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kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex that stupid Karen cunt that I came across at the restaurant not long ago resurfaced and guess what she didn’t learn her fucking lesson. She was next to me in her Range rover at a stop light when she decided last minute to cut a car off to make a turn like she owned the road nearly causing a horrible accident, dumb bitch! Knowing exactly who she is and where she lives, I made a visit to her house again. I called my boyfriend up and we planned to kidnap her hot teen daughter and use her like a toy for her parents to watch. Unfortunately for the daughter she was a victim of circumstance but none the less we had fun as we tied her mom and dad up and made them watch as my boyfriend popped her little cherry!! After he fucked her bloody slit, we made that stupid cunt face mom suck her daughter off my boyfriends raging hard dick. How does that taste Stacy!? I asked! As I made him fuck her throat until he filled it with his load! The whole time her husband watched tied up with a hard cock.

Blasphemy sex hails the mighty to destroy pussy

 

It’s time for Blasphemy sex, and I kneel before my Master Daddy; his commanding presence fills the room with an unholy energy. His eyes, burning with an otherworldly lust, lock onto mine, and I tremble.

Satan is going to make my little pussy sore!Blasphemy sex

I am but a submissive snuff slave, bound to serve his every depraved desire. And tonight, he will summon Satan and take on his power! It’s a ritual that will break me, but I am willing to serve.

His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers the incantations, his words dripping with malevolence and promise. I could feel his masterful cock growing inside me. His cock becomes possessed by the Dark Lord and gapes my holes like crazy.

When he gets to the maximum size, he will force it in my asshole and prolapse me. Fucks it back in, but it hurts so much. I don’t cry, I scream, I yell out for Satan to take me.

“Oh mighty one, let me serve you in Hell, if you see fit!” He never does, he always keeps me alive. I know when my time comes, I will meet Satan on my knees.

But for now, I have a cock bigger than a horse’s wrecking my holes. Creating the darkest Satanic worship Ass rape porn. I know I deserve the suffering, and in the end, the more pain I feel and the more whorish I am, I get a reward. Satan gives me special powers, and I use them to lure more victims to sacrifice.

 

Beaten and bloody, making me help you ravage little one’s

Kidnapping phone sex

You’re a sick and twisted fuck, but so am I. I love the pain and pleasure just as much as you love to inflict it. Rushing at me with your eyes as black as the devil himself makes me cream my panties so I’m willing to go out of my way to do anything your broken black heart desires.

You harbor in so much hate for your mommy, beating you from the time you were born. Leaving you to take your rage on other young little one’s. What’s better than a sick torn up bitch to help you lure them in. Kidnapping these little cunts.

Everything I do, it’s to make you proud, bring puffy pink pussy all tied up and handled, ready for you to pound the fuck out.

I had these little bitch’s by the hair. Chaining them together down on a table for you to shred. I ripped off their clothes just leaving their bloody panties as you pulled them up their bungholes and took your sick and twisted rape fantasies out on them.

Caressing their little head telling them “it’s ok, he’s gonna put a load in” as their crying for mommy. Their whimpers made you a monster, tearing, shredding and ripping out their cherry’s as a god damn snack.

I’m so turned on watching the meat monster in you cum out, covering these scared little ho’s with bloody filled goey thick spunk.

Bloody Phone Sex Because I am a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexAs a horror movie junkie, I’m a fan of bloody phone sex. I like to make a mess. For me, I’m living my best life when I turn a simple murder into a gorefest. A guy once called me a gore whore, and I do believe that’s true. I’m very visual. And at the end of a kill, I seem most proud of myself when I’ve dismembered a victim, cut off his dick or sexually mutilated her junk and left nothing but blood, internal organs and sinew in my wake.

I’m a fan of over kill because overkill throws suspicion off me. Makes cops look closer to home for a personal motive. Overkill suggests familiarity not a random encounter. And that’s because overkill suggests rage. And normally folks do not get that sort of rage from a stranger.

When I murder somebody, I can control my rage. I don’t really feel rage for them. It’s more that I just like violence. And I like blood and guts. It’s not personal. The way I see it, I get rid of some asshole or bitch who the world will never really miss, and I get my blood and guts fix.

As a Gore Whore I Turn a Crime Scene into a Blood Fest

Over the weekend I killed a couple. A husband and wife who steal from the elderly to fund their drug habit. I got wind of them before the cops ever did. That’s because I listen to the chatter in chat rooms on the dark net and to people talking in public spaces. I did my research and quickly uncovered the couple. Sometimes I must do police work for the police.

Would the world miss two tweakers? I didn’t think so. So, I broke into their house on Saturday night. And I put them out of everybody’s misery. They start with robbing people for their addiction. But it will make them kill somebody someday. I verified that this couple was behind a slew of home invasions over the past year. I tied them to at least a dozen home invasions where elderly people lost their life savings.

Overkill Throws Suspicion Off Me

People who prey on the elderly for financial gain deserve death. And they deserve a very messy painful death. A trailer park couple with drug paraphernalia everywhere, I think the cops would assume this was a drug deal gone bad. I completely massacred the couple. Sexual mutilation. Excessive stab wounds and dismemberment. It would point to one of the cartels. But I don’t even think the cartels would worry about two tweakers.

But the amount of overkill I demonstrated in their brutal deaths will point to a more personal motive. I even used a chainsaw to take off their legs and arms. But I did that while they still breathed so they would feel it. And so, it would create a bloody massacre. Bodies don’t bleed the same if you dismember and cut them postmortem.

Normally I would prefer the torture sex to last all night if not even for days. However, this couple did live in a trailer park with neighbors so I couldn’t take all the time I wanted. But I did make it a gorefest for the time I did spend with them. And they felt it. They suffered. And they died. Actions have consequences. Even if the police don’t put two and two together, there might be some sadistic bitch like me who does. And what I do to somebody seems far more terrifying than prison.

I Prefer to Be Your Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex. My motto will always be that it feels better to be the accomplice than the victim. At least when I’m the accomplice, I make money and I leave unscathed. But I can’t say that about our victim. Charlie and I go back over a decade. This man used to do unspeakable things to me. As my sadistic master’s right-hand man, sometimes I served as the carrot master tangled in front of him to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Most women would avoid a man who abused them for years. And trust me, I thought about it. I thought about telling him to take his money and shove it up his ass. But the only reason I’m still walking and talking is because I’m scrappy. My street smarts keep me alive. So, I know not to piss off certain people like Charlie.

Him, and my former master parted ways. So, I decided to give Charlie a chance to see how he would behave without my master there. And it turned out he seemed just as afraid of my master as me. And he apologized for all the things he did to me back then.

When he offered me 10 grand to kidnap a schoolgirl for him, I took a chance on him. And I took the money. I knew there would be more to this than simple kidnapping phone sex.  Charlie proved he needed me. I’m the reason he can get access to a young schoolgirl to fuck.

I Prefer to Be the Accomplice Over the Victim

His time with my former master, gave him a love for those young brat pussies. But since he lacks a pussy and tits, young girls instinctively don’t trust him. He needs a woman to gain access to young girls.

Last night I kidnapped my 10th girl for him. And he’s paid me close to $1 million over the past two years. That makes him my most profitable client. So, I do whatever I need to do to keep Charlie happy. This time, I brought him something even younger. And I could tell he liked my choice of victims because the moment he laid eyes on her he popped wood in his jeans.

This girl thought she might get a modeling contract but instead she got a lot of dick and eventually death. Stupid girl. Not my fault she trusted a strange woman. I put that on her parents for not telling her that women can be evil bitches too. Charlie fucked this little girl into oblivion. Shredded her pussy with his tree trunk cock. It made her bleed bright crimson red blood as he popped her cherry.

And The Only Reason I Am Still Breathing is Because I am Scrappy

This little girl starred in a teen rape porn and didn’t even realize it. She saw our faces, so she needed to die. But not before I filmed Charlie fucking her into oblivion. Charlie enjoys those tight little holes. The kind of holes women my age no longer possess. But when you are a grown man with a big dick and you fuck a tiny young girl, that cock will do some damage. No way could we let her live. Charlie choked her out and I buried the body in the woods.

Another girl bites the dust. Some girls can survive the brutal attacks conducted by me and my clients. So, in a way I’m just thinning the herd. Only strong girls survive. I survived. And now I’m helping men like my father and like my former master fuck up some young pussies and asses. Maybe you want to be my client next. Who should we hunt for?

Shredded cuntie piss test on my face, brutal golden showers

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You’re a sadistic fuck. Perfect for my liking. The type of man that my mommy whored me to at such a young age. I was a little naughty shit that learned to endure and love the pain. So try me, look me right in the eyes and give me that dirty red look of blood anger and rage.

I look like such an adorable sweet thing don’t I? Cute blonde with a popping ass and great tits, you’d never know that I crave brutal raw beatings that leave me questioning life itself.

I love getting bent, and not just doggie, but grab me by my throat. Squeeze till I’m barely breathing and spread my legs by slapping the shit outa my ass. Shove your fingers inside my ass as your big burly danger dick shreds my creamy tight little bald cuntie. I’m throbbing and pulsating as you ram so hard, smashing my face into the wall. Demean me, make me feel like a pathetic worthless non dick worthy whore as you fuck the ever living shit outa me.

My snatch skin ripping and tearing apart. Fecal creamy goey cum running out of me, turn me the hell on. The more you choke me and cuss me out, the more I spew all over your dirty fucking dick.

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Pull out and make me taste it before you fill my insides. Make me pull on your balls so tight they turn bright red. I’ve gotta good grip on those dingleberries making them blue as you fill my cheeks with your meat.  “Turn the fuck over bitch” as you nut deep in my little torn pink pussy.

I’m screaming and creaming with fucking joy as you got another grip on my hair. “A bitch like you deserve to be pissed on” as your cum dripping cock hangs over my face. I deserve this, I crave this, playing with fire makes my itty bitty kitty squirt.

Demand that I open my mouth as you piss all over my face. Covering my body from head to toe, a demon filled golden shower to clean all the hell off of me.

Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Often Involve Torture Too for Me

snuff phone sexI enjoy snuff phone sex calls. As a sexy accomplice and switch, sometimes I’m in charge of the killing. And it feels good to be the queen when that happens. I did a favor for a fellow stripper last night. And I did this gig for free. Hos before bros and all. She has an ex-boyfriend problem. An abusive piece of shit with a restraining order against him. However, that never stops him.

But I knew I could stop him. I could stop him permanently. And I sexually mutilated his junk along the way. I talked with my friend, and we set a honey trap. I let him think that I gave him the address of his ex-girlfriend. But it was my address. And she laid in wait as I did with knives hidden everywhere for our safety. When he arrived, he seemed shocked to see me. But then my fellow stripper, the object of his desire, came out from the bedroom.

We started kissing, making him horny and jealous. But that was part of our plan. Much easier to castrate a stiff dick than a limp one. And he deserved castration phone sex, maybe more than anybody I ever castrated before. Some men think they’re entitled to pussy. And some men think they own women. So, I enjoy giving men a wakeup call.

Men Do Not Get Away With Harassing My Friends

When I kissed him, I slipped a cock ring on to help keep him erect. He never saw me coming. I think he felt too horny to care about anything else than my hand on his dick. But the next thing he felt on his dick was a cool steel blade.

Sure, I could’ve gone for the nuts immediately. However, I wanted to savior the torture. So, I sliced the tip of his dick off instead. This guy would not survive the night anyway. I could slice and dice his junk all I wanted. He would never use it again. And he will never stalk or harass another woman again.

We spent a few hours slicing little parts of his dick off like we were cutting those little hotdog dogs and putting them into the baked beans. I said that my friend thought maybe we could feed the severed parts of his dick to my dogs. And my pups love hot dogs. Seeing the expression on this guy ‘s face as my dogs ate part of his dick turned me on. I can be a sick bitch when I want.

I Enjoy Castrating Men who Think They Own Women

Eventually, we grew tired of him and the torture sex of his junk. So, she took him out of his misery. With my hands on his throat, I squeezed as tightly as I could. His ex-girlfriend, my friend, sat on his face to smother him. We felt him take his last breath. And she helped me dismember him. We made a mess. But I watch enough movies. So, I knew I needed a tarp and a cadaver saw. And an interesting thing, once a person’s dead the blood doesn’t spill out their bodies like you would think.

We put his severed limbs into this big bag. And we buried them in the woods in different places. Chances of anybody finding all of him seemed slim to us. But he will never harass another one of my friends. Or any women for that matter. And don’t think for a second I won’t neuter you either if you get out of line. Castration is not just for stalkers.

Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill and a Sick Mind

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be my favorite. Honestly, I find no skill in guns. A gun can kill a person from half a mile away. Even further depending on your skill level and the gun. Long range shooting requires some skill. However, close range shooting just requires luck and the element of surprise. With a knife, my subject needs to be within inches of me.

And I prefer knives over guns for other reasons too. A knife can be more brutal because you can do more with a knife than you can with a gun. It requires more skill in planning because to kill somebody with a knife you must be within inches of that person. I don’t even own a gun. However, I own over 1000 knives. I consider many of those knives vintage. Grandpa collected knives. And I inherited his collection and made it better.

Some of these knives belonged to serial killers and murderers who died at my grandpa ‘s private prison. Trinkets to my grandpa. I love using a knife with a story and giving it another story. The knife I used this weekend to castrate a loser who preys on drunk Goth girls, once belonged to a serial killer who would remove the body parts of women and put them onto the men he killed. A very fascinating serial killer who like to turn girls into boys and vice versa.

This Sick Bitch Enjoys Castration

Since I always feel like a sadistic phone sex bitch, I decided to use that knife to castrate this loser and then I took his severed dick and glued it to a pair of strap-on panties. I gave myself the ultimate gift. The gift of his severed useless cock. And I made him suck it. I told you I’m a sick bitch. This man purposely drugs women to take advantage of them. He’s a predator. And he appears to be the kind of man who only escalates.

So, I neutered him. And he should feel lucky that I only removed his balls and his dick. Because this asshole deserved to die. But I think for predators neutering them seems like a more fitting punishment. He will never experience a hard dick again. And he will never hurt another woman again either. He will pee through a stray for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, Neutering a Horny Man Seems Like the Best Punishment Ever

I just added another dimension to his punishment. Perhaps, I felt inspired by a serial killer whose knife I used to sever this guy ‘s dick and balls. We all find inspiration somewhere, right? I used gorilla glue to attach his severed dong to the outside of my strap-on panties. Then I made the loser who just lost his dick, and balls suck his severed cock.

I think he would’ve preferred me to kill him in the moment. But there’s no fun in it for me if I simply give a man what he wants. They need to suffer. And I know castration phone sex does not always make a man suffer enough. But filming him sucking his own severed dick that I attached to my special panties, seemed like a new level of humiliation that even I had not thought of yet.

A gun would not let me castrate a man or enjoy some post castration humiliation. But a knife does.  And a knife with a little bit of sick history makes it even more fun. So be careful men. Me and my knife collection sever balls one loser at a time.