The intense joy of strangulation phone sex is often misunderstood. It’s not necessarily that I want to die. It’s the amazing high you start to feel when there is no air coming into your lungs. Combined with an intense arousal. The brain is such a funny thing sometimes instead of feeling pain it tries to hide it from you. I imagine my lungs suffer when I cut off the air supplies but I love the floaty feeling when they don’t get their oxygen fix. It’s worth all the discomfort when that high over takes my system. Wrapped that hand firmly around my neck, or slid a noose around my delicate neck and pull it tight. Sever my air supply and be the deciding factor on when and if I get it back.
Cut My Air Off
Snuff Sex with a Pain Slut
Snuff sex is the best sex with a dirty whore like me. I cannot explain the dark fantasies I have in my head or explain where they come from. Actually, I do know where they come from. They come from cocaine. I like to get high and let men like you fuck me up. It is not that I do not feel the pain when high. It is that I love the pain when high. I will let men do whatever the fuck they want to me when high. I often regret it the next day, but I never regret it in the moment. Last night, I was doing lines of coke with a couple guys I met online. Younger than me, but legal age. They just wanted to party with a pain slut and work on their bondage techniques. I was down for that. I love to be tied up. The more coke I snorted though, the higher I got and the more pain I wanted to feel. I made those boys cross their comfort level. They had no idea what a nasty freak I can be when high. Sure, they had no problem tying me up. They enjoyed that. But I made them fist my ass and burn me with their cigarettes. I even had them piss on my freshly burnt flesh. I think I gave them a taste for what it is like to fuck a taboo phone sex whore.
Sadistic Phone Sex Twisted Doll Maker
I wanted to create something and be crafty. I’m a sadistic phone sex bitch and a Queen Bitch at that. I am no fucking Martha Stewart, I’m more a surgeon and butcher. I love cutting up little girls and love my chainsaw. I have a real enjoyment of blood splattering good times too. They go hand and hand. So it’s only the obvious thing to play as a good protagonist and follow my hero’s style. It’s Mistress Gray Frankenstein is an appropriate thing. I obsess over Science and seeing how to reanimate things after piecing them together and cutting up bodies.
I had the cutest little girl and boy the other day. I was curious about making them into a special little dolly. I found a trashy whore I lured in with some cocaine. I also got myself a high roller that would pay to watch me destroy these three. He loved the blood show and sound of the chainsaw cutting bones. I loved standing over my victims in heels and my hot body barely covered.
I needed to pull an Elizabeth Bathory and have that blood splatter over my bare flesh. I drained them over a tub and bathed in their plasma and blood while i masturbated in the bath. I loved stitching the little boys cock onto the girls body and the breasts of the trashy whore on her too.
You can play with my Frankenwhore if your good. I added the hookers long legs to that little body also. My client loved fucking himself with that little limbs of my little victims and putting the whores vagina on the little boy’s bottom was a true move for the real money. He was ecstatic and tipped me a cool grand! I love my eccentric Millionaire clients they are the best!
A Twisted Power Play
I’ve had it the fuck up to here with these bratty bimbo bitches thinking they’re better than me. Any whore can see I’m the superior being. I’m strong, powerful, and twisted in the mind. I love the power of the hunt, it makes my pussy wetter than a fresh river of blood streaming from the jugular. I’m strong enough to overtake my victims, and to make sure they stay down when I put them down.
I’m twisted enough to dream up new and improved ways to torture, mutilate, and murder these pathetic meat bags during snuff phone sex. I love vile fantasies. I love making every single one of my nasty dreams come to life, and I’ll even cum if they’re horrific enough. Don’t show up at my door without a plan, honey. We’re going to fuck up some stupid bitch tonight. Impress me, and you can fuck this evil pussy, too.
I don’t get fucked nearly enough, but I really need some filthy bloody phone sex to even get close to cumming on the cock of a man. I used to have a sexy lumberjack boyfriend who’d help me butcher bodies until the cows came home. He and I, we spent so many nights playing in the hot, red wetness spilling forth from lifeless corpses. Blood gets me wet. Bring me something fresh.
Ass Rape Porn Star for My Boyfriend’s Friends
I am an ass rape porn star even when I do not want to be one. Most days, I do not mind giving up my ass. I love anal sex. But last night it was me and 10 men. I was trying to act like I was not in the mood for sex. I always am in the mood to fuck. I am just not always in the mood to be anally destroyed. They were friends of my boyfriend. They were over watching college basketball. I was hostess with the mostess. One of the guys spanked me across the ass and that is when it began. My boyfriend started bragging about my ass. He told his buddies that I have a big ass and it is still tight even though I am an anal whore. That conversation turned into a challenge to prove it and my boyfriend never backs down when challenged. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the couch and his friends made a gangbang rape porn movie with my asshole. Each guy took a turn pounding my ass and pumping it full of cum. They were drunk and high, so a few of them tried shoving two cocks in my ass at once. That fucking got my attention. I was crying, but the guys were enjoying sodomizing me. I was fuck meat. Just mindless entertainment and a place for the men to dump their seed. It felt amazing to be making my boyfriend’s friends feel good, but I will not lie. It hurt so much. My ass was prolapsing and gaping open. I knew I would not shit right again. I was not sure I would ever be tight again. When they could not cum anymore, they used their beer bottles instead. My ass was ruined over a challenge.
all these men
He made six men rape me then gutted me like a pig. I don’t know how I ended up here but I woke up unable to move with a gigantic cock fucking my ass. His throbbing hot cock was thrusting so deep inside of me. Before I could even think about screaming another man started hate fucking my face. he kept slamming it down my throat making me gag on it. I thought if maybe I did good enough they would let me go. So I sucked that cock like my life depended on it. I spit and gagged and chocked every fucking cock down that came my way. and I told all of these mother fuckers not to leave any cum left. I really started to enjoy myself. but the man in the corner did not like that. so he walked up flipped me over and stabbed this big black knife through my stomach and cut it hip to hip. then he made all of those men stand over me and cum into the wound.
Knife Play Phone Sex is My Thing
Knife play phone sex is my thing. I like to slice and dice. I am called the wicked butcher online and on the dark net. Venus is not my real name, but your probably guessed that. Girls must have some secrets, right? Only my family knows my real name. It is one of the ways I go undetected. I am a ghost. Back to my knives. I castrate. I stab. I cut. I slice. I dice. Sometimes I torture a victim, other times I kill them. My knives are my best friends and the only friends I ever need. I was on a killing spree last night. I was just in a mood. Let me tell you the snowstorm was my accomplice because it made people stuck and prevented them from escaping. It was like 0 degrees last night but there were folks out. I had my dad’s old tow truck as my cover, and I picked up a few different victims. My favorite though was a mom and her cute little girl. What kind of mother drags her angel out in a snowstorm to get booze and cigarettes? Not a mom who deserved to live. They got stuck in the snow, so I offered a lift home with the car in tow. I have many skills and loading a car on a tow is one of them. It was so dark, and the mom was already drunk as a skunk, so no one realized I was taking them to my kill shack. Mom was guzzling her straight vodka in the back. I carried her in the house and punched her, knocking her out. I put her brat in a dog cage. Made her watch while I put her pathetic mother out of her misery. I just stabbed her in the stomach and ripped her open. Gutted her like a pig and watched her bleed out. I swear her organs smelled of liquor. They were fermenting. The daughter was in the cage crying and screaming. I fed mom to the coyotes, then mopped up the floor. The little girl, I am saving for you. You can be my accomplice phone sex partner because I know you have a thought or two about what we can do to her.
Snuff Porn Turns Me On
The night I was taken by daddy was the night I learned exactly what snuff porn was. I was young and when he took me there was another girl waiting in the van. She looked like me, young, flat chested, blonde, untouched and so scared. We held on to each other as we drove through the night deep into the woods. When we got there the metal from the van doors was startling and she began to cry. Apparently, that was a huge turn on for daddy as he grabbed her out of the van first. He came back for me and led me into the barn doors. In front of me the girl was laid on a table, ropes attached to her hands and legs and a guy was videotaping her. Totally exposed and terrified she was crying hysterically. Daddy sat me in the chair and told me to sit still. I was scared but my curiosity was higher. I didn’t cry or scream or even flinch. I remained seated with my eyes fixated on her. Daddy’s friend came in and they took their time with her. I watched as they methodically tortured her. They climbed on top of her and forced themselves inside of her. They hit her and used her body for pleasure. They used razor blades to make small cuts on her body and pissed on them. She screamed so loud and with every scream they hurt her worse. I should have been terrified, but I was mesmerized at what they were doing to her. I watched them bite her and rip her tiny pussy and ass completely open. Blood poured from her rips. They rammed a dildo in her mouth knocking out her front teeth. I couldn’t move my eyes from this scene. A total blood bath but it made me excited. I guess daddy noticed and he came over and took my hand. He handed me a knife and told me to hold it to her throat. I did as I was told, so excited. Then the other man fucked her bloody pussy again. As he let out a moan daddy told me to do it. I instinctively knew and I slid that knife across her throat and watched her bleed out. I loved it and since then I have always loved getting guys off with dirty naughty accomplice phone sex.
Torture Phone Sex Princess
I may enjoy being the victim when it comes to torture phone sex, but every now and then, when I’m being tortured, I think about what it would be like to take my power back. Yes, I’m submissive by nature but nobody in life is a one-trick whore. So my mind takes me to this far away place where I am the one in charge. Where I am the one with the knives, whips, clamps, and hot candle wax. Oh and let’s not forget those dildos that are too big to fit in the holes my torturer intends them to be for. It really gets me through those times when I need my mind to wander.
The first thing I’d do is tie him up so tightly that his arms and legs can’t move at all just like he does to me. I wonder how he is feeling when he sees me break out the nipple clamps with sharp pins in them. I’m gonna twist them on really tight, just like he does to me and I hope his nipples bleed. And speaking of blood, I think I’m going to get a knife out and run it up and down his body to leave him with some scars just like he has done to me. The options are limitless and every time some fucker tortures me, I pick up new ideas of how I will inflict pain on my next victim.
Knife play phone sex slut
I was sitting on my bed, in my dorm room when the door slowly creaked open. I stood frozen in panic, in nothing but a tank top and g string panties as a strange man walked in. As he turned to lock the door, I caught sight of a big, sharp knife in his hand. He pushed me back onto my bed and told me that I better not try to fight back. He slid the blade down my body, slicing my panties off. He lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath. He pressed the blade into my throat and told me that he was going to force fuck my brains out. He then told me that I better beg, plead and pray if I wanted my pathetic life spared. I don’t think he realized that the dorm he had broken into belonged to a twisted, evil knife play phone sex whore. I was more than ready to be his snuff slut for the evening. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I begged him to stab that blade into my throat instead of begging for my life. He wrapped my sliced up g-string around my throat and started to strangle me with it as he was jamming his cock into my asshole. As I began to lose consciousness I could feel his hard dick dumping cum into me. He pulled the fabric tighter and watched as my face turned pale blue and then deep purple. When he felt my body go limp, he dropped me on my face and left to find his next victim. I wasn’t the first and I won’t be his last…