Category: Bloody phone sex

Snuff Movies Made During Killtober are The Best

I make more snuff movies in October than any other month in a year. Killtober, I call it. Part of my 31 days of horror. But I enjoy making snuff flicks. It preserves my work and keeps every kill fresh in my mind. Some of my films I make for clients who hire me on the dark net. And others I make for my own private collection.

snuff moviesAlthough, I know folks consider it risky filming a crime, I am a smart sadistic bitch. I never film with my cell phone or anything that gets uploaded to the cloud or anywhere. Because I am smart and seasoned in the art of murder, I only use home video cameras. The old kind from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Back before the Cloud or the Internet.

Killtober is My Favorite Time of the Year

The cops or the feds never need to see the snuff porn if the filmmaker uses their head. And I always am cautious. I have close to 500 snuff flicks in my private collection. And I will have 500 more before I die. The one I made over the weekend might be one of my favorites. I killed two birds with one stone. Okay, two people with one knife. My beef was with the man. And I did not know his ex-wife came over earlier that night.

This guy cut me off on the road, then rolled down the window and cussed me out. His fault not my fault. And because I watched him do the same thing to a few more drivers, I decided he needed to die for the safety of all drivers. Easy to get an address with a license plate number. Once, I had that, I broke into his house with the intent of castrating him then killing him. I enjoy cock and ball torture sex. But it just serves as foreplay to me.

I Love Killing Two Fucktards for the Price of One

As I had him tied up naked on his bed, a crazed woman came in with a knife. Sort of like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Not sure if she wanted to kill me or him. But when he saw her, the look on his face told me he did not know who the target was either. So, as she lunged at me, I turned around swiftly and sliced her open. Her entrails fell out as she landed on top of my intended victim. I leaped out of the way quickly as I saw her falling on the bed.

She bled out on top of my victim. His muffled cries told me she might be smothering him to death. And I got this all on camera too. Her guts spilling out and everything. But to make sure my intended victim died, I got a broom handle and carved it with my knife to create a spear. Then I stabbed them both. Drove that handmade spear through both bodies. And through the mattress too. Under the bed was a sea of guts and blood. The scene I created felt like something out of an 80s horror movie. And that seemed very fitting for Killtober. I love it when I get to kill two fucktards at once.

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps Find You Young Fuck Meat

killer phone sexI enjoy killer phone sex calls. But I prefer to be the accomplice and not the victim anymore. However, as a switch I do go both ways. Sometimes, I meet a kinky pervert at the strip club. John comes to the club once a week. Big tipper. Likes to cum on my tits in the VIP room. Last week, he asked me how much money I needed to live happily ever after. And I thought perhaps, this was a fantasy question. So, I tossed out a number. Then he asked what I would be willing to do for it.

I should have known he was feeling me out. So, I told him just about anything that did not involve animals or shit. And he said what about kidnapping a young girl for his rape phone sex fantasies. My eyes lit up because I am no stranger to such accomplice jobs. But I was a stranger to the amount of money he offered me. Wow. More money than a few men combined have paid me to help them violate young girls.

Maybe he was joking, but when I went back to his place, I saw huge stacks of money. What did this guy do for a living. He comes into the club looking like your average guy. Even drives a normal car. I thought perhaps he sells drugs or maybe he was in the mob. But I knew it was rare to have that much cash laying around your house. But I did not ask questions. Not my place.

I Can Be Your Accomplice and Help You Get a Young Girl to Fuck

But I took the money and did the job. Found him the perfect young piece of meat. Young girls might be the dumbest things around. They always trust me. Sometimes, I must use chloroform, but most girls hold my had as I lead them to their torture or death. I brought her right to my client’s penthouse suite. It surprised me that he planned on fucking this angel in his own place.

I ripped her clothes off, shoved a ball gag in her mouth to muffled her cries and screams. And I turned on some music. No one on his floor. He owns the entire top floor. Still had no clue what he did for a living. But curiosity killed the cat, so I kept my mouth shut and helped him make a teen rape porn with this little fuck meat doll. And I cleaned up her bloody cunt with my mouth.

I thought he would kill the girl, but he kept her for his fuck doll collection.  He seemed like a man just like my former master. Keep a young fuck doll until she ages out. Maybe, I can help you find a tender morsel to fuck too?

Bloody dreams that will make you cream

Snuff Phone Sex Vera

I was hanging upside down. Bound at the ankles, wrists tied behind my back. Hanging over a beautiful bathtub with golden claw feet. My mouth, taped closed. Shallow breaths. I knew what was coming.

I could see the shadow of him walking from the door way into the room. Holding a scythe in both hands as he came to the tub. The smile on his face twisting in a sadistic way.

He begins to slowly drag the scythe across my skin, not enough to cut it though. Just so I can feel how sharp the blade is. I cry out a little as panic sets in, and I start to try to free myself.

Then, ever so slowly, he starts making small cuts into my skin. I can feel the pierce of the blade as it slices acorss my flesh, baring with it the red of blood as it starts to spill. Coating the blade with every cut made. I try crying out louder, struggling to get free, as he just keeps going.

I start feeling light headed. There are now dozens of cuts across my body. My tits, stomach, legs. The blood lose is starting to get to me. The well of fear as I continue to struggle and cry, which fuels his need to see more of my insides.

I then feel the blade start scraping up against my pussy. The tip of it starting to make it’s way into my hole. I can feel the blade start to cut into the wall of the canal, and cry out even more. Tears now streaming down my face. There’s no stopping what’s gonna happen next.

The blade starts to cut more, blood now gushing out of my destroyed twat. Cutting into the pubic bone, and continuing to pierce more flash as the blade makes it way into my stomach region. I convulse, pain and blood loss setting in now.

The blade continues to go though, ripping out my womb, intestines, liver. Everything now spilled into the tub below. A collection he liked keeping after he was done. Because, with what consciousness I had left, I saw him step into the tub and start bathing in it.

And then, just like getting to the end of chapter of a book and flipping the page to start the next one, I woke up. Realizing I was playing with my clit and squirted a few times in my sleep while I was dreaming about all of that. Again.

These dreams always get me horny.

 

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Domination phone sex with a killer twist in the end.

Domination phone sex            Domination phone sex with a killer twist in the end. Now, I know what you are thinking. Nope. Don’t even think about it. Thinking gangbang. To cliché. Perhaps injecting of puss into the balls or the captive. Yawn to slow.

            It must be remembered that pain can be torturous. It can at the same time be orgasmic. Combine the two and you have the best recipe for torturous orgasms. That is to say you will cum and explode at the same time.

            Now, to reach this point. You must first release yourself and know that as soon as we begin you are going to feel tingling. Go with it. As shown above the cunt is getting tickled with a vibrator through a cage. Next, picture the ball gag. The water is cold.

            Bringing to life all the senses. It must be remembered that in the cold things are preserved. Come play with us. The time is now. Be tortured to cum. Not until I say so though. Else you will be flogged.

            Until when you are finally allowed to cum you explode ending as the greatest snuff sex ever. Death by orgasm. The number one way to die.

Killer Phone Sex Victim Bleeds Out During Snuff Sex

killer phone sexNothing gets the heart pumping in my pussy like killer phone sex. My heart felt like it was going to explode. All the adrenaline was going to my clit while I ran. You were behind me with a knife. I got to the front door as soon as you caught me. You grabbed my arm and threw me on the floor. I was completely fucking naked, so there was nothing to pad my fall. You climbed on top of me and slammed my head into the ground until I passed out. 

I Knew I Wouldn’t Survive The Night

I woke up on my face. There was a burning pain in my ass and cunt. I was lying in a pool of sticky blood leaking from my fucked up holes. I grimaced. Then I heard your boots stepping to me. I tried to crawl away. You climbed on top of me and hauled my ass up in the air. I screamed for you to stop, but I was so light headed. Your cock slammed into my pussy and I screamed. It’s like my screaming made your cock harder. More and more of my blood leaked out of my cunt and leaked all over your cock. 

You fucked my holes so hard so many times I started to get too swollen to fit your dick inside of me. That’s when you decided to fuck me with your knife. The searing pain got worse when you started hitting my cervix. My pussy was being literally torn in half by your cock. I screamed again. The tears started running down my face. You forced me to kiss you. I spit in your face. I shouldn’t have done that. You forced me to look at you while you plunged your knife into my back. You pierced my lungs. I spent my last few breaths being a killer’s cum rag. 

Bloody Phone Sex Just Got Bloodier and More Torturous

bloody phone sexIt would not be Killtober without bloody phone sex. Recently, a caller inspired me to utilize more medieval torture. My grandfather did not just leave me his massive knife collection, but his medieval torture collection too. Some of the pieces are authentic and appraised at a high price. And insured too. But a couple pieces are replicas made to look authentic. All of which now reside in my underground bunker. Or best known as my new kill shack. Have not abandoned my old one yet, but this new one is more convenient.

So, after my phone call, I spoke with a friend who seems to be able to find anything you want or need from young girls to drugs to a medieval rack. But I have always wanted a medieval rack. And he found me one. For a pretty penny, of course. It got delivered yesterday. And it even has fresh blood stains on it. My guess, some one else used it recently for torture sex. Just like I planned to do also.

But who would be my first victim? My need to try this expensive, centuries old torture device, made me less selective. So, the first person to annoy me would win one free torturous death. And that just happened to be some vacuous self-entitled coed cunt who cut in line at my Goth coffee house thinking all the other Goth folks would not check her bad behavior, and when someone did, she went off on an unholy rant. My lucky turned into her last day on earth.

Nothing Better Than a Bloody, Torturous Medieval Death

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I followed her in my car, cut her off the road, dragged her out of her expensive car that no doubt mommy and daddy bought for her. Luckily, she went down a back road, less traveled. Tossed her in my trunk and drugged her. And she woke up tied to my new rack. Feisty whore. Mouthy too. I put a ball gag in her mouth because I hate those whiny, high pitched bimbo sounds. Once I cranked the rack up, she started screaming. Muffled screams, but at least she was no longer talking.

Honestly, I like to prolong the snuff sex torture for as long as possible so I can achieve maximum pain for my victim and maximum pleasure for me. But her voice and screeching forced me to put her out of my misery. So, she died quickly. At least quickly by my standards. But painfully. My nice new toy ripped her in two. Eviscerated her, leaving her guts on the floor and her  blood on my wall. But nothing a hose and some paint cannot fix.

Torture phone sex with Stephanie the snuff slut

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Master says that I’m his favorite torture phone sex slut. That’s because I have these fantasies of torturing little ones for him. I can’t help but to get all hot and horny when he makes me tell him about fishing a little bitch’s tongue out of her mouth with my tongue and then biting it off to feed to him. I get just as turned on when I start talking about spitting a big mouthful of her blood all over his huge, stiff dick and stroking him with it. I can’t get over how fucking hot he makes me. I ram my fingers deep in my whore cunt and make him hail Satan with me while I’m dreaming of us sacrificing all those little ones together. Getting fucked next to a cold, lifeless pile of tiny victims is my ultimate fantasy and Master wants to help me make it a reality. I want his big, stiff dick driving into me while we’re just inches away from a stack of my victims’ limp bodies, all torn apart and soaked in blood. In my perfect, fantasy scene I’ll have a cage full of little brats waiting their turn to be tortured and snuffed by me. It’s one of my favorite things to talk about on my calls. I’ll let Master pick the one he wants and make all of the others watch. I want them all terrified, knowing that they’re about to suffer the same torture and abuse before being slowly snuffed out. I’m already rubbing my whore cunt and waiting on you to call me so we can explore your evil thoughts. 

 

Torture Sex with a Sexy Switch Means You Might Lose Your Balls

torture sexA sexy switch enjoys torture sex too. Once upon a time, men tortured me sexually. But now, I get to be behind the wheel. And I love it. When I met Alex, he told me he wanted extreme cock and ball torture. I met him at the strip club, but I tortured him at my place. Over the past few years, I have acquired some bondage equipment, large dildos, sounding devices and a slew of whips and chains.

Not all men enjoy this kind of cock and ball torture, but you might be surprised at how many do enjoy it. Since my strip club frowns upon screaming in the VIP room, I felt seemed safer to mutilate his dick and balls at home. Alex did not have a clue how extreme I could go.  Castration phone sex callers inspire me daily and fuel my revenge fantasies. Alex appeared to be just like one of my callers. A simp who knows his cock cannot pleasure any woman. Or an extreme pervert who wants to check himself before he wrecks himself.

I Love Extreme Ball Busting and Cock Mutilation

I do not care why you want cock and ball torture if you pay me. The money helps, but sometimes I would do it for free because it helps me deal with my repressed anger over daddy and his friends, and men like my former master. I strapped Alex to a surgical table that I purchased last year at an auction. He seemed impressed that I had all sorts of devices designed to hurt and destroy his worthless junk.

I put one of those castration bands farmers use for sheep and cattle around his balls. Slowly his balls turned blue, purple and eventually black. Once they go black, those balls remain dead for life. They may not fall off, but they will never aid in an erection again. This process mimics a chemical castration. While his balls went through the necrification process, I lubed a sounding device up with Icy Hot and put it down his piss hole. Good thing I had him restrained properly because he almost came off the table from the pain.

He started to have second thoughts about such extreme cock and ball torture phone sex, but I knew I would not turn back. He paid me way too well for me to walk away. I did the job he wanted. Turned the juice off in his balls. Created pain. And mutilated his cock. And I loved every minute of it. Who is next?

Necro Fantasy: A Carnival of Depravity

Necrophilia phone sex

 

Hello, perverted pests—your nightmare’s about to unfold.

I’m your sinister host, reveling in the most twisted, taboo desires. If you’re lusting after a good time, look no further—I’ll be your guide into the depths of depravity.Imagine a world where boundaries don’t exist, a realm of carnal freedom. Together, we’ll snatch our victims from the streets, a random selection of unwilling participants.It’s a bloody affair, a gruesome harvest, but necessary for our twisted pleasure. Their screams, a haunting melody, music to my sickened ears.

We’ll push the limits, and then some—a macabre dance with the devil. Their flesh, a canvas for our sinister desires, and the blood, a sticky, iron-rich treat.I’ll describe the pleasure of slicing into tender flesh, the juicy squelching as the knife sinks deep. Imagine the ecstasy of power, of watching their life drain away.And in their final moments, we’ll defile their lifeless bodies, a perverse victorious act. My clit will throb with each brutal stroke, each grunting thrust.

Cum with me, perverts, as we explore the boundaries of sanity. Our victims are mere props, disposable vessels for our sinister needs.No taboos, no limits, just cascading pleasures—a carnal vortex of depraved ecstasy. And in the end, an explosive climax, a macabre flourish.This is the ultimate high, a necro-fantasy realized. Our victims’ souls can’t escape this vile destiny.

So, grasp your swords, my twisted allies, as we embark on this sinister safari.

Let the bloodbath begin!”