Category: Bloody phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy are Popular with Me

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I fulfill on and off the phone. I think there will always be plenty of men who want to fuck me up. And many want to do so just because I remind them of mommy. My stepson enjoys getting violent with me. However, my sons do not. And sometimes mommy wants rough sex. But I always get rough sex cranked up as high as it gets. It seems I always remind somebody of the mature woman who teased them incessantly.

Bobby promised me some coke in exchange for a rape fantasy. He seemed like a normal guy with mommy issues. I did not meet him in a nefarious place. He did not sell drugs for a living or make snuff films. Just a horny boy jonesing for some mommy pussy. And it seemed to go as I expected initially. We went back to his place and enjoyed some role playing in the bedroom. But then he tied up his bitch mama. And that’s where things turned nasty. While tied up, he punched me a few times.

He might’ve broken a rib. I heard a bone snap. Then I felt immense pain. So, I asked him to stop and let me go because I needed medical attention. However, he told me the fun had just begun for him. Something snapped in him. I met Mr. Hyde at the bar, but Mr. Jekyll greeted me in the bedroom. His rape phone sex fantasies for mommy turned violent on a dime. I misjudged his mommy fantasy.

So Many Men Enjoy Mommy Rape Fantasies

This young man smacked me, punched me, choked me, and even told me he planned on killing me. I feared for my life. Once again, I made the wrong choice. I am a violent man magnet. Not sure what about me it is that makes men turn into Dr. Jekyll with a smile. I just needed to figure out how to get out of this mess.

Although I did some cocaine, I still had enough sense to think about how to get out of the situation. I did not want to end up dead. Even though I know my death might be inevitable with my lifestyle, I’m a fighter. My family makes me fight for my survival. What Dr. Jekyll did not realize is that I’m double jointed.

So, when he turned away for a second, I got my arm out of the restraint. And I grabbed him by the balls. For a woman, the best way to get out of a sticky situation seems to be grabbing a man’s testicles so hard that you make them fall to their knees. He went down for the count, giving me enough time to untie the other restraints.

I kicked him a few more times in the balls. He very fucked me, but he never came. He did crack my rib and left quite a lot of bruises in the short time I spent tied up, but I did not become his snuff porn star because I survived. Women like me learn to be scrappy to get out of trouble and death. When will I ever learn. Men dangle cocaine in front of me like a carrot and I take the bait every time.

Gothic Phone Sex for Halloween is The Best Fantasy Fun

Obviously Halloween is this Gothic Phone Sex Succubus’s favorite time of year. It’s the Holiday after my black soul. In fact it’s the Devils night for coming into play. As a younger girl I loved playing in real haunted places and trying to talk with the dead.

Now, it’s my place as Satan’s left hand to entice more souls to his dark side. Now let me tell you a secret. It’s not really that I am inviting these individuals, it’s more like taking and sacrificing them. One would call it Murder.

In the cozy warm shadows of the bitter Fall night I search from the shadows. The aroma of death and decay in old rotting houses that have a far darker past. These are my favorite paces to launch a secret meet up with these annoying curious guys.

Gothic Phone Sex Calls for Your Darkest Desires

First these guys are the most fucking normal boring shits ever. After all they always try to hit on me at the bar’s or online. Yet what the fuck do you think I would ever want with you and your damned khaki, baseball cap wearing moronicness?

Now, in this season I like to play with my food. Thus like a cat plays with it’s catnip toy. The precise term is to toy with them. Once I have them willing to do Anything to “get a chance with me” , or you know fuck me. That is the moment I know I have their consent to use them.

Then it is not all clear as we are obviously Not on the same page. First of all consent on my behalf is you giving yours for me to murder you. Frankly I refer it to as a Sacrifice for my daddy. As I do love to please daddy Satan.

Finally I lure the loser to my realm. Then the moment he steps across the threshold I step out of the shadows behind him with piano wire in my hand and around his neck. An immediate gasp escaped his lips and I quickly pulled the wire and the blood began to flow.

As he fell to the ground bleeding out I checked his pants and sure enough there was that big hard erect penis. Now, this required an immediate penetration as I worked his dying body to get the dead mans sperm out. At last his was exactly what I needed, with his blood for the ritual.

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Lets Make Her Bleed

Snuff Phone Sex

Murder phone sex stories get a snuff phone sex sluts pussy so wet. I just love telling my murder stories like how I went and kidnapped this pretty brown haired blue eyed Christian whore and took her to my cabin with my boyfriend. We tied her up and I began cutting small pieces of her skin off and feeding it to my boyfriend. He always wanted to eat a living person and then have sex with their dead body. It turned me on just thinking about it.  I carved out her eyes and put them in a jar and laughed as she screamed.

Bloody Phone Sex

I always wanted blue eyes and now I had them. Snuff phone sex whores like me just loved it bloody and twisted. I shoved my knife up her ass and fucked her with the blade until there was no light in her eyes then I told my boyfriend to fuck her dead bloody body while I carved her up.  It was so sexy watching her lifeless body jerk as he shoved his cock in and out of her like that. I sliced her chest open and played with her blood and kissed him as he came seep inside here dead pussy.

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Sex with dead bodies fuels my Master’s evil powers

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies gives my Master what he wants: power. I am his servant whore, bound to my Master’s will. I do everything he tells me in the hope he will keep me alive. But the things I have to do are so evil. I have been entrusted with the dark task of selecting his next victim for a depraved ritual honoring the Dark Lord. This perverse act involving carnal intimacy with corpses amplifies my Master’s sinister powers, and I take pride in serving his wicked purposes.
I have to find our victims wherever I can. The best place to go is a playground in a bad neighborhood. I lure them into a trap, and they become helpless pawns in my Master’s game of twisted lust and death.
When the victim is secured, I bring them before my Master, who savors the sight of their fear and despair. He fucks them until they are soaked in blood, and when he cums inside their little cunts I slit their necks open. On the desecrated altar, adorned with symbols of Blasphemy sex and ancient dark magic. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the promise of unfathomable evil, and I fuck their corpses until the Dark Lord is satisfied, and sometimes that takes a day. I fuck them until they are just ground meat. If I am lucky, Master shares the power he gets by cumming in my pussy.

Killer Phone Sex Revenge Feels So Satisfying

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex night. What about you? Honestly, I just went out to have a drink. It’s been a long rough week, and I thought I would treat myself. But fate had other plans for me. I ran into one of my father’s cronies. A guy who routinely forced himself on me when as a very young girl. And this man I’ve searched for but never lucked out until last night in some random dive bar in the next county over. I found the devil himself drinking Budweiser at the bar.

I knew he would not remember me. At least not the way I look now. Last time he saw me, I did not have these gorgeous tits. I felt like the universe wanted me to kill Darren. Why else would we cross paths. I went to a bar I never go to in a different county from where I live because I saw an auto mechanic 45 minutes away who recommended this bar. The things that needed to occur to put us in the same space felt like fate.

Since the mechanic’s recommendation led to the death of the man who made my life hell for a decade, he will now be my mechanic of choice despite the distance. Although I know there’s no way he knew, I went to the bar thinking perhaps this mechanic wanted to see me outside of his car shop. But he wasn’t there. However, I found Darren and that made up for not getting fucked by a hot mechanic.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

I roofied my former tormentor, my dad‘s best friend Darren. The first man to ever fist my ass. And once he did, my dad and all his friends did too. His sick little torture sex games with a young schoolgirl inspired my father to do the same thing to me. And we all know a leopard does not change his spots. So, I killed him not only for revenge, but to protect future girls like me from his evilness.

And he seemed easy to kill. The drugs helped. But once I tied him to the bed, I told him who I was. And he looked like he had seen a ghost. And I could see the wheels turning in his head. But he could not come up with anything to say. However, he couldn’t say anything because even if he felt regretful, I planned on killing him. Men say anything to get out of trouble. And they say anything to keep their dicks attached to their bodies too.

He saw my big knife, and he knew what I planned for him. Not simple castration. That felt too good for him. Although I do enjoy castration phone sex I wanted to take the entire cock off his body. Without that he could not hurt another girl again. He wouldn’t need his dick in hell anyway because hopefully perverts just like him will make him their bitch boy.

I loved listening to him scream and plead for mercy just like I did as a little girl. I rescued myself. But nobody rescued this pervert. Because he’s floating in the lake somewhere dead with his severed cock in his mouth serving as fish food. Revenge feels so good.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True in the Right Circumstances

murder phone sex fantasiesSometimes I find myself consumed with murder phone sex fantasies. Also, I know I put myself in dangerous situations and acquaint myself with men all in the name of a fix for cocaine. Some men treat me far worse than others. And some I wish dead. But just because I have murderous fantasies, does not make me a murderer. Until it did.

I met James about 15 years ago. He’s a drug dealer that I go to when it’s an absolute emergency, but I prefer not to visit him because he’s brutal. Even more brutal than my stepson and more brutal than anybody in my past combined. But I saw him in a place I did not expect to see him. And that made my head rush with thoughts of torture. For everything he’s done to me in my past, he had torture sex coming. But how would I lure him. I set a honey trap. My mind works quickly when I’m high. And I’m always high.

I told him I left my husband, and I wanted to be his slave. I gave him the address of the no tell motel I planned to stay at until I saved enough money to get my own place. And he bought that I wanted to fuck him. Fucking him seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. However, if I had to fuck him first, I would. This man haunted me in my dreams. But he haunts me no more.

Sometimes, a Submissive Whore Must Do Uncharacteristic Things to Survive

I slipped him a roofie and started fucking him on this no motel bed. I’ve seen Basic Instinct a few times, so I had an ice pack under the mattress. One I could get too easily. And I grabbed that ice pick and I just started stabbing him. Frantic stabbing. His blood sprayed everywhere. He tried to choke me, but I kept stabbing him.

I felt like a fight or flight response took me over. And it fueled me with anger and strength I didn’t even know I had. The guy prolapsed my ass one too many times. Left me battered and used naked in the middle of nowhere. He came close to killing me a few times. And I know I’m weak. I would’ve gone to him again for coke in a moment of desperation. And that next time he would’ve killed me.

I turned that no tell motel into a crime scene. It looked like someone made a snuff porn in that room. Although I didn’t film it, I did leave a mess. But in that kind of place nobody pays any attention to who comes and goes. And I know I likely left DNA behind, but I’m not in the system. But now I must make sure I never am. But in my defense that bastard had it coming. And I’m sure there’s lots of grateful girls in the world who will thank me once they know he’s gone.

Mr. torture teacher who trapped and ravaged my sweet precious teen cunt during school

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God damn evil manipulative creepy creechy teacher, class wasn’t dismissed when I was in there. Among all the goth teen barely legal bitches he had his eye’s on my tiny prize. Everytime we were required to learn, facing the board, he’d stand over me with his stick, staring down into my tit’s, peeking at my panties up my skirt, staring deep into my eye with an evil demented plan festering in his god damn old dick daddy sick head.

“class dismissed” but not for me, he grabbed me by my blonde hair, locked the classroom door, hands around me neck telling me I won’t get to ever leave this sick fucking town, graduate unless I be his slave.

His closet to the room was dark, lit up by red lights, ropes hanging from the ceiling, he hung me by my arms and legs, slapped the fuck outa me, almost putting me to sleep. I was growing into my faze of loving the abuse but I wasn’t sure if this dick was gonna let me out breathing.

He spun me around like a little toy, shoving two dildos up both my tight little princess and my tiny pooty. With a lever he spread me wider and wider, my screams went unheard as he crammed this rubber fucker’s so deep I could feel them smashing my stomach.

Suffocation and teen torture, choke me out!

Barely legal goth girl with a dark side with no control. He was a dirty old man, balding with eyes as black as night. He pushed pulled, shook me shaking me, cutting the sides of my ass cheeks as thick milky bloody cum was running down my legs, gagging my mouth, barely able to breathe.

I couldn’t feel the cuts only the burns of the massive dry rubber machines ramming me with my legs getting spread more and more. He trapped me, extorted me, manipulated me to be his slutty teen sex slave until he moved onto the next barely legal virgin fertile sensitive student.

It was a smart move, he creamed all over his ugly tan pants soiling himself before he’s due to teach another class. Humiliated and unharmed, my love for torture and pain only grew, bigger than his ugly cock.

Mutilation Phone Sex is My Favorite Fall Activity

mutilation phone sexI enjoy mutilation phone sex. But that’s because I’m a sick bitch. Torture only arouses me. Torture can take a lot of different forms with me. Usually, I mutilate a man’s junk. Sever his balls and carve up his dick. But sometimes I torture a little bitch too. I consider myself pro woman. Not that I like all women or even most women. Sometimes men try to force fuck Goth women, and I never stand for that.

But last night, I had to mutilate a fucking whore. And she deserved it. I didn’t even plan on torturing or killing anybody last night even though it’s October and I do kill and mutilate a lot more people for shits and giggles.

 Apparently, I grabbed the last almond milk off the shelf at the grocery store. This woman reached into my cart, grabbed it and called me a stupid bitch. As much as I wanted to react and stab her right there in the Kroger aisle, I like my freedom.

I’m smart, scrappy and savvy. So, I did what I do best. I stalked the bitch. Followed her home hoping she lived alone. And she did not appear to have a family. So, I waited until all the lights went out. And I broke into her house and tortured her for hours. She deserved torture sex, female or not. Self-entitled bitches who do something like that to me don’t get away with it. I just let her think she got away with it. Who acts like such a royal cunt over fucking almond milk.

Although I am a Sadistic Bitch, I Expect Decent Public Behavior

She woke up as I hovered over her with a big knife. She started to scream and I punched her. Oops. I broke her nose. A broken nose, however, would be the least of her worries. She tried to fight me, but I strapped her down tighter to her bed. Used my knife to strip off her nightgown, exposing her naked body.

Too bad she had a banging body. But what a bitch. I cut off her tits. Stabbed her cunt. Sliced her nose open. I even stabbed her in one of her eyes. It’s taken me a while to learn that technique. It can be hard to stab just right so you don’t kill them instantly.

I made the bitch suffer for hours. But I knew the sun would come up soon, so I had to finish her off. I stabbed her in the cunt and pushed upward so that the knife would come through her belly button. And I pulled the knife out and a bunch of her insides spilled onto the bed.

But the real mess came when I just stabbed her right in the hole that I created in her belly button. And then I just went all the way to her sternum like I was cutting a fish. I gave her the snuff sex death she deserved. And I used a lot of overkill. If she acted like that with me a total stranger, I imagine there’s a long line of people who wanted this cunt dead.

The overkill makes it look personal. And it seemed personal to me. There’s no need for such awful public behavior. But it did feel good to kill and mutilate that cunt. The world doesn’t need any more assholes and bitches.

Bloody phone sex makes my cute ass suffer

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex has my tender ass burning from the intense whipping I got today. I don’t just get a light spanking but a wave of agony across my entire body. He starts with the sharp cracks of the leather against my flesh. Each swing has the Master’s full force behind it. It doesn’t take long to break my skin. Master gets really hard when he makes me bleed.
It was hard to submit at first to such brutal, degrading acts, but the longer he kept me around, the more I realized how lucky I was to be there. A lot of girls like me end up leaving in a body bag after he’s done. I am so used to being filled with terror and revulsion that now I get wet at being his Torture sex slave.
The first strike always stings the most, and the last tells me it’s time for Master to fuck my ass. He’ll coat his hard cock in my blood and use it for anal lube. It’s warm, but it’s so sticky that it creates a friction that I can’t help but scream in pain. I’m lucky my screams and pleas turn him on, or I probably wouldn’t be alive right now. I think the best part of the whole thing is when I get to suck his dick clean. I make sure there is no blood or anything else inside. It shows him how useful I am to keep around!