Cheerleader ripped apart and ravaged by a man sent by daddy

Bloody phone sex

At cheer practice I noticed you watching me, staring out through the bushes while I was jumping high, flipping and dancing. Jerking your shaft, your moans echoing through out school while we practiced. Sent by my daddy himself you had a nasty plan to take me out, rip me apart and show my daddy my shredded meat.

Stalking me in the parking lot you finally grabbed me on my way to the locker room. Still in my uniform you pinned me against the back wall, ripping my little skirt and pulling my hair,  With one hand on my neck you unzipped your pants, pushed my little panties to the side and took your rape fantasies out on me. I couldn’t scream with your gag, your fat nubby beer can cock ripping up my insides. This all brining me back to when daddy would do me the same every night, turning me on my stomach and thrusting his meat up my ass, shoving my face into the pillow so mommy wouldn’t wake.

I prefer this kind of fucking, it’s what I’m used to, even better that daddy sent you to crumble my little milky cookie. With my head bleeding and beaten against the wall, my skirt up to my stomach, my uniform covered and soaked you brutally blasted me.

Beaten and bloody, hot tight cooter leaking fecal cum down my legs.

Balls smacking against my ass while your digging for gold deep, cock tip hitting my stomach, telling me over and over “shut the fuck up bitch!”. Each spank and slap I start to quiver and shake pushing my tiny pocket soiled in bloody cum cooter into you.

With my team now watching me get humiliated by my daddy’s buddy in the back they began to laugh and point, playing with their clammy soiled twitching twats wishing they were the one’s getting bent. Exploding deep in my little cervix leaving me tight up, bloody and barely breathing.

Rena Is Taken As A Bondage Phone Sex Slave

Bondage phone sexRemembering that time I was Taken As a Bondage Phone Sex WhoreAs I was being held captive, bound tightly with ropes anthroughd gagged, my heart raced with fear and anticipation. The man who had kidnapped me, You, seemed to have a twisted sense of pleasure in seeing me like this. He approached me slowly, his eyes filled with lust as he ran his hands over my body. His touch sent shivers down my spine despite the terror coursing through my veins.

“You’re such a beautiful slut,” he whispered into my ear before pulling back to reveal a devilish grin on his face. “I can’t wait to dominate you.”

He began by untying the knots that held the ropes around me loosely enough for him to remove them one by one without any resistance from me – after all, I was completely at his mercy. Once free from the restraints, he pushed me onto a bed where more bondage equipment awaited: leather cuffs attached to chains hanging from the ceiling above it; an intricate web of straps crisscrossing across its surface; and various sex toys scattered about like treasures waiting for their unsuspecting victim(me).

Without asking or giving any warning whatsoever ,he proceeded to bind each limb separately using different types of restraints until every inch of skin was exposed except for where it mattered most – between my legs which remained hidden beneath layers upon layers orf latex clothing . My breath came out in short gasps as he worked methodically ,tauntingly teasing those areas that ached for release As he finished binding me up, I could feel myself trembling with anticipation and fear. My heart raced as he stood back to admire his handiwork, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“There you are, my beautiful slut,” he purred, running his hands over my body once more. “Now it’s time for some real fun.”

With that, he produced a leather flogger from behind his back and began striking my bare skin in strategic places – first across the tops of my thighs where they met at the groin area; then along the sides of each breast before moving down towards my stomach and lower back . Each strike sent shockwaves through every nerve ending ,making me moan involuntarily under its force. It felt like electricity coursing  veins as pleasure mixed with pain in an intoxicating cocktail .

Despite myself ,I found myself begging for more when You finally stopped after what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes in reality . Your voice was darkly seductive when You spoke again : “Tell me how much you want this ,Rena.”

Necrophilia Phone Sex is the Best Kind of Fucking

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex seems the easiest way to fuck. Most men can’t follow my basic rules. And I find them simple rules. Shut the fuck up. I am not the kind of woman who wants baby talk or even pillow talk. And two, don’t try to dominate me. I’m not a bitch. I find men to be a disappointment to me and I’m not even talking about cock size. Horny men can’t follow instructions, so I find it easier to kill them and fuck them afterwards.

As a statistic bitch, and a highly trained killer, I do not have the same level of needs as your typical woman. One, I don’t need romance. In fact, I don’t want romance. I find it cringe worthy. Stupid baby talk, cuddling, hand holding what fucking purpose does of any of that serve. I don’t want a relationship, and I don’t need one either.

Two I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can take care of myself. And third, I’m not out there looking for a man who can elevate my status in life. This bitch does not need to be a gold digger because I make my own money. Between snuff phone sex and murder for hire, I earn good money. So, I do not need a man to flip my bills.

The Best Cock to Fuck is a Dead Dick

Vanilla girls ruin men. They make them think all girls want romance and financial security. So, even when I meet a man who I think might be a quality fuck he makes the mistake of treating me like he treats all women. Rory lost his life last night. Don’t feel sorry for the sap ass because he deserved what he got. He agreed to my rules. And he even told me that he found my rules for sex to be like a breath of fresh air. Fuck me and leave. The assignment seemed simple enough to me.

As I rode his big dick, he called me baby. And he tried to slap my ass. So, I gave him a warning. But he did not heed that warning. He did the same damn thing again; it seemed instinctual to him. Listen up men not all girls want romance. Not all women want a caveman to dominate them in the bedroom. I just wanted a dick to fuck. And it seems like such a simple request. Yet, I find it so hard to find. So, the way I saw it, I needed to kill him to get the sex that I wanted.

Shut The Fuck Up and Don’t Touch Me are My Rules for Fucking

Since I prepared for a worst-case scenario, I had a knife under the pillow. And I needed it too. I slit his throat. But I kept riding his dick. Something you may not know. The human cock stays hard for about 45 minutes after death. And in that time the cock feels harder than anything. So that makes a dead dick the perfect cock to fuck.

Now sometimes I know I’m going to kill a man while I fuck him, but I had high hopes for Rory because I met him on the dark net. We shared a love for evil things. But like most men the fucking ruined it. So, I rode his dead dick while his blood splattered all over my face and tits until I orgasmed.

And I dragged his body out to the woods to feed the wildlife. He will just be another missing man. No body no crime. Sex with dead bodies seems peaceful. Fucking a corpse enables me to enjoy the sexual pleasure of a hard cock without a guy‘s mind or mouth ruining it for me. But most men do not want to lose their lives from sexual pleasure. And I get that.

So, if you want to fuck me, but you don’t want to die and listen to me. Shut the fuck up. Keep your hands to yourself. And never try to dominate me. If you can follow those basic rules, you might be able to fuck me and live to tell about it.

Blasphemy sex hails the Dark Lord with pussy blood

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is to serve the Dark Lord and gain demonic power. I do what I am told, and Master Daddy gave me the command to find our next sacrifice. A freshly ordained priest. A beacon of righteousness who met his end only because he thought I needed a savior! I played the innocent victim who was trapped by an evil man, using me for his evil pleasures.

The poor Priest was so naive. He was convinced that he could cleanse me of my sins and lead me back to the path of righteousness. He was a fool, and it was way too late to realize my sob story was just bait! He tried to leave, but my Master Daddy put a knife against his throat. He ordered us to take his cock out, and I started sucking it. He has a really nice dick; it’s a shame that he didn’t follow another path. He got hard so fast, which proves he is a pig just like the rest of us.

That cock was so hard, he was about to explode. Master Daddy stepped it up and ordered him to fuck my cunt for Satan. The Priest refused, so he got a slice on his cheek. He finally took the situation seriously and started fucking me. He was working that dick good. It was as if he was driven by some demonic possession; he found his rhythm, fucking me with a fervor that bordered on the divine.

Once he found his rhythm, Master Daddy stuck his dick in the Priest’s ass. We made a priest sandwich. He got a brutal ass fucking, each thrust, and the sharp blade sliced him. He was ordered to say he was a faggot whore for Satan, and he didn’t hesitate. He shouted as loud as he could. I think he was hoping that would save his life. But Master Daddy needed his blood, so after he shot his nut in that Priest’s ass, his throat was slit for Satan! Another Snuff sex sacrifice and such a highly valued one that my Master Daddy is more powerful than ever

Melt Your Brain With This Bloody Roleplay

Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex always gets my demented pussy off. One Of My favorite Roleplays is when I drag a sweet church going conservative barbie bitch to my house in the woods. Shes young and has a sexy tight body, her big blue eyes are the first things I pluck out of her face. I have her chained to a metal chair as I cut out here pretty eyes and sew them shut. Next I cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I seal it with super glue let the bitch die from thirst and starvation. I laugh at her and pull out a dildo I glued nails to and shove it up her virgin pussy hole. Her muffled screams get my pussy off.

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Her young bald little pussy is split open and in shreds as I fuck her bloody hole. I grab her small a cup tits and cut off her nipples and eat them whole. I love the meaty taste in my mouth. I moan and laugh at her slapping her in the face hard enough to leave a mark. Yes these mutilation phone sex fantasies make my evil pussy so wet I can feel my juices soaking my black thong.

Sadistic Phone Sex Get’s Satanically Evil with The Best 😈

When it comes to Sadistic Phone Sex with me, Morticia, things get dark. When things get dark they get fucking evil. I am talking here of the sadistically Satanic evil we will conjure together. This is in essence what I have been doing with B.

Sadistic Phone Sex

In the calls of Satanic conjuring B is staring coldly into the deadening eyes of Grace. It’s that has lost her soul now as I eat it and decapitate her as I conjure up the flames of Hell. Hell fire mother fucker this bitch is dead. In fact not only do I destroy Grace with decapitation but also her younger Sister. The little bitch Kylie will endure the same faith.

Sadistic Phone Sex Offers a One Way Ticket to Hell

When I say the same fate it is the fate of satanic sacrifice. The snuff sex we have is absolutely mind blowing into ritualistic sacrificial Snuff Sex of two dumb whores. The filthy loving joy of riding the dick of B as the succubus demon within me emerges and speaks in tongues so dark. As I slither and ride that dick into my demonic womb of filthy devilish lust we make the music of the Hells deepest abyss. 

The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of those lovers that fell from the graces of pleasure. Stare into that dead bitches eyes B. Grace has no more grace she has fallen into a filthy whore of Hell. With this bloodied axe I will lick the blade clean of that dead cunts blood and spat into B’s mouth as I lean in with my succubus lizardlike tongue and kiss him deeply. 

Finally the reality is the hypnotized entranced Mr. B is so deeply mesmerized by the swirling blood of the ex, her sister and that whore mother in law.

Now the pleasures grow stronger as we scream Fuck Jesus Christ and all Christianity and Hail fucking Satan! This is Blasphemy phone sex.

Fuck Jesus and god damnnit it all in the Hellfire of eternal doom is the fate of the three cunts that are now headless. Their heads and dead eyes stare on as we blasphemously fuck and I carve my initials in the form of a pentagram on B’s chest as it to mark him by the Beasts number one demoness.

For I am Morticia. The Queen of Sin God Damned then ALL!

Snuff sex

Accomplice Phone Sex is the Quickest Way to Young Pussy

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex secrets I take to my grave. I might share some details in a blog or on a call, but I never reveal my client or anything too specific that could identify my client either. I know how to protect and serve men. The things I did for my former master would make a Nazi feel sympathy for the victim. And I’ll be honest; I did not like kidnapping young girls for him because I knew what he would do to them. I’m the only one who survived because I used my street smarts. I did something he couldn’t do which was lure young girls to him.

Since I aged out for him, I needed to make myself useful. So, I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. Kidnapped over 100 young girls for him. And I even assisted a few times in their murder when they proved too difficult to manage. My former master thinks he broke me, but I just played the part waiting for the perfect opportunity to break free from his evil clutches. And I played the player. Bought my freedom. But it came with a high price tag.

Sometimes, Being the Accomplice Puts a Bullseye on My Back

Most days I’ve come to peace with what I’ve done. In the world I live in it’s the survival of the fittest. And I survived. He now hires me sometimes to assist in procuring him a young piece of meat to fuck. Young girls do not fall for his lines like they once did. He thought I could lure his teen dream away since he proved unsuccessful at doing so. I signed up for kidnapping phone sex. Get the girl, give him the girl, collect my money and go home and spend it. But I should’ve known things never go quite that easily for me.

He picked a fighter. This girl even showed stranger danger for a woman. So, I had to drug her. I prefer not to drug the girls and just let them follow me. Most of them do follow me. But this girl did not believe I was a talent scout for horror movies. So, I drugged her latte and carried her out of the mall. But I wore disguise. My dumbass did not realize who she kidnapped. I kidnapped the daughter of the biggest crime lord in town. Good thing I disguised myself and used fake plates on my car. But this one might come back to haunt me.

As an Accomplice, I Take the Risks So You Enjoy the Fun

I delivered her to my old master as promised. And I collected my money and thought I would go. But he wanted me to film everything and return her afterwards. This seemed to all be for revenge. Essentially two crime bosses getting personal. My former master made a teen rape porn movie with the teenage daughter of his rival. He drugged her some more to blur her memory and make her more compliant.

Clearly, the girl never fucked before. She bled like a stuck pig with the first thrust of his cock inside of her teenage cunt. I felt sorry for the girl. She’s just a pawn. But as my master said, her father made choices. He did not need to put his daughter at risk trying to steal some of master’s territory. That didn’t ease my guilt much. But I understand the game. I just did not want to be caught because her daddy strikes me as the kind of man who would skin me alive and pin me to a tree for the bugs to eat. I’m talking next level sadistic shit. So, I just hope I covered my tracks enough.

I drugged her and dumped her body in a public park because I wanted somebody to find her sooner rather than later. Master made me leave the video of him fucking her on her chest. I’m afraid to turn on the news. Perhaps, I should lay low for a few days because my former master put a huge bullseye on my back if that girl ever identifies me. Hopefully the drugs in her system work like they’re supposed to because I didn’t kidnap and helped torture over 100 teen girls for my former piece of shit master to go down like this.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex Adds Mayhem to your Mundane Life

Mutilation Phone Sex

The Things we do to make ourselves feel alive. Be them Dark and Depraved, they serve purpose. The shock and awe of Mutilation Phone Sex Calls, send me reeling on a high that is anything but synthetic. Jamie has been calling every week for a month now.  I’ve been a victim all my life, and he found solace in that.

It started off as a call like any other, He wanted to fuck my little teen dream twat and then, he wanted me dead. A Bloody scene we both created. Trading pokes, and stabs with blades of all kinds. We mirrored one another. The only difference was the tool we fancied to get the job done.

Both of us immensely turned on by the idea of causing the other pain. My cunt throbbed and grew slick with each and every pass of My blade on his skin. Laying him open, the sight of the blood. Made me ache.

See, Jamie. He liked playing with a big knife, large seratted blade that would tear my skin open, and it would chew and force my blood let. I, however chose a tiny, thin little razor to do my bidding. The quick slit, sting and burn of it coaxed that sweet crimson drip from his skin.

I’ve Never Been Squeamish

We violently mutilated one another. Thick slippery metallic tinges of red covered our flesh. So many little nicks, cuts and stabs. Both Feral, and so enamored with what we were doing. Primal is the perfect way to describe how we fucked.

A Mirror surrounded the bath tub in which we played. Skin covered in blood and plasma. We could admire the artwork we had marked the other with. His quivering cock slid deep into me from behind. I came within minutes. It was Dark, twisted and fucking sensual. No longer a want, it was a need.

Jamie’s cock anchored deep in my cunt. Thrashing deep, and knocking against My G-spot. I came again and again on him.  His hands slid over my throat, trying to grip to choke me. I watched in the mirror as he took me. Jamie was taking my essence. He fucked and fucked hard. Finally filling me with his cum.

Both of us staring wildly at the bloody Messes we created

But then again,

Monsters aren’t under the bed anymore, They are in the Mirror

Making Snuff Movies is How I Make Money, But I Might Die in One

snuff moviesI’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.

I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors

Most Days I am Too Desperate to Think About Consequences

But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.

The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

When Will I Learn to Say No

We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.

The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.

But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?

Let’s Have Some Roleplay Fun

Roleplay phone sex

 

I want you to break into my house and rape my fat juicy pussy and my tight anal. Pretend to be a robber who came to rob me for some of my sweet nectar. Grab me by my hair and throw me to the floor. Forcing me to put your cock in my mouth. Slap me when I don’t listen and spit in my mouth. Then shove your cock in there, face fucking me until I throw up all over your cock. Grab me by my neck and bring to the couch, forcing me to bend over exposing my fat pussy. Shove three fingers in my fat pussy and finger fuck me until my sweet nectar is dripping down your hand. Then make me lick my juices off your hand until it’s no more. Whisper in my ear how you own me now and i’ll be your dirty cum whore whenever you want. Forcing your big cock into my tight dripping fat pussy. Pounding me giving me no mercy, making sure I feel every inch of that big fat cock.