Category: Bloody phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex Massacre Weekend

bloody phone sexI enjoy a bloody phone sex massacre. Honestly, the bloodier the better. When I am in a massacre mood, I take my victim to my kill shack in the woods. It is not on any map, and I can get as messy as I want because no one will find the remains. This little shack is not in my name either. I inherited it from my grandpa, but for 70 years this shack has stayed off of anyone’s radar. My grandpa built it. I was told it was his hunting cabin, but I knew it was where he took his victims. My grandpa was a serial killer. A thrill killer who never got caught because he did not have a pattern. He taught me everything I know about hunting and killing. I enjoy killing free from restraint. If I kill a person on their turf or in my home, I must worry about DNA. Out in my kill shack, however, the coyotes will take care of the DNA for me. I took this teen whore to my cabin over the weekend. She went willingly because she thought she was auditioning for a horror movie, not a snuff porn. I was just in the mood to mutilate a pretty young cock tease. I was solo on this kill. That is because very few people know about my cabin in the woods. Once they have seen it, I need to kill them. That is how no one knows about it. This girl was a teenager. Her name was Jenny. I drugged her and dismembered her body after I disemboweled her. I like to feed the wild animals protein rich organ meat from tender age victims. It is good for them. I gutted her in my basin tub. Drained her body of blood. Removed all her organs and then carved off every limb. It was a bloody mess, but wicked hot fun for a sick bitch like me. I fed all the remains to the wild animals, then I bathed in her warm blood like a witch. It was a wonderful weekend. I condensed the story obviously to fit in a blog, but it is a long and sordid tale of death and dismemberment. My kind of weekend.

I Know What You Need

taboo phone sexI have been partying for days and I am not ready to stop, want to join? I don’t mean that pussy shit either. I mean hardcore partying, the kind of partying that leaves little bodies on the floor if you know what I mean. The kind of partying that would make the headlines. I don’t care, I am not shy about it, I am always pushing it. I had a guy the other day who thought he would try to dominate me, that was a big N O. Anyways, I let him start with his act, big, bad, and degrading and then I stopped him mid-sentence. The shock was incredible and my pussy pulsating with the power I was about to unleash. I worked him into a ball of putty. A ball that I would mold and control. I knew what he wanted before he did. A strong woman to make him do things. Not just things but very perverted degenerate type of things. The kind of things that involve little bitty tiny holes. Virgin pussies and virgin asses and flat chests. I tend to throw in a little cock and ball action too, you know for fun. Anyways, I had a blast, and he wouldn’t stop cumming. I knew what he needed before he did, and I know what you need too.

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

Deadly Romance Dancing

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The blood that was pouring down her face made my cunt soaking wet Then again, that’s what he loved about me. My lover and I were cozy, the year 1985. We were snuggled up in the back of my Daddy’s bar and the dumb bitch who’d been flirting with my boyfriend was hanging by her ankles with coals on her feet. She had blood pouring in rivers down her face and she was screaming and begging for help. James was fingering my Garden of Eden with such a delicate urgency it nearly made me cum right then and there. But the show was only just beginning.

I took out my cattle prod, and I started zapping at her nipples, her hips, that sensitive little clit. And when she screamed too much for my liking, I simply bent over and cut out her tongue. It wiggled on the ground for a moment before it realized it was dead, and James and I danced around it with the violent, pleading shrieks of this bitch being our beautiful Air Supply. I could feel how hard he was, and I sank to my knees with my mouth open and eager. This was going to be a bloody Valentines Day to remember.

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My Happy House Of Horrors

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Yesterday one of my demented accomplices asked me how I came into possession of my Gothic house of sexual horrors and depravity.  He had a wild look on his face as his eyes darted about, taking in the terrifying tableaux of demonic dolls and creepy crawlies that were seemingly seeping out of the woodwork.  The truth is this place is steeped in filth and my horde of possessed dollies are just a manifestation of all the foul events that have transpired here.

I was just a teenage runaway when I was deposited on the doorstep of this manor of murder, molestation and mayhem.  It was raining really hard and I had hitched a ride from some perv who said he’d take me anywhere I wanted for a little pussy.  It just so happens that my pussy is the littlest cunt around.  He had his way with me and I told him that I just wanted to go someplace dry so he brought me here, said it stays abandoned because anyone who lives in it ends up dead.  I told him “We all end up dead.” and walked inside to dry all of the rain and cum off of me.

Obviously, the house didn’t kill me.  The house loves me, loves who I am, I can feel it.  I turned out to be the perfect bait for it to trap all of the unsuspecting suckers it needs to survive.  I feed it and it keeps me safe.  People are afraid of this place and all of the tortured souls inside.  But the ghosts here don’t scare me, I scare them.

 

I Woke Up Naughty

accomplice phone sexDaddy’s evil angel is feeling a little naughty this morning. Unsure what my dirty evil mind is wanting to do. Perhaps you also woke up wanting to have taboo fun. What should we do today? Forcing a few co-eds into the van and driving to a secluded cabin? Some torture and forced penetration? Drugging them and binding them? Hmmm…. The possibilities are endless in our pursuit of gratification. I think maybe we should open a center for troubled youth. Indoctrinate them into servitude. Don’t worry baby, my sweet innocent face can convince even the most cynical of my good intentions. Drug addicts from the streets, little tykes from their crack head mother’s. Those will become our play toys. To use as we see fit. Making them perform the most perverted sex acts upon us or just using them as our own punching bag. This hot little evil angel needs your help. My pussy is throbbing and needing some dark fantasies to rub one off too. Get your cock out and start stroking and give me a call, I can’t wait to hear all the depraved ideas that you have for us today.

Used Jail Slut

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Waking up in a jail cell is never fun, but waking up in a jail cell with several different cocks in your face while naked is scarier! How the fuck did I get here? I can’t ask questions or even scream because I have a black cock choking me, down my throat! They pushed my legs up above my head and began licking my ass hole and my pussy! I still can’t scream with a huge cock in my mouth and can’t run away because I’m held down and locked in! You can barely hear my scream through the cock in my throat as another cock is shoved into my dry shit hole! The rest of the night I’m used up by seven different cocks!

torture sex for a pain slut

Torture sex

There’s a game I like to play to make my master enjoy me more. I love to inflict a lot of pain on myself to show him that I am worthy of being his fuck slut. One of the many tasks I do is make myself have excruciating pain to the point where I am almost passed out. Once I see the pleasure and excitement in his face, I know I am being the best pain slut for him and will be rewarded ever so kindly. The kindly part is pretty much zero, but at the very least, I can enjoy some torture sex even though I usually im not allowed to cum, and it’s a ruined orgasm for me but so much pleasure for him.

Crazy Curation

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I have a huge collection of old, homemade snuff porn that provides a perfect ambience for some sick and twisted fun.  The dim illumination and tinny sound of an old TV blaring out the screams and grunts of the hapless onscreen suckers are the ultimate way to evoke a real reaction out of a random innocent while barely lifting a finger.  It’s the perfect accompaniment to all of the depraved debauchery we have planned for our virtuous victims.

All of the meathooks and spiked ball gags in the world are no good if the dupe doesn’t really believe they’re in danger.  I like it when they truly think they are about to die, they get a look on their face that you just don’t see anywhere else.  Letting them see a snuff movie of some sympathetic simp being degraded and eviscerated by a vile villain takes their expression from fake scared to fully frantic in a palpitating heartbeat, which makes my pussy tingle and twitch with excited anticipation.  And all I had to do was simply hit the play button.

I have stacks and stacks of snuff on VHS, I’ll never run out of mangled meat and bloody bruises to project for a patsy.  Some I found on the black market, some were passed down to me, but regardless of how I came across any of it, it’s all perfect material for making our mark feel like they are in real, mortal danger.  And who knows, maybe they are.

Sometimes we get a bit excited and cut a little too deep or strangle a little too hard and literally fuck our foolish playtoy within an inch of their life.  Bleeding out and being banged to death is scary enough, but you add a soundtrack of screaming, pleading, crunching and groaning and a grayish blue overlay to light it all up and it takes it to a whole new horrifying level.  Sometimes it can even be the difference in if they piss themselves or not and nothing makes my pussy drip more than making some stupid, chaste chump uncontrollably urinate, it shows me that our torture sex has really made them lose all control.

I cherish my crazy curation and look forward to adding to it.  Maybe it’s even time to start making some movies of our own.  What do you say, you in?

 

Learning To Love Torture Sex From Uncle

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My uncle was the first one to introduce torture sex to me. He tied me up and fucked my asshole raw until it bled while chocking me from behind. Sometimes I would pass out and wake up to my uncle pounding my bleeding asshole with his big thick cock. After a while I became his accomplice, and we would tie up slutty little brats we would hunt for together. He would fuck their mouths until they couldn’t breathe while I would finger fuck their holes. When uncle was ready, he forced his cock into their asshole and fulfilled his rape fantasy every time. He fucked their holes open until they ripped to fit his big cock. Most passed out during his anal torture fucking. If you didn’t, I would sit on your face and smother and suffocate you with my cunt like uncle told me to do until you no longer moved. By then uncle would have filled up your bloody asshole with h is creamy thick nut. We still bond by taking a young slut and showing her what uncle likes.