Torture phone sex is fun, but it doesn’t really compare to the hunt. I thrive, needle in hand, prowling the night clubs for my prey. I’m wet in anticipation, ready to dig my knife deep between their thighs; I intend to show my catch a real good time. I’m talking week long sessions of screaming, blood streaming from wounds. I want to cut something pretty apart at the seams.
I saw her, dancing up on the pole. I wound my way up, dancing beside her. My hands slid down her body, catching a nipple in my claws. I sunk my teeth into her neck deep in the underbelly of Chinatown, slipping my needle into her belly button. I beckoned her, and she followed; her cunt was starting to drip from the drugs. I grinned the whole taxi ride back to my place. In my basement, I tied her to the table, and flicked open my knife.
I cut away her shirt, her tiny micro skirt, that lacy little thong. I licked along her body, tasting the sweat on her skin. The second needle slid silently into her tongue, and she was limp. Trapped, but awake, my pretty kitten stared me down with wide eyes. She was terrified as I started the sawzall, taking each arm and then each leg, until she was nothing but a bloody stump for fucking.
Needle three kissed my amputee in her sweet, tight pussy. She started to feel it, the overwhelming pleasure. Her cunt dripped, all drugged up and bound down. She was begging for release, from her ties or to cum I wasn’t sure. But it gave me an idea. I picked up her detached arm, manipulating her still-warm fingers to coax her into cumming, stroking her clit with her own dead fingers, and fucking her in my sickened mutilation masturbation.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
Mutilation Masturbation
Sex with Dead Bodies
Sex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.
Murder phone sex Fantasies Come Undone
These are the ultimate murder phone sex fantasies come undone! Down in the AIDS ward there are some twisted and evil men who would do nothing more than kill you slowly! Bug Juice awaits your ass! And I am going to enjoy every second!
You don’t mess with the black sheriff of your town and think he will let you and your wife get away with anything!
A broken tail light is the least of your worries as we are handcuffed and taken down to the basement. No one will ever hear our screams. Pumped directly with that deadly virus and a bone grinder awaits your pathetic ass. I scream no not my husband but the shot in my ass is making me feel so good, and horny! My thoughts turn evil as I am ready to do anything these fuckers say to do. Like hold that bone grinder to your right arm as the blood and bone fragments spurt away! Oh and as I get a train pulled on my ass and pussy at the same time as I am dismembering every limb off of you. I am teh evil bitch now and nothing is going to make me stop fucking while this snuff slut torture you with every medical device i can get my hands on!
He’s back
He came back but was it to punish me or to reward me? I was being punished for something I had no control over. He was punishing me for fucking that cop. I tried to tell him I did not want it and that he made me take his big fucking cop cock. He said he had a surprise for me but I feel like when he says surprises, its something I am probably not going to like. I have to be good though and do everything I am told. I don’t want to go back to the basement. I will be a good girl. When daddy came through the door he was not loving. He was drunk and mean. He was being so hateful. He hit me and threw me around until I blacked out. When I woke up daddy was already stripping me and forcing his cock in my ass. He was groaning so loud, I think that was what woke me up. It hurt so bad but felt so good for him. I kept crying and telling him I’m sorry. He was so angry with me. He hate fucked my ass so good. Finally once he started to calm down, daddy flipped me over and started making sweet love to my bald pussy. My ass still hurt but daddy was making my pussy feel good. I could feel daddy’s cock starting to swell. It wasn’t long before I felt that hot cum being shot deep in my pussy. Daddy was filling me up with that baby batter. I hope daddy knows I try to be a good girl for him. I’m so grateful for all he’s done for me.
October is Killer Phone Sex Season
Fall is killer phone sex season. Honestly, I love sweater weather. I can bundle up, blend in and hunt less conspicuously. I never get caught because I am not flashy. I am not impulsive. And, I never have a connection with my victims. I can teach you how to be a killer too. You lust after your neighbor’s little girl? You want to fuck her as in destroy her tiny holes? I can help you BUT you cannot do it to her. You will be the first suspect. We drive around a few counties away from where you live and look for a surrogate. Same age, same look, just no connection to you. Police always investigate neighbors and family when a little one goes missing. You can have a young girl or boy; you just must be careful. That is why accomplice phone sex partners are key. I am the devil on your shoulder. I tell you to kill the cunt and explore your rape fantasies. I do not want you caught; however, you need to listen to me to ensure that. I am not new to this. I have been killing folks since I was a young teen girl. I have over a decade of experience. I am still a free woman because I know how to kill the right person at the right time. While other girls are getting pumpkin spice lattes, I am stalking them and planning their brutal murder. Want to help me hunt? October is the best month to kill.
Just A Snuff Phone Sex Slut
I’m just a snuff phone sex slut. A pain slut and humiliation pig. I’m a servant to this Mistress that is fiercely controlling. It was her weekend for me. She always starts it off with me being picked up in her Jaguar. I don’t even get to really enjoy the ride to it’s fullest. I am immediately hogtied, ball gagged and blindfolded before being shoved in the backseat. I get to enjoy the smell of luxurious leather seats. My senses are otherwise cut off. They even shoved earplugs in my ears this time. I really only had my sense of smell to go by. Deaf dumb and blind they said as they shoved them in my ears laughing.
I was hauled out of the back like they were hauling a body bag from the car. Pulled out and tossed over the shoulders of what seemed like a giant. He was Marcia’s Accomplice, a big burly built black man. Once inside I was set down and stumbled to stand. I was wearing 8″ high heels and a little wobbly after laying in the backseat for a couple of hours. I was immediately undressed, collared and my nipples got taped. I was her pet for the weekend and the first thing I get a drink of is Misstress’s piss. Like a bitch on a leash I am lapping it up from a bowl. The whole time I was being inspected by mistresses gloved hands. She was probing and commenting on my holes and how much she anticipated ripping those fucking whore holes of mine. Laughing as she does she snapped her fingers and 5 huge black guys came in and commenced to fuck the life out of me.
Snuff Phone sex With Jezabel
They took us and beat you, and would make you nothing but a stump of a man! Thats how this sexy snuff phone sex Bitch gets down!
I would be begging for my boyfriend not to be killed when he lost that pool bet. Instead needles full of Heroin And infected blood would be shot into him and my body would receive the best of the heroine, making me submit to all the cocks that wanted to breed me.
Even the most evil bitch gets herself into a fucked up situation and as long as I am getting fucked while the grinder is disfiguring you, I am a happy go lucky cunt! I wouldn’t mind six huge hung black men breeding me as your arms are grinded off slowly as you yell in pain and howl like a bobcat.
Your pain makes me horny, and do I shy away from it? The fuck no!
I want your stumpy body quivering as they melt your dick and balls with a soldering iron. My gimp piece of flesh to sit in the corner and watch your whore girlfriend get fucked for the rest of your sorry life. A feeding tube, and dope keeps you my barely there piece of flesh with sunken eyes for ever in the pit of torture! I am not a submissive slut, but if it takes me getting fucked and forcibly bred to watch you suffer, than I am all mother fucking Game! I am a Taboo phone sex slut for a mother fucking reason!
Bring me your body on a platter and I will dice you up and feed you to the wolves and your own family if need be. My Name is Jezabel for a Reason Bitch!
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies in the Burbs
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I sure do hope so. I love violent fantasies. I have a reality that is not far from fiction. I have bad choice in fuck buddies. I am married. I am a mother. I live in suburbia but the soccer mom life bores me to death. I want nothing to do with the vanilla world. That is why I do coke. Even if my life is dull, I can numb myself to it with some coke and let my life escape to the nasty corners of my mind. I was super coked up the other night and snuck out of my gated community to slum with the other druggies and whores. I met a dealer who made me a sweet offer. He wanted me to service his friends and in exchange, I would get some high-grade coke. How could I say no to that? I did a few lines and started sucking cocks. The men did lines and went animalistic. They tied me up so I would not fight. They started shoving a couple cocks at a time up my ass. Gaping my asshole like they had fisted me. When high, I fancy myself an ass rape porn star. I was begging to be sodomized. My asshole was prolapsed, and I was oblivious. Once I knew, I joked that they should fuck my asshole back in. I let the dealer’s posse use me up and stretch me out until the sun started to rise. I knew I was pushing it close to getting home undetected. I pleased the dealer and his posse. I left with my ass hole hanging out looking like raw meat. I had a big bag of coke, so it was worth it. I snuck back into bed with my husband, covered in cum and smelling of sex. He was none the wiser. I am good at leading a double life.
I Will Leave A Plate Of Cookies Out
It has been so long since I felt the strength of a mans hands around my neck and that desperation as I gasp for air while he strangles me and fucks my face!
I ache for the pain of you punching me and slapping me!
I feel completely wasted without your cock destroying my ass and making me your filthy little fuck doll!
I need my rape phone sex fantasies rekindled! I need to be drenched in cum!
I will leave the door unlocked if you want to break in.
I will put the dog out so he does not bother you and I will even leave you a damn plate of cookies next to the bed!
Why are you making me beg for what you know you want to do? Is this part of the torture? You know I need the pain, the abuse, the feeling of being a filthy little whore. I can’t cum until you hurt me!
My cunt has been aching for you and your friends to come and finish what you started. To have all of my holes fucked and torn and my bruised and battered body just lying lifeless on the ground!
My once torn pussy has shrunk back to normal and is so tight and wet!
Auditioning for Snuff Movies
I want to be in snuff movies. I have no desire to be in mainstream movies. Most of my girlfriends have done porn or had bit roles in cheesy B horror films. Me? I have been in much darker, authentic films. The kind of films that make men very wealthy. I know this underground director. I have long tried to get an audition with him. I have fantasized about being on his casting couch. I finally got my audition. I had to bring my A game. I showed up looking sexy. When I got on the stage, I was told I had 20 minutes to convince him I was the right whore for his snuff porn. I know I am the right whore. I sat in the chair, spread my legs and grabbed a serrated blade laying on the table next to me. I began with licking the blade until I cut my lip. I licked the blood seductively across my lips. I moved the blade down my body, pressing it firmly against my right breast. I sliced off my nipple. When I heard his assistant gasp, I knew I was in the right direction. I did not have forever to audition, so I had to speed up the process by putting the knife between my legs. Blood, my blood, was dripping down my stomach from my severed nipple. The site of the blood made my future director hard. Another good sign. I took the knife and crammed it up my cunt. I am a pain slut. I have never pierced my pussy so deeply with a long blade before, but I was auditioning for a once in a lifetime part. You know. The kind of role a woman is willing to die for. I almost did. I got the part. The die part will have to wait until we begin filming.