Category: Fantasy phone sex

The thrill of the kill

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I love when he thinks he has full control of me. He wants me as his slave.  Not tonight I have a master who sent me out to be a savage beast.  My prey for us will be the one that thinks everything is going his way with me.  I let him hit me and smack me around with his cock.  Let him know I was just the nigger slut bitch that was going to get what was coming to her.  He threw me over a chair and violated my asshole.  He wasn’t happy until he had seen blood dripping.  It was time yet for me to go in for the kill.  Like a true predator I played with this one for a while.  It made my master happy and horny.  Watching this weakling ruff me up and fuck me.  He really thought he was in full control.  He had slapped me to the ground for the last time.  My master had said it was time to take over.  As he placed his cock in my mouth what he didn’t notice was the razor blade under my tongue.   With a little swivel of my lips I was able to flick out my small tool.  He’s grabbing my head forcing his cock down my throat.  Then with a devilish grin I started slicing his cock.  He attempted to slap me with force behind it. When a voice said to him ” Not a good idea to slap the one with your cock in her mouth. He froze and I bit down taking a healthy chunk of his cock.  Blood was everywhere and my  master smiled like it was Christmas.  He wasn’t going to let me have all the fun.  He told this piece of shit that you not suppose to tamper with another man’s property.   He poured bleach in alcohol into his fresh wounds.  we was going to have a long night of pleasure and torture with this one.  I grabbed a broom stick and on command I shoved it up his ass the same way he ripped mine.  We tied him upside down and let his blood drip on us as my master began to take over me.  I was his prize purchase and he proud that I could be a savage.  As my reward I did the final kill by snapping our little friend’s neck ass he bled out while master tasted this juicy cunt.

Snuff Sex in the Club

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Snuff sex is not what I was expecting. I was expecting bondage. It was an underground bondage club. That was what the ad said when it was announcing its big grand opening. The ad specially called for bondage whores  to come and explore their underground world. Submissive whores like me soon discovered the ads were just a rouse to lure prey there. I fell for it too. I was not the only one. I was in a room, suspended from an overhead beam when a man in an executioner’s mask walked in. I thought it was role play; master and servant kind of games. After I blew him, I found out bondage was the furthest thing from his mind. He pulled out a very menacing serrated blade. He made sure to tell me in graphic detail about all the pigs he has gutted with that blade. I was quivering. His voice was sinister. The look in his eyes told me that this was no role play game to him. I was right. He cut off my right nipple, then my left one. I was forced to chew on my own whore nipples. The torture sex did not stop there. Next up was both breasts. He cut them off like he was cutting of a chicken thigh to eat. I passed out from the pain and shock of seeing my own blood and flesh pooling beneath me. How dare I pass out. He punched me in the face, breaking my nose and jolting me awake. He skinned me alive. Tore the flesh off my body, slowly and deliberately to torture me. I heard screams and cries from all over. I knew this was no bondage club. This was one big snuff porn shoot, only it was not fake. I was not getting out of this club unless it was in a body bag.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Cemetery

Kidnapping phone sexI’d been swimming much of the day at the beach I’d found. I love the water, it makes me feel so peaceful. When I finally packed it in and started my journey on to the next town, whatever it may be, I headed west out of town. It wasn’t even a mile later that I came across an old cemetery. It looked like it hadn’t been visited in ages, with the grass starting to grow up over the tops of the headstones, except in one part. There was a group of headstones that had the grass all neatly trimmed. I stopped to explore, trying to figure out what was special about those graves. I guess it was a trap, because I’d hardly taken 3 steps in when I was snagged by a net that I hadn’t even known was there. Not a few minutes later, one of the graves shifted open, and a couple of guys walked up and out. They grinned down at me, fiving each other, before they lifted me up and started carrying me down into the grave. It was a deep tunnel, and it led a good distance, most of which I screamed and they laughed, before opening up into a massive chamber. There was a table of sorts, and they laid me on it. My legs hung off the one end, and my head hung off the other. They lifted my legs and shackled them to the table on either side, leaving my pussy open under the bikini bottom. They untied that, and shackled my arms to the legs of the table. One walked to the head of the table and told me I made too much noise as he shoved his hard dick into my mouth. He fucked my throat hard and deep, and I couldn’t breathe around him. I gasped for breaths as often as possible, trying to live as my pussy got plowed hard and deep by the other one. I hope like hell they don’t plan to keep me here…

Snuff Sex Whore Needs A Beat Down and Fuck

I’m such a worthless cunt I was telling the bartender at the strip club after I finished my set and grabbing a drink. I went on to tell him about the last Master I had, had really fucked me up. I was roughed up nightly and penetrated with various furry friend castrated and taxidermied schlongs. Most of them were super long and I swear that he punctured something as I get these shooting pains. It’s just not something I can go into a Doctor’s office and try explaining that story. I was pissing blood for a while even  and just don’t know what to do. I mean I can’t even fuck without excruciating pain.

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That was when his eyes suddenly lit up, he came around the bar so fucking quickly and yanked me out of the barstool telling me the stools weren’t for worthless cunts. He shoved my front up against the bar and yanked my panties down and thrust a long fat nigger cock in my cunt making me scream out in pain. As I screamed he shot me full of salty spunk causing me to go into severe shock.

Ass Rape Porn

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Ass rape porn is what I deserve. I knew my step son was not happy with me. He was spending the weekend with us and I went through all his blow. It was a risk I was willing to take. I knew it was a big risk too because his mood only goes from sadistic to more sadistic. To try to defuse his ire, I greeted him ass up with his favorite belt next to me. Not his favorite belt to wear, but his favorite belt to beat me with. “What have you done now whore,” he asked? Before I could get it all out, he took an educated guess knowing what an addict I am. He picked up the belt and started wailing on my ass and back. I felt like a slave being lynched for looking at a white woman twice. The first hit drew blood. The belt buckle hit my flesh just right. I felt blood run down my back as I struggled to fight back the tears. I can’t cry with my stepson. It makes him want to hurt me more. He saw the glimmer of tears in my eyes. He gave me an evil smile and said, “You know your pain makes my dick twitch, bitch” as he laid another one on me. He gave me what felt like another 50 lashes. My skin was split open on my ass and my back. Blood poured down me, puddling on the floor underneath me. I was clearly going to need medical attention. Before I could call a doctor, he had to fuck my ass. He was too turned on seeing what damage he had done to my body to think about getting me to a doctor. He fucked. My ass using my own blood as lube.  My stepson is a twisted fuck. Are you that sick too?

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Bloody Phone Sex

You kidnapped me and have been keeping me in your basement tied up. You’ve made me drink your piss and eat your shit to exist but now I’m starving and you are tired of having me around. You feed me my first real meal in weeks- canned dog food. What I didn’t know is that you filled that bowl up with GHB. The whole world gets dark but suddenly I wake up in pain. You’re cutting my cheek off with the top of the dog food can. I’m tied down and I can’t anything to stop it. You fuck what left of my mouth and cum deep down my throat- but you aren’t done yet! You beat me in the face with your fists and dick. A black eye isn’t anything compared what’s next for me. You cut off a piece of my tit and make watch you jack off with my flesh while I gasp for my last breath. Let’s get dark as hell to night- tell me your snuff fantasies!

Father Deserves To Die Today

Killer phone sexToday is Father’s Day and I must say, I fucking hate my Dad and he absolutely deserves to die today. My Master and I concocted a plan to get rid of him and I am really looking forward to following through with it! Throughout my life, my Daddy has always treated me like shit, abused and degraded me and it’s really shaped me into the evil young lady that I am today, a worthless cunt that’s a victim to it all. Master said that he wants lots of blood, the more blood that’s shed, the better! The way my Dad would molest and violate me all of my life has been repulsive. He put his hands on me all the time and he choked my Mom to death right in front of me when I was just a youngster. That is a vision that I will never be able to get out of my head! When Master and I devised our plan, we decided that we are going to break into his house later on this evening so that we can catch him off guard as he’s tired and winding down from his day of Father’s Day celebrations. Once Master and I break into his house, we are going to ambush him and attack him with butcher knives until we have him dead and beaten to a bloody pulp. I want him to look like a slaughtered pig by time we are finished with him. To literally add insult to injury, i’m going to carve a special message into his back. I’ll engrave Happy Father’s Day deep into his skin so that his rotting corpse can burn in hell with the prolific message on him for eternity!

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: Don’t Prank a Sadistic

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Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? We all have someone we want to slaughter. I have people I encounter daily that drive me to murder. I had this caller last week. I use the term caller loosely because he never paid for a call. He kept calling me baby and honey and saying stupid things like show me your tits baby and suck my cock. Do I looked like the kind of girl who wants to be called baby? Fuck no. So, let me iterate my stance. I am not your baby, honey or any cutesy name. I am only your mistress, your accomplice or your sadistic bitch. This little loser found out that I mean business. It’s called caller ID dumb fuck. He was not far from me, so I paid him a visit. It was worth the road trip to see his expression when I was standing over him with a big fat knife. He knew who I was. I was rather disappointed when I saw him. From his bravado on the phone, I honestly expected a grown ass man. He was a broke ass college boy who was goofing around on the phone. I hate broke guys. He was pleading with me to go. He apologized repeatedly. When he started talking about jacking off to me daily, I decided to castrate him. I know he is barely legal, but he was showing signs of being a sexual predator as a college boy. Most serial killers begin with antics like him. It was my duty to make sure he did not procreate in the future. He needed to learn respect for women.  I was doing a good deed by taking his balls. Its those balls that make guys unruly. Young men are slaves to their cock and balls. One clean cut and his balls were in my back pocket. The youngest balls I have ever taken, but it was well deserved.  I left him a bloody mess but I am confident I took away the cause of his bad behavior. Need some castration phone sex?

Smashed and tenderized

Castration phone sexCastration phone sex is one of my very favorite games. It just feeds my power as a female to rid the world of nasty balls. Scrotums. Nut sacs. Testicles. I I often hit the clubs looking for men who deserve to lose them.. Oh you men think you are so superior with your delicate little sacs. But one good kick or a stomp from these stiletto boots will render you useless and infertile forever. I enjoy the popping sound a teste makes when it’s squished like a grape.

So next time you are at a club, hitting on women and making those sexist bitch comments, better watch your ass. You might find me there in the background, watching and waiting. So easy to buy a man a drink and slip him a happy pill. Not enough to knock him out. Just makes him super happy and drunk acting. Of course I was there to lead you outside and into my car.

When you awoke, you were tied down with your nuts in a vice. I slowly tightened them until you moaned. “Kinky bitch, are you? I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll beg for mercy, you cunt.” I laughed. “Oh really, How are you going to do that with no cock or balls?” I saw the fear and I liked it. I tightened it some more until your nuts turned blue. “Who’s gonna be begging for mercy, fuckhead?”

I gave the vice a hard spin and you screamed like a girl. I took the scalpel and held it to your bloated sperm factories. One quick slash and they exploded, the testes bursting from their sacs like popcorn. “It won’t hurt too bad.” I stopped and took a drag from my cigarette, grinding it out on the head of your cock. As you screamed in pain, I rendered that final slash, forever severing your pathetic manhood. I almost finished you off then. but changed my mind. It would be so much more fun watching you go through life as a Ken Doll. Betcha won’t be talking shit to women any more….

 

 

Black Leather and Wet Flesh

Sadistic phone sex I didn’t make enough money tonight and my man was pissed. I walked up and down the Houston streets, but came home with $200 and that’s not enough to keep my man high all night long. When I came through the door and gave him the money he didn’t show his anger at first. He smiled, kissed my forehead, and told me to take a hot shower. Relief flowed through my body because I thought I was in the clear. I went upstairs and got in the shower. The hot water and soap erased the saliva and cum from the tricks that paid me for a good time. I closed my eyes and let the water cleanse my face…
But my man busted in the bathroom and grabbed me from the shower by my hair, pulling the shower curtain and rod from the wall. He dragged me to our bedroom and flung my body to the floor. He pulled a leather belt from the closet and wrapped it around his fist. I cried out and begged for forgiveness but he wasn’t hearing it. He hit my wet flesh over and over again. The pain was so bad that I blacked out eventually, but when I would wake up he would start whipping me again. When he finally stopped my body was covered in welts. I need to get out of this relationship but I can’t leave him.