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Shredded cuntie piss test on my face, brutal golden showers

Taboo phone sex

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.

Snuff phone sex

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.

Torture Sex Leads To My Ultimate, Devastating Bliss

First off, I crave the edge where pain twists into ecstasy. Ultimately, Torture sex is the greatest. With my body begging for torture that pushes me to the brink.

Tonight, in this shadowed room, my lover binds my wrists above my head with rough rope. In fact, the fibers bite into my skin as he tightens the knots.

Then he circles me like a predator, his eyes dark with hunger. Like a good whore, I arch my back, offering my naked form—breasts heaving, nipples already hard peaks aching for his touch.

Ultimately, he starts slow, trailing a leather whip across my thighs, then cracks it against my ass, the sting exploding like fire. Of course, I gasp, pussy clenching with wet need, juices dripping down my inner legs. But I still need more, ‘More,’ I whisper, my masochistic core throbbing.

Torture Sex is What I Crave

Undeniably, he obliges, lashing my back, each strike reddening my flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that trickle warm. Now, pain surges through me. However, it fuels my Snuff sex desires. With the heat building between my legs, I grind my hips against nothing, desperate for friction.

Next, he drops the whip and grabs my throat. With fingers digging into my windpipe, he laughs. Essentially, strangulation grips me, air cut off as he squeezes, my vision blurring at the edges.

Instinctively, I buck against him, lungs burning, but my clit pulses wildly. Finally, he forces two fingers into my soaking pussy, thrusting hard while choking me tighter.

Moreover, stars burst behind my eyes; asphyxiation heightens every sensation. Bringing my pussy clamping down on his invading digits as orgasm builds in suffocating waves.

‘You’re mine to break,’ he growls, releasing just enough for a ragged breath. Once that little bit of air is gasped in my lungs, he slams his cock into me.

Effectively, he pounds relentlessly, hand back on my neck, cutting off my air again. After all, strangulation phone sex is what I crave.

Now, I convulse, body on fire, the taboo thrill of snuff play making me wetter. Then he strangles harder, my face purpling, pussy spasming around his thick shaft as I cum violently. Ultimately, squirting over his balls. But he doesn’t stop. Simultaneously fucking through my blackout haze, until he floods me with hot seed. Now my final gasps,  a symphony of dark fantasies bliss.

Torture Sex

In this fantasy, death dances close, but release pulls me back—addicted to the torture that makes me alive.

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.

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Sex With Dead Bodies Gets Me Wet

Sex with dead bodies has always been an interest of mine, I have always wondered what it would be like to watch the life leave a whore with a hard cock inside her. 

Today I had the pleasure of watching life leave some little nameless sluts’ eyes as she bounced on a big hard cock. 

It was, three of them and each time was better than the other, the youngest one fell instantly from a shot to the face, she bounced one last time and fell off that big dick. 

The oldest one shook and convulsed because I shot her in the side first, she stayed on that dick a min or so just shaking like a leaf and gurgling blood, the guy she was fucking got a little mad because her movements were too rough. 

He shoved her off and said take her out of her misery and I did with a shot to the right temple, watch her soul leave her body, made me really wet too. 

That middle one fought to the end she rode that big dick like a wild bull, bucking and bouncing, she was fucking that cock good, so good he made me wait to off the bitch.  

That made me so angry, I waited long enough, firing my gun into the back of her head watching the bullet come out of her eye and into his! Two birds with one bullet! 

Submissive school kidnapped, puffy pink pussy shredded

Kidnapping phone sex

It was a long day at school. I was a barely legal girl just waiting for the bus. However, I had a stalker. He was hunting me like prey. Loving young ladies like me to take home to torture.  He was an evil monster on a machine and my pretty pink puffy pussy was his only prize. He loved us school girls. Our little dress, bows in our hair and white tights. Nothing better than a pure virgin princess like me to rip and shred. At the time I was already beginning to be submissive. Loving gore and horror, I was gonna be the bloody little victim.

The next thing I know is he opened his van door and pulled me in by my hair. My first kidnapping was rough and raw, throwing me around like a rag doll while ripping my uniform off. “I’ve been watching you a long time” he says as he’s pulling and shredding my panties. I’m screaming yet moaning, beginning to love the feeling of the unknown.

Stranger danger turned demented devil sex as he unzips his pants and pulls out his creepy crusty cock. I thrive on exhibitionist public demeaning and demented fucking.  He’s dripping pre cum as he’s force finger fucking me. Unable to move or scream, I turned into a barely legal submissive slave in minutes while he took his rape fantasies out on me in his van.

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Dragged and tied down, gagged he had my skirt up to my titty’s. “Turn around little whore I want you doggie”. Forced to obey this devil dickhead to ruin me harder and deeper.  Bent over so far my face hitting my knees he shoved his fat jack hammer far up my tiny little cooter. I could feel his cock tip inside me he was so large and in charge. “Little pathetic cunt bitch”. he kept calling me as he filled my itty bitty hole up with his dirty juice.

This kidnapping experience turned me into a submissive slave. I long and desire to be used and abused. As he threw me to the curb with my tight wet pussy flowing bloody cum, he wanted to leave me for dead. Every time I screamed or fought back the harder he went. My tears and fears making my pussy pulsate as I lay alone in the dirt.  

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Teen Rape Porn Gets Messy When Teacher Layla Breaks Up Fight

Teen Rape PornOopsie! I think I might be the worst teacher ever, but like, I’m definitely the hottest. My life is basically a teen rape porn scene come to life, especially since I started working at this school. I was just standing there in my teeny tiny pencil skirt trying to remember how to spell “cat” or something, when suddenly Britney and Nadia just started screaming!

 It was totally crazy because they’re both, like, super pregnant by the same guy, which is so messy. Instead of being mad at him, they decided to try and kill each other right in front of my desk! Britney, that poor blonde thing, had a sharp pencil, but Nadia brought a whole knife to school! I just stood there biting my lip because I didn’t want to break a nail, you know?

Then squish Nadia accidentally poked her knife right into Britney’s big tummy. It was so gross, like, her insides started coming out and everything! I just screamed and called Mr. White, our principal. He’s so scary and tall, but he always looks at my chest instead of my eyes, so I know he likes me. Everything went blurry after the sirens started. 

Britney was rushed away, and Nadia was crying so hard, but Mr. White didn’t call the police for her. He just grabbed us both and whispered that he had a “special place” where he handles discipline. He took us to this dark, private basement at a secret location. It’s so spooky down here, but kind of exciting? Nadia was shaking so much on the big metal table, and then surprise! 

The baby started coming right then and there! I didn’t even know what to do, so I just did what Mr. White told me. He’s so bossy and powerful. While he was dealing with the situation, he had me get real close to Nadia. I started playing with her nipples to keep her “distracted” while Mr. White took control of everything.

I’m just a silly girl, but I can tell Mr. White is going to keep us here for a long, long time. He said we’re his little secrets now. I’m just following orders and keeping Nadia “busy” while he decides what to do with us in the dark. It’s so much more intense than a normal classroom!

After the little one was born right after with blood still being on the infant girls body, Mr. White decided to stick his fat cock up the little one’s bottom while tossing her up and down while she screamed loudly. Then Nadia got really pissed but couldn’t do anything about it. Now it was her turn to get played with next. Mr. White ripped her pants off and started fingering her wet pregnant pussy and started raping the fuck outta her! Call me for more context Clues… (To Be Continued)

Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

Knife Play Phone Sex

I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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