Category: Taboo phone sex

Heart Beats Are Overrated; Bloody Phone Sex Snuff

Bloody Phone SexIf you think I make up all the tales I tell during our bloody phone sex, think again. I’m a sadistic demon who craves the taste of fresh blood in my mouth. If you ask me, a heart beat is just overrated which is probably why I enjoy flat lining so many pathetic lives.

This week, I ghosted around the hospital targeting the cardiovascular floor. I stalk the halls, looking for inattentive nurses. Once I cause a bitch to code, I run through all the nasty bodies I chose quickly. 

I started with a young girl who had just received some reconstructive heart surgery. As I shut her soundproof door behind me, the wicked grin covered my face like her blood soon would. I was going to do some reconstruction of my own. Approaching her bed, I shot a double dose of morphine up her IV line, and then pulled out my sweet surgical steel scalpel.

I cut each and every one of her stitches: Pop! Pop! Pop! This would surely become a bloody story. The blood started to well up, dribbling down like the tears her pathetic parents would cry. I took my sweet, sadistic time busting the little bitch open. When I was all done, I shot up a double dose of adrenaline, pressed the “nurse call” button, and slipped from the room. The nurse went in, and I watched from the doorway as the young whore shot up in bed as the adrenaline hit her heart, causing that organ to burst from her chest and explode in a disgusting display of gore. 

The nurse was in shock, and I got so wet knowing she would never recover from this. The next room I chose, knowing it too would become something I talked about during my bloody sex, was a handsome football quarterback who had been experiencing some chest pains. I had chosen him special. He was partial to nose candy, so I sweetly offered him a couple of lines. I had mixed them with baking soda and fentanyl. The stupid fuck did four lines before lying back.

I hid in his closet as I watched his pupils dilate, and his heart monitor skyrocket! His blood pressure and heart rate were going crazy. He started to seize just as they called a code for a crash cart. Official cause of death? His heart exploded. 

Heart beats are overrated and I get soaking wet when I stop them for good.

Torture Phone Sex

Man’s Best Friend

Taboo phone sexI know that I am a whore and I know that some people think the things I am willing to do are filthy and nasty. But they don’t know how erotic it is to be owned and dominated by a man.

Did you ever wonder why fido is man’s best friend? It’s because he knows the mutt is loyal and worships him, and that’s what I do. I worship my owner.

And if my owner tells me to worship his four legged bestie, I do!

His little furry friend has needs and my owner does not want a whole bunch of little ones messing up his perfect world. So when his best friend starts getting a little hump happy, my owner orders me to take care of it!

He gets so much pleasure out of watching me suck on fido’s cock! And the furry guy likes it to! He always rewards me with a nice fucking in his traditional four legged style!

I love the way he munches my kitty just before he climbs on my back! And the  bloody scratches and grunting just makes me want to back my fuck hole harder into it!

The best part…and this is our little secret…the swelling of that fido cock after he fills my cunt with all his bastard batter, sends my cunt into tantrums! I know he is plugging up my cream pie so all his little swimmers find a home, but I haven’t found a man yet that gets thicker and harder after he comes and plugs that whole up the way that mutt can!

 

Waiting for his return

Kidnapping phone sex

 

It has been a few days, or at least I think it has been. In this dark lonely basement, I really can’t tell time. No windows, no light, no sounds except my whimpers, a rusty pipe dripping and maybe even something crawling. I’m not sure if I appreciate the time away. He’s been gone a few days now, my poor swollen pussy thanks him, but I also have this pit of fear in my stomach. I fear what is to come. Will things be worse since he’s been gone so long? Maybe he has another victim somewhere and is just giving my abused pussy a break. I just worry what he will do when he comes back. Will I be punished even more? Will he be alone? Will all my holes be filled? Will I cry again and beg for mercy? Will he laugh at me like he always does, especially at my pathetic attempts to beg my way home?  I don’t know what is to come and there is nothing I can do about it, except sit here in anticipation. Waiting for my kidnapper to return. 

Anal Torture Sex with Two Louisville Sluggers

torture sexWhen you are an anal torture sex whore, you are used to large things in your ass. The largest and weirdest thing anyone put up my ass was a baseball bat. Now, a baseball bat might not sound that weird to you, but it was not one bat, but two Louisville Sluggers up my ass at once. The thicker base end is what she put up my ass first, not the handle. Yes, I said she. It was payback. I had fucked her man, just because I could. I know it was like a country western song. Well, being a cocky bitch, I assumed she had no clue I fucked her boyfriend for a week while she was out of town. When I saw her at this club, I bought her a drink. She set me up. She was there for revenge. She drugged me and I woke up in some dark and damp basement, spread eagle, bound and gagged. I am a seasoned anal torture sex slave. I mean I have had 15-inch black cocks in my asshole as well as fists. I did not think she could do anything to me worse than what had already been done to me in the past. I was wrong. I should not have underestimated a woman scorned. Instead of taking a Louisville slugger to both taillights, she took two Louisville Sluggers to my asshole. No lube of course. She double deckered them and rammed them inside me like you would spear a pig about to be roasted over an open flame. She was calling me a whore and cunt the entire time too. Her goal was to ruin my asshole. She wanted to ruin my pussy too.  Since her boyfriend fucked my ass for a week because she does not give up the booty, however, her focus was on destroying my ass with two baseball bats so he would never fuck my ass again. I have had my share of anal torture sex in the past, but this was it. I was done. I was ruined. I never felt pain like that before. She scrambled my insides, prolapsed my ass and left me bleeding and shitting all over the floor. She got her revenge.

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Young Girl Murder Cases Make for the Evil Phone Sex

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Lets talk about the hottest evil phone sex roleplays, shall we? You do a internet search of young slut, excuse me victims and and how they were kidnapped and made into little rape fantasy harlots and them killed in the most graphic ways. There is one that has just been making my pussy gush lately. My online boyfriend Scott and I go over every sordid detail we can find. The girl, who you know I can’t name here but was in headlines a couple years back was a sweet young thing walking home from school.

A 19 year old woman took her with the help of her boyfriend. They drove her to the woods and the female accomplice escorted her to pee and her boyfriend called her a pussy and said that she wouldn’t kill the girl. After he had fucked her so ruthlessly and even had the nerve to make the female helper hit her over the head with a hammer.

All I can think about is getting that fuck slut into my grasp and drinking her pee and helping to force her holes open for my boyfriend Scott. I would even give him our piss and make snuff movies he could jerk off to after they found the young one deep in the woods discarded like a used condom!

Snuff Sex Is All I Need

Snuff SexMen come and go, but they’re always the same. They want me to like them, listen to how their day was, make them dinner, and then suck their cocks. I’m not here for that servitude bullshit. I love snuff sex only, so if you can’t kill with me or be my accomplice, well you can fuck right off! I don’t care about your cock unless we’ve already taken a victim. I love to taste first blood. If you want to impress me on our first date, bring me a hot young sack of meat to violate, mutilate, and carve up like a Thanksgiving Turkey or a Christmas Ham.

I know I’m a sexy, young ghoul and maybe you can’t help yourself. What if I carve you up instead? I can peel your skin off strip by strip, and masturbate with your blood as the lube to my demon dildo. Or, I can saw off your limbs and shove them deep inside your asshole! Do you want to choke on your own cock? Or do you want to cut off pathetic cocks with me, and relish in the high of the hunt?

Knife Play Phone Sex for My Weapon of Choice

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex because knives are my weapon of choice. There are so many more uses for a knife than any other weapon. Plus, knives take skill. Anyone with semi-decent aim can shoot a person and kill him or her instantly. Where is the fun in that though? I like the hunt. I enjoy the kill. To fully enjoy any kill, I need it to be prolonged. A bullet to the head and he or she is dead. A knife wound though, well that can take an eternity to bring your victim to his or her demise. Knives have many more uses too. That is why they are my first choice when it comes to weapons of destruction. Knife play phone sex is my favorite for a reason. So many more ways to kill, maim and torture. A gun, not so much variety. I guess you could hit some one in the head with the gun and you could shoot some non-fatal areas like feet and arms to drag out the pain. If you want your victim to endure pain for hours, even days, a knife should be your weapon of choice too. Let me tell you about my victims this week. I was an equal opportunity killer. I killed a young cunt and a 40 something year old predator. Let us start with the girl. She was a young cock tease. She looked like one of those beauty pageant girls. I called her Little Miss Sunshine. She did not look so good once I was done with her because I used my knives to destroy her body. I carved her flesh. I stabbed her cunt. I slit her wrists. I cut off her beautiful blonde locks she was so proud of. I bloodied her little body. Pure torture with a variety of knives. She screamed for hours. And once she died, I used a big ass knife to decapitate her and dismember her little limbs. Now, for the old pervert. I used my weapon of choice to castrate him. I took his balls first then I cut his entire body. Little slits in his flesh head to toe. Then, I coated his body in honey and left him outside for the animals to eat alive. Knife play phone sex is just so much more fun than any other weapon. I love my knives. Knives make torture and murder more fun and turn killing into an art form. What is your weapon of choice and who is your victim of choice?

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Fantasy Phone Sex for National Frankenstein Day

fantasy Phone sexI often do fantasy phone sex and fantasy photo shoots. Men love to think of me as all sorts of things. I do cosplay shoots and festivals. Lately, I have not had many requests, but I did my first fantasy photo shoot in ages over the weekend. I have been a witch and I have been a vampire. This was the first time I got to be a sexy Bride of Frankenstein. Why? Because it was National Frankenstein Day. I know, right? You had no clue there was such a day either. I love monsters. I have been a huge fan of the old school horror movies like Dracula, The Werewolf, The Creature from The Black Lagoon and of course, Frankenstein. Honestly, if I did not need the money to buy coke, this would have been one fantasy phone sex shoot I did for free. Everything seemed legit. There was a set with lots of crew members. I had a stylist and wardrobe assistant. A check was cut for me for the photo shoot. Things took a creepy turn, however, when I met my Frankenstein. He was a giant. I kept thinking he was not an actor but maybe some real-life monster. I could not see a mask or makeup. Just a good makeup artist, I assumed. I mean the monsters of movies are fictional, right? I tried to forget the weird feeling I had in my gut. I just focused on my payday. My Frankenstein did not speak to me. He just grunted. He was really in character for National Frankenstein Day. I thought it was a photo shoot, but I saw a film camera. When I heard the director yell, “Go,” I was confused at what to do. My Frankenstein knew what to do, however. He scooped me up and took me to a dirty mattress on the floor. He force fucked me. His cock was monstrous big. I was screaming as it felt like two feet of thick cock was crammed up my cunt. I could feel his monster dick in my belly. I was bleeding. I was pissing myself. This was not what I signed up for. This was not a fantasy phone sex photo shoot. This was a snuff film and I was duped into it. I still do not know if this was some dude deep into character or a real-life Frankenstein force fucking my holes. I got paid, but I got gaped and destroyed too.

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Roasted to perfection

taboo phone sexI found a sweet little innocent girl to feed my most taboo fantasy and she was delicious. My friend and I share a love for tender young flesh and this little whore was perfect. She was a little plump and young enough that the meat wouldn’t be tough. She was so scared, all that fear would season the meat too so I made the fear last as long as possible. We shaved her and cleaned her before my friend took advantage of all those tender little fuck holes. She was screaming her head off the whole time but that only made his dick harder. When he finished fucking her we oiled her up and tied her up with butcher’s twine and popped her in the oven. She roasted slowly for hours before she finally died, and when we finally served her up the meat was so tender and flavorful. I even made a little to go box up so that I could leave a delicious meal at her parents house. I hope they like the way their daughter tastes.

All Tied Up

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He was alone this time. He had me tied in multiple places. My legs were spread open to where I couldn’t close my legs. My arms stretched out and tied to the ceiling. He said he was going to gag me but then changed his mind. He says he loves hearing me scream and cry when he is shoving his hard cock deep inside of me. He really loves it when I beg for mercy. I beg him for no more. I don’t know how much more my poor abused pussy can take. I don’t even know how long I have been here. The days run together and I have no sense of time. It’s nothing but darkness in this basement. I’ve pretty much forgotten what the sun looks like or feels like on my skin. I just hope as long as I keep him cumming and be a good girl, that maybe one day, I might get to go home.