Category: Bloody phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexI do not feel like it’s a secret that I love knife play phone sex. Guns are for losers. When people kill with their bare hands or a knife that seems like a bigger challenge and more satisfying. A gun takes luck, but a knife takes skill.

My love for knives goes back to my schoolgirl days. My grandfather, who served as my mentor, owned over 1000 knives. Perhaps you could call him a collector. He liked all sorts of macabre shit. I inherited all his medieval torture devices, as well as his knife collection and some death row chairs that I repurposed into castration chairs.

My grandpa gave me my first knife. He thought I might need it for protection. But I used it impulsively against this bully bitch who harassed me on my way home from school one day. And I guess I hit just the right place for her to bleed out almost instantly. Now I know where the arteries are located. I know how to prolong death. Knives give you a sort of control that a gun doesn’t. I can cut all over a body, avoiding all the major arteries. And when I get bored, I slice an artery and they die.

Each of My Knives Tells Me a Story and Reminds Me of My Kills

My grandpa covered up my first kill. And then he taught me how to become a great killer phone sex bitch. Essentially, he taught me how to get away with murder and when he died, I inherited over 1000 knives from him. But I already amassed quite the collection of my own. And every knife I own tells a story. Sometimes I go down into my dungeon, and I masturbate with one of the knives.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I’m not shoving that knife anywhere. I’m simply holding it and licking it so I can remember the kills associated with that knife. A lot of serial killers take trophies. However, my knives serve as my trophies. Once my tongue goes across that steel blade, I remember vividly each kill I committed with that knife. I relive it and it gives me sexual pleasure. What can I say? I’m a sick bitch.

But I love my knives. They serve as my souvenirs. All I need to do is hold a knife and the memories of all the kills tied to that knife come flooding back. Thanks to my grandpa. I’m a knife, yielding, sadistic phone sex bitch. And I can either use one of my knives on you to create another hot memory or I can let you use my knife on an unsuspecting young girl that we killing mutilate together. Your choice.

Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on!

Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on.

I can hear the change in your voice once you start saying all the naughty shit you’ve bottled inside.

All the evil shit you would do to my body, I can hear the smile on your face. 

You’d love to treat me like a proper whore, treat me like shit.

Do all the stuff you could never do to your real girlfriend, do it to me.

I can be the nasty, like a hole you fuck and take all your aggressions out on.

I’ll be a good little slut and just take it.

I’ll take all the punishments and degradations, take it like a good girl.

I’m a pathetic little whore who deserves this, I’m only good to be fucked anyway.

So, treat me like the piece of shit I am!  

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Not All Snuff Movies are Simulated and I Know

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are simulated. Not real snuff. Real shit usually never gets uploaded to the Internet. It’s filmed on 8 mm reels and for private use. Obviously, the sort of snuff flicks. I did early on in my adult career were the simulated kind, or I would not be standing. However, in my career as an adult performer and a professional slave, I watched the real ones filmed more times and I can remember.

It used to make me sick to my stomach. And likely it still would, but I developed a coping mechanism. This world is truly survival of the fittest. And you can only survive if you’re scrappy and street smart. Luckily, I have both in droves. But the other night I helped a man make a real snuff porn.

And I can’t get it out of my head. Likely the most brutal thing I ever witnessed. And clearly, I’m complacent in this murder, even though I never laid a hand on the girl while she still could breathe. Perhaps you could say I sold my conscious to the devil for money. I didn’t do this gig because I wanted to. I did it because he paid me well.

This man seemed even more brutal than my former master or any of the men who hired me as their accomplice in the past. Although I did help find the girl, I did not know about his plans for her. I just found him a very young blonde little girl next-door type. When I brought her to the dungeon, he already set up the camera equipment and again I thought he would just explore his rape fantasies. He never mentioned killing her.

Some Snuff Flicks and Accomplice Gigs Tear Me Apart Inside

After he fucked her, he dismembered her. The cruelest torture I’ve ever witnessed. He started off slowly using gardening shears to clip her nipples off. He did the same to her clit. And he fucked her some more while her pussy bled. Then he used the same shears to clip off every finger and every toe. And I thought I might puke. Although I did go from victim to accomplice once I gained my freedom, I don’t always enjoy my assignments. This assignment tore me apart. But it literally tore the girl I kidnapped for him apart.

This man scared me. He masturbated as he continued to torture this girl and dismember her body. By the time he started cutting off her arms and legs, I think she either died or passed out from the loss of blood and pain. This turned out to be the worst torture sex I ever witnessed. And I needed to clean it all up for him. My hands are dirty and complicit in this one. So, I made sure to get rid of the body and all the evidence of a crime.

I just keep telling myself better her than me, right. Survival of the fittest mentality. But if I need to pay my bills, I guess I need to continue being an accomplice for hire.

Being My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star is Dangerous Work

ass rape pornAnytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.

I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.

While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.

He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.

And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.

He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.

In Exchange for Being My Son’s Punching Bag I Get Pink Cocaine

My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.

So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.

He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.

For My Son and His Audience, I am a 4-Hole Whore

As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.

A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.

Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.

Castration Phone Sex Teaches Women to Exact Revenge on Their Predators

castration phone sexWith castration phone sex, I sometimes don’t know where to begin. So many men do not deserve their dicks. But I’m just one woman. So, I had an idea. A rather brilliant idea. If there could be underground academies teaching men how to force fuck women, why can’t there be an underground academy teaching girls how to castrate predators?

Last month, that’s what I did. I started an online group on the Dark Web for victims of sexual predators. However, my group seems less focused on healing from their trauma and more focused on getting revenge. And I believe the punishment should fit the crime. When that crime involves exploring rape phone sex fantasies, I believe the fitting punishment is castration. If you can’t use it properly, you lose your privileges to use it at all.

My little underground therapy group took off instantly. And last night I met a girl for some practical experience. She lives 200 miles away, but that’s an easy drive for me. So, with my knife collection, I visited Teresa and we designed a plan to get back at her predatory uncle.

Fuck law enforcement. They almost never believe the woman, and it becomes a he said she said thing that can’t be proven. Why should girls put themselves through that. They don’t need to put themselves through all the questions and judgments. Not when women can take back what men stole from them.

If Men Can Have Online Academies Teaching Them How to Assault Women, I Can Have an Academy Teaching Women How to Exact Revenge

So, I helped Teresa castrate her uncle who violated her repeatedly for over a decade. Until one day, she just aged out for him. And I needed to seize the moment because Teresa seemed ready for revenge. She lured her uncle to us, and I strapped him down into a chair. Stripped him naked first. What a cocky son of a bitch. He should feel lucky I didn’t kill him. He started talking smack about both of us. And he even said women just need a good dick and someone to remove the sticks up their asses.

Even when my knife pressed against his balls, he didn’t believe two women could mutilate his junk. So, he got a rude wake up call. I wanted to take his nuts too. But in that situation, I served as the teacher. Teresa deserved to remove his balls. She remained calm and collected while telling him about his crimes against her. And when she took his balls, he bled so much. No way he’s getting his blood out of that carpet. Oops, I did it again.

I could see the look in Teresa’s eyes when she sliced his ball sack off. She felt good again. Happy. Removing his balls felt cathartic to her. Now, maybe she can move on from her trauma and really start to heal.

Sure, I know I’m breaking the law with my castration academy. But if men would just keep it in their pants or realize no means no, I wouldn’t need to teach girls extreme cock and ball torture sex. But since the law doesn’t seem to want to help these girls, I will. Although I know we can’t castrate all the predators in the world, we can neuter as many as we can.

Stephanie the snuff phone sex lover

snuff phone sex

Snuff phone sex allows twisted fucks like myself the freedom to disclose our most evil desires. I have to admit that I really do get wet and hot when I’m listening to these men. The details are what make my cunt pulse and drip. Bones snapping, blood spraying and horrified screams are just a few of the things that turn me on. Any pain inflicted on others makes my cunt gush.

I just had a call with a man that I’m sure will end up on the news eventually. He’s a nasty freak with an obsession for little blonde bitches. This man spends every spare second of his time, cruising parks and playgrounds. The second he sees an unattended little one, he makes his move. He already had this one in the car and stripped down to her panties when he called me.

I could hear the muffled screams but I ignored them.

He talked about having her bound and gagged in the backseat underneath him. I rubbed my cunt while he described her tiny body and how he was going to use and abuse her. Every detail turned me on even more.

As he twisted and snapped her fingers I was playing with my horny cunt the whole time. Hearing him hurt the little bitch had me drenched and hotter than I’ve ever been.

He squeezed his hands around her tiny throat as hard as he could. “This makes their cunts grip tighter around my dick.” he said through grunts and gritted teeth.

I could hear popping, panting and gurgling and knew exactly what was happening. I didn’t need to be told that he was strangling the life from her while force fucking her little virgin cunnie. It was obvious by the sounds of his dick ripping into her.

The little fuck puppet was pale, limp and cold by the time he was finished stroking his dick with her. I stayed on the phone with him as he tossed her over the bridge. Her body splashed into the river below and he drove off on the hunt for his next victim.

Kidnapping phone sex fucking virgin teen pussy

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex that stupid Karen cunt that I came across at the restaurant not long ago resurfaced and guess what she didn’t learn her fucking lesson. She was next to me in her Range rover at a stop light when she decided last minute to cut a car off to make a turn like she owned the road nearly causing a horrible accident, dumb bitch! Knowing exactly who she is and where she lives, I made a visit to her house again. I called my boyfriend up and we planned to kidnap her hot teen daughter and use her like a toy for her parents to watch. Unfortunately for the daughter she was a victim of circumstance but none the less we had fun as we tied her mom and dad up and made them watch as my boyfriend popped her little cherry!! After he fucked her bloody slit, we made that stupid cunt face mom suck her daughter off my boyfriends raging hard dick. How does that taste Stacy!? I asked! As I made him fuck her throat until he filled it with his load! The whole time her husband watched tied up with a hard cock.

Blasphemy sex hails the mighty to destroy pussy

 

It’s time for Blasphemy sex, and I kneel before my Master Daddy; his commanding presence fills the room with an unholy energy. His eyes, burning with an otherworldly lust, lock onto mine, and I tremble.

Satan is going to make my little pussy sore!Blasphemy sex

I am but a submissive snuff slave, bound to serve his every depraved desire. And tonight, he will summon Satan and take on his power! It’s a ritual that will break me, but I am willing to serve.

His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers the incantations, his words dripping with malevolence and promise. I could feel his masterful cock growing inside me. His cock becomes possessed by the Dark Lord and gapes my holes like crazy.

When he gets to the maximum size, he will force it in my asshole and prolapse me. Fucks it back in, but it hurts so much. I don’t cry, I scream, I yell out for Satan to take me.

“Oh mighty one, let me serve you in Hell, if you see fit!” He never does, he always keeps me alive. I know when my time comes, I will meet Satan on my knees.

But for now, I have a cock bigger than a horse’s wrecking my holes. Creating the darkest Satanic worship Ass rape porn. I know I deserve the suffering, and in the end, the more pain I feel and the more whorish I am, I get a reward. Satan gives me special powers, and I use them to lure more victims to sacrifice.

 

A Female Snuff Porn Director Turned Me into a Gangbang Whore for Man’s Best Friend

snuff pornI worked with a female snuff porn director last night. That I think might have been a first. Most of the people in the seedy underworld of snuff films are men. Women usually serve as the stars of such films. However, they rarely exist behind the camera. So, when I heard she needed a mature woman for an underground film, I showed up for the audition. And I got the part.

She told me I looked perfect for the job too. This would be a mommy rape fantasy come to life on 8 mm film. My first mistake was assuming that with a female director this movie would not be violent. And my second mistake was agreeing to the gangbang rape porn aspect of the movie. I thought just a bunch of teen boys would fuck my pussy and ass. And I’ve experienced that many times in my life.

But only one of the costars for this gang bang movie walked on two legs. The rest looked like man’s best friend. Beasts from hell ravaged my fuck holes while my pretend son masturbated. Essentially this female snuff director takes boy fantasies and turns them into violent fantasies for other men to beat off watching.

Beast Porn I Hate, But I Do What I Need to Do for Coke

So, this violent pretend son wanted to watch all the neighborhood furry beasts ravage his mother. Gang bang the fuck out of her. Keep her holes gaped open. And humiliated too. At one point, my costar smeared peanut butter all over my body to attract the beasts from hell. And for a moment, I thought they might rip me to shreds. One of them bit my tit. What did they do starve these creatures before forcing them on me?

But I’m not a fan of four-legged creatures. As pets yes but as lovers, no. They don’t do it for sexual pleasure. Instincts for breeding not pleasure. And their little dicks feel like they have shards of glass taped to them. They hook inside of your womb and tear it from the inside out. So, by the time this little snuff sex video concluded, I looked like raw hamburger meat. My ass and my pussy bled. I could barely walk. And to think I thought a female director might be gentler on my fuck holes. That couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Bloody Phone Sex Because I am a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexAs a horror movie junkie, I’m a fan of bloody phone sex. I like to make a mess. For me, I’m living my best life when I turn a simple murder into a gorefest. A guy once called me a gore whore, and I do believe that’s true. I’m very visual. And at the end of a kill, I seem most proud of myself when I’ve dismembered a victim, cut off his dick or sexually mutilated her junk and left nothing but blood, internal organs and sinew in my wake.

I’m a fan of over kill because overkill throws suspicion off me. Makes cops look closer to home for a personal motive. Overkill suggests familiarity not a random encounter. And that’s because overkill suggests rage. And normally folks do not get that sort of rage from a stranger.

When I murder somebody, I can control my rage. I don’t really feel rage for them. It’s more that I just like violence. And I like blood and guts. It’s not personal. The way I see it, I get rid of some asshole or bitch who the world will never really miss, and I get my blood and guts fix.

As a Gore Whore I Turn a Crime Scene into a Blood Fest

Over the weekend I killed a couple. A husband and wife who steal from the elderly to fund their drug habit. I got wind of them before the cops ever did. That’s because I listen to the chatter in chat rooms on the dark net and to people talking in public spaces. I did my research and quickly uncovered the couple. Sometimes I must do police work for the police.

Would the world miss two tweakers? I didn’t think so. So, I broke into their house on Saturday night. And I put them out of everybody’s misery. They start with robbing people for their addiction. But it will make them kill somebody someday. I verified that this couple was behind a slew of home invasions over the past year. I tied them to at least a dozen home invasions where elderly people lost their life savings.

Overkill Throws Suspicion Off Me

People who prey on the elderly for financial gain deserve death. And they deserve a very messy painful death. A trailer park couple with drug paraphernalia everywhere, I think the cops would assume this was a drug deal gone bad. I completely massacred the couple. Sexual mutilation. Excessive stab wounds and dismemberment. It would point to one of the cartels. But I don’t even think the cartels would worry about two tweakers.

But the amount of overkill I demonstrated in their brutal deaths will point to a more personal motive. I even used a chainsaw to take off their legs and arms. But I did that while they still breathed so they would feel it. And so, it would create a bloody massacre. Bodies don’t bleed the same if you dismember and cut them postmortem.

Normally I would prefer the torture sex to last all night if not even for days. However, this couple did live in a trailer park with neighbors so I couldn’t take all the time I wanted. But I did make it a gorefest for the time I did spend with them. And they felt it. They suffered. And they died. Actions have consequences. Even if the police don’t put two and two together, there might be some sadistic bitch like me who does. And what I do to somebody seems far more terrifying than prison.