds because I hate people. But sometimes, I get stuck. I found myself shoved into a large crowd protesting something when all I wanted was to go to my coffee house and get a dark roast latte. I’m tiny, but I am mighty. And resourceful too. Some guy in the crowd thought he could use the moment to grope me and some girl in the same boat as me.

Always More Fun to Kill with a Side Kick

Neither of us were having that. However, only one of us had a knife strapped to her leg. And that would be me. You never know when you may need to turn someone into a snuff porn star. So, I pulled out my knife and cut him just right so his femoral artery would drain him of all his blood.

 The other girl high-fived me. She high-fived me for letting a man bleed out in a crowd of political protestors. My kind of chick. I do not involve myself in politics. I vote. But that is it. I am sure I have murdered folks on both sides of the political coin. Assholes come in all sorts of forms.

I am an equal opportunity killer. You wrong me or piss me off, I don’t care about anything else. Turns out the guy I stabbed had some fancy job and a rap sheet as long as my arm. Typical white straight rich man who can get away with murder. But so can I. Because I know when to kill, how to kill and even in public, I go undetected. If you need help honing your killer phone sex urges, I bet I can help you kill in public undetected too.

She was Just Begging For It

Torture Sex

The urge to kill hit me again. I had my cages ready and my favorite tools all laid out. I knew when I saw that busty blond that she was the one. I couldn’t wait to add her to my collection and then my recipe book. I took her outside of a fast-food place. No one was there so they didn’t hear her scream. I dragged her to my car and put her in the back seat ho tied, gagged and covered in blankets. My pussy was already getting wet just thinking about what I was going to do to her.

When I got home, I took her to the cellar. It was cold and damp and even better, no one would hear her screams. I didn’t care if she had a family or friends. Most likely when they had a search party for her, I would join in and help. I loved watching the aftermath of my favorite hobby. They always had so much hope in the beginning, then it dwindled as they realized she would never be found. What I loved the most was everyone would have her with them for a while. After all no one asked what was in the chili I served that night.

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