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I Never Thought You Would Stab Me In the Back!

Knife play phone sex

I thought we were both having fun. We had victims galore, young clueless girls who didn’t know that not all strangers were helpful and nice. They saw that I was young like them and didn’t have any reservations when I wanted to take them to a secondary location. Once we got them inside, it was over for them. We tied them up or let them run around the house. No matter what, you always ended up skinning one of them and stabbing them to death. When you would let me, I would stun them and slice their throats so they can bleed out like a pig. Now that we haven’t had any good catches lately, you have been moving your gaze towards me. You don’t care that I was your lead to find young girls. You have an urge and you need to fulfill it. That’s why I’m in the chair where I have tied countless girls before, scared to see whether you will skin my face or my tits first.

Knife Play Phone Sex: My Brother’s Fetish…

Knife Play Phone SexMy brother is the one who got me addicted to knife play phone sex and stocking fucking! My brother has a thing for my stocking covered cunny and I know that’s what started my knife play phone sex fascination. He always found a way to get me alone after church to molest my little twat by sticking his hand in my stockings. Mom and dad would be busy talking with church elders and he would be busy fingering me between my stockings and my cotton panties. After mom died and daddy started abusing me, my brother started getting more and more like daddy. He would tell me to sleep in my stockings so he could come in at night and fondle my bald twat, sometimes even sliding his favorite knife against my throat. My brother’s cock would be rock hard against my hose covered ass; I could tell he loved feeling the texture against his naked cock.

One night when I thought I was alone, he came in my room with his knife in hand. I was petrified by the evil in his eyes, I knew I was in for torture sex. My brother took his favorite knife and slit a hole in my stockings, before I could scream, he slid his cock in me. I knew all the stocking play was leading to this, him force fucking my holes and letting his cum leak out into my nude pantyhose. My brother is the reason I’m addicted to knife play phone sex that eventually turns into bloody phone sex full of ass rape porn.

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Snuff Movies Do Not Always Go As Planned with Me as Your Accomplice

snuff moviesI am in the business of making snuff movies. Sometimes, I make them for personal pleasure. Sometimes, I make them because I was paid to make them for someone like you. I enjoy making both. Sometimes, however, like this week, I throw a monkey wrench in a man’s plans because he is the one who should be dead. I am no women’s libber or anything like that. Honestly, I hate most women. I hate most people. I did not like Clint. He was my client. Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way. He was egotistical and a narcissist. He wanted his wife killed because she cheated on him. I have killed someone for less. I rarely look a gift horse in the mouth, but the more I listened to him ramble on about why his wife needed to die, the more annoying he became. All I could think about was making him the star of a snuff porn. When I met the woman who I was hired to kill, she was not surprised to see me in her house. She did plead for her life, but not in a typical way though. She doubled what Clint paid me to kill him instead. She had big brass balls and I sort of liked it. I asked her to tell me the truth about her ex. She confirmed everything I was thinking. Because I liked Tiffany and loathed Clint, I took the same fee that Clint paid me. We staged her death, so I had pictures. I can make some decent deep fakes. Then she came with me to kill Clint. When I arrived at this no tell motel for the rest of my money, Tiffany surprised her husband. The victim was now my accomplice phone sex partner and her husband is now dead. I lent her some of my big ostentatious knives and she slaughtered him as good as I could have. She had lots of rage built up in her. I understood. I knew him less than 24 hours and wanted to kill him. Now, I have a bad ass new friend who is coming into a lot of money, and a tool of a man is dead in a sleazy hotel. You can hire me to kill for you, but I might decide I like your victim more than you. It is a risk you take with me.

Evil Phone Sex With Satanic Goddess Aria Turns Killer!

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When it comes to evil, I’m the best. Let me tell you about a little home invasion incident that took place not too long ago. The results will leave you dead in your tracks. It all started with a woman named Emily.

Now Emily was a barely legal hottie who thought she had the world made. She had tits that would arrive before she entered a room and an ass that wouldn’t quit. So, I decided to play my hand at her and see if my gamble would work. Unfortunately, she turned me down, stating she’s not interested in women.

We all know I am quite different from normal women, so I persisted, and she made a mockery of me in front of everyone. I would not let that stand. So, I decided to follow her home that night and after she went to bed, me and my friend broke into her house.

The next thing she knew she was tied up in her own basement, screaming for help. But help was far out of her reach. I knelt to meet her gaze, horror was written all over her eyes as I drew my knife from her cheek down to one of her perfect tits.

She begged and pleaded with me not to do this, she said she was sorry, but it was too late. My knife was already plunged deep into her pathetic little stone of a heart. Blood spewed out of her mouth as she coughed up some more.

I licked the blade clean then let my friend have his way with her corpse, he fucked the shit out of her. Then he left her filled with his cum and my knife in her heart. Don’t fuck with me, I will fuck with you more. Longing for more details? Give me a call I’ll tell you all about it.

Snuff Porn makes me want to die

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Snuff porn has made me really demented and evil! I often think, is killing and dying really all that bad?  People say I will end up in hell and I really hope that is true! No one understands the lust for death as I do.  Just look at how much serenity my victims have as they take their last breath.

I long for that bliss in my own life.  No more evilness, sadness, or even happiness on their face anymore.  Must be nice to end it all!

They are just there, a lifeless doll that’s empty of feelings, and thoughts… Just gone. All I know is this snuff I watch has me thinking about slicing myself up and letting the blood run down my wrist. I will cut the right way too! No playing here! Not that I haven’t tried before, only to be rushed to the hospital and my life saved. Stupid fucks!

This time I will do it with an evil-ass man who wants to fuck me as I bled out! Sharp razor blades, blood, and big cocks always have been such a turn-on for me. Look at your teen bitch bleeding out under you, isn’t that so hot!

The emptiness in my eyes tells you I am no longer insane or in pain. Just lost in the death moment begging to see what is on the other side! I truly know that sometimes taking the last breath from someone is not always evil! And that sometimes just cutting and bleeding gives you pleasure no one can ever understand. 

* Evil Grin*

Bloody Phone Sex is A Lot of Fun for a Sick Bitch

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is so much fun for a sick bitch like me. Red is my favorite color because I love the look of blood. I especially love the look of blood as it is pouring out of a victim. The blood of a young victim is the best. It is a bright crimson red. It has a sweet smell to it too. You would almost think it is theatrical blood, but the blood of tender age victims is just sweeter than our blood. It becomes addicting, but I am not impulsive or compulsive. That is how I can be a stone cold killer bitch and never get caught. Hell, I am under the radar still. The dark net knows me though. I am a legend of sorts there. But I make sure I change details when I brag about my snuff sex kills. I am smart and methodical above all else. This is how I stay out of prison.

When Harvey hired me, I knew he wanted a young one killed. He has been fucking his stepdaughter for years now, and she has decided she no longer wants to be his victim. She is blackmailing him. He wants her gone. I get it. She is a problem now. I take care of problems for money.  This kill took some finessing. I mean I had to make sure he had an airtight alibi and that when he did, I could easily gain access to the jailbait whore. It took weeks of planning, but the stars aligned yesterday. His stepdaughter was staying with friends because they had no power from a storm that hit recently. He was out of the country with work buddies who could vouch for him. I killed the friend too to look like a random act of violence. I stabbed two innocent angels in their princess beds while the adults slept in a near by room. I made it look like a bloody massacre. It will be blamed on some escaped loony bin patient or some schizophrenic hobo. Harvey’s problem was solved with some accomplice phone sex. Any problems I can solve for you?

Torture Phone Sex: The Death of a Fake Ass Bitch

torture phone sexI love torture phone sex. I am known as an extreme ball buster.  I do not just stomp on balls, I cut them off too. But as much as I love castrating men, I enjoy torturing women too. I take pride in torturing some bimbo Barbie who thinks her shit does not stink. I run into twats daily. Either I see them on Tick Toc or some other social media platform, or I run into them out and about. Jade is a social media influencer. I do not know her personally. She is just some local girl who thinks her shit smells like roses. She is on Tick Tok daily dissing girls like me. She thinks all women should look like her. She is this skinny girl with big fake boobs and she uses so many filters in her post, she looks like a fucking cartoon character. Yet, for all the fake shit she uses to look “feminine” she wants to dis Goth girls like me. Torture sex would not be good enough for this hypocritical cunt. I hunted her down. It was easy to find her since I dressed up, looking very different from my typical Goth look. I acted like a vacuous cunt who was a follower.

I played to her ego, telling her I was fan girl. I spiked her drink and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. It was where she belonged. Tied up, scared and confronted with reality. She is not the queen bee. She does not get to dictate what a woman should look like when she is a fake bitch. I carved out her fake tits first. She bled and cried a lot when I did that. I was just getting started. I carved out the filler in her cheeks and lips. I fucked her cunt and ass with a sharp blade. I destroyed her perfect body. It was not perfect. It was fake. Everything was fake, except for her death. That was a very real snuff porn. One I will watch over and over again because I am tired of fake ass bitches thinking they are better than the rest of us. You have a fake ass bitch in your life? Let’s get rid of her too.

Mutilation Phone Sex: Just A Slice Or Two…

Mutilation Phone SexHe said he wanted some mutilation phone sex fun. That got my pussy wet just thinking about the type of pain the two of us would explore together. However, over the phone just wasn’t enough. The two of us decided we would meet and play in person. After all, I figured it was just a fantasy and we would have a bit of fun. However, I didn’t realize the limits which he was willing to push when we did meet up. He wanted me to be his Mary Vincent. His hitchhiking slut that he would pick up on the side of the road and have his way with. I didn’t think much about it, exhibitionist sex really turns me on. Therefore, when he started down a nearly abandoned road I didn’t think much about that. My young pussy was already beginning to flood my white cotton panties as we drove down the road, with more time between each vehicle that passed. Suddenly he came to a stop and pulled over. I was excited at the thought that I was going to be his dirty little fuck slut. He opened his sliding van door and reached in to grab me out. I pretended to be afraid, pulling and begging him to stop. However, it was a little deterrent, and he chained both of my wrists in the trunk of the van so that he could have his way with me. After about the third fantasy rape, my wrist was going numb and I really begged him to just let me go. However, he pulled out a hatchet and made it clear that I was not going anywhere. He sliced at my arms, chopping one of them off completely. I screamed as he stuffed his hard cock inside my screaming throat. His groans grew louder as blood pooled in the van. Then chop, he removed my other arm as he climaxed, mutilating my body as he came. I cried, my arms now missing as he pushed me over the ledge into a ditch the van was parked next to. He drove off leaving my mutilated body covered in his cum and delight.

Evil phone sex miracles are made with my body

Evil phone sexThe French call the orgasm the little death and I am searching for death both large and small during evil phone sex. My ambitions, my passions, my fun, they’re all past issues that don’t matter anymore the moment I’m under a knife or man’s torture tools. I seek out greater pains, greater vengeful wrath meant towards others that he can make my problem. Just last night I found myself sliced into and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips and threatened to make my life another scarcity. He’d told me if I was too loud he’d slit my throat, and I thought he meant it. I felt an incision at my bloody dream flow just after I let out my blissful gasp. The thing is, I was still alive, I hadn’t been fully carved into oblivion yet. A sign of his cowardice, maybe, but also a sign of his desire to keep me around a little longer to wreck, destroy, and treat to an oblivion of orgasmic bliss. Killer phone sex just doesn’t get better.

His cock was somewhere, I wasn’t fully sure. So many blades having nicked me, cut me, turned me into a whining bitch. I couldn’t feel anything properly anymore. Maybe I’d lost too much blood, maybe I’d lost my mind. Maybe it was his meaty need roughing up my insides down low and pushing me towards an edge I hadn’t known I’d needed. Or maybe that was yet another blade, permanently scarring me and destroying me for other men. The difference wasn’t in what was really happening, it’s what he wanted to happen. I was a slutty torture slave for his whims and needs and nothing was going to change that, not even an idealized realization of the dark abyss knife play phone sex.

Castration Phone Sex is What I Love Because I am a Sadist Not Your GFE

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I am clear about being sadistic. I am not your typical phone sex operator. I am not here to blow your cock or let you fuck me in the ass. I am not here to be your therapist or GFE either. You are my victim or my accomplice. There is no gray area in between. I find men mostly useless to me. Yet every day, I have to whack some guy’s junk off because he cannot read or he cannot listen. You try to fuck me, or you try to spoon me or show me typical affection, I go crazy and not in a good way. Just ask Josh. He thought I would satisfy his Goth girl fetish. Not my job. I am here for dark fantasies not romance. I am a sadist. That is just fact. A sociopath too. I do not care if you good looking and rich. Nor do I care that you paid $2 bucks a minute to get off. There are plenty of women here that do BJ calls or typical fuck calls. This is a snuff phone sex site. If you are looking for love, well you are looking for love in all the wrong places. Josh got castrated with a rusty blade for trying to fuck me. He kept calling me honey and baby, and that kind of puerile talk just pisses me off. I made Josh think I would suck his worthless pecker, and I cut it off instead. The balls too. I had to make a point. I had to emasculate him permanently. I do not care if you pay $1,000 a minute, you are not treating me like your paid whore. I carved Josh up like a side of beef, making sure to inflict the most painful torture sex I could. Josh had to pay for his stupidity. Don’t be like Josh.