Now that the cats out of the bag my master is happy as can be not only can he capitalize on the profit he can also make sure to overwork me even more? There is nothing men love more than a pregnant twat. Pregnants cunts are the tightest and the most fun to fuck up. Snuff sex with a whore who is knocked up is fun. The more the get far along in their pregnancy, the more helpless they are. I have been fucking more guys since I have been pregnant than ever. You will be surprised how many guys want to be able to nut in a whore who is expecting. One of my clients ends up chocking me to the point that my face is blue. I also get all my hoes have been ripped and stretched with each guy that nails me. It doesn’t matter because I am bound to be a nasty baby making machine forever.
Tag: Mutilation phone sex
Breeding Baby Machine
Knife Play Tonight
My fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.
Dark Fantasy Phone Sex
Dark fantasy phone sex is my specialty. You wouldn’t survive a day in my head. Even when I was a little girl, I knew I was different. Other students at school called me Wednesday Addams, but my brain was even darker than her doomsday shit. I have murderous intents, and no one is off limits. I ran into this bitch I went to high school with a few weeks ago. She was a privileged white bitch who ruled the school. She was the Queen bee of the mean girls. She made it her mission to make my life hell. When I ran into her at the mall, she was very pregnant. Like ready to pop pregnant. She recognized me. I was shocked that she approached me. She acted like we were old friends who had not seen each other in a decade. It was like nothing ever happened. I couldn’t tell if it was fake sincerity or selective memory. She was wearing designer clothes, sporting a huge wedding ring and looking freshly coiffed. I wanted to rip that devil’s spawn right from her belly with a big knife in the middle of the mall. I faked sincerity and waited until dark to mutilate her pregnant body. I followed her home, waited patiently until she went back out. She looked like she was going to a yoga class. She never made it home from class. I chloroformed the bitch, drove her car to my kill shack where I had an accomplice waiting. My friend is into snuff sex with pregnant whores. I didn’t charge him for this one. This one was personal. I masturbated as he fucked the spawn out of her stuck up cunt. First his cock, then a baseball bat with barbed wire. Her blood curdling screams and too late apologies made me wet. Before long, she was dead, bleeding out on the floor with her aborted devil’s spawn thrashing on the floor for its life. My friend came on its dying body then squashed it like a bug. Dead mommy and dead spawn are now in a barrel of lye disintegrating rapidly.
Torture Theater
I’ve been friends with my neighbor for a while he loves hearing about my pain slut adventures. He’s always been skeptical questions how much pain I could really tolerate, and I always tease and tell him he was free to find out. I never expected that he actually would. Right when I was in the middle of my coffee he approached behind me and I felt a hard stinging in the back of my neck and the room just started to fade away. When I came too I was tied down to a wooden chair upon a stage with a spotlight on me. I could squint and see a few rows of people watching me, I looked down and I was completely naked. I turned my head at the footsteps approaching me and then my neighbor was in a long white coat and devious smiled on his face. He started with a hard slap to my face, when he announced to everyone we were about to see just how much pain I would tolerate. He even gave me a safe word to use if I wanted him to stop, which I merely laughed. He has no clue what type of death wish I had, I merely told him I would never ask him to stop. In response he grab my nipples squeeze and stretched them out before jamming a needle through each one. I merely let out a little squeal and stared at him challenging him to bring his worse. I could see everyone watching getting excited intrigued by my lust for more pain. He pulled out a long knife and made several long slits along my sides, prying his fingers into them to stretch them wider. I couldn’t help but scream but still refused to give in, in fact the bright red color glowing off his white coat only made me smile.
Evil Angel Of Death
Evil Phone Sex with the sexy Angel of death. I will kill and torture for my own sexual gratifications. I get hungry fucking in so much blood. A wine glass full of blood to go with my burger made up of brat flesh. I take you down, down into my chamber of death and you see your wife and two teen girls strapped to the walls. I have cut all their nipple off and have them ready to be shoved up those beautiful bubble asses. I sit you in the throne and you watch as I pull your wife off the wall and bend her over in front of you. I have my hand on neck crushing her windpipe as I shove her and her daughters nipples up her puckered ass hole. I am making you eat her ass out after I stuff it your cock grows huge and I slice her throat wide open and let the blood spew all over you. I shove theat dead pussy on your cock and bounce your deceased wife up and down your cock until you give me your cum.
I throw her to the side and take down one of these Pretty blonde ankle bitters I slice open her ass hold and i shove my fist in her ass making her scream and begg for mercy. “Daddy will you help her?” Or will you let me have more meat tales for my cannibalism phone sex?
Bloody Audition
So a friend of mine told me about a local audition that was being held for a dungeon torture porn film. Which grabbed my interest so I requested to meet with the director/producer for a audition. I promised him he could do whatever he wanted to me. No special effects needed, I wanted to feel everything not just pretend. I offered him authenticity for this so of course he was skeptical and thought I was bluffing. He asked if I was willing to prove my tolerance. I volunteered gleefully. He asked for me to strip down and show him my lovely body. He quizzed me on pain preferences and decided to put me to the test. I hit myself repeatedly in the face, rubbing my swollen clit with my legs wide open. I twisted and dug my nails deep into my nipples until I could see those red warm droplets falling down against my creamy skin. He seemed pleased and brought over a big 8 inch dildo with golden spikes covered the tip. “May I?” he asked not waiting for a response he jammed it quickly into my wet pussy, pushing it in and out rapidly. I could feel it scraping my insides the pain was enough to make me scream. He then climb on top of me using his free hand to wrap around my throat until I felt the world spinning around me. It had been awhile since I came that hard, and I’m proud to say I nailed my audition!
Torture Sex Killer for Hire
Torture sex killer is my handle on the darknet. I have no problem finding men who want to hire me for the jobs that they lack the balls to do. I am a sick bitch with no remorse. I am not cheap, but I am efficient. Taylor contacted me last week for a job he needed done quickly. He was hiring me as a contract killer on his girl friend’s daughter. The girl is your typical spoil bitch cock tease. She has been blowing her mother’s boyfriend for gifts and money for months now. She denies him access to her perfect cunt, however. She recently told him she needed a new car, or she would tell her mother that he forced himself on her. He has plenty of money to buy her a car. He has plenty of money to hire her executioner too. Smart man. He knew it would never stop. She would blackmail him until she was old enough that touching his dick wouldn’t matter. He paid me what three cars would have cost. When he showed me her picture, my cunt got wet at the thought of a teen rape porn with this slut. I hate hot teen cock teases like her. I killed her last night. Today’s headline read, “The Grisly Death of a Cheerleader.” I made it look like a home invasion gone wrong. Terribly wrong. I massacred the bitch while her mom was out with my client giving him an airtight alibi. I stabbed her in the cunt a few times. Sexually mutilated her perfect teen body. Chopping off her perky tits was my favorite part. She cried and screamed as I stabbed her porcelain skin. By the time I was done, she was unrecognizable. Just a pile of raw hamburger meat. The sexual frenzy would make it look like a deranged madman or maybe a ritualistic murder. Anything to make the cops look for a stranger. A deranged psychopathic killer like me. Who can I slay for you?
Feeding You That Manhood
I love tormenting my sissy fuck faggots like you. I am a very sadistic cunt who has no remorse for the things I do. There is a reason I wear stiletto heels, one instance is when I crush balls while making stupid pin pricks stroke what they call a dick but I call a joke. I love the feeling of the balls squeezing and them whimpering and I slap that stupid face. I love making a guy stroke harder while I cut your balls out of that sack and drip the blood as lube and don’t you dare cry, you are a man not a bitch. I make deep cuts on that manhood of yours and make you keep stroking even though it’s bloody playdough at this point. Keep stroking like you are going to cum and I just slice it off cutting into your soft fleshy hand. I tell you to open up and I feed your vienna sausage to you. You fall over and I stand there getting myself off laughing the whole time.
Monty’s Bloody Auction House- Two
I watched myself on the monitor and stared at the views and comments they were making. At lot of people were saying “Yummy” and swapping out recipes. Others were insults and vulgar comments like “Can’t wait to see this stupid dumb whore hacked to bits, it’s going to make me explode”. All I could do was whimper and cry begging for them to stop, which only made things worse. Of course I was dumb and stupid, the perfect target. No one would miss me. According to the timer on the screen it was 2 hours before the man came back. This time he covered his face with a strange clown mask which only allowed for you to see his mouth. When he stepped in front of the camera the chatroom soon filled with “Hey Monty”, “Yay Monty’s here” from the eager audience ready for some bloodshed. He addressed them “Hello my loyal followers, as you can see I have secured quite the beauty for us to…enjoy”. He walked to his computer and launched another window to display on the screen label Bid: currently with a zero next to it. “As most of you know, but in case of newcomers. Highest bid wins, blood vials of course can be purchased as always in the store among other none bid worthy parts” he chuckled. He then grab a large bonesaw and walked towards me. “It’s your big debut sweetheart” he laughed and licked my face. “Let’s begin the Mutilation!” he cheered on in the camera. The chat blew up with cheers and encouragement. All ready to watch me be cut into bits for sale.
Let’s Taste Each Other
It was a blind date, one of my close friends suggested him to me. She said he was my kind of peculiar. It wasn’t until near the end of the evening I figured out what she had meant. We had met up earlier in the day to catch a movie. He was a nice looking man very well mannered and polite. He was also very gentle which I didn’t really care for, but the way he was so careful was curious. After the movie he offered to cook us dinner back at his place. I accepted to be polite although I was finding our date very boring. He sat me down at the table and started to prepare things in kitchen. He grabbed a hefty size knife and walked over to the table. He then said “Have you ever tasted yourself Juliet?” he grinned placing the tip of the knife against his tongue. It was like a new person suddenly I couldn’t quite explain it. “I’m not sure what you mean” I replied curiously. He paused and answered “I think to be truly intimate with someone, you should share your flavor with them.” As he finished he pulled up his sleeve and sliced off a slice of his own flesh, and walked into the kitchen placing it in the frying pan. I smiled, when I finally understood that he was my kind of peculiar. I walked into the kitchen and took the knife from his hand and cut off a slice of myself. “In that case, let’s taste each other” I grinned.