What I love about Evil phone sex is how I can talk to someone who doesn’t judge my fascination with dead. In fact they enjoy having a willing victim to inflict their dark fantasies on. I do truly get off on pain and wicked ideas. The more wrong it feels the stronger my pleasure. I never shy away from a devious partner in crime, but I’m always going to wish your torture be inflicted on just me. I only wish to be your disposable toy. Will you come and play with me? Should we explore your dark desires together? I really think we should. Just imagine me tied down my whole body exposed for you do anything you wish. You don’t have to hold back, you can unleash that monster inside you clawing to get out.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Your Sinister Desires
Pretty Little Liar
Nothing ever works out for me, and I am so sick of being used and abused. That’s why after all the prepping, tonight will be the night I finally run away from my foster family. I packed a bag full of food, clothes, and all the money in the house. I could do this I may be a cheerleader, but I am not dumb. So that I wouldn’t be seen, I wore a black hoodie and black jeans. My foster parents house is at the edge of the woods. The way I see it I have 2 options, go into town and risk someone catching me, or make my way through the woods and risk getting eaten by a bear. I took my chances with the woods. I used my phones flashlight covering it with my finger, so that it wouldn’t draw attention. After about an hour of quietly making my way through the woods, my phone goes dead, and I am left in complete darkness. I keep going though, I need to put distance between me and my foster parents house. I stumble through the woods in complete darkness, until I fall into a clearing. In the clearing there’s a little cabin and a barn. I weigh my options, and decide to break into the barn and sleep there. Before I can make my way over to the barn the cabin door opens, and a tall man steps out. He asks me what I am doing on his property, and I quickly make up a story. I tell him I was camping in the woods and got lost. He calls me out on my shit right away, he calls me a pretty little liar. He tells me my story is bullshit for a few reasons, one it’s a school night, two camping isn’t allowed in these woods, and three I have a cheerleading duffel bag. He tells me he thinks I am running away, and I admit he is right. He tells me I can sleep in the barn for the night, but then he wants me gone. He unlocks the barn door and shows me around. I find it odd that there isn’t any animals in the barn. Then, I hear it behind me, him loading his shot gun. I turn around and he commands me to strip. The tears are streaming down my face by the time I get my clothes off. He switches the shot gun out for a sickle and advances to me. I scream but I am so deep into the woods no one would hear me. He attacks me, shoving me to the ground. He gets on top of me and forces his cock into my pussy. He decides I am not wet enough for him, and shoves the sickle into my cunt. I scream in pain as I feel warm blood trickling out of me. He plows in and out of me. He uses the sickle to slit my throat as he fucks my dyeing body. Well I got my wish I would never see my foster family again.
Pay me Beat me Tortures me and make me Happy
I’ve got this John named Tim, who pays me well to do some fucked up shit to me like from hell type shit. Tim is very awkward he’s very vulgar, but he’s got that money, so I let him fuck and torture me real damn good. I allow him to do anything, to fulfill his fantasies with me. This mother fucker he wants to do horrible things, like beat me and twist my nipples. That’s only a tiny sample of the shit he does because he really has a taste for human blood. Nasty ass fucker is what I call master Tim, but only under my breath. Master Tim is fucked up for sure, he beats me so cruel and makes me feel the agony. That’s what Master Tim does that’s what he fucking loves… He bit me, the devil fucker chewed on me about 7 times and bit my nipple off and spit it out in my face. Tim hates women, that’s what he says while he’s beating me, he fucking trashes me in every way. I’m lost because he’s so fucking barbarous he likes to tie me down and whip me with leather belts. He loves to pour oil on my body the hotter, the better and Tim get’s a massive boner when he stuffs a hot iron rod into my asshole. He likes to shit on me, and he wants to piss in my mouth. He pays me so good that I have to do it. I need that money. I need those, dollars, that cash for sure and I don’t want to stop my money flow. So, this woman will be letting him do whatever he wants to do to me. Tonight he’s coming over again. I’m hardly even healed up, but he wants to do more, and he’s paying me double, I guess I’m going to let him. Cuz I’m a come guzzling nasty torture loving, fucking whore.
Carving
I can’t remember the last time I had kinky sadist carve into my plump fake titties. A cold steel knife pressing into my skin. Poking through letting the littlest drop of blood pop out. My body cringing in pain. My cunt aching as it drips in my panties. You push the knife in deeper and a moan escapes my mouth. The knife fucking my tittie as you move it about my flesh. I can feel the blood gush a bit more as it slides down to my stomach. Your dick rises as you hear my squeals jolt out my mouth. You waste no time shoving your dick far into my throat. I choke and gasp for air. I start to scream feeling you push the knife deep into my titty popping my silicone bag. With your dick deep in my throat, you put your hand’s around your neck squeezing tightly and firmly. Letting the life slip from me.
Smokin Hot
Sometimes I really think there is something wrong with me and the way I think. I really love being violated. I love everything about it, the adrenaline rush, the screaming, and the crying. There are times I try to get force fucked honestly. Today was one of those times, I knew my foster dad was home, but no one else was home. I made my way to the kitchen completely naked. I started cooking when I heard him making his way down the steps, but I pretended I didn’t know he was home. When he cleared his throat in the door way I jumped, and “accidentally” spilled olive oil all over my bare chest. I told him I thought no one was home, and covered my chest with my hand. He came over to me and tore my hands away from my breasts. He forced me to turn around as I begged and pleaded him not to. He grabbed my waist and slammed his cock into my tight ass. I screamed and cried while he plowed into me. Then, he growled that he would give me something to cry about, and he stuck my hand on the stove burner that was still on. I screamed as the flesh melted off my hand. He finished his assault by shooting his load into my hair, and then told me to finish making him breakfast.
What Are Your Violent Phone Sex Fantasies?
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you have fantasies about beating a bimbo dead? I hooked up with Trevor after months of cyber sex. We met in a fetish chat room. I had dark fantasies about being beat to death and he always wanted to kill a worthless bimbo like me. On fetish sites you never know if folks are for real or not. I thought we were talking fantasy and maybe if we hooked up in person, we could do a snuff roleplay. I enjoy being smacked around and BDSM games. When I met him, he escorted me to his dungeon. He seemed like a regular man with some kinks. I like kinks. He stripped me naked and tied me up. I was spread eagle with ropes, so my body made an X. He strapped one of those industrial vibrators to my pussy and turned it on. It was moving fast on my clit causing me to cum over and over. Soon it became too intense. I begged him to stop it. He punched me in the gut hard. I thought I might puke. I held back the tears and braced myself for the pain I knew was imminent. He started using my body as his private punching bag. He went Mike Tyson on my boobs until he burst each saline bag. Then he laughed at my lopsided boobs. He was not one of my fantasy phone sex callers. This man wanted to make his dark fantasies come true with me. He wanted to hurt me dead. He kept mixing pleasure with pain until I was puking and bleeding all over my naked body. I was close to passing out when he revived me with smelling salts. “I want you to feel every inch of me whore,” he seethed in my ear. Every inch was not his cock but his fists. He didn’t kill me only because I am one tough broad, but he left me for dead. I survived out of tenacity and because I want you to be the one to finally snuff sex me to death.
Knife Play Phone Sex is Better than Gun Play
Knife phone sex fantasies are among my favorite kinds of calls. As a sadistic my knife is my best friend. A knife allows for much more damage than a gun. You shoot a gun; the person is dead or wounded depending on where the wound is on the body. A knife casts a wider net for torture. You can make small stabs all over the body for a slow bleed out. You can slash a major artery and watch your victim bleed out quickly. You can dismember limbs. You can mutilate sex organs. A favorite of mine is castration. You can slice a tongue off. You can cut eyeballs out. You can give a little whore a womb clean out. You can slice off tits of any size. Fuck, you can fuck with a knife. You can stab a pussy or stab an ass. A knife allows for torture sex. You can’t mutilate a body with a gun. I can skin a victim with a knife too. Even prepare a meal. I have a huge knife collection. A knife for all types of victims and all kinds of torture. My family members are circus freaks. My father was an expert knife thrower. I guess you could say knife play is in my blood. I am so wet right now discussing how much better the blade is over a bullet. I think it’s hunting time.
Cannibalistic Blasphemy
Just lovely when a rainy summer day like today has requests out the fucking roof for my god damned services. Fucking babysitting with these brats holed up in the place with me has me needing a better plan. But what better a place than to be taking care of some bratty young ones in the basement of a church. I get the brats into a little game of hide and seek while I go rummage through the room of sacraments or where preparations are done. My mind drifts and all I can think of is that P-Priest that ran this place before his indictments. Hmm… what I would give to catch a P-daddy type priest fondling these boys here today. I would love to sever his cock and simmer it up in the sacramental wine like a fine Italian dish. I would slice that meat up and feed it as sacrament to the very priest it belonged to reciting all of the unholy sins he has been conducting.
To sweeten the deal I would have to sacrifice a young male to my daddy, Satan and baptise myself in his virginal blood as I watched the Priest bleed out. Yes, it is a fine rainy day indeed.
Let’s Play
I hope your ready to get a little messy. I have all the things we need for a very good time, I’m so glad your finally getting around to playing with me. I’ve sharpened all the knives, and even picked out a few gags. Where do you want me to start at, locked in the cage? Or would you rather tie me to the pole? Will we start with whipping or stabbing? Ultimately it doesn’t matter you will make me scream, cry and beg. You’ll make me wish I was never born. You’ll make me feel pain like never before all the way up to my last moments. And in those last moments I’ll feel a peace I’ve never felt until then and it will be all thanks to you.
Cannibalism Phone Sex Casting Call Of Doom
It was a dark street and late at night as I staggered home from a bad movie casting call. I couldn’t get a taxi to pick me up for hours so I started walking, or rather trying to walk I feared I was drugged by the casting folks as to manage their victims better. I was the feisty one and determined to get away. Little did I know I was already the star of this movie and they let me think I was escaping the perils of my own demise. Suddenly everything went black and I was struggling under a black hood tossed over my head.
Awakened I find myself tied down on a serving table naked and being basted with oils and herbs while cherries where stuffed inside my cunt. I hurt as though I had been forcibly fucked by many men not long before awakening.I then saw them, the casting crew of the film all wetting their lips for some kind of feast. I think I am the main course at this dinner party.