Category: Snuff porn

Bloody Phone Sex Gets Messy with a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fun is what I offer. You can call me a gore whore because I like it messy. Very messy. And I do not care who my victim is either. I am an equal opportunity killer. Young girls, young boys or older women and men, all bleed alike. Well, almost alike. Young blood is brighter red. And it tastes sweeter. Although I am no vampire, the taste of blood does not upset me.

I can kill quickly. But why kill quickly when you can prolong the agony? That’s the best part of any kill for me. I get off on your pain and suffering. Or our victim’s pain and suffering. Although I am a loner by nature, I enjoy killing with the right partner too. However, not all the guys who hire me have the stomach for what I do. Perhaps, they can explore their rape phone sex fantasies easier than they can murder their victim.

I Like My Victims Eviscerated Because I am a Gore Whore

I make a great accomplice because I will not let your victim live to identify you. Marc thought he could kill this young girl he fucked. He met this young girl at the mall who claimed to be 18 and down to fuck him. I did not buy his story that he did not know she was not 18. She did not look anywhere close to 18 when I kidnapped her for him. But I did not care because he paid me to get rid of his problem.

He thought he could help kill her but the simp puked at the thought of gutting her like a pig. This little cock tease likely lies to guys about her age, gets them hooked on teenage pussy then attempts to extort money from them because she is jailbait. But guess what? Today, there is one less cock teasing teen in the world. I eviscerated her. Gutted her in front of Marc. He passed out at the sight of her entrails. Pussy.

Not all men have the stomach I do. Nor do all men enjoy the torture sex as much as me. But that is why I am the perfect accomplice. I can stomach anything. The bloodier the better with me.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm. Before you deny it you know you have come for the pain. You like the stories of pain. Taking a whip to the behind of some young thing. Drawing the blood. Smell it. Tell me you don’t like it.

            There is no way you can tell me that you don’t like the pain. Punishing someone. Put their head (pick one or both) in a vice grip and cranking it until you see them bulging. Gasping, crying out in pain. Look at how hard your cock is getting. Now fantasize about fucking on top of them as they writhe in agony. Me squirting on you. Not being able to control myself with the need. Driving me to commit another atrocity so that I may get even wetter.

            You being my dupe. My accomplice in all I plan and do. Tying the up. Cuffing, whipping, spanking, you know you are behind me in all I do. Now do as your told and cum all over that crying little bitch.Fantasy phone sex

Violent Phone Sex with Me Means I’ll Be Your Punching Bag

violent phone sexAre you in the mood for violent phone sex? Many men are on and off the phone. The holidays bring out the worst in most of us. And some men just need a punching bag. Of course, I understand that some men need a punching bag year round like my stepson. I am here for the part-time and full-time abusers. It is the life of a druggy whore.

Soccer mom by day and punching bag by night. That’s the story of my life. Although I am a pain slut, sometimes guys take it too far. But I never have any say in it. I do it for free coke no matter what the cost to me. James got rough Friday night. I can barely move still. My husband thinks I fell down the basement stairs doing laundry. I needed to explain the bruises somehow that would not draw his suspicion.

Although I love my husband, he does not know me at all. He thinks I am a soccer mom. I am that, but I am a druggy whore more than anything. James knows I am a druggy whore. And he knows I will do anything for coke. So, he baited me to his place to party. I was not thinking snuff sex. All that was on my mind was cocaine. Mommy’s little helper, LOL.

You Can Do Anything To Me for Coke, Anything

You would think I would learn by now. I mean coke takes me down the darkest allies in the world. However, I know James. We party together often. He’s never laid a hand on me. Of course, we fuck. But he has never hit me. That all changed Friday night. I said something he misunderstood. Hell, I still do not know what I said. But it pissed him off and like a powder keg, he exploded.

With one wrong comment, I became his punching bag. And once he got a taste for beating up someone who would not fight back, he wanted more. I curled up like a ball on the floor, but he kept punching me and kicking me too. He told me it felt cathartic. So, he got out all his pent-up anger at the world on me. He compensated me with more coke. But this taboo phone sex whore feels like a truck ran over her two days later.  The things I do for drugs.

Bloody Mess For a Pretty Girl

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex became so real for me. I never believed in superstitions and was always one to laugh when told to “not split the pole” or some dumb shit. So, when people mention bad luck, I was not worried that today would be the worst day of my life. Fortunately, Sir wanted to ensure that I was as miserable and uncomfortable as possible. It began with the normal spanking and nipple pinching but then things got scary. He hog tied me to a pole in his basement boiler room and unrolled an extensive torture kit. It yielded knives, scissors, a scalpel, and other crap to cut me open and mutilate me with. He began by tearing taking a firm grasp of my nipples and stretching them as far as they could go. Before I could scream, with the quick flick of the scalpel, he sliced my nipple clean off of my chest. I screamed in agony as he cut off the other one and blood trickled down my abdomen. I watched him toss each nipple into a bucket of ice to ensure an augmentation would be able to get them sewn back on. He stuck his finger in the open wounds and jammed the bloody fingers into my mouth. The gagging from the strong copper taste was nowhere near enough to deflect the pain from having a paring knife jammed into my groin. I thought I was going to faint from having to hold the screams in… “it’s okay Nigger, you can cry if you want”. Massive tears ran down my cheeks as I begged Sir to stop. He pushed the knife in deeper and twisted it a complete 360 degrees before cutting me down and saying, “take yourself to the hospital bitch… and clean up”. The whole cab ride I held the bucket of ice with my nipples in it close to my chest. I cried for I knew that I’d never forget how this Saturday night turned in to a bloody mess.

 

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Can Cum True with the Right Partner

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex. In fact, the more extreme a call gets, the wetter my cunt becomes. When I think about it, it seems weird to me sometimes the things that make me cum. My girlfriends do not know about my dark side. Although they do no I ran away as a teen girl because of my father’s abuse. And they know I got into the adult industry because a girl with no education still needs to eat.

But they do not know about my side gig helping perverts like you explore your dark fantasies too. And I do not plan on telling them. Nor do I plan on giving up my dangerous yet profitable accomplice gig. My friends see I am living more lavishly than before but they think it is because I am a sugar baby and a stripper with wealthy patrons.

Although I do have a few rich vanilla sugar daddies, the real money is in teen rape porn. I help men make their dark fantasies a reality. And I give them a little video to remember the occasion. Charlie and I made a hot porno last night. I procured him a sweet young innocent girl. She looked so terrified too, which only makes it better. Few of my clients want a willing piece of fuck meat.

Having a Young Sex Slave in Your Basement is Smart

She did not put up a fight when I stole her from the park. I just gave her some bullshit story about knowing her dad. But I took her to Charlie instead. He will be her daddy now. He enjoyed fucking her tight little girl holes so much that he wanted to keep her. Usually, I either dump them somewhere drugged with no memory or I snuff them for the client.

But if he wanted to keep a young girl as a sex slave, I had no problem, with that. And I understood. Having a young girl in your basement in a cage for your rape phone sex fantasies whenever you want is smart. Maybe I can bring you a young girl too.

Evil phone sex with Stephanie the snuff slut

evil phone sex

I’m a freaky, evil phone sex whore and I can’t stop thinking the most fucked up thoughts. I’m looking to chat with a deviant daddy who has an innocent, little brat for me to torture and eventually snuff out. Fuck being an accomplice, I want to be the main one inflicting pain on that little bitch! Daddy doesn’t even have to get his hands dirty. He only has to get his dick wet with the juices from my whore hole! My ultimate fantasy is to have my filthy slut pussy pounded while I’m cutting his tiny fuck toy open and playing with her guts! Of course, we would start out by ripping her clothes off and tying her up with her hands behind her back and her little legs spread wide open. I’ll attach her ankles to ropes so that I can pull it tight and pop her hips out backwards. That’ll open her legs up even more for him! Daddy can stroke his big dick while I’m beating, whipping and burning his precious brat. Anything to hear those little screams that get me so excited and horny.  Her pretty, little mouth better be big enough to take her daddy’s dick or I’ll run my knife straight through those butter soft cheeks of hers and cut open a new hole for him to fuck. I’ll let him fuck her pretty face a few good times before I we ruin her pussy together. After her daddy blows a nice load in her cunnie, he can take my hot cum holes from behind. It’s going to be so hot draining her Daddy’s balls while I’m dissecting his daughter. I’ll let him reach in and grab a handful of that bitch’s intestines to wrap around tightly around my throat like some kind of leash. He’ll need something to hold on to when he’s ramming his dick all the way in to fill me with his seed. If you’re a daddy who’s willing to spare your brat for the pleasure of an evil whore, then hit me up!

Teen rape porn Decapitated slut gets fucked through her neck

Teen rape pornI have a fetish for watching older men have Sex with dead bodies… My addiction to Motherless porn has overcome me! I dream of having my youngest niece decapitated and bouncing her head on and off your cock through her exposed neck bone. She is such a bratty little twit and would make the perfect victim. Her shapeless body covered and cum and left to dry out on a clothesline is what I think about when I masturbate.

Hearing her laugh raises goosebumps on my pale skin! When she was younger I would pinch her just to make her scream while I rubbed my cunt to Teen rape porn… Now that she is older the only way I will get away with any form of abuse would be by forcing her into the back of a utility truck and driving her to her deathbed to keep her mouth shut.

I would love to see her big blue eyes roll to the back of her head as she’s screaming and pleading for mercy. Her snotty little nose is covered in slime as she hacks up saliva from nearly choking to death. I want to watch her cunt be stretched by a perverted man followed by me hitting her. Dragging my med blade down her body to remove every organ from her worthless body. Fuck, Snuff porn is what you can blame for my sick mind.

Snuff Phone Sex Line Means I am Not Your Girlfriend

snuff phone sexThis is a snuff phone sex line. Learn to read, losers. If you want the girlfriend experience, you are not on the right site. I come with a warning label that says, “Does Not Play Well with Others.” It’s true too. I am not the GFE type. Personally, I do not understand coupling or dating. I prefer to be a loner.

Even in my personal life, I do not want a boyfriend. I am a black widow. Men annoy me. People annoy me. The world annoys me. And my threshold for stupidity is low. I snap and kill. But I do not kill in the heat of the moment. That is how folks end up in prison. Like the character Dexter, I had a mentor. My grandpa. He taught me about finding a surrogate for my anger to kill. Or waiting patiently for the right moment to kill my object of hate.

Thanks to him I am a stone-cold killer phone sex bitch. He too was a killer. Perhaps, the killer gene skips a generation because my father was a simp. He couldn’t kill a bug to save his life. However his daughter on the other hand? Well, I could kill anyone. And grandpa saw the potential in me. He turned me into the perfect killing machine.

I am Not Your Girlfriend. I am Your Accomplice or Your Murderer

When I got into dark phone sex it was only because I needed a job. The does not play well with others complicated my ability to work in an office or a store. But now I do murder for hire also. That’s my bread and butter, but for you man who cannot kill for real or make your rape fantasies a reality, I am here for you still. I like to think that my brand of accomplice phone sex inspires men to do very bad things.

If you call me, you are my victim or my accomplice. There will never be any grey area in between. I am not your girlfriend. And I am not looking for romance or sex. I am looking for a bloody good time. And that can be from me cutting off your dick or us force fucking and destroying some little angel. Which are you game for today?

Torture sex Marley love making them suffer!

Torture sex

Torture Sex is so fucking hot!  I’m here to tell you about how much I love the feeling of suffocating young girls. It makes me feel alive and full of energy and I’m so good at it. I make a lot of money through it too, which is nice. It’s something that I love and I’m really passionate about.

The power I feel when I’m doing this is incredible. I’m in control and the sensations I get from making them squirm is fantastic. It’s not about the pain though. I do it purely for the pleasure and the thrill I get from it.

I also really enjoy snuff sex. It’s something that really turns me on and I love to have the power taken away from me and to be at the mercy of another. To have someone make me their helpless victim and just do whatever they want to me is an amazing feeling that I will never forget. It’s sadistic, but it’s me.

I also make a lot of money doing this kind of stuff. Some people just want to watch and pay for the privilege, some like to be active participants, and some like to have me stabbed or choked. It’s all up to them and I get paid no matter what. It’s a compromise of sorts. I get to do what I love and I get paid for it.

So if you ever want to experience the pleasure of having me take away your breath, either with Suffocation or Snuff, I’m your girl. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it and it will be well worth the money!

 

Killer Phone Sex Calls Leave Me Feeling Like It Really Happened

killer phone sexKiller phone sex calls leave me dead or most times wishing I was dead. I am an anything goes woman.  And I do mean anything including extreme torture and snuff. Billy calls me at least once a month. And I thank the powers that be it is not weekly. I know it is fantasy when a guy calls me for snuff, but he loves detailed, slow torture sessions.

Last night, I lost my limbs. But he only took a little at a time. Billy and I go back to when I first started phone sex. I reminded him of his whore mother. And he hated his mother. If you guys try to call me and I am tied up for hours, it is like Billy taking his sweet time dismembering me.

It started with a toe. Then it was a finger. And back and forth until he cut off all my fingers and toes. Just my toes and fingers were enough torture sex for me. But Billy had only just begun to enjoy our time together. He enjoys the pain and torment. The longer he can prolong both, the harder his cock gets. I cry, plead and beg for him to stop, but that only turns him on more.

Some Men Love to Prolong the Pain and Torture

He took my ears and my tongue too which was a first. Why? To prove that I am both deaf and dumb. I cried on the phone. I got so fucked up on coke that it seemed like I could feel that kind of brutal pain. Once he removed my ears and my tongue, I could not prepare myself for the pain that came next. I am a seasoned pain slut, but he used a chainsaw on my legs and arms.

And he started hacking off small parts of the limbs first. He did not just take the limb off in one motion. Not his style. He enjoys prolonging the misery. And he did. I am sure in real like he makes real snuff porn. The man seems too sadistic and too knowledgeable about dismemberment for this all to be fantasy.