Tag: Knife play phone sex

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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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True If You Try to Fuck Me

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true with the right accomplice. I may not be the right one because I will kill you and take your money if you look at me wrong. My murderous impulses become harder and harder to control as time passes. And it is not that I have less tolerance for stupidity. There are just more stupid people around. And that can get overwhelming sometimes.

I met James in a no tell motel to discuss the plans of the kill he hired me for. Protecting myself, I take seriously. So, I do not even use burner phones. Initial communication I arrange on the dark web, then we meet to discuss the specifics.  I record all my meetings and hide the convo on an external drive I hide very well. Security in case some loser tries to blackmail me or set me up.

And just because I am your accomplice phone sex partner, does not make you immune from me. I kill men for looking at me twice. And I have killed my share of accomplices too. Your money only goes so far. And I had to kill James in the seedy hotel because he tried to fuck me. I told him I was not his bitch, but his partner. And to add insult to injury, his dick appeared minuscule. Like I would fuck some loser who is too much of a pussy to kill a bitch on his own? And who has a small dick too. He needed to die for the insult alone.

Do Not Mistake Me, I Will Kill My Accomplice Too

When he pounced on me, he landed on my knife. Big knife too. Might as well be a sword. I keep a big knife always strapped to my thigh. A girl cannot be too careful. And my reflexes are quick. Even though I would have preferred a slow snuff sex death because it turns me on when someone suffers, I needed to act quickly. No one tries to fuck me against my will and lives to talk about it.

I do not like killing some one impulsively. However, people sometimes act too stupidly, that I cannot allow them to continue to breathe. We cannot show mercy to the morons. If they are too stupid to follow my rules, they deserve to die. Because I acted impulsively, I had to stage the death to look like a hooker / John scenario that went horribly wrong. I could almost predict the morning headline.

But I cleaned up the scene. Removed any evidence I was even there. And his death will remain a mystery because I know how to remove myself from any equation.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Makes My Mouth and Pussy Water

You’re My Victim For Cannibalism Phone Sex

Cannibalism phone sex makes my mouth water and my pussy wet. You thought you were coming over to fuck a tight pussied little slut. But you didn’t think I would drug you and then tie you down to my kitchen table. You wake up just as I slather a layer of marinade onto your skin. While you were asleep, I shaved you down, wrapped a band around your cock, and started rubbing in the herbs and spices. You’re going to become a delicious barbeque. I just need to season you first. 

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Evil Phone Sex Slut Takes Makes You Her Meal

I want a little taste. I grab the sharpest knife in my kitchen and look you up and down. We need to decide which piece of you should I sample first. I could always nibble on one of your toes so I can save my appetite. And you have such thick meaty thighs. But it’s your broad shoulders I really want to take a bite of. Slicing you up in my head is making my evil phone sex pussy so wet. A bite won’t be good enough. I want to play with my food first. 

Bloody Phone Sex Will Set You Free

I climb on top of the table and straddle your hips. The band around your cock has all the blood rushing there. You’re rock hard for me despite how scared you are. I stroke your cock against my hungry pussy. My cunt swallows your cock. I’m riding that hard cock. Then lean forward to take a bite of your shoulder.

My teeth tear through your skin and the blood starts to gush into my mouth. Then I rip away the skin and indulge in the meaty flesh underneath it. I love your screams they make my cunt so fucking wet. I slam down on your cock and then plunge the knife into your chest. My pussy grips onto your dick while I listen to the blood fill your lungs and the pathetic gasping for air. You’re going to make me cum from this bloody phone sex!