Tag: Bloody Phone Sex

Don’t tell the wife the babysitter is dead…


Babysitter phone sex

He walked in on me. The babysitter, he trusted, was a crook. He found out I was stealing money from him. The bank called to let him know some checks were being written by him in a very high amounts.

I had credit card debt. And this babysitting gig just wasn’t paying enough, as this guy was loaded but only really paid me pennies on the dollar to take care of his brats.

He came in, screaming, grabbing me by the throat and slapping me hard across the face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He kept his grip on me as he slammed my head down on the desk next to the check book.

“Please… I just needed the money” I try to protest, which just result in another back hand.

“You think you can just take my money like that? Don’t I pay you enough?” He hits me again, harder this time. I feel my lip split from the impact. Taste of blood entered my mouth as he shoved me harder into his desk.

“Maybe we should teach you a lesson? Use me? I’ll use this pussy of yours.” He begins to start tearing my shirt off to expose my tits, and shoving my shorts to the ground. One hand has me held by behind my neck, the other was getting his dick lined up with my cunt. I cried hard, trying to struggle to get away, but he was much stronger.

As he shoved his dick into my pussy, I could feel it tear. I cry harder, but he puts my torn shirt into my mouth as a gag. “Shut up bitch, you know you like it. Now fucking take it like a good girl, and you might actually leave here today”

He continues to abuse my fuck hole a bit more before he stops and pulls me to the front of him. Forcing me to my knees, he shoves his cock into it’s holster, and I gag immediately. I then try to bite down, but he pulls out and slaps me again. More blood taste in my mouth.

“You gonna take this dicking like a good girl?” He says as he grabs my chin, making me have eye contact with him. His eyes just looking as dark as ever.

“Yes… but what will your wife think?” I say, holding back a sob.

“What do you mean, what will she think? She won’t see you”

“What? Fuck you. I’m telling her.” I smack his hand away and go to run. But he grabs me before I could get away, and then grabs the letter opener off the desk.

“Nice try, goodbye” He says as he slams my back on the desk. I feel the wind knocked out of me this time, but then felt his hand go around my throat, cutting off my air way. I choke as I taste the fear of the end coming.

I feel the tip of the letter opener then slide across my skin, and into my neck. In shock, I gag. Feeling the blade poke through my trachea, and feeling the blood start to run down into my lungs. The warm sensation of it spilling from my neck onto the back of my head. My breaths becoming more shallow as life slipped away.

The last thing I felt was him cumming inside of me, as I was taking my last breaths.

“Shit… time for disposal.”

Bloody Phone Sex Almost Killed Me Again

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.

I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.

I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.

Abuse Me All You Want but Please Spare My Nose

And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.

He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.

Torture phone sex whore Stephanie

torture phone sex

It’s been too long since our last torture phone sex session and you know it! Are you still lying next to her every night dreaming about all the ways you want me to abuse her? You don’t have to keep jerking off to that fantasy when we could easily end her life together… Stroke your big dick and imagine how hot it’s going to look when I have her tied up and I’m force fucking her asshole making her scream with your dick down her throat. I have a special strap-on with razor blades embedded in it that I’ve been saving for such an occasion. I want to watch the desperate look in her eyes when she realizes that you’re not going to save her but instead, you’re going to help me rip her apart and torture her. Of course, this is all after I’ve ripped most of her hair out, busted her teeth out and beat her face in. She’ll be a blubbering, bloody pile of disgusting trash by this point. This bitch deserves the worst and Master deserves the best so I’m not going to end her life quickly. I want her to lie there bleeding, crying and in the most intense pain imaginable. That’s when I’m going to douse her in gasoline, strike a match and let you fuck me to her miserable screams as she burns alive. You better hurry because I’m ready now!

Bloody Phone Sex Battles for Survival Make Good Entertainment

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex and Killtober go together. I’ve always enjoyed a blood bath. When I kill, I rarely do it neatly. Which is why I feed my victims to the bears and coyotes after I finish with them. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime. My grandpa told me that. He said I should never bury a body because eventually that body will make an appearance, and my DNA would be somewhere on the body. Wise words from a wise killer. Even though I know I am not in the system, I never take unnecessary risks.

Last night, my victims helped kill each other. I drugged and kidnapped two blonde schoolgirls. Total twats. The kind of chicks that milk men of their money and never put out. These two girls looked like stereotypical mean girls. Although, I could have just sold them into slavery for a pretty penny, I felt like some torture sex.

They both woke up tied to sawhorses in my dungeon room. I wanted to pit them against each other. Play psychological games with them. So, I gave each girl a knife and told them the last one standing gets to live. They looked at each other like they could not do it. But I knew one of those sluts would make a move first and I could watch a bloody royale between teen twats.

It Excites Me to Watch What Folks Will Do to Each Other to Survive

And sure enough one made the first move. I relished the blood bath. They stabbed each other hesitantly at first with guilt in their eyes. But that fight for survival became stronger with each jab of the knife into the other’s flesh. They could have attempted to gang up on me with the knives they had. But they did not go that route. Not that it would have worked because I was prepared just in case. Instead, they stabbed each other’s tits and stomach. Sliced their arms and faces.

But in the end, they just stabbed each other in the gut so many times that their insides began to spill out all over my floor. Neither girl would leave my dungeon. Even if one girl won the battle, I did not plan to let either of them go. I just enjoy watching dumb cunts betray each other for survival.

Everyone has a killer phone sex side. It just takes the right situation to kick in. And when it does, I like to sit back and enjoy the blood bath.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Mutilation of My Cunt and Tits

Grabbed off the street and tossed into a van, was the opening scene of Kidnapping Phone Sex. Things escalated quickly once I was in the van. A black hood tossed over my head and my wrists and ankles were bound.

A Kidnapping phone sex adventure

The guys pulled the hood off of my head and spit in my face. Your a filthy fucking whore and your whore body is about to see it’s end. The only thing worth fucking is that asshole.

They then took a hunting knife out and started cutting off my stripper dress and panties. Once they had my flesh bare they groped at and squeezed my like they were inspecting a side of beef.

Then a sudden burst of pain came when I was clogged over the head. Practically cracking my skull. Falling to the floor of the van I fell unconscious.

But that didn’t last long, a sudden intense pain hit me when that big knife sliced off my clit. I had been drugged with something that paralyzed me and I could not scream. Blood was spraying up everywhere as my cunt was being mutilated.

This is Mutilation Phone Sex

Then with very little hesitation, as if they methodically planned this they sliced off my nipples. More pain than ever but I was kept awake and forced to look. Blood was again spurting everywhere.

Finally I was told that my whoring days are over but I needed one last ass fucking before they slit my throat. And that my ass was the only fuckable thing on my whored out fake fuck doll body. These guys became five and they all had their way with my ass.

A Snuff Phone Sex Ending

Once the last guy finished that big butcher knife was slid across the front of my throat. And just like that the lights went out and my end was met.

Kidnapping Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.

Sex with dead bodies is what gets sadistic pcocks off

My uncle loves having Sex with dead bodies. He would torture little bodies until they went limp. As his accomplice I was forced to help him tie their little bodies, after we undressed them. “Rip her panties off” my uncle says sternly. If I don’t do what my uncle wants, I get punished. That’s why I rather him take his anger and torture needs on someone else. After she was naked, he tied her up and laid her on her belly. “Spread her legs” he said as he pulled his big cock out.

Then he stuffed her panties in her mouth, before ramming his cock deep in her little slut ass. Her eyes got big as you ripped her little butthole open. She tried to scream, but it didn’t matter. Her panties muffled any sound. Crying and scream only makes my uncles pcock harder. Which only will make him fuck rougher. As he pounds her ass, her little body shakes all over. She looks like a fake fuck doll that has been used part expiration. Her little body can’t fight back, even if she wanted to. The smell of blood is in the air. My uncle just moans and gucks harder.

Sex with dead bodies

He raps his hands around her neck and squeezes down hard. It is like the less she can breathe the tighter her asshole gets around my uncle’s big fat cock. “Fuck this bitch is really gripping my cock” my uncle grunts as he continues to squeeze her neck. Her little eyes are popping out of her face, and she is all red. I can tell it won’t be much longer before she goes limp. All the Torture sex to her little asshole and strangulation she was taking was too much. My uncle balls tighten up as her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. She was snuffed, her body was fully limp.

“That’s it milk me little fuck puppet,” you moan as you start to fill her little ass with all your thick cum. But my uncle wasn’t done his cock stayed hard. Especially since she was limo like a noddle. I watched as he rammed his bloody dirt cock into her cunt. There was no sound that came out of her. Her blank eyes just looked up to the ski as my uncle started pumping her cunt. “She is still warm and wet” my unc moaned as he pounded her young bald cunty. “Fuck she is going to get every drop” he moans as he sprays a load in her cunt too. My uncle fucked her little body until she started to stink and that is when we had to figure out what to do with her snuffed body.

Snuff Movies Made During Killtober are The Best

I make more snuff movies in October than any other month in a year. Killtober, I call it. Part of my 31 days of horror. But I enjoy making snuff flicks. It preserves my work and keeps every kill fresh in my mind. Some of my films I make for clients who hire me on the dark net. And others I make for my own private collection.

snuff moviesAlthough, I know folks consider it risky filming a crime, I am a smart sadistic bitch. I never film with my cell phone or anything that gets uploaded to the cloud or anywhere. Because I am smart and seasoned in the art of murder, I only use home video cameras. The old kind from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Back before the Cloud or the Internet.

Killtober is My Favorite Time of the Year

The cops or the feds never need to see the snuff porn if the filmmaker uses their head. And I always am cautious. I have close to 500 snuff flicks in my private collection. And I will have 500 more before I die. The one I made over the weekend might be one of my favorites. I killed two birds with one stone. Okay, two people with one knife. My beef was with the man. And I did not know his ex-wife came over earlier that night.

This guy cut me off on the road, then rolled down the window and cussed me out. His fault not my fault. And because I watched him do the same thing to a few more drivers, I decided he needed to die for the safety of all drivers. Easy to get an address with a license plate number. Once, I had that, I broke into his house with the intent of castrating him then killing him. I enjoy cock and ball torture sex. But it just serves as foreplay to me.

I Love Killing Two Fucktards for the Price of One

As I had him tied up naked on his bed, a crazed woman came in with a knife. Sort of like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Not sure if she wanted to kill me or him. But when he saw her, the look on his face told me he did not know who the target was either. So, as she lunged at me, I turned around swiftly and sliced her open. Her entrails fell out as she landed on top of my intended victim. I leaped out of the way quickly as I saw her falling on the bed.

She bled out on top of my victim. His muffled cries told me she might be smothering him to death. And I got this all on camera too. Her guts spilling out and everything. But to make sure my intended victim died, I got a broom handle and carved it with my knife to create a spear. Then I stabbed them both. Drove that handmade spear through both bodies. And through the mattress too. Under the bed was a sea of guts and blood. The scene I created felt like something out of an 80s horror movie. And that seemed very fitting for Killtober. I love it when I get to kill two fucktards at once.

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps Find You Young Fuck Meat

killer phone sexI enjoy killer phone sex calls. But I prefer to be the accomplice and not the victim anymore. However, as a switch I do go both ways. Sometimes, I meet a kinky pervert at the strip club. John comes to the club once a week. Big tipper. Likes to cum on my tits in the VIP room. Last week, he asked me how much money I needed to live happily ever after. And I thought perhaps, this was a fantasy question. So, I tossed out a number. Then he asked what I would be willing to do for it.

I should have known he was feeling me out. So, I told him just about anything that did not involve animals or shit. And he said what about kidnapping a young girl for his rape phone sex fantasies. My eyes lit up because I am no stranger to such accomplice jobs. But I was a stranger to the amount of money he offered me. Wow. More money than a few men combined have paid me to help them violate young girls.

Maybe he was joking, but when I went back to his place, I saw huge stacks of money. What did this guy do for a living. He comes into the club looking like your average guy. Even drives a normal car. I thought perhaps he sells drugs or maybe he was in the mob. But I knew it was rare to have that much cash laying around your house. But I did not ask questions. Not my place.

I Can Be Your Accomplice and Help You Get a Young Girl to Fuck

But I took the money and did the job. Found him the perfect young piece of meat. Young girls might be the dumbest things around. They always trust me. Sometimes, I must use chloroform, but most girls hold my had as I lead them to their torture or death. I brought her right to my client’s penthouse suite. It surprised me that he planned on fucking this angel in his own place.

I ripped her clothes off, shoved a ball gag in her mouth to muffled her cries and screams. And I turned on some music. No one on his floor. He owns the entire top floor. Still had no clue what he did for a living. But curiosity killed the cat, so I kept my mouth shut and helped him make a teen rape porn with this little fuck meat doll. And I cleaned up her bloody cunt with my mouth.

I thought he would kill the girl, but he kept her for his fuck doll collection.  He seemed like a man just like my former master. Keep a young fuck doll until she ages out. Maybe, I can help you find a tender morsel to fuck too?

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.