I need a real good hard snuffing. Do any of you perverts want to do that to me? I have been a very bad girl and I deserve to be punished in the harshest way you can imagine. I want you to beat every inch of me, and stomp on my stomach. I want you to make so much blood come out of my mouth I can barley fucking breath. I want you to pull my hair so hard I can feel each individual hair being pulled out of my scalp, just thinking about that makes my fucking pussy wet. While your hurting me please fuck the shit out of me, I want you to pound me so fucking hard people outside can hear me scream.
Category: Sadistic phone sex
Snuff phone sex
Week III of Seven Deadly Sins, Envy
Moving on this week from greed, I thought about envy. What does it mean really? Not just wanting something someone else has but also being happy that they are being deprived of it.
A woman I unfortunately know is always bitching about her man’s tiny cock and how she wants my guy to fuck her. She talks about how she bets he has a nice big cock. Fucking bitch pisses me off, talking about wanting my man. So I told him about it, he reacted coolly with a “does she now.” I didn’t know what he had in mind until a week later. I came home to find a black man in my living room stroking his cock, and my man not in the house. I said hello and who are you. He said, “The dude paid me to sit here hard until he comes back with some white bitch that needs to get fucked in the ass.” I nodded my head and asked if he wanted anything. He said no and sat there playing with his big fucking cock.
The door burst open and my guy is carrying a woman over his shoulder. He sees me when he comes in, turns about to show me her face and says “is this bitch who you are talking about babe?” I laughed and said yes. She didn’t seem awake; he said he knocked her out when she wouldn’t shut up. He flopped her onto the couch and started taking her clothes off while I filmed. She started coming around some so my guy shoved his cock down her throat to really wake her up. She started to choke and came around, while my guy had his cock down her throat he told the BBC guy to get his cock ready to slam it in her ass. My guy pulled his cock out of her mouth as she opened her eyes and my guy said, “fuck her man.” And the BBC rammed his cock into her ass. He had a huge cock, it was lubed but her ass hadn’t been primed or anything. She screamed out when he buried himself balls deep into her asshole. My video captured the moment it went in her ass. She started to struggle probably after the initial shock wore off. My guy knocked her on the back of the head again and she was out. The BBC said, “Holy shit man her asshole just went totally relaxed.” And then he started to really pound her ass.
Taboo Phone Sex: I Castrate and I Kill but I Never Care
Taboo phone sex? That’s all I do. I had some jackass call me last night calling me sweetie and honey. Clearly, he had me mistaken for another girl. I don’t do terms of endearment. I am no one’s sweetie or honey or boo. I explained to him that if he wanted to do a call he would have to cease with the sugar-coated talk or lose his testicles. He agreed. After I was done processing him, I came back and asked him what his extreme or snuff fantasy was tonight. The dumb bastard not only asked me what snuff meant, but he called me baby. I went ape shit on him. I verbally abused him with a litany of insults for about 10 minutes before I whacked off testicle #1. I made sure he understood that he was far too dumb to reproduce before I lobbed off testicle #2. As dumb as this jackass was, I think he discovered his inner pain slut. After I rendered him nutless, he begged me to take his dick too. Since he was only 4 inches hard, that was extremely easy to accomplice. If you call me for castration phone sex and you aren’t a total tool, I will numb you and cauterize the wound. However, if you are a stupid fuck, I will let you bleed out for a while before I offer any assistance, if I even offer any at all. This dumb fuck laid in a pool of his own blood, sans his balls with a severed penis, calling me baby. Castration turned to snuff rather quickly. Clearly, he had a death wish. I’m not the kind of bitch who warns you once, so you sure as fuck know I am not the kind to warn you four times. At that point, we were having snuff phone sex. I broke out the chain saw and dismembered him like Leatherface would. You don’t play by my rules, you die. Simple.
No One Will Miss Me
I’m the perfect victim. I walk the streets selling pussy, cops don’t care about hookers. They expect to find us dead in an alley. When I get in your car I’m yours to do with as you please. Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze. Choke me, and quiet my screams. It’s all my fault, I chose this profession and I chose to get in your car. Pound my pussy with your hard cock and keep choking me. I deserve to be treated lower than trash. Bite me, slap and punch me. Make me regret getting in your car. Watch the life leave my eyes as you squeeze my neck tighter and tighter. My face will start to turn blue and squeeze my neck harder. Push my lifeless body out of your car; go home and kiss your wife. I’m a prostitute I don’t matter. No one will miss me.
This was taboo phone sex fun!
This was such a fun taboo phone sex call! This guy was pissed at his wife, she had been cheating on him and acting like a total whore and he was over that shit so he asked me to help him. He wanted her to die like the whore she was so I snatched her up and took her to my place where there were at least 100 guys there waiting for her. She was terrified but there was no where for her to go, she just ran around from person to person begging for help. None of those guys were gonna help her tho, they just wanted to fuck her so they started stripping off her clothes and shoving their cocks inside her. She had dicks in every fuck hole and even tho she was struggling they held her easily. My friend wanted this bitch fucked to death so that’s what we were gonna do! She was unconscious by the end but we just kept on going until the fucking whore bled out and died.
Taboo Phone Sex Stories
Taboo phone sex stories are something I have in abundance. As a druggy whore, I’ve sold myself to the devil for a fix a hundred times over. Last week, I was held captive for several days as a sex slave. Chained, collared and kept naked in the basement to a group of Meth makers. They are the worse. Mean sons of bitches. Horny 24/7 too. I was traded for drugs. One of my coke dealers wanted some meth to sell too and I had no money to pay for coke, so I was given to these redneck Meth heads for trade. The house was some old farm in a rural part of the state. I shit you not, they were missing a bunch of teeth and had the worst hygiene. They used me as their toilet as well as their punching bag. Their cocks were disgusting. Covered in scabs, dirty and smelly. Pretty sure one had crabs. For days, I only drank cum and piss. They skull fucked me, ass fucked me, burned me with cigarettes and slapped me around. They were animals. Filthy, vile animals but they kept reminding me that even they were better than a strung out whore like me.
The Brain Surgeon
Strapped to a table, I struggled against the restraints. Even my head was stuck in place. I could tell that I was naked, because the metal table was cold against my bare skin. Then I saw him. A tall, slender man wearing a surgical mask and scrubs. He took his gloved finger and ran it slowly up my thigh. He picked up a strange looking tool from the counter with a cylindrical blade. Realizing what it was, a circle saw, I started getting really worried. The buzzing made me scream out in fear as tears rolled down my face. Straight through my hair and skin, he drilled a large hole right in the top of my head. Blood spurted from the wound as my life left my body. Then, taking a large knife, he made a decent sized incision in the center of the whole to simulate a wet pussy. Barely able to contain himself any longer, his hands shook as he guided his throbbing cock into my squishy brain. Harder and harder, he humped my head until he was done emptying his balls into my cranium. His cock and abdomen were covered in blood when he pulled out. Unfazed, he put his pants back on and dumped my body on the side of a desolate highway.
Week Two: Seven Deadly Sins: Greed
You may be wondering how a person can be greedy with sex. In my last blog I told you about a woman who had fucked my new guy, came a bunch of times and right before my guy was going to cum she got dressed and left. Normally a guy might rant and rave and be pissed but then forget it after a while. Not my guy, he doesn’t forget.
He made a plan to kidnap the bitch and show her that greed can actually kill you. There is an old shed on some property my guy knows about. It’s not his, but he knows no one will come snooping because it is a drug manufacturers/dealers land and when he is growing, it’s well protected. My guy is buddies with the dealer so here we are. Grabbing the bitch was pretty easy, she didn’t know me. She opened the door when I knocked, I quickly shoved a needle in her thigh and injected the ketamine into her, she was unconscious almost immediately. She dropped inside her house, so I simply went in opened the garage door and we loaded her into the van. There is an old shed on the property where pot used to be grown, we put the bitch on a dolly and rolled her to it. He had made this make shift table just wide and long enough for her body. He cut all her clothes off and flung her limp body onto the table. He started strapping down from head to toe, and shoved a ball gag in her mouth. He turned and looked at me with a sly devilish smile and said “Watch this babe.” He got this contraption from the van and set it up between her legs. It had a dildo and vibe attached to it. I thought to myself…well that isn’t going to be torture really. I was wrong.
He gave her the reversing agent for the ketamine and started slapping her to come to. Once she was aware of her surroundings she tried to move and scream, but couldn’t. My guy laughed then brought his face up to hers so she could see him and he asked “Do you remember me you greedy little bitch.” She nodded her head as tears came down her cheeks. He laughed and put just a drop of lube on the big dildo, positioned the machine and guided the dildo into her pussy and the vibrator over her clit. He turned the machine on and it slowly started to move. Ahh a fucking machine. He turned the speed up to medium/high and she started to moan. He laughed again “She won’t be moaning for long.” I looked at him with confusion as we walked back to the van. “Are we leaving her there?” I asked and he nodded. Two days later he called me up and said “Let’s go visit the greedy bitch.” I agreed mostly out of curiosity. We got to the shed, and now I could see what he was doing. The fucking machine had been going for these 2 whole days. Her pussy was wrecked; there was blood all over her legs and on the floor. The fucking machine had ruptured blood vessels or something inside her vag, her insides were wrapped around the dildo as if it had gotten so dry it just ripped right out of her. She was dead. Fucked to death.
I got a new pet
I found this little bitch wandering around late last night all by herself, she was drunk as hell and could barely walk so I just picked her up and took her to my car. When she woke up she was naked and chained to the wall, I told her that she was my pet now and that she had better learn real quick to obey… or she would quickly die. Honestly I think this whore has been a slave before because it only took a few beatings to get her to do whatever I want! She follows me around wherever I go and does whatever I tell her to do… no matter how painful or degrading it is for her. Today she is getting ready for her first big gang bang, she’s going to take 100 men today… even if it kills her in the end. She doesn’t know that yet of course, she thinks there will only be a few men here and that once she does this I will let her go… she doesn’t know that the only way she’s leaving here is in a body bag!
Torture Sex Death
Torture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine. I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.