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Can’t stand a time waster

taboo phone sexIf there is one thing I can’t stand, it;s a man that wastes my fucking time. I sell a very specific set of skills, I like to torture and murder people and getting paid for that is just a bonus as far as I am concerned. With that said, I’m happy to rent my services out but I am not going to take care of your bitch ex wife for free no matter how much I enjoy killing. Well here comes this guy that calls and calls and calls but he never actually hires me to kill anyone! He says oh I got your number from a colleague and then spends as much time as possible just asking annoying questions that he already knows the answer to. I was so annoyed by this asshole that I snapped. I reverse looked up the number he called from and went to his house. I broke in and strapped him to the bed before he woke up and then tortured that annoying fuck to death. I made sure to tell him exactly why I was killing him too, nobody likes a fucking time waster!

Pain slut Escapades

snuff sexHung upside down I had sweat in my eyes and I was stripped naked. I only remember going to the bar and flirting with a couple of men there. I tried to see through the sweat in my eyes and then I discovered that I had a ball ga in my mouth. I think the men standing in front of me were the men from the bar. My brain was foggy and I felt hands going over my body. My pussy lips were being pinched and I cried out around my ball gag. They were laughing at me and I suddenly knew where I was. I was in the basement of my parents house! As I struggled my body began to swing. I felt the stings of belts hitting my breast and my ass and thighs. I was a human piñata for pain. One of the men shoved his fist in my aching wet pussy, I could hear them telling me that I was a pain slut that got off on being abused. I was cut down and my ball gag removed as these two took turns fucking my whore mouth. It was a blur of cock sucking and punishment. I had cum in my hair and all over my face when My parents discovered me the next morning!

Kill Me Please with Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I live for. So many men are highly creative when it comes to killing or hurting me. I love to be hurt. I know I am sick bitch. Born a pain slut. I will die a pain slut. From being vampire dinner to being sexually mutilated and dissected, I love blood and guts. MY blood and guts. I want you to hurt me. I want you to bring your a-game to kill me in an epic fashion. Every day I wake-up, I wonder if it will be my last. I hope it will be my last because I am a stupid cunt. I know I am not girlfriend material. I will never be married. I will never have a family. No one will come looking for me when I disappear. I might not even miss being alive either. I have had a death wish since I was a schoolgirl. Honestly, I do not know how or why I am still alive. I guess because most men decide I am good for their rape phone sex fantasies and if I am dead that cannot keep force fucking me. I let any man fuck me. All good things must come to an end though, right. I am not going to fight you when you kill me or fuck me. I will embrace my death and just say, “Finally.”

Snuff porn star

snuff pornI guess you could say I am a snuff porn star. I have starred in many of daddy’s dirty movies. I am not talking about porn. I am talking about violent films where I am getting gang banged and beaten. Daddy says men like to watch girls get violated not treated like a princess. I get it. I am just a dumb bimbo with nothing to contribute to society or to a relationship. Letting men violate and abuse me on film is what I can offer. It is all I can offer. Some guy broke my arm last month pinning my arm behind my back. The doctor said it was a spiral fracture. Of course, I had to make up some story as to how I hurt myself because the truth would get daddy arrested and me killed, likely. I tried to tell daddy I needed a break from making snuff movies to heal. He beat me black and blue then fucked my ass until it prolapsed. He filmed the entire ordeal. It was a live Podcast. I just did not know it was live. He made so much money off beating me up that night, that we go live several times a week. I may not make it until my next birthday at this rate.

I took the lazy way out

taboo phone sexI was visiting my hometown last week, visiting family and whatever and I had planned on killing this family while I was in town. They were all assholes, real uptight churchy people, really insufferable pricks I’m sure you know the type. I wanted to do a home invasion type of thing and break into their house and kill them all in their beds after torturing them for hours but that didn’t happen. I got food poisoning and was sick as hell, and even after I got better I was too weak to murder people like that, I had to find another way. Well, as sick as I was I thought that would be a great way to torture someone else so I went out and bought a few different kinds of poison and mixed them into a beautiful cake and brought it over to them. I watched them eat it and one by one they fell ill. They were sick and choking on the vomit as their tongues and throats swelled shut, it was a beautiful sight to see. I watched them all die in front of me and I didn’t have to lift a finger, it was glorious.

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Torture phone sex is fun, but it doesn’t really compare to the hunt. I thrive, needle in hand, prowling the night clubs for my prey. I’m wet in anticipation, ready to dig my knife deep between their thighs; I intend to show my catch a real good time. I’m talking week long sessions of screaming, blood streaming from wounds. I want to cut something pretty apart at the seams.
I saw her, dancing up on the pole. I wound my way up, dancing beside her. My hands slid down her body, catching a nipple in my claws. I sunk my teeth into her neck deep in the underbelly of Chinatown, slipping my needle into her belly button. I beckoned her, and she followed; her cunt was starting to drip from the drugs. I grinned the whole taxi ride back to my place. In my basement, I tied her to the table, and flicked open my knife.
I cut away her shirt, her tiny micro skirt, that lacy little thong. I licked along her body, tasting the sweat on her skin. The second needle slid silently into her tongue, and she was limp. Trapped, but awake, my pretty kitten stared me down with wide eyes. She was terrified as I started the sawzall, taking each arm and then each leg, until she was nothing but a bloody stump for fucking.
Needle three kissed my amputee in her sweet, tight pussy. She started to feel it, the overwhelming pleasure. Her cunt dripped, all drugged up and bound down. She was begging for release, from her ties or to cum I wasn’t sure. But it gave me an idea. I picked up her detached arm, manipulating her still-warm fingers to coax her into cumming, stroking her clit with her own dead fingers, and fucking her in my sickened mutilation masturbation.

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Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.

He’s back

  He came back but was it to punish me or to reward me? I was being punished for something I had no control over. He was punishing me for fucking that cop. I tried to tell him I did not want it and that he made me take his big fucking cop cock. He said he had a surprise for me but I feel like when he says surprises, its something I am probably not going to like. I have to be good though and do everything I am told. I don’t want to go back to the basement. I will be a good girl. When daddy came through the door he was not loving. He was drunk and mean. He was being so hateful. He hit me and threw me around until I blacked out. When I woke up daddy was already stripping me and forcing his cock in my ass. He was groaning so loud, I think that was what woke me up. It hurt so bad but felt so good for him. I kept crying and telling him I’m sorry. He was so angry with me. He hate fucked my ass so good. Finally once he started to calm down, daddy flipped me over and started making sweet love to my bald pussy. My ass still hurt but daddy was making my pussy feel good. I could feel daddy’s cock starting to swell. It wasn’t long before I felt that hot cum being shot deep in my pussy. Daddy was filling me up with that baby batter. I hope daddy knows I try to be a good girl for him. I’m so grateful for all he’s done for me.

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October is Killer Phone Sex Season

killer phone sexFall is killer phone sex season. Honestly, I love sweater weather. I can bundle up, blend in and hunt less conspicuously. I never get caught because I am not flashy. I am not impulsive. And, I never have a connection with my victims. I can teach you how to be a killer too. You lust after your neighbor’s little girl? You want to fuck her as in destroy her tiny holes? I can help you BUT you cannot do it to her. You will be the first suspect. We drive around a few counties away from where you live and look for a surrogate. Same age, same look, just no connection to you. Police always investigate neighbors and family when a little one goes missing. You can have a young girl or boy; you just must be careful. That is why accomplice phone sex partners are key. I am the devil on your shoulder. I tell you to kill the cunt and explore your rape fantasies. I do not want you caught; however, you need to listen to me to ensure that. I am not new to this. I have been killing folks since I was a young teen girl. I have over a decade of experience. I am still a free woman because I know how to kill the right person at the right time. While other girls are getting pumpkin spice lattes, I am stalking them and planning their brutal murder. Want to help me hunt? October is the best month to kill.

Just A Snuff Phone Sex Slut

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I’m just a snuff phone sex slut. A pain slut and humiliation pig. I’m a servant to this Mistress that is fiercely controlling. It was her weekend for me. She always starts it off with me being picked up in her Jaguar. I don’t even get to really enjoy the ride to it’s fullest. I am immediately hogtied, ball gagged and blindfolded before being shoved in the backseat. I get to enjoy the smell of luxurious leather seats. My senses are otherwise cut off. They even shoved earplugs in my ears this time. I really only had my sense of smell to go by. Deaf dumb and blind they said as they shoved them in my ears laughing.

I was hauled out of the back like they were hauling a body bag from the car. Pulled out and tossed over the shoulders of what seemed like a giant. He was Marcia’s Accomplice, a big burly built black man. Once inside I was set down and stumbled to stand. I was wearing 8″ high heels and a little wobbly after laying in the backseat for a couple of hours. I was immediately undressed, collared and my nipples got taped. I was her pet for the weekend and the first thing I get a drink of is Misstress’s piss. Like a bitch on a leash I am lapping it up from a bowl. The whole time I was being inspected by mistresses gloved hands. She was probing and commenting on my holes and how much she anticipated ripping those fucking whore holes of mine. Laughing as she does she snapped her fingers and 5 huge black guys came in and commenced to fuck the life out of me.

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