Category: Evil phone sex

Cooking your Family

cannibalism phone sex

Ready to recount my cannibalism phone sex tale? Ahh, but you have the homemade video to watch. Does it make your dick hard everytime you see your wifes’ throat sliced and her guts cut out? Chopped up and put through the meat grinder flavored with so many good smelling spices that your drool for a taste of her flesh cooked to perfection. What about those cute daughters? How I had them pumped full of Nigger cum and hung them so those pretty necks just snapped ever so quickly! Them the wood fire roasting teen bodies like little piggies! Bahaha. I loved how I made you watch every moment and filmed your arousal! I am a demented dark soul who wants to do you in next. I want to cut every digit and limb slowly as we watch the snuff porn we made over and over. I want to feed you and fatten you up with your family flesh baby. Makes me so hot to know how evil I am how much more can you take dear! 

Battered and bruised on the beach

Snuff pornMaster and I filmed a very naughty snuff porn film last night as I got gangbanged by ten massive black cocks. I suffered so much while filming that today i am so beaten up, battered and bruised, it’s hard for me to even walk! I literally look like my entire body got put through a meat grinder or something. Of course Master is extremely proud of what he has done to me, as usual. He loves when my body is all black & blue, he thinks it’s such pretty coloring and it only makes his cock throb even harder. My eyes are swollen shut from him repeatedly punching me but he didn’t give a fuck, he was still gonna do what he wanted to do with me. He drove me to the beach while I was wearing nothing besides a micro-bikini and stripper heels. He shoved me out of the car and ordered me to go parade around on the scorching hot sand. It was like pouring salt in an open wound, literally. He laughed his ass off and recorded the whole thing. Everyone was staring at me and I even scared off some youngsters as I approached close to them. I’m such a filthy cunt!

Ass Rape Porn with a Couple Dykes and a Monster Dildo

ass rape pornAss rape porn is what I was born for it seems. I guess I look like a woman who wants to be ass assaulted. I was at a fetish club checking things out. I was looking for coke. I figured I could hook up with a guy or a couple and do some coke. If I was a good whore, maybe I could take home a goody bag. I didn’t hook up with a guy. I became the eye candy for a lesbian couple. They said they would hook me up if I played with them for a couple hours. I thought I had lucked out because they were women. I was wrong. These two ladies were as sadistic as any man I have ever encountered. They said they would not be happy until they shredded my ass. They didn’t care that this was a club were no blood was permitted. They had one of the biggest dildo’s I have ever seen. If this was attached to a man, it would be a monster. Over a foot long and about as wide as the bottom of a wine bottle. Two black cocks in my ass would still be smaller than this monster sized dildo. I told them to forget about it. I wanted no part of their wicked ass games.  They strapped me down, laughed and said I had no choice. Without warning or lubrication, one of the bitches rammed the dildo up my ass. I let out a shriek that could be heard all over the club. Instead of coming to my rescue, they gathered around to watch my ass torture sex. I could feel my ass gaping. I could feel my ass stretching to the point it was bleeding. Onlookers cheered the dykes on. Told them to ruin my ass. By the time they were done, I was a bloody prolapsed mess. I got no coke either. Note to self, never play with women.

Do Tread On Her

Killer phone sex

 

Upscale society bitches really piss me off to no end.  I abhor every damn thing about them.  It isn’t the fact that they have money, it is the fact that they are so damn idiotic.  That much stupidity packed into such a small space is mind boggling. I don’t care if they have companies, I don’t care if they are a CEO, bitches with that much money have no idea how the real world works, even if they came from dirt poor families, they forget.  Most of these flesh puppets never even have to work, they are born into a world where nothing matters to them but themselves.  Not that I give a shit for others either, but it is different with them.

If I could, I would take one of those cunts to a secluded place, and keep them there.  Every day I would do something a little more violent, although to them breaking a fucking nail would be the worst possible thing that could ever happen.  I can just imagine me standing over them, them begging, pleading, offering me money, blah blah blah.  I don’t need that shit, I can make my own money.  Me spitting into their face then taking a nice long piss into their mouth, before kicking them in their head to make them shut the fuck up.  

After a very long time of playing with them, starving them, violating every orifice I could with what ever I could find, leaving pretty bruises all over their once flawless skin, I would begin the life ending act.  Would I use a knife? No.  Would I hang them from meat hooks before gutting them? No.  What I would do is stomp them to death.  I would start at the very bottom.  Break those toes beneath the weight of my foot, crack the knee, watch the patella  disintegrate before my eyes while they scream in pain.  I am pretty sure the little shit would pass out at this point, so I would drink, watch some netflix, and wait until they regain consciousness, then get back to it.  

I know that by the time I reach their sternum that they will have figured out that I was working my way up their useless body and that they would soon be just some floppy dead cunt tossed into a lake somewhere. I might even prolong the agony.  I usually don’t like begging, I hate it actually, but to hear them beg for their shallow lives right before I crush their skull in could actually be fun.  Then after they were crushed, broken, bruised and of course dead, I just might have to take some time to play with my magnificent pussy a few times before dumping them like the true pieces of trash they are.

My Cannibalism Phone Sex Desires

cannibalism phone sexDo you have cannibalism phone sex fantasies? I do. I think I would make a tasty meal. I am thick and juicy. Nice round rump, thick thighs. My fantasy is that you kidnap me. Maybe I am hitchhiking or perhaps you spot me at a bar or at the mall and think I look delicious. I have no clue about your plans to consume my flesh. When you start talking about how thick and juicy I am, it goes over my head. I think you just like a woman with meat on her bones. You know more cush for the push.  You spike my drink, which makes me very sleepy. The next thing I know, I am naked, and you are rubbing my body with olive oil. I think it is some type of makeshift lube for your cock, but you ae putting it all over my body. And it its mixed with some seasonings that smell strong and good. I see the big pot of boiling water and I wonder what is for dinner. Honestly, I am still clueless that I am dinner until you carry me over to the pot. I see the chopped up veggies in the pot. It is not until you submerge me in the hot seasoned water, that I understand I was kidnapped to feed you. It makes my pussy wet to know you will consume my flesh. I hope you find me delectable down to the bone. Eating my flesh would make a hot snuff porn.

A Kiss Goodbye

Sadistic phone sex

Those lips, those pouty, full, perfect lips.  Soft, warm, untouched, parted ever so slightly.  This isn’t a princess in some fairy tale, this is prey in a nightmare of our making.  I run my fingers lightly from the ankles up the leg to the shattered pelvis, up the small incisions in the stomach placed there to induce a scream or two.  There were more than usual since she decided to try to be brave, keep it all in, the pain, the fear, show us that she couldn’t be broken so that we might give up.  That never happens though, we always finish.

My hand moves up across those barely there breasts watching as her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath.  They are tender to the touch, she flinches back slightly, she has no fight left, no energy, no hope.  I watch as bruises start to form, turning from red to that lovely deep color as the blood pools below the skin.  Traveling up her clavicle, broken, fractured as a matter of fact. I study the sheer white of the bone protruding from the skin, jagged.  Up to the nape of the neck, already yellowing bruises forming from fingers pressed tightly into her flesh.

Then up to that mouth.  I brush my thumb over it.  Thinking back to how it looked slipping up and down your hard cock.  Her cries being stopped from the manic thrusts which press your throbbing head into her throat time and again.  I stand at the top of the table by her head.  Looking down at her I notice that her eyes loose focus,  she knows what is coming, she is trying to slip away into her safe place to pretend this isn’t really happening. Oh, but it is.

The table wobbles slightly under your weight as you spread her legs to make room for you.  I toss you the ropes that have been previously tied to the legs of the table, you wrap each one around her thighs, tossing the unused portion back to me so that I can secure it to the legs as well.  The rope digs in, I can see her skin being pinched, the lower part of her legs turning pink, then red.  The circulation is being cut off, she moans, her eyes go blank, one single tear trails down from the corner of her right eye to splash on the table.

You rub your dick over her swollen cunt, sore, red, raw.  You press in, another moan from her, you start to move, more tears, her eyes begin to focus on my face.  I can see the pleading in them, yet those lips do not move to protest, more tears, she knows it will be better for her soon, she will be helped so that she can slip away, but not yet, you aren’t done but you are close.  I lower my head down as your noises become more guttural, the table legs slightly scraping on the floor, filling the almost empty room with bangs as you pump into her.  I put my lips close to her ear, waiting for you to cum, I whisper “Goodbye fuck rag” just as you release your hot sticky jizz deep into her. I then place one last kiss upon her lips so I can taste her last scream as you finish her off.

Snuff Porn Will Be Their Final Roles

To be so young and naive with wide eyes and sweet little holes that need defiling. I guess when your a young and desperate mother, especially when hooked on smack and unable to care for the filthy offspring she popped out in her teens, it’s a relief to be offered money for that responsibility to be removed from her. I love trolling the crack houses looking for desperate addicted mommy whores willing to sell me their brats for my starring roles in snuff porn.

Toss the hoes a few bucks and some special smack to feed their needs and I have my money back and an extra piece of trash to destroy in my latest snuff debut. I bring that skank into the warehouse and toss her brat over to their temporary caretakers and the nearly dead already whore over to the filming stage. This filthy bed with metal frame is the perfect backdrop for the scene. A filthy street skank that’s barely legal gets cut up by brutal giant cock wielding creatures that slice her throat as they rip into her ass and filthy cunt making the whore scream and this really gets hot. They ravish her into a useless pile of flesh and then carry her off and toss her into the incinerator.

Oh and we have more fun with that young offspring of hers later.

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Snuff Porn in a Haunted Corn Maze

snuff pornI was in the mood to make a homemade snuff porn last night. I just needed the right victim. I was feeling like a killing a hot teen slut last night. Friday night haunted house got real for one little bitch. I have a seasonal gig in a haunted corn maze. It is in the country. It is three miles long and very dark. I work with other “actors,” but I kill for real. No one would think one of the “actors” went rouge. When some one dies in a haunted attraction, it is blamed on one of the visitors. A stalker, an angry ex, or just some Michael Myers wannabe. I had a camera on my miner’s hat to capture the fear. I just used a real axe instead of my fake one.  I substituted the blade for a different one so when I was questioned, my fake axe would not match. I stuffed the blade in the back pack of a dick boy before my victim was even discovered. I watched in joy as visitors thought she was just a prop. She never saw it coming. She was lagging behind her girls because she was flirting with all the male workers. Cock tease. She thought she smarter than the girls working the corn maze. She taunted me, so it was easy to put an axe to her head. She must have been on something because she kept mocking me as blood poured out of her head. When she realized it wasn’t fake blood, she freaked out. Started staggering through the corn maze, but folks thought she was an actor. I guess her friends left her thinking she hooked up with a guy. She wasn’t discovered until the lights came on and the night was over. Hours after I snuffed her. I was questioned, as was everyone working there, but since we have no record of everyone who came through the maze last night, I suspect her death will remain unsolved. I have a wonderful snuff sex video of her gruesome death. I may be out of a job since the maze was shut down by the police as a crime scene, but the month is still young. I can find more victims anywhere I want.

Green Eyed Monster

Snuff phone sex

“Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive.” ~ Havelock Ellis

I very much enjoy seeing jealous feelings in others.  I myself do not get jealous, there is nothing for me to be jealous of, I don’t like people enough to be jealous of them.  However, when that ‘green eyed monster’ rears it’s head in others, oh, how spectacular it can be.  Watching as people spiral down, seeing the depression set in, the obsession, the crazy, the whole delicious thing.  Granted, not all people fall all the way, but there is always that one, that one that goes above and beyond all others.  How is it that you can supposedly love someone so much that you kill them because they no longer love you? That is fucking hilarious!

Knowing that right now there are men and women out there who are plotting the death of someone that they state they love so much that they can’t be without them.  I’m crazy, I admit that, but those that I am speaking of are in a league all their own.  Perhaps I don’t understand it because I don’t love.  Let me rephrase that, I do not love people, I have never loved anyone, never will.  I think I am incapable of it which is fine.  I am not missing anything.  If I want to get fucked I go and get fucked, but other than that I really don’t want to be with someone day in and day out.  That would be horrid. Anyway, let us get back to it.

The best part of this whole jealousy thing is, that only one of the two know what is going to happen.  There is the jealous one, and the one who has moved on.  Can you imagine how shocked they will be when they find themselves in danger? Maybe it will be a simple gun shot right to the head.  Or perhaps some torture will be involved, dismemberment, evisceration, skinning, and so on and so forth. All because the person you loved, no longer loves you. Just once, I would really like to take part in one of these killings.  I wouldn’t want to get involved, but I sure as hell would want to watch. I want to see that dragon take it’s victim by the throat and bite down.

By the way, killing someone with a gun is a pussy move.  If you are going to kill someone, put some flair into it for christ sake.  It might be the only chance you ever have of taking a life, so make it your opus.  

We made snuff movies

snuff moviesWe made snuff movies last night and I loved it! I had this pathetic little bitch boy named Francis as the star of my movie, he was so terrified! This man came there thinking he would be the star of my movie in a different way, he thought that he would be helping me kill someone else, can you believe that shit? As if I’d let a man named Francis kill anyone! That is such a girl name don’t you think? I mean clearly his mother set him up for a life of ridicule when she named him that. Anyway, he was dressed in jeans and a button up white shirt looking like a bitch already when he walked in so I just grabbed him and forced him over to a pole where I tied him with his hands above his head. He was crying at that point, begging me to know why he was there but all I could do was laugh. I pointed to the audience and told him that they were all there to see me kill a little bitch named Francis, that he didn’t deserve to live with a wimpy name like that. And then I beat him to death while he cried, it was so fun!!