Rape phone sex fantasies. Forced to be a fuck toy , started off as a fun filled night, good music strong drinks and hot guys. When we first met you were sweet as can be, we danced all night almost until last call, I asked you to order me a stiff drink while I go pee. That’s where the mistake was made, you spiked my drink with some sort of drug, I still don’t know what it was. When I woke up I was chained to a table butt naked with my mouth gagged and I could not move. However I felt everything you did to my body, the electric shocks to my nipples hurt but nothing compared to the clit removal, yeah I have never experienced a pain like that in my young life after you fucked all my holes with yor cock and massive dildos you decided to mutilate my body before taking me out of my misery, using a scalpel you slowly sliced my sensitive clit and put it in a small jar filled with liquid, tears running down my face as you walk towards my bruised body.What is in store now I have no clue just make it quick and painless i have suffered enough.
Category: Bloody phone sex
I Have Suffered Enough
Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You
Bloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.
But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.
She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.
You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too
And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.
And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.
Accomplice hot oil torture with Mr. muff diver
My master loves to cum up with new ideas of how to torture his prey. He’s one sick fuck and doesn’t care if he ends us or not. Always leather bound and beaten, rape fantasies taken out on me daily, ripped up insides, he needs more whores now, uses me as his sexual slave accomplice
Being watched but catching another bitch, too easy for me. These new sluts, so scared, so timid. Master has us both and brings out a bowl, steaming hot, melting the floor. He covers us both, mutilation madness, dripping down our tits we both scream, whimper. This comes with a nice whipping, slapping, then dildos shoved up our tight little fannies. Pussy machines turned on ten, hot oiled again and again.
Running down our bodies into our leaky, clammy, hot, musty cunts. Legs spread so far out, abused and burned, our seeping, watering spooge filled little fudge packs. Master loves to run his tongue, twat twist munch, slurps us in and swallows. Sick fuck smiles from our sour taste, fingering and digging for more, his evil sizzling fantasy. Mr. master muff diver, bricked up cucked cock, did it again.
Sick Twisted Step Daddy Loves To Fuck
Teen rape porn has you fired up and ready to abuse my holes again, Ever since the first night being your new foster daughter you have been brutalizing my young cunt, Its never a dull night with you, it started out as regular abuse of my body but your really a sick fuck and your escalating, starting to use all types of foreign objects in all of my tight holes.Last night it was a champagne bottle I was so scared to move I just knew that if I contracted my tight pussy I would snap the bottle and that would not have been good.Tonight you came in my room with a hard cock and simply said its time , take off your panties. I saw the large dildo you had by your side, Now I am wondering which of my holes you plan to shove it in, I am praying it will be my cunt, once its all sloppy wet I am sure it won’t hurt me too bad, but with my luck and your sick twisted mind I never know what you have planned. Please be gentle. I was a good girl today, stepdaddy.
Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated
Guys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.
I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.
Manhood is Overrated
And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.
Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.
Babysitter Phone Sex Provides You with a Sweet Young Thing to Destroy
Being a bad babysitter phone sex babe puts me in high demand. Men need access to tiny holes. And posing as a babysitter is a perfect cover to scope out new talent for perverted old men like Steve. We go way back to when I was 19 and doing BDSM porn. We acted in a few scenes together. The older he got the more interest he had in little girls.
Now Steve is a bad ass man. He knows how to use whips and chains. And he can beat a girl without leaving a mark on the outside. Honestly, he scares me a bit. He can be pure evil when he wants. So, I stay on his good side. We had not spoken in a while, but he called me up last week and told me he needed a model for a teen rape porn. And he wanted her scared, innocent and fighting.
So, I knew what that meant. I needed to pose as a babysitter and kidnap a little angel for him to ruin. And I found Heather, a super young blonde girl who could melt anyone’s heart with her big smile and beautiful green eyes. She could be a model. I knew Steve would love ruining her. I did not like it, but I focused on the money. She reminded me of myself when I was young. Back before life went to shit for me.
Being the Accomplice is So Much Fun
I drugged her after the parents left. And when she passed out, I drove her to Steve’s place. She woke up tied to a table and naked. I told her to be a good girl, and she would live. Even though I knew that was a lie because when making his own movies, Steve leans towards snuff porn. Don’t leave a witness. And he didn’t.
He fucked this poor girl to death. Tore open her pussy with some rough sex. Same for her asshole too. Both holes gaped open and bleeding profusely. And I caught it all on film. Even captured the moment he slit her throat. I would be lying if I said seeing her getting abused did not excite me a little. It was not me. And I got paid well.
Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the snuff slut
I love being told that my mutilation phone sex stories are infecting a man’s mind and tormenting him, even when I’m not available for his call. The thought of this certain caller beating his dick and fantasizing about me torturing his wife, is enough to make my slut cunt gush and drip all in my panties. Our kinky and evil roleplays stay in my mind for days as well. Especially the calls where I get to mutilate that stupid bitch while he’s drilling my cunt from behind. I bend over so that my hot pussy is spread open to take his dick and let him grudge fuck me in perfect rhythm to the blows raining down on his stupid bitch as I crush her skull in with my baseball bat. The harder he fucks me, the more pain I’ll inflict on her. My hot pussy gripping around his dick will squeeze so good that he’ll never want to stop fucking me. I’ll slice this bitch open, rip out her organs and play in her guts, all while taking her man’s dick and making him worship the dark Master with me. I need more men willing to let me snuff their wives while they fuck me. Are you dark enough to entertain an evil, temptress whore like me?
Meat locker lockup leads to pound town
You filthy bastard, locking me up with the dead hanging above my head. Humans, animals, skulls all kinds of body parts, dripping, bloody, covering my cold naked body that you’ve been torturing for hours already.
My master is a sick fuck, and is always willing to lend me out to other men who are masters too, like you? You wanna cum play? He sits back with his shades on, stroking his fat shaft as I’m throating a fatty nob, and getting fucked in the ass at the same time. Sweating, jerking, begging them to stop. You love this shit, and my little sliced and diced clam is so torn, spewing bloody cum drops. Meat market lockup turns me out, twisting my gutted pussy rusted raw. Thrusting me into submission, I can’t get out of this evil fucking filthy dead den, covered in cum blood, spit jizz and raw meat.
Smacked in my face with ribs every time I try to resist, butt plug chained to the wall, on my stomach with my legs spread, taking that dick in, letting them blow me off, over and over. Choked out, barely breathing, I reach up for help, would you like to be my master?
Teasing Teacup: The Power of Petite
🌟 A Petite Package of Pleasure 🌟
You know what they say, good things come in small packages, and baby, I’m the epitome of that. I’m a teacup with a surprise inside—a sexy, sassy one at that. My body is a work of art, a delicate masterpiece designed to drive you wild. Let’s start with my ass, a perfectly round, firm peach that you’d love to bury your face in, but you know what, you’re not worthy. My tiny tits with their adorable pink nipples? They’re a sight to behold, and I can see the hunger in your eyes, but keep dreaming, you pathetic loser.
And don’t even get me started on my pussy. It’s so tight, so pristine, it might just split your tiny dick in half. Yes, I said it, your pathetic little carrot dick. You should be grateful I even acknowledge its existence.
Speaking of existence, what’s the deal with yours? You call that a dick? I’ve seen bigger caterpillars. It’s a wonder you can even find it in your pants. Maybe you should consider upgrading, or at least learning some tricks to satisfy a real woman like me.
Your breath? Disgusting. I bet you’ve been sucking dicks all day, trying to compensate for your lack of size. Newsflash, it’s not working. Invest in some mints, or better yet, just shut up and listen. Don’t even think about looking at me directly. You don’t have the privilege. Turn your head, you pathetic excuse for a man. I don’t want your beady eyes ogling my perfection. Now, if you want a chance to even breathe the same air as me, you’d better start tipping big and showering me with gifts. And if you really want to impress me, send me a video of you fucking your dumb ass with a toilet brush. That might earn you a tiny bit of my attention.
But touch me? Ha! In your wildest dreams, loser. I’m the prize you can only admire from afar. So, keep dreaming, keep wishing, but remember, you’ll never have me. I’m a teacup full of temptation, and you, my dear, are not invited to the tea party. 😘🎀
Taboo Phone Sex Might Just Cost You Your Balls
Taboo phone sex is the only kind for me. No vanilla shit is offered here. Men are stupid. They see a Goth girl and think they can just fuck her. Like we are desperate for their fucking average cock. And men who think no means yes. I guess they did not get the memo that no means no.
So, when Gary hit on me at a bar last night, I knew he would get a free ball removal from me. Now, if he had understood no meant no, he would still have his testicles. But this asshole kept pressing his luck. And finally, I let him think he wore me out. Sometimes, men act so pathetic and desperate. I guess they are a slave to their dicks.
Balls are a Privilege Not a Right
Well, Gary will no longer be a slave to his balls because he no longer has them. So that means his dick will never get hard again. Without the balls, the dick hangs like a limp noodle forever. I went back to Gary’s place with him. I’m always strapped with knives, so no one ever gets away with anything with me. I convinced the loser to 69 with me. The first time I ever had a loser’s balls that close to my face, but I did not want him to see the castration phone sex coming. And he did not see it coming either.
His dick and his balls dangled in front of my face. Even though I did not want him anywhere near my cunt, I needed him to learn a lesson. So, I sucked it up. Although, I planned on using my knife to cut his balls off, I had a change of heart. I still planned on castrating him. But instead of my knife, I decided to bite his balls off. It’s messy. And painful. But fun. At least fun for me.
Men Who Do Not Take No for an Answer Lose Their Balls
My teeth tore through that thin skin at the base of his cock. He tried to get off me, but like a Pitbull, I did not let go. He could not shake me. Once my teeth managed to rip his ball sack off, I pushed him off me. He covered my face in blood. Not the first time. And it will not be the last time that someone’s blood coated my body. He laid on the other side of the bed like a rag doll. Limp and looking dead. But I did not kill him. He just went into the shock from the loss of blood and pain.
I cauterized the wound with a lighter. Then I left. Although I could have enjoyed the torture sex longer, I wanted to wash his blood off me. And the smell of his worthless sack. Luckily, I never got pulled over. A cop would know by the look of me that I committed a crime. Hopefully Gary learned a lesson, even if he learned it the hard way.