Tag: Taboo phone sex

Deadly Gangbang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornI was watching a gangbang rape porn in a seedy porn theater. I guess nowadays, they are all seedy. It was master’s order that I watch a violent sex film, so I did. I was not alone in the theater, however. There were a bunch of men in the theater too. They slowly approached me, making a circle around me. I wasn’t sure if this had been staged or random. I figured they were just horny men who wanted to nut with the only woman in the theater. That was until they started acting out scenes in the film I was watching. They shoved multiple cocks up my ass at once. Hands started grasping around my throat so tightly I think I passed out for a little bit. They were living out their rape phone sex fantasies and I was their victim. Or, they were being told to violate me. I still didn’t know. When one guy brought out a knife, I got scared. He made cuts all over my body.  His pals were egging him on to do more damage. If they were following the snuff film, my tits would be slashed, and my ass and pussy would be stabbed with knives. They had not deviated from the film yet. I was trembling in fear. They were a few minutes behind the film but doing everything they saw so far. When they pulled out of my ass, I knew what was next.  I tried to run, but two of them held me down while the others took turns stabbing my cunt and ass. The more I screamed, the harder they stabbed. I couldn’t stop screaming though because my insides, my female organs, were being shredded. They gutted me like a pig and left me lying there bleeding out. One final insult, they pissed on me as they let me die on a dirty cum stained floor.

Bloody Lacy Sick and Twisted

Sadistic phone sex

 

He wants to make me bleed I guess you can call me a fucking smut loving slut. I like it every way but him he likes it a certain way, Mr. Price is what we will call my crazy friend. Mr. Price loves getting into mutilation sex. Last night Mr. Price had a taste for two scrumptious bloody cunts, and I did get him what he wanted. I called over a sexy brunette friend of mine her blue eyes are masterful. My friend Lacey will do anything for money she’s just that kind of low-life dirty skank bitch, and I love it. Lacey is a beautiful piece of cunt meat, and she’s so obedient to the cause of torture. My girl loves bloodletting she cuts herself while I videotape. She likes to be called the dirty fucking bitch she loves to be berated that’s just the kind of classic greedy sex monster that I need. Last night was spectacular I got to do things to Lacey that have only been done to me it was perfect. I handcuffed Lacey to a sex poll it had her bent over legs open wide and strapped hands to feet. I got to shove my entire fist in that dirty bitches ass hole. If you can believe it Lacey beg for more I was paying her by the hour, so she never wanted to quit. Granny fucking Desi Lacey you’re going to get it tonight bitch every fucking painful part of it. Mr. Price wanted me to be the lead mistress meaning I had to Institute the torture I had to make the pussy bleed. This cum guzzling bitch is a dream come true she needs it the agony, the pain it is a pleasure to her. Beat me slice me stab me get your blood all over me and get my blood all over your cock. We were both bloody messes because while slicing her Mr. Price was slicing me and while I was beating her Mr. Price was eating my pussy with a hot iron rod. Fuck me Mr. Price with the fucking hot iron rod swell my pussy up. I did the same to Lacey I jabbed a hot iron Rod inside of her asshole in and out over and over again steaming hot spicy cunt. She screamed I screamed we all screamed for more. I love the torture give me your worst

Ass Rape Porn Little Sluts

ass rape pornI love being an ass rape porn star. The more my ass gets fucked and ruined, the more gigs I get. Everyone wants to hire the girl that will take anything or anyone up her ass. I answered a casting call for an anal sex whore. The ad clearly wanted a seasoned whore because it said ass virgins need not apply. I have been taking cock up my ass since I was daddy’s ass slave. When I showed up to the casting call, I was expecting to fuck the director or at least the casting guy. I was hired on the spot. The director had seen my work. He was even hoping I would audition. This was not going to be a mainstream movie. This was a private movie being made for one viewer. I didn’t care if I got paid. I should have let that be a red flag, but I let the Benjamin’s distract me. The next day I showed up at some remote mansion. I met an older Greek man name Nick. He showed me the room where the filming would be. I was shocked to see 6 very young girls tied up and gagged. They appeared to be sex trafficked girls. They were looking at me for help, but I knew if I tried to let them go, I would be killed. This shit was real. The premise of this home movie was that I was the head mistress at an anal training school for young girls. I told myself to focus on the money. When I started force fucking those young asses with dildos and beer bottles, I got super wet. I have my own rape phone sex fantasies. I tore those little buttholes up. They were bleeding and prolapsed. The young girls were crying and screaming, which made me wetter and our patron harder. After a few hours of force fucking those asses, they were primed for his dick. It felt good to be on the other side of the pain for once. Nick is having me come back to help him train some more little trafficked whores. I can’t wait.

Bath Time Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex

Babysitting is not my thing.  Killer phone sex is.  However, if you combine the two, one could have a real fucking great time.  When I was younger I would; on occasion; babysit the brats two streets over.  I hated them.  Their big eyes, their tiny bodies, their dimples, their high pitched little voices.  All of that shit.  I remember the female had these fluffy pink footie pajamas that I used to have to put on her after she took her bath.  The male  had fluffy blue ones.  Why? Why do this? Stop dressing your vaginal discharges as fluffy things, fluffy things get eaten. 

Once, their parents went out of town for three days.  I had to be in that house with them.  Sure the money was good, but having to deal with them and their happy selves was almost more than what I could bare. One night while I was giving Ginny her bath she slipped, banged her head on the faucet pretty hard, then slipped into the water.  I had to grab her.  She started to cry and bleed.  Just a little cut on her forehead.  Nothing major, but any cuts to the head area will bleed like a son of a bitch.  I was mesmerized.

One tiny drop went into the water.  It swirled around, grew tendrils, floated downward, then dissipated into the water. I still remember that.  All of a sudden I had the urge to reach up, grab her Dad’s razor, slice her throat, lay her down in the tub and watch the dance of the blood mixing with the water.  It made me feel calm.  It made me feel horny.  I imagined these huge billows of red blooming from the wound, turning the clear water into a red heaven.  All the while she would be floating in it, her eyes wide open, her hair splayed out above her like a halo.  Her soft, warm body turning paler, her lips becoming a perfect shade of bluish purple while her gaping neck wound continued to release the precious liquid that had kept her alive up until now. 

Then I thought how nice it would be to grab her Brother only to do the same thing to him.  Both of them, forever perfect, floating, their bodies bobbing in synchronization.  Me getting into the tub with them after there was the barest sliver of life left, humming them a lullaby as they drifted off into the warm long sleep. I would sit and caress them, bathe myself in their bloody bath water, relishing every second of it.  I would take my time, use their bodies to pleasure myself while they still twitched, barely alive, until they just stopped bleeding. 

I didn’t do that of course, I mean I would of been caught pretty damn quickly.  This is one of the defining moments that helped create my love of death, the love of hurting little things, and the love of killing.

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex stories make my cunt wet. I love blood. The feel of it. The taste of it. The look of it. I was more deranged than usual Sunday. I took Sunday Funday to a new level. I snatched a young girl from a church parking lot. I wanted to carve her up and play in her blood. That is exactly what I did too. This blonde angel in her Sunday best was covered in blood after one cut. Her skin was like a porcelain doll. Soft and tender. I made cuts all over her body and masturbated as she screamed in pain for her mommy. I watched her blood spurt and run out of the holes I made. It made me hot seeing her tender flesh bleed like an ocean. I gave her one last cut to her throat to shut her the fuck up. Watching it cascade out was wicked hot. It sprayed on my body. I rubbed my pussy as her warm blood coated my face.  She died quickly. It was a shame to let her go too soon. I could have doused her in lye to get rid of her remains, but I decided she would make a tasty meal. I boiled her in water with some spices and veggies. She was small, so she wouldn’t feed an army, but she did feed me well. Hopefully, she understood she would be better off dead in my belly than alive. I know I should have invited some friends to feast on her tender flesh. I mean it was like eating veal. I was just wicked hungry for human flesh. I was greedy and wanted to consume her all. I did just that. I ate her cooked body and gave her bones to my dogs. No one will ever know what happened to little Harper but me and you.

Snuff Movies Starring Your Wife

Snuff movies

My boyfriend and I just made one of what I hope to be many snuff movies. Let me tell you how it all began. I started seeing this married man. Oh, don’t judge me I am not the one that is married, and happy men don’t cheat. He knew about my dark side but I don’t think he realized to what depth. We were laying in bed after I had just given him the deepthroat blowjob of his dreams. When he ask me if I had ever thought about killing someone. Oh now you are talking the language that makes my pussy purr. With a wicked little laugh I responded with of course.

Then I ask you who you wanted to kill cause you know me I don’t just want to kill someone. I want to torture, fuck, and then snuff the life out of them. You told me your wife. I put a for sale by owner sign in the yard. You brought her to my house under the premonition that you might be buying her this house. You led her down into my dark basement. I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with some chloroform. We ripped her clothes off and handcuff her hands behind her back. I started biting her nipple and I could taste her blood in my mouth when she awoke screaming.

Poor little pretty princess is going to be tortured to death and with the help of her own husband. I grab the back of her hair and pull her head back. I tell her to open her mouth. I have you shove your big hard cock into her wet mouth. I start pulling her head back and forth by her hair. I tell her if she had of been a good wife and given her husband the blowjobs that he deserved her ass wouldn’t be in this position. I start slapping her pussy with my riding crop telling her to suck your cock harder. You reach up and wrap your hands around her throat. You choke the life out of her worthless body as you cum in her mouth feeling fully satisfied. It is the first time in over 7 years that the bitch finally gave you a blowjob.

Accomplice phone sex

Slash For Cash

Taboo phone sex

You find’em and I’ll grind’em. Ha!  Do you know there are a lot of Step Parents out there who absolutely hate their new Partner’s offspring? I shit you not my friends.  Some of those feelings go well beyond hate.  They detest them, the mere sight of them makes them want to throw up.  I would imagine Rage Step-Parenting wouldn’t be a great thing for the newly married couple.  Might dampen some of that marital bliss I would think. Luckily for those Steps the Goddess has seen fit to put someone like me onto this shit hole of a planet.

You see, I can make those little pests just go away.  Because of the nature of disposal there is always a fee involved.  I don’t care what age, what they look like, what they sound like, or anything like that.  As long as I get paid I do not care. Picking them up at their own home isn’t a problem, I’m like a Death Uber or some shit.  The Step-Parent brings them right out and puts those little fuckers right into my car.  How convenient is that? 

All I do is drive away to a nice secluded place.  Of course the little shits are always confused as fuck but that’s okay, they won’t be confused for very long.  They won’t be much of anything for very long.  Sometimes I like to play with them for awhile.  Cut them, burn them, brand them, stab at them, anything to make them scream.  Other times I have shit to do so I just slit their throats then toss them some place to rot.  

The best part of all this is when I see the news reports with the parents begging for the person who took their brat to bring them home.  The tears, the sobbing, the utter fucking lie.  Motherfuckers are god damned Sociopathic.  It makes me laugh.  All that fucking acting.  In the end though, it will just become a memory and once a year there will be some sort of vigil or some shit for the poor lost one.  I go to those damn things.  It always gives me a little thrill for the Step-Parent to see me again.  I think it makes them nervous, which it so fucking should, because I am privy to the biggest secret of their lives. 

Torture Sex Death Sentence

torture sexTorture sex death was my punishment. I committed treason and was sentenced to a new age prison where they were experimenting with new death row techniques. I thought I had more time when the warden showed up. He stripped me off my rank and clothes. I was humiliated standing before him naked and pleading for my life. I wanted a second chance, but he dragged me to the courtyard where others were waiting to watch my demise. He injected me with nanomittes designed to kill me when I had an orgasm. They are these microscopic robots that can be programmed to do just about anything, including killing a woman the moment she cums by stopping her heart in a very painful way. Honestly, when he injected me, I thought it was bullshit. Some scare tactic to humiliate and instill fear. My life was over quickly soon thereafter. I am a pain slut. No matter what they did to hurt me, I got wet. Lashes with a whip, electric shocks up my ass…just made me wetter, which caused pain in my chest. I cum easily with pain, so no matter how hard I tried to fight, I knew my snuff porn nightmare would be over soon. When the warden went straight to my pussy with this huge ass industrial looking vibrator, I knew I was dead. I struggled, tried to think of something else, but in the end, I am a dirty nasty whore. Even facing my death, I was cumming. What the fuck is wrong with me? I deserved to die.

Blood

Bloody phone sex It is Monday and it is fucking late like 4 am or some bullshit but I need to get laid. And not only do I need to get laid but I need a good beat down too. I know a few guys I can call but the one I am calling loves knife play. I am in the mood to smell and taste my own blood. My little dirty secret is I love blood especially my blood. I love the feeling of it trickling down my flesh. My cunt gets so fucking wet. Even now writing this blog I am dragging my cunt against my bed. I am going to give him a call right now I am teasing myself too much I need to fucking cum!

Snuff Sex Turns Me On

snuff sexHe asked me if I was into snuff sex. We were at a BDSM club. I was high and in a bad ass mood. The club I go to is strictly a BDSM club. No blood or bodily fluids can be exchanged, or they lose their license. Phone numbers and social media information, however, can be exchanged. When a guy asks you about snuff sex, it is code in the BDSM underworld for violent sex. It doesn’t mean you have a death wish. Its aggressive, hardcore fucking that sometimes makes you wish you were dead. When I got home that night, I looked up Mr. Tall Dark and Brooding on Facebook and Twitter. He was clearly a bad boy player, which meant the sex would be off the charts. I showed up at his place two days later for some hot sex. Apparently, our ideas about hooking up were different. When I arrived, it wasn’t a cool loft like I expected. Red flag. I should have run. It was a dilapidated old warehouse that was partially burned out. What wasn’t destroyed, looked like a drug house. Honestly, I thought he punked me. I figured he was not interested in me and he gave me bogus information. Typical guy behavior. I started to leave, when some one hit me over the head. I woke up and I was bound, gagged and surrounded by men. This was snuff porn, not hot rough sex. These men looked like wild beasts starving for my flesh. I heard his voice over a speaker. He was serving as a macabre director. He told the guys to tear me from limb to limb. At his command, like well trained dogs, they attacked. They were pulling my limbs, fucking my ass and even eating my flesh. The pain was agonizing. It was like a zombie attack.  All I could think about, was what was wrong with me? I was being dismembered, force fucked and eaten alive. Instead of being terrified, I was wet and super aroused. I am such a sick bitch.