Category: Bloody phone sex

The deeper the cut the wetter I get

Knife play phone sex

This past Halloween I dressed up in a sexy little nun outfit. I attended a Halloween party at a local club that was hosting. Damn as I type this story my cunt is getting wet already. Just the thought of the evil shit I have done makes me horny! So while at this club I had a few drinks and was approached by some cheesy ass cornball. He offered me a drink. I accepted. He went to the bathroom so like the devias sly bitch that I am I slipped something into his drink. What dumb ass would leave his drink unattended? Even if I was a woman. Little did he know my pretty ass could not be trusted. I knew the rape fantasy drug would kick in pretty fast so I offered him up to my hotel nearby. He agreed and his tiny little dick got hard. I could see the weenie sized prick through his pants.

Once we arrived at the hotel. He said he began to feel dizzy and instantly passed out. Once he awoke, I had his dumb pathetic ass tied to the bed. Both arms and both feet tied to each post. I licked the side of his face and gave him a devilish grin. I whispered tonight is your lucky night. I am going to set your ass free.  Little did he know I meant his soul. I was about to slice this motherfucker wide the fuck open. I did just that. I sliced his ass straight down the middle. His blood gushed out all over the bed onto the floor. I rolled in it with my naked body and spread his fresh red blood all over me taking the wetness and played with my cunt until I exploded. Mmmm I need my next victim. Would you care to join me and we both find someone to split open? It could even be a bitch. I need to slice a tit or two and suck on it while it is in my hands bloody and detached.

Some Men are Born for Snuff Sex

snuff sexSometimes you meet someone, and you know they were put in front of you for snuff sex. Teddy was given to me by some higher, darker power. He was the most annoying man on earth. He was flashy in a way that screamed he was overcompensating for a small cock. All he talked about was his fancy sports car and his money. I don’t exactly scream sugar baby type. I am not impressed with money. I had no idea why he was hitting on me, but he wouldn’t go away. I dropped a roofie in his Martini. I mean what man drinks a Martini in a Goth bar? He got woozy quickly, so I got him to my car. He was a tiny dude. I had no problem getting him in my car. I drove him to my cabin in the woods. When he woke up, he was naked and tied to a St. John’s board that I had on the floor. Next to me were all my knives I use for castration. I was going to kill this annoying fucker, but I was going to castrate and torture him first. I used a dull rusty blade to slice his balls off. I didn’t give him a clean or compassionate castration. I wanted him to scream. I wanted him to hurt. I accomplished both. When he got too loud for my nerves, I shoved his severed balls in his mouth, and I cut off his dick too.  I then made some surgical slices to his arteries and watched as he bled out. It took a while, but the asshat finally died. I fed his dead body to the coyotes. I had no remorse either. No one is going to miss this rich fucker. His ego was way bigger than his dick. Well, now no woman has to endure him again. It was a random act of kindness on my part.

 

Black Kiss Of Torture Sex and Death

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It isn’t every day that I get to kill and eat my torture sex victims. The black kiss of death shall be mine! Two things I love to torture and a nice human flesh torte. Chocolate and blood infused with a nice cream filled center. Just like those girls you had me murder and tear apart for your pleasure. What you didn’t count on was me being addicted to your cock so much that I wanted to cut it off and keep it forever. Of course, I had to pull you apart piece by piece first. Sawing off your arms and legs and letting your blood flow out all over the floor. A waste of good marinade. But what I was after was your heart and cock. The most valuable part pf my victims. And so fucking tasty after I had helped you mangle soft female bodies. Come and let me kill for you and kill you tonight!

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Daddy

rape phone sex fantasiesGuys call me often to explore their rape phone sex fantasies. My daddy had his way with me when I was just a little girl. I am accustomed to being force fucked. I hated my father. I ran away when I was a teen girl. I ran right into the arms of men just like him too. Men who just want to fuck me. Men who just want to use me. I have learned that I don’t deserve love and affection. I am a worthless fuck slave. I met a much older man last night who was eerily like my father. He was with his little ones trick or treating. He saw me and saw something he liked. He came back later in the night and took what he wanted. I don’t know why I let him inside. My daddy issues, I guess. He slapped me, then tore my clothes off. He forced my head down on his cock. I was gagging, barely able to breathe. He had stuffed his entire cock and balls down my throat. That was nothing compared to what he did to my ass. He fucked it so hard, my ass prolapsed. My asshole was on the outside, sore, swollen and bright red. He laughed at my prolapse. I begged him to leave. He slapped me again, made me call him daddy and fucked me harder. Once he was done, I was a hot mess. Coated in sweat and cum, turning black and blue with a prolapsed asshole. I guess I am destined to always be daddy’s little fuck slut.

My Master is Evil

 

Evil phone sex

I hate the way they look at me. I hate the way they put their fucking eyes on me and glare at me in judgment. It makes me so fucking angry inside like I want to rip their fucking throats out. I want to crush them, but I can’t because they’re my sisters and sisters are supposed to be there for each other. What a load of fucking crap. It’s disturbing how Mom and Dad have no idea that these bitches have tortured me and ostracized me for so many years now. My sisters are what started me on my dark path. I blame them; it’s all their fault. I was regular. I was beautiful I just wasn’t pencil-thin like them. My daddy would call them radiant, and he would call me in the room. They laughed at me; they said I wasn’t popular. I always felt like I was looking up to those bitches. In my late teens is when it got evil. They both had nice pretty perky tits, and mine were too big. They would call me a waste; they said that anything bigger than a handful on a little girl is a waste. All the guys they like my big tittiess, the guys really loved my nice round dark strawberry areolas. My sisters started calling me a whore; they said I was a slut who would do anything for attention, and they disregarded me. That’s when I began killing Critters ripping them in half and watching the Blood and Guts seed out of them. That’s when I started loving the dark art. I met a guy who was much older than me, and he said that he spared me. I was going to be trained instead of slaughtered. My master is what I call him; he taught me everything I know. He told me a secret that would help me, and it still does to this day. My master said to me that I might not be able to punish my sisters because they were close to me; I would undoubtedly get to punish strangers. I found sexy little innocent blond perky titty bitches. And me and my master, we ripped them apart together. I love to beat their bodies lifeless while my master fucked them senseless. My master is a maniac; he drives his big hard cum-filled cock deep down inside of the holes that he visits. My master is hard; he’s piercing, and he likes to cut while he’s fucking. I didn’t get to punish my sisters, but I get to punish all the other girls like my sisters, and I do it so well.

Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh.  I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.

Knife Play

knife play phone sex

I just love it when you bring out your extravagant knife collection. It makes my clit pulsate and drip. That barbaric look in your eyes becomes extremely fierce! Knowing I will submit fully, whilst trembling with fear. Your collection seems to be growing every week. How many knives do you have now?! I want to feel the sharp end of each and every one of them. The way you slice off my panties, with your cock throbbing is one of my favorite parts when it comes to knife play phone sex. I especially love it when you tie me up and force me to watch you sharpen and clean your beautiful knives. Then you finally come over and one of them up to my skin, without puncturing it. Grazing it across my body and you watch my face. Practically never breaking eye contact. You love to keep me in a constant state of fear when it’s knife play time. I love feeling your cock tease my sweet cunt and you scrape my tits a little with that sharp blade. I feel what it does to your body. Your body and mine for that matter. What do you have in store for me tonight?

Breaking In

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You hold the knife to my warm throat as you instruct me to shut down the alarm system. That is how a lot of my home invasion phone sex fantasies begin. You know that you hold all of the power when you slip in and place the blade to my pulse like that. For a moment I think to hit the panic code, but I feel that you will find a special way to torture me if I make that mistake. Once it’s all clear you use your knife to slash my gown and also to tear off my panties.

You march me to the sofa and then I see your partner is bringing down my roommate. She looks as shaken as I am. You laugh and tell us to save our tears because it’s going to be a long night. Your partner orders my roommate to lay on her back on the coffee table. He presses the silver blade into her lower stomach and traces her cunt in a fresh blood trail. I’m wrenched up by my hair and pushed to her body to lap up the blood at knife point.

 

Snuff Sex Date

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I am good for. He made that abundantly clear the other night. We met on Tinder. He wanted a submissive whore to fuck. I was hoping for bondage, maybe some light BDSM fun. That shit was too vanilla for him. Not what he wanted at all. He wanted to hurt me. He tied me up with my own rope in my own bedroom and whipped me. He was a lifestyle S and Mer. He brought his whips and chains and other BDSM equipment. I was not getting the Fifty Shades of Gray treatment I was in the mood for. I was getting the Saw torture porn treatment. He cut and burned my flesh. I screamed bloody murder. That made him harder. I was scared. He pierced my nipples and my clit with a long needle. Torture sex got him off. Not what I signed up for, at least not that night. I was not sure if I was going to live or die. I was bleeding. I was battered. I was defeated. He left me tied up and in pain until a neighbor rescued me. Never again will I do Tinder. 

Halloween will be perfect

taboo phone sexI love Halloween so much, I get to dress up and wear a full mask and body costume so that no one will be able to recognize me and take as many little brats as I want! It’s so easy too, the trick is to not dress up too scary so all the little ones will flock to me, then I just load em up in my van and take them out to my cabin in the woods where I have several horny sadistic men waiting for them. They pay me well to bring them little whores to fuck and kill it is my busiest night of the year for sure. I love seeing their little terrified faces as they suffer and bleed for me, they all die screaming for their mommies to save them, oh well I guess those neglectful bitches should never have left their little precious brats go out all alone now they have to pay the price!