Category: Bloody phone sex

I can’t get enough snuff porn!

snuff pornI just can NOT get enough snuff porn, what can I say? I am one sick and twisted individual! I know that you are just as twisted as I am though… and just as addicted to snuff porn as I am too! Why else would you be here watching me tie this bitch down? Your cock is growing harder by the minute as you see her painfully restricted and stretched out on the table so that we can hurt her anywhere we choose. You can force her little bald pink cunt open while I cut off her little nipples and force her to eat them… she will bleed a lot for us today! Snuff porn is an art form and we both know it… that is why we like to take our time and really savor the experience, even if our victim is begging for us to end their suffering quickly. Nothing ever happens quickly around here because there is no fun in rushing!

Dead Sex

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I met a new guy in an online community for people with fetishes like ours. He loves that I am a mortician, as he enjoys playing with the dead too. I went to his house yesterday, and he showed me where he keeps his playthings in a big freezer, taking them out just long enough to play with. He had a man and a woman, and one they were given time to thaw some, we positioned them as if they were giving each other oral, in a 69 position. He wanted some of her ass, so he started fucking her backdoor while I watched and played with my pussy. It got me so fucking wet watching him pump in and out of her tight little hole. Once he was done, I jumped on top of the guy and rode his cock to a screaming O. I left pussy juice all over his permanent stiffy and my new friend couldn’t wait for his turn.

Squirting For You Baby

Snuff phone sex Wouldn’t you love to strap me over something so I am bent over and turn the fuck machine on and let it fuck me till I squirt everywhere. Make my cum shoot in a bowl and make me drink it. I am just want you to do with me as you please. I like everything including piss shit and mhm blood. I love feeling that burst of excitement when I feel my own warm blood drip down my body.

So when this random guy invited me to his dungeon I couldn’t resist. Him  being a stranger just made my pussy start to drip. He threw me down the stairs and I was actually scared which excited me at the same time. He strapped me up like my fantasy and had a fuck machine turned up and I was ready.

I was ready for that machine to enter my fucking pussy. He made me beg for it! I fucking begged the hardest I ever had and out of no where he turned it on fast and I just couldn’t stop screaming! I was squirting all over the machine and all over the blanket underneath me. He was sitting across the room just jerking his cock till he shot cum everywhere.

Bloody rave

Evil phone sexWhat a party!

I followed my friend to this dark alley, and when I saw the sign above the door being to a butcher’s place, I thought she was fucking with me. But I followed here anyway, through the old door, past the bloody tables and instruments, into the walk in freezer. “What the fuck, Jen?” I was getting suspicious. “Oh shut the fuck up, bitch we’re almost there!” She replies, and pushes open a hidden part of the wall. This leads us down a short, dark staircase. Immediately, my eyes stung adjusting to the flashing colored laser lights and blaring music. There was some sexy, death growling metal playing and the room was packed full of sexy hardbodies raving out. Soon, my friend has disappeared, and I could fucking care less. I’m dancing with this gorgeous guy who’s had his fingers in my pussy for a few minutes now, while I ground my barely covered, perfect ass into the from of his baggy, (well, they WERE baggy) black-with-chains pants. My pussy is so fucking horny, I need more. I grab his hand and walk him to the side of the room, lean in to his ear so he can hear me yell “Fuck me. hard. now.”

I didn’t need to ask twice. He pulls me against the wall, in a darker corner. He’s kissing me hard, drawing blood from my lip. His had viciously exploring my body, griping, raking scratches in my hot flesh with his unusually sharp nails. My cunt is flowing from the ecstasy I took and the excitement of fucking a total stranger in a room full of people. Soon, my excitement turned worrisome. His other hand came out from behind his waistband, holding a smaller hunting knife. My eyes grew big, taking in the sight of the blade, which reflected my scared face in the metal of it.   He slid it up the front of me, slicing my outfit off, leaving a long scratch from my cunt mound, to behind my ear. He uses the impossibly sharp blade to draw some sort of a symbol over my right breast, slides the blade back into it’s sheath at his back. He frees his rock hard cock, and pins me to the wall with his weight. He whispers in my ear “you’re my fucking whore now, little mouse.” and slams his cock into my tight cunt, making me explode with a hard, squirting orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast. I felt warm, wetness suddenly start pouring over me. I open my eyes over his shoulder. The fire sprinklers have turned on. But they’re not spraying water. Fuck, I think it’s blood!

Before I can find my fear, he sinks his teeth into the curve where my neck and shoulder join. He bites in deep. I scream uselessly into the noise. He’s got me completely helpless, his body pinning me down, his cock and teeth pressed into me, holding me. He’s fucking me like a wild, possessive animal in the bloody shower.

Everything starts going black…

Babysitting Torture

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“Stab her, make her fucking bleed.” He was right there urging me and I wanted it. I felt I was about to climax myself with all this control. Now I understood how all these guys felt when they were taking advantage of me. I loved having the tables turned because I’d been in her position before…but she got here much differently. I can always get plenty of girls from babysitting and all my boyfriends love to play with them. Now, they don’t really like it but they never tell because the punishment I threaten them with is normally enough. But sometimes some don’t make it and I end up being this pathetic poor girl who was broken in on while babysitting and all these horrible things happened and I’ll have fucking bruises on my face like I was abused too but I was right there with my boyfriend forcing this bitch and hurting her good. I like em young as in fucking diapers and those little teens are easy to fucking force too. As long as they get degraded and used like little whores I cum and so does my boyfriend. Now all I need is another bitch to fuck up with my knife and a huge cock that is going to rip her holes to shreds.

Master’s disposable toy

Murder phone sex fantasiesAs I prepared our most recent victims remains for dinner, dancing around the kitchen naked and bloody from head to toe, mistress perches on a counter, lazily watching me with those terrible, dangerous eyes. She informs me we have a guest for dinner, and dessert. Her own master has arrived. I pause, what horrible creature could be so powerful, so much more murderous as to be HER master? Then the thought occurred to me, I hadn’t made anything for dessert. She tells me it’s already been handled, and not to worry. That his coming was a very special occasion. I go back to rubbing salt and thyme into the chunks of pink flesh I had rinsed the blood from earlier. But my heart still beat.

Suddenly I’m waking up. I don’t remember falling asleep. My body is moving, back and fourth on a table of some sort. There’s something in my throat. I can’t breathe. But why doesn’t it hurt? I can’t see very well. My eyes aren’t all the way open.

Oh, God help me! He’s on me. It’s gotta be him. He looks like they say demons do. Beautiful, big, dangerous. He’s thrusting in…in…oh fuck! his dick is in my throat. But not from my mouth, from my chest! I’m cut open, and he is fucking my throat from the bottom up. Mistress is holding my esophagus, helping to jerk his dick off in the back of my mouth. WHY DOESSN’T IT HURT?! My heart is poun… wait, no it’s not pounding…. then it occurs to me. It doesn’t hurt, because I’m dead. I was fucking dessert. They are using my mangled, empty corpse to fuck. I’m covered in pussy juice, cum, blood, and pieces of myself.

But it doesn’t matter…. not anymore…

The next victim

cannibalism phone sex I’m hunting, and she’s waiting. I see the bitch I was looking for, she’s walking out of the building. She’s by her car, digging for something in her purse. Then I’m there. Tattered clothes, begging for help. She’s concerned.Here, “I can call you an ambulance, or something” she stammers, and turns to grab her purse again. I hit her with chloroform, wrapping all my extremities around her, holding the rag to her face. Her world goes black.

She starts to come to in our chamber, I’m preparing her.

Thinking she might have a chance she struggled, trying to get free. As she was struggling, trying to loosen the bindings cutting into her skin she heard the clicking.

I have her attached to an engine hoist for her arms, and her ankles directly to metal loops in the cement.

Mistress has arrived. She carries a platter, piled with sharp utensils, spreaders, saws.

First she slit her throat, allowing her to bleed out, and started taking her apart from the middle out. Slowly, delicately, almost lovingly she removed each precise piece.

One breast at a time, each ass cheek, long strips of her flanks. And so on, until the platter was piled high with bloody meat chunks and bits. Her sexy body nude, covered in blood, meticulous. I began rubbing my pussy, watching her gut this fucking bitch. She turns to beckon me, and smiles at my finger fucking.

She lays me down in the hot, liquid, bloody pile and fucks my cunt with her bloody fist.

That’s one way to work up an appetite before dinner…

Snuff Porn and Blasphemy Sex on Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I drove by a church this morning and was filled with evil thoughts. Does that ever happen to you? First, I think of all the pious cunts inside those so called sacred walls. The bitches and snobs who look down on girls like me. The hypocritical bitches who praise god, then turn around and judge others for not conforming to mainstream America. Second, I think of all the little ones in their Sunday best being spoon fed a bunch of lies by a bunch of hypocrites about some dead guy who could give a rat’s ass about them if he ever even existed in the first place. I’m a blasphemous bitch.  There is no god. The only church I would ever worship at would be the church of Satan because that mother fucker knows how to have a good time and he wouldn’t judge me for wanting to force fuck and slaughter all the dumb asses sitting in church. Fuck, he would encourage it. In my Goth clothes with my big ass knife, I storm in slicing throats and slashing bodies. I piss on the altar, wipe my ass with torn pages from the Bible and fuck my cunt with a cross as the surviving members look on in horror. I have blasphemy sex with the priest in front of the congregation as I hail Satan as my leader and only savior. I tell the little lambs God is dead. He doesn’t give a fuck about them, so why not have fun? All religion does is kill one’s spirit. I give the little ones knives so they can kill their parents. I cum so hard watching those little angels in their Sunday best slashing the throats of their elders and saying Hail Satan. Being a blasphemous bitch is more fun than being a stuck up religious cunt any day. Want to join me in some hot blasphemy phone sex?

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Kidnapping phone sex

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You always hear your parents tell you not to open the door to strangers. Growing up I remeber well how they would always say not to do it. I met a man awhile ago, and he has told me about a little girl that he watches and has been wanting for a long time now. He told me, that the only way he will spare my life, is to help him get that tiny girl that he has always wanted. She lives near by and there are times her parents neglect her. She tends to reach open to the door when the mail man comes and always greets him with a cute little smile. So, I decide to be the new mail man. I knock on the door, and there she is standing there. I ask her where her parents are.

She cant really form too big of sentences just yet. I reach down to her and pick her up and close the door as we walk back to the car. She starts to beg, I guess even at that stage in a girls life she knows what to expect. We get in the car and she starts kicking and screaming. I hold her little mouth closed, as the man threatening my life drives far away. He finally decides to stop at a hostel. He procedes to unpack a lot of different things. There was a tarp, tools, and other items that I believe he will use on her. I stay with the room with the girl as tears stream down her face. He then comes in, shuts the curtains and lays out the tarp.

He gets the duck tape and first wraps up the little girls wrist and ankles. He looks at me and tells me thank you, but he is not going to spare me my life. I put up a fight trying to get to the door to get away and he is not having it. He is scrating me and biting me. He even manages to get a couple hits across my face, making blood run down my face. He grabs the girl and spreads her legs open. He rips every article of clothing off of her. Her little tit mounds are perky and covered in goose bumbs. He gets them covered in his saliva and takes a big bite out of them. He shows me her tight little untouched pink pussy hole. “Can you imagine all the stuff I can do to her? It is going to feel so good.You are a dead girl, belle. Sorry it has come to this.”

Kidnapping phone sex with Makayla

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I was on a beach, enjoying the sun when it got too close. I started burning, really feeling the burning feeling on my skin. Then it got worse and my eye opened. I must have fallen asleep while he was taking a break from brutally fucking my tight teen pussy and forcing his hard cock in and out of my asshole. I have been here for days, no weeks, no minutes. Non-stop torture against my body. The cutting, biting, fucking and the beatings. I can see my blood dripping down the walls. I can hear it dripping off this table. The burning was so intense it woke me up from death. He had a red hot poker in a his hand. I could see the orange glow of the tip of the poker. He came at me again. Stabbing the red hot poker into my thigh meat. Burning me, making me scream, making his cock hard all over again.