Category: Bloody phone sex

Beaten and bloody, making me help you ravage little one’s

Kidnapping phone sex

You’re a sick and twisted fuck, but so am I. I love the pain and pleasure just as much as you love to inflict it. Rushing at me with your eyes as black as the devil himself makes me cream my panties so I’m willing to go out of my way to do anything your broken black heart desires.

You harbor in so much hate for your mommy, beating you from the time you were born. Leaving you to take your rage on other young little one’s. What’s better than a sick torn up bitch to help you lure them in. Kidnapping these little cunts.

Everything I do, it’s to make you proud, bring puffy pink pussy all tied up and handled, ready for you to pound the fuck out.

I had these little bitch’s by the hair. Chaining them together down on a table for you to shred. I ripped off their clothes just leaving their bloody panties as you pulled them up their bungholes and took your sick and twisted rape fantasies out on them.

Caressing their little head telling them “it’s ok, he’s gonna put a load in” as their crying for mommy. Their whimpers made you a monster, tearing, shredding and ripping out their cherry’s as a god damn snack.

I’m so turned on watching the meat monster in you cum out, covering these scared little ho’s with bloody filled goey thick spunk.

Bloody Phone Sex Because I am a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexAs a horror movie junkie, I’m a fan of bloody phone sex. I like to make a mess. For me, I’m living my best life when I turn a simple murder into a gorefest. A guy once called me a gore whore, and I do believe that’s true. I’m very visual. And at the end of a kill, I seem most proud of myself when I’ve dismembered a victim, cut off his dick or sexually mutilated her junk and left nothing but blood, internal organs and sinew in my wake.

I’m a fan of over kill because overkill throws suspicion off me. Makes cops look closer to home for a personal motive. Overkill suggests familiarity not a random encounter. And that’s because overkill suggests rage. And normally folks do not get that sort of rage from a stranger.

When I murder somebody, I can control my rage. I don’t really feel rage for them. It’s more that I just like violence. And I like blood and guts. It’s not personal. The way I see it, I get rid of some asshole or bitch who the world will never really miss, and I get my blood and guts fix.

As a Gore Whore I Turn a Crime Scene into a Blood Fest

Over the weekend I killed a couple. A husband and wife who steal from the elderly to fund their drug habit. I got wind of them before the cops ever did. That’s because I listen to the chatter in chat rooms on the dark net and to people talking in public spaces. I did my research and quickly uncovered the couple. Sometimes I must do police work for the police.

Would the world miss two tweakers? I didn’t think so. So, I broke into their house on Saturday night. And I put them out of everybody’s misery. They start with robbing people for their addiction. But it will make them kill somebody someday. I verified that this couple was behind a slew of home invasions over the past year. I tied them to at least a dozen home invasions where elderly people lost their life savings.

Overkill Throws Suspicion Off Me

People who prey on the elderly for financial gain deserve death. And they deserve a very messy painful death. A trailer park couple with drug paraphernalia everywhere, I think the cops would assume this was a drug deal gone bad. I completely massacred the couple. Sexual mutilation. Excessive stab wounds and dismemberment. It would point to one of the cartels. But I don’t even think the cartels would worry about two tweakers.

But the amount of overkill I demonstrated in their brutal deaths will point to a more personal motive. I even used a chainsaw to take off their legs and arms. But I did that while they still breathed so they would feel it. And so, it would create a bloody massacre. Bodies don’t bleed the same if you dismember and cut them postmortem.

Normally I would prefer the torture sex to last all night if not even for days. However, this couple did live in a trailer park with neighbors so I couldn’t take all the time I wanted. But I did make it a gorefest for the time I did spend with them. And they felt it. They suffered. And they died. Actions have consequences. Even if the police don’t put two and two together, there might be some sadistic bitch like me who does. And what I do to somebody seems far more terrifying than prison.

Teen Rape Porn is Hot to Watch But Hotter to Make

teen rape pornMen call me when they can only watch so much teen rape porn. I agree it’s hot to watch. But you can only watch so much before you decide you need to make some of your own. And when men want to act on their desires for something young and tender, they often seek out an accomplice like me to help make it happen.

When Michael called me, I couldn’t believe he waited so long. Most men never act on their desires for young girls. Either they do not want to literally blow up their lives, or they want to stay out of prison. The average man can control his impulses until he can’t. But I’m the wrong person to call if you want to check your urges. I just make you want young pussy even more. That’s because I can paint a very vivid picture of what it’s like to fuck someone young and tight.

Men Can Only Watch So Much Brat Porn Before They Want to Make It

I’ve been the young pussy, and I’ve been around young pussy. So, I know how to craft a hot roleplay phone sex scenario that makes it feel real. But for some men, those roleplays just make them want it more. And Michael needed help, so he hired me. I helped his brother a few years ago fuck a young girl. So, he knew about me. Turns out Michael’s brother talked me up to him and gave him my number.

Friday night, we hunted around town until we found a young girl that made his dick harder than anyone before. And I kidnapped her for him. I took her to a no tell motel. I drugged her to stifle her screams. Some men like a girl who fights. But Michael just wanted a tight young pussy to fuck. And he did not want to end up in prison. So, the roofie I slipped her kept her from screaming bloody murder while Michael ravaged her tiny virgin cunt.

Men Need Accomplices Like Me to Help Them Fuck Young Pussy

He looked like a horny dog in heat too. He never felt anything that tight on his dick before. And he fucked her asshole too. According to him, it felt even tighter than her pussy. It was all he could do not to explode the moment he entered her young bald cunt. I filmed it for him. And I did not charge extra for it. I think anytime a man fucks a young girl for the first time somebody like me should film it. This is how he improves his technique and relives the magical moment.

Since I drugged this one, she would never remember what happened to her. But Michael will always remember. Because a man never forgets the first time he sinks his big daddy dick into a tiny little pussy. We left her in the hotel. She would wake up eventually and either call for help or get her own self home.

She won’t remember being an ass rape porn star for much older man. And nobody at that motel will remember us because I paid handsomely so no one would remember us. And at seedy little motels like that, money talks. So, if you want to fuck something young and tight, let me help you. It can be our little secret. Not even your wife needs to know.

Domination Phone Sex is Hot When You Take Charge of ME!

Domination Phone Sex

Domination Phone Sex is so fucking hot when you take charge of me.

I can’t help but be a submissive little fuck when I’m around you.

Being a good little sex slave for you.

But sometimes you piss me off so bad with your demands, I want to turn around and dominate you.

Show you what it’s like on the other side of the ropes, when I hold the keys to the handcuffs.

I want you on your knees, completely submitting to me.

I want you to know that I will take what I want, and if I want your cock right now, it will be mine.

You are powerless over me when the mood comes over me, you drive to be held down and raped for you, thinking you have authority over me.

You are my little sex slave now, and your cook will be mine now.

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Domination Phone Sex Streams with My Son Gives Mommy a Violent Makeover

domination phone sexExtreme domination phone sex live streams make my son money. Plus, it gives me the best pink cocaine. I understand the trade-off with my son. The best cocaine around in exchange for a few broken ribs and a violent makeover. I’m always game because my son brings me the best cocaine ever. And when he arrived yesterday, I showed off the fresh injections in my lips. My son likes me getting those injections because it turns my lips into cock pillows. My son seemed extra stressed, and I know that one of his stress release mechanisms is to beat mommy beautiful.

With my fun bags on display, he turned them into punching bags quickly. As I teetered on stiletto heels, looking like a pencil within inflatable tires, he started to beat me beautiful. Pushed my head in the bowl of cocaine while he punched me in my kidneys. He would hold my head in the coke, while punching the sides of my face at the same time.

He managed to punch my eyes, my cheeks and my lips too. When he let me up for air, my face looked Geisha white with pink tinge from the cocaine, and you could see the bruises already appearing. It gave me a sort of glam look. The live stream started the moment he arrived, and I could hear the tip chimes pouring in as he punched all around my body.

My Son Loves Me. He Beats Me Beautiful So I  Can Enjoy Great Cocaine

But I’m his ass rape porn star too. And no live stream would be complete without some abuse of my prolapsed asshole. He started punching my prolapse before he decided to string me up by it. He tied a string around my prolapsed asshole and spun me around like a lasso. When I landed on the ground with a thud, he spit in my face and punched my jaw a few times. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he helped me until they flew across the room.

I’ll do anything for my skinny powder. He kicked me, punched me and even spit in my face before he grabbed me by that prolapse and dragged me across the room. Chimes poured in. I knew he needed my ass pipe. So, he grabbed my prolapse, pulled it taught, and put a zip tie on it to turn it into his private cock sleeve. But instead of regular lube, he used icy hot as the lubrication for his new flesh light/ass sleeve. Ouch. The icy hot burned through my prolapsed asshole as he pounded my prolapsed ass.

He lit mommy up like the Fourth of July punching every ounce of my body while he mutilated my prolapse with his cock. When I collapsed onto the floor, he body slammed me. He takes full advantage of me. As he continued to beat me beautiful, he told me I seemed like a natural bottom bitch. But everybody knows that’s true. Cocaine makes me stupid and easy.

Somebody Needs to Beat Mommy Beautiful

When I saw him pull out the plastic bag and fill it with some Coke, I knew he wanted suffocation phone sex. He loves to watch me try to snort all the cocaine in the bag while he fucks my prolapse and fists my cunt. If I pass out, he punches me awake and we do it again. This always makes the chimes pour in too. With a bag over my head, he punched my eyes until they swelled shut.

Then he used my prolapsed asshole as a handlebar and dragged me to the bathroom so he could drown me in dirty toilet water. He forced my head into the toilet and held it down while he fucked my prolapsed asshole. When he wanted to give me a breathing break, he would flush the toilet. And he periodically pissed in my mouth too. He turned me into his piss pig and kept trying to drown me in front of his life stream audience. And they appeared to eat it up based on the number of tips that poured in.

I Look Good with a Violent MakeOver

And for his final act of violence, he decided to fuck my piss hole. He loves to hammer my urethra. As he shoved his dick down the only tight hole I still possess, he let mommy up again. I felt some ribs cracking as he punched and fucked my pee hole. He loves giving mommy a violent makeover. According to him, it makes me look prettier. So, he just kept punching, fucking and drowning me in the dirty toilet water.

By the time our live stream concluded, I looked completely swollen with my skin already turning black and blue. He hate fucked mommy. Punched my face, my head, my kidneys. Pissed on me. Kicked me. Fucked all four holes violently. But I know my boy loves me. I’m his cash cow. I’m a guaranteed money maker for his live streaming audience. He left me with a nice big bowl of pink cocaine so I can lick my wounds until the next time he needs money, feels stressed or both.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Overwhelms Me Because So Many Folks Deserve to Die

killer phone sexWe all possess killer phone sex fantasies. And I believe in this modern age we live in those desires have only strengthened. Personally, I think I deserve some sort of award for not killing every motherfucker I meet daily. Too many fucking idiots and assholes exist. And most days I feel overwhelmed and not sure who to kill first.

Recently, a fellow Goth girl informed me that she encountered an online predator. Well, her daughter did. Her young teenage girl thought that the person she’d been chatting with went to her school. She got catfished by a much older man. And that much older man tried to kidnap her. But this girl knew how to handle herself thanks to her mother. So, she got away. But I started thinking about the next girl who wouldn’t be so lucky.

Despite having an exhaustive snuff sex list of who deserves to die, I put this online predator at the top of the list. And I set a honey trap. He’s not the only pervert who knows how to catfish. My young protégé, wanted to help me with this. So, I used her picture because I felt certain that a man like that would do his research and find out that she goes to the local high school.

This was our version of to catch a predator. When he showed up to meet her, of course he did not realize I laid in wait. We used my house, so we could easily get him into my torture chamber. I don’t know how many girls this man sexually assaulted. But when traced IP addresses, I realized he’s been doing this for a while. So, I plotted revenge for my friend’s daughter and all the other girls who did not escape him.

To Catch a Predator is My Favorite Game

He woke up in my castration chair. He deserved death. But I feel castration phone sex seems like the perfect revenge for a sexual predator. They will keep their urges, but they can no longer fulfill them because I neutered them. Well, this time, my protégé neutered him. I let her enjoy the honors. And she sexually carved up his junk with a rusty old blade. And she joked about how she hopes his dick gets gangrene and falls off. We both had a laugh at that one.

She eventually got to his balls and removed them. My protégé wants to start her own collection of severed balls. A reminder of her vigilantism and a reminder that she can use her murderous impulses for the greater good. And for us, the greater good always involves making the world safer for girls and women. Trust me. I killed and castrated men for less.

But I’m learning now that even if my kill list seems exhaustive, I always meet some loser who goes to the top of the list at hello. This pervert won’t go to the police because he’d have to admit what he’s done. He’d need to be honest about why any woman would want to castrate him. So, I own this ballless wonder now. And so does my young protégé.

I Prefer to Be Your Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex. My motto will always be that it feels better to be the accomplice than the victim. At least when I’m the accomplice, I make money and I leave unscathed. But I can’t say that about our victim. Charlie and I go back over a decade. This man used to do unspeakable things to me. As my sadistic master’s right-hand man, sometimes I served as the carrot master tangled in front of him to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Most women would avoid a man who abused them for years. And trust me, I thought about it. I thought about telling him to take his money and shove it up his ass. But the only reason I’m still walking and talking is because I’m scrappy. My street smarts keep me alive. So, I know not to piss off certain people like Charlie.

Him, and my former master parted ways. So, I decided to give Charlie a chance to see how he would behave without my master there. And it turned out he seemed just as afraid of my master as me. And he apologized for all the things he did to me back then.

When he offered me 10 grand to kidnap a schoolgirl for him, I took a chance on him. And I took the money. I knew there would be more to this than simple kidnapping phone sex.  Charlie proved he needed me. I’m the reason he can get access to a young schoolgirl to fuck.

I Prefer to Be the Accomplice Over the Victim

His time with my former master, gave him a love for those young brat pussies. But since he lacks a pussy and tits, young girls instinctively don’t trust him. He needs a woman to gain access to young girls.

Last night I kidnapped my 10th girl for him. And he’s paid me close to $1 million over the past two years. That makes him my most profitable client. So, I do whatever I need to do to keep Charlie happy. This time, I brought him something even younger. And I could tell he liked my choice of victims because the moment he laid eyes on her he popped wood in his jeans.

This girl thought she might get a modeling contract but instead she got a lot of dick and eventually death. Stupid girl. Not my fault she trusted a strange woman. I put that on her parents for not telling her that women can be evil bitches too. Charlie fucked this little girl into oblivion. Shredded her pussy with his tree trunk cock. It made her bleed bright crimson red blood as he popped her cherry.

And The Only Reason I Am Still Breathing is Because I am Scrappy

This little girl starred in a teen rape porn and didn’t even realize it. She saw our faces, so she needed to die. But not before I filmed Charlie fucking her into oblivion. Charlie enjoys those tight little holes. The kind of holes women my age no longer possess. But when you are a grown man with a big dick and you fuck a tiny young girl, that cock will do some damage. No way could we let her live. Charlie choked her out and I buried the body in the woods.

Another girl bites the dust. Some girls can survive the brutal attacks conducted by me and my clients. So, in a way I’m just thinning the herd. Only strong girls survive. I survived. And now I’m helping men like my father and like my former master fuck up some young pussies and asses. Maybe you want to be my client next. Who should we hunt for?

Bondage Phone Sex Fantasies, I Can’t Say No To You!

Bondage Phone Sex

Bondage Phone Sex fantasies where you tie me up and make me beg.

The thick rope tying my wrists behind my back pulls my shoulders back.

My plump chest is out, and my breasts are ready to be bound as well.

I want to feel completely helpless when I’m with you.

You twist the rope around each breast and pull hard, making them just mounds for you to play with.

Next, you shackle my ankles far apart, exposing my cute little pussy to the world.

And no way to close my legs or say no….

And last but certainly not least, the contraption that keeps my mouth wide open for any and all dick that comes my way.

No matter how much I choke and gag, I won’t be able to stop you at all!

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Shredded cuntie piss test on my face, brutal golden showers

Taboo phone sex

You’re a sadistic fuck. Perfect for my liking. The type of man that my mommy whored me to at such a young age. I was a little naughty shit that learned to endure and love the pain. So try me, look me right in the eyes and give me that dirty red look of blood anger and rage.

I look like such an adorable sweet thing don’t I? Cute blonde with a popping ass and great tits, you’d never know that I crave brutal raw beatings that leave me questioning life itself.

I love getting bent, and not just doggie, but grab me by my throat. Squeeze till I’m barely breathing and spread my legs by slapping the shit outa my ass. Shove your fingers inside my ass as your big burly danger dick shreds my creamy tight little bald cuntie. I’m throbbing and pulsating as you ram so hard, smashing my face into the wall. Demean me, make me feel like a pathetic worthless non dick worthy whore as you fuck the ever living shit outa me.

My snatch skin ripping and tearing apart. Fecal creamy goey cum running out of me, turn me the hell on. The more you choke me and cuss me out, the more I spew all over your dirty fucking dick.

Snuff phone sex

Pull out and make me taste it before you fill my insides. Make me pull on your balls so tight they turn bright red. I’ve gotta good grip on those dingleberries making them blue as you fill my cheeks with your meat.  “Turn the fuck over bitch” as you nut deep in my little torn pink pussy.

I’m screaming and creaming with fucking joy as you got another grip on my hair. “A bitch like you deserve to be pissed on” as your cum dripping cock hangs over my face. I deserve this, I crave this, playing with fire makes my itty bitty kitty squirt.

Demand that I open my mouth as you piss all over my face. Covering my body from head to toe, a demon filled golden shower to clean all the hell off of me.

Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.