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Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill Than Guns

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex always turns me on. Knives remain my best friends. They protect me. And the provide me with so much joy. People who kill with guns, I think are pussies. You just need good aim. And you don’t even need that if you get close to your victim. However, knives require skill. Knives make the fight more even too. Hunters bragging about their kills, I cannot stand. The animal did not stand a chance. They never saw you coming.

I like to look my prey in the eye as I stab them. Never animals though. I would never harm an animal. They make the best accomplices. Since I built my underground torture sex bunker, I rarely visit my kill shack anymore. But I felt nostalgic over the weekend.

My little shack in the woods that my grandfather left me allowed me to practice my knife skills. And allowed me to improve my disposal skills. In that cabin, I discovered that wildlife made the perfect accomplices. They ate my victims.

Knives Require Skill, Patience and Precision

So, this tool I drugged and took to my cabin allowed me to reminisce. My cabin remains off the grid. It served as my grandpa’s fishing cabin and kill shack too. They say the killer gene skips generations. I miss him so much. He taught me everyone I know about murder and torture. And doing both under the radar. No bodies, no crime. This guy I brought to my kill shack sexually assaulted a fellow Goth chick. And I could not let that slide. Hurt one of my own and I kill you.

When he woke up, I had him tied up. I read him his list of crimes, and then carved up his cock and balls. When I told him I thought he deserved castration phone sex, he pissed himself. Although he tried to apologize, nothing he said could make me change my mind. I did not plan on letting him live. But I just enjoy mutilating junk first.

Men get this look of horror on their faces when my knife gets close to their balls. I tortured his worthless cock and balls for hours before I slit his throat and tossed him to the bears and coyotes. Let this be a lesson men. I punish and kill sexual predators. I make the world safer for women.

Castration Phone Sex Bitch Loves to Take Your Balls

castration phone sexFriday nights I reserve for castration phone sex antics. I take ball busting to a new level. I think a man’s balls, as well as his dick, should be viewed as a privilege not an entitlement. And if you cannot use your junk properly, I revoke your privileges. I do not care about the average skank bar whore. However, if men mess with my fellow Goth chicks, or a woman pays me to get revenge on her assailant, I take a man’s balls.

I live in a college town. So, every bar could be considered a college bar. But my Goth bar gets a lot of college boys who think they can spike a Goth girl’s drink, and she will not know it. Most of the girls in this bar do not want anything to do with some clean cut, college boy from the suburbs. But some of those boys do not take no for an answer. And when that happens, I get revenge for the girl in the form of extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Trevor came into my Goth bar, and I watched him spike a girl’s drink. So, I distracted him, and switched her drink with mine. But I did not drink his spiked cocktail. But I did follow him home after he left alone because the girl, he thought he could fuck, never got drugged. I prayed he did not live in a dorm or frat house. Much harder to break in undetected in those places.

If You Cannot Use Your Cock and Balls Properly, I Will Remove Them For You

Bingo. He lives in a studio apartment alone. I followed him in, and he did not even notice until I was in his pad wielding a big knife. He appeared intoxicated just enough to make it easy for me to overpower him. I handcuffed him to a table leg and took his pants off. I read him his list of crimes and told him the punishment would be the loss of his balls. He did not seem too happy. I shoved his boxers in his mouth to shut him up.

I could have sterilized the knife and cauterized the wound, but he deserved a painful ball removal. Once I severed his balls, I removed the boxers from his mouth and shoved his balls in there instead. Carved the name of the girl he tried to assault on his cock. But he won’t be able to explore his rape phone sex fantasies ever again. If he survives of course. He might bleed out handcuffed to his dining room table.

Babysitter phone sex gets super nasty in the dark of night.

            Babysitter phone sex gets super nasty in the dark of night. Down on your fucking knees. Never disobey the babysitter. In fact, the punishment could be dire. As shown above torture is never out of the realm. Don’t think to blackmail me. I do have an accomplice.

            It’s a bloody big knife. Now you may be thinking that’s not a knife. Well, I have news for you. It most surely is. To be sure it is sharp and lethal. Don’t tell mom the babysitters’ dead. You could only dream. In the long run I will be the one doing the snuffing of life.

In fact, Torture sex is on the menu.Babysitter phone sex

            As has been noted, the pain is the pleasure for me at least. Among my many traits I don’t really care about little brats’ feelings. With this in mind, tie them up. As soon as I entered, the parents were gone. The torture begins. Immediately the toys are brought out.

            Unleashing my killer blood lust upon the innocent. Going to fuck ever single one of the little demons. With this in mind I wouldn’t say no to someone coming along and joining in.

            Ultimately the screams wet the pussy. Tingling through the body. Cum right alongside of me. Watch as my pussy squirts. From time to time using a whip on the wet covered bodies.

            Just to hear them scream.

The Snuff sex is orgasmic.

            There is nothing like the screams of agony. A throbbing cock thrusting into the lifeless body. The blade slipped silently to finish them. Blood pounding and draining. In due time the bodies collapse to the ground. To be sure the end is nye.

            In summary never mess with a demonic evil snuff queen like me. To be sure it will be deadly fun especially in the dark of night.

Castration Phone Sex Games Make Me Wet

castration phone sexI am always in the mood for castration phone sex. Sometimes men beg me to remove their old junk. And other times, I do it for free or hire. Last night, Oliver won a free castration from me. A girl hired me to castrate her boss who forced himself on her one night working late in the office. She heard about a woman who does these sorts of jobs for other people.  And she sent me a text on my burner phone.

After talking with her, I decided to not accept my usual fee. This asshole deserved to get his balls removed. And his cock mutilated. Women need to know if a man cannot use his cock properly, he should not keep it.  It’s just like taking a toy from a petulant brat. Amy and I met several times. I needed to know all about her predator boss. The more I know, the easier it becomes to do the job she hired me for,

Last night, I seized an opportunity. This taboo phone sex bitch broke into his house to castrate him. But the loser almost slept though it. He appeared to be a heavy sleeper. Or perhaps he pops sleeping pills. I tied him to his bed. And he did not wake up until I tied his final limb to the bed. The look of horror and confusion on his face made me smile my evil smirk. I told him all about his crimes against women. He looked terrified when he saw my big knife.

If Men Cannot Use Their Cocks and Balls Properly, They Deserve to Lose Them

But I explained what I would be doing and why. He could turn himself into the cops. Or he could lose his balls. Even he thought losing his balls seemed like a better option. And perhaps it would be because in prison he would be some big black man’s bitch. Even though he did not deserve it, I gave him a clean castration. Once I severed his balls from his body, I cauterized the wound with the bottom of a hot frying pan.

But he did not lose too much blood. But he deserved something more. So, I carved the word predator on his dick with my knife. Even though without his balls he will never get erect again, he will be forced to remember what he is every time he pisses. Sometimes, I really enjoy cock and ball torture sex. And this seemed like one of those times.

Over indulge on Bloody phone sex, feast on the gore

Bloody phone sex Over indulge on Bloody phone sex. I know I’ve been feeling the heat recently, my depraved cravings spiraling out of control. My master took me to a decrepit, rundown motel in the heart of obscurity. 

As I stepped into the master suite, the scent of blood wafted through the air, and so much blood everywhere. I guess there were at least three fellow whores had met their end here.

I suppressed the shiver crawling down my spine, aware that I may very well be the next sacrifice to soak this chamber. I was pushed onto the blood-soaked bed. 

There was a horde of eager cocks standing at attention, primed to take their turn fucking the ever living shit out of me. The world seemed to blur around me as I gave my all to each hungry cock.

The torment was incessant, and the Torture sex made me cum so much. In a moment of twisted, depraved craving, my tormentors held a spark of recognition when they soaked my holes in jizz.

They took it to the next level. If I wanted to live through the night I had to feast on the gore of their last victim.  And so, I ate, I indulged, and found myself utterly consumed by savage ecstasy.

Now, I beckon to you, my future accomplices, to join me in the depths of undeniable debauchery, where we can revel in the all-consuming darkness together. 

No limits, no strings attached, just a den of hedonistic indulgence, waiting to swallow you whole. So come, let your depraved fantasies run wild, and together, we’ll paint this world red and I’ll make you cum with some Killer phone sex!

Accomplice phone sex; you, me, and victim.

Accomplice phone sex            Accomplice phone sex; you, me, and victim. That makes three. You want me to be the helper or you the helper. I do so like making you the helper. Taking charge is what I do. I like the killer fun time that is to be had. After all, what is the killer bee if not the executioner. Want to make it dirty and nasty naughty. Then to be sure let us make it bloody awful.

            Pick the tools of the trade. As my accomplice you need to be prepared for everything. All in all, I am a knife wielding fucking whore. Like to cut up the inside and yank them out with a flick of the wrist. Too bloody for you. Need something to warm up too.

            We can always start with a suffocation phone sex call. A pillow over the face. Start with dry drowning. The possibilities. As long as you are getting hard. You must try screwing them once they have been snuffed out. Once they are caput the muscles contract. It will be the tightest passage you have every fucked. We will move up until you are used to the blood. The gore.

            The pain and suffering.

I hate to admit it but I love Sex with dead bodies

When my Master introduced me to Sex with dead bodies, I was sick with terror. The first time he made me do it with a long-departed companion, I was repulsed, the stench of decay overwhelming my senses. But as time went by, that very smell became an aphrodisiac, a sweet aroma that would set my heart racing.Sex with dead bodiesI have a appetite for the deceased. My desires have pushed me to the farthest corners of taboo, and I make no apologies for it. As the saying goes, ‘If it feels good, do it.’ And trust me, there’s nothing quite like the thrill of fucking the dead.

I know there are a lot of us out there, Snuff sex fanatics. Could you imagine if we were the ones to rule this Earth? We could have so much fun without any worry of getting caught. When you jerk off, do you dream of a freshly dead angel or does the blue, bloated skin make your cock explode? No judgements here, I love it all.

My Master loves it when I grind my pussy on a corpse. The coldness feels so good against my red hot lust. I’ll take their fingers and stick as many as can fit inside me. If I grind too hard a finger or two will break off, but I don’t mind. I just move to the other hand and fuck that stiff until there is nothing left. 

The stiffness of their limbs, the silence, it all brings a twisted pleasure that I crave. As I find myself deeper and deeper in this world, I’ve realized something profound, there’s no limit to how depraved one can be. I’ll love to hear your Murder phone sex Fantasies. We can laugh as we get each other off to the sickest shit.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Kills on the 4th of July are the Best

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex heated up Thursday night. I went out trolling for a victim. Did you know that 4th of July is the perfect kill day. With all the fireworks going off no one hears gunshots or screams. Now, I am not a gun fan. Why? Because it takes little skill. It ends up being mostly luck and it’s over quick. To me, there is no fun in that. I want to enjoy my kills. But more importantly I want to savor the suffering.

I have too many tales of murder that night to share them all. But I did kill 18 men, and two chicks. Outside of mass murder, I think that’s an impressive kill rate for a single evening.  But I am a snuff porn fan. I did have to shave some time off the suffering so I could cram more kills in before the fireworks noise died down.

This one cunt become victim number one of the night. We had a chance encounter at a convenience store, and she acted like a total twat to me. Made some Goth girl insult and then started calling me a bitch and a cunt when I told her to eat my pale ass. She fucked with the wrong bitch.  I went into the store just to get some matches but bought some fireworks too. And I followed the bitch to her house. I saw no other cars. I waited a bit to see if I saw anyone else and I did not.

Fourth of July is the Best Kill Day of the Year

Normally, I plan better but I can be less cautious on the 4th of July because of the noise. I waited until it got dark, and her neighbors began letting off fireworks. I broke into the back of her house and caught her off guard. Loser. She had no plans for the 4th of July. She was watching some Lifetime movie. Although she screamed, it sounded like WW III outside. So no one would hear her. Did not take long to tie her up on the floor. I ripped her nightgown off and pulled her panties down.

She tried to apologize to me, but too late. I rammed a bunch of sparklers up her cunt and lit them. Now she really screamed. But no one could hear her still. I could smell the flesh burning. And that kind of torture sex turns me on. I put some firecrackers up her ass too. She went into shock when I blew a big hole in her ass. So, I let her bleed out on her living room floor and went off to kill 19 more poor souls no one would miss.

Torture Sex of the Male Anatomy Brings Me Joy

torture sexAlthough I enjoy all sorts of torture sex, cock and ball torture remains my favorite. Sure, I am happy to mutilate a young cunt with you. We can dissect her like a frog and enjoy her pain. But there is just something about destroying a man’s junk that gives me pleasure. And for me to enjoy the CBT fun the most, you get to live. Live with the constant reminder that a bad ass Goth Chick ruined sex for you for eternity.

Let me tell you about Chuck. He’s a predator. He likes to prey on drunk Goth girls and Steampunk princesses. Not on my watch. When I get wind of a predator hitting the Goth bars in my state, I go to great measures to discover who and put an end to his reign of terror. I think that men prey on Goth chicks because they view us as lesser than some cute coed slut. And I cannot stand men like that.

Although it took a few days sitting in Goth bars pretending to be drunk, I found my predator. And I wanted to kill him. Really, I did. So, it took all my strength to spare his life. However, I did not spare his cock and balls. Castration phone sex junkies like me always mutilate the junk. To men I am a wicked butcher. The butcher of their junk. A sadistic Lorena Bobbit. And I never mind the comparison.

I am The Wicked Butcher of Your Junk

Once I had Charlie in my underground dungeon, and he saw all my torture devices, he realized I was the wicked butcher men talk about. Almost like I am some sort of folklore creature or a mythological beast. But I love men wondering if I am real or not. Chuck knows I am real now. And I have his cock and mutilated balls in a jar to prove it. I carved Predator on his cock first. And I basked in his pain and suffering. If he does not care about Goth chicks, we don’t care about him.

I chopped his dick off a little slice at a time and fed the bits to my dog. And while I chopped his cock like I was making a charcuterie board, I had a castration band around his worthless balls turning them black. Once you cut the flow of oxygen to the balls, they turn purple, shrivel up and eventually resemble deflated black tires. Even though I wanted to kill him, I spared him the snuff porn death he deserved. Instead, I left him with a constant reminder that he is no longer a man. But I doubt he ever really was a man.

Cannibalism Call Left My Pussy Throbbing

I had my first cannibalism call and it turned me the fuck on.  It involved picking up a crotch goblin at a park. We took her little innocent ass home and played with that sweet little body.  We tied her little legs apart and shoved all kinds of things in her little bald pussy. We shoved a candle, a bottle, a dildo, I ate her little pussy good and finally, my accomplice fucked the shit out of her every hole.  I wanted some fun too so I grabbed her by the hair and made her eat my pussy. That is the last thing she ever did. We hog-tied her and cooked her over an open flame. we did not another to end her before. The pain and stress would make the meat more tender.  When the little bitch was cooked we feasted on her flesh and started planning our next dinner party.

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