Category: Bloody phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Christmas Because It’s More Fun to Spread Christmas Fear

violent phone sexViolent phone sex Christmas has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree? I love to spread fear this time of year. But I am no Grinch. I am not stealing presents from little brats. Instead, I am castrating perverts and men who annoy me. Even men who try to ruin Christmas for others.

Last week, a woman hired me off the dark web. She wanted revenge on her ex-husband who refuses to pay support or help get his brats Christmas gifts. He sounded like a real Grinch to me. So, I knew what I needed to do. Castrate her ex for free. I normally do not kill or torture for free. But I guess I was in a giving mood. The holidays make me want to give back.

She gave me all the info I needed. And I asked her if she wanted me to kill him, but she said no. She just wanted to hurt him and scare him into paying support. So, I paid her ex a visit in the middle of the night. I used the hidden key to get inside. Easy peasy. I found him sleeping. More like passed out drunk. Well, that makes castration phone sex so much easier.

Not All Men Deserve To Have Their Balls

I tied him up to his bed and he still did not wake up. He sleeps nude. Which made it easier too. When I slapped him awake, he thought one of his friends sent him a hooker. I do not look like a hooker. He wished I was one though after I took his junk. I put a castration band around his nuts and just waited as his balls turned blue.

While we waited for that, I encouraged him to help his family out more or I would take his cock and his life too. He deserved to be neutered. According to his ex-wife, he blows all his money on hookers and young sugar babies. Since he can no longer fuck, he can spend money on his brats now.

I made a bloody phone sex mess out of his bed. Although I untied him from his bed, I knew he was in too much pain and shock to come after me.  I spread Christmas fear in him. But his ex-wife sees it more as Christmas cheer. You better watch out men, this wicked butcher knows if you have been good or bad.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Live Streamed Makes My Son Money

rape phone sex fantasiesMy son’s viewers enjoy mommy rape phone sex fantasies. They pay well to watch him fuck me and abuse me too. But I never mind because I know my boy loves me. He just needs my help making money. I am his cash cow. But in exchange he gives me the best coke. He had pink cocaine for me this week when we made a little holiday blue movie for his viewers.

I showed off my naked skinny body to his viewers. My big boobs sagged, and my meat curtains hung down. Both show signs of wear and tear. But nothing compares to the abuse my asshole receives.  It prolapses on its own now. It is like a magic trick or something. I turned around from the camera and let the viewers see how easily my asshole pops outs. They tip well to see my old used ass rape porn prolapse.

My son made me his bimbo. I’ve had three surgeries to make my boobs big. Now my lips are Botoxed out. And I get skinnier and skinnier every movie thanks to my cocaine diet.  My son’s Christmas gift turned out to be a brutal beating for mommy. He brought out the assault bench. Tied me to it with my hands bound behind my back and my tits tied up tightly. He loves to use my boobs like punching bags. Fun bags he calls them.

I’m My Son’s Punching Bag

As I snorted skinny powder, my boy punched the side of my face because I forgot to take my teeth out. My dentures flew across the room.  But that was me bad. I cannot have teeth in when he skull fucks me. After he finished skull fucking and punching mommy, he turned to my prolapsed ass, which he uses as his own personal cock sleeve. He put a glass tube on it instead of zip ties this time. My ass will always be my son’s flesh light. While my prolapse grew bigger in the tube, he turned his attention to my face. A few more punches, and the chimes rolled in.

I kept snorting coke to dull the pain. While I partied, my boy but on his brass knuckles for some violent phone sex fun. A few sucker punches to the boobs and ribs immediately caused swelling. He even cracked a few ribs and his audience heard it. And more tips rolled in. When I began sucking his cock again, he gave me a few punches to the face. But he avoided my sniffer. My boy turned me into a dark web porn star. As he skull fucked me some more, I heard more chimes.

Viewers Tip Well To See Mommy Abused

He eventually removed me from the assault bench. But he left my hands tied behind my back. He pulled me up by my giant fun bags. And he hung me up by my boobs. As I hung in the air, he fucked my prolapsed ass. He removed the glass tube that puffed up my prolapse even move. And he pulled the flesh of my meaty prolapsed asshole over his dick like it was a flesh light. He also put a spreader bar between my legs so men could see my meat curtains swaying as he pounded my prolapsed asshole.

With his steel toed boots on, he kicked me in my baby maker. Hard too. With every kick he made, I jerked a bit which pulled my tits. And he gave me a lot of kicks. My cunt immediately puffed up like my prolapsed asshole. What came next, would have hurt even more if I did not have the pink cocaine to dull the pain.

He shoved his fist up my cunt and held me up in the air like a puppet. This enabled him him to punch my old barren womb from the inside. Luckily, my son moves on to other tortuous acts quickly. But he always gives the viewers what they want to see. And they wanted to see him throw me across the room.

My Boy Turned Me Into His Fist Puppet

He flicked me off his fist like I was a bug. And as I flew across the room, the tips poured in. My son made me fly. I bounced off the wall and landed on the floor several times. Eventually he kicked off the spreader bar and spun me around like a shotput and bounced me off the walls some more. As I lay on the floor broken and dazed, he dragged me by my read hair to the bowl of pink coke. He stepped on my neck as I snorted coke to dull the pain.

More tips rolled in. But they came in at a frantic pace once he put a plastic bag over my face. However, he did put coke in the bag. While I snorted coke and struggled to breathe, he pushed my legs over my head and fucked my pee hole. My 4th hole. He went back and forth between my urethra and my prolapsed asshole. As I gasped for air, he tore a hole in the bag to skull fuck me some more.

He punched my face some more as he skull fucked me. My face appeared so swollen I doubted anyone would recognize me. For most of our live stream I could not see much due to the swelling of my eyes and face. He beat me beautiful. He kept fucking my pee hole as he punched me some more. This little violent session served as his viewers holiday special.

Beating Mommy Beautiful Acted Like a Present to His Viewers

After he came down my throat, he pounded my head into the floor. He pulled me by my prolapsed asshole and cunt lips until I was in front of the camera. I drooled and gasped for air as I showed off my abused body to his audience. My boy may have put me out of commission for a while, but he gave me a lot of good coke to speed up my recovery. Merry Christmas you filthy perverts. Hope you enjoyed the show.

Home invasion phone sex wear the red suit.

  Home invasion phone sex           Home invasion phone sex wear the red suit. Dripping and soaked in blood. Big black boots. White pristine gloves. This time of year, breaking in, stealing them blind. It will not be noticed. Just like home alone. All the people are gone. Now we find the loot, take possession. Anyone left…oops be the bloody killer you want to be.

            The red suit will soak up the blood. Home invasions are a great way to kill someone, cut them up, suffocate them, at the same time get your dick wet. Now I know as the misses in the house the cunt will be dripping. Right alongside of you going to help your soak all in.

            Have that Killer phone sex with your whore. Edging you. Santa Claus is perhaps an elf. In some places called good old St. Nick. Dropping to my knees sucking your cock while you are strangling some little brat that is on good list to death.

            Feel the hardness as you wrap your hands around that scrawny neck. Squeeze with all you might. The saying might be Momma had a brat, and the head popped off but I do believe it good old St. Nick came a calling and a bloody massacre happened in the home invasion. It’s a killer time of the year.

Castration Phone Sex Because Revenge is So Sweet

castration phone sexCastration phone sex may not be my specialty, but all women dream of castrating some man in their life. Trust me, as a young schoolgirl getting force fucked by daddy and his friends, I thought about biting some cocks off. Same with some of the seedy men who owned me after I ran away from home.

Recently, I got to make my dream a reality. A chance encounter with one of my dad’s poker buddies inspired me. He did not recognize me. When he came into the strip club, I almost had a panic attack. He went rougher on my fuck holes than my father. I grew up, and no doubt look different. I sport big boobs now and platinum blonde hair.

Legally changed my name to Cassandra Alexander so no one from my past would find me. But to be sure he did not recognize me, I flirted with him after my set. If he took my bait, I would bring him home with me. And get my revenge with some extreme cock and ball torture sex. He took my bait. Thought he would. But I needed to be sure he had no clue who I was. I gave him one hell of a lap dance to cock tease him. Wanted him to want to fuck me.

And he did. He begged me to come back to his hotel room. Although, I wanted to get my revenge at my place, I agreed. My plan for revenge worked almost perfectly. Once back at his hotel room, I drugged his drink. Just to make sure he would not hurt me. I waited about 45 minutes before I bit his cock. He got hard, but he did seem out of it. So, I knew the drugs kicked in.

I Love Getting Revenge on My Enemies

After a few minutes of slobbering on his cock, I bit it. Hard too. But I just did not bite hard enough to rip it off. I wanted to do a Lorena Bobbit on him, but I did not have access to a knife. This was an impromptu castration. Seeing him in the club dredged up some awful memories for me. I did take a chunk out of his dick, but I did not sever it like I wanted. However, I did make a bloody phone sex mess.

So, when he passed out from the shock and the drugs, I bit his balls off. That proved easier to do. I put his balls on his chest, so when he came too, he would know what happened. I know it was risky. He could send the cops to the club to arrest me. But I just hoped his shame would not let him admit to the authorities what happened.

So, to give myself an edge over him, I left a note that said go to the police and I will tell them what you did to me as a little girl, and signed it Ella, which was my birth name. I mean certainly if he did go to the police, a good lawyer could get me off on a temporary insanity plea.  I enjoyed biting his junk and neutering him. Now, if I could only find my father.

Accomplice Phone Sex – Rena Loves Bringing You Young Ones

I am always horny for some accomplice phone sex to fulfill my fantasies about helping a guy lure a young girl into a van or car and taking her somewhere secluded where she can’t be heard or seen.  Then inviting you over for the surprise I got for you.  You see, I’ve known your cock gets really hard for that young pussy but you have an evil twisted mine like I do. So I knew you’d want to keep that young pussy awhile and have your way with her as many times as possible.  Knowing eventually you’d need a new young cunt and together we’d snuff her out.

When you would get there, I’d have her young bald body tied up to a bed spread eagle so she’d greet you with her legs spread wide as you walk in the door.  Her bald pussy trying to clench it’s pussy lips together but unable to with how I tied her small thin legs.  I’d guide you over to the bed and remove your pants.  I’d start stoking your dick moving it towards her mouth.  Id firmly instruct her to open wide pulling her hair back so she knew I was serious.  Then I’d insert that cock into her mouth and watch you instantly get rock hard.  You’d have top force it inside her mouth because her mouth was so small.

After that cock had thrusted in and out of her mouth enough. I’d pull it out and move it down toward that cunt pushing it insid that tight hole as she squirms and starts crying. I’d sit on her face to shut the bitch up making her have to lick my cunt that is now dripping wet from watching her young body get pounded by your hard cock.

What direction shall we go next?  We can keep fucking those holes or we can go ahead and snuff this little whore out?  Call me and we can play out this fantasy or another…Accomplice phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Killed the Grinch

snuff phone sexChristmas brings out the snuff phone sex bitch in me. Perhaps, some people might see me as a grinch. However, I like to think of myself as a dark angel preserving Christmas for the little ones. I am a Goddam fucking Christmas angel. My neighborhood has reported many thefts this holiday season. Someone has been naughty stealing outside Christmas decorations and in some cases, the presents under the tree. So, I am not the grinch in my neighborhood.

I often catch criminals or predators long before the police ever do. That’s one of my many skills. I could have been a detective. I set a trap for the thief. It took a few days for the grinch to take my bait. And it turned out to be a woman. She broke into my home in the middle of the night to take the fake Christmas gifts under the tree.

She broke into my home. So, I had every right to defend myself. This could be the kill I could justify and get away with. However, she needed torture sex. And maybe a fatal gunshot wound or knife wound. Even a struggle that resulted in a fatal head injury or something   would have been justifiable homicide. However, what I did to her would be deemed sadistic and unjustifiable. Overkill.

I’m The Bitch Who Saved Christmas

I mutilated her body. Tortured the meth head bitch for hours before killing her. I like to play with my prey. What is the fun in a quick, justifiable death. Even for a criminal or a predator, I will not invite trouble by calling the police. Flying under the radar is my superpower. This meth head cunt pleaded with me. She babbled on about her addiction and selling the toys and gifts for money to purchase meth and smack.

But I did not buy her lies. A junkie will say and do anything for a fix. Now the world has one less grinch and drug addict in the world. I stabbed her cunt with a knife. Literally pulled her insides out with the blade. Her pain had to be off the charts. I stabbed her eyes out too. Carved her tits up. By the time I finished my little snuff porn, she was nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and entrails.

I had to scoop up her remains with a shovel like she was horse shit. I tossed the piles of her in my back yard. But I knew the wildlife would eat her bloodied remains before I even woke up in the morning. I turned her into sushi.  And today, there’s no trace of that bitch. The neighborhood and the police will think she stopped her crime spree or moved on to a different town. So, in a way, I am the bitch who saved Christmas.

Rape Whore

Teen rape pornOne by one you and your sick friends use me like a Teen rape porn whore,raping all my fucking holes, taking turns holding me down in the locker room on the bench you each take turns fucking my tiny cheerleader pussy, each of you filling my pussy with your cum, taking turns fucking my asshole until its gaping and dripping with a mixture of blood and the cum of eight different football players, my muffled screams go unheard as my mouth is filled with my soggy panties. You perverted fucks film the whole torture fest to watch later as you stroke your cocks thinking of the brutal session. Just when I thought it was over coach walks in wanting his share of the teams rape doll, stroking his cock as four of you hold me down, legs wide, cunt dripping asshole gaping, coach sticks his fucking cock in my teen pussy, hammering away at my  tender fuck hole until he releases a fuck ton of old man dick spit in my abused teen pussy.Teen rape porn

Snuff Sex: It’s A Killer Thriller

 

snuff sex

 

Snuff sex is one of those things that can never be topped. Was it an accident? Did you go too far by mistake? Or was it a planned event. Personally, I thing the calculated , planned events are way more fun. You’ve invited someone over and get to the point where it’s time to fuck. Getting in bed is hot because with every fuck of the cock or sucking it down you are inching closer to death. You know exactly what you’re going to do. You’re on top of her, pounding the shit out of her, but the knife is under your pillow for easy access. She’s wiggling and moaning with her eyes closed, loving the thick dick you’re giving to her. She starts to cream all over your cock and before she can react, you jam the knife into the base of her skull. Ironically, you gush a huge load of cream into her pussy as she lies there-dead. What could be better than that? Maybe, you’ll fuck her ass too before the clean-up crew arrives.

Fuck me while I play with my knives

 

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex. I take pride on my massive collection of knives. I have so many I’ve lost count. I love to throw them in the back as well as practice on my victims when we play. I don’t like ending my men after a good fuck, I just want a little taste. The fear in your face turns me on, I get so fucking wet when I bust out my machete. “What’s your plan with that?” they always ask.

Tonight I’m playing with you. Don’t be scared. Your cock get’s hard when I dress up in my little devil outfit. I love prancing around you as it grows, bending over showing you my cute little ass. You can’t take it and grab me by my hips and sit me down on your lap. I slowly slip my tight little wet pussy on top of you and start swirling and grinding. I can feel your girth expanding deep inside me.

It’s the perfect time to bring out my 12 inch knife. Don’t stop fucking me or else. I run it down your arm as you’re bouncing me on your lap, my wet pussy wrapped around your cock, trapping you. You can’t feel the blood oozing as I lick it up, spreading it all over my tits. Mmmm you taste delicious, I promise not to kill. The fear in your eyes makes me cum. I can’t handle it!

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Because Death is Too Easy

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex feels right to me. I just love torturing a man’s junk. Too many men thing a woman’s body is there for him to use. Not on my watch. A couple days ago, this fucktard white boy walked into a Goth bar wearing a T-shirt that said, “Your Body, My Choice.” And I decided right then he needed neutered. A man who sports a tee shirt like that has predatory tendencies.

Even if he has not assaulted a woman yet, I knew he would if given the chance. So, I hit on him and took him home to meet my Venus Flytrap. As someone who thoroughly enjoys castration phone sex, I get excited when a potential victim makes it easy for me. This tool came home willingly with me.

I have everything a sadist needs to mutilate a man’s junk. For years, I castrated men on my repurposed death row electric chair. However, I recently repurposed a beaver trap I found near the lake behind my house. If I only knew who set it, I would make him my next victim. I have no tolerance for animal cruelty. But I found it ironic that a man who thinks he owns beaver, lost his ability to fuck beaver because of a beaver trap.

If You Prey on Women, You Will Meet My Venus Flytrap

He found it less amusing. The loser bitched and hurled insults at me while I had him tied up. The beaver trap I find makes castration hurt even more. Plus, he could get a nasty infection from the rusty jaws on the trap. When he saw it, I knew he knew what would come next. And he genuinely seemed scared. But he needed neutered so he would not assault any woman in the future.

He begged me not to do it, but no one has ever talked me out removing a man’s balls. You should have seen his face go ashen white when that beaver trap latched on to his balls. If I did not live in the country, the neighbors would have easily heard his screams. But I do love the sounds of pain men make while I inflict mutilation phone sex techniques on their balls.

Blood splattered all over the floor. He screamed bloody murder. But he eventually passed out from shock. Even though I wanted to kill him, I like to let my castration victims live. I think it’s a far better punishment to live with the knowledge that you will never have an erection again. Death is too easy. And I like to make worthless men suffer for the rest of their lives.