Category: Bloody phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies are what I’m made to help with

During long trips my unc needed to get his Rape phone sex fantasies and bust a nut. After a bit, pulling over and ripping my holes with his dick by force wasn’t enough. “I’ll give your holes a break, but you will be my accomplice” he said sternly. I was already bleeding from his abuse, and we still had a long road ahead of us. Therefore, I agreed to do anything he wanted.

He drove through a small town and spotted a young slut alone. “She’s the one I want” he said with a wild look in his eyes and hard cock. With hesitation and a bit of fear I jumped out the car. “Do it right or you won’t see tomorrow” you say as you start to jack off. I right away ran to her lied to her and brought her back. You waited for a rag you always used to make your victims pass out. As you drove off you made me tie her up.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Soon we were in the middle of nowhere and you told me to get her ready. “Get her naked my cock is already leaking” you say with and a sadistic look in your face. As soon as I rip her clothes off, he rams his cock deep in her little pussy. She is a tiny little thing smaller than me. So I know it hurt. Rather it be her than me. I watch as he pumps his hard bloody cock in and out of her fast.

“Scream it makes it better and no one can hear you put here” you grunt as you keep pounding her. Then I watch as you pill your bloody cock out of her cunt and rammed it her ass. He loves Torture sex and wraps his hand around her neck tight. Then I heard a snap, and her little body went limp. That’s when my uncle filed her up. Soon he was burning her body, and we drove off. 

Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.

It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.

Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day

I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.

Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.

Bloody phone sex makes me bleed and cum Daddy

Bloody phone sexMy cunt is throbbing for Bloody phone sex! It’s like it’s about to detonate a live grenade. Each pound from your cock making my pussy suffer feels so right. I know it defies logic, but when you push me to the edge of delirium, everything is right in the world. This sick, twisted pleasure is what I crave!
You took your buck knife and slashed at my mound. All the blood flowing from my pussy made me lightheaded. I don’t want to die, I want to serve you as your slave, but if I do, I hope your cock is inside me. I’ll forever be at the mercy of your twisted whims, my Master.
Our bond is from the darkest depths of your depraved mind, where the lines between life and death, pleasure and pain, are blurred into an indistinguishable haze. It’s a Snuff wonderland, where the measure of a good time is the crimson stream that paints my skin as I succumb to the most brutal, sadistic acts imaginable.
Fuck, yes! Cut my fucking pussy open and pound that bloody cock in there! Make me bleed for you, Daddy! I want to serve you forever, to be your loyal cumdump and bleeding slut. Keep me alive, and we’ll make some hot, messy teen Snuff porn that’ll make the world shake with its obscenity!

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Both Fears and Loves Her Son

ass rape pornAn ass rape porn star gets desperate for coke. My boy has not been around in over a month. And it has been a blessing and a curse. A blessing because my frail old body and fuck holes need a chance to heal when he goes MIA. But when he goes MIA, mommy does not get that good coke. His pink coke is the best.

So, I have been going to this glory hole on the wrong side of town to blow men for money. At this glory hole the suggested tip is $20. Sometimes guys pay me more. But sometimes, they pay nothing. Depending on the day, I can make a couple hundred dollars, or I can make nothing sucking cock.

Late last night, this big cock shoved through the hole and my old toothless mouth sucked it bone dry. I even pushed his balls into my mouth. When I take out my teeth, I can swallow your cock and balls like a good taboo phone sex whore. I vacuum sucked the cum out of that big dick. And I had hoped I would get at least $20. But I got something better. The guy on the other side slipped me a bag of pink coke. And for a moment, I thought how great.

A Reprieve from My Son is a Blessing and a Curse

Then I heard a voice say, “Get you skinny ass over here mom.” And then I realized I just blew my own boy. I hurried over to the other side hopping for more coke, but my boy sucker punched me, then dragged me by my red hair out of the building and into his truck. Of course, I had to blow him on the drive home. I snorted lines of coke off his cock. And he choked me while viewers watched the live stream in the van. Truckers passed us and saw my boney body bobbing up and down his cock.

He forced me to push out my prolapsed asshole so any trucks that passed us would see his cock sleeve dangling out my asshole. When we got to his place, he zip tied my asshole and carried me like a bowling ball into the house. He had a finger in my prolapsed asshole, and one in my cunt. I knew I was in trouble. He tossed me inside the house, and I sailed across the floor, crashing into furniture. I think I cracked some ribs.

My boy used my prolapsed asshole like his personal cock sleeve. And his streaming audience ate it up. When he put the plastic bag over my head, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. Although I had a few holes for air and coke in the bag, it still felt like suffocation phone sex gone wrong. As I tried to breathe in the coke, my makeup smeared on the inside of the bag and my face.

Sometimes, I Think My Boy Wants to Kill His Mother

My son forced his cock in my prolapse while affixing a zip tie to my neck so I could not breathe at all. He got me to the brink of passing out, then hurled a few side punches to my face to keep me awake for the torture. And my old body began twitching. He would let me breathe for a few seconds, then bury my face in coke, then put the bag back on my head and repeat the process until I looked purple in the face.

Although he is my family, he scares me with his level of violence. I try to focus on the coke and get as much as I can. He fucked me while punching my entire body with his tightened fists. He lifted me up like a bowling again to toss me across the room.  I went flying in the air. But I bounced off the wall and crashed on the coffee table. Blood poured from my head. However, no sympathy from my son. He just punched me some more.

While down on the floor, he stomped on my prolapse, then he fisted it. He lifted me up in the air like a puppet. And forced my head on his cock. My old toothless mouth gummed him until he exploded his cock snot down my throat. What a workout. But I got a big bag of coke. The good shit too. So, I can nurse my wounds like I always do after a night partying with my boy.

My wet cooter captured and raptured, pussy pummeled and devoured, left for….

Teen rape porn

My cutie girl dark goth teen girl image didn’t save me when your evil and convincing ways captured and raptured  along with some teen rape fantasies taken out on me. You set me up, sick bitch you are. Trying to end me by getting me to the prime place to be pummeled and left. You’re unwanted in society so you chose me to hunt, devour, and eat up. All you have in mind is fuck my cunt up, widen my tiny gap, punish, humiliate me with help for being a pathetic dirty whore.

It didn’t take long, I found myself in the backseat of your buddies car, my mouth taped, eyes covered with a bag over my head. These me ripped all my clothes off, chained my neck to my wrists, to my waist, all the way to my ankles, there was no getting out. I’d lift my head just to be punched. 

They pulled over, it got quiet then the door opens, chained pulled my neck, could barely breathe, on my stomach, lets spread, getting my tight, bloody cum filled cooter smashed, rape fantasies taken out on me over and over. I lost count of just how many men there were just that my torn, bloody, oozy, swollen as fuck pussy was numb, pulsating. A bloody trail of goey thick scum filled cum was all that was left of me. 

Bloody Phone Sex Fun with Me as Your Accomplice and a Dumb Cunt as Our Victim

bloody phone sexLet’s have a good bloody phone sex time together. What do you think? Find some young morsel we pick out just for you and show her who is boss. Imagine, us in a car. I am driving by the parks and the playgrounds so you can check out the cuties. When you find a young bitch who makes your cock hard, I kidnap her for us.  Mainly you. But as your accomplice I can do away with her if that makes you too squeamish.

Some men just want to fuck a young cunt. But some will fuck the young cunt and help me kill her afterwards. Either way the bitch dies. That’s how we both stay out of prison. No witnesses left. And my routine includes disposal of the bodies. It’s how I stay out of prison. And if I have an accomplice phone sex partner, I keep him or her out of prison too. Being a sick killer bitch for 20 years helps me help you because I have the experience and skills to get away with violent crimes.

Let Me Be Your Accomplice and Absorb all The Risks

Although I kill alone all the time, I tend to kill men or cunts who piss me off when I fly solo. But with the right male accomplice, I can fuck up a little bitch. Some women have that maternal gene that does not make them well-suited for killing and fucking little ones. But not me. I hate brats. Never wanted to be a mother. And I never will. So, no sympathy for the victim from me.

I kidnap the bitch for you. And I handle all the clean up too. I can even film it for your spank bank. But I do not use cell phones. Nothing that uploads to the cloud. Because that is how dumbasses get caught. I have a small collection of Polaroid cameras and old school video recorders. I take care of the details so you can explore your rape phone sex fantasies for something young and sweet. So, think you ready to hunt for the perfect young thing with me?

Torture sex and much more is that I filmed

My uncle gave Torture sex and abuse to any fuck he could find. I would just come home and find him with any kind of victim. There he was a young little male naked and gaged. “Glad you’re back bitch, you need to film me giving this bitchboy a new pussy hole” he says laughing as he set up the camera. Always have to do as he says and right away start filming and zooming into the weeping victim. He was already bleeding from his sissy asshole.

My uncle had been fucking and ripping his little boypussy. Finally, my uncle had all he needed. “Come get his dicky hard, I need it as long as I can go” he instructed me. I start to stroke his little cocky and he starts to cry. Then my uncle slapped me. “Get his cock hard fast bitch, or I’ll be using you for this castration video” he said laughing. So, I get down and start sucking his young dick. After a bit he starts to moan, and my uncle ties the base hard.

Torture sex

“Perfect now, you’ll hold his hardy dick tight” he instructed as he grabbed a knife. With a quick move my uncle castrated him. His screams muffled and he bled out and his body shook. “Now he has a pussy, and you are going to film me fuck it” he said proudly. I watched and filmed as my unc rammed his big cock inside his little bloody hole. “This shit is tight and warm” he grunted hard as he fucked his little body hard.

After a bit the poor bitch stopped moving. Better him than me. He kept fucking his lifeless body and I just filmed like he asked. “I’m going to fill his fresh new pussy” he moaned. Finally, he was done filling him up. “We will film a couple of movies before he starts to stink” he said laughing as he left to clean himself off. Better to film Snuff movies than to star in them.

You went whore hunting and found a perfect gash

Rape phone sex fantasies

You searched high and low for some fuck bitch you can make suffer the consequences of your sick and evil deviant sexual desires, one’s that get you locked up for life. You crave that rage and punishment, the smell of blood and gore, I’m your perfect broken whore.

I’m so small and precious. Cute little face, tight little bubble butt, perfect to take your rape fantasies out on. Your only goal is to whip my sweet little pussy apart and show me fear. Make me cry and whimper and beg for mercy while you’ve got your foot on my face. Such a little bitch, can’t take your abuse, crying out for even more rage.

Bound with my hands about my head, insides shredded seeping out of my cut up cunt, fecal cum pouring out of me like a broken sink, except I’m just another broken soul you’ve taken. Sick fuck, dicked down, ripped apart, your a master of the creeches, above all the creeps.

The one’s that can’t get laid so they prey on one’s like me. Tiny but torn, cracked, whipped, craving torture like daddy did me, fill me up and spit out all that naughty pedo childhood trauma that fills my soaked up snatch. Such fond family fucking memories fill my holes gripping your thorny shaft stabbing my cervix.

Knife Play Phone Sex Remains My Favorite Because it Requires Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. Why? Because I can kill you much easier with a knife and even in public without drawing attention to myself. Plus, knives require much more skill.  A gun just requires decent aim. But anyone can shoot someone. No thrill in it. Plus, guns leave traces of DNA and they have their own stamp that can be easily traced if you purchased the gun legally.

Generally speaking, I avoid big crowds because I hate people. But sometimes, I get stuck. I found myself shoved into a large crowd protesting something when all I wanted was to go to my coffee house and get a dark roast latte. I’m tiny, but I am mighty. And resourceful too. Some guy in the crowd thought he could use the moment to grope me and some girl in the same boat as me.

Always More Fun to Kill with a Side Kick

Neither of us were having that. However, only one of us had a knife strapped to her leg. And that would be me. You never know when you may need to turn someone into a snuff porn star. So, I pulled out my knife and cut him just right so his femoral artery would drain him of all his blood.

 The other girl high-fived me. She high-fived me for letting a man bleed out in a crowd of political protestors. My kind of chick. I do not involve myself in politics. I vote. But that is it. I am sure I have murdered folks on both sides of the political coin. Assholes come in all sorts of forms.

I am an equal opportunity killer. You wrong me or piss me off, I don’t care about anything else. Turns out the guy I stabbed had some fancy job and a rap sheet as long as my arm. Typical white straight rich man who can get away with murder. But so can I. Because I know when to kill, how to kill and even in public, I go undetected. If you need help honing your killer phone sex urges, I bet I can help you kill in public undetected too.

Domination Phone Sex Leads to Castration in the VIP Room

domination phone sexI love domination phone sex. For decades, it seemed to me I could not get myself on the right side of it. But now I live my life as a sexy switch for hire. Mostly, I serve the accomplice role for men. However, some men still want me to dominate them. And since I have a lot of pent-up anger for the men like my daddy and his friends who used me for years, being in the driver’s seat feels cathartic.

Leo is just some sad sack loser with a small dick who needs to pay women. But even paid whores do not want to fuck his shrimp tail dick. So, I took his money. We began our session with him worshiping my cunt. And it had the cum from a real man inside it. So, Leo became my clean up bitch.

As he tried to protest that he was a submissive, not a faggot, I squeezed my thighs tightly against his head. So, this easily could have turned into strangulation phone sex. I am a professional stripper. And I work a pole like no one else. And that gives me super strong legs.

If You Pay Me to Dominate You, You Best Not Try to Dictate How I Dominate You

I let that bitch boy know that I could crush his skull with my strong legs. And I reminded him I am in charge as I pissed down his throat. If I want him to be a little cum guzzler, he will be one. Once again, he protested so, I smothered him with my ass. And I got out a riding crop to torture his balls. They looked like shriveled up walnuts anyway.

I wanted to take scissors and cut his balls off. This loser paid me to dominate him. He gave me his power. Then he tried to dictate how I should dominate him. Not how this works boys. I have all the control. I ended up using those kitchen scissors for castration phone sex. Cut his balls off while he suffocated under the weight of my ass.

I made a mess off the couch in the VIP lounge. And a lot of kinky shit has happened there. But this was the first time that I castrated a loser. I just told security we had a clean up in the VIP room, and they cleaned up the blood, dumped Leo the loser in the alley and tossed his balls to the feral cats to eat. Be careful what you ask for because you might get more than you bargained.