Category: Bloody phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex with Morticia

Necrophilia phone sex

He stunk of fear, sweat and blood. I knew when he knocked on my door that he needed me. I didn’t think I would be cleaning up his fucking mess right now. The fire is roaring and the beasts are barking. I made him cut off her clothes and burn them one and a time. His dumb ass tried to keep her panties. He fucked this up already and he needed to just fucking listen to me. I grabbed his hard cock and squeezed my sharp nails deep into the shaft of his cock to make sure I had his full fucking attention and I asked him if he fucked her. He looked away as if he was ashamed of his actions… Did you put your cock deep inside of her? That’s how you did it isn’t it. You shoved your cock into her virgin asshole and started fucking her, ripping her apart and you couldn’t stop her screaming… You covered her mouth with your hand.. Did you forget to let her fucking breath through her nose?! His Grunts were all the answers I needed. I let him go and he cut the string that was holding her up in the tree as we prepped her body to burn and feed to the beasts… He started to spread her lifeless ass cheeks apart to shove his cock deep inside of her again.. But I wanted that rock hard cock deep into my cunt so fucking bad.. I walked over and put his face in my pussy as he fucked her cold asshole he licked my pussy until I pushed him down and rode his cock. I came so fucking hard when he blew his rotten load deep inside my warm wet cut. Cleaning up his messes made me so fucking hot!

Snuff phone sex is so much fun.

snuff phone sex

I thought I had the night off  from snuff phone sex when you knocked on my door. You were all torn up, claw marks on your face, and your shirt torn. I knew you had tried to molest some bitch and she tore you up. You’re such a fucking sissy. But I felt sorry for you and we set out to teach her a snuff phone sex lesson. She was still running through the woods and it didn’t take long for me to pick her up. She thought she was safe but she was wrong. I love hurting a tease and she was a total tramp. Long blonde hair, red lipstick and her tits hanging out. I took her back to my place where you were waiting for some snuff phone sex. You busted her right in the teeth as we walked through the door, knocking her ass out. We tied her to the work bench and went to work on making her ugly. We shaved her head and cut off her nose. She woke up screaming but we were too horny to stop. Pulling off her panties, we cut off her clit and shoved a hot curling iron deep into her cunt. That was just the beginning of our night and you’ll have to follow me to hear the rest of this sordid tale of torture.

Snuff Phone Sex Star Needs a Leading Man

snuff phone sexDo you have snuff phone sex fantasies? I swear every caller I get does. They are more common than you think. Either I am the woman who scorned him and he wants revenge or I’m daddy’s little cock teasing whore in need of punishment, deadly punishment. Or, sometimes I am just a random opportunity to do very bad things to; things men have dreamed of doing but fear of prison prevents them acting on their dark desires. Whatever the call, there are literally a million ways to die. They range from simple and quick to elaborate and painful.  All of which get my cunt really wet. I know, right? What is wrong with me that I get off on killer phone sex? My psychologist says it comes from feelings of worthlessness. I have daddy issues. Personally, I just think I am a sick and twisted pain slut. Therapy can’t help me. I was a cutter as a young girl. I have little razor blade scars all over my body. I loved mutilating my pretty flesh. Now, I love men mutilating my body. They love it too. I get cut, branded, burned, bruised, stabbed and sliced. The feel of blood trickling or pouring out of me is an arousing sensation. I like being vulnerable. I like not having control. I like not knowing what could happen to me. The more creative you get with our little snuff porn endeavor, the wetter my pussy gets. I have been told too that my screams, pleas and cries are cock hardening. I can’t help it. I love starring in my own horror movie.  Well costarring. You are really the star as you have all the power and creative control over my demise. Just promise me you will make it as gory and humiliating as possible.

Road Kill!

Torture sex My master told me about one of his crazy fucked up fantasy. I am absolutely creamy waiting. He started by telling me that he wanted me to lay on semi hot coals where my body will be all pink and tinder to the touch. He wants to hear my skin sizzling and the smell of burning flesh makes his cock hard and throb. Then he wants to throw me over his shoulder and take me outside where his truck is. He wants to throw me on the ground and hook me to the back of his truck with a chain to his ball hitch on the back of his truck. He wants to drag my limp body down a lime rock and asphalt road making me have road rash all over my tinder body.

I am bleeding all over the road as he drags my naked body down a public road. Then he wants me to take a private road and unhook me and bend me over the tail gate of his truck and fuck my tight pussy. I am bleeding and I have open wounds every where. He wants to dig his nails in the holes on my body. He just wants to use me and throw me on side of the road like road kill.

Facing His Torture Sex Desires Together

torture sex angieHe couldn’t look me in the eye when the conversation started. He was ashamed of the dark places his fantasies took him when he was alone and masturbating. But he couldn’t hide the huge pop tent that was growing in his pants as he got into more detail. Torture sex is what makes him cum the hardest. When he is jerking his cock, he lets his mind wonder and images of torture sex fill his mind. One fantasy has his girlfriend tied to a chair. He is circling her naked with a raging hard on his pre-cum glistening in the moonlight that is streaming in the window. She is smiling up at him unaware that his mind is filling with the horrific things he will do to her tonight. He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a rusty nail. Still stroking his dick he walks over to her and lifts her forefinger off the arm of the chair positioning the nail under her finger nail he pushes it down to the cuticle. It takes everything in him not to explode as her screams meet his ears and the fear registered in her eyes. Her begging and pleading, her declarations of love and the repeated question “why” only served to inflame his desire. He pulled the iron poker out of the fire place and walked back towards her. Tears streaming down her face, he tried to decide where he would place the first mark on her. Slowly he lifted the red hot poker to her left nipple and trembled as he listened tot he sound of her flesh searing, her deafening screams and the smell of burning flesh. That is when I stopped him. I was on the verge of cumming myself. I told him I understood how much of a turn on torture sex is and asked if he ever let himself get even darker and imagine snuff sex. The wicked smile he gave me told me everything I needed to know. He agreed to bring her to me nightlight and I agreed to help him live out his fantasy and make it a reality, on one condition, I get to watch it all and he has to fuck my wet cunt when we are done with her.

 

Bye Bye Nipple

torture phone sex

I had a torturous weekend…something I will literally never be able to forget. My master was not happy with me, for what reason…well you can truly pick anything I did wrong as the stupid fucking deserving slut I am. I needed to be punished and it needs to be something that I could never in a million years forget…something that will permanently scar me. Most of you have heard of an amputee fetish, and my master is no stranger to it either. He takes that, his bondage and whipping toys and mixes them all together for the worst kind of punishment for me. First he starts by binding my tits, and whipping them raw. They’re purple because he ties them so tightly! Next he tells me he can brand me or cut off my nipple. I really am struggling now cuz I am so scared, and that’s his favorite time to fuck me – when I’m fighting him. He pumps his cum into my pussy as I beg for mercy, not being able to feel my tits but knowing soon I will feel the most excruciating pain imaginable. Soon I am hanging there, cum dripping out of my cunt, my head bloody too from being beaten, and my nipple hanging off, still bound up and helpless. Blood dripping knowing I am helpless to be his forever, now. But I know I deserved it…all of it.

 

Bloody phone sex with my nubs

bloody phone sex

I went out the other night, and to no suprise I was turned into a pathetic amputee. I found my way to the hospital and I had so many infections that I had to get one of my arms amputated and both my legs. I thought I was going to be in the clear from men wanting to hurt my stupid self. Little to my surprise, I actually became a victim that every monster wanted a piece of.

I went to the store like any normal person does and as I was getting into my car I blacked out. All I remember is a glimpse of some man hitting me above my head and pushing my body to the back seat. He took off in my car and I awoke later on a hard wooden floor. I could not move or get up. He then said to me, “I love little amputee whores.” I looked at my body and my three nubs were all bleeding.

“I thought they could use some more filing down.” He looked at me with a smirk. “Oh come on, you are not even going to try and get away? I guess you couldn’t even if you wanted to.” He chuckled. He spread my thighs apart. “Now let me look at the pussy hole, it will be easier to fuck those holes open my little amputee.” I started crying, begging for him to stop and let me go.

He forced his cock into my pussy and began to thrust deep and hard into me. “What do you think you little nubbed bitch? Should I blow my load in this cunt or should I blow it on you arm nub so you can suck it into your worthless mouth?” I couldn’t catch my breath to answer. He kept pounding and thrusting at my cunt. I was bleeding and leaking all down my amputeed nubs. I never knew he would like me for my nubs.

Makayla’s Daddy Loves Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex

The smell of the whiskey on his breath stung my nose. He smells like a mix of beer, whiskey, garlic and body odor. He has been drinking since he got home from work and now his attention is on me. He call me his sweet angle and said he wanted to show me something. His grin made my skin crawl but to avoid a fight with my daddy I went to him. I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer. His blood shot green eyes were filled with his sick fantasies. There on the computer was a video of two .. two monsters.. He laughed because I got scared.. He grabbed my pony tail and made me watch the amputee mutant people fisting each other and ripping each other apart. Daddy said this was his dream for me. To be tortured, ripped apart and made into a freak. He pulled his cock out and ripped my head down to his smelly cock.. He throat fucked me while he shoved his whiskey bottle into my pussy.. He clinched his teeth as he fucked me in the pussy with the bottle.. “That’s how it would feel if that bitch with peg legs would fuck your dirty worthless pussy.” He blew his nasty rotten cum load down my throat and passed out while he was still in my mouth.

It’s a Castration Phone Sex Day

castration phone sexI have decided it is a castration phone sex kind of day. I woke up in a foul mood. Well fouler than other days. I am not exactly little miss sunshine ever. Few things give me pure joy in life. One of the simple pleasures, however, that I like in life is junk removal. Too many men have balls that don’t need. My motto has always been, “Testicles are for Winners.” So when the Internet guy showed up unannounced when he was supposed to have been here yesterday, I knew he could turn my frown upside down. He was snarky and rude. As he was on my laptop doing a speed test he snooped into my files. Who the fuck does that when they are a professional?  He didn’t enjoy the snuff sex photos he saw so he started calling me a sick bitch. I showed him what I do when presented with bad customer service. I handcuffed him to the desk chair. He didn’t even see it coming. I think he just saw some emo punk girl. Never for a moment thought I was a dangerous bitch. He realized it when I had his pants around his ankles and my knife under his balls. He started pleading for me to be reasonable. Begged for me not to take his family jewels.  If that was the family jewels his family was in for a big disappointment. He just annoyed the piss out of me. He was late, rude, condescending, not to mention quite judgmental for a man with a 3 inch dick.  I let him whine and whimper for a few minutes then lobbed his worthless balls off.  The world doesn’t need another dick in the world. Let’s face it, the apple rarely falls far from the tree. Now, I just assured no bad apple would ever come form this douche bag. He was sitting their crying, bleeding all over my floor. A minor inconvenience for my altruism. I let him out of the handcuffs, tossed him a towel  to cleanup then informed him if he told a sole what I did to him, he would wake up one morning with his cocktail wienie stuffed in his mouth. I’m a crazy bitch, so he will heed my  warning.

Don’t ask for it if you don’t want it!

mutilation phone sexSeriously boys, if you don’t really want it… don’t fucking ask me for it! This pathetic little pain slut had been begging me for MONTHS to cut off his fucking legs, he said that he didn’t want them, that he was meant to be a fucking cripple. I kept telling him no no no, you will regret this, the pain will be too much for you, there is no way you could handle it. But nooooooo, this little fucking bitch boy just HAD to have it done and he wouldn’t stop whining about it every fucking day! So I said fuck it! I grabbed that little fucking psycho and strapped him to my table. His dick was hard and he was so excited… until I started cutting through his leg that is. That is when he started screaming and begging me to stop. He said the pain was too much for him to bear but that was just too fucking bad for him because there was  no fucking way that I was going to stop now! I told him, this is what you wanted remember?? I knew that it was going to go like this and that is why I said no, now you are going to have to fucking deal with it! I kept on sawing until both his fucking legs were cut the fuck off and then I had my doctor slave stitch his sorry ass up. The moral of the story is listen to your fucking Mistress because she knows better than you do!