Category: Bloody phone sex

Subtle Enslavement

Torture Phone Sex

Sweet little honey, I’m going to chop off that cock. I know it terrifies you, to think of being separated from that lovely little stick of yours, but I promise I need it more than you do. You see sweetie, you have the perfect dick, and I want to make sure I can keep it forever. I need to cast a metal mold of this and make myself the perfect little fuck toy.

Couldn’t I just use you? Are you going to sign your soul over to me, eternally? Can I own your entire body? Will you do absolutely anything i say? I need an obedient little soldier who’s going to help me murder and rip apart families in front of innocent young ones.

I need a strong slave to hunt with me, cut with me, drown, burn, and slice with me. I need someone like you, with a cock to pump me up with sticky cum after a particularly nasty hunt. Are you the slut for the job? Can you make me cum post-cadavear? Cum over here and give me a taste, and maybe you can keep that tasty cock, and your life. Your freedom, however, that’s mine.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored in an Adult Bookstore

rape phone sex fantasiesI went to an adult video store this week. I was not looking to explore some random dude’s rape phone sex fantasies. I was there to get a new vibrator and maybe get some hot BDSM porn. As I was scrolling through the DVD titles, a couple guys started talking to me. I was doing my best to ignore them. I was playing the good wife. I was not high. I just wanted to be left alone. One of the guy’s pulled my hair then slapped my face as I told him to leave me alone. None of the men in the adult bookstore were backing off me. They said if a woman was alone in an adult store like I was, she was looking for trouble. They pulled my clothes off and started fucking me. They shoved their dicks in all my holes. I was screaming for help, but they paid off the attendant. He put earphones on, and he hung a closed sign in the store. He let the men fuck me. He let them use me for their carnal desires. I was bleeding from my pussy and ass because they were fucking me so savagely. I was forced to suck my shit and blood off their dicks while they laughed at me. I was a mess. If I had been high, I would have been acting like a gangbang rape porn star, but I was not. I was crying and pleading with them to leave me alone. They finally did, but only after they nutted a few times each. They left the bookstore, but there I was on the floor, curled up in a ball smelling like piss, shit and cum. I told the bookstore dude he was a worthless piece of shit and he fucked me too.

Drain Her Dry

Bloody phone sexA cold sweat covered his body down in our dark torture room, as he sat naked on top of our recent addition. She was fading in and out of sleep, the haze still working it way out of her system. Bruises, cuts, and a few burns covered her body but she wasn’t making a lot of noise anymore. He was becoming bored with her, cum dripped out of her holes as a slight moan rose out of her lips. A smirk was hard to hide on my face when I saw him pick up a sharp blade from the table. He made a small cut on her upper arm, and she barely made a noise. So he grabbed a bigger blade and cut deeper up on her chest. Managing to provoke a louder wail….that was that. It’s time to watch him drain her. Small deep cuts strategically on her body while she’s held down. When he’s done, the table goes up and we watch the blood drain like artwork from her body. The blood collects onto the floor over the altar another offering of blood and seed. 

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: How Would You Kill Me?

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.

St. Patrick’s die

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Usually, St. Patrick’s day is a great holiday to go out and about and get drunk and find the perfect victim. This year with the whole covid restrictions, it’s a bit harder, but it doesn’t mean I can’t think about the past years where I have had my fun turning whores into bloody punching bags. A few years back, I took my bloody phone sex fantasies and turned them into reality. It was st. Patrick’s day and I got really lucky scouting the victim that fit the bill to a T. I saw this preppy blonde chick making googly eyes at my boyfriend. I played the game well and let her join us for some green cream. 

I watched as she got all handsy and flirted nonstop. You can say I was green with envy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from fucking her up. After I put some nice sedatives in her drink, we both watched her drink till it was gone and immediately offered her to come to our place. As we got home, she was ready to knock out, and the fun then began. I let my boyfriend fuck her, and I went ahead and smothered her and sliced her throat till it was all bloody. It is hard to top that st—Patrick’s day. 

The Smell Of Burning Flesh Excites Me

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Last weekend was fabulous, everything opening back up and I was in the mood for accomplice phone sex. The bars were packed full of drunk stupid people. Easy targets for me and daddy. We picked a local bar and sat down to watch. We were looking for nice young coeds. Preferably the real bitchy ones because those are the best to play with. We found a couple of cute young girls stumbling back to the car. I caught up with them and told them how cute they were, how much I liked their shoes blah blah blah. And then I told them they really should not drive, there was a check point ahead and I drive for Uber and could gladly get them home. Total dumb shits they hopped right in the car and off we went. I took a dirt road on the left and headed up the hill telling the girls it was a short cut. We reached the top where cell service is non-existent, and I stopped the car. Told them I must have a car issue and we all got out. Daddy jumped from behind the trees, and I helped him as we stripped them down and tied them up. Daddy had his way with those young co-eds, violating every hole that they had. They cried and begged but nobody could hear them. By the time he was through with them they were beat and bloody and full of cum. Daddy knows how I like that and then told me they were all mine to play with. I continued torturing those two, cutting them into pieces. Drawing the pain out until I got bored with them. I then slit their throats, doused them with gasoline and set them on fire. The smell of burning flash always makes my pussy so wet and me and daddy fucked as we listened to their bodies sizzle.

Gothic Phone Sex Castration

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are making a comeback. Horror, death, and romance make a great fantasy trio. I am a Goth girl. I am dark and brooding like some male protagonist in a Gothic novel. I think more like a man, except when I am wielding my knife under a pair of nuts. There is this old castle on the outskirts of town. It has a unique history and is rumored to be haunted. The guy that bought the castle is turning it into a bread and breakfast, but before he does, he offered a night in the castle to ghost hunters and horror fans. I was in. I paid for my night, along with thirty others. I brought my knife. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Fuck, I am not afraid of anything. I was ready for what ever scares they had coming my way. This loser would not leave me alone. Some rich bastard with a hardon for Goth girls like me. The castle had no power yet. We each had a lantern with a low light as we navigated the huge castle. We were locked in for the night. We surrendered our phones when we entered. Sadly, I busted no ghosts. I did, however, bust some loser’s nuts just like I do on a castration phone sex call. This guy would not leave me alone, so I castrated him in a dark, damp castle. I had no soldering pen to stop the bleeding. I used my hair tie as a castration band to show I had some humanity. The castle was so vast, no one heard his screams. I knew if they did, the other 28 folks would think it was sound effects of a haunted house. I could have killed him. I should have killed him because it would have added to the mystery around this ancient Gothic castle, but I would have been a suspect. I decided to just castrate him and rob him of his horny desires. Men rarely report when a woman assaults them. He was bleeding and in pain, but he would survive. He can always say a vengeful spirit ripped his balls clean off and people will believe him.

Pussy Slayer

Snuff PornI could feel him pulling me across the room with his eyes.

The music was loud and the club was crowded.

His hypnotic eyes seduced me and held mine as I floated through the crowd.

His arms wrapped around me tight as if I would try to escape and his body, pressed so hard against mine, started to sway to a sinister song that only we heard.

The sharp blade of his knife pierced my stomach and the jolt of my body mimicked the other dancers in the crowd.

His tight grip held me up as he repeatedly plunged the knife into my gut!

I must of appeared to be a drunk girl that he was helping off the dance floor as he held my limp body and pulled me into the alley.

“Tell me you love me!’, he commanded as he slowly kissed my dying body and forced his swollen cock in my tight cunt!

His hard cock was powerful and as the warm juices began to rush to my smooth velvet lips, and I suddenly realized that I was not afraid of dying!

The only fear I had was that I may never feel this intense frenzy of lust as my body succumbed to his desires!

My pussy started exploding…a mass eruption of squirting cum blast from deep inside me as I rose my hips to meet his pelvic shattering thrusts!

It was only then that I saw his cock in his hand and the cum start to splatter my bloody body as he choked the seed from it’s bulging purple head!

The intense thrusting continued to penetrate my body and I looked down to see he had not been fucking me with his cock at all!

As he pulled the bloody knife out of my shredded cunt and held it high in the air, I looked into his eyes, and with my last breath, I softly whispered, “I love you”, before the final plunge of his hard steely blade skewered my….

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I was in front of three men telling them why I was the best woman for their movie. The director asked to see my boobs. He wanted to make sure they had some bounce and jiggle because there would be a lot of focus on my boobs. I unveiled my big tits and bounced to show that they jiggle. I was wet. I wanted this gig. It was a violent movie. The studio is known for the most realistic snuff films in the industry. I have waited a decade for an audition. The three men, the director, the lead executioner, and the producer all wanted to feel the goods. They wanted to hear me scream, so I let off a blood curdling scream that a scream queen would have made. I impressed them again and got the part. I started the next day. I quickly found out why their snuff movies are the most popular. They are not all fake. While I was looking for the little girl’s room, I went the wrong way and saw another film being made. I thought it was like the one I was making, but I saw a guy cut off a woman’s arm and blood splattered everywhere. She started convulsing like a woman in shock. Before she stopped convulsing, they took her other arm too. Then a guy gutted her like a wild animal. While she was shaking and convulsing, blood spewed everywhere. No one had seen me yet. This was real. I was not sure if mine was going to be fake or real, but I did not want to hang around and find out. This girl was dismembered, gutted, and fucked while some masked guy filmed it. I love snuff sex, but the simulated kind. I hustled to the bathroom and went out a window. I think if I had stayed for my filming time, I would not be here today. My dark desires are going to get me killed one day.

Blasphemy Sex On a Sunday

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You’ve been having fucked up phone sex with nasty girls like me, but there are still some things that we’ve never done together. The same voice that gets you rock hard sounds even hotter when we’re breaking the taboo of blasphemy together. I know some hardcore phone callers that will talk about the most perverted shit you can imagine, but they won’t touch blasphemy sex with me. It’s alright; everyone has their limits. I happen to get super wet when I get off at the expense of God, Jesus, and the holy fucking ghost. I know how to get you off with it, too, I promise.

Have you thought about being blasphemous? You might get turned on when you read our blogs about religious kink and sacrilege, but you’re scared to go in. I’ll lead you in; I’ll milk your soul right out of your cock. Or I’ll toy with the idea while I talk mad dirty shit about Jesus and his Daddy God. Will you say the words that get you hard? Will you curse the mother fucking son of God while we bring ourselves to unholy release from satanic sex magic? Call this naughty phone girl soon, ok?