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Bloody Phone Sex October is Almost Over, But I Plan to Still Kill

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex October is nearing its end. And that makes me sad. But I can continue my murderous spree anytime. It doesn’t need to be only in the month of October. I kill and torture any day of the year. However, in October, I just kill more. Plus, I kill more randomly. By that I mean, opportunity, not necessarily revenge or to make a statement.

Although I do prefer to kill with a purpose, I have been known to kill somebody out of convenience. And last night, the person who enraged me suddenly disappeared in the bar. And I looked for her. She must’ve sneaked out the back. Perhaps she knew I intended her harm. This little twat spilled a drink on me and made some snide comment. And I even acted on my best behavior, but the little bitch still had an attitude. She insisted I buy her another drink since she spilled her drink on me while walking through a crowded bar texting. Not my fault.

I decided she deserved a snuff sex death. However, when I lost her in the crowd, I took all my rage out on another girl. A cute coed. But now a dead coed. I don’t often partake in rage kills. By that I mean, I rarely kill somebody as a surrogate for the person I want to kill. But this one bitch filled me with so much rage that I selected a girl who looked like her. I drugged this girl. And when the drugs kicked in, I told her I saw somebody roofie her drink. So, I took her home to keep her safe. But no one feels safe with me.

Sometimes, We Must Kill a Surrogate for Our Rage

Once we entered my home, I started stabbing her and gutting her like a pig. She seemed half out of it from the drugs, so she did not fight me much. I made a bloody mess. But that does seem fitting for bloody October. She took a while to die. Even with her intestines on the floor and blood spurting everywhere, she continued to breathe. And I know I could’ve slit her throat and put her out of her misery because that’s a quick death. But it aroused me watching her fight. Although we both knew she could not stuff her insides back into her stomach and live, she still tried.

And then she took her last breath. I must’ve stabbed her over 100 times. But no doubt the wound that killed her resulted when I stabbed her belly button and sliced her up to her sternum. That’s when her entrails fell out of her body. I made a great snuff porn, but sadly, I never caught it on film. That’s because I did not plan this kill. But the death still felt satisfying. Because I pictured this surrogate dead girl as the bitch from the bar who spilled a drink on me.

I made lemonade from lemons last night. Perhaps I will see the girl I really wanted to kill again sometime. But next time I won’t need a surrogate because I’m going to kill that fucking cunt. But until I find her, perhaps you and I can carve up some bitch together. Like I said, I don’t care if it’s October or July, I can murder anytime.

Halloween brings the castration cock man back to shred my cookie

Castration phone sex

Castrastration cock man strikes again. What better time than halloween than this creepy fuck to come out from the dark. Crawling through the night and kidnapping women, taking them back to his house to the room down stairs full of castrated cocks. The dead become the one’s we fuck, rammed and roughed by cut off bloody dick shoved deep inside.

I didn’t expect to see him again after the last time he barreded me with his massive fuck machine but unfortunately he was already waiting for me inside my house. Grabbed and gagged, taken back to the place I dreaded, bloodied with corpses. As I woke up all I could see were castrated cocks, shelves of them of all different sizes from all his victims.

Leather bound and gagged, my legs in shackles and feet in clamps you smashed and thrashed my clam wide open with a dead 13 inch big black caked blood bastard. Rammed raw, weeping and red,  you stuck to fingers in my ass and grabbed the next dick in line, a girthy little short fat nub.

Build on a long rod you thrusted that bad boy in me like you throw the meat on the fire. Watching it sizzle, tear, rip and shred my insides. I’m screaming and moaning, beginning to enjoy my soiled white cuntie pie getting stretched out, gaping in fear for the next fat one.

Bloody Bondage bitch soils for evil monsters!

I love the evil one’s, I’ve lived my life desperate for situations like these however this evil fuck always seems to surprise me. Torn from the inside out I’m so numb the pain turns into tingles. My twisted twat is so bloodied and raw, gushing and oozing bloody cum drops all over, leaving the evidence he doesn’t want. Thrusting my groin in his face he sucks out the rest of what’s left from his masterpieces out of my tight sore puffy muffy, licking off the rest off his fingers. Sick fuck didn’t want to waste one drop.

Roleplay Phone Sex is The Best Way to Explore Our Dark Needs

roleplay phone sexRoleplay phone sex on a snuff site means we can be as nasty, disgusting and violent as we want to be. Or at least as much as you can handle. It might surprise you to know that I have no limits. Most of us at this company do not have any limits.

 Even though people might try to regulate what porn we watch, who we want to be, and who we fuck, as far as I know, we still have free freedom to think. And so far, no laws exist to persecute us for our thoughts and fantasies no matter how dark that might be.

So, I like to help men role play their darkest fantasies. Maybe that’s a snuff fantasy or a rape fantasy. Or perhaps they are a pain slut, and they want to experience some extreme CBT fun. Whatever it is I’m here for you.

When John called me the other night, he seemed nervous to tell me what he wanted. So, I reassured him that I truly have no limits. And reminded him that only actions have consequences not thoughts. And he finally confided to me that he thinks about fucking a young brat.

I told him teen rape porn would not exist on the Internet if only he had thoughts like that. And then I told him all about my experiences as a little girl with my daddy who used me as his personal cum dumpster for years. Hearing me tell him about the first time my daddy violated me, made his dick hard because I could hear him slapping his meat.

Some Brats Deserve a Good Force Fucking

And although we could’ve continued along those lines, I suggested we fantasize about a little girl that he wanted to fuck. And he immediately told me about his niece. Honestly, she sounded like a bit of a cock tease to me.

I painted a vivid picture for him as his accomplice. And I can do that because I spend my days as an accomplice. I help men on and off the phone explore these dark fantasies they possess. For some men, they will never act on them. Talking to me or a woman like me satisfies that urge.

However, for others, my vivid imagination and role play skills pushes them over the edge. So, they must act on their desires. Me bad. No, not really. I have no problem being the reason some little brat gets forced fucked, killed or tortured.

John told me he would never act on his desires. But I’ve heard that before. When we ended our accomplice phone sex call, I told him I was happy to take him down the rabbit hole until he couldn’t handle it anymore. When that happens, John will need to fuck his young niece. And I know he’s thinking about it.

Personally, I hope he does. Not because I want him to go to jail or cross any moral line that he might have for himself. But because I think she’s a cock teasing little twat who should learn at an early age she can’t get away with that shit.

Blasphemy Sex with Cora

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex might be some of my favorite sex, simply because of how naughty it is. You and I both know this is sinful. 

One time, I was standing in front of my house when two strapping young fellows came walking by, asking me about Jesus Christ. Tall, skinny, and wearing a thin black tie, I just couldn’t help but notice how sexy they looked. I just had this urge to corrupt their morality, so I lied and said ‘Come on in.’ They really thought they were going to teach me about the word, HA.  I got down on my knees and made them yell ‘Jesus Christ’ in a way they’ve never said before. I showed them what a blowjob was and how amazing a girl’s mouth can feel. They tried to hold back their smiles because they knew God was watching, but God just watched them blow the fattest load in my mouth. After thanking me for the experience, they ran all the way back to curch before anyone found out our little secret. 

Stepdaddy Wants To Use Me

evil phone sex Evil phone sex turns some men into perverted fucking freaks, My friend who I will call Aj is a real scumbag, His dying wife in bed on hospice barely alive and here he is mounting her frail body dumping loads of perverted cum inside her half dead pussy, the sick twisted part is he makes his young stepdaughter watch him violate her mother’s corpse like body, He even makes her assist him sometimes she holds mom’s little wrinkled pussy lips open as stepdaddy plows into her weak body, mommy waking up every now and again her weak eyes rolling in her head, it’s almost like she is dying a wee bit more with every stroke, Nasty bastard dumps huge loads of semen inside the almost lifeless woman’s pussy for the nurse to find when she gives her a sponge bath ,The poor little girl scared of her evil stepfather, he keeps telling her she better not tell a soul what happens in the room with mommy, letting her know that when mommy finally dies she will take her place and become his personal cum dumpster. Little does Aj know his sexy little stepdaughter is setting him up everything he does and says is being recorded, and she is waiting for the perfect time to expose him. 

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy are Popular with Me

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I fulfill on and off the phone. I think there will always be plenty of men who want to fuck me up. And many want to do so just because I remind them of mommy. My stepson enjoys getting violent with me. However, my sons do not. And sometimes mommy wants rough sex. But I always get rough sex cranked up as high as it gets. It seems I always remind somebody of the mature woman who teased them incessantly.

Bobby promised me some coke in exchange for a rape fantasy. He seemed like a normal guy with mommy issues. I did not meet him in a nefarious place. He did not sell drugs for a living or make snuff films. Just a horny boy jonesing for some mommy pussy. And it seemed to go as I expected initially. We went back to his place and enjoyed some role playing in the bedroom. But then he tied up his bitch mama. And that’s where things turned nasty. While tied up, he punched me a few times.

He might’ve broken a rib. I heard a bone snap. Then I felt immense pain. So, I asked him to stop and let me go because I needed medical attention. However, he told me the fun had just begun for him. Something snapped in him. I met Mr. Hyde at the bar, but Mr. Jekyll greeted me in the bedroom. His rape phone sex fantasies for mommy turned violent on a dime. I misjudged his mommy fantasy.

So Many Men Enjoy Mommy Rape Fantasies

This young man smacked me, punched me, choked me, and even told me he planned on killing me. I feared for my life. Once again, I made the wrong choice. I am a violent man magnet. Not sure what about me it is that makes men turn into Dr. Jekyll with a smile. I just needed to figure out how to get out of this mess.

Although I did some cocaine, I still had enough sense to think about how to get out of the situation. I did not want to end up dead. Even though I know my death might be inevitable with my lifestyle, I’m a fighter. My family makes me fight for my survival. What Dr. Jekyll did not realize is that I’m double jointed.

So, when he turned away for a second, I got my arm out of the restraint. And I grabbed him by the balls. For a woman, the best way to get out of a sticky situation seems to be grabbing a man’s testicles so hard that you make them fall to their knees. He went down for the count, giving me enough time to untie the other restraints.

I kicked him a few more times in the balls. He very fucked me, but he never came. He did crack my rib and left quite a lot of bruises in the short time I spent tied up, but I did not become his snuff porn star because I survived. Women like me learn to be scrappy to get out of trouble and death. When will I ever learn. Men dangle cocaine in front of me like a carrot and I take the bait every time.

Pound Out Snuff Sex With Rena

Let me tell you about the latest snuff sex enoucnter I experienced. As I lay naked and helpless on the cold, hard surface, my body trembling with anticipation, he approaches me like a predator stalking its prey. His rough hands grip my hips tightly as he roughly spreads my legs wide open. He doesn’t say a word; instead, his eyes speak volumes of the violence that awaits me.

The first sensation is an intense burning pain as he forcefully pushes his cock into my mouth, filling it to capacity and choking me slightly. I can taste blood mixed with his precum as he begins to thrust in and out of my throat at an alarming pace.

It feels like he’s trying to rip through the back of my throat with each brutal thrust. My eyes water uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation but also from pleasure because this is what I crave – this raw animalistic sex that leaves me feeling used up but satisfied deep down inside.

Next comes the turn for anal penetration which hurts even more than expected due to how tightly clenched up I was beforehand from fear and excitement alone! But once again, there’s no escape for me now; all hope has been lost since we started this twisted game together long ago…

snuff sexThe head of his cock presses against my sphincter muscle before forcing itself inside without any mercy or lube – tearing through skin like tissue paper under extreme pressure until finally breaking through into my ass hole where it starts pumping in and out rapidly causing spasms throughout every inch of flesh around it while leaving trails of fresh blood behind as evidence of our perverse act. The pain is unbearable at times but mixed with the pleasure that courses through my veins like an addictive drug makes it impossible for me to resist or stop him from taking what he wants from me – which seems to be every inch of my body now sore and bruised from his rough handling yet still begging for more punishment underneath its broken exterior.

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Killer Phone Sex Revenge Feels So Satisfying

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex night. What about you? Honestly, I just went out to have a drink. It’s been a long rough week, and I thought I would treat myself. But fate had other plans for me. I ran into one of my father’s cronies. A guy who routinely forced himself on me when as a very young girl. And this man I’ve searched for but never lucked out until last night in some random dive bar in the next county over. I found the devil himself drinking Budweiser at the bar.

I knew he would not remember me. At least not the way I look now. Last time he saw me, I did not have these gorgeous tits. I felt like the universe wanted me to kill Darren. Why else would we cross paths. I went to a bar I never go to in a different county from where I live because I saw an auto mechanic 45 minutes away who recommended this bar. The things that needed to occur to put us in the same space felt like fate.

Since the mechanic’s recommendation led to the death of the man who made my life hell for a decade, he will now be my mechanic of choice despite the distance. Although I know there’s no way he knew, I went to the bar thinking perhaps this mechanic wanted to see me outside of his car shop. But he wasn’t there. However, I found Darren and that made up for not getting fucked by a hot mechanic.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

I roofied my former tormentor, my dad‘s best friend Darren. The first man to ever fist my ass. And once he did, my dad and all his friends did too. His sick little torture sex games with a young schoolgirl inspired my father to do the same thing to me. And we all know a leopard does not change his spots. So, I killed him not only for revenge, but to protect future girls like me from his evilness.

And he seemed easy to kill. The drugs helped. But once I tied him to the bed, I told him who I was. And he looked like he had seen a ghost. And I could see the wheels turning in his head. But he could not come up with anything to say. However, he couldn’t say anything because even if he felt regretful, I planned on killing him. Men say anything to get out of trouble. And they say anything to keep their dicks attached to their bodies too.

He saw my big knife, and he knew what I planned for him. Not simple castration. That felt too good for him. Although I do enjoy castration phone sex I wanted to take the entire cock off his body. Without that he could not hurt another girl again. He wouldn’t need his dick in hell anyway because hopefully perverts just like him will make him their bitch boy.

I loved listening to him scream and plead for mercy just like I did as a little girl. I rescued myself. But nobody rescued this pervert. Because he’s floating in the lake somewhere dead with his severed cock in his mouth serving as fish food. Revenge feels so good.

Killer Phone Sex Turned a Victim Into a Predator

Killer Phone Sex

I’ve said it so many times. Being a victim all my life that shit just builds, and fucks with your mental. Add a Little Killer phone sex and Boom you have the perfect setup for a motherfucker to get killed, because I just snapped. I snapped and murdered him while His dick was still fucking erect.

It Started off sweet- an older guy paying me attention, buying me things, taking me out. Then he changed, he started not being so nice when we fucked. He made me gagg and choke on his dick. He would choke me while he fucked me and sometimes I would pass out. Eric would spank me so fucking hard it would leave big nasty purple bruises on my ass.

Eric also loved anal. Most times he would shove it in deep and dry, making me scream and cry for him to get his cock out of me. It would rip my asshole and my taint. That never worked though he only fucked me harder. I got so tired of him dicking me dry, and tearing my asshole apart. So I thought of a plan. I know…

Premeditated

I told him I had a surprise for him, and I wanted him completely naked. It took some convincing but he had to let me tie him up. I tied him up really good, knotting the ropes good and tight, making sure he couldn’t get free. Putting on some sexy music I gave him a naughty strip tease watching his cock spring to life.

My sexy, tight teen body swaying sexily to the music, I saunter over to him. Cupping his face in my hands and Slapping the shit out of him. He head jerks, and he looks at me licking his chops. My hand grips his naked cock, while I lick his lips with my tongue.

I spread my legs and squat this sweet box over his cock, rubbing my hard wet clit to and fro on his shaft. His cock sliding between my slicker than snot cunt lips. My nails digging into his flesh as I leave red marks on his chest. Long scratches all the way down to his belly. Eric winces. Shutting his eyes tightly as I mark him.

His dick gets so hard nestled between my cunt flaps. Eric is vulnerable. I look at him, so needy, almost whiny and think to myself. I submitted to this? This sorry piece of shit made me cum? I crawl up on him, and sit my pretty little pussy and ass down on his face.

I begin to bare down with my naughty bits. Poor Eric, well let’s just say I took his breath away. I started smothering that mother fucker. Which was better than he deserved. To be Killed by this ass and pussy was being too good to him really considering all the shit he had put me through over the last 7 months. I let all my weight down on Erics face, while he shudders and shakes beneath me.

First he was fighting to fuck me, then he was fighting for breath and now he is fighting for his life.

To bad. Im competetive, I always win. Death By Suffocation from ass and Pussy Like mine? Well that’s a win win situation if you ask me.