Snuff Phone Sex Whore Rena Gets Snuffed Out in a Hot Call

During a recent snuff phone sex call, I was soaked by the end of it. From minute I heard that deep voice on the other end, my cunt was dripping wet as II bit my bottom lip, savoring the power of this moment as I played with myself underneath my sheets. “I was hoping we could have some fun together,” I whispered suggestively. “You know…roleplay something naughty?”

He groaned audibly over the phone before asking what exactly did I have in mind? My heart raced as an idea formed in my head; one that would push both our boundaries but also satisfy our darkest desires at once – snuff play! It wasn’t something we had ever discussed before but from past conversations about taboo topics like this one, he seemed open-minded enough to entertain it now! So without hesitation or fear for rejection because after all who cares if they say no when their life is already over anyway right?..I said: “How about you tie me up tightly then choke me until i pass out?”

There was silence on his end for few seconds which made me nervous yet excited too because maybe he really would go through with it! Finally he spoke again saying how twisted yet are usingly hot the idea was. He asked if I was sure about this and I reassured him that yes, more than ever before! We discussed details like how tight should he make the knots, what kind of rope would be best for binding my wrists and ankles securely yet comfortably enough so they wouldn’t cut into my skin too much during our ‘game’. As we spoke dirty to each other over phone lines getting wetter by minute anticipation grew inside both of us until finally…

“Alright baby girl,” he said in a low voice filled with lustful menace. “Time to play your little game.”

I gasped as his strong hands bound me tightly; it hurt but also felt amazing knowing someone wanted me so much that they were willing to take control like this. The pressure around my neck increased gradually until all consciousness faded away leaving only pleasure behind…and then nothing at all.snuff phone sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex Murder is the Best Snuff Fantasy

With a taboo hot time like Kidnapping phone sex I get excited. When I get excited my pussy gets wet. and this wet whore pussy is glistening and open with the thoughts of being violated violently I tend to get hard nipples.

Obviously my body will always ruin my denial of wanting the violent fucking men wish to serve me. Well, really I am here to serve their needs. So when I am encountered in a dark corridor walking home from the club, it serves me right.

Some would like to say that I am setting myself up for these situations of torture and violation. Maybe that is true. After all the subconscious mind is more in control than most realize. My wildest wet dreams are always bloody and violent.

Just last night I was grabbed from the street and pulled into a dark alley. These two guys were relentless in their groping at my tits. Hand over my mouth and switchblade to my neck. My body was squeezed, pinched, slapped, punched and even cut.

Finally after their foreplay of beating the fuck out of me they fucked me. One big dick in my ass making me moan like a whore while the other took my cunt. My fucking whore body pissed them off because I came as their rape fantasy was ruined due to me liking it.

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Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Evil Teen’s Torture: Cock Mutilation Bliss

Hey, you sick fucks, I’m here to talk about some twisted shit, a phone sex fantasy for the fucked-up, you perverted bastards. I’m your goth teen, a dark mistress, here to bring pain, you filthy freaks.

I get off on seeing men’s cocks mutilated, a sick pleasure, a bloody delight, you twisted fucks. Your pain is my fucking joy, a sinister game, and I’ll go to extreme lengths, you pathetic perverts. Like that cheating bastard who felt my wrath, a gasoline enema, a burning reminder, you dumb fools.Step into my dungeon, a realm of torture, where your cock is just the beginning, you worthless freaks. I’ll use my tools, whips and chains, to bring you to the brink, a painful thrill, you masochistic fucks. Your screams are music to my ears, a symphony of agony, as I push your limits, you twisted Bitch.

Think you can handle the extreme? Your cock, a useless piece of meat, will bow to my will, a torturous delight, you filthy bastards. I’ll give you a taste of hell, a bloody pleasure, and laugh as you suffer, you sick fucks.

Home invasion turns into a good fuck

Home invasion phone sex

You decided to do some fucked up shit and break-in to my house, little did you know that home invasion phone sex turns me on. You picked the wrong house to do your bad deeds.

After hearing my window break I jumped outa bed and grabbed my bat, and there you were with a mask on, dressed in black. You didn’t put up a big fight so I bashed you on the head, knocked your ass out!

When you woke up you were tied up by your hands and feet, naked. “Awww, you little bitch thought you could have rape fantasies with me?!” You’re scared and shaking as I grab onto your cock, all bloody from your head injury. I begin to stroke it using your own blood, spitting on your cock head for extra lube, violating and assaulting you.

I forcibly sit down on top of you, grinding my tight wet bald pussy, this shit turns me on! You’re whimpering and crying as I’m getting off. I grab a dog color and leash and secure your neck, pulling you closer to me as I ride you like the little bitch boy you are, squirting all over your dick, thighs, leaving you drenched.

Think I’m gonna leave you right where you are for a little torture for later……

Knife Play Phone Sex Earned Me the Nickname the Wicked Butcher

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.

Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.

I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects.  She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.

Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others

Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.

It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.

Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up.

Mutilation phone sex            Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up. The first thing I am going to do is mutilate your inner thigh, just missing the artery. After all, don’t want you to go before the fun is over. Another key point to remember is manners.

            Did you know that everything can be controlled in the brain. In fact, mutilating your skull will grant me access. Take the top of the skull off. At the same time, order you to mutilate your very own cock. Tie up the balls.

            As soon as I have the cap off, I’m going to cut out a piece of your brain. Frontal lobe does sound like a good place to start. It must be remembered that Hannible Lecture would know more about the brain. Where to begin. With this in mind, I do believe I will continue with his work.  

            Like as I mutilate and fuck you going to feed you your own balls and brains. After all, it is what the good Dr. Lecture would want me to do. Have a dinner party. Invite another to play. Accomplice phone sex with a second whore involved. Now we have two of us.

            Shall I feed you to her before we finally snuff you and fuck you. After all necrophilia is a fetish that we both do so like to do. A stiff cock that will never go down again.

Blasphemy Phone Sex gives me nightmares… that I cum to.

Blasphemy Phone Sex

I know I’m not like normal girls. Where they have nightmares about their boyfriends breaking up with them. Or showing up somewhere with no pants.

I’m one who relishes in the fantasies of being strapped to 4 horses and being pulled apart. Or drawn and quartered. Maybe even gutted and used as bait for bears.

However, in a recent blasphemy phone sex moment, I was made to ravage myself into a bloody good end. Leaving my body a destroyed mess when he was done. Possibly the best one so far.

Starting with just some more state of the art pussy and titty torture with gator clips. He had me using a knife on my body to make those tiny little cuts to get the blood flowing. Also pulling on the clips to rip skin and flesh away from my body as I would gasp with ecstasy.

And those ice picks. Stabbing them into the nipples and pushing till I hit the rib cage. The thought of that pain and pleasure mixed with the endorphin high had me wanting more. I do come hard for him, moaning and choking as I have to slit my own throat at his behest.

As like always, though, I expire in a moment of bliss for him as he cums on my body. Leaving his own mark for me to remember the next time.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Deadly

Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.

So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.

I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.

Breath Play and Strangle Fantasies are Hot with the Right Partner

She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.

But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.

Sex with dead bodies is something Master & I can’t stop

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies, the taste of death on his lips is pure ecstasy. My Master gave me this addiction, forced me at first and now I crave it constantly.  

With each new torture session, I could taste the fear in the air. The victims, locked in their final moments, begging for mercy, I became increasingly aroused. I was familiar with the routine, and it excited me more than anything.

As I felt myself getting hotter, I relished the sight of Master slicing through her skin with a rusted scalpel, the smell of her thick blood permeating the room. The woman would whimper as he dipped the blade in her now empty eye socket, me cutting in as well, making her writhe in a mix of searing pain and increasing sexual pleasure.

She was mine to devour, and I knew it. I reveled in her screams, the sound echoing through the room, fueling my own dark desires. I felt compelled to come closer, to explore this strange allure that her body held in its new, lifeless state.

When the poor soul finally let out her final gasp, the room became eerily still. Master turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, my dear, that’s the last one. Any requests for the next batch?” He asked playfully, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he tugged at the chains binding me.

“Alive, of course,” I whispered, my eyes wide and innocent behind the facade of my eagerness. Master knew exactly what I wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Master allowed me to have a taste of our sweet victim. I got on top of her, I could feel the warmth draining from her cunt. I grinded, harder and harder. I climaxed but I kept going. It’s not enough just one. If I am a good Snuff sex slave he will allow me to cum hundreds of times. And when I am riding a dead body, I definitely do.