Category: Bloody phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex Slave Blair is Up for Auction

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.

I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.

Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.

The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.

One of These Days I Will Die for a Fix

However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.

The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.

They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.

I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.

Rape Fantasies Get Me Wet

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies turn me on so much, I love the idea of my pussy being taken from me and there is nothing I can do but cum, when you come in my room and slam me face down on the bed my pussy starts throbbing and creaming in my panties before you rip them off my tight little ass, shoving your massive cock balls deep into my pussy, pounding my cunt like a mad man, your big hand chocking me as you hammer my hole. Stepdaddy please not so hard I yell only because I know that will make you go harder in my juicy pussy, My screams make your cock brick hard, you tell me shut the fuck up and take this dick. I scream even louder when you shove your dick in my asshole, no lube just my sweet pussy juice. I can feel your thick dick deep in my asshole, I feel my ass ripping as you fuck me so fucking hard, my knees start to buckle ass your meaty cock drills my ass, big balls smacking my ass cheeks as your cock stretches my now gaping assshole  you are shooting ropes of cum deep inside my sweet starfish.  

Castration phone sex mind fucks you until they are gone

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex calls to you because you are haunted by those disgusting things between your legs. It’s time to say goodbye to your sack. This is a one-time deal, so we’ll take our time. I want you to show me how badly you want it.
Do you remember the first time you realized you didn’t want them? The first time you felt so dirty for having them? You must have lived in shame for a long time.  I can’t wait to get them in my hands. I’ll dig my black nails deep into your ball skin. I want to see you quiver in pain. This is such a special moment, I don’t want to waste a second. Every moment, you will be reminded how pathetic you are and how much you deserve to suffer.
I am the one who holds the power to drive you so mad that you do it yourself. Oh, the joy I will get when I have you puddy in my hands. I will slash at you. I’ll give you thousands of little cuts all over your body. Don’t forget you are my Torture sex slave, and I get to do whatever I want before you get what you want.
See, I want to work up an appetite. And for me, there is no better way to do that than to play with my knife. When you are all cut up, soaked in your own blood, my blade will meet your filthy ball sack. I’ll slice and dice, removing one ball at a time. The left one I will fry with some better, and the right, maybe we’ll eat that one sushi style.

Lets Cut Her Up And Drink Her Blood Together!

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I love being a cannibal whore with my filthy satanic boyfriend. We fantasized last night about kidnapping a catholic school girl. She would be blond with a flat chest and puffy nipples a flat stomach and a little bubble but. We take her to our cabin and my boyfriend strips her down and starts raping her tight little hole in this fantasy. She screams and cries as he pumps his demonic cock in and out of her tights hole I start shaving off her hair as she screams and give him a big kiss then we slit her throat in this fantasy and I fill two cups up with her blood and we drink it down before we fuck over her dying body as she chokes on her own blood I laugh and giggle as he fills my pussy full of that hot demon cum then I start carving her to pieces and feeding him her raw flesh and he kisses me sharing her flavor with me. I just cant help it I love cutting them up and eating them with him. He calls me is devious cheap phone sex whore and we make her body into a chili and feed her bones to the pigs.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.

Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.

Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.

Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent

Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.

I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.

I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.

It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?

Home invasion phone sex makes my whore cunt gush!

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If home invasion phone sex calls make your dick twitch then I’m at your service as a kinky accomplice whore. I’m an evil, no limits slut and I like my calls as dark and twisted as I am! I’m ready to kick a door in and tie up some little young sluts so that we can torture them together! I’ve had my eye on the two little brats next door for a while now. Their mommy leaves them sleeping at home alone every night while she goes off to work, assuming they’re safe in their beds. She has no idea what evil lurks right next door. I’m over here every night, ramming a fat dildo in my cunt and telling random phone fucks about how badly I want to abuse those girls. Maybe you can be the dark daddy that finally talks me into walking over there, smashing my way into the house and torturing those innocent, little brats for you. I’m ready to hold them down and have you force fuck their tiny holes while I’m strangling them with their panties and slashing into them with my knife. I have a thick dildo with metal spikes all the way around it and I’m about to force fuck these little bitches until their tiny cunnies look like bloody piles of ground up meat! Cum on Daddy, maybe you’re close enough to actually join me and you can help me rip them wide open and then tear them apart! My pussy is already soaking wet just from looking out of my window, seeing the glow of their nightlight and knowing that they are sleeping only a few feet away… Let’s play!

Thanksgiving torture time courtesy of uncle Creech

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It’s that time of the year where my freaky incestual family gets together to eat some meat and potatoes, with our own sick gravy on top. My perverted old uncle fuck loves to come cook and get drunk, feel up my skirt or even bang me in the closet if he’s feeling extra frisky.

It always starts at the dinner table, he’ll run his hands up my skirt and squeeze my loosey goosey moist pussy lips, pull and shove his finger far up my soiled cave, always pushing my little panties to the side like a true raunchy nasty creech. He’s the man that broke me in at such a young age, got me addicted to rage and anger so much that I crave it. It’s now tradition he rips and shreds my insides out every time we see each other.

He still laughs and snickers while he drunkenly finger bangs me under the table in front of the whole family. I spread my legs, wetting the seat, bloody cum drops dripping to the floor I can tell he wanted much much more.

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It didn’t take long for uncle to grab me by the neck, pull my hair and drag me into the bathroom and lock me in. Throwing me onto the counter, throwing up my skirt and shoving his massive machine into my tiny tootsie, torturing me, making me scream cry and whimper for help. The whole family wanted to watch him take all his rage and rape fantasies out on me like he’s always done, turning dinner into a sick incestual fuck show.

With drinks in their hands everyone encouraged him, cheered and laughed as usual as I was being ripped apart. My knees up to my chin with my head back. Spitting in my mouth and calling me “a fucking whore” uncle unleashed his anaconda beast inside me. Drunk cock banged, he slapped me raw and red till I was bleeding out of every hole. It was just like old times when he’d sneak into my bedroom at night or while I was taking a show and rob me of my virgin years turning me into a submissive slave. Cum humiliate me….

Blasphemy sex brings the power to your balls to make an army

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is more than just bringing power to ourselves. It’s about building up the power for Satan to come to this world. We need to bring about the apocalypse, and we need an army. Master, your balls are so full, and I know you will breed me for Satan’s army!
First, I will bring forth our little sacrifice. A young virgin with a tight pussy that will bleed on your cock for our Dark Lord! Master, when your cock enters her bald cunt I will piss down her throat and hail Satan. Each time you pump into her cunt, do it harder and harder. Bring so much suffering upon this little cunt, and then I will slit her throat.
Hold in that cum, my king, and fuck me on top of our Snuff sex slave as she bleeds out. This will ensure a good start to the Satanic army we want to build! Just imagine, all of your cum totally drained, and the power of your cock fuels bringing Hell on Earth.

Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About

bloody phone sexI become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.

Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.

Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.

Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead

Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.

But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.

Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.

Castration and Domination Are A Girls Best Friend

 

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Last night I had a nasty domination phone sex call with a real slut that wanted the ultimate C&B torture! I took him to a catholic church one of the old abandoned ones in the city and laid him down oved a pentagram i carved in the wood floor. I tied up his cock and balls until they were red and purple and bulging. I stuck smalll sewing needles in his swollen ball sack and made small drops of blood fall down the swollen sack. He whimpered but didn’t budge the man slut knew his place. I shoved a large sounding rod in his pisshole and laughed when he screamed out and begged me to stop.

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I reminded him that he asked for this and his sacrifice would taint this sacred ground. I pulled out a long sharp scalpel the blade was ever so slightly curves and i knew his blood would look amazing on the cold steal metal of the blade. I began cutting away at his cock one piece at a time.  Sticky warm blood covered my hand and when I was finished there was just skin and blood. I licked the blood from my hands and blade and fed him his manhood and laughed at him knowing he was just another useless slut now.