Category: Bloody phone sex

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Do you really think your sad excuse of a dick would go inside me?

Fuck no!

It’s so fucking small, worthless, and useless; you’re better off without it!

No woman would ever want that disgusting thing in her mouth.

You don’t even deserve to be horny with that pathetic thing in between your legs.

I’ll dig my nails in your balls and castrate you myself.

Turn you into some pathetic fag who can’t get hard anymore.

You don’t deserve to enjoy sex anyway; your cock is too small.

Just turn you into my Ken doll, with nothing in your pants.

That’s the sad life you deserve.

Cutting off your testosterone is really turning you into some invalid no woman would ever want to fuck!

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Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Women Enjoy Too

violent phone sexMany men harbor violent phone sex fantasies. And in my experience those violent fantasies keep increasing. I think the crazier the world gets the more stressful men feel. And men work through stress with violent fantasies. They either want to kill someone, force fuck someone, or beat the crap out of someone. However, men are not the only ones with those fantasies. Sometimes I want to throat punch a bitch.

As a sexy switch, I’ve been on both sides of the violence. But now I’m spoiled as the accomplice. So, I prefer to help you with your violent fantasies than be on the other end of your fist. Usually, men hire me as the accomplice when they want to fuck something young and tender. And a few women have hired me to assist them with a violent boyfriend, or husband. Yet other times, I just help a bitch out because she needs the help.

When I went to the club last night, I already felt at my wits end. Just one of those days that steamrolled me. One annoying little mishap after another. And I wanted to throat punch somebody. Then this douche bag walked into the club. Total loser. We hate this guy.

He managed to get himself blocked from the club for a year and I really don’t understand why the owner let him back. He’s somewhat of a local celebrity. But everybody knows he gambled away most of his fortune. Now he comes into the club and expects free shit, including lap dances because of who he was 30 fucking years ago.

Some Days, You Just Do Not Want to Fuck with Me

He gave one of my new girls shit. More shit than he usually gives. Not the day to fuck with me, I told him. He spit on me. And in my face too. That was all I could take. Killer phone sex rage consumed me. So, I kicked him hard enough in the balls that he fell to his knees. And then I started punching. Me, a blonde bimbo in stripper heels. I do yoga and Pilates. I don’t bench press my weight. But so much rage came out of me that I didn’t realize how hard I punched him in the face.

The stripper looked at me mortified because I was coated in this loser’s blood. Oops. I didn’t kill him. Not in the club at least. The bouncer helped me take him out to the alley. He’s helped me in situations like this before. So, I got into the van with the bouncer, avoiding the cameras, and we took him to the middle of the woods.

The bouncer gave me a baseball bat and told me to treat him like I was in a rage rooms. The bouncer encouraged me to murder this guy because he knew this guy well enough to know I would end up in prison for assaulting him. And the club might close too.

A Woman Is Capable of Extreme Violence Too

Fuck my life. My day just kept steam rolling out of control. I wouldn’t survive one day in prison. So, I took that baseball bat and completely crushed his skull. In fact, his brain matter splattered all over me. I felt bad because I made my bouncer an accomplice to my crime. I didn’t premeditate this. But I knew what kind of mood I was in. And I should’ve restrained myself. But once he spit in my face, I went off like a powder keg.

I guess I’m just as capable of impulsive violent tendencies as a man. This marked the first time I killed somebody not in self-defense. Or being paid as an accomplice. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no saint. I’ve helped men do some very awful things to young girls. But rage murder? This felt like a first.

But I admit how good it felt. I’m not saying this guy deserved snuff sex, but he’s not a good human being. Nobody’s going to miss him except for maybe his bookies. But I did discover that I am just as capable of violent rage as most of my callers and clients. So, men, don’t piss me off. I’ve got a taste for blood now and I think I like it.

Leaving My Mark With Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexI ordered more knives today for my knife play phone sex calls. I go through them quite a bit as I have a carving fetish leaving my signature mark in men and women and little brats after I use them for my pleasure.  There is something that makes my cunt start watering seeing that sharp knife pierce the skin opening up that flesh.  Watching the flesh open up is kind of like a cunt opening up from a slit and seeing that pinkness in the pussy start popping up.

The flesh is the same. I love the flesh of humans and the warmth in the blood makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. When you pierce the skin more like a dagger, you will see the blood squirting out all over like a cunt squirts when a cock has been penetrating that fuck hole over and over. Brutally slamming it in and out at a pace that seems to be like a race for time.  Only this is just an owner of the cock taking out every single frustration felt in that time through his hard penis slamming into the deep dark hole that is the woman’s cunt.  Yes the blood squirts like the womanly juices produced from a nice ol’ fashion fucking.

My thing is I like carvnig my signature X on their bodies with a Heart and a D. I leave my mark when they encounter me. Sometimes I’m carving on a cunt, some of my favorite works of art are on a woman’s cunt. I like to drug them up so they are passed out and then I can really get those carvings deep.

I’ll carve on the cocks and balls of guys I fuck too.  Sometimes even an ass. When I run out of time, I skip the genitals all together and have been known to do it right on a face, I could really give a fuck! It just makes my cunt explode seeing the mutilation phone sex i create from my sick evl twisted mind!

Castration Phone Sex Gives Me the Right to Revoke Your Man Card

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty for a reason. I am firm believer that your dick is a privilege not an entitlement. And since I do not think that men are entitled to dicks, I take them at my discretion. I castrate men for a variety of reasons. But the number one reason is trying to force yourself on me or another Goth girl. But I also castrate men with tiny dicks and big dick energy. I castrate men for being serial losers too. Honestly, you could look at me funny and I’ll take your balls.

Neutering men is what I do best. I’m not exactly pro woman. In fact, I hate most people. But I feel a certain need to protect women who cannot protect themselves. When I say I’m always carrying, I mean I’m always packing at least four or five knives strapped to my body for emergencies. You just never know anymore. Men spout off this your body, my choice, bullshit more, and I need to be prepared for the incel douchebags.

Sometimes those knives come in handy when I meet a complete loser who needs to be neutered. Without my knives, I could not effectively accomplish that procedure. Lou thought he was a smooth operator. But I saw him coming a mile away. He’s the kind of guy I love the most. So, cock and ball torture sex comes easily when I meet men like him. Self-entitled, rich douche bags with tiny dicks, who drug women, get free castration sex from me every time.

It Does Not Take Much for Me to Revoke Your Man Card

I watched Lou slip something into this Goth girl’s drink when she went to the restroom. So, I walked over to where he sat and accidentally on purpose tripped in front of him so I could slip something into his drink. Something I knew might be more potent than whatever he gave her. I apologized profusely for being accident prone and went back to the bar to drink my vermouth.

The drugs kicked in about an hour later. I got the bartender to help the young Goth girl. And I took care of the predator. I think the drugs worked so well that he didn’t even realize I was not the girl whose drink he drugged. Got him into my car and drove him to my place so I could remove his balls. I decided to go through his phone. Some little voice inside of me told me too. I found hundreds of pictures of passed out women naked that he came all over. The douche bag filmed himself with these women.

For a moment I thought about sending these pictures to the police, but then I decided not only to take his balls, but to take his life too. The only way for justice to prevail is to kill the serial predators. He woke up, strapped to my surgical table. I had a wood plank holding his dick up. My plan required him to be wide awake so he could both see and feel me take a hammer to the head of his dick.

I Have Castrated Men for Myriad Reasons

This guy didn’t deserve a clean surgical castration. Perhaps you could say in that moment I felt like a vigilante. I told him how we met, what I saw him do, and what his telephone revealed to me. Then I smashed the head of that cock so hard it spit out blood. His blood curdling screams aroused me. So, I pulverized his dick with a hammer. It flattened like a pancake. I took that hammer to his balls and busted each testicle. Although he kept passing out, I woke him back up. He needed to feel this.

Once I destroyed his cock in his balls, I slit his throat. I knew he could not live once I saw what he keeps on his phone. But I wanted him to feel immense pain before I killed him. Men having an unhealthy obsession with their dick and balls.

So, I wanted him to know he would never fuck again before I killed him. I wanted him to think that there might be a chance he would live and not become a snuff porn star. Most killers don’t go through the trouble of inflicting that level of pain before they murder their target. They just kill. I see no fun in that. But then I’m a different breed of killer.

Stephanie gets snuffed out

evil phone sex

The strange man dragged me into the basement by my hair. I could feel my scalp tearing as I kicked and fought against his grip. He bashed my face into the floor, busting my lip and smashing out a few of my teeth. Blood dripped from my mouth while his rough hands tore my clothes off.He ripped my shirt first, exposing my tits.

I was already bruised and scrapped up from fighting against him.

Next was my skirt. After tearing it from my body, he took a knife and sliced my panties off. He forced my legs apart and shoved his dick into my pussy. I cried and screamed as he pounded into my cunt. He gripped a hand around my throat and squeezed so hard that my tongue stuck out from my mouth. I couldn’t breathe and could barely move.

I clawed at his hand around my throat but couldn’t get free from his grip. My face turned blue and then purple as he squeezed harder and tighter. Spit and blood hung from my mouth in slimy strings. My head slammed against the ground with everything thrust but he didn’t care.

He finally blew his load in me and then loosened his grip. I laid there slowly coming back into consciousness until he wrapped a belt around my neck and pulled it as tightly as he could. My entire body shook violently as he strangled the life out of me.

I could feel my eyes bulging from the sockets as the belt cut into my throat. My bladder released and urine puddled underneath me as my body went into convulsions. I eventually went limp and only then did he release the belt around my neck and let my body fall to the ground.

I landed on the ground with a dull thud as he vanished into the world like nothing ever happened.

Accomplice Whore Rena Helps Get Some Young Pussy

accomplice phone sexAs the snuff accomplice phone sexwhore, my job is to ensure that every client’s desires are met, no matter how depraved or taboo they may seem. Today’s request was particularly twisteda man wanted me to bring him a young girl for his pleasure. I knew exactly what he had in mind and wasn’t squeamish about it; after all, this kind of thing happens more often than you might think in our line of work.

I scoured through my network until I found someone suitable – an underage runaway with nowhere else to go who would do anything for money and drugs. She didn’t know she was being sold into sexual slavery but soon enough her innocence would be stripped away by the man waiting eagerly at home base camp location. His rock hard cock waiting for her tight little body to be handed to him basically on a silver platter. Like I had done for him to get off using little brats for as long as I’ve known him. I got her fucked up to make using her a breeze. She was in and out of being coherent.

. The girl sat nervously between us, not knowing what fate awaited her but too high on drugs to care much about it at this point. I stripped her down naked.  She looked like a little whore, her tight cunt ready to be manhandled by my man.

“Alright sweetheart,”  It was time for a new owner of her body to take over. To take her innocence through those tight slut holes. To change her, to own her. I loved handing him a body of a small cum dumpster on a platter. Too fucking easy!

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex is So Much Fun

babysitter phone sexI love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Babysitting is so easy nowadays because of these online babysitter groups and apps. When I was a young girl, I could only babysit like the brats of somebody I knew like a neighbor. With these online babysitter forums, it’s so easy to create fake references and use fake IDs.

Thanks to a friend of mine, I own over 50 different fake ids. And I never use the same ID twice. Every ID has a different name and look. I’ve even been known to strap my tits down and use a prosthetic nose and colored contacts to alter my looks too.

It keeps me undetected. And I don’t do this often, maybe six or seven times a year. I accept money from a man who wants to fuck something young. I’m not a mother so I can’t just give them one of my brats to fuck. Most parents seem so oblivious. They don’t even realize somebody violated their little one. But that is partially because I’m an excellent accomplice phone sex partner. I clean up all traces of DNA. And I arrive prepared for cleanup.

A Good Accomplice Cleans Up Your Mess

Dave wanted to fuck a very young boy butt. So, I looked around for gigs that had a boy the right age for him. He wanted and age were from behind; you don’t know if you’re fucking a little boy or a little girl. And I found him a little Hispanic boy. Parents look affluent and I found the little boy adorable. Cutest little bubble butt on him which I knew would drive my client wild.

Parents wouldn’t be back until around two or 3 AM cause they went out of town for a wedding. I gave the boy my special milk cocktail that lets the little ones sleep through anything even anal sex. I texted my client how to sneak in from the back undetected. The only problem nowadays is that almost everybody owns either a ring camera on their door or security cameras everywhere. But part of my kit includes a camera detector. I could sneak him in, and no one would know a thing.

Some Men Prefer the Company of Boy Butt

I lubed up the boy, and guided my client’s cock in. And the boy slept through it. He slept through anal penetration. I become a better mixologist with this cocktail every time. The boy became my client’s ass rape porn star and wouldn’t remember a thing. My client dumped his ass full of cum too.

You might be wondering how I clean up the evidence. It’s a two-part strategy. I suck up the cum with a turkey baster because the ass gapes open for a little while once the cock comes out. And then I use a douche to wipe away any other traces. Then I follow that up by using the baster again filled with warm water to neutralize the douche smell. I told you I was great accomplice.

Dave enjoyed the night. And once he left, I was $30,000 richer. I spent about two hours on cleanup and the boys slept through that too. But the boy appeared fast asleep when his parents finally got home. They paid me 100 bucks for the night, but I didn’t need the money. At least I didn’t need the babysitting money. But I took it.

I played my part. When the boy wakes up with a sore butt, his parents will think anything other than the babysitter let some strange man violate their son’s bubble butt. Parents never think that and I never leave them with a reason to think that.

Blasphemy Phone Sex where you fuck me with a crucifix!

Blasphemy Phone Sex

Blasphemy Phone Sex where you fuck me with a crucifix!

That’s right, I want to break into a church in the middle of the night, and you fuck me on the altar.

Stick Jesus’s dying body on the cross so far up into my ass!

I want to feel the outline of his hanging body inside my anal canal!

Fuck me to take my sins away, God!

Blasphemy Phone Sex

I want to smear filth over the crucifix, covering every divot and crack.

I’m not some good little girl, I’m a nasty sinning mother fucker!

Pull Jesus out from my ass and put it on the ground.

I’m going to squat over and take a fat piss on him.

I want you to piss on him too.

Now you better fuck me raw and breed me on this altar.

I want him to see us desecrate his place of worship.

Get squirt and sperm everywhere for when they have church in the morning!

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Bloody phone sex was fun because she didn’t make it

Bloody phone sex nymphomaniac has a disturbingly large collection of knives and victims… Every single one of those shiny blades has left its mark on a desperate slut’s battered pussy.

But when a particularly juicy prospect strolls into my web, eager to submit to my depraved desires, that’s when the real fun begins. Their screams of agony and terror get me wetter, as I plunge metal after metal into their quivering cunts.

The coppery scent of blood smells so good!Bloody phone sex

And it makes me lose control. So I mounted on that bloody mound and grinded as hard as possible. Rubbing my slippery snatch all over a gushing axe wound makes me cum so hard.

As I scissor and pin, my clit grinding against the slick, bloody gash, I want you to take my butcher knife right to her neck. Slice her throat open and fuck the wound. I want the last thing this Snuff sex bitch to see is my beautiful face!