Category: Killer phone sex

The choking game

torture sexI have gotten into the choking game recently. I like having my guy fuck me hard and choke me and make me pass out. It gives me a high. This past Friday he took it to a different level. I thought I was going to completely give out and he was going to end up fucking my cold dead body. I know deep down inside he has had fantasies of fucking my lifeless body and when he was choking me I could of sworn thats what was going to happen. I really believed I was going give out and then he was going to fuck me till he had his fun. I woke up from a euphoric state. I came so hard and passed out at the same time I was out for what felt like an eternity. It was such an intense feeling and It made me feel like fuck slut. I wanted to keep going and never stop. I know I am playing with fire but I love getting burned.

Slash For Cash

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You find’em and I’ll grind’em. Ha!  Do you know there are a lot of Step Parents out there who absolutely hate their new Partner’s offspring? I shit you not my friends.  Some of those feelings go well beyond hate.  They detest them, the mere sight of them makes them want to throw up.  I would imagine Rage Step-Parenting wouldn’t be a great thing for the newly married couple.  Might dampen some of that marital bliss I would think. Luckily for those Steps the Goddess has seen fit to put someone like me onto this shit hole of a planet.

You see, I can make those little pests just go away.  Because of the nature of disposal there is always a fee involved.  I don’t care what age, what they look like, what they sound like, or anything like that.  As long as I get paid I do not care. Picking them up at their own home isn’t a problem, I’m like a Death Uber or some shit.  The Step-Parent brings them right out and puts those little fuckers right into my car.  How convenient is that? 

All I do is drive away to a nice secluded place.  Of course the little shits are always confused as fuck but that’s okay, they won’t be confused for very long.  They won’t be much of anything for very long.  Sometimes I like to play with them for awhile.  Cut them, burn them, brand them, stab at them, anything to make them scream.  Other times I have shit to do so I just slit their throats then toss them some place to rot.  

The best part of all this is when I see the news reports with the parents begging for the person who took their brat to bring them home.  The tears, the sobbing, the utter fucking lie.  Motherfuckers are god damned Sociopathic.  It makes me laugh.  All that fucking acting.  In the end though, it will just become a memory and once a year there will be some sort of vigil or some shit for the poor lost one.  I go to those damn things.  It always gives me a little thrill for the Step-Parent to see me again.  I think it makes them nervous, which it so fucking should, because I am privy to the biggest secret of their lives. 

Torture Sex Death Sentence

torture sexTorture sex death was my punishment. I committed treason and was sentenced to a new age prison where they were experimenting with new death row techniques. I thought I had more time when the warden showed up. He stripped me off my rank and clothes. I was humiliated standing before him naked and pleading for my life. I wanted a second chance, but he dragged me to the courtyard where others were waiting to watch my demise. He injected me with nanomittes designed to kill me when I had an orgasm. They are these microscopic robots that can be programmed to do just about anything, including killing a woman the moment she cums by stopping her heart in a very painful way. Honestly, when he injected me, I thought it was bullshit. Some scare tactic to humiliate and instill fear. My life was over quickly soon thereafter. I am a pain slut. No matter what they did to hurt me, I got wet. Lashes with a whip, electric shocks up my ass…just made me wetter, which caused pain in my chest. I cum easily with pain, so no matter how hard I tried to fight, I knew my snuff porn nightmare would be over soon. When the warden went straight to my pussy with this huge ass industrial looking vibrator, I knew I was dead. I struggled, tried to think of something else, but in the end, I am a dirty nasty whore. Even facing my death, I was cumming. What the fuck is wrong with me? I deserved to die.

A Mother’s Damage

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Where does it all being? With your Mother of course.  Sigmund Freud was right about a lot of things.  A Mother’s love can be a wonderful thing, but sometimes a Mother’s love can fuck you in the head so badly you turn into one of the most deviant fucks of all time.  Aren’t Mother’s great?!?! I don’t have any cuntlings of my own.  I don’t want any either, can you imagine a little me running around? Fuck no.  I mean, I guess I could teach them how to be like me, which might be fun, but all that other bullshit that goes along with it? That’s a huge Nope.

I have a friend who we all call “Sausage”.  Is it because he has a big dick? Nope. It is the opposite in fact.  He is messed up and seriously crazy. Dude has been in mental institutions for crimes before.  He can be pretty fun to hang out with once in a while.  I met Sausage at a party, he was in the corner all alone, drinking straight from a vodka bottle.  I sat down next to him, and when he turned to look at me I could tell he was way off.  He was motherfucking creepy.  I even told him that to which he replied, “You have no idea.” Then he handed me the bottle.  I got to know him and he would tell me the many fucked up things his Mother would do to him from when he was young.  He hated her.

Once in a while he would ask me if I would show him my tits.  I would, didn’t bother me in the least.  He would sometimes suck on them, but he never did anything else.  He didn’t try to dry hump me, or rub on his tiny dick, he would just suck on them and close his eyes.  Then after a few minutes we would go back to drinking and talking.

Then the day came when he went into great detail about his Mother’s death.  Turns out Sausage killed his Mother.  It wasn’t just a quick shot to the head type of deal either.  The man took his time.  She used to bite his cock and balls when he was tiny, so the first thing he did to her was to pull out her teeth.  Had her tied up and pulled out her fucking teeth, one at a time.  Do you realize how long that would take to do that, and the strength that would involve? Then he moved to her tongue, used some sort of garden snips or something like that.  He said he shoved her own tongue up her ass. He mutilated that bitch. This went on and on, until finally he couldn’t keep her alive anymore so he tossed her at the dump.  

He told me that when he was sent to the mental hospital for killing her he was happy.  For the first time in his life he was truly happy.  The only thing he didn’t touch on her body were her tits.  He said because they were too perfect to harm.  That is why he wants to see my tits some times, because mine remind him of his Mother’s.  I don’t care of course, as long as he doesn’t end up shoving my own tongue up my own ass, everything is good.

He Made It Happen

 He was just another useless grunt at the bike shop and would not stop yapping about his need for pussy and for how much pussy he had or pussy this tits that and I was over his dumb ass. I decided to pull him into the office for the ride of his life… or is it death? Nevermind all that, just know that I gave him some fucking torture sex pussy that he would never forget. I am a sadist and as I rode that cock I beat the living hell out of him. I scratched him til he bled I fucking slapped and punched him and followed that up with some near death strangulation. I didn’t want him to live and he totally had this coming. I left this fucker to die with blood everywhere as I stabbed him as I rode his cock and made sure to really have him bleed out. It was exhilarating.

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Having Some Fun with Indigo

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Everyone thinks it’s so fun to torture my sexy little teen body, but what happens when I finally get the opportunity to be the torturer?  What happens when I finally blossom into the living dead girl I have always wanted to be?  A huge thank you goes to Indigo, for showing me the murderous bitch I really am.  I had gotten myself into one of those situations again, where I was a damsel in distress.  I was cornered in an alley by some drunk man, and Indigo came from behind him with a dingy rag.  Within seconds he was laying on the ground, out like a light.  She told me she helped me because I reminded her of herself, big tits and one hell of an attitude.  She asked if I wanted to have some fun with the dirt bag, and I was so in.  I helped her drag his limp body too and from the car.  We had him in a secluded cabin in the woods.  She told me normally she likes to do the torturing herself, but this time she would settle for watching.  I chained him up spread eagle, I wanted to wait until he woke up, but Indigo really wanted to get her hand on him.  He woke up the her carving a permanent smile on to his smug face.  Watching someone else cry and scream in agony was such a turn on!  Then it was my turn.  I grabbed the dullest knife Indigo had, and began sawing off his tiny little cock.  By the time I was done with that Indigo had enough of his screaming, and ripped out his tongue with a pair of pliers.  I went around to the back, and decided that his asshole needed to be a little bigger.  It felt so good watching the knife tear through his flesh, making his ass gape wide open.  I shoved his limp, bloody, stump of a cock into his newly extended ass hole.  Indigo was kind enough to teach me how to sew, his ass shut that is.  Then we slit his throat, and fucked in his pool of blood.  Biggest orgasm I have ever had!

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Evil Babysitting Phone Sex

babysitter phone sexI hate babysitting, but evil babysitter phone sex calls are among my favorite. Sometimes I take sitter jobs to have easy access too little sluts for friends, other times it just for my own perverse pleasure. Last night was the later. I took a gig because I hate the girl’s parents. I was checking out babysitting ads and I saw the photo of the parents. They have an older daughter; she is a bitch I went to high school with and her parents bailed her out of trouble repeatedly for her mean girl antics. This girl was likely adopted because the mother is past her prime, unless she used fertility drugs. I have a fake id for babysitting and I can transform from Goth punk to girl next door with makeup and hair dye. I sat for the angel the other night. She was a polite girl, but still a privileged princess with bitch parents and an evil older sister. She was just collateral damage.  I drugged her up and started a live stream of Anika’s Abuse.  Guys were paying me to be her BTK killer. Bind, torture, kill. A few of my favorite words. I bound her legs and her arms like one guy wanted. I fisted her ass and cunt like a few others paid to see. I wrote whore in lipstick on her face like another guy wanted. I even fucker her pussy with a Barbie doll. Anika was like a rag doll, all floppy and shit from the special cocktail I made her. She might remember some shit, but it would make no sense the next day. One guy offered me a ton of money to kill her, but that was too risky. I sexually abused the little girl and made a profit. Now, I am happy to kill a little whore with you. Just needs to be a random girl that won’t trace back to me. Killer phone sex is so much fun.

What Some Candy Little Bitch?

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So many juicy little cunts out there, so little time to fuck with them.  What is it with them and candy? How utterly stupid can you be to put yourself in danger over some fucking candy? It happens, a lot more than what you may think.  It makes for easy pickings.  The trick to it working is that you can’t look like a fucking weirdo, or creeper when offering.  Plus, you never approach, you let them come to you. I’ll give you a for instance …

I was waiting for my bus when I pulled out some hard candy.  I wasn’t thinking anything of it.  I noticed a little one with their Mother watching me.  I smiled, they smiled back.  I saw the Mom look at me and I said, “I think they want a piece of my candy.”  The Mom and I made some small talk then she let me give the little snot a piece.  Then the Mom’s phone rang, you know how people get when they are on their phones, they pay no attention. I started talking to the sticky faced shit seated next to me.  The whole time the Mom never looked back at us.  I waited for about ten minutes then I did what any self respecting twisted deviant minded woman would do.  I asked “Miss Sticky Face” if she wanted more candy.

You should of seen the look on her face.  It was pure joy, and I couldn’t wait to smash it off that tiny head of hers.  I put my hand out, she took it.  As we made our way around the corner the Mom was still on the phone, laughing.  I wondered if she would be laughing that hard when the newspapers reported finding the mangled body of her little bitch.

I don’t fuck with broke bitches

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I enjoy snuff sex because I’m a super dominant bitch. When I agreed to go on a date with this guy who wouldn’t stop flashing his amex and his fancy things at me I thought I could fuck him and get some coins from him and toss him away like a stupid worthless toy. When I realized I could make him my sissy slut I thought that would be so much better. I ended up accepting his millionth invite. When we got to the restaurant after ordering and getting thru what felt like forever, I anxiously awaited for him to pay the bill. When the waitress made her way back she said the card didn’t go thru and was cancelled. I should of known he was probably using his mommy and daddies money. I was beyond furious and decided the best way to get back at him would be to take him to my place. I footed the bill and brought the dweeb back to my house. When we got to my place I didn’t hesitate to sissified the idiot. I dressed him up and invited some friends over to use his man pussy. He wasn’t man enough for me and he should of known I don’t fuck with broke bitches.

College Ass Rape Porn

I literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into my college interview, and I have the scars all over my tits to prove it. I knew I should have just applied to a community college, but instead I wanted to go to an Ivy league school. The thing about Ivy league schools is that they have enough money and power to get away with murder. I always thought that was just an expression, but I guess not. I got all dressed up for my interview, and headed there early. The walls inside the building were so thick that they had to be sound proof. I found my way to the office, and was ushered into the dean of admissions office. The door was heavy, and locked behind me. There was plastic covering the floor, and the dean explained that they were painting his office. There was two other girls sitting at his desk, and he explained that this wouldn’t be a one on one interview. After all of us answering a few questions, the dean told us only one of us would get in, and only one of us would leave there alive. He instructed us to strip, and told us anyone that wouldn’t listen would be shot. Me and one of the other girls started stripping, but the other girl just started whining. He shot her in the head, splattering her blood all over me and the other girl. Once we were naked, he slapped two knives on the desk, and told us we were to fight to the death. Finally all of the abuse I have gone through actually paid off. We sliced and diced at each other, but eventually I got tired of our back and forth dance. I slit her throat, bathing myself in her blood. The dean grabbed me by my hair, and bent me over the dead bodies. He violated my tight teen ass right on top of their corpses. He made me clean up and get dressed. Then we filled out my admissions form, and I left. I got into an Ivy league school!

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