Category: Bloody phone sex

Forced to Star in Home Made Ass Rape Porn

Ass Rape Porn

I’ll never be the same after this first date. Evan and I have been Texting for weeks. But I never thought our first date would turn into us making a home made ass rape porn. I guess I shouldn’t have sent all those nudes of my ass.

We ended the night at his place. He said he had the new Conjuring movie, and Ive been dying to see it. But once we got back to his house the movie was never played. Evan kept grabbing my ass all night. He gave me this drink. I drank it like a dumbass, and remember it making me so dizzy and warm.  So hot, I took all my clothes off. Exposing my tits, pussy and ass.

That’s when he brought it out and told me to bend and spread my ass cheeks for the camera

All Evan had to do was tell me what to do and for some fucking reason I was compelled to do it. He made me do the most degrading things for the camera like slapping myself, spank my pussy and I even had to fuck a beer bottle. Shoving it in an out of my Pussy.

All of a sudden, Evan Slapped me and throwed me down on the hard cold floor. Snatching me back by my hair. I screamed and begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t.  He put my face right up to the camera lens.

“Say Hi, To all the people watching Faith”

I screamed, as he wound his hand tighter in my hair. Bending me over and shoving his dick hard in my ass. Dry. It hurt so bad. The walls of my asshole were being torn, ripped and shredded. As he pumped his cock into me,  I felt the warm rush of wetness, and knew it was my blood lubing me. He was assaulting my asshole for people to see. My face shoved to the floor, Ass in the air. Evan put his foot on my head, smashing it into the ground. He pounded hard and fast until his release. Grunting and moaning as his cock pumped jizz into my bloody hole.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.

Dr. Devil and the torture chamber vs a fearful fanny

Medical fetish phone sex

Chained down to a medical table by Dr. Devil, where you rip wet pussy’s apart, perform forced abortions and brutally torture the women you steal. Unable to move with little to no wiggle room, you took your sick fucking fetishes against my fearful fanny again, slicing and dicing, treating me like the raw meat you love to snack on. 

You’re my master tonight you evil bastard, taken to a place where whimpers and screams go unheard. Down in your sick, evil, demented dugeon full of dead carcases, castrated cocks and pulled, sliced and diced cut up cunts. I don’t stand a chance under your control, leather bound, tied down, feet in stirrups, your a gyno in hell.

With my hair pulled back, gagged, arms up high as you try to murder me with your massive meat machine between your legs. Thrusted in power, sharp with spikes, made to tear my inner cunt wall apart. 

Slammed down, anal canal ripped up to shits creek with your throbbing cock packing my fudge full of drippy, goey, white deadly cum. Leaking out of my slashed up snatch you didn’t hold back, pounding, smashing, pulling on the chains making me blue, you had me in out while taking rape fantasies out on every god damn soiled hole you could find including my throat.  Bondage bitch, ripped apart, beaten and eaten alive!

Three Twisted Wishes : PT 3

Necrophilia Phone Sex

My third and final wish was to have one of her friends fuck her dead body. He didn’t want to and we made him eat out her dead cold pussy before he slid his young hairless cock into her torn up pussy.  We laughed at him as he begged us to just stop this his tears sliding down his cheeks. I carved Lucifers sigil into his back and bound him to the dark lord. I let my friends play with his tight asshole and stretch him out like a gay little fuck doll.  He screamed as he was fucked by those big black cock. He even had two in his hole at one time. His asshole was stretched so wide it began to tear. Blood trickled down their cocks I walked over and made him cum all over my sisters corpse and smiled evilly at him. i cut Off his cock and balls and sewed him up so he had a hole that the boys could use whenever they wanted. He cried and screamed as he realized what this meant. he was nothing but a fuck toy. He would never free him and at least for now he was going to be our slave.

Killer Phone Sex is Guaranteed if You Invade My Space

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gives you 1 million ways to die. Although I avoid guns and primarily use knives as my instrument of destruction and pain, I’ve killed people with my bare hands, household items, and even my teeth. I had to use all my resources last night to survive an intruder. But sort of like that movie, “Don’t Breathe,” that guy broke into the wrong fucking house. And what he thought might be an easy score ended his life.

Now, I’m a dominant sadistic bitch. So, I always keep knives nearby. Hidden all over the place. And even strapped to my body. I keep one under my mattress and one under my pillow too. Normally I’m a light sleeper; so, I wake up to the sound of anything. However, yesterday I had some dental work done, and sedation mixed with painkillers put me into a much deeper sleep. By the time I woke up, this intruder appeared too close to act in my normal fashion. But I am not a snuff porn star. So, I gave him one hell of a fight.

Because he had his full weight on the mattress as he attempted to strangle me, I could not get to the knife from under the mattress. But I bit his hand so hard he pulled it away, giving me the opportunity I need to grab the knife. Although I could’ve slit his throat right there, and it would’ve been justifiable homicide, he needed to feel some pain. A lot of pain. So, I stabbed him in the shoulder. And that got him completely off me. Now I had the upper hand. I kicked him hard in the groin bringing him to his knees. Then I ripped off his mask, but I didn’t recognize him.

Never Feel Sorry for a Home Intruder. He Gets What He Deserves

I dragged his body out of my bedroom, down my stairs and into my torture chamber. And the fun happens here for me. Clearly, this man possessed great strength, so I had to strap him down to a table. Can you believe this fucking loser tried to plead for his life. The same man that left ligature marks around my neck now wanted forgiveness. Do I look like the kind of woman that ever grants forgiveness. No. This idiot started to piss me off crying and begging. So, he earned himself free castration phone sex.

And he earned himself a free death too. But first I’m mutilated his junk. Took his balls off with a rusty knife. Then I used another knife to chop a little piece of his dick off at a time like it was one of those sausage logs you get on a charcuterie board. Now he really started crying. Fucking pussy.

He had his hands tightly around my neck and I never once shed a tear. I never once begged for mercy. I just fought for my life and gained the upper hand. But then I have balls. I made him eat part of his dick and balls. Don’t feel sorry for him. He broke into my house and tried to kill me. He deserved everything I dished out.

Eventually, all I wanted to go back to bed and let the meds wear off. So, I grabbed his mutilated body and dragged him outside to the patio. And I watched the wildlife eat him alive. I might be the best neighborhood watch ever. I would have believed I dreamed it all, but when I woke  part of his cock and balls were still in my dogs’ food bowels.

Evil phone sex with Stephanie the snuff loving slut

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I know that Daddy is pounding his fat dick right now and getting ready for the most twisted and evil phone sex ever. He’s just as fucked in the head as I am and the gory details of my mutilation fantasies make his cock twitch and throb. We do this all the time and it’s always just as hot as the first time. Whatcha wanna talk about tonight Daddy? How about we torture that stupid ex slut of yours and her little sister again? My pussy is getting all wet just thinking about her screaming and pleading for her life. I want to hand your ex whore a knife and make her be the one that rips into her innocent, little sister and starts pulling her guts out. I’ll be whipping her with a chain, shredding her skin every time she hesitates to stab, slice and cut into the little bitch. She’s going to be the one that cuts her little sister’s head off and holds it while you drill your evil dick into it. While she’s crying like a dumb bitch and being forced to saw away at her sister’s throat, I’ll be in her ear reminding her that she’s next. Blow your load in her sister’s skull while I hold this bitch by the hair and start slicing her throat and taking her head off too. You already know how wet and hot my pussy is right now Daddy. I’m finger fucking my horny slut cunt and getting ready to talk about how we’re both going to hell for being so twisted and evil!

Men Pay Me for a Snuff Sex Death and Sometimes, It is Their Death

snuff sexAlthough it’s true that men hire me for snuff sex, it is as the accomplice mostly. Men want me to help them either exact revenge on some gold digging whore, or they just want to fuck something young and tight. However, Tom wanted to die. And he wanted me to be the one to do it.

I try not to ask any questions. I’m a hired gun, but most of my experiences fall into the realm of the accomplice or the victim. I was hesitant at first to take this gig. However, I’d be stupid to pass up that kind of money. Will the world miss a loser. Plus, the guy appeared very non-threatening. I appeared both taller and stronger than him. So, I thought about it, and took the gig. I needed the money. And he wanted to die.

I have learned not to ask too many questions. But this guy told me his life story. He’s pretty much been a loser from day one. And in his attempts to not be a loser, he found himself overextended financially. To make himself more appealing to women, he borrowed a bunch of money that he had no way of paying back.

And he borrowed from the wrong men who planned to kill him and make it hurt.  I think he hired me to kill him more humanely without all the torture sex. Sort of like euthanasia. No doubt, he paid me to kill him with money he borrowed from loan sharks, but a small sliver of what he owes them, I am sure.

Some Me Pay Me to Kill Others for Them, But Some Hire Me to Kill Them

He borrowed all this money to impress one girl who was not impressed because whatever money he had turned out to never be enough for her. Personally, I think she should’ve died over him, but I took the money and did the job.

Although this was supposed to be a humane death, I did not have access to drugs that can kill people humanely. But I did have access to some Xanax and muscle relaxers. So, I crushed them and made him a special cocktail to subdue him. I planned to utilize suffocation phone sex techniques. It seemed more humane than using a knife or a gun. Less clean up too.

So, once the drugs kicked in, I sat on his face. I could smother him with my pussy. Eating a bitch way out of your league seemed like a humane way to die to me. However, he began to thrash around as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head. And he tried to fight me. I gave him a lot of drugs. He should not have been that feisty. So, I had a problem.

And suddenly this gig became messy and inhumane. I grabbed a knife that I had in my back pocket in case of an emergency. This seemed like an emergency. I did not want to die because some loser suddenly got the will to live as I tried to kill him. So, I slit his throat. He bled out all over his floor.

Seriously, I never thought he would fight me. But he’s dead now. And I’m 50 grand richer. To think, I almost didn’t take this gig and I felt sorry for him initially. But after that struggle, all I could think about was finding the next man who needs to die.

I Punished My Neighbor’s Pathetic Little Son

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My neighbor caught me dominating his pathetic sissy son. I had my 12 inch strap deep in his little tight asshole, tied down so he could run nowhere. The little fucker is a bad annoying boy, who doesn’t have respect for anyone. I couldn’t help myself but to give him a well deserved punishment. His dad wasn’t there thought he was at work. So I took him in his garage and tied him down then I began to spank him. I spanked him until his little ass turned nice and red. He tells me his daddy is going to make me pay for doing this to him. So I went further since daddy was going to get me, why not give him a real reason too. I put my 12 inch strap on and forced it in his tight little asshole. Very fucking tight, I literally tore his ass open and made him bleed. But I was satisfied thinking about how he will think twice before being a bad little shit again. But just as I was telling him if he didn’t want this to happen again then he would be a good boy. His dad busted in the garage door throwing me off his son and onto the floor. He was in a rage seeing he now sissy son tied and bent over. He slapped me three times back to back and grabbed me by my hair in a tight grip making me look at him. But I had a smirk on my face and that pissed him off even more. He ripped my dress off, as he tells me he’s going to do me the same way I just did his pathetic son. He flipped me over my ass and fat bald pussy right in his face. He spits on my asshole and forces his fingers deep in my asshole aggressively. Secretly I was excited to be getting punished, I need a good fucking. 

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.

Three Twisted Wishes: Pt 2

Sex With Dead Bodies

 

My second wish was delightfully evil. I wished my little sister back to life, then I wished the devil himself could come in and fuck her tight little holes. She screamed as she saw his hooved figure and that impossibly large cock. It was almost the size of a third leg! She screamed and tried to run away as he lifted her small young body up and slammed  his over sized demon cock into her tight baby girl pussy splitting it open. She screamed as blood dripped down his cock and balls. She screamed a final scream as his boiling hot cum shot into her ruined cunt. Her lifeless body fell to the floor as he vanished. I laughed and played with her small tits and her bloody cum filled cunt. I told the boys to fuck her dead body while I bound her soul to her corpse so she could feel everything.  After they ruined what was left of her pussy I cut her chest open and bit into her heart. I love the metallic taste of blood and the texture of the heart.  I smile down at her and kiss her cold lips. This is just the second wish. I love these sweet murder fantasies.