Category: Bloody phone sex

The Rise And Fall Of Dawn

Accomplice phone sex

 

Sure, accomplice phone sex sounds great, but the one time I tried to take on a trainee and make a twisted little mentee in my image, it went horribly wrong!  I thought I could create a cute and cum thirsty killer just like me, but, boy, was I wrong.

I was on the prowl one night when I came upon a big piece of property with a small little house on it and an old shed tucked way out in the back forty.  I lurked in the shadows and crossed along the perimeter of the land until I reached the out building, where I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside.  I quietly dashed over to the door and slowly slid it open to find it was a makeshift bedroom obviously set up for abuse and torture.  The target of all of that pain was laying shackled to a bed with big, greasy fuck pig on top of her, rough humping and pushing her face hard into the mattress.

The flashbacks to my past were staggering but fueled my instantaneous rage.  I jumped on that jackass like a jungle cat and started stabbing him in the neck over and over again until he gurgled and spurted and collapsed on top of the captive girl.  I pushed him off of her, unlocked her blood-slick shackles and quickly absconded with her into the darkness.

Of course I felt bad for her so I took her under my wing and brought her into my lethal life of sex, drugs and severe sadism.  I even told her to pick a new name for her new life, just like I did, and, after a little deliberation, she went with “Dawn.”  She was into all of it, didn’t even freak out in any of the weird rooms in my house of horrors!  Dawn took to kidnapping, torture and using whatever lousy fuck she wanted to please her pretty little pussy with no problem.  She took to her new life with vigor and extreme violence.  And that was kind of the problem.  She was a little too into it and way too into me.

Sure, we were lovers, we did a lot of fucking together.  That wasn’t the issue.  She didn’t just want to be with me, she wanted to BE me.  We would plan a simple stalking or subway throat slashing and then Dawn would go off on her own and do it before our agreed upon scheduled time.  Also, every festering little fuck pig we brought home she would take control of the situation and have all of the fun with them herself.  Like she would edge me out of the situation and cut all of the juiciest spots or fuck all of the biggest cocks herself and try to just leave me with some sliced up and bloodied bodies and a bunch of limp dicks!  I was not having it.

The fuck straw that broke the killer camel’s back was when I found her in my bed wearing my lingerie and fucking the corpse of a guy I actually liked.  He didn’t deserve that, he was one of the good ones.  But, in true Jennifer Jason Leigh style, she didn’t like that he and I had any sort of friendly connection for one reason or another so she put a stop to it.  So I put a stop to her.

Sometimes you can’t get close enough to a person, either to have a real connection with them or to simply kill them.  So, when you’ve failed to successfully assimilate them into your lurid life and if you don’t want to risk what they might do to you if they manage to get their hands on you, in that case of having absolutely, positively no other choice at all, I bring out my .45 ACP.  I might not have been able to trust the crazy cunt I created, but I can always trust my Colt.  

Poor Dawn didn’t have a chance.  Truthfully, I should’ve known better.  Sure, we started out the same, but Willow was created and crafted by the dark, but Dawn was created by Willow.  Kind of like a copy of a copy.  I’m an imperfect being, nothing I do will ever be perfect.  But I guarantee you I’ll never try to teach an abused bitch how to be me, ever again.

 

Pandora’s Mortuary Is Open Again For Deviant Play

Snuff phone sex

Hello once again to my fans of the grotesque, wickedly twisted, and dark corners of the mind. I’m happy to open the mortuary doors once again. Truthfully the pandemic was a real buzz kill, great for business and plenty of corpses. However, due to the amounts, it was required to have more than one mortician around. Keeping my cold formamide smelling work area more populated with the living than usual. Which is such a shame really. You should have seen some of the corpses that came in for me to prepare or just burn. Such beauty and potential gone to waste. 

Now the traffic is steady but no need for extra hands around, I’m able to handle it all once again. I was so happy to be able to let those other workers go. None of them had the spark like me for allowing the dead to be useful to the living in a carnal way. Now I look around the room and see nothing but potential. I’ve renovated it for even more corpse storage and more fun gadgets. Experimenting on the dead is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. Sure a lot of these tools are used for autopsies but they make excellent torture devices when the time arises. So you know a little bit about my past few years, what has the rest of the wicked been up to? 

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are Super Hot for Me as the Accomplice Too

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are super hot to me. I love vampires, zombies and monsters in general. If I had my pick, vampires are the hottest of the supernatural creatures we see in movies. I think of the hot vampire in Fright Night or the gorgeous blood suckers in True Blood or the Vampire Diaries. I get monster type calls periodically and when I get to chose how I die, I go with the sexy vampire. Why would I not? Of course, I know they do not look as good in their undead form but while walking at night looking for blonde bimbos to feast on, they are often hot as fuck like Eric from True Blood. I had a caller earlier in the week who usually kills me rather violently during our fantasy phone sex calls. He let me pick this time how to die, so I suggested he be a Gothic blood sucker. He liked the idea of eternal life and turning a bunch of sexy bitches into his eternal sex slaves. It was a hot roleplay, more romantic but with plenty of violence and gore to turn me on. I am a pain slut. My sexy vampire made me his head sex slave which meant I had to lure him some young things to turn. When you get the vampire’s kiss, you stay the way you are forever. He likes pretty young things. I am pretty but not so young, so I lured some barely teenage girls to his house to party. I lead them to their slaughter, their blood bath. It works for me too because then I have young cute sex slaves to worship my dead cunt. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner to the dead and the living. What kind of fantasy can we do and who can we kill?

Taboo phone sex for georgia

Taboo Phone Sex

Your taboo phone sex whore needs you to feel good! I get down on my knees and let you rub my clit hard while I take that cock into my mouth. I start sucking and licking up and down the shift circling my tongue around the tip to feel you twitch in my mouth with need. I suck him down my throat and feel him hit far back. My gags and chokes only made him suffer more with wanting to hurt me then way I wanted to be hurt. Before I know it he has a handle of a knife in hand. He wants to fuck me with it..He’s going to fuck my dripping cunt with his knife while I suck his cock down my tight little throat

Evil phone sex with Stephanie

evil phone sex

 

Stephanie, the evil phone sex tramp is what they call me and they’re not wrong at all. I’m the sneaky, evil bitch that you always have to watch out for. I might go from riding your dick and kissing you passionately, to biting your tongue off and spitting blood all in your face. Tonight, I have a kinky, new fantasy that I want to play out with you! I signed up on a certain website, looking for rich, older men that need a sweet, little slut to spoil. I’ve already arranged for a few of them to come over at various times tonight. I’m going to need your help in snuffing them out once I’m finished with them. I’m not just going to rob them for all their worth. First, I’m going to trick them into thinking I’m going to fuck them for cash. That’s when you walk in and help me tie them up and torture them. I like to bash their skulls in but we can take it slow if you like. I’ll bend over and let you pump my hot cunt full of cum while we watch that pathetic, old fuck fade away in front of us.

Anal Obsession

VIOLENT PHONE SEXI’ve got ass obliteration on my mind and your shit hole is my target. Ever since I’ve sunk my teeth in a cock loving faggot I can’t get enough of boy pussy. My last victim let me punch fuck him until he got dizzy and his ass looked like an open mouth with no teeth! I want my next victim to be a macho unwilling participant in my ass violation. Maybe I will set up a tinder date s that you and I can abduct him in the parking lot. We can take turns shoving things up his dry unprepared orifices until he is ass is a raw flappy meat pile and blood is trickling down his nutsac. As he screams I’ll shove my fist down his throat and make him suck my entire shaft while you’re on the other end playing kickball with his saggy nuts sack. Each kick to his nuts sounds like a tennis ball being wet across the court. The gasps and gurgles from my cock in his mouth while I have violent phone sex with his throat will ring out like bells. Taking his last breath will sound the best. The low whisper of death slipping past his lips as he fights to survive It’s like music to my ears! 

Knife play Castration phone sex

Bloody phone sex

I finally liked a guy and he was my greatest trophy, I meant his cock was my greatest medallion. When we first met he was great, almost perfect. Then as time went by I became obsessed over him. I had him by my side everywhere I went until one day… A female said Hi to him and he said it back. Oh lord, I was furious. I kept my cool until we got home. That is when I unveiled my secret torture dungeon in my basement. I took an oath when I first met him 3 weeks ago that I would cleanse myself and become a better version of myself.

But, nooo he couldn’t stay cool and not say hi back to that stupid whore.

Ughhh I’m so mad. I brought him down to my basement and locked the doors behind me. Then I asked him to drink my homemade “wine”… Minutes later he was passed out. When he opened his eyes he was tied up and I was in my villain black leather costume. He didn’t know it was me. I couldn’t reveal my real self to him. He would hate me. I had planted a fake head that looked like mine on the ground right next to him with blood all over it. I made him believe that we both got kidnapped and they chopped my head off.

I wanted to traumatize him just like he did me when he broke my heart waving back and saying hi to that stupid ran down whore walking by us. It’s sad he has a good dick but unfortunately it must go. I wanted to disable him forever. I need him to turn into a pussy. I want him to look in the mirror after this experience and call himself a bitch. Without any numbing medication I got his dick hard and cut it off with garden scissors. He screamed his pain away until he passed out.

When he woke up he was in the intensive care unit. I didn’t want him to die I just wanted him to suffer!

Everyone Cum Fuck Willow!

Bondage phone sex

Sure I get to kick around, kidnap or kill anyone I want, but it doesn’t come without a price.  No, I’m not talking about some existential toll on my soul or any sappy shit like that.  Me and my soul know exactly where we’re going.  What I mean is there’s a gnarly group of dark individuals who let me, and many others like me, literally get away with murder as long as I give them complete and unequaled access to my body.  I’m not sure how they know everything that they do, but they have apparently been privy to nearly all of my ghastly goings on and macabre machinations.  Are they occult oriented or just big ballers in the government with some crazy super surveillance?  I have no idea.  I do know they want a lot more from me than just blowjobs and bondage phone sex.

For a few years now, I’ve been getting abducted and abused by this concealed cabal of sex crazed criminals.  The first time was right after I took out an entire family and their babysitter and made it look like the mother did it all.  It was perfect, I was pretty sure I had gotten away with it, but two nights later I went to sleep in my bed and awoke strapped into a chair with some bondage cuffs and collar, completely naked except for a black bag on my head.

When the sack was finally ripped off of me and my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in some strange, stark apartment.  I’ve been in and out of almost every complex in my area and this layout was completely foreign to me.  I just waited and took in my surroundings with the brightest lights in the world shining right in my eyes.  I knew how that shit would go down, I would either be told why I was there, used and then released or I would be kept, maybe trafficked then killed.  None of those options scare me so there was no fear in my body whatsoever for my face to portray.  No, instead I was quite curious.

After a long moment, a booming disguised voice said just one thing to me… “You’ve been a bad girl, Willow.”  Just before I could respond, a man dressed in all black stepped in front of me and told me to open my mouth and keep it open if I didn’t want to have an icepick jammed into my eardrum.  That’s one of my moves, I’ve seen the pain involved with that fist hand so it wasn’t even a judgment call.  My piehole popped open before he could finish his sentence and he immediately started pumping his fuck pole into my mouth really hard.  After a minute or two, his buddy joined and did the same, and then another a few minutes after that.  Three guys facefucking a skinny blonde locked to a chair waving an icepick in her face.  I wasn’t afraid, I just kept thinking how contrived it all was because I set up and enjoyed the very same situation with a dumb little sow of a slut a year or two before that night.

When they were done with my gob, they unhooked me from the chair and made me walk on my hands and knees around the almost empty room while they took turns banging me from behind and yelling for me to squeal like a pig.  Every time they didn’t think I was loud enough or moved quickly enough, I got the cattle prod and cock hammered harder.  “Giddyup, little fuck pig!”  A few zaps to the ass, back and ribs while she’s getting mercilessly railed will really make a gal think.  How many whores had I scared shitless and paraded around like a cum filled porcine prize?

They did it all: slut shaming and whore writing, took punishment pictures and violent videos of me to sell, even put me on a live stream and told everyone watching that they could “Cum fuck Willow!” if they could figure out our location.  To entice the viewers, the three fucks spit and pissed on me the whole time.  That’s when it hit me… These were all twisted porn scenarios I set up and sold.  Whoever these guys were, they had not only seen my art, but they appreciated it.  They were fans!

Not just any fans, they knew how to find me and that’s not easy.  Well connected doesn’t begin to cut it.  I have to admit, I felt better having figured it out, even as a knock came from the other side of the door.  It didn’t matter to me who had found us, I knew I was going to be fine no matter how much abuse my holes were about to take.  My devotees would make sure of that.

Since then, they’ve taken me several times with no rhyme or reason as to when they do it, I guess it’s just whenever they feel like it.  Fortunately, I love to play their little games.  Seeing how it feels to be subjected to my torturous ways is pretty fucking fun!  Sometime I’ll tell you about the time they actually sold me off to the highest bidder and I landed a free eight month vacation to Russia.

 

Cannibalism phone sex with a Evil bitch

Bloody phone sex

OMG I am so sick and tired of hearing my neighbors littles squealing outside my window! I am so ready to snatch those fuckers up and give them something to squeal about! Every time I come outside its like those fucking disgusting fuckable pigs just have something to say… If there is one thing I would love to teach them a fucking lesson about speaking to strangers Give those little fuck nuts a reason to run… Hasn’t their terrible parents taught them any better! I just keep fantasizing about walking over to their backyard and drowning them inside of their swimming pool! Haha! Just dunking their little heads under the water and pulling them back out for a quick gasp of air only to send them right back under again! Then I can watch from the window as their lousy parents hoot and holler while calling them an ambulance… hahaha they would actually believe it was an accidental death. Meanwhile their fucking neighbor killed them! It would even be more pleasing to take the swimming tubes and cram them inside their worthless little fresh pussies and watch the forensic team try to determine the cause of death! I can keep the Styrofoam tubes as souvenirs! It’ll be like a trophy earned for getting rid of 3 little worthless bitches! Now that I think about it I should just eat them up as a snack! 

Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?