Bloody phone sex has my tender ass burning from the intense whipping I got today. I don’t just get a light spanking but a wave of agony across my entire body. He starts with the sharp cracks of the leather against my flesh. Each swing has the Master’s full force behind it. It doesn’t take long to break my skin. Master gets really hard when he makes me bleed.
It was hard to submit at first to such brutal, degrading acts, but the longer he kept me around, the more I realized how lucky I was to be there. A lot of girls like me end up leaving in a body bag after he’s done. I am so used to being filled with terror and revulsion that now I get wet at being his Torture sex slave.
The first strike always stings the most, and the last tells me it’s time for Master to fuck my ass. He’ll coat his hard cock in my blood and use it for anal lube. It’s warm, but it’s so sticky that it creates a friction that I can’t help but scream in pain. I’m lucky my screams and pleas turn him on, or I probably wouldn’t be alive right now. I think the best part of the whole thing is when I get to suck his dick clean. I make sure there is no blood or anything else inside. It shows him how useful I am to keep around!
Category: Taboo phone sex
Bloody phone sex makes my cute ass suffer
Torture Sex is More Enjoyable with a Female Friend
Torture sex can be so much fun with the right partner. And over the weekend I met this girl at a bar. She looked like a trailer trash slut, but I still found her hot. Some guy at the bar appeared to be obsessed with her. He wouldn’t leave her alone. So, I stepped in and acted like her girlfriend and told him to get lost.
But then he just started harassing us both. I was a little pissed off at the bar staff because they wouldn’t do anything to get rid of the guy. I asked some questions and discovered the guy harassing her owns the property. So, the bar’s landlord essentially.
Well, that does not mean he can get away with harassing women. So, I hatched a plan with my new friend. I told her he likely rents his space out to bars so for easy access to drunk women. He’s a predator. My father was a predator. So, I know something about identifying who don’t deserve their balls.
I don’t know what drew me to her, but I found her fucking hot. I wanted to see if her mind matched mine. So, I told her we should invite him back to my place for some castration phone sex torture. Because a man like him will keep preying on women. And one day he’ll prey on women not strong enough to fight him. But I don’t fight fairly. I drugged him.
Some Men Refuse to Take No for an Answer
I’m never travel without roofies. Since the drug takes about an hour to work, I put it in the last shot and suggested we go back to my place. This poor guy thought he would be banging two women. When the drug kicked in and our predator became incapacitated, we stripped him naked and tied him spread eagle to my dining room table.
But my new friend had brought a big knife. Apparently, she goes to bars acting drunk and waits for the predators to come out of the woodwork. She already planned something before she even knew I had something planned too. Perhaps I prefer to let the pain linger. Torture him longer. But he harassed her more than he harassed me, so I let her run the show.
She sliced his balls off. Although he still appeared passed out when she did that, he quickly woke up. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost a high pitch, shrill woman’s voice. But I guess losing your testicles to a sharp blade might do that. I think she’s done this before.
Meeting Women with Equally Sick Minds Turns Me On
He bled everywhere. She started yelling at him telling him women don’t exist for his pleasure. And in that moment, I wanted to fuck her so bad. So, we fucked on the floor in his blood. He laid above us on my dining room table still screaming and crying like a little bitch boy.
This might be the first time I fucked in somebody else’s blood. But I found eating her pussy and tasting his blood at the same time hot. For a moment, I felt like a vampire. A sadistic phone sex vampire. Eventually, we cauterized his wound and dumped his body in an alley. It would look like he tried to sexually assault some woman, but she wasn’t having it. We neutered a predator and became friends. A great Friday night.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mature Women are Common
Most men have rape phone sex fantasies for women. And I’m not talking just about young girls. Plenty of men have those fantasies for mommy or a sexy mature woman in general. And Lord knows I’ve let plenty of men simulate force fucking me to score some coke or to score some money to get coke. Some men like my stepson really do it. It’s not like I’m saying no though because I need a fix. But men like my stepson scare me because they get so violent with me that I’m left battered and sometimes even with broken bones.
This new guy in my life lives nearby. This guy, I would never want to know where I live, but there’s no way around it because he lives two doors down. Our first official encounter he popped by to introduce himself. But once I let him inside, he pushed me to the ground and fucked me.
He told me I asked for it by walking the dog past his place in little booty shorts. But I never wear booty shorts. He just tried to justify his actions. And I’ve tried to avoid him ever since. But last night he must’ve watched as my husband and son left for the football game. I’m getting over Covid so I couldn’t go to the game.
But apparently, he waited until my family left for the game like they do every Friday night just without me this time. While my boys played ball, our neighbor turned me into his private ass rape porn star.
My New Neighbor is Blackmailing Me So He Can Do Whatever He Wants to Me
And he didn’t even do me the solid of using any lube. He went in and raw dogged my ass. I tried to tell him he might get sick, but he didn’t care. Perhaps he thought it was worth the risk to give me a hardcore ass fucking in my own home while my family enjoyed Friday night lights.
But I did not scream. Although I wanted to, I really didn’t want other neighbors to know what he does to me. He knows about my cocaine habits. And essentially, he’s blackmailing me. If I tell anybody about what he does to me, he will tell my husband about my cocaine use. And I fear my husband might leave me.
My boys know I’m fond of little white lines. But they prefer to fuck me when I’m high. So, I know they will keep my dirty secrets. But my nosy neighbor started spying on me and realized he could keep me quiet while having fun with my fuck holes.
I pretended to be asleep when my family came home. With me being sick my husband doesn’t ask too many questions. Good thing I sleep in the guestroom until I’m over COVID because this guy fucked my ass so hard and so raw that I woke up to bloody phone sex sheets this morning.
I would’ve played it off that I got my period or something if my husband noticed. Or maybe a bloody nose. But I don’t think I could’ve explained how I got a bloody ass. Not sure what to do. Maybe I need to hire somebody to kill my new neighbor. Because he’s making my life hell.
Snuff Movies are Hotter to Make Than Watch
October is the perfect time to make snuff movies and chill. Notice I didn’t say watch them but make them. Sure, I can watch a lot of hardcore snuff flicks, but I find it more fun to make snuff flicks. To capture that raw fear of your victim on film feels exhilarating. Until you’ve made your first kill, you never realize the way it makes you feel all powerful. I love that feeling. Although a lot of people might say I have no conscience, I argue just the opposite. I only kill people who deserve to die. Not my fault that is a lot of people.
I don’t want to get political because I’m not sure that politics has much to do with people being jackasses. But I do believe people feel emboldened to act like fools. And when they cross my path, they die. The buck stops here.
On a few occasions, somebody hired me to kill somebody for no reason. And the victim I ended up saving and killing the person who hired me instead. That doesn’t happen often. Usually, people hire me to kill a problem for them. And that problem might be a pervert or maybe a gold digger or extortionist or blackmailer or just a crazy bitch.
Charlie hired me for killer phone sex. He wanted to kill this little bitch from the neighborhood. And he made her sound like an evil bitch. But since I always stalk my prey and gather my own Intel before completing an assignment, I quickly learned that he only wanted her dead because she rejected him.
Although I am a Stone Cold Killer, I Have My Own Form of Moral Compass
And he’s about 40 years older than this girl. I can’t just kill a girl because she told you no. Grow a fucking pair of balls you pussy. I don’t condone incel behavior. As a woman I know we don’t owe you jack fucking shit. If we don’t want to go out with you or we don’t want to fuck you, find somebody who will. And don’t act like women exist for you.
Although I did kidnap the girl, she lived. And Charlie died. In my usual fashion, I let the girl help me kill the very man who wanted her dead. It’s an important lesson for everyone to learn, but sometimes you just need to kill a man like Charlie.
She did not hesitate after I showed her encrypted messages between him and me talking about wanting her dead. And her only crime seemed to be telling him she did not want to go out on a date. The girl told me she had just turned 18. So, I suspect he asked her out before that birthday, making it even more perverted, because this guy just turned 63. Never been married either. No surprise there.
I Love Turning a Victim into My Ingenue
Well, he will not make his 64th birthday. I taught the girl who rejected him how to make a man suffer. And I gave her several knives so she could experiment with torture. And I witnessed the change in her face when she plunged a knife deep into his gut. Hearing his insides slush around like that, plus hearing his screams no doubt got her pussy wet.
The death of a predator or somebody who means you harm feels intoxicating. You get hooked. And you want more. After that first knife plunge, she upped the torture sex quota. She sliced his dick off. I’m not talking about castration. She removed the entire dick. Leaving him with a little bloody stump to pee from. And of course, his balls, which I assume seem even more worthless now.
I told you I have a conscience. Although I do love to kill and I kill every chance I get, I’m not just going to kill some bitch for no good reason. And I don’t consider being butt hurt over rejection a proper reason to kill a young girl. I’m sort of a vigilante. But I’m part mercenary too. I do kill for money all the time. But normally, I’m killing because of some form of self-preservation for my client.
This dude just seemed butt hurt because a girl way too young for him said no to him. And I can’t allow that level of misogynistic behavior to continue. So, we flipped the script, and the victim became my sadistic accomplice. I even helped her dispose of the body. I think I might have a new ingenue.
I Make Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Come True
Violent phone sex fantasies I consider in my wheelhouse. As a sexy switch, I cater to all sorts of wicked fantasies. I can be your accomplice, which I prefer, your victim, or even a bad ass bitch who castrates or tortures you. I’m a Jill of all trades. Lately, I’ve been on an accomplice kick. And I plan to ride this as long as I can. It feels good not to be in the hot seat for once.
Billy and I go way back. He filmed me in my earlier films and bondage photo shoots. He called me up out of the blue and asked for a favor. Since he always treated me nicely, I felt obliged to help him. He has a client with a fatal attraction problem. Apparently, the guy can’t keep his dick in his pants, and he fucked a crazy bitch.
Now she’s claiming she’s pregnant and trying to extort him for money. If he doesn’t pay her, she will tell his wife and expose his extra marital activities. This guy makes Elon Musk look like he’s living paycheck to paycheck. Not sure how the guy makes his money. I did not want to know. The less I know about a client the better.
Some Bitches Fuck with the Wrong Man
So, I met with the client to get the details about the gold-digging hooker. I mean, she calls herself a sugar baby, but she’s a hooker. And apparently, she likes to blackmail men. I got all the information I needed about the girl and decided I would make a snuff porn with her.
Billy agreed to help me since he knew the man. Again, I don’t know all the information, and I like it that way. But I think Billy helped this client make problems disappear in the past. And I liked the idea of making a snuff movie with him when I was not the star.
She seemed easy to kidnap. But I don’t think she’s pregnant. I found her in a bar drinking a margarita with what appeared to be some other hookers. Excuse me, sugar babies. So, I posed as a fellow sugar baby, and I crashed their little get together. And nobody seemed to mind since I bought several rounds of drinks. Although they all seemed intoxicated, I just had my eye on one bitch. I gave her a ride home. Or at least that’s what she thought. But instead, I took her to Billy’s dungeon where he waited for the star of his next picture to arrive.
I Make Problems Go Away For Men Like You
She couldn’t fight because of how drunk she seemed. And I may have slipped her a little roofie too. We strapped her down to a sawhorse, and we tortured the bitch. Pure torture sex. We carved her up and we sexually mutilated her too. I’m talking we sliced off her nipples, stabbed her cunt and I carved gold digger into her chest. This bitch screamed bloody murder and kept asking why me why me. So, I told her. She blackmailed the wrong man. And I made sure she knew that her actions brought her to us.
I played with her for several hours while Billy filmed it. We can profit off her death. He can sell the homemade snuff flick. Plus, the client paid me very well to get rid of his problem. And I’m sharing that money with Billy since he served as my accomplice. And he deserved a finder’s fee anyway. He recommended me for the job.
I enjoyed torturing this bitch, carving her up and causing so much bodily harm and pain too. She gives gold diggers like me a bad name. I’ve worked hard for my money. And I’ve done a lot of things that I don’t like for money too.
But in this world, you need to hustle. I’ve never relied on anybody else to pay my bills. So, these young bitches need to know that they’re not too good to work. Sure, I take money from men, but I work for it like I did killing this bitch. If you have a problem you need to get rid of I think I can likely help you too.
I Love a Hot Taboo Phone Sex Fantasy
I enjoy an erotic taboo phone sex fantasy. And let me tell you some of you men seem incredibly creative in how you want to torture, fuck and even kill me. But I love a creative man. John had a wonderful roleplay in mind for us. He wanted me to be in a prison where he worked as a guard. I rejected his advances, pissing him off to the point where he needed to teach me a lesson.
So, he took me to the part of the prison that cameras would not catch. He took me to an area where every male employee of the prison waited for me. And I knew this did not bode well for me. I knew they planned on doing terrible things to me in that back room. Although I continue to fight him, that proved to be the wrong move. I figured being in a women’s prison made me tough right. Maybe tough for the other women, but not tough enough for 40 guards who hated the fact that I denied them access to my pussy.
And suddenly, I found myself in my worst nightmare. Stripped naked and tied down to a sawhorse. All these guards unzipped their pants to fuck me. And just like that, I made a prison gangbang rape porn. And I can play it either way. Some of my callers want me to fight them all the way through. But some want me to give in halfway through and realize I deserve and enjoy being forced fucked. But John wanted me fighting the entire time, giving them a reason to hurt me further.
Give Me Any Nasty or Violent Roleplay and I Will Play My Role Well
And I liked this role play. Usually, the role plays most men want involve force fucking mommy or snuffing me out. But in this roleplay, allowed me to act like a feisty bitch. However, being a feisty bitch resulted in those men brutalizing my pussy and my ass. Tied down I couldn’t go anywhere. But I could still fight with my mouth. I screamed and yelled at them.
However, fighting seemed useless. In that position, no way could I get the upper hand. But I’m a good player. And I continued to fight even when the last prison guard fisted my ass because he already came watching his fellow coworkers brutalize the redheaded feisty bitch from cell block H.
For hours they fucked me. Brutalized me until my fuck holes bled and showed signs of gaping larger than the Grand Canyon itself. When they returned me to my cell, I dripped blood and cum. I smelled like a porn star. That much cum in a hole gives off a strong, pungent scent. But I took my beating because I love roleplay phone sex fantasies. And this one made my pussy super wet because we all know what a nasty little freak I am. And I love a good gang bang.
Necrophilia Phone Sex is the Best Kind of Fucking
Necrophilia phone sex seems the easiest way to fuck. Most men can’t follow my basic rules. And I find them simple rules. Shut the fuck up. I am not the kind of woman who wants baby talk or even pillow talk. And two, don’t try to dominate me. I’m not a bitch. I find men to be a disappointment to me and I’m not even talking about cock size. Horny men can’t follow instructions, so I find it easier to kill them and fuck them afterwards.
As a statistic bitch, and a highly trained killer, I do not have the same level of needs as your typical woman. One, I don’t need romance. In fact, I don’t want romance. I find it cringe worthy. Stupid baby talk, cuddling, hand holding what fucking purpose does of any of that serve. I don’t want a relationship, and I don’t need one either.
Two I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can take care of myself. And third, I’m not out there looking for a man who can elevate my status in life. This bitch does not need to be a gold digger because I make my own money. Between snuff phone sex and murder for hire, I earn good money. So, I do not need a man to flip my bills.
The Best Cock to Fuck is a Dead Dick
Vanilla girls ruin men. They make them think all girls want romance and financial security. So, even when I meet a man who I think might be a quality fuck he makes the mistake of treating me like he treats all women. Rory lost his life last night. Don’t feel sorry for the sap ass because he deserved what he got. He agreed to my rules. And he even told me that he found my rules for sex to be like a breath of fresh air. Fuck me and leave. The assignment seemed simple enough to me.
As I rode his big dick, he called me baby. And he tried to slap my ass. So, I gave him a warning. But he did not heed that warning. He did the same damn thing again; it seemed instinctual to him. Listen up men not all girls want romance. Not all women want a caveman to dominate them in the bedroom. I just wanted a dick to fuck. And it seems like such a simple request. Yet, I find it so hard to find. So, the way I saw it, I needed to kill him to get the sex that I wanted.
Shut The Fuck Up and Don’t Touch Me are My Rules for Fucking
Since I prepared for a worst-case scenario, I had a knife under the pillow. And I needed it too. I slit his throat. But I kept riding his dick. Something you may not know. The human cock stays hard for about 45 minutes after death. And in that time the cock feels harder than anything. So that makes a dead dick the perfect cock to fuck.
Now sometimes I know I’m going to kill a man while I fuck him, but I had high hopes for Rory because I met him on the dark net. We shared a love for evil things. But like most men the fucking ruined it. So, I rode his dead dick while his blood splattered all over my face and tits until I orgasmed.
And I dragged his body out to the woods to feed the wildlife. He will just be another missing man. No body no crime. Sex with dead bodies seems peaceful. Fucking a corpse enables me to enjoy the sexual pleasure of a hard cock without a guy‘s mind or mouth ruining it for me. But most men do not want to lose their lives from sexual pleasure. And I get that.
So, if you want to fuck me, but you don’t want to die and listen to me. Shut the fuck up. Keep your hands to yourself. And never try to dominate me. If you can follow those basic rules, you might be able to fuck me and live to tell about it.
Accomplice Phone Sex is the Quickest Way to Young Pussy
Accomplice phone sex secrets I take to my grave. I might share some details in a blog or on a call, but I never reveal my client or anything too specific that could identify my client either. I know how to protect and serve men. The things I did for my former master would make a Nazi feel sympathy for the victim. And I’ll be honest; I did not like kidnapping young girls for him because I knew what he would do to them. I’m the only one who survived because I used my street smarts. I did something he couldn’t do which was lure young girls to him.
Since I aged out for him, I needed to make myself useful. So, I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. Kidnapped over 100 young girls for him. And I even assisted a few times in their murder when they proved too difficult to manage. My former master thinks he broke me, but I just played the part waiting for the perfect opportunity to break free from his evil clutches. And I played the player. Bought my freedom. But it came with a high price tag.
Sometimes, Being the Accomplice Puts a Bullseye on My Back
Most days I’ve come to peace with what I’ve done. In the world I live in it’s the survival of the fittest. And I survived. He now hires me sometimes to assist in procuring him a young piece of meat to fuck. Young girls do not fall for his lines like they once did. He thought I could lure his teen dream away since he proved unsuccessful at doing so. I signed up for kidnapping phone sex. Get the girl, give him the girl, collect my money and go home and spend it. But I should’ve known things never go quite that easily for me.
He picked a fighter. This girl even showed stranger danger for a woman. So, I had to drug her. I prefer not to drug the girls and just let them follow me. Most of them do follow me. But this girl did not believe I was a talent scout for horror movies. So, I drugged her latte and carried her out of the mall. But I wore disguise. My dumbass did not realize who she kidnapped. I kidnapped the daughter of the biggest crime lord in town. Good thing I disguised myself and used fake plates on my car. But this one might come back to haunt me.
As an Accomplice, I Take the Risks So You Enjoy the Fun
I delivered her to my old master as promised. And I collected my money and thought I would go. But he wanted me to film everything and return her afterwards. This seemed to all be for revenge. Essentially two crime bosses getting personal. My former master made a teen rape porn movie with the teenage daughter of his rival. He drugged her some more to blur her memory and make her more compliant.
Clearly, the girl never fucked before. She bled like a stuck pig with the first thrust of his cock inside of her teenage cunt. I felt sorry for the girl. She’s just a pawn. But as my master said, her father made choices. He did not need to put his daughter at risk trying to steal some of master’s territory. That didn’t ease my guilt much. But I understand the game. I just did not want to be caught because her daddy strikes me as the kind of man who would skin me alive and pin me to a tree for the bugs to eat. I’m talking next level sadistic shit. So, I just hope I covered my tracks enough.
I drugged her and dumped her body in a public park because I wanted somebody to find her sooner rather than later. Master made me leave the video of him fucking her on her chest. I’m afraid to turn on the news. Perhaps, I should lay low for a few days because my former master put a huge bullseye on my back if that girl ever identifies me. Hopefully the drugs in her system work like they’re supposed to because I didn’t kidnap and helped torture over 100 teen girls for my former piece of shit master to go down like this.
Mutilation Phone Sex Adds Mayhem to your Mundane Life
The Things we do to make ourselves feel alive. Be them Dark and Depraved, they serve purpose. The shock and awe of Mutilation Phone Sex Calls, send me reeling on a high that is anything but synthetic. Jamie has been calling every week for a month now. I’ve been a victim all my life, and he found solace in that.
It started off as a call like any other, He wanted to fuck my little teen dream twat and then, he wanted me dead. A Bloody scene we both created. Trading pokes, and stabs with blades of all kinds. We mirrored one another. The only difference was the tool we fancied to get the job done.
Both of us immensely turned on by the idea of causing the other pain. My cunt throbbed and grew slick with each and every pass of My blade on his skin. Laying him open, the sight of the blood. Made me ache.
See, Jamie. He liked playing with a big knife, large seratted blade that would tear my skin open, and it would chew and force my blood let. I, however chose a tiny, thin little razor to do my bidding. The quick slit, sting and burn of it coaxed that sweet crimson drip from his skin.
I’ve Never Been Squeamish
We violently mutilated one another. Thick slippery metallic tinges of red covered our flesh. So many little nicks, cuts and stabs. Both Feral, and so enamored with what we were doing. Primal is the perfect way to describe how we fucked.
A Mirror surrounded the bath tub in which we played. Skin covered in blood and plasma. We could admire the artwork we had marked the other with. His quivering cock slid deep into me from behind. I came within minutes. It was Dark, twisted and fucking sensual. No longer a want, it was a need.
Jamie’s cock anchored deep in my cunt. Thrashing deep, and knocking against My G-spot. I came again and again on him. His hands slid over my throat, trying to grip to choke me. I watched in the mirror as he took me. Jamie was taking my essence. He fucked and fucked hard. Finally filling me with his cum.
Both of us staring wildly at the bloody Messes we created
But then again,
Monsters aren’t under the bed anymore, They are in the Mirror
Making Snuff Movies is How I Make Money, But I Might Die in One
I’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.
I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors
Most Days I am Too Desperate to Think About Consequences
But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.
The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Will I Learn to Say No
We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.
The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.
But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?









