Category: Knife play phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies are Not Just for Men

violent phone sexMen do not corner the market on violent phone sex fantasies. I know for me, revenge fantasies coarse through my veins. Slowly, but surely, I have been working through the trauma of my youth one man like daddy at a time.

Although I have failed to get revenge on my father yet, I have castrated and killed a few of his cronies that I ran into by chance. Let me tell you, before you abuse a woman you better get one thing straight. She will never forget what you did to her. And revenge might not be instant. But that karma will find you.

Recently, I encountered a man who reminded me just like my father. And his daughter works at the strip club. And after I confronted her about the bruises on her body, she told me that her father pimps her out and abuses her. Not on my watch. So, I decided to help this girl, so she didn’t go to prison or worse, end up dead.

She didn’t ask for accomplice phone sex. But I gave it to her for free. I could channel my anger for my own father while helping this girl out at the same time. Freeing her from the fear I live with that daddy will find me and kill me. Even though my father would be in his 60s and I could probably whoop his ass, his girl’s father is in his 40s and still seems strong.

Men, Karma Catches Up to You When You Fuck with the Wrong Woman

So, I set him up. His daughter introduced us, and I made him think I wanted to fuck him. But I wanted to kill him. Take out my top dancer’s bully so she could thrive and keep her money. So, the other night, I let him think he slipped something into my drink because that’s what he does. I don’t think he likes fucking unless he’s forcing himself on a woman one way or another. But my past only made me stronger. And smarter. So, I anticipated his moves.

And the moment he tried to thrust his cock into me when he believed me unconscious, I sliced off his dick. His blood sprayed my face. Warm, hot, sticky blood covered my blonde hair and my big boobs. He tried to choke me, but eventually, he became too weak from shock.

I let him bleed out for as long as I could, and then I slit his throat. He never actually fucked me so my DNA will not appear on his body. It’ll look like he just picked up the wrong whore and she robbed him. I trashed his place. Stole his gun, his expensive watches and everything else he bought on his daughters dime. And I buried it somewhere it will never be found.

I’m smart enough to know that if I tried to pawn his stuff that would trace back to me or her. I liberated her. And in a way I liberated myself with some really fucking hot revenge killer sex. Like I said man. Karma will come for you eventually.

Snuff Movies Need Evil Bitches Like Me Behind the Camera

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. But often I find myself angry because I can tell they’re fake. I think they provide a little Easter egg suggesting the movie is fake to keep the feds away. No Easter eggs when I make a snuff flick. But the films I make never get mass-produced because I keep them for my viewing pleasure only. Or perhaps like this weekend for somebody else’s pleasure.

Recently, I met a young girl who reminds me of me at that age. She seems dark and demented already. But she requires a little guidance because she lacks impulse control. I’m the perfect teacher for young sadistic bitches like her. My grandpa served as my mentor. And he kept me out of prison. His teachings keep me out of prison still. So now, I pass my knowledge along. I want to help young girls with potential.

She came to me for guidance. Asked me how she could take care of her bully. And I know a thing or two about that. My first victim, the murder my grandpa covered up, was my one and only impulse kill. I stabbed my bully. The girl who made my life hell remains a missing person’s case to this day. No one ever found her body. However, that’s because grandpa put her into the wood chipper like 20 some years ago.

My Eye for Evil Talent is Strong

So, I told her we should make a snuff porn with him and torture him. I took the risk for her and lured the boy away. And it seemed like a cakewalk. Once I got into my dungeon, I tied him to a table. I have an old morgue slab I use as a torture table. Stainless steel wipes away all the blood easily. When this boy saw her, he pissed himself in fear. And that told me he knew he done her wrong. So, I told her he deserved death and to not feel any remorse for her actions. I handed her a knife, and she carved up his dick and his balls without hesitation. She savored every cut.

Perhaps you could say, I possess an eye for evil talent. And she did not really need my guidance. But she needed my help bringing him to my dungeon and disposing of his body properly. I made sure to protect her. In a way I guess you could say I served as her accomplice phone sex partner. I knew she had potential. This teen girl might out kill me. She has a taste for torture now. And I’m only going to help her with that thirst with more kills.

Evil Phone Sex Whore Cora

Evil Phone Sex

Nothing Cora loves more than some Evil Phone Sex.

Want to be put on your knees and be forced to beg for mercy?

Want to be left with tears in your eyes from all the pain she is going to administer to you? 

Want to be left second guessing your decisions? 

But what if Cora took it further? 

What if she held a knife to your sack as she sucks on the tip?

What if she sat on your face so hard she’s practically suffocating you, making you gasp for air?

What if she strangled you while riding your hard cock, turning your face blue? 

Would you be a pussy and ask her to stop?

Do you think you are capable of handling the torture she would want to give you? Would you take it all with a smile like a Good Boy? You think you can take all this? Baby, you’ll be begging for a timeout. 

I dare you to see if you can keep up with the wicked, sinful and perfectly evil Cora. 

 

I want to take of your Flesh, Consuming You Whole

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Calling All Vore Whores Like Myself. Cannibalism Phone Sex is as extreme and weirdly fucking hot. Last night I talked with a guy that wanted me to eat him, from his toes up. So Of Course I had fun with it.

I drugged him up pretty good, and stripped his ass naked. Placed his sexy fucking naked ass on a table. Got all kinds of shiny, sharp, pretty tools. Such as a scalpel, box cutter, machete, saws all, filet knife and of course you can’t go wrong with a hand saw. Toes first, hmmm. I could bite those little piggies off. Just chomp them right off, like biting a fucking celery stalk. I bet the bone would crunch so nice.

He woke up at the first initial Bite, on his big toe. The scream he let loose was like an animal in agony. The decibel to which he hit, made me so wet. So I kept biting. I would Bite and chew him up. Gnashing and smashing him with my teeth. Grinding my Molars, and then spitting his blood and plasma back in his face.

I went straight from toes to cock, I didn’t want him to blow his load while I was chomping down on a shin bone, that doesn’t seem fitting does it? No, not to me either. So i took the scalpel and carefully removed his hard cock and swollen balls in one unit.  Homemade Castration done so twistedly right. Call me a Sick Bitch, Call Me a Psycho… all terms of fucking endearment.

Whole

The entire time, he screamed and writhed in pain. My giggle drove him mad. How could I be such a sadistic little bitch? I guess getting killed, tortured, maimed and assaulted nightly, has kind of turned me into a bit of a monster.

Toying with my new blood covered bestie, I brought his cock and balls right up to his face, dangled it over him, and made him watch me deepthroat it. Knowing he would never feel the pleasure of feeling, because I tore all the nerves, slicing it off of him. As He screamed, I forced that fucker down his throat.

“See how good you taste, why wouldn’t I want to Consume you…”

Then I proceeded to fork and knife my home made hard cock dildo. Smacking and slurping as I chewed him up and swallowed him fucking whole.

Oh Don’t worry, I got to use all my pretty tools on the rest of him. But if you are interested in finding out exactly what I did. Curiousity  is gonna have to kill the cat, call me mother fucker….

Snuff Phone Sex Never Bores Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never bore me. And I think that’s because I enjoy being a sick bitch. The kind of bitch you don’t want to fuck over. And the kind of bitch you never try to dominate either. I make it very clear in my blocks in my profile that I’m not the kind of woman who Does traditional fuck calls. In fact, I almost never fuck a caller. My sexual gratification comes from torture and murder.

If I am castrating, you or snuffing you, you will never have a chance to fuck me. But then, even when I’m just your accomplice, you don’t have much of a prayer for that either. But let’s be clear here you serve only one of two roles with me. My victim or my accomplice. Although I have no problem with you, beating your worthless meat don’t expect me to give you head or let you anywhere near my pussy. Unless of course, I’m smothering you to death you see my pussy as a suffocation device.

Yet every damn day I need to kill my accomplice because he does not listen to my rules. Why is it that man have such an inability to retain information. Do they think this is just an act and that I don’t really mean it when I explain the rules of accomplice phone sex to them. Personally, I think men just think with their dicks, which is another argument for why they shouldn’t have them. I figure if you don’t listen to what I have to say you’re not gonna listen to any woman. So I might as well put you out of our misery early on.

Men Should Never Think with Their Cocks with Me

Richard found out that I meant business recently. He didn’t read the fine print of our agreement even though I verbally went over it on the phone with him. When we met, he told me the girl he wanted assistance and kidnapping and torturing. Seems like a simple gig. And it would’ve been a simple gig if Richard had not let his hormones get in the way. Suddenly, he decided he didn’t want to pay me the money and he wanted to fuck me instead. And when I told him absolutely not if he was the last man on earth, he tried to force himself on me. When were these idiots ever learn.

Once his cock made an appearance, so did the knife that I keep strapped to my inner thigh. Without missing a beat, I sliced his cock off with such force. It flew across the room and landed and the dog bowl. I gave my hound from hell a nice treat. Sure I could’ve taken his balls to the complete castration phone sex, but he’ll never fuck so I didn’t really see the purpose of taking his balls too. The man no longer has cock. And they’re not gonna find this dick in a field somewhere to reattach. My dog shit his cock out this morning.

You are My Accomplice or My Victim, But Never My Lover

Has rich late curled up in a ball in his own blood and vomit. I kicked him a few times to make it hurt even more. Then I spit on him. And I reminded him this was all his doing. I gave him clear cut rules for a partnership and he chose to One neglect those rules and two try to not pay me. Also he’s lucky he’s still breathing. And trust me, I thought about killing him because I’ve certainly killed men for less. But when it comes to castration and cock mutilation, I like them to live with the constant reminder That their stupidity has long lasting consequences.

So tell me, loser. Will you follow my instructions and agree to my rules while you lose your cock and maybe your balls too?

Kill The Bitch

Killer phone sex A Killer phone sex call, a set of young whores in training, all kinds of objects to molest their hairless plump cunts makes for a great night, we are going to act out one of our kinkiest fantasies yet. I got the little bitches high as fuck off of some dope, undressed them laid them out on the bed, when you come in I strip you naked, your meaty member is rock hard, as I spread one of the tramp’s legs wide open, her pretty little pussy pops out, so tiny and wet, her hole so small, sticking two of my fingers inside to get her all wet and ready for you, stroking your dick as you watch me work that pussy, bring that thick dick here, shove it in this sluts fuck hole, let me watch you hammer her fucking hole while I prepare your next victim. This time I will use a large dildo to bust that pussy open for you, screams fill the room as I brutally assault her split, her screams are turning you on so much, Pulling my knife out my bag, running the blade down your fuck dolls spine as you fuck her deep, just as you’re about to cum I pull her head back and slice her fucking throat, blood squirting out of her throat as your cum squirts in her now lifeless body, Now for victim number two how are we going to off this whore. 

I’ll Be Your Dirty Accomplice And Help You Snuff My Stupid Mom

Snuff Phone Sex

Snuff phone sex has always made my pussy wet those murder phone sex fantasies are just so sexy. let me tell you about an accomplice murder fantasy I have.  I imagine you and I meet up one night and pull my sleeping mom out of bed.. she starts screaming and yelling at us and you shut her up by shoving your cock down her whore throat i grab her head and bounce her head up and down your cock like a flesh light. We force her to take every inch and make her lick your balls then we lay her on her back and i hammer her hands down on the table she screams loudly as you ram into her dry pussy.

Snuff Porn

I start cutting off her fingers and stabbing her chest and stomach while you fuck her brutally. She’s crying and begging us to stop but we don’t my gothic teen pussy is getting off from this snuff phone sex fantasy. You cum in her bloody cunt and i fuck her pussy with a knife and watch her as she dies then suck off the blood from you fat cock and tell you we can do my sweet little sister next and laugh.

Bloody Phone Sex October is Almost Over, But I Plan to Still Kill

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex October is nearing its end. And that makes me sad. But I can continue my murderous spree anytime. It doesn’t need to be only in the month of October. I kill and torture any day of the year. However, in October, I just kill more. Plus, I kill more randomly. By that I mean, opportunity, not necessarily revenge or to make a statement.

Although I do prefer to kill with a purpose, I have been known to kill somebody out of convenience. And last night, the person who enraged me suddenly disappeared in the bar. And I looked for her. She must’ve sneaked out the back. Perhaps she knew I intended her harm. This little twat spilled a drink on me and made some snide comment. And I even acted on my best behavior, but the little bitch still had an attitude. She insisted I buy her another drink since she spilled her drink on me while walking through a crowded bar texting. Not my fault.

I decided she deserved a snuff sex death. However, when I lost her in the crowd, I took all my rage out on another girl. A cute coed. But now a dead coed. I don’t often partake in rage kills. By that I mean, I rarely kill somebody as a surrogate for the person I want to kill. But this one bitch filled me with so much rage that I selected a girl who looked like her. I drugged this girl. And when the drugs kicked in, I told her I saw somebody roofie her drink. So, I took her home to keep her safe. But no one feels safe with me.

Sometimes, We Must Kill a Surrogate for Our Rage

Once we entered my home, I started stabbing her and gutting her like a pig. She seemed half out of it from the drugs, so she did not fight me much. I made a bloody mess. But that does seem fitting for bloody October. She took a while to die. Even with her intestines on the floor and blood spurting everywhere, she continued to breathe. And I know I could’ve slit her throat and put her out of her misery because that’s a quick death. But it aroused me watching her fight. Although we both knew she could not stuff her insides back into her stomach and live, she still tried.

And then she took her last breath. I must’ve stabbed her over 100 times. But no doubt the wound that killed her resulted when I stabbed her belly button and sliced her up to her sternum. That’s when her entrails fell out of her body. I made a great snuff porn, but sadly, I never caught it on film. That’s because I did not plan this kill. But the death still felt satisfying. Because I pictured this surrogate dead girl as the bitch from the bar who spilled a drink on me.

I made lemonade from lemons last night. Perhaps I will see the girl I really wanted to kill again sometime. But next time I won’t need a surrogate because I’m going to kill that fucking cunt. But until I find her, perhaps you and I can carve up some bitch together. Like I said, I don’t care if it’s October or July, I can murder anytime.

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Killer Phone Sex Revenge Feels So Satisfying

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex night. What about you? Honestly, I just went out to have a drink. It’s been a long rough week, and I thought I would treat myself. But fate had other plans for me. I ran into one of my father’s cronies. A guy who routinely forced himself on me when as a very young girl. And this man I’ve searched for but never lucked out until last night in some random dive bar in the next county over. I found the devil himself drinking Budweiser at the bar.

I knew he would not remember me. At least not the way I look now. Last time he saw me, I did not have these gorgeous tits. I felt like the universe wanted me to kill Darren. Why else would we cross paths. I went to a bar I never go to in a different county from where I live because I saw an auto mechanic 45 minutes away who recommended this bar. The things that needed to occur to put us in the same space felt like fate.

Since the mechanic’s recommendation led to the death of the man who made my life hell for a decade, he will now be my mechanic of choice despite the distance. Although I know there’s no way he knew, I went to the bar thinking perhaps this mechanic wanted to see me outside of his car shop. But he wasn’t there. However, I found Darren and that made up for not getting fucked by a hot mechanic.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

I roofied my former tormentor, my dad‘s best friend Darren. The first man to ever fist my ass. And once he did, my dad and all his friends did too. His sick little torture sex games with a young schoolgirl inspired my father to do the same thing to me. And we all know a leopard does not change his spots. So, I killed him not only for revenge, but to protect future girls like me from his evilness.

And he seemed easy to kill. The drugs helped. But once I tied him to the bed, I told him who I was. And he looked like he had seen a ghost. And I could see the wheels turning in his head. But he could not come up with anything to say. However, he couldn’t say anything because even if he felt regretful, I planned on killing him. Men say anything to get out of trouble. And they say anything to keep their dicks attached to their bodies too.

He saw my big knife, and he knew what I planned for him. Not simple castration. That felt too good for him. Although I do enjoy castration phone sex I wanted to take the entire cock off his body. Without that he could not hurt another girl again. He wouldn’t need his dick in hell anyway because hopefully perverts just like him will make him their bitch boy.

I loved listening to him scream and plead for mercy just like I did as a little girl. I rescued myself. But nobody rescued this pervert. Because he’s floating in the lake somewhere dead with his severed cock in his mouth serving as fish food. Revenge feels so good.