Category: Snuff Phone Sex

Snuff Phone Sex

Wow! There are so many fucking ways to die, it’s incredible!! Name your poison and I will supply it. Do you want to fuck while you choke on a string of my dirty panties that I have fed down your throat? I would love to nail your testicles to the kitchen counter and watch your ball-sack bleed. Or, better yet, I will pour Drano down your piss hole and unclog your plumbing first! Great stuff for your cock! How about I rip your asshole open with a cracked wine bottle, carve bitch into your ass cheeks! There is nothing like the thrill that is achieved through snuff phone sex.  What if I tie a slipknot around your neck and hang you to a hook on my my living room ceiling and watch you struggle until your neck snaps! I love being sadistic! I could poison you too! Sorry bitch! Ever heard of death by phone? Well, I will kill you softly. Or, I will kill you brutally! Die bitch!!!!!!

Killer Phone Sex And Making A New Friend

 

Killer Phone Sex, making new friends while fucking old ones, and getting off several times a day are the things I seem to do the most.  I love it because making a new friend and introducing them to killer phone sex can be the hottest experience.  Jezabel and I met not too long ago and we were comparing notes on how we like to spend our time, and I quickly learned that her definition of killer phone sex and mine were very very different.  I told Jezabel all about my fun time with Morticia a few weeks ago, but she wasn’t impressed.  I told her my version of killer phone sex is when you cum so hard it was a “killer” experience – you know a figure of speech.  Jezabel quickly corrected me!  She said she would hunt her prey before “playing” with it, and asked me if I’d like to watch.  I was a little nervous but I went with her.  Jezabel saw her prey and follow the young fresh meat home, and sat outside their home for the rest of the night.  She told me that she will do this for as long as it takes to make sure her first hunt is successful.  I went home and left her to her work, but I realize now killer phone sex has several different meanings!

Fucked Up Little Pisshole

 I used to have a teacher named Mr. Hansen. He thought he was God’s gift and that he could do no wrong. He would laugh when the other brats tried to fuck with me and even cheered them on, agreeing that I was a “freak”. Of course, I had to get my revenge. I like to see the fear in my victim’s eyes for as long as possible – days, sometimes even weeks. So, I started leaving him notes in his desk. Sometimes, I’d even leave a dead bird carcass or something with the threats just to make him pee his pants! Unfortunately, that little pussy bitch got scared and moved away before I could get my revenge. Lucky for me, he’s back.

Now, I’ve got more rage burning inside than ever before and he’s got something to make my revenge even more fun! He has a daughter. The little bitch is innocent enough to cry for daddy and make my cunt drip – and what better way to get back at that asshole than to fuck up that tiny little pussy beyond recognition?! She was so easy to get to. I found out her name and snatched her up off the playground. The dumb bitch came right up to me and followed me to my car after I talked to her for a bit. In my trunk, I had a screwdriver and some rope. I drove to a secluded area and then tied that little bitch to the trunk with her naked legs spread wide open. I could see her juicy little pussy lips quiver when I slid the metal of the screwdriver over her slit. My body responded so quickly to the tears running down her face. My cunt was so fucking wet, I could have drowned the bitch in it. I told her that her daddy was an evil man, and that he wanted me to do this to her. I grabbed her stupid pigtails and yanked her head back, slamming it against the car as I jammed my screwdriver up into her tight little pisshole! Ohhh, the little cunt screamed so loud I had to pull the bloody tool out of her pussy and stab it into her mouth until enough blood gushed out that she had no more breath to scream with. I doused her body in gasoline and lit her up, right there in the parking lot. There’s no more remains for Mr. Hansen to find, but when they realize the bitch is missing – I bet he’ll remember the reason why he moved away in the first place. Don’t fuck with Phoenix.

Special Time

I know how special I am! I would like to think I am one of a kind. Lets face it. You wont find a beautiful sexy girl like me every day.  Especially one that can do all the dark twisted nasty things I can. I have some very special talents. Some very special desires. I do the things you dream about. The things you could never speak of in polite company. I live out your deepest darkest fantasies.I live in that primal place of need and lust. I can give you the Ultimate Snuff Fantasy.  I enjoy the hunting and taking of my prey. I love the torture. And If you are a good boy. I let you play with it before I snuff it out. Now that is VERY special! And the only thing that can make it even better… is knowing you can get my special talents. At a special price. Now how can you pass that up? Cum indulge your wildest fantasies!

Torture Phone Sex Bitch

It’s sad how many of these stupid bitches deserve my delicious, hot flames melting away their pathetic skin. I love to watch it bubble and pop, listening to their screams begging me to stop! Like the other day, when this fucking cunt decided she wanted to start bitching about my short, tight clothes. She called me a trashy slut and all sorts of shit. Haha, that’s the last mistake that whore will ever make. I was waiting for her in the parking lot when she got to her car and she met my friend the fucking tire iron right across her stupid face. The weak bitch was knocked out in two hits. I shoved her in my car and brought her home. I had the bitch naked, chained up and hanging from my ceiling by the time she started to wake up. The first thing that she saw was me, sitting in the corner rubbing my juicy cunt while I watched her bruised body and bleeding face. The fear in her eyes made my nipples stand up on end and I knew it was time to start our games. She wanted to call me a slut? Well now she’s my fucking slut – and I’m not very nice to my sluts! I whipped her a few times, leaving some nice wounds in her smooth white skin. Then, I held a pretty, glass dildo in a flame until it was hellfire hot and slammed that shit right up her  fucking pussy! She was begging me to stop, choking on her tears and close to passing out from the pain. Weak little bitch wasn’t going to cut my fun short. I decided I needed to bust out the grand finale before she passed out – to make sure the little bitch felt every bit of it. She really started freaking out when I poured a gallon of gasoline all over her. She was drenched, the smell of gasoline filling up the whole room. She stared into my eyes and devious smile spread across my face as I lit a single match. She went up in flames instantly, the warmth from her burning flesh flooded across my body, making my pussy tingle. I grabbed my dildo, sliding it in and out of my wet cunt as I watched that bitch burn away into useless, lifeless ashes.

Deadly Sweet

DeadlySweetWhen I first heard about “National Cheesecake Day” I thought, how silly. I like cheesecake but I didn’t get having an entire holiday named after it. Then I started thinking I could totally use this to my advantage! What better way to lure in prey with sweets? Sure it’s a bit cliche’ but with my innocent looks and angelic voice, they’ll never see it coming! Of course with something like this I’ll need an accomplice. I have so many special helpers lol! I invited a few neighbors and encouraged them to bring their families. I do like variety after all. My deadly sweet treats looked like something fresh out of a Rob Zombie movie. I told them I was just getting an early start on Halloween but the silence in the room could be cut with a knife. Oh well, the jig is up, giggles. Now it’s time for total annihilation. We rounded them up like cattle to the slaughter. I let my special helper have some fun with the Moms and young ones while I got everything prepared in the basement. One by one they screamed and begged, pleading for their lives. I just giggled at them telling them in my sweet little voice not to worry, they would get their just desserts.

It Will All Be Over Soon

The room was dark, the air was warm and moist. I had that bitch tied up, blind folded and gagged just waiting for my next move. I let her sit there for awhile in anticipation of what her abductor was about to do to her. I could hear her whimpering and begging out to the silence for someone, anyone to let her go. She screamed and cried, but no one could hear her but me. Once she had reached her point of desperation, I went to her. I was wearing a red leather outfit, baton in hand. I gently brushed my fingertips across her cheek, watching her body tremble to the unknown terror that I was gladly about to bestow on her. There was something about her fear that sent chills down my spine. I wanted to feel more, more of that breath taking pleasure. I took the baton, and with all that I had, I slapped her across the face, leaving a big red welt on her cheek. Ah, she screamed and screamed in pain asking why?  Why her and to please stop and let her go. I lulled her to soft whimpers again, telling her that it’s okay and it will all be over soon. I walked over to my case of treats, and pulled out my favorite surgical knife. I loved it so much because it was shiny and sharp, really sharp at that. Once I approached her again I told her that it would most definitely hurt, and to scream if she wanted. In fact, I’d encourage it. Oh her skin was like butter. The knife sliced through her so easily, I felt like cutting more and more. I’d say I lost a little bit of control during her screams, when I looked down my hands were covered in blood dripping down on the floor. I looked at her and she was beautiful sitting there slumped over in the chair, her blood draining from her body. I leaned over her and whispered in to her unconscious tender body, “See, I told you it would all be over soon.” I brushed the hair out of her face smearing blood into that luscious thick hair of hers, I laid in front of her, and started to rub my throbbing clit. I stared at all of the slashes I made and watched her chest rise and fall, the blood running down her breasts. I rubbed my pussy, and as I started to cum, I watched as her chest rose and fell for the final time. At that moment, my eyes opened and I was chained up in a dark room where the air was warm and moist. There was a ringing in my head and my cheek ached something terrible. I looked up at the table in front of me, and there lay a baton. Coming towards me was my master with a surgical knife in hand saying “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.” 

Specials are better when used!

 

I love a special. A special toy. A special little thing to play with. A special night to play. I always look for that special spark when I see the prefect play thing. You know what I mean. That special feeling you get when you see the PERFECT little body begging to be … used. Begging to be abused.  I want to do all the dirty work.. you can join in or you can watch.  I love the drity work anyhow. The chase. The catch. The bondage and the pain. I want to do it all. Experience it all.  Touch and taste every part of my prey. Push past the normal and enjoy the Wild. Experience the ultra KINK.   You cant pass up something so special. There is just a time to really enjoy a special. And if you are REALLY lucky. I mean REALLY lucky. You can get exactly what you want and save a ton of money also! All it takes is asking for a special. Getting your perfect fantasy AND saving money… that is making my puss drip!

Burning Evidence

Look at the bloody mess we made out of this dead bitch. You were right about how fun it would be to brutally ravage her cunt together as I got to burn her with red hot pokers. Hearing shrieking, just excited me to play with her more. Ha! It’s funny how just a few weeks ago we met on the internet and wrote to each other about the perfect plan to take that little neighbor girl for our own dark biding. Now that we have taken from her everything we wanted, it is time for her to go up in flames. She is barely breathing to realize that we just pored gasoline all over her ass. Now before we light her up, give me the letters and pictures that would connect us to this pathetic slut. All evidence will be burning together so we wont get caught. Next time, I think we should pick a younger one for our fun.

Raging Hellish Fire

Burning red flames is my game and you will feel the heat of my darkest desires. The fire I use as a gateway to creates a hellish havoc on anyone, anything, and any place it comes in contact with. Watching the massive destruction of it’s burning flames, sends a heat wave throughout my body that to fuel my wicked desires. My favorite items that I always have an abundance of is matches, lighters, and gasoline. The great thing about having those items in possession, is for two reason … that they are cheap and untraceable. There is nothing in this world than watching useless soul have gasoline pour on them and burst in to flames. Their chilling screams gets me to cum every time. Or even if I found a victim that I want to tie down and take a red hot cast iron to brand them as if they were cattle. Humm, the smell of sizzling, burnt flesh can always intensify my lustful hunger to take what is mine and give no mercy to the innocent.