Bondage phone sex can get kinky. I am a kinky switch. I love to be an accomplice, but sometimes I am still the victim. I am a bit of a pain slut. I guess you could call me a fetish queen. I have always loved BDSM. I am a frequent flyer of the fetish scene. I have done tons of fetish modelling, been to all the clubs, I have even had masters in my life. I am enjoying being a free agent now, but sometimes I crave the hand of a strong man, and it leads me to danger every time. When I met Patrick, he seemed like a normal master daddy type. He appeared to be more like a Christian Gray than a snuff porn guy. I was wrong. Behind the expensive designer suit was a stone cold sadist. I never should have gone home with him. Why I did, I am not sure. I guess I have a death wish. His entire house is one BDSM dungeon. All weekend long, I was at his mercy in his dungeon. Many times, I thought I might not make it out alive. He is into pain and torture. Inflicting it. He used a meat hook in my ass to string me up like a pinata. My ass was stretching out more than if I was an anal sex porn star with a 100 cocks in her ass. He put a ball gag in my mouth because my cries were annoying him. While strung up by my ass, he whipped me. I spun around in the air with every whack. I was dizzy and sick to my stomach from the constant spinning. Patrick just laughed and found more things to whip me with. I was his torture sex slave doll for the weekend. Patrick is one sick fuck. He gets off on the pain and fear of women. Do you? Are you my next nightmare.
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Bondage Phone Sex Can be a Nightmare for a Pain Slut
Snuff Sex Porn All Hallows Sleaze
It’s all Hallows Eve Snuff sex porn filming full of sadistic sleaze. Filming took place in the dwellings of a crack house. Walls covered in plastic sheeting and lot’s of chains. The filthy mattress was crusted with dried blood and cum stains. The room smelled of piss.
I walked in looking like a bimbo prostitute as per the requirements for the filming. These films don’t offer costumes and a place to ready yourself. Walk in off the street ready to go and make it real. Well, I guess this was as real as it gets. Crack heads and the pimp or dealer was at the door. Looking me up and down he told me I needed to blow him in order to get inside.
I figured it was part of it all and like a good whore I started sucking his big nigger thug dick. I sucked and he got forceful and mean with me. He started slapping me and pushing in my throat deeper. I was gagging and gasping. I wanted to get away. He laughed and said this is only a warm up bitch.
How do you expect the rest of this to play out? What ways would you fantasy rape and kill me? Would you knock me out and drag me into the plastic room. Throw me on the bed and cut off my sleazy dress and tiny stripper panties? I bet you would fuck me with that knife then shoved your cock into sliced up pussy and make me really scream.
Bloody phone sex is our own Halloween special
The hiss that escapes out between clenched teeth during Bloody phone sex, the dreaded fear that comes with a cold steel at skin, and the exhilaration as it slices through muscle and transforms a feature into something completely different. I’m a masochist through and through, and my scars are just another reminder at the bliss I’ve managed to convey to myself despite a lot of supporters telling me I’m going to far. They’re not battle scars that mark my body, I’m not an edgy teen too lost in the whirling pain to express myself in any way but overwhelmed by agony, I’m just that tainted and twisted. I love every moment, every bloody drop spilled, and every piercing scream you get with Evil phone sex. If it’s not on my personal canvas, it has to be someone else doesn’t it? One way or another, blood will be spilled, and I hope it’s mine but I’m not averse to spreading out if it means someone cries out and wakes the dead.
If I can get that while a cock is pumping in my pussy, all the better. I’m not going to try and pretend I’m above being a dirty slut, it’s my career and I take pride in it. I bruise easily, so if my whole abdomen isn’t purple by the time you’re done reaming me, you clearly didn’t try hard enough you fucking pussy. Don’t be a weak ass bitch with me, I want to feel bones creak and blood flow. If you don’t have it in you to fuck hard enough to make a cunt cry, then you better at least be able to work a knife or bite hard. No pussies here except my actual pussy, you better work your magic and make me cum a crimson stream.
It’s halloween, don’t fuck around, get out all your gruesome Rape phone sex fantasies on my poor abused body.
Bloody Phone Sex is Always Off the Charts on Halloween
Tonight, the bloody phone sex will be off the charts. This is the one night of the year that this murderous bitch can blend in well with others and kill undetected. There are so many people in costume, that I blend right in. Last Halloween, I killed a lot of stupid bimbos. I plan to up my number this year. The stupid bimbos appear to be out in droves already. I hate stupid bimbos. You know the kind I am talking about too, right? They dress like little whores, cock tease the men, then act all righteous when a guy gets a boner looking at them in their slutty clothes. Like what the fuck, whore? You cannot prance around half naked all the time and expect men to not want to fuck you. Know your audience, cunt. You will never see me dressed like a whore or acting like one either because I do not want that kind of attention. Men still want me because they think I am a challenge. They think I am playing some sick game with them, but that is not who I am. I do not try to attract attention. I want to blend in and not be remembered. Makes it much easier kill as a snuff porn bitch that way. No one remembers the quiet Goth chick.
I have already stalked a few places that will have a high bimbo concentration tonight. I know the bars and the parties that will have the most drunk bimbos to torture and fuck. The problem is this year, I have no accomplice. Maybe you could help me prey on some dumb cunts? Sure, I can kill bimbos with no help. Last Halloween, I killed close to 60 bimbos all by myself. I can only kill them though. I can make it very painful and bloody, but the real fun is ruining their fuck holes first. And that is where you come in. What do you think? Want to fuck up some bitches together? Be my accomplice phone sex partner so we can put some dumb cunts in their places tonight which is in an early grave.
Knife play phone sex w/ Terry
Could you tell it’s me hiding beneath this Killer Clown costume? I hope not.. Because, this is what I will be wearing for Halloween! I plan on luring in all the littles.. Don’t they just love clowns so much? What better way to lure them in than to make silly little things out of balloons in the middle of Salem MA!
As soon as their worthless parents turn their head I will be snatching those suckers up into my trailer, loaded with a bunch of tools to rip those fuckers apart! I came across an ad about trafficking a while back.. Finally, I can grab as many up as possible to pawn off to perverted men for mega bucks. I usually prefer torturing them on my own and hanging them out to decompose…
But, I guess I can make a few sacrifices, that is only if I am able to watch! I want to watch you bury your cock deep inside those little hairless slits.. Don’t worry I kept in mind the new world order about “sexuality” so I will be packing some little fuckholes too.. Turn those little grape smuggling maggots into a sissy fag just for you.. lets make a Ass rape porn out of those fuckers! I want to watch their disgusting holes get plummeted by your hard throbbing cock.
Uhh the bliss.. I just have this burning hate for littles, something about their way of living.. So free, with no clue to the world… rings an alarm in my head and makes me think of millions of ways to torture them. I cannot wait till its time for trick-or-treating.. I will be lacing those candies with a sweet little potion of mine.. To lure them into the darkness and have them submit to the most disturbing Torture sex!
No if ands or buts… no screams! Just well behaved rugrats made to please and guzzle down cum loads. Thee disobedient ones will be laid out to rest.. Don’t worry we will just have to have Sex with dead bodies, no matter what sacrifices we have to make draining your cock is my top priority!
Violent Phone Sex Fantasies are Common for Women Too
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you? I am known mostly as a victim, but I am almost 40 now. I have years of aggression and anger built up inside of me. I hooked up with this drug dealer Friday night. I was desperate for a fix, and he was the only one with enough coke for me who was willing to trade my fuck holes for the drugs. He is a violent guy. Not the kind of man I want to cross or disobey. Plus, he has the best coke. I hate to go to him for coke though because he is such a scary man. I mean this is the kind of guy who makes real snuff movies with those who cross him as the stars. At first, he did not want to give me coke. He told me he is tired of my old holes. I get it. I have been used a lot. I wanted that coke though, so I suggested I find him something young and very tight. I am a soccer mom. I can lure away any girl easily. I had his attention then. I have some rage inside me too, so I was hoping he would let me help him torture her. I was only gone about an hour. I had no trouble finding a little slut with tight holes. He was happy with my selection. I held her down so he could fuck her. There was a lot of blood. No doubt, she was a virgin. I sat her face and made her eat my asshole while he fucked her bloody cunt. She was a fighter. But she was no match for us. I mean I wanted coke. I would have slit her throat myself for his coke. He made a snuff flick and a teen rape porn video, and I helped. She was just a little high school tramp anyway. One of those are born every minute. She is replaceable. I got my coke, and my dealer got some tight young pussy.
Gangbang Rape Porn Sacrifice on Halloween
Gangbang rape porn may not have been part of Halloween’s origins, but it seems to be a ritual for me. This guy kidnapped me from the mall parking lot. He told me he was a Druid and that he had to make a human sacrifice to cleanse his soul and gain favor with the gods. He was talking nonsense to me. I thought a Druid was some fictional thing in the Halloween movies. He was telling me about the origins of Halloween and the tradition of sacrifices while I was bound and gagged in the back seat of his car. It seemed like we drove forever. Honestly, I almost pissed myself in the back of his car it was taking so long to get wherever he was taking me. I had no idea what to expect. I was scared.
We ended up in some remote place in the woods. Some shack was glowing with a low watt orange light. He dragged me like a side of beef into the cabin where other men in robes were waiting for me. I was going to be the star of some Druid freak show gangbang rape porn. Men in scary masks and cloaks, started pawing at me and chanting some medieval song as they shoved their cocks violently in all my holes. I had cocks in my ass, my mouth and pussy. I was screaming, but they were chanting this creepy song that was not even in English. I thought Latin, but these monsters were likely singing in some ancient Druid language. I was in a living nightmare. These men were violently fucking me. I knew I would die once they were done fucking me. I tried to make them enjoy fucking me so they would not stop. Oil lamps were illuminating the cabin, but it was too dark still to see their faces well. Plus, they had strange white masks on their faces with symbols in black.
I was part of some ancient Halloween ritual. They saw me as nothing but a sacrifice. I was going to die because some wacko and his cult thought I was a good enough sacrifice to cleanse their souls. I started fighting more. I was not going to be their gangbang rape porn sacrifice without a fight. I started kicking and screaming. I managed to knock over an oil lamp which caught the shack on fire. These freaky Druids started screaming and frantically trying to put out the fire. In the chaos, I escaped through the woods, naked and cold. I was bound, but I freed myself. Fuck those Druid freaks and their human sacrifice mumbo jumbo. I was not dying. At least not this Halloween.
Snuff Sex Devil’s Night Ritual
The Devil’s Night is upon us and so are the millions of rituals that will happen around the World. In my little cul-de-sac of the cities edge is where a snuff sex ritual will be enacted. Unwilling victims of sacrifice as I look on and laugh.
It’s my pleasure to fuck the one that gets most brutal with the fuck bait. Last year was super demented and special. We filmed it, and it was memorable. I have a still of the action and of me watching on as I shared the scenes with my Internet channel of sadistic craving followers.
Truth is, I have my own little sex cult of sinners. We get deranged and I fucking get off on it. We have viewing parties and then there are initiation parties. The initiation ones are my favorite. Guess that is due to the depraved shit that happens.
Last year I was dressed as my glorious Blood Countess self, and had my killer clown Uncle Sam at my side. I love to hunt on All Hollow’s eve as Brats and parents beg for poison and dress up in costumes. We will find our prime suspects and stalk them to the second we get a chance to have them wander down my street.
The black van with black lights is waiting at dead man’s end. That is where Uncle Sam Clown got his first victim. A girl in a lolita costume snuck down to pee in the woods. Uncle Sam Clown was over excited and grabbed her.
Torture Sex Halloween Party Almost Killed Me
It was a torture sex Halloween party for me. This woman I know invited me to a costume party. She is a fellow soccer mom with a monkey on her back like me. We party together often. I did not think anything about the invite. We are friends. I should have thought twice because the bitch set me up for a free fix. I likely would have done the same. There was no party. Just two sick dykes who wanted to torture me for some sort of macabre live stream. Would not be the first time someone has done that to me. Likely, will not be the last either. I am a pain slut, but women torture me worse than any man. I mean I would almost rather die in a snuff porn than endure torture at the hands of two mean dykes. They had the biggest cattle prods I have ever seen. They kept shocking me until I was pissing myself everywhere. I mean I had piss spraying out my cunt because of the intensity of the prod. To make it more amusing for them, they doused me in water so that it was more like being electrocuted than shocked. My entire body would shake and convulse. Each shock, they kicked up the voltage until I could smell my burnt hair. The lesbos were laughing and telling me I was their cash cow for the night. My friend could not even look me in the eye. She saw the pain on my face. She knew I was enduring more than the usual amounts of pain. I was crying, shaking, and pissing from the continual shock waves pulsating through my run-down body. I could hear the Bitcoin pledges and with every ding, came stronger currents. These bitches came close to killing me with their torture phone sex techniques. I almost died. I did not even get any coke out of it. My ex-friend got all the coke. Now I need to plot my revenge on the cunt. Payback is a bitch and so is she.
Accomplice Phone Sex: I Take the Risks and You Have the Fun
Accomplice phone sex is my jam. Honestly, I love helping men with their rape fantasies. Now, is the perfect time to find a victim too. This week of Halloween, you can dress in disguise and hide who you are. Johnny and I went hunting for young girls the other night. We dressed up as a couple with brats and joined in on the local trunk and treat event to check out the young talent. When Johnny found one he liked, I stalked her to find out where she lives, who she hangs with and her habits. He wanted to fuck this little slut so bad, it was all I could do to keep him at bay until I could hatch a plan. If it was not for me, he might have gone to jail Friday night for exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. He needs me. You need me too. I take the risks, do the planning so I can protect you. I sped up the process because Johnny wanted this little slut so bad. I surprised him last night with her. I kidnapped and drugged her. She was still out cold when I hand delivered her to his bed. I was like a cat who caught the mouse and was so proud I dropped it on his pillow. He had an immediate boner. I told him this one could not be returned, so we had to use her well. He had a better idea. Keep her alive in a cage in the basement and make her a permanent sex slave. I liked that idea. She was young, tight and cute. She had a few years left in her. My partner in crime tore her little cunnie and asshole up. She was a virgin. There was a blood bath as he fucked her as proof of that. She woke up while he was fucking her, but she did not have much fight in her. Now, she is living in a pink dog cage in Johnny’s basement. Naked and afraid. She is nothing but fuck meat now. I am a taboo phone sex accomplice. Who can we snatch for you?















