Category: Knife play phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Goth teen phone sex

Goth teen phone sexAs I sit here, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something lurking beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect life. Despite the accolades of beauty and the appearance of a happy existence, I’ve always felt unattractive. There’s an unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity that I can’t quite shake.

But recently, I’ve discovered a peculiar source of beauty, not from an injury as one might expect, but from a deeper place within myself. This newfound beauty has led me on a twisted journey of self-discovery, one that I initially attempted to suppress.

Knife play phone sexI’ve intentionally inflicted pain on myself, not in the traditional sense of seeking aid, but out of a dark desire for exploration. I’ve been immersed in a realm of self-discovery, one that’s led me to crave external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure has transformed into an insatiable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies. I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, one where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, and where my ultimate, horrifying fantasies can finally be brought to life.

As I delve deeper into this dark abyss, I find myself inextricably entwined in a forbidden kink that I can’t deny. The line between pleasure and pain has become blurred, and I’m questioning my own sanity. But even as I venture into the unknown, I’m drawn to the thrill of it all, the adrenaline rush that comes with stepping into the darkness.

Violent phone sex when evil boss takes contol

 

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fucking on the desk with an evil boss. I never knew his capacity for evil until the first time I was late. It was not my fault that an accident shut down I-95. I tried three different detours to get there, but they were all a shit show and I showed up 30 minutes late to the office. He was standing at the door with an evil smirk on his face. He grabbed me by my neck and grunted, “Get in my office now.”  He lifted my skirt and saw I was pantyless. He took his massive hard cock out of his pants in frustration. He pushed me face down onto his huge desk and spanked my ass until my cheeks were flaming red. I was crying, which he thought was moaning, and shoved his steely thick cock into me hard and said, “Oh, you like that don’t you.” He dumped his massive load into my sore pussy and said, “This is what happens to you when you’re late.” Now, I am late all of the time. 

Knife Play Phone Sex is Sick Girl’s Go To for Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my weapon of choice. You can rest assured that I will never kill you with a gun. No fun in that. A gun kills you almost instantly too. You cannot torture with a gun. I mean you cannot torture for long at least. But a knife? Hours, even days of torture with a knife. Plus, a knife is diverse and often not traceable back to you. Unless you use some super rare knife that you purchased. Oh, and when you kill with a knife, no residue on your fingers suggests that you just murdered someone.

You still need to be careful with a knife. If you stab someone in a struggle or feverishly you can slice you own hand. I never stab in the heat of the moment. And I rarely stab someone who can fight me back. I use restraints. And I use drugs too. Since I take my time with the torture sex, subduing my victims is key. Unlike your typical serial killer the only consistent things I do include using a knife and restraining my victim. What knife I use varies. How I use the knife varies. Who I torture and kill varies too.

A Sharp Knife is A Girl’s Best Friend

However, I don’t have a type. But I do kill people who annoy me somehow. I know what you are thinking. Everyone annoys me. That is true, but some annoy me more, like Peter did last night. He grabbed my tit on the subway. Although I rarely ride the subway because I hate people, I was hunting. Just waiting for the right tool to show his true self. I only know his name is Peter from his ID. I stalked him to his home. Watched him and waited for him to be alone. Although I rarely kill in my victim’s home, I made an exception for him.

His wife would come home today and find him castrated and dead. Maybe I did her a favor. I made a mess of her bedroom. He bled all over the white sheets. I suffocated him after I let him bleed for an hour. Left his severed dick and balls on the nightstand with a note that says, “I Just Did You a Huge Favor.” Sure, I do not know her. But she deserves better than some subway groper. The only thing I regret is that I did not film it. Would have been an excellent addition to my snuff porn collection.

Snuff Movies Act Like Foreplay for This Sick Bitch

snuff moviesDo you watch snuff movies and get off? I knew I was a twisted freak when I would masturbate to horror movies like Hostel. The thought of torturing people for pleasure made my cunt drip.  However, I am not your typical sick bitch. I never torture animals. Nature is kind to me. The wild animals that live in the woods around my kill shack help me dispose of the evidence. How could I hurt or kill my best accomplices.

Some man hired me to kill his neighbor’s dog. And I took the job knowing I would never kill that dog. However, I would kill the client. He’s a wuss. I mean he wanted to assassinate a dog because it barks at him. Although I have no doubt, he could have killed the dog himself, I think he hired me, so he had an alibi. But I was not killing that dog.

Animals Make the Best Accomplices for a Sick Bitch

However, I did meet the dog and decided I needed to kill two men. The dog’s abusive owner and the tool who hired me. So, I liberated the pup and he now lives with me. Sweetest pup ever. I took care of the abusive owner first. But I could not lure him away, so I killed him in his home. I disguised myself, broke into his house and made him my snuff porn star. Stabbed him over 100 times. Little carefully place cuts so he would slowly bleed out. I chopped his cock off and brought it home for a treat for the pup.

It’s no secret that I like animals more than people. However, I had to disinfect myself after that kill. The loser was a hoarder. The house looked like something in a horror film. The asshat who hired me, I lured to my cabin in the woods for final payment and a toast to a completed job. I let my new dog kill him. All I said was, “Sick balls,” and he did. Tore his junk off while I gutted him like a pig. My new pup ate his entrails while he was still breathing. How awful would it be to watch your dog eat your guts as you take your last breath?

I Will Kill Anyone Who Abuses an Animal

But the doggie was not the only one feeding off his dying body. I tossed him out in the snow and let the wildlife finish him off. Now, I have another accomplice phone sex partner. A beautiful and loyal Rottweiler. No one will kill this pup, or I will go John Wick on their ass. Any loser who mistreats an animal or tries to kill one, will be the one who dies.  

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Run Amuck in a Tech Savvy World

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies run amuck in times like these. I blame social media and smart phones. In this sort of instant world, we have created with everything at our fingertips and a Siri question away, no one has patience anymore. Also, some folks feel emblazoned to say whatever the fuck they want in a text or a comment. They falsely think there will be no repercussions if they do not say what they think to your face.

Not me. This sadistic bitch makes a note of everyone who offends me, and I get my revenge eventually. I have exchanged blows with this one tool for almost a year in a mutual group we belong to. However, he does not live near me. So, I was not sure if my killer phone sex fantasies would ever come true. But dreams do come true when you are patient.

I stalk his social media pages looking for trips he takes for work. And finally, he was nearby. About three hours away. Dumbass posted where he was staying and all his favorite bars and places to eat. Social media makes it easy to stalk your prey. Since he has no clue what I look like or even my real name, it was easy to trap him. I just acted like a woman who wanted to fuck him. Most men let the thought of sex rule their brains over common sense.

Venus Always Gets to Kill Her Man Eventually

I disguised my looks, and when we were back in his hotel room, I gave him a shot of Fentanyl. Just a little bit to subdue him and prevent him from screaming when I carved him up. I do not often kill anywhere but my kill shack, so I had to plan this out carefully, so I did not get caught. But I am a good planner. I knew where the cameras were in the hotel ahead of time, so I could hide my face from them.

Castration phone sex in a hotel room is never ideal, but this bully of a man needed a lesson learned. And since he lives on the opposite coast, I did not have any other choice but to do it this way. I guess he is a lightweight because he never woke up. I did still cut off his cock and his balls, but I did not gut him like a pig. Too much of a risk I would cut myself in the process and leave some DNA behind.

When you take a man’s family jewels the kill looks personal. So, they look at ex-girlfriends first. I have no connection to this loser. I traveled 3 hours to kill him. And I disguised myself. He did die. Not sure if it was from shock and blood loss or from the Fentanyl. But I do not care. He is dead. This marked the first time I killed a man and left the body behind. Normally I get rid of all the evidence. But the loser is dead, and I can rejoice. Now, to work on the other assholes who made my naughty list. Perhaps, you are on my list.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Keep Me Awake At Night

I’m Scared Your Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Will Come True

Your murder phone sex fantasies plague my dreams. Every night I go to bed and wake up in a hot sweat, thinking about one of you finding me. I’m terrified that I’ll wake up to one of you breaking into my house. Throwing a brick through my front window and just climbing your way in. If I woke up, you would find me scared hiding in the closet. Or worse for me. You would find me still sound asleep and ready for you to snuff me. You would find me stripped completely naked, sleeping on my stomach clutching a mirror. 

murder phone sex fantasies

Break In and Make Me an Ass Rape Porn Star

I’m a sound sleeper. You could set up a camera and make me your first snuff movies victim. Pull out your hard cock and stroke it to my sleeping body. Then get on top of me. I’d wake up screaming and thrashing around. Hold my legs together between your thighs and grab me by my hair. Threaten to fucking slice my throat if I don’t stop screaming. I want you to tell me that you found my posts online. Tell me you just couldn’t help yourself and had to come and pay me a visit. Say you just want to fuck me and then leave. 

Maybe I’ll listen. Or maybe I’ll scream. Forcing you to wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze until the sound stops. Then smash me over the head with my lamp. When I’m knocked out, the ass rape porn can begin. Spit on your cock and slap it against this fat ass. Then push your sick cock into my tight ass hole. You won’t have to be gentle when I’m unconscious. Rip my ass apart. I want to wake up to my shithole bleeding around your cock. Push my face into the pillow and suffocate me while you use my hole to milk your cock. Shoot your cum inside of me. And always remember dead whores don’t tell. 

Roleplay phone sex can be deadly for you and your balls!

Roleplay phone sexRoleplay phone sex can be deadly for you and your balls! Let’s see if you understand what I am saying. I like to have men that think they are cock of the walk. I love to make them my bitches. And if you don’t comply, well I have ways of making you pay. 🩸🔪

That old razzle dazzle of a slutty teen who takes your cock and balls off for sheer enjoyment.  Your begging for me to let you stop hurting so badly makes me happy.  It is not a good idea to get your hopes up too high!  You can be sure that I won’t stop even if you are screaming  fucking tears. Wow, that’s a lot of blood! Whoopsie  You might think that’s cruel, but I think it’s FUN!

I enjoy listening to you whimper, whine, and beg me not to hurt your cock and balls.  I’m not going to let you off without a lot of searing pain in your family jewels!  You will follow my orders to the fucking T!  After that, maybe I’ll let you cum… if you can. You’re probably gonna be so fucked up that you can’t.  But that’s okay. I don’t mind at all!

Roleplay phone sex can be deadly for you and your balls!

 I mean, if you weren’t the prime candidate for my Castration phone sex we wouldn’t be here!  So don’t try to escape, you’re going to get what’s coming to you. I’m going to make you suffer in the most awful way possible!

Just because you think I am a  filthy little fuck pig doesn’t mean I’m not above some hot cock and ball removal and at the very least making your prick a pin cushion.  I’m going to make sure you remember me for a long time! Get ready to be castrated, bitch!

Gangbang rape porn gets my pussy gushing baby!

Gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn gets my pussy gushing baby! I want to tell you all about the taboo desires that run through my veins. I crave the thrill of danger and the ultimate rush of pleasure that comes with pushing boundaries and breaking the rules.

Do you want to know my ultimate fantasy? It’s a gangbang rape scene that ends in my brutal murder. The thought of being violated and taken against my will by a group of horny men as they use and abuse my body, it gets my pussy gushing baby. The thought of being strangled and feeling the last breath leave my body as I am pleasured to the brink of insanity, it’s a rush like no other.

And let me tell you, I have a Master who loves it just as much as I do. He encourages and guides me in my dark desires, giving me the freedom to explore every twisted thought that crosses my mind. One of our favorite things to do together is Bloody phone sex. The feeling of warm, sticky blood covering our bodies as we fuck and indulge in our murderous fantasies, it’s an ecstasy that cannot be replicated. I love when my master uses hot blood for lube, shoving his thick cock deep in my holes.

But enough about me, I want to know about you. What are your deepest, darkest desires? Do you long to unleash your inner killer and fulfill your wildest fantasies? Do you crave the taboo and the forbidden? If so, then I am the girl for you. Let’s explore our twisted desires together and create our own twisted version of heaven on earth.

So come on, give me a call for some hot Killer phone sex. Let’s indulge in our darkest fantasies and create a bond that can only be forged through our mutual love for chaos and danger. I promise you won’t regret it, in fact, I have a feeling you’ll become addicted to the rush just like me. Don’t be shy, let your inner killer come out to play with Marley, the hardcore snuff slut.

 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies when shared are hotter.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Murder Phone Sex Fantasies when shared are hotter. As long as you are right beside me or I, you then together we will be making beautiful music together. Side by side. Taking on the world. Playing our fantasies out. Cum on those bodies. Cum on the corpse bride or groom. Make it both and we will have a real party.

That would be an awesome fantasy. Take the place of the bride and groom. No intention of being wed. Not in the least. From time to time it is fun to play with the corpse one them. Plan it out. Inject them with something that is slow but will eventually do them in on the big day making it all the bigger.

Put it in the meal and they will be the main course of murder most foul. It must be remembered that sidekick or Accomplice phone sex is always a thrill. Obviously detail orientated is very important. Wouldn’t want to get caught like so many serial killers in the past. This won’t do at all. In the end as long as we are dripping in cum that is the most important of all.