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Bloody phone sex teen whore knows what you need

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex teen whore knows what you need. It’s not a complex deduction for me regarding my sadistic accomplices. You need it tight, raw, and for the blood to flow on your cock.  Let me tell you how in love with blood I really am. I’m talking about the first penetration of a sweet young virgin hole. I’m looking for a smear of blood on your cock.

I also enjoy a bit of blood on your dick after a sweet young boy or girl ass it’s ripped open for the very first time. But with my slice and dice any living being is always guaranteed a be a river of blood. Snuff phone sex that isn’t bloody really shouldn’t be considered snuff in the first place. I know I’m young but my daddy taught me all I need to know about murder and destruction. 

Snuff and blood just go together!

Secondly, you need to know that blood makes my little pussy flow! From the switch blade slice of a throat to the stabbing of some nice big titties, it’s a fucking smorgasbord! I even have some cannibalistic instincts inside of me.

You may thank my daddy for showing me an American horror story. I got so wet when one of the cannibals slice some thigh meat off of a bitch! But there’s some more to it than that. It’s soaking in a tub full of blood of your murder of victims. It’s a taste of blood out of a wine glass after Daddy has ripped your ass open and killed a young one in front of you.

Blood play gets my teen cunny off

What can I say molestation, physical destruction, and sweet blood-letting get me off! Can I stab you and suck your blood out of your cock? Or would it be better just to take a bite of you and swallow it whole? I think you  get really fucking hard as the blood smears all over my face and my little flat titties!

Castration Phone Sex Junkie Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex hurts. Especially, if you are trying it at home. You might be surprised how many men attempt to cut off their own balls and fail. Personally, I do not think it is something to attempt alone. Often, men hire me for such things. Men hire me to do all sorts of things like kidnap brats, torture enemies, kill exes and castrate losers. However, castrating losers tops the list of my favorite hobbies.

When Jim found my ad on the dark net, he was in bad shape. He managed to sever one testicle. However, he needed my help to finish his botched job. Men get drunk and begin to commiserate with themselves about their useless dicks and balls. Maybe their dicks lack length and girth. Or perhaps, they just suffer from chronic limp dick syndrome. Whatever the reason, I do not care. I love to castrate men. Because torture sex arouse me.

Some Men are So Stupid They Forget How to Breathe

I arrived at Jim’s place and found one of his nuts hanging on by a thread of flesh. He just could not bring himself to finish the job.  So, I strapped him to a chair with a couple leather belts. Then I ripped that nut off with my bare hand. Sure, he screamed in pain, but that was nothing compared to what I did next. Jim did not piss me off in any way. This castration was for profit not pleasure. Although any castration, I find it pleasurable, and the man finds painful.

I sawed off his remaining nut and quickly cauterized the wounds. Because his one nut had been severed the night before, it did not get cauterized quickly. So, his scars will be nasty and uneven. But at least his balls match now, LOL. Jim felt grateful that I did this for him. According to him, he’s shooting blanks and rarely gets hard. Now, he will never get hard again. To test things out, after he stopped bleeding, I fucked his ass. I love to peg a loser. I am a taboo phone sex bitch.

Want your nuts gone too? Not a problem for me. I am a castration junkie. I take men’s nuts for pleasure and profit.

Violent Phone Sex Scary Stuff

violent phone sex You wouldn’t think it could get so violent phone sex wise since you are on the phone.  However, I rememeber one of the first ones I did, I felt like I was there.  There were knives slashing throats, screams in high pitched horror begging for their lives that were about to come to an end at the hands of my caller.  He had a deep voice that demanded his victims listen and listen carefully.  If they didn’t, he would have no problem putting his hands around their necks.  He was evil and wouldn’t kill right away.  He had the timing down to choke them just before they went unconscious.  Let go some so they could breathe and let their guard down. Then again, he repeats. He gets a kick out of them thinking he’s going to let them live until suddenly, when you think he’s given up trying to snuff you out, you are choked until you don’t come back.

The evil giggle he let out after each one of the victims was gone.  The way he used the different knives to strategically cut them into pieces so they would be easier to get out of the house.  The way he put his finger in the blood after it started coming out and grinned from ear to ear saying “it’s like steak, well done.”

Dark, evil, twisted, and it’s just how I like it.  Come into this world of mine sometime, it’s sure to mess you up as much as it’s messed up me.

Bloody Phone Sex is My Game. Venus is My Name.

bloody phone sexVenus is my name. Bloody phone sex is my game. My favorite color is blood red. My fascination with blood goes back to my younger years when I saw an accident on my family’s farm. One of the workers fell off his tractor and it ran over his arm. My guess, I was knee high still. But my attraction to the site of blood was strong even then.

Now, I am a seasoned bloody pro. Rarely, do I kill some one quickly. I prefer long tortuous bloodletting. Call me a vampire of sorts. Although I do not drink blood in a glass or exsanguinate a body, I do enjoy bathing in warm blood. Witches believed that bathing in virgin blood extended their life tenfold. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin nowadays?

Luckily, I am a taboo phone whore with no age limits and an unhealthy disdain for young girls. Stupid, young things make my life hell. So, I have zero issues with kidnapping any young girl. Last night, I snatched a young one for my blood ritual. Some illegal immigrant brat no one will report missing because no one knows the girl exists. She resided in a town a few counties away. Never hunt in your own backyard.

Bloody Funtaboo phone sex

Those tender age girls bleed easily too. Her tiny body hung above me. I could smell her fear. Her cries and screams, I found arousing. I let her stew above me in fear to warm up that blood further. As I laid below her in an old steel bathtub, I masturbated to her fear. I used my large Damascus gut hook knife to spill her blood and guts all over me.

I should have prolonged her torture sex, but my need for her blood compelled me to kill her sooner than I would normally. As her virginal blood cascaded over my body, I came so hard. I felt her blood bring me more life. I laid there, enjoying her warm blood and entrails, until it was time to feed her carcass to my pack of hungry wolves that l share my land with. Those wolves are the best accomplices I could ever have in my life. They eat the evidence and keep all my deadly secrets.

Knife play phone sex teen Killer and Butcher

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex teen Killer and Butcher Harper the young Harpie has it out for some blonde whores. Fun fact A Harpy is a violent hel hound of Zeus. These hot summer months have me aching for a cool bloody mary with real blood.  And as the vicious Karma-giving little evil bitch I am, I know where I’m going to get my blood from!

 But my anger during the heat has got the best of me. I’m so pale when I go outside the sun scorches my vampire-like skin. And I was cheated on and Now I must right a wrong in my bloody way! So much anger bubbled up inside of me as I lost my boyfriend to some whore he met online.  I decided said bitch needed to be hunted and cut up and disposed of.  But first, she will fuck her cunt with my sharpest blade. Yep, the one that I will dismember her with! 

Knife play phone sex teen Killer and Butcher

Blood-soaked Mutilation phone sex with a Snuff whore! I guess you could say I am your predatory young cunt who needs to chop and slice a bicth who did her wrong. And that guy will never become a man, I’ll cut his balls off and eat them for dinner. Walking around never able to get it up, seems like a fitting punishment for his crimes.

Slit My Throat

Bloody Phone Sex

Slit my throat while you force fuck my tight ass. Bloody phone sex should always leave me soaking wet. Whether that’s from my dripping wet gash or a gushing wound is in your hands. I know that a lot of evil fucks like you love the chase. Hunting your sweet and innocent, but very deserving rey. You like the chase, and the struggle. The blood and adrenaline rushing through your body with everything.

Men wanting to hunt is natural, but the sickest of you are the ones that aren’t looking for the chase at all. You just want to watch the way the light drains from my eyes as I take my last breath. Snuff movies aren’t enough to fufill that blood lust anymore. You need to have a life in your hand. My life. You want to press a knife to a slut’s neck and watch her bleed.

I’ll submit to your blade willingly. Broken and begging instead of fierce and fighting. A sharp knife looks so pretty pressed against my throat. I’ll cry and beg you to stop. To slow down. To please let me go with my life. I promise I will give you whatever you want. Knowing you can end my life at a moment’s notice makes each stroke so much more satisfying. The fear in my eyes, the tears, and the blood sliding down my chest to my heart is what finally pushes you over the edge.

You slide your cock into me for the last time, and the knife cuts me from ear to ear at the same time. Your cum shoots deep into me as I thrash around you. My hands reaching for my throat as I gurgle and try to scream. You completely drain your balls as my blood is drained from my body.

Knife Play Phone Sex Fantasies with a Woman Prone to Violence

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex allows me to control the narrative. I have knives always strapped to my body. Even when I sleep, I am armed. A woman like me has lots of enemies. Plus, I am easily annoyed. Never know when I might have a violent outbreak. A doctor told me when I was just a schoolgirl that I was prone to violent outbursts.

Although I do have an impulse disorder, I have since learned to control it. Mostly, that is. My car broke down on the highway yesterday. I did something I never do. I relied on the kindness of strangers. A college girl picked me up. Initially, I thought about just walking to town. But that was a ten-mile walk in the dark and the rain. I’ve seen one too many snuff movies to make that a viable option.

I figured a coed was no match for me. However, she would not shut up. Sure, I should have been grateful. I was grateful. But I wanted quiet for the drive to town. What should not take more than 30 minutes in a car, seemed like 30 years because of the company. You would have liked her. Pretty, blonde and fit. Just annoying as fuck. But annoying as fuck still fucks the same.

Killing Bitches is More Fun with an Accomplice

I killed her. We were not far from town, but her voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard. She asked me too many questions. She could not read cues. I stabbed her while she was driving in the rain on a dark and winding road. I am a quick thinking though. She weighed about 100 pounds if that. I tossed her in the backseat, stole her car and drove to my cabin in the woods.

Although she was not dead yet, she was going to wish she had died in her car. I texted a friend to meet me. Not really a friend. Just a sadistic fuck like me. I knew he would appreciate force fucking a coed. You would too, I bet. I made him my accomplice, but he did not mind because he got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a young teen girl.

I enjoyed watching him fuck every hole she had. He even fucked her after she was dead. I used the knife I stabbed her with to carve her up for the coyotes. My accomplice drove me back to my car in her car, and we left her car on the side of the road. We wiped down all our prints. No one will know whatever happened to that cute coed.

Perhaps, you think if I had never hitched a ride, that girl would still be alive. I guess so. But, if I had not accepted her ride into town, my friend never would have fucked her tight teen holes. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Bloody Phone Sex Makes Quite The Cleanup

bloody phone sex

From the latest bloody phone sex call, a true story.  Walking in the apartment, I saw the blood from the steps. Little spatter and footprints leading away from house. I had a horrible feeling as I approached to see the door cracked and blood oozing down the first hallway and piled up at the ledge of the door.

Next, as I entered deeper in the house, my shoes encountering so many puddles of blood that it sounded like  walking outside during a rainstorm sloshing around in rain puddles.  I knew my footprints were tracking it even worse in the blood filled house, making a bigger mess than currently was there, but I truly didn’t care one bit.  I wanted to get to my loved ones.

I saw the house had nothing on but black lights. On the TV was a satanist movie playing on repeat.  Music eerily played from upstairs bedroom.

I started seeing body parts scattered throughout the house at random.  I saw the hand of my loved one who I could only identify by her wedding ring.  I picked it up expecting it to be warm but it was cold and very stiff.  I next saw the foot of a woman I only knew by the painted toes.  I saw a leg close by after that with part of a dildo stuck to it.  I walked up the stairs and saw on the computer screen, a montage of photos playing that basically played out the murders of these people in this house.

In still pictures, one by one, I saw them cut up with a knife, cut up into pieces once deceased, raped after they were gone even.  Finally, to top it off, I watched these men squirt cum from their rock hard dicks jacking off over the dead bodies.

It was something out of a nightmare or one crazy knife play phone sex call.  Can you top that?

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex will cure all your ails even those that you don’t know about. I have so many toys that I play with and they will make you hard. Finding just right victim. Stalking them. Found a nice succulent compact whore. Watch me as I heat a long copper rod, the tip red hot, sitting in the fire.  Roll it right over her pussy lips. Smell the pussy hair burning, singing. Mmm…yes scream. 

The more she screams the hotter I get. Snuggling it between her pussy lips. Searing her clit. Making you hard and me wet. Dripping onto my leg. Take the copper pipe, that is good. Hold it steady as I heat it with a blow torch. Lower it, I want the blow torch to sear her skin. Distorting it. 

Holding it closer to her nipples. Screams filling the air. Fuck me. Take me. Right on her. Her screams are driving me wild. Dropping the copper pipe on her breasts. Rolling burning, skin smoldering. You need to fuck me as I torture more screams from her. Hence making me wetter, hotter. 

Killer phone sex with a punching bag

killer phone sex

I’m the punching bag to my hot master and all his friends. I am the first to admit I’m not a beauty and not easy on the eyes. You ever see someone so ugly you want to punch them? Forr you to be in this sit,e you must have some violent tendencies and might gravitate to killer phone sex. The kind of phone fun that has me begging for my life. At the same time, you fantasize about all your depraved fantasies with a smile on your face while you’re jerking that cock of yours, enjoying my hot voice and then making feel torture telling me to pinch my nipples hard and imagine you doing so while you also spit in my face. Choke me out as my master does in front of all his friends. He likes to degrade me, and so do you. I’m only a piece of meat, and I deserve to die!