Category: Taboo phone sex

Evil phone sex with Stephanie

evil phone sex

I’m still patiently waiting on the signal from Mr. B that means our evil phone sex calls can finally become a reality. He’s going across the country to hunt down the bitch that his twisted brain can’t stop obsessing about. Together we’re going to torture her and snuff out every one of her closest family members. Both of us are tired of only being able to mutilate this whore in our fantasies. Once we finally get our hands on this bitch, her mom, sister and even her little girl, there will be no end to the fucked up fun we’ll have with them. Mr. B has the same taste for blood that I do so I know that once the blade of my knife is gliding through that bitch’s flesh and I’m hand feeding him her organs, his cock is going to throb and pulse harder than it ever has. Her eyes, tongue, lips and eventually her heart will all be carved out piece by piece, chewed up and swapped back and forth. I’ll let Mr. B slurp her chewed up body parts off of my tongue while I ride his fat, stiff dick and our victims bleed out on the floor next to us.  Hurry up Master B, your snuff loving slut is ready to help you claim our victims! 

 

Ruptured and ravaged, torn apart into peices

Bloody phone sex

He was a hottie and said he loved me, treated me like gold when I normally get treated like bloody trash. I knew he had something up his plan, too nice means too dangerous, well we’ll have to see about that.

He loved to party, always got me high, drunk, then we tie each other down, play choking games while he’d romanticly slice me up my body with his sexy god damn knife. I didn’t mind a bit, my pussy would leak with lust the more and more aggressive he’d get, even bringing whore’s in with us only for us to fuck, pound, suck, play with and take our rape fantasies out on her with each other. I just love laughing, giggling, rubbing my wet tight puurrrrfect moist kitty every time I would hear that bitch whimper and moan. “Keep screaming bitch and watch what happens” he screams and I step on her face, haha!

 Bloody accomplice, covered in cum, no evidence left. 

He was an evil fuck, had no soul in his eyes and wanted to trash any evidence that could be found. With her tied up, cut, shredded, hanging, barely breathing after getting rammed in every god damn hole it was time to stuff that bitch into place that no one could see. She’s starting to scream as I hold her arms back, while choking her he shoves his cum bloody cock up her broken, torn up and raw bunghole and busted his evil nuts, blowing her ass out, bursting spooge all down her legs.

With one blow to her head, slash to her neck that was the end of the bitch. He took her down to the dungeon of hell, cut her up into pretty pussy pieces, shoved in a bag and tossed to a river.  Another slut bitch left for dead, I may be his next……

Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Torture Sex in the worst way By Monster Cocks

Torture SexI must have Victim written on my fucking forehead. Heading to a party, that I wasn’t really invited too, but my friend asked me to go with her. I dressed real Slutty Showing off my perky tits, and a tiny little mini skirt that barley covered my freshly shaven snatch. I never knew torture sex awaited me. As soon as Kendra and I got inside, I knew it was going to be a fucked up situation.

There stood atleast 20 fucking guys, all drinking and acting like pigs. Showing their asses, Cocks, and tea bagging eachother. Kendra and I, The only tits in the whole fucking room. I immediately found the liquor.

“What the fuck are we doing here Kendra?” I questioned as I poured myself a solo cup full of fucking bootleggers blue raz. ” See that guy over there, The one with the mullet, I Like him so much and he invited me to come, so I brought you Be thankful”

Fucking Bitch, Kendra clearly didn’t realize, we were the only fucking girls at this college party.

Then the Bullshit started. I just wasn’t in the mood. Drunk college guys hitting on me, grabbing my tits and ass. One even pulled up My skirt. All while Kendra melted over a stupid guy.

I was ready to go home. So I started to leave and I was stopped. A Plastic bag placed over my head and pulled tight. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe and I thought This was it, I was going to die. I was dragged down to the floor. My Skirt ripped, and Panties Torn. Without any warning, I felt one of the biggest cocks enter me. Hard and Dry. His dick forced it’s was inside my pussy Ripping the flesh of my walls. He fucked me So Rough. I tried to scream, but I was losing air, and just when I thought I would pass out from the lack of breath or the fucking pain.

A Hole was poked in the bag.

Breathing so deep, and screaming out the exhale. I was getting pounded as I was held to the floor, heavy ass knees locked down on my shoulders and my arms pinned.

” If she didn’t like it she wouldn’t be so fucking wet” He spewed to his buddies.

“Im next”

Oh My God. It must have been a fucking requirement to pledge this house to have a Monster dick. The next cock was even fatter. He fucked me deep and hard. I Looked for Kendra, and she was in the corner, with mullet fuck, Just letting this shit happen to me. I realized It didn’t matter if I screamed.

A Cock Shoved In My Mouth, Then Lifted to ride a big fucker, and a dick shoved in my ass. I was getting the roughest orgy of my life. I Just let it happen…

Turns out there was a requirement to pledge that fraternity. It was to get a dumb fucking bitch to come be a cum dump for the boys. I was Kendras fucking Key to the Mullet fucks Adoration.

Fucking Cunt

 

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored in Dingy Spaces

rape phone sex fantasiesMen have rape phone sex fantasies. And I cannot escape those fantasies. Every time I meet a stranger, especially a younger one, he seems hell bent on fucking me like a whore. And usually, I find myself powerless in those situations. So, I let the men do whatever they want to me. It’s a matter of survival. And I have learned that it’s best to just take your punishment regardless if you think you deserve it or not.

Saturday night, I went barhopping. And although I’m not a big drinker, I find that most of the blue collar guys in these dive bars, share their coke and weed with me. For the most part, the blue collar guys don’t harm me. But this one bar I went to did not appear to be the dive bar I expected.

When I walked in, I only saw yuppie types. Men in suits drinking hipster beer like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Gross. That beer has been around since I was a little girl, and I think it tastes just as nasty. I’d rather drink bong water.

But since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time. These yuppie type men looked at me like a piece of candy, and they hadn’t eaten in days. I think they wanted to fight over who fucked me first. Also, I think they assumed that because I came alone, I must be looking to get fucked. But I walked into that bar to get high not to get fucked.

I’m Always in The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Even though I could feel all those suit and tie guys checking me out, I sat at the bar and drank a glass of boxed wine before heading home. But somebody pulled me off the barstool and dragged me across the bar. They tossed me on top of the pool table. This almost felt like bad movie scene. A bad porn movie scene. It felt like whoever pulled me across the bar had such a good grip on my hair that I would lose some hair.

The night became a blur to me. I think the bartender put something in my drink. Maybe this place worked like that. Men tip the bartender heavily to drug a female patron’s drink, and then when the drug kicks in they gang bang her in the back of the bar. I did not go to that bar to be a gangbang rape porn star. But unfortunately, it’s me. Wherever I go men, feel the need to take advantage of me. But this night I only drank a couple glasses of shitty boxed wine. And that would not help me with what these men did to me.

Men Love to Force Fuck Me in Dingy Little Spaces

On that pool table, they fucked me not only with their cocks. But they also used pool sticks and beer bottles and their own fists to fuck my pussy and ass. Most of the night seems to be a big blur to me. But I still have a gaped ass that’s partially prolapsed, a swollen cunt, and lots of bruises on my body. It’s never the men you suspect of being capable of such violence against a woman. I guess I better stick to the dive bars I know and stay away from yuppie bars. Apparently, those boys fell nothing but rage, especially for a redheaded milf like me.

Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.

Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.

And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.

Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes

But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.

Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.

I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture

I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.

Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.

I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.

Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Accomplice phone sex whore has a cute little sacrifice

Accomplice phone sex whore got a new baby to break in – a cute little sacrifice named Anna. This feisty teen slut was wandering the streets, tempting doom, when I swooped in and claimed her as my own. I told her I’d be her mommy. She lapped it up like the hungry bitch she is, promising to be good and obey my every command. Accomplice phone sexBut Anna’s been a naughty girl, refusing to take cock like a proper whore. It’s time for her to learn her place, and I’ve got the perfect training grounds, our snuff films. Since our last little porn star got too broken to use, we need another one anyway. It’s not like anyone is going to look for Anna; she is free to use and abuse!
But I need my accomplice Daddy, to hold her accountable and give her the meanest Torture sex! Anna’s going to be our star pupil. I’m going to mold her into a porn princess, and you’ll make sure she suffers by cock every second! She’ll scream and cry, but in the end, she’s just meat, so if she is going to be a problem, we’ll end her at the end of our porno!
I’ll make her drink down your cum until it’s coming out of her nose, and she is choking on it! When I’m done with her, every inch of her skin will be marked with the scars of her degradation. If she is lucky, she’ll be a living fuck doll, used to take primal cock beatings! A piece of smutty art, a demonstration of my deviant genius.

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex My slutty holes just love having violent phone sex, where I know all over with be hurt and sore. The anticipation building up not knowing where you’ll punish me next. Any and all the abuse you’re willing to give these fuck holes, gape and rip them with your fat cock. While I squirm and struggle with you stretching me making me drip everywhere. While I become addicted to each slap, spank, and cuts all over me. 

Yesterday I got to really be tortured, having him catch me in an alley on my way home. He had been watching my everyday routine seeing where I walked every day. He had gone up to talk to me, but I had been on my way to work and was in a rush, so I didn’t to talk to him. This just made him want me to suffer and be taught some manners. 

On my way home this time I could hear footsteps following behind me. Really close and getting closer, so I started walking a little fast and they did too. I looked back and it was him, with a big smirk on his face.  I turn to talk to him, but he just rolls his eyes so i keep walking. When I was about to pass by an alley, I felt someone grab my hair and drag me right into the dark alley. 

Throwing me to the ground saying now you’re going be such a good worthless cock sleeve. Bitches like you need to be punished and taught how to behave. He spat in my face and slapped me so hard I fell back down onto the ground. I see him taking off his belt, when I went to say something, he smacks me in the face with his best hard. I could feel the sting it had left behind he pushed me onto the ground again, hitting me hard all over with his leather belt. Marks all over me from the hard blows from the belt. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to get on all fours. My hands and knees on the concrete like I was a little dog touching the dirty floor. He took a knife out of his pocket and runs it along my back, cutting the clothes I still had on off. Leaving me in just my bra and panties. He took my panties and ripped them with his hands, with my fuck holes in the air and ready to be punished.