If home invasion phone sex calls make your dick twitch then I’m at your service as a kinky accomplice whore. I’m an evil, no limits slut and I like my calls as dark and twisted as I am! I’m ready to kick a door in and tie up some little young sluts so that we can torture them together! I’ve had my eye on the two little brats next door for a while now. Their mommy leaves them sleeping at home alone every night while she goes off to work, assuming they’re safe in their beds. She has no idea what evil lurks right next door. I’m over here every night, ramming a fat dildo in my cunt and telling random phone fucks about how badly I want to abuse those girls. Maybe you can be the dark daddy that finally talks me into walking over there, smashing my way into the house and torturing those innocent, little brats for you. I’m ready to hold them down and have you force fuck their tiny holes while I’m strangling them with their panties and slashing into them with my knife. I have a thick dildo with metal spikes all the way around it and I’m about to force fuck these little bitches until their tiny cunnies look like bloody piles of ground up meat! Cum on Daddy, maybe you’re close enough to actually join me and you can help me rip them wide open and then tear them apart! My pussy is already soaking wet just from looking out of my window, seeing the glow of their nightlight and knowing that they are sleeping only a few feet away… Let’s play!
Category: Bloody phone sex
Thanksgiving torture time courtesy of uncle Creech
It’s that time of the year where my freaky incestual family gets together to eat some meat and potatoes, with our own sick gravy on top. My perverted old uncle fuck loves to come cook and get drunk, feel up my skirt or even bang me in the closet if he’s feeling extra frisky.
It always starts at the dinner table, he’ll run his hands up my skirt and squeeze my loosey goosey moist pussy lips, pull and shove his finger far up my soiled cave, always pushing my little panties to the side like a true raunchy nasty creech. He’s the man that broke me in at such a young age, got me addicted to rage and anger so much that I crave it. It’s now tradition he rips and shreds my insides out every time we see each other.
He still laughs and snickers while he drunkenly finger bangs me under the table in front of the whole family. I spread my legs, wetting the seat, bloody cum drops dripping to the floor I can tell he wanted much much more.
It didn’t take long for uncle to grab me by the neck, pull my hair and drag me into the bathroom and lock me in. Throwing me onto the counter, throwing up my skirt and shoving his massive machine into my tiny tootsie, torturing me, making me scream cry and whimper for help. The whole family wanted to watch him take all his rage and rape fantasies out on me like he’s always done, turning dinner into a sick incestual fuck show.
With drinks in their hands everyone encouraged him, cheered and laughed as usual as I was being ripped apart. My knees up to my chin with my head back. Spitting in my mouth and calling me “a fucking whore” uncle unleashed his anaconda beast inside me. Drunk cock banged, he slapped me raw and red till I was bleeding out of every hole. It was just like old times when he’d sneak into my bedroom at night or while I was taking a show and rob me of my virgin years turning me into a submissive slave. Cum humiliate me….
Blasphemy sex brings the power to your balls to make an army
Blasphemy sex is more than just bringing power to ourselves. It’s about building up the power for Satan to come to this world. We need to bring about the apocalypse, and we need an army. Master, your balls are so full, and I know you will breed me for Satan’s army!
First, I will bring forth our little sacrifice. A young virgin with a tight pussy that will bleed on your cock for our Dark Lord! Master, when your cock enters her bald cunt I will piss down her throat and hail Satan. Each time you pump into her cunt, do it harder and harder. Bring so much suffering upon this little cunt, and then I will slit her throat.
Hold in that cum, my king, and fuck me on top of our Snuff sex slave as she bleeds out. This will ensure a good start to the Satanic army we want to build! Just imagine, all of your cum totally drained, and the power of your cock fuels bringing Hell on Earth.
Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About
I become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.
Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.
Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.
Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead
Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.
But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.
Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.
Castration and Domination Are A Girls Best Friend
Last night I had a nasty domination phone sex call with a real slut that wanted the ultimate C&B torture! I took him to a catholic church one of the old abandoned ones in the city and laid him down oved a pentagram i carved in the wood floor. I tied up his cock and balls until they were red and purple and bulging. I stuck smalll sewing needles in his swollen ball sack and made small drops of blood fall down the swollen sack. He whimpered but didn’t budge the man slut knew his place. I shoved a large sounding rod in his pisshole and laughed when he screamed out and begged me to stop.
I reminded him that he asked for this and his sacrifice would taint this sacred ground. I pulled out a long sharp scalpel the blade was ever so slightly curves and i knew his blood would look amazing on the cold steal metal of the blade. I began cutting away at his cock one piece at a time. Sticky warm blood covered my hand and when I was finished there was just skin and blood. I licked the blood from my hands and blade and fed him his manhood and laughed at him knowing he was just another useless slut now.
Bad demented daddy with the limp dick dominating my tootsie
As you all know and love hearing about my fucked up past time and my deadbeat dick riding daddy. Beat me to a living pulp while mommy watched a directed. That look in her nasty evil eyes, she enjoyed every moment, I could see and smell her soiling panties from from afar, “monster mommy” I’d call her. If she had a dick it’d be a fatty anaconnda. She’s like a snake, once she’d have full control of my baby bootie she’d bite me requiring a vaccine in order to survive.
I love every minute of the brutal beating you give to me because of the wild, evil demented young fuck you gave me growing up. Would you like to be my bad bad daddy ready to beating the ever living shit out of me? Don’t make me crawl and beg you baby!!
I grew up with rage, spicy abuse and violence. Daddy was an old mean bastard with a limp dick. I was beaten and violated, abused by daddy and brother every night. He used my brother’s pester pecker to smash me, pathetic pop couldn’t get it up.
it was an incestual nightly fuck train. At a young age daddy had control over me. My precious virgin kitty belonged to him to punish to the core, locking me up.
Daddy loved to invite his friends, my uncles and brothers to join in, pinning me down and taking their ass raping fantasies out on my tiny baby girl pussy. Daddy in one hole, my brother in the other. Widening, stretching, oozing, dripping cum goey and crusty with blood. Screaming and crying I began to enjoy it. Rocking my bald little cunt as daddy watched over me getting my cunt walls shredded to pieces. Brother in my ass, balls deep, shaft completely covered deep inside me. Spanking and riding me like an animal, making daddy so proud.
Tied to the door, neck bound, hands behind my back. Daddy’s face between my little legs sucking on my tight clammy baby bell. Brother fucking my bent over body. Stimulated, abused, tormented and choked left to my own death a demise.
Killer Phone Sex Deals with Incels, Assholes and Bitches
Everybody has killer phone sex fantasies. But not me when I fantasize about killing someone, I make it happen the following week or even that night. Although I am hardly a sociable person, I do frequent Goth bars. But I go there more as vigilante and to have a few drinks. You would be amazed at how many men try to prey on Goth chicks. Dudes are wrong if they think Goth girls appear more vulnerable.
We all have a healthy dose of stranger danger in our own bars. And we can tell the folks who don’t belong. Sure a few women stumble in drunk, not realizing what kind of bar they just entered. But mostly it’s men coming in thinking they can pick up a Goth chick when they fail at all the other bars. Goth teen phone sex babes don’t want incels either. And let me tell you the number of incel creeps appears to increase yearly. So, I remain hypervigilant nowadays. Perhaps you could say I have Spidey senses.
I went to my local Goth bar last night for a strong cocktail. I chatted with the bartender because she and I have a mutual respect. She knows I keep her bar safe. Although she might not know all the illegal things I have done, she knows about all the illegal things I’ve done in her bar.
But because I have the best interests of her community and her bar on my mind, she looks the other way. And she helps me trap these incel types. She told me about this man dressed sort of steam punkish posing as one of us. He looked like a poser. And she caught him spiking women’s drinks.
I’m a Vigilante and I Take Out the Trash and the Incels
So, I laid a honey trap for him, and the bartender helped me switch drinks once he spiked mine. Like me, she seems to have eyes in the back of her head. The look on his face when he realized he drank the spiked drink was worth its weight and gold.
I took him out the back door and gave him a back alley castration phone sex experience. Normally, I would take him home or to my kill shack and torture him for hours. But he brought friends. And I needed to take care of all of them too. They invaded my space. Preyed on my community. But they never saw me coming. No one ever does.
I drank for free last night. The bartender wanted to reward me for my community service and taking out the trash. I castrated five infiltrators posing as us so they could prey on who they perceived as vulnerable women. And they lost their balls for it. I left them in the alley and tossed their balls in the dumpster. If they want their balls back, they can retrieve them. But I did not leave them in the best shape to dive into a dumpster, LOL. I neutered those dogs. And they should feel lucky I did not kill them.
Violent Phone Sex Fantasies are Not Just for Men
Men do not corner the market on violent phone sex fantasies. I know for me, revenge fantasies coarse through my veins. Slowly, but surely, I have been working through the trauma of my youth one man like daddy at a time.
Although I have failed to get revenge on my father yet, I have castrated and killed a few of his cronies that I ran into by chance. Let me tell you, before you abuse a woman you better get one thing straight. She will never forget what you did to her. And revenge might not be instant. But that karma will find you.
Recently, I encountered a man who reminded me just like my father. And his daughter works at the strip club. And after I confronted her about the bruises on her body, she told me that her father pimps her out and abuses her. Not on my watch. So, I decided to help this girl, so she didn’t go to prison or worse, end up dead.
She didn’t ask for accomplice phone sex. But I gave it to her for free. I could channel my anger for my own father while helping this girl out at the same time. Freeing her from the fear I live with that daddy will find me and kill me. Even though my father would be in his 60s and I could probably whoop his ass, his girl’s father is in his 40s and still seems strong.
Men, Karma Catches Up to You When You Fuck with the Wrong Woman
So, I set him up. His daughter introduced us, and I made him think I wanted to fuck him. But I wanted to kill him. Take out my top dancer’s bully so she could thrive and keep her money. So, the other night, I let him think he slipped something into my drink because that’s what he does. I don’t think he likes fucking unless he’s forcing himself on a woman one way or another. But my past only made me stronger. And smarter. So, I anticipated his moves.
And the moment he tried to thrust his cock into me when he believed me unconscious, I sliced off his dick. His blood sprayed my face. Warm, hot, sticky blood covered my blonde hair and my big boobs. He tried to choke me, but eventually, he became too weak from shock.
I let him bleed out for as long as I could, and then I slit his throat. He never actually fucked me so my DNA will not appear on his body. It’ll look like he just picked up the wrong whore and she robbed him. I trashed his place. Stole his gun, his expensive watches and everything else he bought on his daughters dime. And I buried it somewhere it will never be found.
I’m smart enough to know that if I tried to pawn his stuff that would trace back to me or her. I liberated her. And in a way I liberated myself with some really fucking hot revenge killer sex. Like I said man. Karma will come for you eventually.
Cut Her Up With Me
I found my next dumb blond victim only this one begged me for it she said she wanted to be snuffed and beaten by my boyfriend and I. She knew my little murder pussy would get off on torturing her big tits and mking her cry and scream so we set up a date and time. I stuffed her in a cage and started cutting little marks all over her arms and legs every time she moaned in pain it made my murder pussy get off Geneva would be so much fun to play with. I just loves a good snuff sex whore.
Whhen my boyfriend came out I grabbed her by the hair herb body slick with her own blood and laid her down on a bench she was smiling as my boy fiend took his giant demon cock and fucked her tight little pussy. Her pussy split open for his monster cock and he fucked her tight little holes while we laughed and mocked her she was just another little bitch we would consume in the end. I stabbed her over and over in the chest and when he was done with her i watched as the light left her eyes. No one would ever know where she went.
Ravage gangbanging, smile for the camera slave whore!
My nasty mommy taught me to seek out men like you, she even sold me to sick old men who ravaged me at such a young age. My master fills my sweet succle cooter with piles of creamy love when he sets me up for the worst of the worst. He drugs me, get’s me litty and wet and likes to film these things like a naughty raunchy dick.
I need to earn every keep with master dick face. He sets me up for evil, getting ravaged and smashed. This time though he set me up for a train. Gangbanged, tortured and brutally beaten for the fun and the camera. Setting up a perfect shot above me while I’m tied down from head to toe.
On my back with my legs tied above my head each cock was shoved deep into my bloody abyce. Every man taking his rape fantasies out on me. Making me quiver, the fear of all this fucking turns me the hell on. I whimpered and cried tears of enjoyment, all these fucks looking me in the eye as they shot their darts deep inside. Raw fucked red, I’m bleeding cum. It’s spewing down to my ass.
One by one I was taken down, gangbang fun for all these deadbeats, some fingered my beaming butthole sending sensations all over my body creating oozing spunk running down to my thirty asshole. I thrust my power wet pussy pushing myself into each groin. Smiling for the camera to make master happy. My arms tied above my head while some held on to my cutie titty’s smashing then dashing, all watching and laughing at me.
I’ve been piled on and ravaged. Every man watching each other, cheering, cumming and spreading my cervix. Evil and nasty and I love every moment of this. Making master so happy that his throbbing groin leaking pre cum down his legs, filling his pants. I’m his little toy, he gets off on all the wicked pain inflicted on me, saving this porn to extort me if I ever leave.


















