Category: Roleplay phone sex

Violent makeover

Mutilation phone sexI’ve been given a very violent makeover while having mutilation phone sex. My entire face has been rearranged by strong and forceful fists. I can’t even snort my blow because my nose is broken beyond repair. You can’t even recognize me when you look at me, I am battered to a fuckin pulp. I have been getting tossed around like a rag doll all for pure sexual pleasure. I wasn’t even taken to the doctor when they were done with me but that’s okay because i’m used to suffering on a daily basis, it’s always been apart of my routine. My once beautiful eyes are now swollen shut and all black & blue in color from being punched like a punching bag, I can’t even see out of them. I’m a blind cunt. My lips are cracked open and swollen. My cotton-mouth barely allows me to even speak, my throat is so dry and parched. I’m so fuckin filthy, I crave salt being poured into my open wounds. I’m a very special snuff whore, I let men beat the shit out of me as a hobby.

Snuff fantasies

Snuff porn  I watch snuff porn when my boyfriend is gone and I am high. Every time I watch it my body craves knife play against my soft body. I love the way I bleed. I have scars on my stomach. When I get caught it just wants to make me do it more. I love fantasizing about him watching me butcher myself up. The other night I was alone, depressed and stoned. All I wanted to do was go to the store and buy a sexy little babe knife to drag across my skin. I drive to buy one. I sat in my car naked and alone. I got in the back and started to masturbate rubbing my clit with the back of the knife. My pussy and body became more and more satisfied. But I thought who would be willing to scar me?

What a bad bitch

Domination phone sex

I had my girlfriend dominate me last night. I told her that I really needed my ass spanked a few times. We planned on having a threesome with a boy at school. but, I think he was too scared or intimidated. He most likely had a small dick anyway. He seems like a pussy. My bitch is bad. I grabbed whips and zip ties today. My body loves to feel pain. My parents left and it was on. I wanted to be spanked over my stalkings.  She started to count on three she whipped me harder and harder each time. I love lesbian kinky shit. I got strapped down and she turned my body into a punching bag. Harder and harder the sexier. I took selfies with her down on my pussy with her pocket knife. I love to get bloddy. Is there anything sexier than a bloddy hot bitch in bed?! NO!

Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn brings me good fun money. Fun money I can spend on coke and weed. My stepson knew some guys paying top dollar for amateur porn women. I should have known that if my stepson was involved, the guys would be violent and unsavory. I think he set me up to be killed and I narrowly escaped. I went to the place he said to go. At first, they seemed like legitimate porn makers. They had film equipment and a studio. They cut me a check from a porn sounding studio. I was so high and focused on the money that I failed to notice a big read flag until I was tied up. There was no film in the camera and it was not even plugged in. By that time, I had three dicks in my holes. The were pulling my limbs too. It hurt like hell. I thought I might lose an arm. They did pull my shoulder out of the socket. The pain was awful. They treated me like a rag doll and each pulled on a limb until I was crying from the pain. I was informed that my stepson sold me to settle his drug debt. He told them they could do whatever they wanted with me. Abuse me, use me, make me a snuff porn star, it didn’t matter. They could even kill me if they wanted too. I was positive they wanted to kill me, but I convinced them to make a snuff film instead, a realistic looking one but not the real thing. I said I was worth more to them on film than dead. Money talks, even to sadists. We spent hours making a gory snuff looking movie that would make them money. I was used up and in pain, but at least I survived for another day.

Enter The Red Room

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Who here knows what a “Red Room” is? You don’t??? Where the fuck have you been??? Red Rooms are stuff of legend.  Way, down deep, within the Dark Web there lives some very sick motherfuckers;  I love them by the way; who set up Red Rooms.  Red Rooms are there so that you can indulge your sickest fantasies by telling those in the room what you wish for them to do with their prey of choice.  They will do anything!  The more deviant the better.  The poor little thing is bound, or chained, or hung up, or tied down, or what have you just so some very lovely people can make them hurt in so many wonderful ways.  Now these places are not just out there for anyone to find, you have to stumble across them, or be invited, and invites are very hard to come by.  However, once you are in the game begins.

The fear on the faces of the victims is almost palpable.  Wide eyed, begging, hyperventilating, sweating, pissing themselves, the fear is so tasty. You watch as piece by piece is destroyed until there is nothing left to play with.  Then comes the best part.  The Snuffing out of the prey’s little life.  Then, the screen goes black.

It is the most amazingly cunt wetting adventure someone could witness.  I know if you were there your cocks would be so rock fucking hard, wouldn’t they be my sweet?

Snuff phone sex slut

Snuff phone sexI’ve been a very naughty snuff phone sex whore and because of that I need to receive a very naughty punishment. Master bent me over & took a wooden painting stick to my prolapse and beat the shit out of me. My ass was sticking out and I was screaming bloody murder as I was forced to endure the pain. Master wrapped a zip-tie around my prostate and watched me start to lose circulation. It dangles down five inches between my thighs, it looks just like a cum-filled hanging ball sack! Master loves making it turn black and blue before he fucks it. His cock slips and slides all over it. He loves slapping it with his bare hands and making it pulsate while he roughs it around. He causes so much damage to me from how he manhandles my insides. This is exactly what I deserve.

Violent Phone Sex with My Stepson

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is what he was in the mood for. He told me I was a worthless wore. I had no choice but to take his abuse. He is my step-son and he is prone to violent outbursts. Mostly, those outbursts are aimed at me. He is a bigger drug fiend than me. I stole a tad of coke from him, not even a noticeable amount, but I guess he weighs his shit daily and knew some was missing. I denied it, but he knew I was lying. He strung me up by my hair. I could feel the hair ripping from my scalp. It was a kind of pain I had never experience before. I gave out a blood curdling scream from the basement in hopes a neighbor or someone would hear. My husband was at the movies with our young sons. I could be dead before they got back. My husband knows his son hates me, but he has no clue how deep his hatred goes. He cut me down. I lost a few inches of hair, but he feared some one would hear my screams. He decided to punch me repeatedly in the face, then skull fuck me.  He wasn’t done yet. He watches too much ass rape porn. He wanted my ass. He pulled my red locks while he rode my ass. No lube, just a hardcore ass fucking while calling me names. As soon as he saw the car headlights pull into the driveway, he stopped. I was bloodied and battered with cum dripping out of my ass. I wanted to tell my husband what an awful son he had but feared I would be cut off financially. I splashed some water on my face and put a bandana on my head to cover the areas were my hair ripped off. I decided that its better to take my stepson’s abuse then to live in poverty.

There Is Over A Million Ways To Die

Murder phone sex FantasiesIt is true I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately that there are so many ways to die and most of them is the outcome of accident or chance. However I prefer to the ways that are purely intentional you know what I mean. Surprisingly only a small number of people get to experience a planned death. You have it all planned out you took time deciding how you were going to kill me. I know you have many different options and so many tools at your disposal you try so hard to make each life you take unique. I don’t fear you, you’re my angel of death, I praise you as my savior. On this earth I’m nothing more than a whore who pursues death as a release from my life full of distasteful sin. I’m ready for you. Will you bring my Murder phone sex Fantasies to life?

Bloody cunts

Teen phone sex   Let me give you the best teen phone sex calls. I have had the best time with a friend that just moved across the street. He’s into snuff, gore just like I am. Its almost Halloween and I can’t wait. We have knife play fights. Every time he cuts me I swear my panties all in my blood and sit in it. I’m a nasty snuff slut that loves gore and blood. My snuff boy is always biting me to get more blood. We fuck and really fantasize about torture. I love to think about finding an innocent girl that just wants to have a three sum. We play like want to just fuck but then slit her with a knife getting blood and sucking it down are throat. Tasteful wishing for blood and pussy juices.

Football Train


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Please save me, someone please! I don’t understand why I am always the victim, and I don’t get why I am always being drugged and violated. Friday was an epic football game, our team won by a landslide. So, to celebrate the cheerleaders and football players were going to a hotel party after, and as cheer captain I am basically obligated to go. I had to sneak around so that my foster father wouldn’t find out, but I made it work. All of us just wore our uniforms, which made it so much easier on me. One of the up sides of being a cheerleader is the football players are wrapped around our fingers, and will pay for everything for us. Last time I went out with the quarterback, I think he drugged me and violated me, but it is too fuzzy for me to be sure. Besides, he is super hot, and willing to pay for everything for me. He told me he only had enough on his card for one room, and I told him that was fine we could share. As soon as the words left my lips I could tell he was getting hard for me. We danced, drank, and partied all night. Towards the end of the night I started to feel a bit dizzy, and I told him I wanted to go lay down. He scooped me into his arms and took me to our room. He set me on the bed, and grabbed something shiny from the nightstand. My eyes were just too heavy to focus. I felt the cold against my skin though, and knew my clothes were being cut off of me. That is where I can not remember anything, but when I went back to school Monday I was showed the video. The whole football team ran a train on me while I was passed out, and the cheerleaders cheered them on. They said it was pay back for what I made them do to get on the squad.