Category: Bloody phone sex

Snuff Porn with Blair

snuff porn mommy murderDo you like snuff porn? One of my Master’s does. In fact, he forced me to help him kidnap a young college girl. I actually knew her, which made it worse. Of course she willingly got in the van with me. I had her believing I had a job opportunity for her starring in an independent film. Said I had a friend who needed a young girl to act like she was being stalked in the woods. It was going to be a thriller movie and she had to be convincing as a scared girl.  I took her to where she would meet her death. She was so innocent, so unsuspecting. Master put me in charge of holding the camera. He was going for the realism and hand held camera affect of the Blair Witch Project.

Once I introduced them, he let her run free in the woods. He acted like he was hunting her, but he was not acting. When he struck the first blow to her head, she screamed out my name. But I knew my place. I had to ignore her pleas for help, and let master torture her, force himself on her, and eventually kill her. She put up a fight. He beat her with a bat, strangled her with his hands, violated her holes with his cock and the bloody bat he bashed her head with. He eventually strung her up with a rope abd tied her to a tree branch until she died from strangulation. I filmed it all. The screams, the pleading, the gasping for air, the blood, the forced sex, the twitching in the air… every sick perverse moment I capture on film for Master to sell for profit. Snuff porn is a big money maker these days, and according to master the more real it looks the more money it brings. Nothing more real than dead.

Master saw my guilt as we buried her in a shallow grave. He was not happy that I showed remorse. This made him doubt my loyalty. He always tells me, no one ever misses a worthless cunt. Then he reminds me I am a worthless cunt. As we were walking back to the car, he whacked me hard over the head with the shovel we buried her with.  I felt blood trickle down my face before I passed out. I woke up tied up in the back of the van. I heard him say I was gonna star in his next snuff porn.

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Blood lust

Hurting people turns me on, always has and always will. Not that I ever bothered trying to change it, but I’ll never want to. I love the way I am! Just seeing someone in pain makes my cunt dripping wet, but I like it better when I inflict it. I came once just from cutting into the flesh on a trembling body. My favorite part is watching the blood run from the wound until it splashing on the ground. There’s just something about the noise it makes, it’s like an addiction. Sometimes I even lick the red rivers of blood as they pour out and make their way to the floor.
Extreme pain sluts are afraid me now and they should be. I’m experimenting with new things because I want to push my limits. It might sound strange, but I want to do something so revolting that it even disgusts me. I don’t think I’m even close to getting there at this point! I’m not worried though, there’s still plenty of time for that and I’ve always been very creative.

She learned not to fuck with me

bloody phone sexThis girl really should have known better than to fuck with me, she even said herself that I was one scary chick, but that didn’t stop her from putting her mouth on my man’s dick and there was no way I was letting her get away with that! I followed her home, she lived all alone so I knew we would have all kinds of privacy there. She was startled when I walked up to her but not yet scared… not until I pulled out my knife and stuck it in her ribs and told her to let us in the house… then she was plenty scared! My friend and I took our time with the little whore, we made her suffer for hours before we finally killed her. Trust me, that fucking whore wasn’t recognizable by the time I was done cutting her up! She won’t be fucking with me anymore that’s for sure!

The Bloodier the Better

bloody phone sex torture gothWhen I was younger, instead of watching cartoons and Disney movies, I watched torture porn horror films. I didn’t want to see romantic little tales of when girl met boy. I wanted  sexy stories about when girl dismembered boy, or when girl disemboweled girl. While other girls my age were experimenting with sex and drugs, I was experimenting with knives. I’d get so turned on by the Hostel and Saw movies that I would have to go hunting. Back then, I rarely killed, just maimed and disfigured. But stalking, hunting, hurting, are just like fucking, the more you do it, the more you love it and the further you go to get off.

We all have our ultimate sexual fantasy though. For some guys it to bang hot sisters or be the star in some Girls Gone Wild movie. For some women it is to get double penetrated by two big black cocks. For me, my ultimate sexual fantasy would be to kidnap some worthless piece of trash and string him or her up above me naked. Masturbate at their fear of not knowing what I am going to do to them next. And, as I am cumming,  I slice them open as their blood and organs cascade over my body bringing me to the pinnacle of my orgasm.

Bloody phone sex, bloody sex turns me on. From stabbing and cutting to castrating and chopping to eviscerating and gutting, the bloodier the better. If you are a worthless fuck pig, then I will kill and gut you like one. If you are like me, a sick, twisted mother fucker who gets off and pain and death, then  let’s go hunting together and see what kind of trouble we can make for others.

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What a Fucked up Dream

I awoke in state of disbelief as the dream seemed so fucking real. I was hanging out at some warehouse party loft and just getting fucking high. I was snorting coke and smoking some mad crazy fucking weed amidst a bunch of biker guys that seemed familiar but frankly I have no clue who they were. You know the kind of dream right? It seemed familiar yet you can’t put your finger on it not really make out any of the faces…

I was throwing shots back as well and I was getting gang banged the whole fucking time! Yeah, getting fucked up completely beyond coherence and having five hung guys fucking the shit out of me. Not only were they fucking me but I was also fucking the hell out of one little weasel dick bitch boy. Guys were cheering me on as I rammed a huge dick in his bitch boi cunt. He was bloody and broken from me giving him a beat down first. I was just flying and fucking and that was really all there was… a lot of fucking and even more drugging.

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The point I awoke at was when the guys and I were dragging this corpe out back into the woods where we were pouring booze on the corpse and all the guys were pissing on him. I was actually defecating in the dead guys mouth only to realize he wasn’t dead… it got weird.

Maybe you have a dirty filthy fuck-a-thon we can play out? I’m confused about that dream and strangely turned on…

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Cassandra

rape phone sex fantasies big tits subbyI was in Mexico on vacation with a male friend. We were walking down the road, shopping at little street vendor carts, when a van suddenly stopped and 2 big men got out. They shoved me and Billy in the back and sped off. They pinned me down and started forcing their cocks in my cunt and ass while they made Billy watch. He looked helpless. I could tell he felt bad that he could not stop them from assaulting me. My assailants didn’t speak much English, but I could piece together what they were saying. I was going to be sold into white slavery. A blonde beauty like me could demand a lot of money on the street.  I was a worthless blonde American whore. No one would miss me.

They dumped us in some dingy bathroom in a bleak warehouse. We were in stalls; separated, but in the same room. I was on the cold floor, scared, waiting to be assaulted again or maybe even worse. I heard men come in and grab Billy. They were beating him senseless. I heard his screams, heard his bones breaking; it was horrible. Then I saw his body limp on the floor, through the stall door. His leg was mangled, bloody, broken. Broken bone  sticking out. I reached my hand under to feel him, see if he was alive and a baseball bat smashed my hand. Bill was expendable I guess, but me, a blonde buxom bitch was a rarity in Mexico. I was a commodity about to be bought and sold repeatedly.

The door swung open and my attackers were standing over me with baseball bats. The dragged me by the hair and tossed me on a dirty mattress. I saw a line of men  waiting with money in their hands and bulges in their pants. I knew what was next. Men paid my captors money to fuck me. Not just fuck me, but to violate my ass, piss and shit on me, beat me, strangle me, choke me, burn me, cut me. I wanted to be dead like Billy. When all the men that had paid to abuse me had left, I was thrown back in that dingy bathroom stall. My ass gaping open and bloody; bruises all over my body; and a face, if I could see, unrecognizable. They told me to get some rest because tomorrow the fun really started.

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Doll Making

I knew when I saw you get out your medical kit, that it was time to play doctor. Only you don’t know how to play doctor like a good sweet boy. The only way you know how to play is like Dr. Frankenstein. You whistled like a crazy man as you laid out your tools on the table. A hacksaw, needles, rope, tape. Us girls, chained in our cells, couldn’t look away. We knew what you were up to. You were going to use your amateur medical skills to make another freak monster of what you consider the perfect girl.

I remember the last time you played this game. Your medical fetish phone sex had gotten out of control. You went cell to cell, dragging each of us out and chosing which parts of us you liked best. One girl had the best tits, and another the best eyes. Another the best pussy and still another one some nice long legs. You decided you wanted a blonde, and when you approached my cell I was so scared I pissed all over the floor. But you looked at me, up and down, and said I was too ugly, and there was nothing pretty enough about me to work in your new creation.

I was spared because of my lanky legs and mousey hair and small tits. The other girls were not so lucky, and you took each of them kicking and screaming to the operating table. The girl with the beautiful blonde hair was scalped and left to die bleeding on the floor. The one with the nice long legs had them amputated with your chainsaw. She didn’t even survive long enough to watch her legs fall off. Slowly and methodically, you took the pieces you needed from each whore. Enough pieces to make a whole girl. A perfect fuck doll.

Once you had your pile of parts, blood everywhere, you began sewing them together. Shoving the blue eyes in the bloody sockets, and sitching the legs to the body with the perfect pussy. You took your time sewing the tits on, making sure they looked perfect. Your masterpeice came together as a big bloody mess, but was somehow still beautiful. You stood back and admired your work, and then you fucked your new creation while the girls who were still alive watched. I remember feeling ashamed that I wasn’t even good enough to a single piece of what you considered beautiful. As crazy as it sounds, seeing your medical equipment out and ready, I am hoping you see something about me this time that is good enough to use…

Knife Play Phone Sex with Venus: Wheel of Death

knife play phone sex evil dominatrixJohn and I were snuggled on the couch watching American Horror Story Freakshow. We had just finished off his stupid worthless cunt of an ex girlfriend. He helped me eliminate my old school nemesis, so I owed him a kill. We get so horny when torturing and snuffing out worthless fuck pigs. John knows my affinity for knives, and as we watched my favorite TV show, he suggested we execute our next victims on a Wheel of Death like they have in American Horror Story. My cunt got wet. He told me I could make death by impalement and art form. He gets me. The thought of strapping some stupid cunt or useless bastard to the Wheel of Death while John spun them around and I threw my knive, excited the both of us.

We went to the mall and snatched up the first vacuous Barbie doll we spotted. The little teen twat had a mouth on her too, but John smacked her hard enough to knock her out. She woke up naked, on the Wheel of Death babbling some shit about her daddy and when he finds out yada yada yada. John told her we didn’t want or need her money. She was my Christmas present. I love that man.  I sharpened my knives in front of her, while John burned  her with cigarettes for fun. Her screams made my pussy twitch with excitement.

knife play phone sex snuff killerJohn started turning the wheel like he was a sadistic Vanna White and I began hurling knives. I didn’t do bad, until John started feeding me shots of Tequila. Then my aim started sucking. I hit the bitch in the femoral artery. Blood started spurting out her thigh. She was going to bleed out. I could have thrown a knife to hit her jugular vein, ending her life instantly. That would have been the humane thing to do. But neither John or I are exactly humane. Instead, we let the bitch bleed out and fucked in the pool of her blood. You ever see Hostel 2? The opening scene is wicked hot. A young girl is gutted above a hot woman who gets off as her blood pours over her body. That scene is spank material for folks like John and I. I guess some folks would think we were the freaks, getting off on blood and death. I bet if you are reading this, you get the darker desires that lurk in the minds of some. Some people don’t deserve to live. They contribute nothing to the world. And that’s why girls like me exist. That is why accomplices like the love of my life, John, exist. We aren’t afraid to get dirty. We aren’t afraid of a little blood. Or a ton of blood.

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Out with the Old!

I have been saving for a long time! Doing what ever odd job I can so I can start my own mechanic shop! I have made a lot of money snuffing out little whores or snatching some sweet morsel! And it has FINALLY paid off! I closed this week end on my own shop! I didn’t think it was going to go through! I found the PERFECT shop! In a great neighbor hood! No other shops anywhere near! But the owner, who had owned the shop for 30 years was to sick to work it any more. I agree to buy it instantly! But the day we were suppose to sing the papers the old fucker changed his mind! He decided he was gonna try to make the shop work again! I was so disappointed! This fucker made the mistake of saying he just couldn’t sell his shop to any bitch off the street! I am not going to have my dreams ruined by some old fucker! So I walked away. That night I showed back up as he was closing! I picked up a piece of pipe and I beat the shit out of him! I beat that old man to death! I wont have my dreams ruined by some old fucker. The last thing he heard on this earth was me telling him he better pray his wife sells this property. Or I would beat her to death to! I know he understood me! It turned me on see the fear in his eyes! His wife had no intention of keeping the shop. She called me 2 days later asking if I was interested in buying the place still. I talked her down 20K. Got the place for a steal. I can’t wait to fully utilize the new space!

 

Snuff Sex Goes Splat

snuff sex karmaWhen you have a twisted and warped mind, the most innocent things give you the most wicked ideas. There is no fighting the urges within. When the thought enters your head, your nipples stand at attention and your cunt begins to produce juices that soak your little black panties, you know that you must live this out. Watching a show about science and seeing the experiment showing what falls faster, a bowling ball or a feather made me want to do my own gravity experiment. What falls faster a dead body that isn’t fighting or a live one that is kicking and screaming? So what do I need for my experiment? Two bodies of course, a building or a balcony to throw them off of and a stop watch to time it. All in the name of science….I got my two bodies and I took them to the abandoned warehouse that I often use along with a stop watch and a plan. My hypothesis is that the dead body will fall faster because it is dead weight.  Now to test this out and see. I know that both of my bodies weigh about the same, I don’t want to make the dead body weigh less, so suffocation or strangulation will have to be the method I use to snuff one of them. With them both tied up I play eeny meeny miny moe. Laying the looser on the cold hard concrete I cover her face with a clear plastic bag and hold it tight around her neck. While she kicks and flails under my naked cunt, the movement and excitement coupled with the sobbing coming from my other body, makes me cum hard. Now that she has stopped moving I lick my cum off her dead body before grabbing my stop watch and dragging her body to the edge of the balcony. Pushing her over and hitting the button I watch her fall and can’t help cumming again as her body hits and her skull pops open with a popping sound splattering brains on the floor below. Ahh this is so much fun. Now time for the second one. As I get closer to her she is shaking with fear and I just smile. I drag her up by her hair, stand her in front of me with a knife in one had and my stop watch in the other. I slice the restraints on her wrists, shove her and hit the button. Watching her fall kicking and screaming. Unfortunately she doesn’t hit the ground the same way and all though the way her body is twisted and mangled and the sound of her breaking bones makes me cum, her skull isn’t popped open. What a shame. And I am wrong, they fall at the same rate. I love fucking gravity!