Tag: Bloody Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.

Sex with dead bodies is what gets sadistic pcocks off

My uncle loves having Sex with dead bodies. He would torture little bodies until they went limp. As his accomplice I was forced to help him tie their little bodies, after we undressed them. “Rip her panties off” my uncle says sternly. If I don’t do what my uncle wants, I get punished. That’s why I rather him take his anger and torture needs on someone else. After she was naked, he tied her up and laid her on her belly. “Spread her legs” he said as he pulled his big cock out.

Then he stuffed her panties in her mouth, before ramming his cock deep in her little slut ass. Her eyes got big as you ripped her little butthole open. She tried to scream, but it didn’t matter. Her panties muffled any sound. Crying and scream only makes my uncles pcock harder. Which only will make him fuck rougher. As he pounds her ass, her little body shakes all over. She looks like a fake fuck doll that has been used part expiration. Her little body can’t fight back, even if she wanted to. The smell of blood is in the air. My uncle just moans and gucks harder.

Sex with dead bodies

He raps his hands around her neck and squeezes down hard. It is like the less she can breathe the tighter her asshole gets around my uncle’s big fat cock. “Fuck this bitch is really gripping my cock” my uncle grunts as he continues to squeeze her neck. Her little eyes are popping out of her face, and she is all red. I can tell it won’t be much longer before she goes limp. All the Torture sex to her little asshole and strangulation she was taking was too much. My uncle balls tighten up as her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. She was snuffed, her body was fully limp.

“That’s it milk me little fuck puppet,” you moan as you start to fill her little ass with all your thick cum. But my uncle wasn’t done his cock stayed hard. Especially since she was limo like a noddle. I watched as he rammed his bloody dirt cock into her cunt. There was no sound that came out of her. Her blank eyes just looked up to the ski as my uncle started pumping her cunt. “She is still warm and wet” my unc moaned as he pounded her young bald cunty. “Fuck she is going to get every drop” he moans as he sprays a load in her cunt too. My uncle fucked her little body until she started to stink and that is when we had to figure out what to do with her snuffed body.

Snuff Movies Made During Killtober are The Best

I make more snuff movies in October than any other month in a year. Killtober, I call it. Part of my 31 days of horror. But I enjoy making snuff flicks. It preserves my work and keeps every kill fresh in my mind. Some of my films I make for clients who hire me on the dark net. And others I make for my own private collection.

snuff moviesAlthough, I know folks consider it risky filming a crime, I am a smart sadistic bitch. I never film with my cell phone or anything that gets uploaded to the cloud or anywhere. Because I am smart and seasoned in the art of murder, I only use home video cameras. The old kind from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Back before the Cloud or the Internet.

Killtober is My Favorite Time of the Year

The cops or the feds never need to see the snuff porn if the filmmaker uses their head. And I always am cautious. I have close to 500 snuff flicks in my private collection. And I will have 500 more before I die. The one I made over the weekend might be one of my favorites. I killed two birds with one stone. Okay, two people with one knife. My beef was with the man. And I did not know his ex-wife came over earlier that night.

This guy cut me off on the road, then rolled down the window and cussed me out. His fault not my fault. And because I watched him do the same thing to a few more drivers, I decided he needed to die for the safety of all drivers. Easy to get an address with a license plate number. Once, I had that, I broke into his house with the intent of castrating him then killing him. I enjoy cock and ball torture sex. But it just serves as foreplay to me.

I Love Killing Two Fucktards for the Price of One

As I had him tied up naked on his bed, a crazed woman came in with a knife. Sort of like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Not sure if she wanted to kill me or him. But when he saw her, the look on his face told me he did not know who the target was either. So, as she lunged at me, I turned around swiftly and sliced her open. Her entrails fell out as she landed on top of my intended victim. I leaped out of the way quickly as I saw her falling on the bed.

She bled out on top of my victim. His muffled cries told me she might be smothering him to death. And I got this all on camera too. Her guts spilling out and everything. But to make sure my intended victim died, I got a broom handle and carved it with my knife to create a spear. Then I stabbed them both. Drove that handmade spear through both bodies. And through the mattress too. Under the bed was a sea of guts and blood. The scene I created felt like something out of an 80s horror movie. And that seemed very fitting for Killtober. I love it when I get to kill two fucktards at once.

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps Find You Young Fuck Meat

killer phone sexI enjoy killer phone sex calls. But I prefer to be the accomplice and not the victim anymore. However, as a switch I do go both ways. Sometimes, I meet a kinky pervert at the strip club. John comes to the club once a week. Big tipper. Likes to cum on my tits in the VIP room. Last week, he asked me how much money I needed to live happily ever after. And I thought perhaps, this was a fantasy question. So, I tossed out a number. Then he asked what I would be willing to do for it.

I should have known he was feeling me out. So, I told him just about anything that did not involve animals or shit. And he said what about kidnapping a young girl for his rape phone sex fantasies. My eyes lit up because I am no stranger to such accomplice jobs. But I was a stranger to the amount of money he offered me. Wow. More money than a few men combined have paid me to help them violate young girls.

Maybe he was joking, but when I went back to his place, I saw huge stacks of money. What did this guy do for a living. He comes into the club looking like your average guy. Even drives a normal car. I thought perhaps he sells drugs or maybe he was in the mob. But I knew it was rare to have that much cash laying around your house. But I did not ask questions. Not my place.

I Can Be Your Accomplice and Help You Get a Young Girl to Fuck

But I took the money and did the job. Found him the perfect young piece of meat. Young girls might be the dumbest things around. They always trust me. Sometimes, I must use chloroform, but most girls hold my had as I lead them to their torture or death. I brought her right to my client’s penthouse suite. It surprised me that he planned on fucking this angel in his own place.

I ripped her clothes off, shoved a ball gag in her mouth to muffled her cries and screams. And I turned on some music. No one on his floor. He owns the entire top floor. Still had no clue what he did for a living. But curiosity killed the cat, so I kept my mouth shut and helped him make a teen rape porn with this little fuck meat doll. And I cleaned up her bloody cunt with my mouth.

I thought he would kill the girl, but he kept her for his fuck doll collection.  He seemed like a man just like my former master. Keep a young fuck doll until she ages out. Maybe, I can help you find a tender morsel to fuck too?

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Killer Phone Sex Victim Bleeds Out During Snuff Sex

killer phone sexNothing gets the heart pumping in my pussy like killer phone sex. My heart felt like it was going to explode. All the adrenaline was going to my clit while I ran. You were behind me with a knife. I got to the front door as soon as you caught me. You grabbed my arm and threw me on the floor. I was completely fucking naked, so there was nothing to pad my fall. You climbed on top of me and slammed my head into the ground until I passed out. 

I Knew I Wouldn’t Survive The Night

I woke up on my face. There was a burning pain in my ass and cunt. I was lying in a pool of sticky blood leaking from my fucked up holes. I grimaced. Then I heard your boots stepping to me. I tried to crawl away. You climbed on top of me and hauled my ass up in the air. I screamed for you to stop, but I was so light headed. Your cock slammed into my pussy and I screamed. It’s like my screaming made your cock harder. More and more of my blood leaked out of my cunt and leaked all over your cock. 

You fucked my holes so hard so many times I started to get too swollen to fit your dick inside of me. That’s when you decided to fuck me with your knife. The searing pain got worse when you started hitting my cervix. My pussy was being literally torn in half by your cock. I screamed again. The tears started running down my face. You forced me to kiss you. I spit in your face. I shouldn’t have done that. You forced me to look at you while you plunged your knife into my back. You pierced my lungs. I spent my last few breaths being a killer’s cum rag. 

Bloody Phone Sex Just Got Bloodier and More Torturous

bloody phone sexIt would not be Killtober without bloody phone sex. Recently, a caller inspired me to utilize more medieval torture. My grandfather did not just leave me his massive knife collection, but his medieval torture collection too. Some of the pieces are authentic and appraised at a high price. And insured too. But a couple pieces are replicas made to look authentic. All of which now reside in my underground bunker. Or best known as my new kill shack. Have not abandoned my old one yet, but this new one is more convenient.

So, after my phone call, I spoke with a friend who seems to be able to find anything you want or need from young girls to drugs to a medieval rack. But I have always wanted a medieval rack. And he found me one. For a pretty penny, of course. It got delivered yesterday. And it even has fresh blood stains on it. My guess, some one else used it recently for torture sex. Just like I planned to do also.

But who would be my first victim? My need to try this expensive, centuries old torture device, made me less selective. So, the first person to annoy me would win one free torturous death. And that just happened to be some vacuous self-entitled coed cunt who cut in line at my Goth coffee house thinking all the other Goth folks would not check her bad behavior, and when someone did, she went off on an unholy rant. My lucky turned into her last day on earth.

Nothing Better Than a Bloody, Torturous Medieval Death

torture sex

I followed her in my car, cut her off the road, dragged her out of her expensive car that no doubt mommy and daddy bought for her. Luckily, she went down a back road, less traveled. Tossed her in my trunk and drugged her. And she woke up tied to my new rack. Feisty whore. Mouthy too. I put a ball gag in her mouth because I hate those whiny, high pitched bimbo sounds. Once I cranked the rack up, she started screaming. Muffled screams, but at least she was no longer talking.

Honestly, I like to prolong the snuff sex torture for as long as possible so I can achieve maximum pain for my victim and maximum pleasure for me. But her voice and screeching forced me to put her out of my misery. So, she died quickly. At least quickly by my standards. But painfully. My nice new toy ripped her in two. Eviscerated her, leaving her guts on the floor and her  blood on my wall. But nothing a hose and some paint cannot fix.

Necro Fantasy: A Carnival of Depravity

Necrophilia phone sex

 

Hello, perverted pests—your nightmare’s about to unfold.

I’m your sinister host, reveling in the most twisted, taboo desires. If you’re lusting after a good time, look no further—I’ll be your guide into the depths of depravity.Imagine a world where boundaries don’t exist, a realm of carnal freedom. Together, we’ll snatch our victims from the streets, a random selection of unwilling participants.It’s a bloody affair, a gruesome harvest, but necessary for our twisted pleasure. Their screams, a haunting melody, music to my sickened ears.

We’ll push the limits, and then some—a macabre dance with the devil. Their flesh, a canvas for our sinister desires, and the blood, a sticky, iron-rich treat.I’ll describe the pleasure of slicing into tender flesh, the juicy squelching as the knife sinks deep. Imagine the ecstasy of power, of watching their life drain away.And in their final moments, we’ll defile their lifeless bodies, a perverse victorious act. My clit will throb with each brutal stroke, each grunting thrust.

Cum with me, perverts, as we explore the boundaries of sanity. Our victims are mere props, disposable vessels for our sinister needs.No taboos, no limits, just cascading pleasures—a carnal vortex of depraved ecstasy. And in the end, an explosive climax, a macabre flourish.This is the ultimate high, a necro-fantasy realized. Our victims’ souls can’t escape this vile destiny.

So, grasp your swords, my twisted allies, as we embark on this sinister safari.

Let the bloodbath begin!”

Bloody Phone Sex Rampage for Killtober

bloody phone sexKilltober equals bloody phone sex. My Halloween rampage took off earlier this year. Just too many folks need put out of my misery. But I am an equal opportunity killer. Your gender, age, skin color, or size never matters to me. If you act like a tool or a bitch, and you cross my path, I will kill you. And without remorse either. I am sort of an equalizer.

I meet folks who need killed everywhere. And yesterday, I met Bob at the grocery store. Meet might not be the right word. More like encountered. He went off on some old lady cashier for going too slow. Who yells and degrades a grandma? If you cannot control your anger like that or enjoy picking unfair fights so you can win, that makes you a tool. And tools, I find expendable.

As I followed him out to his car, I watched him yell at more people who did nothing wrong but pass him by. I found a snuff porn victim at the grocery store. And I think that might be a first. For his deplorable actions, he lost his cock and his balls. He lost his life too. But I wanted to make him suffer. And I wanted him to know why. I am sure the act I caught at the grocery store was mild compared to what he has done in the past. Folks do not act like bullies just once.

So Many Folks Deserve to Die to Make This World Better

I ran a background check on the license plate of the car he drove off in and determined he did not have a wife. So, likely home alone. Perfect for me because I do not need his DNA in my car or home. But I leave no DNA because I am a smart killer. I caught him by surprise. The loser thought I snuck into his house to fuck him. But I let him think that so I could get his worthless dick out.

When we got to his bedroom, I overpowered him easily and tied him to his bed. The loser thought I just wanted to play kinky games. In a way, I did. I used an elastor on his balls which farmers use for castrating sheep. Once bound and gagged, I read him his rights and mutilated his body. I carved Bully in his chest with a very sharp knife and watched the blood pour out of him. Then I continued the torture sex with his cock. Carved loser on his useless pecker. More blood loss. But I prefer red to all other colors.

I sexually mutilated him before the final cut to the throat made him bleed out on his bed. Normally, I would take his body out of the house and feed it to the wildlife in the woods behind me, but he weighed too much. Dead weight literally. If anyone missed him or discovered his body, it looked like a woman scorned killed him. But they will never know I was the woman. No one ever knows it was me.

Cheap phone sex killer queen less than hired assassins.

Cheap phone sex             Cheap phone sex killer queen less than hired assassins.  Now I have been called a lot of things. Whore is one. I like it. Killer queen bee. It must be remembered that I am super cheap to deal with. All in all, I have no limits, you let me run wild. I will do the snuffing of life. Make it bloody and gory. Revel in it.

            After all, that is what I will do. Get your cock hard. Careful now, I may just decide to take a bite off it. Rip your nuts back and forth like a dog with a bone. Not letting go. Castration is always fun.

            It must be remembered that I am a cheap killer queen that you pay less than hired assassins. I like what I do to. We have covered the Bloody phone sex aspect, the castrations, and finally we will discuss how much of a killer I am.

            Just what are you thinking? You want to be a killer like me? Learn from me for the low cheap price that I am. Be a whore with me in fact. There is nothing that would be stopping us. Together we would be unstoppable.

            In any event my price never changes. It is a very cheap price for a whore that really does like what she does. So much so that it ought to be illegal. But it’s not. Live out that fantasy with me. Be a killer right alongside of me.

            Together forever.