Tag: Taboo phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Goth Teen’s Dark Desires: Snuff Fantasy

Goth teen phone sexHey, freaks and fetishists, prepare for a twisted tale from a goth teen’s phone sex adventure. This shit’s dark, so hold on tight, you sick bastards. Let’s dive into the depths of my twisted mind!

“Welcome to my nightmare,” I purred, my voice laced with malice. “You’re gonna love this, you sick fuck. I’m gonna make your snuff fantasy come alive.” The caller, a perv with a taste for the taboo, was already hooked. I described a scenario where I’d seduce and then brutally end their pathetic life. I reveled in the graphic details, painting a picture of their demise. “Imagine my pale skin against your lifeless body, a bloody masterpiece. You’re gonna die hard for me,” I teased. The caller’s breath grew ragged, caught between fear and arousal.

This phone sex session was a descent into a macabre world, blurring the lines of life and death. You twisted fucks craving taboo shit should dial in. I’m your goth princess, ready to take you to the edge and beyond. Embrace your dark side; it’s where the real fun begins! 💀🔪🔥

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Take the Risks for You

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners are what men like you need. And I bet you agree. Since I am a no limits kind of woman, I make the perfect partner in crime. So, that combined with the fact that I am a woman means I can find you any woman you want. And any girl or boy too. John wanted a young blonde schoolgirl. With the amount of money that he paid me, I would do anything he wanted.  And I did.

First, I lured a little girl away from school. The object of his lust looked so adorable too. His own niece. So, he provided me with everything I needed to know to lure her to him. But I told him to stay home because if things went south, he would not be caught on any school cameras or street cams. I wore a black wig with big sunglasses covering enough of my face to make me unrecognizable.

The girl had no stranger danger for me. And none for her uncle. She should have been scared. She got wise when she realized Uncle John wanted to make a teen rape porn with her as the star. But I understood his attraction to her. Cute girl next door type. A banging little body too. According to my accomplice, she cock teases him. She is old enough to be reliable if questioned about who abused her.

An Accomplice Does The Hard Shit While You Have the Fun

But she did not survive the night. Uncle John destroyed her little cunt and ass with his huge cock. Split her in two leaving a big gaping hole between her ass and pussy. Although he did not intend to kill her. He had no choice. She saw him and he ruined her fuck holes. She needed medical attention. So, as his accomplice, I told him we had no choice but to bury her body where it could not be found. I made the decision that she needed to be a snuff sex porn star. And I slit her throat and buried her. Cleaned up the mess for him.

It might take a while for him to heal from this. But when I am your accomplice, you pay me to make tough decisions. It is how I keep you off the radar. Killing a surrogate is the best. But, when you cannot do the hard shit, your accomplice will.  

Domination Phone Sex Turns a Woman into Your Slave Not Your Accomplice

domination phone sexWomen like me crave domination phone sex. I am submissive. Guys like me to be in the driver’s seat sometimes, or the accomplice, but I am better at being the whore. Just a druggy stupid whore who trades her fuck holes and dignity for coke or money to get coke. Recently, I met Jeff at a dive bar. He hired me to be his accomplice in exchange for coke money. But he wanted my help doing something only a woman could help with. And that involved kidnaping a young schoolgirl.

I have sons, not daughters. So, I did not feel bad about what he wanted me to do for him. Its just not my personality to be mean to others. But when he threatened to not give me any coke, I knew I had to go through with what he wanted me to do. Sorry, but coke is more important to me than some young girl.

I am Best as Your Fuck Puppet

Although I did feel guilty, I led her away and straight to him. And I thought my job was done. However, it had only just begun. He wanted me to eat her bald cunt and asshole. But I do not have rape phone sex fantasies for young girls I told him. And he smacked me and told me again that he did not need to give me any coke. So, I got on my knees and ate her pussy. I pinched her nipples too, making her cry. She called me a mean old lady, and I wanted to cry. Told you I am not a good female accomplice or dominant woman.

This guy got off on hurting the girl but making me uncomfortable too. But he told me to do more and more things to do to her, which I did. But I did not enjoy it. I popped her cherry with my fist. She cried and cried and cried. And I almost did too. Finally, he stopped after I fisted her ass. Well, he stopped making me do things to her like his macabre puppet. But he made me watch him destroy her holes further and film it. I felt like his taboo phone sex victim too.

But I did as he told me, got my coke and ran fast away from him. Once I got home, I did several lines and tried to forget what he made me do for that coke.

Girls Who Need Domination Phone Sex Do Not Make Great Accomplices

Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.

Torture sex goes deep and makes me ache

I live for Torture sex, for the exquisite agony that consumes my every waking moment. As a hot snuff slave whore, it is my duty, nay, my privilege, to endure the most violent, sadistic torments imaginable at the hands of my ruthless Master. I crave the feeling of his heavy leather belt slicing across my tender flesh, leaving bloody welts in its wake. Torture sexBut even a good slave like myself is not immune to punishment. No matter how diligently I serve my Master, no matter how many depraved acts I submit to, he always finds reason to discipline me further. It’s as if my suffering is the very air he breathes. And oh, how I ache for it!
When Master Daddy gets mad, he needs to take it out on me. He says it reminds me of my place. I think this time around, he really damaged me. I doubt he can make me a breeding whore after how he furiously impaled me. He took this long, thick rod and fucked me endlessly. There I was, hanging from the ceiling; I could hear my blood dripping on the floor.
He would use all his strength to penetrate me. The worst is when he twists it inside. He tore me up badly because it wasn’t just that rod he used. He loves a bloody cunt, and my bloody Snuff sex slave cunny got a Daddy pounding. My Master’s cruelty knows no bounds, and neither does my devotion to him. I long for the day when he will snuff out my miserable existence in the most agonizing way possible just to savor the final, exquisite moment of my suffering. For a slave like me, there is no sweeter release than that.

Choke me out on the table top pussy pounder

 

Taboo phone sex

While my master and I are alone, without company to torture and abuse me he loves to choke me out, turn me blue, make my lights go out. Now I want you to do the same, unload into my submissive, stretched, clammed up tiny beauty box.

On the torture table I go, tied down, leather bound, mechanical devices inserted inside me. I’m sadly so familiar with this room, but eventually love the abuse, take advantage of of the toys and devices. Mommy passed me around at such a young age that when these older men come in to violate me I instantly spew, spit, leaky and drip. Their strong and dominate, throwing me around, choking my throat, controlling my mind at the same time.  You turn on that mechanical big boner thruster.  Up to ten, pounding my tiny sweet pooter. Squeezing through my insides, scratching, ripping, tearing my little fanny walls up.

That’s not enough for you, with a god damn additional dildo on my bell, over stimulated my snatch was about to fucking blow off, white, goey, chunking facial jizz.  I left you with piles of squishy, squirt, seeping lady liquids from your mouth.

Babysitter Phone Sex Provides You with a Sweet Young Thing to Destroy

babysitter phone sexBeing a bad babysitter phone sex babe puts me in high demand. Men need access to tiny holes. And posing as a babysitter is a perfect cover to scope out new talent for perverted old men like Steve. We go way back to when I was 19 and doing BDSM porn. We acted in a few scenes together. The older he got the more interest he had in little girls.

Now Steve is a bad ass man. He knows how to use whips and chains. And he can beat a girl without leaving a mark on the outside. Honestly, he scares me a bit. He can be pure evil when he wants. So, I stay on his good side. We had not spoken in a while, but he called me up last week and told me he needed a model for a teen rape porn. And he wanted her scared, innocent and fighting.

So, I knew what that meant. I needed to pose as a babysitter and kidnap a little angel for him to ruin. And I found Heather, a super young blonde girl who could melt anyone’s heart with her big smile and beautiful green eyes. She could be a model. I knew Steve would love ruining her. I did not like it, but I focused on the money. She reminded me of myself when I was young. Back before life went to shit for me.

Being the Accomplice is So Much Fun

I drugged her after the parents left. And when she passed out, I drove her to Steve’s place. She woke up tied to a table and naked. I told her to be a good girl, and she would live. Even though I knew that was a lie because when making his own movies, Steve leans towards snuff porn. Don’t leave a witness.  And he didn’t.

He fucked this poor girl to death. Tore open her pussy with some rough sex. Same for her asshole too. Both holes gaped open and bleeding profusely. And I caught it all on film. Even captured the moment he slit her throat. I would be lying if I said seeing her getting abused did not excite me a little. It was not me. And I got paid well.

Snuff movies leaves me dirty and playing dead

Snuff movies There is no end to Snuff movies. My first snuff film was a real doozy. They told me I would be playing a dead body But I had to fuck a dead body. First I was made into dick meat, was pounded into the mud but dozens of men. They fucked me so hard I thought I was going to be snuffed out.
I can’t say no to any role they throw at me. If they want me to play a lifeless sex toy, I’ll obey.  Want me to fuck a rotting corpse? I can’t say no. Master even told me they like that I am disgusted when riding a stiff. The more I did it, the more I had to act disgusted than I really was.
I am a sick twisted slut, but I don’t think I was always that way. Or maybe I was, I don’t know. I know when the cameras are recording, I’d better put on a good show or I’ll be next. I am constantly reminded that one wrong move and I’ll be the next Snuff sex slave corpse.

Taboo Phone Sex Might Just Cost You Your Balls

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind for me. No vanilla shit is offered here. Men are stupid. They see a Goth girl and think they can just fuck her. Like we are desperate for their fucking average cock. And men who think no means yes. I guess they did not get the memo that no means no.

So, when Gary hit on me at a bar last night, I knew he would get a free ball removal from me. Now, if he had understood no meant no, he would still have his testicles. But this asshole kept pressing his luck. And finally, I let him think he wore me out. Sometimes, men act so pathetic and desperate. I guess they are a slave to their dicks.

Balls are a Privilege Not a Right

Well, Gary will no longer be a slave to his balls because he no longer has them. So that means his dick will never get hard again. Without the balls, the dick hangs like a limp noodle forever. I went back to Gary’s place with him. I’m always strapped with knives, so no one ever gets away with anything with me. I convinced the loser to 69 with me. The first time I ever had a loser’s balls that close to my face, but I did not want him to see the castration phone sex coming. And he did not see it coming either.

His dick and his balls dangled in front of my face. Even though I did not want him anywhere near my cunt, I needed him to learn a lesson. So, I sucked it up. Although, I planned on using my knife to cut his balls off, I had a change of heart. I still planned on castrating him. But instead of my knife, I decided to bite his balls off. It’s messy. And painful. But fun. At least fun for me.

Men Who Do Not Take No for an Answer Lose Their Balls

My teeth tore through that thin skin at the base of his cock. He tried to get off me, but like a Pitbull, I did not let go. He could not shake me. Once my teeth managed to rip his ball sack off, I pushed him off me. He covered my face in blood. Not the first time. And it will not be the last time that someone’s blood coated my body. He laid on the other side of the bed like a rag doll. Limp and looking dead. But I did not kill him. He just went into the shock from the loss of blood and pain.

I cauterized the wound with a lighter. Then I left. Although I could have enjoyed the torture sex longer, I wanted to wash his blood off me. And the smell of his worthless sack. Luckily, I never got pulled over. A cop would know by the look of me that I committed a crime. Hopefully Gary learned a lesson, even if he learned it the hard way.