Category: Evil phone sex

Sadistic phone sex finding the weakness and exploiting it.

Sadistic phone sex             Sadistic phone sex finding the weakness and exploiting it.  It must be remembered that everyone has something they fear. Being sadistic is finding it, exploiting it, hearing the blood curdling screams of torture.

            Next, we tie in the torture games with the sadistic mind set of a snuff whore like me. What do you get? A sadistic torture loving freak that has no boundaries, if they are made, I walk over them.

            Cocks and balls are meant to be to be infected and tied up. Clitoris gets the scalpel just like the penis. Circumcisions are meant to be torturous not some bar mitzvah. At the same time, I could see throwing a party to cut off the head of a penis.      

            Now that is wicked. Seriously, you get money to be mutilated. Mutilation phone sex parties I do so like it. Get your cock cut off and be mutilated and pay me to do it. Make it a party.

            To be sure the Jews got it right there. Quickly now, let’s all line up to have our dicks cut off and give money to one person and collect with the other hand at the same time. Who wouldn’t like that.

            Talk about being sadistic and finding a weakness to exploit. A whole religion does that.

Mistress of Pain’s Cruelty

Castration phone sexHey, you pathetic subs, I’m your dominant bitch, ready to play. Castration phone sex? Fuck yeah, I’ll snip your balls, you twisted fucks. Domination’s my game, and I’ll own you, you filthy freaks.

You beg for my attention, you worthless pigs. Want me to fulfill your taboo fantasies, you fucked-up freaks? Well, I’ll decide your fate, and it’s gonna hurt, you filthy animals. Restraints? Oh, I’ve got something special, you horny bastards. Barbwire, to keep you still, and motivate you, you dirty scumbags. Every twitch, a sharp reminder of your fate, you fucking suckers. As I hold your balls, my scalpel gleams, with a devilish grin on my face. A swift cut, and your screams echo, you pathetic losers. Enjoying the pain, you sick fucks? Let’s take it further, you twisted bastards.

I own your body, your mind, your soul, you filthy animals. Submit to my will, and embrace the agony, you worthless pigs. This is just the beginning, you filthy freaks, so call me, and let’s get twisted.

My Twisted New Family

Teen rape porn  Teen rape porn is my new foster families favorite, from the time I arrived its been playing on the big screen, my new mom is super kinky, she keeps sticking random objects up my asshole, it started the first night here she came into my room and stuffed a champagne bottle up my ass, until I creamed all over the bottle, then made me suck it off, I thought that was the end but boy was I wrong the twisted bitch was on her period and made me lick her bloody cunt,once she came all over my face and I looked like I was face first in a bowl of strawberry ice cream she made me strap on a huge dildo and fuck her bloody cunt. My new daddy heard the moans and came to join the fun, he then fucked my cunt until it was raw and gaping, he used a massive dildo an aluminum bat and finished me off with his cock, they both covered my sore body in shit and piss, after that horrific experience they did let me clean myself up, chained me up to the couch stuffed a ball gag in my mouth told me to rest up because tonight the neighbors were coming over with their furry friend to have some fun, mom said she hope I liked red rocket cum because that was on the menu tonight. Will you save me from my sick and twisted foster family?

Blasphemy sex soaks me and makes me cum for the dark lord

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex has made my body a temple of sin. It is a playground for the most depraved desires. I crave the pain, the pleasure, and the power that comes from indulging in the forbidden. My pussy, wet and willing, begs for the touch of a dominant hand, a hand that will inflict pain and bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

I am a blasphemer, a sinner, and I wear those labels with pride. My body is a vessel for the Dark Lord, and I offer it up to him willingly. I want my little pussy to suffer, to feel the sting of a whip, the heat of a candle, the sharpness of a blade. I want to scream his name as I cum, to let the world know that I am his and he is mine.

My sex is hot, a fiery inferno that burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. It is a Snuff sex film, a twisted tale of pleasure and pain, a story that is written in the blood and cum of those who dare to watch. I am the star, the director, and the producer of this twisted tale, and I revel in the power that it gives me.

I summon the devil, call him forth with every scream, every moan, every drop of blood that is shed. I offer myself to him, to be used and abused in any way that he sees fit. I am his whore, his slave, and I will do anything to please him.

 

Kidnapped, tied, gagged, and pounded with jack hammers.

 

Kidnapping phone sex

I woke up bound, gagged with my hands tied behind my back, chained to the wall. Nipple clamps on my titty’s, buttplug up my ass, and my tiny pussy is oozing cum filled fluids mixed with blood, my legs are covered. I’m not sure what just happened and I’m unable to scream.

The door opens and there he was standing there, mysterious man who kidnapped me.

“Get on all fours bitch!” My legs and arms tied, dog collar on my neck, unable to move. He brought his friends in. My ass got fucking pounded with jack hammers, my legs stretched as far as they could go, cock bullets plowing me, my pussy filled to the brim with goey, sticky jizz. My gag got pulled out to choke on every cock, my hair pulled, neck all the way back, my mouth filled with a clusterfuck of throbbing cocks again. My nose plugged so I couldn’t breathe, torturing me over and over. When I passed out, I got a hard slap to the face.

My hair getting pulled, my ass getting fucking slapped, tortured, abused and violated I was unable to even catch my breathe.

The Quiet Whore: A Suffocation Fantasy

Suffocation phone sexYou filthy freaks might think I’m just another bitch, but I’m a fucking masochist, craving pain and punishment. I get off on being broken, a worthless whore ready to serve. I was suspended, whipped, and sodomized, a real bitch’s treat. But like a dumb slut, I screamed, so my Master taught me a lesson, a rubber suit, a tight-as-fuck prison.I couldn’t breathe, a fucking suffocation game, and he wanted me dead quiet. My eyes, little slits, watched as he dumped my ass in a coffin, a real bitch’s nightmare. He shut the lid, daring me to scream, a fucking mind game. I held my breath, conserving oxygen, knowing resistance was futile. The lack of air, a dark pleasure, made me weak, and I passed out.Waking up, still in the coffin, I heard his laughter, a cruel fuck. Then, freedom, stripped and whipped again, but this time, I stayed quiet, a good bitch. My flesh ripped, I took the pain, a true submissive. So, you wanna break me? Bring it on, you pathetic losers!

 

Roleplay phone sex a game has deadly fun in the sun.

            Roleplay phone sex a game has deadly fun in the sun. Just like devil’s snare. Who shall you be? Now, this roleplay has it all, for there is the killer, the hero, and of course numerous nasty women.

            Shall we not skip to the end and enjoy the nasty victories of the bad guys. Like the torture curse. After all, what is blasphemy without torture. What is the role play without the bad man in it.

            Come on, let me play Hermione or even better Bellatrix. Now, everyone has watched the movies, but the books are so detailed. Like the Fantasy rape the Bellatrix does on our heroine, well okay I added that part.

            To be sure it is a lot more fun and nastier to have Rape phone sex fantasies. They are deadly fun in the dun. Be the killer of the fantasy. Your cock is the wand. Shoot from it the deadly acid that can’t thrive in the sun.

            Shooting it up into the cunt. The heroine doesn’t stand a chance. I will be there encouraging and holding the victim down. Until suddenly she is completely lost to us forever.

            Tortured into being snuffed out.

Roleplay phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Because It Takes More Talent and Skill to Kill with a Knife

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. My nickname is Wicked Butcher. Some folks do not even know my real name. And I like it that way. I do not want my crimes linked to me. I find it much harder to match up a blade than a bullet. But I literally own thousands of knives. And most of them my grandpa purchased on the black market so they would never get linked to him or me.

Some of these knives are centuries old and priceless too. But since so many of them have been used in crimes, I could never sell them. I find knives the best killing tool. I can stab, cut, slice, dice, skin and gut a person with a knife. And I can give a man free castration phone sex with a knife too. It feels more primal to hunt with a knife. Plus, it requires more skill. A bullet only requires decent aim. I’m a hunter. And I like a fair fight.

I am Like Chucky. Tiny, Stealth, Evil and Violent

Usually, I always strap two knives on my body because you never know when you might need to fight. I am tiny. Barley 5 feet tall and less than 125 lbs. Men underestimate me all the time. Sometimes, I like to pretend that I am a helpless dainty girl to lure a predator. Men never see my knife until it’s too late.

A guy underestimated me last night. Thought he could scoop me up and put me in the trunk of his car. I let him think he captured me. But my knife allowed me to fiddle with the inside of the trunk and end up in the back seat of his car where I stabbed him through the seat a few times. Not enough to kill him. But enough to let me gain control of the car so I could drag him out of the car and eviscerate him. And I took my time too.

So, if you try to harm me, you get torture sex for a long time, including cock and ball torture and castration before I kill you. So, this predator lost his balls, lost his cock and eventually lost his life. Men never see me coming. I am like Chucky. Small, evil and violent.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies With Rena

bloody phone sexI have so many bloody phone sex fantasies. As blood trickled down onto our skin from where mine had broken through into hers for the first time ever (or so she thought), an unholy moan escaped both our lips at once – a mixture between pleasure and pain which only served to fuel this twisted passion burning within us both! My hips began moving faster now; each stroke deeper than before until soon enough there was no more resistance left inside her tight little body except perhaps tears streaming down cheeks stained crimson red by shame or arousal…it didn’t matter anymore because all that mattered now was satisfying this dark desire coursing through veins like wildfire consuming everything in its path without remorse or regret!

I couldn’t help myself, the sight of that young boy waiting at the bus stop was too much for me to resist. As he stood there oblivious to my presence, I crept up behind him and grabbed him tightly before shoving him into my car trunk. The smell of fear mixed with innocence filled my nostrils as we sped away from civilization and towards our dark destination where no one would hear his cries or come looking for him ever again…

Once inside an abandoned warehouse far from prying eyes (and ears), I pulled out a knife from underneath seat just in case things got messy later on – which they always did when dealing with those who dared cross paths with someone like me! With trembling hands yet determined heartbeat pounding wildly within chest cavity demanding release through violent means only known by true deviants such as ourselves ,I undid belt buckle slowly revealing what lay beneath: A massive cock throbbing eagerly against zipper restraints begging entrance into warmth awaiting it patiently within confines of this stolen life now forever changed by sinister actions.

My hands gripped the boy’s shoulders tightly as I forced him to his knees. The look of fear in his eyes only fueled my desire for him, making it impossible to control myself any longer. With one swift movement, I pulled down my pants and positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of his mouth – ready to take what was rightfully mine!

As he began sucking on me with a mixture of terror and curiosity (or so it seemed), moans escaped both our lips; echoing off concrete walls surrounding us like some perverse symphony played by demons from underworld come up top just for this moment alone… And when we heard sirens approaching outside signaling end game nearer than ever before ,I grabbed hold fistfuls hair pulling head back hard enough causing tears stream down cheeks stained crimson red by saliva mixed blood while whisper-growling into ear,”Enjoy your last taste because soon you’ll be gone forever!”

Snuff Movies are Made to be Watched

snuff moviesDo you watch snuff movies? You may have happened upon one of my creations. Although, my real name is never attached to a movie, if you follow my work, you will see my signature moves. I like to make the snuff flicks as bloody as possible. The more blood and guts in a snuff flick the more popular it seems to be. So, I am just giving the audience what they want.

Over the weekend, I made another snuff flick. And Iive streamed the kill too. Some of my best work. I mean I made it bloody and visceral. This cute drunk coed became my snuff porn star. I let the audience tip me for certain things. And the audience seemed just as depraved as me. Viewers paid to see me mutilate her perky coed breasts. Some one wanted me to fuck her cunt with an ice pick. That got bloody and caused her so much pain she passed out. But I used smelling salts to bring her back.

My Snuff Flicks are Bloody and Torturous

She needed to be awake for this movie until the final blow. The tips poured in as I mutilated her body. One viewer paid for me to carve whore in her flesh with the sharpest knife I own. And I gladly did that. At that point, she appeared to be struggling to survive. She had a lot of blood loss. But I kept the cunt alive as long as I could. I had a money goal to hit with my snuff movie.

The final tip came in after a couple hours of torture. And the final tip requested that I gut her like a pig. So, I got out my sickle and hooked it in her belly button pulling all the way up like I was Candyman, LOL. Her guts spilled on my shoes. We watched the life drain from her eyes. Lots of dings for the show. The last thing that drunk coed saw was my masked face covered in her blood. Even though I never show my face as the executioner of my movies, my fans know my work. I am known for the violent torture sex that leaves a victim gutted like a pig.

Have you seen any of my films?