Now that the cats out of the bag my master is happy as can be not only can he capitalize on the profit he can also make sure to overwork me even more? There is nothing men love more than a pregnant twat. Pregnants cunts are the tightest and the most fun to fuck up. Snuff sex with a whore who is knocked up is fun. The more the get far along in their pregnancy, the more helpless they are. I have been fucking more guys since I have been pregnant than ever. You will be surprised how many guys want to be able to nut in a whore who is expecting. One of my clients ends up chocking me to the point that my face is blue. I also get all my hoes have been ripped and stretched with each guy that nails me. It doesn’t matter because I am bound to be a nasty baby making machine forever.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Trust Me
I may be weird, when I beg you for me pain. Maybe you are scared of going to far, please don’t be. This is me begging you to go for it. I want to scream, I want to bleed. I want to feel cold and fading away. Just the thought of my cold dead body is enough to get you excited. I know it is, I’ve teased with this thought so many times, hoping to plant the plan into your head. I see that darkness in you, I’m begging you explore it. Peel off my flesh slowly enjoy my cries use my body for your sick pleasure. Let me be your first, I might not deserve to be so important but I want to be. Please let me be the experience you won’t ever forget. Let me be the first pathetic life you snuff out from this world.
Snuff Phone Sex 101
Snuff Sex isn’t just about killing and eating bitches or bastards. It is about how my pussy contracts and starts flowing honey down my leg at the sound of screams and cries. Begging me to spare that life. Begging me over and over, and giving them hope that there is something they can do to be spared. The sound of that final heartbeat, the way the blood spurts up all over my naked body ,so hot and full of that iron smell. I love it when I have a nice big cock to ride after I take that last breath from my victims. Blood dripping down my body. I love when I have had three or four acclomplices pumping cum into battered cunts and asses. the smell of blood and cum makes me so hungry for my victims flesh. I love when I can just tear a piece of that sweet neck off and have a sweet bite right in the middle of Cannibalism phone sex.
Knife Play Tonight
My fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.
Fuck Me, Snuff Me
I’m not much use to you. The only thing valuable of me to you is my 3 fuckholes that make your dick throb. However you have such a wonderful and creative mind, you know you don’t have to restrict yourself to just 3 holes on my body. You know there are more, or you can make more. You have the tools, sure it might get messy but why do you care if it means you can fill this dumb whores body with your cum. You can spend hours fucking me, making me scream and plead but we both know how this ends. The only way you will be fully satisfied is when body is cold, mangled and every last hold destroyed. What’s it to you, I’m just another fuck whore right?
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
As a woman, I have rape phone sex fantasies too. I am not thinking about men, however. I am thinking of those young tender age girls just like you. That is why I make the best accomplice for you. I don’t have some silly hos before bros code. I hate most women. The younger they are the more I hate them. Young sluts are perfect for us. I can kill them, and you can have your sexual fun with them before that. Earlier in the week, I met Ed at the mall. I was watching him watching the young sluts cock tease the dirty old perverts at the mall. I told him I could make his P dreams cum true. He was salivating at the thought of force fucking a young piece of meat. She was hot like a little beauty queen. I wanted to do very bad things to her too. In fact, I did. After Ed ruined her little pussy, I destroyed it further. I slipped on my special strap-on designed for tender age cunts to ensure that if they survive the torture sex somehow that they are never able to breed. It has razor blades attached all over the dildo part. I really tore up her little cunt. Blood and sinew were falling out of her. She was screaming and crying then she went into shock. I slapped her awake because I wanted to fuck her longer. Ed was hard again, so I let him sink his P cock into her shredded bloody cunt. He said her hot red blood felt great oozing on his cock. We fucked the little thing until there was barely any flesh left on her body. The condition we left her in made it easy to dispose of her tiny body. I told you, I am a great accomplice.
Hurting Myself
Sometimes I’ll feel the need to get off just like you do when you stare at pathetic fuckable body. However I need something extra I use to not need before. When I’m rubbing my little clitty I need to feel pain. I’m a addict to it, sometimes I’ll just dig my nails into my own clit until I bleed. Or I’ll have a knife and make cuts along my body to push myself to the edge. It’s not just the pain that excites me, it the color of red oozing out of my body. It energizes me to push myself and edge myself closer and closer. If I’m finding it difficult and I need more, desperate and can’t find a torturer to push me to the end. I’ll find a way to do it myself, I’ll use rope around my pretty neck and pull until I can’t breathe. Letting myself feel I’m slipping away as I reach my maximum climax, often times I keep pulling. Maybe I’m destined to bring my own end?
Just Pain
I love those long thin straight needles. I love to have them pierced thru my white creamy flesh. I want the needle to come out of my flesh on the other end. Looking in the mirror and seeing several dozen straight needles piercing my body. I also can see the blood drip down, and the redness on my skin where the needle pierced me. The next step is to get the guy you are with to flick those needles with his fingers. This makes the pain vibrate down the needle from the inside. And I can feel that shit deep in my cunt. If I don’t have a guy around to give me my pleasure-pain. Then I can do it myself I just have to make sure I have my dildo ready.
Dark Fantasy Phone Sex
Dark fantasy phone sex is my specialty. You wouldn’t survive a day in my head. Even when I was a little girl, I knew I was different. Other students at school called me Wednesday Addams, but my brain was even darker than her doomsday shit. I have murderous intents, and no one is off limits. I ran into this bitch I went to high school with a few weeks ago. She was a privileged white bitch who ruled the school. She was the Queen bee of the mean girls. She made it her mission to make my life hell. When I ran into her at the mall, she was very pregnant. Like ready to pop pregnant. She recognized me. I was shocked that she approached me. She acted like we were old friends who had not seen each other in a decade. It was like nothing ever happened. I couldn’t tell if it was fake sincerity or selective memory. She was wearing designer clothes, sporting a huge wedding ring and looking freshly coiffed. I wanted to rip that devil’s spawn right from her belly with a big knife in the middle of the mall. I faked sincerity and waited until dark to mutilate her pregnant body. I followed her home, waited patiently until she went back out. She looked like she was going to a yoga class. She never made it home from class. I chloroformed the bitch, drove her car to my kill shack where I had an accomplice waiting. My friend is into snuff sex with pregnant whores. I didn’t charge him for this one. This one was personal. I masturbated as he fucked the spawn out of her stuck up cunt. First his cock, then a baseball bat with barbed wire. Her blood curdling screams and too late apologies made me wet. Before long, she was dead, bleeding out on the floor with her aborted devil’s spawn thrashing on the floor for its life. My friend came on its dying body then squashed it like a bug. Dead mommy and dead spawn are now in a barrel of lye disintegrating rapidly.
Torture Theater
I’ve been friends with my neighbor for a while he loves hearing about my pain slut adventures. He’s always been skeptical questions how much pain I could really tolerate, and I always tease and tell him he was free to find out. I never expected that he actually would. Right when I was in the middle of my coffee he approached behind me and I felt a hard stinging in the back of my neck and the room just started to fade away. When I came too I was tied down to a wooden chair upon a stage with a spotlight on me. I could squint and see a few rows of people watching me, I looked down and I was completely naked. I turned my head at the footsteps approaching me and then my neighbor was in a long white coat and devious smiled on his face. He started with a hard slap to my face, when he announced to everyone we were about to see just how much pain I would tolerate. He even gave me a safe word to use if I wanted him to stop, which I merely laughed. He has no clue what type of death wish I had, I merely told him I would never ask him to stop. In response he grab my nipples squeeze and stretched them out before jamming a needle through each one. I merely let out a little squeal and stared at him challenging him to bring his worse. I could see everyone watching getting excited intrigued by my lust for more pain. He pulled out a long knife and made several long slits along my sides, prying his fingers into them to stretch them wider. I couldn’t help but scream but still refused to give in, in fact the bright red color glowing off his white coat only made me smile.