Category: Bloody phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Knife play phone sex the best mess

I honestly find it funny when a guy thinks his kinks are super rough and then I tell them I’m into knife play phone sex and blood. Then they become all nervous it’s actually cute. So silly of them to think i’m just a small girl that wants it a little rough, when in reality I want to suffer and feel pain make me bleed. I’ll even help you make others bleed, we can make them suffer in agony. 

Knifes are always so fun to play with, I love the things you can do with them. They are basically pencils for skin and can make such cute designs. And they bring such great pain to whoever is on the other end of the knife, letting them bleed from the nice cuts. Making them watching me lick there cut I just gave them always turns me on. There has been some “incidents” where I’ve definitly had to teach a lesson or receive punishment. 

Me and one of my girls went out and were being bothered by this fucking prick. He thought we were some nice girls and was trying to look cool in front of us. When all I as thinking is all the way’s I could torment him and puthim in agony begging me to stop. He was very persistent on telling us to come to his saying its so fun and so many things to do. Insisting on how my whole world would change was he was inside me, and he was just irritating me more and more.

But I had a better idea I said let’s stop by my house and then go to your house.  This gave me time to get my favorite items to make him suffer, for being such an annoying prick. His live meant nothing to me and hearing his screams was going to be music to my ears. 

Once he stopped by I ran inside and grabbed my favorite knifes and ropes and other things that I knew would cause him pain. Then I went back out and got into his car, and we were on my way, my friend already knew what my plan was and was smirking in the back.  This guy would not shut the fuck up the whole way there, bragging about his sex, and how he knew every girl wanted him. His stupidity was just fueling my desire to torment him even more. 

Once we got inside, I told him he should show us his room while he goes and gets drinks ready downstairs. I went and put my duffle bag down and looked around to see how I was going to tie him up. He came upstairs with drinks on a tray with my friend smirking beside him. I told him we should just chug the drinks together and that I had an ecstasy pill for him so he can be hard all night.  Without even glancing at it took it in a heartbeat and recommended we cheers. Cheers to an unforgettable night, which I could honestly agree to. 

After downing our drinks and taking a shot or two, I told him to get comfortable on the bed and that we were going to have some kinky fun. laying down I start to undress him and put his above his head and using the rope to secure that he wouldn’t be able to move. Then teasing him and going to his legs and tying them down.  Then I went to my bag and took out my favorite knife, and the handle of it was so cute too. 

When I turned around his face went so pale and he became so nervous and afraid. It was such a site to look at seeing him go from a annoying prick to a scared little bitch was a perfect transition for me. My friend was watching laughing her ass off seeing his face like that, and hearing her laugh made me laugh. So, he was just looking at us laughing thinking we are crazy, and his thoughts would be correct, but he didn’t think fast enough.  

Approaching him he started thrashing and asking me to hurt him and it was already too late. Taking the blade and sliding across his cheek making a nice cut into his skin.  Watching the blood start to drip it honestly was making my pussy wet. He started screaming and for such tall guy I thought he’d be tougher then that. Then started cutting his clothes off and stripping him naked. I told my friend to go pick something from the bag. She chose to pick my metal whip and whipped his abdomen hard and leaving such yummy marks. 

Once he was naked, I started with his legs and put the knife into his foot nice and deep making his foot pour blood. He started thrashing his body around even more trying so hard to squirm. I was going to use his flinching and squirming against him just holding the knife to his calf and letting his thrashing do the work, causing a deep gash to open up. I put the knife to his face again telling him “awe look sweetie I think your squirming is making your cuts deeper, which I don’t mind I like watching you suffer”. Clearly this is the lesson he needed. 

 

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Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.

Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.

And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.

Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes

But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.

Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.

I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture

I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.

Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.

I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.

Blasphemy Sex Gets Bloody With Sadistic Goth Teen Whore

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex with my satanic step-daddy is so hot especially after mommy got hit by the train. her legs don’t work anymore and I show mommy what a satanic little whore I am. We even show her what we do with her precious twin daughters, those stupid blond whores. One we sold to a bunch of mean sadistic gang members and they beat and torture her daily. We have a live stream to watch it all. The other we torture and fuck, just last night we ended it though. we poured gasoline on her and filled her pussy full of fire works…. I guess she just couldn’t handle the heat. I laughed and sucked my step daddy’s cock as she screamed in agony and rode his fat cock. we hailed Satan and decided to put an end to that handicapped bitch mother of mine. I turned the water heater all the way up and threw her into the shower. We cooked her alive and painted pentagrams on the bathroom wall and fucked each other sealing our satanic bond with each other. I told him we should have blasphemy sex at the church my mother loved and desecrate that space. It was so sexy. I just love being an evil satanic slut.

Backdoor gangbanging with a massive incestual machine

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My evil master came up with a nasty plan, sick fuck brought back my incestual family to cum torture and abuse me, going right back to where my life of sexual sacrifice bagan, my younger days of abusive hell, the pain I grew to love. My pedo pecker uncle has a massive machine which broke me in, snuck into my room and popped my bloody cum cherry more than once.

The damn savage that master is set me up, tied me to my normal torture poll and wrapped me in chains. I expected the ritual and brutal beatings until my creaching creepy uncle walked in, I could hear his boots with his belt in hand, mommy right behind him. It’s just like the good old days, he shoved his cock up my ass so far, tearing, ripping, shredding my tight kitty. Mommy standing there, demanding and controlling, holding me down while her pussy was soiling, watching her offspring relive her nasty past.

My hips in the air, I’m on my tippy toes he’s so tall, pushing myself into his grown as he pulls the chains. ” I made you little bitch”, he yells, his anger got me moist, I could feel his breathe on my back. Mommy with her evil laugh, thrusting her crusty old pussy in my gagged face. Some things never change.

Gangbang rape fantasies blew and busted my shredded bunghole.

I’m bleeding, begging uncle pecker to stop but master wants his turn, spreading me even wide, pulling my hair, balls deep, I deserve this, I was born for this, double dicked, cock tip’s sliced me open, turned on by all this humiliation. Bloody cum running down my legs leaving a pathetic slave puddle beneath me.

Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex My slutty holes just love having violent phone sex, where I know all over with be hurt and sore. The anticipation building up not knowing where you’ll punish me next. Any and all the abuse you’re willing to give these fuck holes, gape and rip them with your fat cock. While I squirm and struggle with you stretching me making me drip everywhere. While I become addicted to each slap, spank, and cuts all over me. 

Yesterday I got to really be tortured, having him catch me in an alley on my way home. He had been watching my everyday routine seeing where I walked every day. He had gone up to talk to me, but I had been on my way to work and was in a rush, so I didn’t to talk to him. This just made him want me to suffer and be taught some manners. 

On my way home this time I could hear footsteps following behind me. Really close and getting closer, so I started walking a little fast and they did too. I looked back and it was him, with a big smirk on his face.  I turn to talk to him, but he just rolls his eyes so i keep walking. When I was about to pass by an alley, I felt someone grab my hair and drag me right into the dark alley. 

Throwing me to the ground saying now you’re going be such a good worthless cock sleeve. Bitches like you need to be punished and taught how to behave. He spat in my face and slapped me so hard I fell back down onto the ground. I see him taking off his belt, when I went to say something, he smacks me in the face with his best hard. I could feel the sting it had left behind he pushed me onto the ground again, hitting me hard all over with his leather belt. Marks all over me from the hard blows from the belt. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to get on all fours. My hands and knees on the concrete like I was a little dog touching the dirty floor. He took a knife out of his pocket and runs it along my back, cutting the clothes I still had on off. Leaving me in just my bra and panties. He took my panties and ripped them with his hands, with my fuck holes in the air and ready to be punished. 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Get Out Of Hand With This Gothic Teen Psychopath!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

Murder phone sex fantasies always gets my psychopathic murder pussy off. Last night I had a wild fantasy while i was walking. In imagined that I called up some of my crazy satanic friends and we broke into a Christian families house and tied them up. I cut up their youngest daughter and said she was the first sacrifice to our satanic cult as I painted satanic symbols all over the walls and on their foreheads. I told them their perfect blond catholic daughters would be whores for the devil and all of them would be going to hell.

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I laughed as I began cutting their clothes off and showing my big male friends their pretty flat chests and their bald virgin pussies. they tore into their little cunts with their fat demon cocks and began using them like fuck dolls as their parents helplessly watched. I laughed manically as i took the dads small cock out and began giving him a blow job and when he was nice and hard i bit his small cock off with my teeth. he screamed as i slit his throat and his blood sprayed me in the face. I made is wife eat his corpse and the bodies of her daughters before I sent her to my cabin. I had special plans for that dumb bitch. My Murder phone sex fantasies were getting even darker and I loved it. I would need to go out on a hunt soon.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because The Best Dick is a Dead Dick

necrophilia phone sexI find necrophilia phone sex arousing. Personally, the best kind of dick is a dead dick. I’m a woman with needs. Perhaps not the average needs. But that’s because I’m not the average woman. I just like to fuck. But I don’t like the small talk, the baby talk, the romance, or any of the coupling shit that comes with fucking. So, I kill my partner before I fuck him to ensure he’s a good lay. Call me a Black Widow if you want.

I do not date men. But I do occasionally fuck them. I’m human after all. However, I don’t crave the shit most girls do. All that romance shit, and wining and dining a girl, I don’t need. In fact, I’m very clear, but I don’t want any of that if I fuck you. But men think I’m joking. And I am not joking. If I tell you something or warn you about something you better fucking listen to me. Men who don’t listen to me, men who fail to heed my warnings, end up with snuff sex.

If I kill you before I fuck you, I essentially turn you into a dildo. Just a dick. I thought Bryan understood my rules. But once again, I found myself forced to kill another man. Just shut the fuck up. Nothing worse than when you’re trying to get off an a man will not stop talking. So, I slit his throat. In my defense, I warned the fucker many times. And he just laughed at me in a very dismissive way that pissed me the fuck off. At least now he knows I wasn’t joking.

For Me, I Prefer to Fuck When You are Dead

He had a nice cock, but that was the only thing I liked about him. Met him in a Goth bar. A steam punk guy who I thought would follow my rules. Me bad. I should know by now that men just can’t shut the fuck up when fucking. Since I always have a knife on my body, I pulled the knife out, pressed the steel tip against his jugular and gave him one more warning. But the bastard just laughed at me. However, I had the last laugh. His blood sprayed all over my body after I sliced his jugular open. But I just kept on fucking him.

A little blood never frightens a gore whore like me. I loved the feel of his warm blood splattering against my body as I got myself off on his cock. Until you have killed a man while his dick is inside of you, you’ve never truly experienced a hard cock. You would think a cock would go limp when you kill its host. But that’s not the case.

For a few minutes it stays stiff. And it’ll get stiff again when rigamortus begins. I don’t always have sex with dead bodies, but when I fuck, I’m very particular about how it goes. You need to shut the fuck up and just let me get off. A man’s incessant talking drives me insane. So, I find it easier to just kill them while I’m fucking them. Sure, it makes a mess. But I never mind sleeping in the wet spot if the wet spot is from your blood.

Torture Phone Sex Always Gets More Brutal Than I Imagine

torture phone sexI hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.

It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.

So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.

I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.

The Men I Least Suspect of Being Violent, Turn Out to Be the Most Violent Men

He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.

He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.

Some Men, Many Men, Get a Thrill Out of Abusing Me

And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?

But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.

I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.