I looked down and smiled, all I could see was red. I finally felt happy and at peace, all the anger gone, a bliss feeling it was. Her eyes were open, staring and unblinking, her pussy was sill dripping cum, her body was lifeless as it gets and saturated in blood. My pussy was starting to get wet all over again thinking about it, killer phone sex is what really gets me nice and turned on, the only thing that makes my pussy soaking fucking wet. It all started with a little thing I like to call boredom, I knew it was time to go out and find my next victim. I live in a town with a very big school, a party town that has stupid whores crawling around it all times of day and night, all I needed to do was find that one extremely drunk slut, and get her to my car and she was mine. It’s not hard, I’ve done it too many times to count, I wanted one that was especially deserving to be cut and bled out. As soon as she got in my car, she passed out, too trusting… She woke up soon after though, tied up and helpless as I was cutting her slowly on her exposed tits. I’ve never seen someone sober up so quickly! She was screaming, begging, crying the whole works but I just kept cutting her all over, feeling my pussy get wetter and wetter. I was feeling extra mean, my friends were there to fuck her, and they did. Filled her up with cum and made her choke on their bloody cocks. While I helped, of course. Mmm… that’s what you get for being a stupid trusting whore.
Category: Torture sex
Killer phone sex is what really turns me on!
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies
I love it when he calls to share his murder phone sex fantasies with me. He has the same lust for sweet, young, innocent flesh. We delve deep into the macabre of violating their little bodies in the most violent and in humane ways. Torture and rape fantasies that get our blood boiling to the point that neither of us can keep from cumming at the images we create together. We long to pile their little bodies up, bloody, twisted, distorted in unnatural poses. Then we crawl into the pile together, naked, excited. He is rock hard, I am soaking wet. We let our desire build as we delight in the sensation of the feel of their bodies on our naked flesh, covered in their blood, as we come together and fuck, unbridled, heated, passionate. Knowing it is taboo and evil only spurs our desire for more. His cock deep with in me, my cunt milking him dry as we whisper the words that we long to hear and let ourselves drown in our sadistic desire until we explode together.
BBC Druggie Slut
My eyes opened to find myself lying on the pavement. Two young studs were watching me as the third was ramming himself furiously into my pussy. I had been walking home tonight when I passed three black dudes on the corner. They were hooting and yelling things about my titties. I was badly in need of a fix and asked them if they had any shit. The big one flashed a gold tooth and said “Follow us.”
He led me to the alley and pulled out a bag. I went limp as the fire flashed into my veins. Mmmm, sweet bliss. “Now, where’s my money, slut? This shit aint free.” I looked up at him like a lost deer, then boom, my face hit the wall. I felt my cheekbone crack and blood spurted from my nose. A strong arm went around my throat, throttling me, and cutting off my air. I fought to live.
Now, they were pounding me harder. Huge black horse cocks filling me with nigga sperm. Each felt bigger than the last. I could take no more as my pussy vibrated. “Fuck me harder. Use me. I’m a dumb cunt. A worthless whore.” I gasped. Another pushed his huge cock into my mouth and I sucked the monster tree trunk, gagging. My mind went back to my first black cock as a young teen. I could hear them laughing as I raised my broken face to look at them. “It was only a dream. A bad dream, druggy whore.” one whispered, slipping that needle into my vein again. I drifted far away from my broken body, lying on the pavement with my skirt pushed up.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: Blonde Rump Roast for Thanksgiving?
Cannibalism phone sex seems to pick up in popularity around the holidays. I think all those men with finer taste get hungry for an exotic meal. I’m a perfect meal, or so I have been told. I’m not too skinny, not fat, just got some meat on my bones. My callers have a lot of different ways of capturing me. Kidnapping, home invasion, duping me with a Craig’s List ad, hitchhiker, stranded motorist, drunk party girl… What remains constant however, is the preparation they take so I am ready to be served on Thanksgiving. I am caged; fattened up with protein shakes; my fake titties are carved out of me; my tats scrapped off me with sandpaper; my body washed of chemicals; my bleached blonde locks restored to my natural color or shaved; and all my piercings removed. Apparently, I will taste better natural.
Once restored to a natural state, the seasoning of my flesh begins. Sometimes I am basted in a herb and butter sauce. Other times, a seasoned marinade is used. I’m usually tenderized first so my flesh will hold the taste best. That is always very painful. There are lots of ways to cook me. Can tie me up like a turkey, stuff my ass and cunt with a sage dressing and oven roast me all day long. Bonus you get to hear my screams from the oven as I slowly cook to death. You can ram a spit roast though my ass and out my mouth, stuff an apple in my mouth and roast me over an open flame like a pig. You can listen to my blood curdling screams as the spit roast pierces my internal organs. . Being burned alive is nothing in comparison. You can even chop me up into little pieces and make a stew out of me. Get off as I bleed to death. Either way you choose to cook me, I am very delectable. Of course the way I taste, has everything to do with how you prepare me.
So what are you eating this Thanksgiving? May I suggest a nice blonde rump roast seasoned to your liking?
Watching, Waiting, Wanting
She is an exhibitionist. I know she knows that I am watching her and she puts on one hell of a show every night. She has been since she moved in a couple of months ago. At exactly eight o’clock every night I can see the silhouette of her naked body through the thick glass block wall that makes up her shower stall. I watch her shadow disappear from view for just a few minutes and then she is in front of her bedroom window. She coyly glances my way as a gesture to let me know that this is for me. She doesn’t know that the glow from the TV is my favorite snuff porn. The most violent one that I have and that as she is teasing me with her little game, I am listening to the sound of screaming, that ripping flesh and torture are the music playing in my room as I watch and plot what I will do to her. To her this is a sensual game, for me it is an evil prelude to what is yet to cum.
Violent Phone Sex Pleasure
I watched them stumble out of the bar.To drunk to be coherent. I watched them laugh as they found their way to the car, groping each other, obviously preparing for a drunken sexual encounter. They were the perfect couple for my desires. Walking over to them it was easy to worm my way into the fun. I slid behind the wheel of the car smiling while they made out in the back seat, laughing at the fact that they now had a third party. Oblivious to what is about to happen they follow me without question. They both think it is great fun as I tie her wrists and hoist them high above her head naked and vulnerable. His cock is throbbing and he has already taken his pants and shirt off and is swaying with a huge grin on his face. I throw him on the ground in front of her and mount him riding him hard and fast bringing him to the edge. Just as he is about to cum I reach behind his head and twist his neck hard, not enough to break it completely but enough to paralyze him. His mind hasn’t registered the pain as it is still focused on his pleasure. I reach down with a nice sharp scalpel and rip his eye from it’s socket as they scream together and blood spatters across my body. As he realizes that he can’t move I continue my assault, ripping flesh from his body blood is everywhere. Getting off of him I slice his ball sack open and remove his balls. Rubbing his blood all over her. Her eyes are glazed over with fear. He is on the edge now and won’t last much longer. The act of violent phone sex and her fear feeds my pleasure.
Snuff Porn Teacher Shows Young Ones How to Make a Snuff Porn Torture Death Flick
I love making and watching snuff porn. I run a little film school for the young ones. Every week, I host a workshop with some aspiring killers to show them different ways to eradicate problems and annoyances. This week the workshop focused on how to make snuff porn torture death films. They are my favorite actually. When I make a killer production, I like it to be violent and bloody. I fancy myself a female Eli Roth. I had the perfect subject for my protégés to hone their filmmaking techniques on. An old teacher of mine from my school days. Total pervert. Likes the little ones. I have no real issue with dirty old men. You have rape fantasies about the wee ones, I will help you. Just keep your hands off me and the few brats I actually like.
Mr. Yokomato was easy to lure. Told him I had some little ones for him to play with in exchange for good grades for one of my charges. She is one of my film students; one of the few brats I like. If she had not shared with me that he tried to diddle her, I would not have know that he was still molesting the young ones after school. Of course when he arrived, my little brats of the corn surrounded him like an evil army while I held the video camera. Each was wielding a big ass knife. Like a carnival act, they started hurling knives at him. My pussy was getting wet seeing such young boys and girls hurl knives at a lifelong pervert. With precision, like I taught them, they hit the arteries. Blood was spewing out of him. He was begging for mercy. I informed him that I remembered a time when I begged him for mercy; pleaded with him not to put his thing in my butt but he ignored my cries.
I let my little protégé, who had the most recent indecent encounter with our film star, have the honor of chopping off his pecker. She grabbed his dick, sliced it clear off then shoved it in his mouth as we all watched him bleed out. I was so proud of my macabre munchkins. I took them to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate their first torture sex film. Maybe you will be the star of our next killer film.
World Peace Day? Naw torture phone sex is better!
World peace day my fucking ass! Hahaha! Fuck peace, there is nothing more I want more than pain, blood, and torture. I want these little whores screaming and suffering to their fullest fucking capabilities. I don’t want anything but to torment these sluts during torture phone sex, I want them to feel the worst pain they’ve ever encountered, and then I want them to beg for it. Oh yes, I am fucking twisted as they come. And these whores, well let’s just say there will be more than a little blood to go around. If they’re thirsty I will let them know I would be more than glad to make them a nice piss/blood drink. Nice and fucking warm and yummy for those whores. Oh, you can swallow cum but you can’t swallow your own blood bitch? I don’t fucking think so! Ha… this is when things get violent, you don’t wanna piss me off! I am cruel and I will be putting these sluts through the biggest agony possible, it’s what the deserve, and after some torture I am sure they will admit that.
Nasty Whore Aubree
If your an open mined Guy looking for some hot kinky phone sex? Do you want a sexy slut that has no taboos and no limits . If so then you have found the right place to be. I love it all and will do anything at least once . I have a hole big bag filled with toy’s just waiting to be played with. I need a real man that can take control over me and use me like that whore I am. I want to feel you slapping as hard as you can in my face. I want you to grab my hair and pull me around the room like you own me. I am now your cum dumpster and will do any thing you tell me to do. I need to be treated like dirt Spit on me Piss on me slap me around. I NEED IT .. not just only want it. I want you to fuck my ass until I beg you to stop . But we both know your not going to stop any time soon. I will do anything you want be any thing you need. I’m your slut and I need you to treat me as such …. No limit , No taboo, kinky phone sex.
Gangbang Rape Porn: Sodomized by Chicks
Master sold me to make a gangbang rape porn. I have done many rape fantasy porn movies before, but this one had a twist. It was me and a bevy of beautiful dominant women. Chicks were going to force fuck me. My experience has been that a woman is far more brutal to another woman than a male master. I think it is because women often get jealous. Their goal is to take out the competition. They don’t want to really fuck another chick. They want to destroy her, so I was fucking freaked about doing any sort of ass rape porn with women. They would destroy my fuck holes for fun and profit.
I am a good slave, so I arrived to the Queen Bitch’s house per my orders. There were 4 women and me. They were ugly big ass women too. They were rough with me the moment I walked into the place. I was groped, stripped and push down into a damp dark basement. I fell down a large flight of stairs which left me bruised and bloody. I was attempting to get up when I felt a stiletto boot in my ass pushing me back down. Another boot was on the back of my neck. I felt like a squashed bug. My ass got assaulted with a 5 inch heel. I could feel my sphincter wall tearing. The women were laughing and calling me names, clearly enjoying my pain.
The boot heel was soon replaced with a fucking machine. Attached was a huge dildo about the girth of the bottom of a wine bottle. I screamed in pain as it started going warp speed shredding my asshole. The pain was awful. What followed next was a series of gang banging with strap ons. Each bitch would pull my red locks as they sodomized me. I was forced to lick my own shit off of each strap on. I thought they were done when the strap ons hit the floor, but fisting was the final phase of my anal torture. Each girl fisted my anal cavity with no lube and big ass jagged rings on their fingers.
My ass was destroyed; gaping open; swollen and bloody, but it was over. Then I heard one of the bitches say, “Oops, forgot to hit record. We need to use this bitch again.” I felt sick to my stomach.