Category: Bloody phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Babes Enjoy Killing Bitches

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex babes you do not encounter often. I am sure you married some vanilla babe who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well, never would I. But I would hurt a human. And I have many times. Although a shrink diagnosed me with an anti-social personality disorder when I was a schoolgirl, that shrink did not know half of it. I had already killed a girl in high school. My first kill too. I am a lot more than just a girl who does not play well with others.

I may not kill or even wound an animal, but I will snuff a person without a second thought. That’s because I have the killer phone sex gene. My grandfather was a sadist like me, and he helped hone my natural killer instincts. So, I stand before you now as just a girl with a passion for killing. You can either join me on a kill or be killed. Your choice.

I forced Mike to choose last night. Did he want to be my victim or my accomplice. And he chose the latter. Smart man. We met at an underground club. And we both had an immediate dislike for the same girl. She spilled a drink on me. And instead of apologizing, she went mean girl on me. But when it comes to mean girls, she was way out of her league. As for Mike, she laughed at him when he asked her to dance. She could have politely declined him, but instead she hurled insults at him.

My Passion for Killing Is Sometimes Shared

The bitch had to die. I spiked her drink while Mike distracted her again. He took one for the team because she humiliated him a second time, while I drugged her drink. Before long, Mike and I dumped her body in my trunk and drove her to my kill shack. When she woke up, she discovered we tied her up and she was not in the club anymore. Stupid cunt could not keep her mouth shut, so I shoved her panties in her mouth and put a bull gag in her mouth too.

However, Mike explored his rape phone sex fantasies before we killed her. I watched as he forced his cock in her cunt and asshole. Although Mike had never killed or force fucked a woman before, he agreed this cock teasing bitch needed to die. I gave him my knife and he plunged it into her flesh 37 times. I counted. Her blood splattered all over us. He appeared to enjoy killing her. We fed her corpse to the wildlife and cleaned up my kill shack. Another bitch bites the dust. And another killer is born.

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex

 

Good evening everyone. It’s getting late and dark, which makes it the perfect time for you to join me in this accomplice phone sex. I have all these horrifying, yet absolutely delicious thoughts running through my mind. I have so many great ideas, that right now, it’s hard to choose just one.


I usually have more victim and submissive thoughts, but tonight I’m feeling rather sadistic. You’ll help me, won’t you? I’m ready to pick a stranger off the streets and turn them into a screaming victim! They have no idea what’s in store for them tonight.


We go back to an alley way, where all the fun can truly begin. I pull out my knife, and as I hold it up, the curved metal blade glistens in the moonlight. Our victim is on his knees, and when he sees that knife, he starts crying and begging for his life. I just start laughing. So tell me, when you call me tonight to get dark, how does this scenario end?

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sexThe truth is I know something is terribly wrong with me. I think I might be a little crazy I’m sure if I dig deep enough I could get to the root of it.I’ve always been told that I’m beautiful or cute but when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see what they saw. All I saw was an ugly pig because that’s how I’ve always felt. Other than being dizzy and nauseous for the most part I distinctly remember how warm the blood was running down my face. I ran to my bedroom mirror and there it was a gushing bloody gash pouring like a faucet. That was my first time seeing who I truly am and it aligned with how I feel. Even the pain of the gash made my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. The deeper I fell into this darkness of evil and taboo adventures. I definitely know what I love and it’s torture and torment. I need to be hurt the craving for blood is so insatiable. Can you feed my need for pain and suffering? I just want to feel alive again.Im your Bloody Phone Sex heaven baby!Torture phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy on Valentine’s Day

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies for mommy on Valentine’s Day are not uncommon. In fact, all week this mommy has been fuck meat for callers and the men in her life. Because I knew it would likely be like this, I saw my number one drug dealer this week to stock up on coke. Marcus never goes too hard on me. Usually, the roughest stuff I get from the other dealers I see when I either run out of the stuff Marcus gave me or he does not have any to give me.

But last night Marcus seemed to be in a mood. I know he has his own mommy fantasies, but they never seemed very violent. At least not in comparison to most. But he proved me wrong last night. He came over while my husband and sons went to a movie. And he did not come alone. He brought his brothers with him. They turned me into their mommy ass rape porn star too.

Rape Fantasies For Mommy Appear Very Common

Not sure what got into them, but they took turns pounding my asshole. Hell, they even fisted my asshole. In fact, that hurt way more than all three cocks in my ass at once. When they shoved all three cocks in my tight asshole at once with no lube they joked that they gave me a bouquet of cocks as a Valentine’s Day gift. However, three cocks dry in my ass hurt less than one fist.

Even as a submissive whore, I do not get fisted often. In fact, most of the time, when I do get fisted, it is a woman doing the fisting and she has a smaller hand than men. However, these guys had huge hands. Plus, they each sported rings that looked bigger than Super Bowl rings. As they took turns fisting my asshole, I tried to fight the tears back. My dealer really had some anger to work out this time.

Hell, all three men had some anger. And my ass paid the ultimate price. Not only did they prolapse my ass, but they also bloodied it with their big rings. No anal sex for me for a while. At least I hope not. This taboo phone sex mommy needs a break from the brutality.

Rape phone sex fantasies are what some sluts have

Women have Rape phone sex fantasies too. Especially when you were raised in nasty torture fucking from your dirty uncle. My uncle loved ripping my ass open. Now when I get in my mood, I like to find myself a young whore to use. Just like my uncle. I have a special double-sided dildo that I use to open up their tight holes. It is so special because the harder and deeper I fuck them, the harder my pussy gets fucked too.

Rape phone sex fantasies

So, when I was driving by and I saw a street hooker who was no older than I was when my uncle first took my cunty, walking alone I pulled up. She looked scared “Are you lost?” I asked. “You don’t look like you belong out here” I said with a fake smile. “She agreed” timidly. “I can give you a ride” I said, and she hopped right in. “Where can I take you?” I asked. “Your house” she replied. After some investigating, I found out it was her first night out there.

All I could think of was how great that I was the first one to pick her up. Since she told me her daddy drove her out the house because he was too touchy and would fuck her mouth, I knew she would be easy to take. I put something in her soda that would make her sleepy and forget what happened. I learned that trick from my sadistic uncle. Therefore, when she passed out, I set my camera for some Ass rape porn with this little slut.

She looked so hot, limp and naked with her young ass in the air. After rubbing my cunt with her fingers and even her face. I put my big strap on. I knew it would rip her little asshole open.  I taped her mouth and lubed her little butthole by licking her. It was feeling good to her because she let out a few moans even though she was very drugged up.

After lobbing up my strap I slammed it into her.  It woke her up right away, but I didn’t care. I fucked her hard because it was fucking my cunt hole hard too. It didn’t take long for me to squirt. There was blood and pussy juices dripping everywhere. Her face had tears and fear coming from her eyes. She reminded me of myself when my uncle first used me. 

Snuff Porn and Cuddling Results in Your Death Cuz I’m Not Your Girlfriend

snuff pornHe asked me if I wanted to watch snuff porn and cuddle. So, I killed him. It was the cuddle part that made me reactive. The thought of spooning a human being makes me angry. It is no secret that I am a loner and a sick bitch. Never felt the need for romance or coupling. Not my style. Even when I think I meet someone who gets me, they ruin it eventually.

Dave and I had a nice run. We hunted and killed some girls together. He started off as a client. He hired me to kill his stepdaughter who he knocked up. Although most of my clients seem too squeamish to do the killing themselves, David had no problem grabbing a knife and helping me. I gave him a taste for bloody torture sex, and he wanted more. Although I am a loner, I do enjoy killing girls with an accomplice. However, men, I kill all by myself because what I do to a man’s junk leaves most men too sick to participate. Sympathy pains I think, LOL.

Men Do Not Heed My Warnings and End Up Dead and That’s on Them

But David assisted me killing 8 girls. We made several snuff flicks together. Things seemed like they were going well. Then last night after the Super Bowl, he popped in a snuff flick and got romantic. So fucking disappointing. Since I keep a knife always strapped to my body, it was like a knee jerk reaction. He put his arms around me and whispered sweet nothings about falling in love with me.  Like a cat with a furball stuck in its throat, I gagged a bit then stabbed him in the gut.

Fuck. He ruined my couch. And it really went with the rug. Now my favorite couch needed to be burned to get rid of the DNA. Although I do not think he had anyone in his life who would notice he was gone but me, I still burned the couch along with him. Hey, I warned him like I warn all men. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch, not your girlfriend.

Sadistic phone sex in the mornings is a sinful good time

https://snuffphonesex.com/harper/Sadistic phone sex starts my mornings off the right way! Even before I have had my first bump,  or J, I get extremely sick fucks at my doorstep.  But you know what? 

     Little Miss Harper loves to be your slut in the early morning. It’s okay to make me into your total cum rag! You better be ready for my sloppy seconds and third rounds. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before you leave. Just make sure you leave a big load for me to clean up! 

Sadistic phone sex sick fucks need early morning release. 

      Have to be quiet about the things you really love? For instance, I have a man who loves to have his brain melted with blasphemy as I have a herd of Girl calves mutilated and tortured. As I whisper his brain full of horrible dark things he is absorbing all my evil! Mwahahahaha!  Hail satan and the disastrous blood shed That I have for your cock. Let me whisper your name as I let loose a torrent of blasphemy and bloody phone sex in your ear.  You need a young thang like me to lead you astray. And I am up for making all men just as vile as I am!             

          Come and join me in my dark and evil world. I’ll show you the darkest pleasures of life. Together, we can make the world an even more corrupted place. Let us be partners in crime and create havoc and mayhem. Let us be the devil’s disciples and rule the world!

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner Cassandra Finds You Young Talent to Fuck

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex means no limits. We can let ourselves go to the darkest recesses of our minds. And those most vile and perverted thoughts get me the wettest. Hard to believe that when I started fighting for my freedom almost 5 years ago, I would be a willing accomplice now. My former master would have killed me if I had not made myself useful and bargained for my freedom.

Although, I know I have brought him countless girls who he has fucked to death, I used to feel badly about it. However, I am seasoned now. The world has plenty of young whores. And plenty of them come into this world every minute. So, they are replaceable. My former master hires me a couple times a month to bring him something new. For two years, I earned my freedom one cute young toy after another until I met my quota. Now, I bring him snuff porn stars for a hefty fee.

He knows I understand his type. And that I will not take his money and disappear. Any smart person would never do that. He will hunt them down and kill them too. I’ve worked hard to get in his good graces, so I will not fuck it up. I brought him a little red-headed whore this time. He likes his whores young, and tight. But he likes all races and hair colors. Just needs something tight on his cock to get off.

Having Me as Your Accomplice Partner Comes With Perks

He kills them or sells them when they lose their thrill. I knew I was well past my expiration date with him. So, I thought fast. Although I lack book smarts, I have street smarts in spades. My former master wanted me to watch him fuck this red-headed slut. That meant she was a one and done girl. And he needed me to dispose of her after he was done fucking her. Some girls he fucks once and others he keeps around longer.

Part of the benefit of me as your snuff sex partner is that I clean up your mess. He shredded this girl’s pussy. Once he was done both her ass and cunt looked like raw hamburger meat. He rag doll fucked her. And I finished her off and buried her in the boondocks. My trunk is full of the DNA of missing sluts. What’s one more, right?

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.