It was a bloody phone sex Friday night. I decided to sacrifice a virgin and drink her blood. Have you ever seen the horror flick, Hostel 2? It is my favorite movie because the women are bad ass in this movie. The main girl is supposed to be the victim, but she is not having any of that shit. The opening scene, I masturbate often while watching. Let me describe the scene. This woman buys a girl to kill. She has the young gal strung up above her. The woman is naked underneath her in a huge tub. She uses sharp blades to slice the kidnapped girl in all the right spots, so she bleeds out onto her body. She is basking in the red sticky blood covering her naked body. It was a movie that inspired me. I must do it a little differently. Last night, I kidnapped a brat who was out way too late playing hopscotch. If I had been her mother, I never would have let her be outside alone playing so late at night. I know evil folks lurk in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to make a snuff porn with such a young star. I saw my chance and I took it. Snatched her right in front of her house like something you see in a Lifetime movie. I drugged her and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. I sliced her tender flesh and draped her over the side tub so she would exsanguinate into it. I felt her warm sticky blood wash over me and I started masturbating. I used the last few drops in her tiny body to fill my wine glass. Then I toasted to her new life; well, her new afterlife. I love the blood of tender age cunts. I think it is the secret to looking so much younger than I really am.
Category: Medical fetish phone sex
Friday Nights are Bloody Phone Sex Fun
Ass Rape Porn for Coke Money
He wanted an ass rape porn star. A bitch who would take whatever he put in her ass with a smile. He promised me money for an hour with my ass. I thought to myself, “How much damage could he do to my ass in an hour?” I do not know when I will learn. Honestly, I never learn. Promises of coke or money to get coke always makes me throw caution to the wind. Things started out okay. Him and a friend did lines of coke and double penetrated my asshole. I have had more cocks in my ass at once. Bigger cocks too. I grunted, and grimaced because I wanted them to think it was uncomfortable. Men love it when you act like their cock is the biggest you have ever had in one of your fuck holes. The more coke they did, the more fucked up their thinking got too. One of the guys grabbed a baseball bat and the other one grabbed a wine bottle. Using only their cum as lube, they double penetrated me with objects. Now, I was not faking or pretending anything. I was in pain. I hurt. I was trying to focus on the money I was promised, but this was no longer some hardcore anal porn. It was anal torture sex. They wanted to prolapse my ass. They wanted to gape my ass. They wanted to see me cry. I begged for mercy. I pleaded with them to just nut and let me be. I hurt more than I anticipated. I bled more than I expected too. I thought they were done after they came sodomizing me with objects. Turns out they were having so much fun, they extended another hour. More anal torture with cocks and objects. That last hour seemed like an eternity. Surprisingly, they paid me. Even paid me double what was agreed upon because they doubled their time. I guess it was worth it to have coke money again.
Snuff Sex Makes America Great Again
Snuff sex is the only kind of sex I have nowadays. I find even less use for men, people in general with this fucking plague. People are idiots. Men bitching about a haircut, talking about all lives matter, bitching about wearing a mask and complaining about food name changes and statutes being removed and no more rebel flag at Nascar events. I mean why the fuck do they care? Half these idiots are fat old white guys who do not live in the deep south and could not even tell you who the fucking statute is and what that person contributed to history. To me, no white male lives matter at all. All I must do is go on social media and find a jackass with a death wish. I found Bubba. No shit his name was Bubba. He lives a few counties over in a trail park. Poster boy for birth control. Missing some teeth. Big old beer gut yet he had some stupid memes fat shaming chicks on his wall. There was a picture with him in a Confederate flag shirt next to his Ford truck with big old truck balls. He was wearing his Making America Great Again red ball cap and drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer I heard banjo music just looking at him. No way Bubba represents anything great about this country. I decided he needed something more than castration phone sex. I cat fished him. Had him meet me in a no tell motel for a kinky tryst. Like he could get a girl like me, let alone the girl in the picture I cat fished him with. Bubba was so dumb he just thought he was getting two chicks. I drugged him and he hit the floor with a big thud. Bubba lost his balls and his dick. I went Lorena Bobbitt on Bubba because all lives do not matter. And there does not need to be more Bubbas in the world. He screamed bloody murder. I shoved his dick and his balls in his mouth. And I put his Make America Great Again hat over his mutilated sex organs. Normally, I never call 911, but I wanted Bubba to live. I wanted him to know there is a cost to his free speech and sexism. Fat fuck will hopefully learn a lesson. Just for shits and giggles, I carved Black Lives Matter and Trans Rights on his chest. I know that will just annoy the shit out of him.
Torture Sex Doll Mutilated
When you have the reputation for being a torture sex doll, men do not feel the need to hold back their thoughts. I was looking fine last night. I went clubbing with girlfriends. It was weird to be in this bar at half capacity. I am used to wall to wall people. One the one hand it was easier to get a drink and I could hear people talking. On the other hand, there were not as many men to choose from. This one handsome older gentleman spotted me and wanted to talk. He bought me drinks, but he must have drugged them, because I ended up naked and spread eagle on some dingy bed. I had no clue where I was. He was standing over me with a big knife and an evil grin. He spouted off about me snubbing him a few months ago when I had my pick of the liter. He informed me he knew I was a snuff porn whore because he had seen my pictures online. He did not think a whore like me had any business snubbing him. Now, I was paying for a crime I had no clue I committed. I did not remember him. He carved his initials in my belly with the knife and whore on my arm. As I bled, he got hard. I used to be a cutter, so I can handle some pain, but what he did with the knife next was beyond any kind of pain I could handle. He fucked my cunt with a knife while hurling insults my way. I could feel my insides coming out in a way they are never meant to come out. I thought he was done, but he wanted to fuck my bloody ruined cunt. He shot his load in me and laughed that he did not need a condom because he made sure I could never get pregnant. He permanently disfigured my pussy.
Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasy
Do you have a medical fetish phone sex fantasy? I cannot believe I am saying this, but I want to be your victim for it. Some of you can go wicked dark on me too. I love a good fantasy, but I am a pain slut too. I like some torture. Pain is how I cum best, but too much pain and I cannot have an orgasm. That may surprise some of you, but that is how it is for a slave. Too much of a bad thing lol. I hooked up with this guy named Harold last week. I have not fucked since. That is some sort of record for me. Let me tell you the story. Harold, I know from the BDSM circuit. He is a master and a photographer. He has done many of my fetish shoots over the years. He was in town scouting some new talent and asked if I wanted to hook up. We text and stay in touch on social media, but we have never fucked. He prefers young girls. The kind that could get him arrested. I went to his Air B and B and was surprised to see a teen girl with him. At first, I thought I was going to help break the little bitch in, but that was not the case. He was training her to punish and torture used up old whores as he put it. Before the light bulb went off in my head, they jumped me and tied me up. The young girl stripped me naked and started using a taser security guards use on my girl parts. My pussy was tased. My tits were tased too. I pissed myself. I could smell and feel my flesh burning. Harold never touched me. Just his cum did. He shot a load of jizz on my mutilated girl parts and then high fived his protégé. I never saw it coming the torture sex of my girl parts. Now, I am healing until I let my guard down the next time.
Destruction In The Hospital
I let myself in the morgue with the keycard I had swiped from you. On text in front of a dead body and you knew your medical phone sex fantasies just got real. I unzipped your daughter’s body bag after I pulled her out of the freezer. Did you do this to her? Were you the reason she lay cold and stiff on this slab? Her pussy was mangled, and I knew that someone had forced a cock way to big inside her. But on second thought this happened after she was dead. I laughed and it echoed off the morgue walls, You couldn’t fuck her in life but you sure got that pussy the second she arrived down here for you. I begin looking for other young ones and discovered sloppy stitch jobs on cunts and asses. Even an old lady and other women had been penetrated after death. You are one sick bastard! I love it. I grabbed a scalpel off the table and sliced your daughters little clitty off. I added a piece of her heart after I found the chest spreader. I was making you a voodoo box of her so you could always have a piece of her near you after a long day’s work of sex with dead bodies!
Necrophilia at its finest you sick fuck! But my cunt is wet and ready for you all over again.
Castration Phone Sex: Don’t Fuck with the Wrong Bitch
Castration phone sex desires are stronger in me the longer I am being told to shelter in place. I am a gypsy. I am used to being out hunting for a fix. A fix for me is killing someone. I have always practiced social distancing expect maybe when I am plunging a knife into someone or I am taking off a pair of worthless nuts. Last night, I wore my skeleton face mask to castrate a complete loser. He is an Internet stalker. Been harassing me for months. I had computer issues awhile back. When you look at as much snuff porn as I do, you pick up viruses. This Geek Squad loser had access to my computer to fix it and he ended up stalking me. Lucky me, he likes Goth girls who hate everyone. I tried everything to get him out of my computer, but he was holding me virtually hostage. I agreed to meet with him. He fucked with the wrong bitch. He needed neutered. The virus worked in my favor because we cannot meet in bars and restaurants. He was going to cook us a romantic meal. Barf. I played the part, but I spiked his beer. Until he was incapacitated, it was hard to hide my bitch face and act like I was into this loser. Once he was out, I stripped him naked and tied him up, so he could not escape. Too bad he was a creepy as fuck stalker and an internet hostage taker, he had a decent sized cock. But no way I was fucking a man who thought he could force me into dating him. That is a Life Time Movie in the making and I am NOT the Lifetime Movie type. When he woke up, he was shocked to see me in control. I let him know this was his fault. His actions alone led to his castration. I cut his balls right off with one swipe of the rusty serrated blade. He screamed like a bitch. I picked his balls up off the floor and shoved them in his mouth. I was laughing loudly. I left him to bleed all over the floor. If he survives, he will have learned to fuck with me and he will never orgasm again.
Torture Phone Sex is Therapeutic
We could all use a little torture phone sex right now. Inflicting pain is therapeutic. Let us hunt for a victim that we can work our anger issues out on together. The world is full of useless cunts and pricks. Hell, you may be one of them. I met this guy at the grocery store. Meet is too strong of a word. He was all up in my personal space with no mask. He tried to hit on me. Got right up in my face like there is no pandemic and gave me a lame come on. I told him to back off and tried to kiss me. The mother fucker tried to kiss me. For a quick moment, I thought about gutting him like a pig in aisle 7. I wanted this mother fucker dead. Natural selection would kill him sooner or later, but I wanted to speed up the process. I followed him out to the parking lot and gave him my address. The look on his face was priceless. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth girl. Nope. He was getting sliced and diced. He was getting torture sex. I drugged his whisky and while he was passed out, I dragged his body onto a sheet of plastic. I did not want his blood on my floors. Normally, I kill and maim in my cabin in the woods, but these are not normal times. I was impulsive, which I never am, but this asshole needed taught a lesson. I did not kill him. I castrated him. I took his nuts. I used a rusty blade and I waited before I cauterized the wound. He bled like a stuck pig. He was awake for it thankfully. I like to torture when my victim can feel it. I am a sick bitch. I had him tied down, so he would not escape. I neutered the bastard. Just like I will neuter you if you come at me like a dog in heat. Castration phone sex is my favorite hobby.
Taboo Phone Sex Anal Whore
Being a taboo phone sex whore confined to home has been brutal. My stepson has been renting out my holes to his friends. He was laid off from his job. His unemployment was held up, but with his red-headed step mommy at home, he has a way to make money still. Good for him. Bad for me. Very bad for me. Last night he had invited 6 guys over. They partied and I was the party favor. Not my idea of a fun night. My ass was full of cock and fists. It was full of cum and piss too. They got high and played spin the bottle on the whore. Whomever the bottle landed on, he got to do whatever he wanted to me. It meant it was his turn to use me. They all thought I was an ass rape porn star. Why younger guys are obsessed with my ass is a mystery, but they are. I know I am an anal sex whore. I can take big things up my shit box, but my stepson and his friends have one mission in life it seems. And that is to ruin my asshole. Once they prolapsed my ass hole, they put a hair tie around my bulging anus. One of the guys went into the bathroom and came back with an Icy Hot stick. He rubbed it all over my asshole that was inside out. I screamed bloody murder. It burned. It felt like they sprinkled acid on my prolapsed ass. They laughed while I cried. I do not cry much. I have a high pain threshold. They surpassed it because they are sadistic boys with no compassion for me or anyone. Fucking little bastards used me for hours until they passed out. I untied myself and tried to push my ass back inside. It will be awhile before I can sit or shit again.
Sex with Dead Bodies
Sex with dead bodies is safer right now. Think about it. A dead body cannot cough or sneeze. I prefer stiffs any day, even before this virus. Too many stupid men. Sure, I might see a good looking man with a big cock, but he speaks and ruins it. This week I had some moron call me for a forced fuck call. I asked him if he wanted to be castrated and the loser was like well, I guess I just wasted money. Yeah, mother fucker, you did. That is what happens when you do not read. I am a sadistic. No one fucks me against my will. No one fucks me who I do not want to fuck me ever. The two men in my life who tried to take what did not belong to them ended up not only meeting my inner Lorena Bobbitt, but they ended up dickless stiffs in the morgue too. I do not mess around and I do not compromise. I am not a people pleaser. I am not here for you. You are here for me. Men just fuck everything up, so when I am horny and yes, I get horny, just not as often as most women, I go to the morgue. I find a fresh hung cadaver, hop on and take a ride. The dick is stiff, the body is warm, and the mouth is shut. I have been known to kill a man just to fuck him because he said something that made me kill him. I am not a tolerant person. I am not a warm fuzzy person either. I do not need romance. On rare occasions, I need a stiff dick. It just does not matter to me if that cock is attached to a breathing body or not. Just remember, if you are stupid enough to try to explore your rape phone sex fantasies with me as your victim, you will at the least lose your dick, but you will most likely end up dead. Some of the best cocks in my life have been attached to dead bodies.