I would love to have some bloody phone sex with you! Blood turns me on so fucking much. Just feeling the warm sensation of the blood running all over my body, and the iron taste and smell! Just getting some of the blood on my tongue and the iron taste just makes me cunt so wet. Even if it is your blood my blood, or the blood of some bitch we gutted together. I would love to lay back and slit someones throat and let the blood spray all over my body. I will use it as lube for you big cock to shove inside of me. Just fuck me with that bloody nasty cock. I would love to have the blood and cum mixed all together in my fucking throat.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Snuff Porn Halloween
Snuff porn Halloween? Hell yes. Always with me. I am a sadistic bitch who loves passing out candy to little whores and bastards. Nowadays, they all come trick or treating without parental supervision. Parents are so dumb. They don’t warn them of the dangers of taking candy from strangers. Last night I had some special candy reserved for a couple of the right trick or treaters. They came to me at the end of the night. I offered them fresh chocolate laced with a potent drug to render them helpless almost immediately. Puffer fish toxin. Highly toxic, immobilizes folks so you can do whatever the fuck you want to them without them screaming or squirming. They are awake, alert and can feel every bit of pain. I carried them to the basement so I could lay them down next to each other on a sheet of plastic for easy clean up. A boy and a girl. Siblings I believe. I took my knife and stabbed the little angel first. Not how you would expect either. I stabbed her cunt. Pretty much scraped about her girl parts. Her eyes welled up in tears form the excruciating pain she felt. Her brother was in tears too, feeling helpless to aid his sister. Me, I was wet as fuck. The world doesn’t need more brats to feed. As she laid there slowly dying, bleeding out, I turned my attention to her brother. Where to begin? I shoved my knife up his ass. I fucked his little boy ass until it was a bloody pulp. Then I cut off his baby dick and shoved it in his sister’s mouth. I thought it was funny. A nice Halloween trick. The puffer fish toxin was beginning to wear off , but at that point it didn’t matter. Too much blood had been shed for them to fight back. I watched them die as I masturbated. Happy Halloween to me.
Bondage phone sex
Today I was tied to a chair. Legs spread wide on the arms of it. My pussy was there for the taking. Duck tape across my mouth. I sat there all alone waiting. Watching the door handle for someone to enter. My heart pounded out of my chest when I seen the knob finally turn. It was master. He came In holding his torture bag at this side. He rubbed his hand on my cheek like he wasn’t gonna hurt me. I knew better. He pulled out the big dildo that he had used on me before on the metal table. He didn’t even hesitate to shove it inside me. I tried to scream past the tape. No use of course why do I even bother screaming. I see a taser in his hand. This is new. He walks up and rubs one of my nipples with his fingers making it nice and hard. Then tasered me on my perky peak. I yelped behind the tape. He repeated with my other tit. He makes me sick. I scowl at him and he notices. He takes his knee and hits the huge 2 liter bottle size cock into me hard. Then he punches me in the face. You stupid bitch don’t think for a second I won’t slit your throats and go on about my day. I sob profusely. He rips out the cock. He uses the taser on my clit. It hurts so bad. He holds it there for a long while. I wish he would kill me at times well most the time. He continues to alternate between my tits and my pussy. I’ve stopped screaming it’s just sobs now. His phone rings and he walks off. Who knows how long i’ll end up sitting in this chair like this.
Sexy snacking
There’s something extra evil, and extra naughty, about accomplice phone sex. Snuff sex itself is so fucking nasty and hot by itself, but the imagery of helping someone capture, fuck, and tear apart makes my pussy squirt almost instantly. Now, add cannibalism phone sex to that, and oh my fucking GOD do I get off hard.
I picture you and me, people watching in a dark corner of a goth club. You’ve dressed me as slutty as you could. Every curve is accentuated and shown off perfectly. I do so love your tastes. You pick out some sexy little Asian all by herself in the bar, and tell me to go buy her a drink and bring her to the table. On the way I roofie her drink.
When she’s starts giggling and swaying, we walk her outside, down a few blocks to our car. Stupid little cunt thinks we’re going to driver her home. Hahaha!
We get back to yourhis place. The little bitch has passed out. That’s good, easier to get her where we want her. We park in the garage, as soon as the door drops we unload her. She’s so small, it’s easy to pack her to the basement chamber I’ve helped you build. We put her wrists in the irons we have hanging from the ceiling. While she’s dangling, you cut all her clothes off. She looks so tiny and pathetic. Nice, perky brown tits, and the tiniest bush over her cunny.
She starts to stir, she’s crying and whimpering, begging for us to let her go. It doesn’t fucking matter, no one will hear her screams down here.
You shove everything you can think of in her pathetic holes, gaping and splitting them open, before fucking the shit out of her. I start slicing the bitch open, collarbone to pelvis. And while I grip your dick from inside her body, you pump a massive load of cum into her womb.
I’ve always enjoyed having dinner well marinated before we eat.
Castration Phone Sex?
Castration phone sex is so much fun. You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.
A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories. The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?
Are You Hardcore?
Don’t you think I need to be punished? Well I got punished good this week, it is when I was at school walking to my next class and it was really late. I thought I heard someone following me and when I looked back I didn’t see anyone. As soon as I turned around I got snatched up by someone. Big, Tall, and smelt like metal. That smell caught my attention as he was toting me some where. It smelt like metal, which I think was blood. At that moment I started to shiver, and he punched me in the stomach and yelled shut up. He tossed me in his car and then after I knew it we where somewhere. I was strapped to a table and he didn’t wast any time. He has a fucking chainsaw right above my stomach and he just started to get all into my guts. There was blood shooting everywhere, and he took my womb and but it in my mouth and made me eat it. Just fucking kill me.
They said it would be fun…
I didn’t want to go, I hate being scared. A Haunted Corn Maze was the last place I wanted to be but they said it was going to be fun. It was at first. We got to our first dead in and a scary bloody monster popped out from the corn field. We all ran screaming in our own ways. I got cut off from my group. That monster was still fallowing me. Popping out at random spots. I could hear people scream and he would pop out covered in more and more blood. Once again I found myself stuck at a dead in. I was scared and covered in mud. So much for fucking fun. Then he popped out again. Slowly walking towards me. I could see the fake blood dripping off his body and the closer he got to me the more I could see. I finally got the words out as he was coming closer, “Look dude I know it’s your job to scare the piss out of people but I am cut off from my friends and I need your help to get out of here. Please take back to the start I don’t want to do this anymore.” He cocked his head and stopped where he stood.
He pointed to the side of him and I started to walk past him. He pushed up against me just as I was going to sprint past him. He was pushing me into the corn, I could feel the warm wet blood dripping off of him. It smelled of copper and I knew it was real. He reached back behind his back and pulled out his knife. I tried to run but he grabbed me by the back of my hair. Shoving his knife into my soft flesh on my belly. He covered my mouth as he stabbed me until my insides where falling out. He ripped my panties off and pulled my skirt up as he shoved his hard cock into my cunt. Force fucking me as he stabbed my back and head. It got so cold, so hard to breath, everything went dark…. They said it would be fun…
I Am A Bad Girl!
Snuff me baby! Make me hurt make me suffer. That is what I am all about. Blood, guts, and pain is really what makes me get off. The more gruesome the better in my opinion. You could never say is this to much for you.. Because I am down for anything baby, and I think that is why you love me. I am pretty sure you think that you can scare me or surprise me… But I have been there and I love it! I wanna bleed I wanna make you satisfied. I want that cum so fucking bad, and I will do anything for you. My job is to please you and make you happy. So call me so I can make that happen. I will make you blow your load.
Sadistic Phone Sex Thrills Me
In all the time I’ve been traveling these crazy roads, I’ve learned one thing. I like rough sex. I love being tied up, bound down, sensory deprived, and abused. I love having my breasts tortured, bound, and bitten. Feeling hands, crops, whips, knives, and all the other tools of a good BDSM session biting into my skin over and over gets my pussy so wet. But, do you know what I really love? Being forced to the ground and having my face fucked hard, like my life and being don’t even matter, as long as that dick has my throat to fill up. I love having my breath cut off, my throat filled until I spew all over that cock, and still having my throat fucked. And my cunt being abused is always amazing. Having my pussy poked, slashed, gashed, prodded, clamped, fucked, and fisted just brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, when you add all of that to my ass hole, too, I can gush for you.
My First Piercing
As usual, master was punishing me for doing something very bad by forcing me into torture sex with him. I remember he was stuffing his cock roughly down my throat, . And I accidentally scraped my teeth along the shaft of his cock! He was so angry that he immediately back handed me across the cheek and slung me to the side to collapse on the floor in a heap. He walked away cursing and saying that I was a bad little slut and that I would pay. Shortly after that he came walking back into the room with a lethal looking dagger gripped in his fist. He didn’t hesitate at all before he grabbed a fistful of my hair with his free hand and slammed my back up against the wall behind me to hold me in place. Soon, I felt a searing burning pain as he slid the tip of the dagger completely through my sensitive skin around my nipple. Blood poured down my quivering stomach as tears slid down my face! This was the worst pain I had experienced so far but it was nothing compared to what I had accidentally done to masters cock while I was choking on it! I deserved more than a piercing.