Category: Knife play phone sex

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I was in front of three men telling them why I was the best woman for their movie. The director asked to see my boobs. He wanted to make sure they had some bounce and jiggle because there would be a lot of focus on my boobs. I unveiled my big tits and bounced to show that they jiggle. I was wet. I wanted this gig. It was a violent movie. The studio is known for the most realistic snuff films in the industry. I have waited a decade for an audition. The three men, the director, the lead executioner, and the producer all wanted to feel the goods. They wanted to hear me scream, so I let off a blood curdling scream that a scream queen would have made. I impressed them again and got the part. I started the next day. I quickly found out why their snuff movies are the most popular. They are not all fake. While I was looking for the little girl’s room, I went the wrong way and saw another film being made. I thought it was like the one I was making, but I saw a guy cut off a woman’s arm and blood splattered everywhere. She started convulsing like a woman in shock. Before she stopped convulsing, they took her other arm too. Then a guy gutted her like a wild animal. While she was shaking and convulsing, blood spewed everywhere. No one had seen me yet. This was real. I was not sure if mine was going to be fake or real, but I did not want to hang around and find out. This girl was dismembered, gutted, and fucked while some masked guy filmed it. I love snuff sex, but the simulated kind. I hustled to the bathroom and went out a window. I think if I had stayed for my filming time, I would not be here today. My dark desires are going to get me killed one day.

Torture Sex Upside Down

torture sexSometimes, I deserve torture sex. This was not one of those times. I did nothing wrong. I was minding my own business. I was just  in the wrong place at the wrong time. I witnessed a burglary, but they did not believe me when I said I was too fucked up to know what I saw. Honestly, I had no idea I watched a crime. I was in an alley way getting high. I heard the alarm go off and I saw people get in a van, but I never processed what I saw. I tumbled out from behind the dumpster high as a kite and one of the guys grabbed me and shoved me in the van. They had just robbed a pharmacy of all its Oxy. They did not believe me when I said I was too fucked up to make sense of it. They drove me to their safe house and interrogated me. Each one had on a mask, so how the fuck was I supposed to know who they were? They hung me naked upside down and zapped me with a taser until I was peeing on myself. It quickly became clear that they knew I did not know anything that could identify them. They just wanted to torture me. They were high on oxy at this point and enjoying shocking me. I would convulse and piss myself with every jolt they gave me. After what seemed like an eternity, they cut me down. I was grateful for the ass fucking because it was less painful than the shock treatments I was getting. Eventually, they passed out and I got away. I still never saw their faces. Not like I would ever go to the police anyway. I am a druggy whore. Plus, I know snitches gets stitches.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies

bloody phone sexI have bloody phone sex fantasies. A violent, gory, and painful death is what I deserve. I am a useless whore. I bet you agree too. Look at me. Platinum blonde hair. Big fake boobs. Tramp stamp, tongue and clit rings too. I am a life-sized fuck doll. And I want to be used. Guys ask me all the time what my limits are. None that I have found so far is my standard response. The darker the better. I do accomplice and victim play. Although I have a switch side, I make a much better victim. When I met Taylor at the gym, I thought he was looking to date. He did not scream BDSM master to me. He was cute, and built but polite and unassuming. I wanted him to do violent things to me, but he did not seem the type. I was wrong. He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I did not have to bait him to bring out Dr. Jekyll either. The moment I stepped into his home, he collared and chained me. He told me he knew a good fuck doll when he saw one. My cunt was wet, and he could smell it too. He ripped my clothes off and held a knife to my throat. He told me one false move and he would slit my throat. I never saw this side of him at the gym. He is a gifted chameleon. He commented on my wet pussy and knew I was a pain slut. He carved his initials in my breasts making them bleed. He carved whore across my ass and laughed as I bled. I wanted him to fuck me, but when he did, I got more than I bargained for because he said he would not fuck a diseased bimbo with his cock. Instead, he stabbed my cunt with his knife, shredding my pussy. I think he ruined me for you.

Castration Phone Sex Princess

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Do you know what else a lifelong masochist is good at other than being a victim? We’re hella good at sadism because we know how to dig and slice into your fears and those dark inner cravings that you keep in check. Ok, so not all sadists want to have the tables turned on them. The ones that do want to experience some pain for pain, though? They fall all over themselves to get a piece of my torture. I’ll make you beg me for more, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll take them too, your balls, that is. 

Your pretty blonde princess is going to take your balls from you. The terrified look in your wide eyes while I pull them away from your body will be priceless. I’ll hold your bloodied, mangled manhood in my pretty hand and cackle at your pain. I hope you don’t pass out and miss the fun of me licking up your blood. If you do, I will just bitch slap you with my crimson palm and smear some of your severed balls on your face. I want castration phone sex, pervert, do you? Can you handle my immense cruelty? I wonder.

Sapphic Snuff Sex Slaughter

snuff sex This snuff sex Mistress of evil is from a small town, everybody can tell. I’ve had the same best friend, little Miss Summer Thyme, my whole life! I loved that bitch to death – literally. Little miss Homecoming Queen, Little miss class president, Little miss prom queen. She was the perfect slutty cheerleader, the lead in the musicals; just all over a fucking sweet and wholesome piece of ass! Well, when fucking Summer caught me slaughtering the hogs out behind the shed, she just smiled and played in the blood with me. The way her hands fingered the trendles of blood and gore had me dripping wet! ! I ate her sweet bald cunny out out and made her cum so fucking hard she squealed louder than the hogs!!! She was finger fucking me, I was so close, when she got a smile on her face. “My arm is too tired. I’ll get you later.” She winked, running off all bloody.

sex with dead bodiesFuck that whore, leaving me high and dry! I snuck into her room that night, and dragged her out by the hair. I slaughtered that selfish little bitch on the railroad tracks, and then got an evil grin on my face. I sent a text out to all my filthy Necro fuck friends to meet me by the train bridge. All fifteen showed up, and they ran a train on her body. See if you ever cum again you filthy little bitch. Lots of men love sex with dead bodies and her was a delicious morsel too good to let rot in the sun!

My Turn

Killer phone sexI’m always the obedient accomplice, the observer, the whore…but tonight I want to feed my demons. They crave a taste of blood and I needed to find my first victim, you made it easy for me. Was it the fact that I was barely covered that made you feel I was safe to approach, because I looked easy? Finally looking for my own victim I realize now why my own masters keep me around to be used for bait. You and so many others see me as harmless. A thought that you will regret in just a bit, yes led me to your car. How convenient you parked in the back, I do that too. My hearts pounding as you pulled me into your lap, releasing your cock and rubbing it between my thighs. You comment on how wet I am when you stick your fingers inside me. Mmmm I am wet, as a feel the demon take control. Sliding down on your cock, and being the whore you wanted me to be. Watching as you moan underneath me. Feeling you climax as I reach in my boot as your head goes back as you release your load inside me. Pulling out a small blade I swiftly slashing it across your throat for my climatic moment. The warm blood covering me as I cum listening to your choke on the blood filling your throat and lungs. When finished I step out of the car. Careful not to touch much. I’m not so good at disposal yet so I just grab the gasoline can I stashed nearby and let flames take care of the rest. And carefully slip into the night feeling refreshed and alive.

Willing Prey

He said he was coming for me…he said he had been stalking me for a while and that he new everything about me!

The call started out normal enough…I took his info and rang up the card…but when I came back,

he was different.Taboo Phone Sex

He told me that he loves to destroy filthy little whores like me.

There was anger in his voice when he was describing how he would tie my wrists tight enough to snap them…

how he would split my soft tender skin with the snap of his belt…

the way he planned on removing my skin with his glowing hot knife!

He wanted to hear my scream and beg for my life.

But it wouldn’t matter…he was going to gut me anyway!

And while I lay there.

my eyes wide open, frozen in death while I bleed out…

He was going to fuck my tight cunt until it grew cold and tight

So of course I did what any pain loving whore would do!

I left the door open and a plate of cookies on the end table!

Cannibalism Phone Sex

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is so delicious. This is the perfect time to hunt for your next meal too. Folks still have their winter weight on them. Personally, I love it when a meal is pleasantly plump. Not too fat, not too skinny. I am a skilled hunter. I can look at my potential dinner and know how he or she will taste. Personally, I like my meat natural. No tattoos. No hair dies. No fake tits. A meal tastes better free of dies and preservatives. Once I eye my meal, I like a hunt. Makes the kill more satisfying. I have a meal waiting for me as I type. Female, young flesh. Tender like veal. She is in a cage in my basement drying out. She is not old enough to drink, but she stumbled out of some party too drunk to drive, so I pretended to be her Uber driver. There was not much hunt with this one. It was more luck. I was in the right place at the right time. And I was hungry. I was high and driving around not knowing what I wanted to eat, and she made my tummy rumble. I do not like fermented meat, so she is drying out. I have prepared a bourbon glaze with honey and butter that will mask any residual vodka taste. I have a big pan with chopped veggies and water to prepare her in too. She will take a good day to cook. She is a 140lb bird. She is going to be tasty, however. Very juicy and succulent.  It will be hard not to snack before she is done cooking, but I do not want to ruin my appetite. I will feast for a year on just one little bird. That is unless you want to join me in a meal.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Thing

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my thing. I like to slice and dice. I am called the wicked butcher online and on the dark net. Venus is not my real name, but your probably guessed that. Girls must have some secrets, right? Only my family knows my real name. It is one of the ways I go undetected. I am a ghost. Back to my knives. I castrate. I stab. I cut. I slice. I dice. Sometimes I torture a victim, other times I kill them. My knives are my best friends and the only friends I ever need. I was on a killing spree last night. I was just in a mood. Let me tell you the snowstorm was my accomplice because it made people stuck and prevented them from escaping. It was like 0 degrees last night but there were folks out. I had my dad’s old tow truck as my cover, and I picked up a few different victims. My favorite though was a mom and her cute little girl. What kind of mother drags her angel out in a snowstorm to get booze and cigarettes? Not a mom who deserved to live. They got stuck in the snow, so I offered a lift home with the car in tow. I have many skills and loading a car on a tow is one of them. It was so dark, and the mom was already drunk as a skunk, so no one realized I was taking them to my kill shack. Mom was guzzling her straight vodka in the back. I carried her in the house and punched her, knocking her out. I put her brat in a dog cage. Made her watch while I put her pathetic mother out of her misery. I just stabbed her in the stomach and ripped her open. Gutted her like a pig and watched her bleed out. I swear her organs smelled of liquor. They were fermenting. The daughter was in the cage crying and screaming. I fed mom to the coyotes, then mopped up the floor. The little girl, I am saving for you. You can be my accomplice phone sex partner because I know you have a thought or two about what we can do to her.

Knife play phone sex slut

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I was sitting on my bed, in my dorm room when the door slowly creaked open. I stood frozen in panic, in nothing but a tank top and g string panties as a strange man walked in. As he turned to lock the door, I caught sight of a big, sharp knife in his hand. He pushed me back onto my bed and told me that I better not try to fight back. He slid the blade down my body, slicing my panties off. He lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath. He pressed the blade into my throat and told me that he was going to force fuck my brains out. He then told me that I better beg, plead and pray if I wanted my pathetic life spared. I don’t think he realized that the dorm he had broken into belonged to a twisted, evil knife play phone sex whore. I was more than ready to be his snuff slut for the evening. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I begged him to stab that blade into my throat instead of begging for my life. He wrapped my sliced up g-string around my throat and started to strangle me with it as he was jamming his cock into my asshole. As I began to lose consciousness I could feel his hard dick dumping cum into me. He pulled the fabric tighter and watched as my face turned pale blue and then deep purple. When he felt my body go limp, he dropped me on my face and left to find his next victim. I wasn’t the first and I won’t be his last…