Tag: Violent Phone Sex

So Sick Of Suffocation

Suffocation phone sex

 

I’ve got a couple of clients who love choking bitches out with a breathtaking round of suffocation phone sex, so I did what I do best and kidnapped some dumb cunt so they could have a little fun and I could make a little coin.  This shit’s getting too easy, I’m going to have to find a challenge for myself soon or else I’m going to go ballistic.  They love it, I mean just look at them.  They’re going at her like she’s the last steak on the buffet, but I’m just feeling pretty blah about it.

Yeah, sure the money’s great in snatching up a slut and selling strangle sessions to all of the sick and sadistic sex addicts that run in my circles, but it’s just getting to be so simple that it’s kind of boring me, now.  Stalk and creep on a fine fuck pig, hogtie her and throw her in the van, unload her dumb ass and dump her in my dungeon, call the crew, take their cash and let them get at it.

Of course I keep an eye on things while I go at my gash, but the thrill isn’t the same for me anymore.  Like watching a porn too many times, seeing a couple of hooded hornballs strangle and suffocate some random slut just isn’t doing it for my lady boner, these days.  I don’t know, I think I need to crank it up a notch.  Yeah, I’m going to have to just go in there and take things into my own hands.  I’m not giving any refunds, though.  Fuck that.

Am I going soft?  Do I actually feel bad for the bitch?  They cut off all her air, she doesn’t even know that dude’s big donkey dick is inside of her or see the other guy jerking off in her hair.  I don’t feel bad, she got herself into this position by not being careful.  I don’t feel anything.  Except for boredom.  The only thing that’ll get rid of this feeling is a bloodbath.  I just so happen to have three meat pumps ready to give me exactly what I need.  Like I said, no refunds.

 

Sex Slave On My Slab

Snuff sex

So many people have layers which I know has been said before, but no one has more layers than the dead. Yet they are also the easiest to pull back their layers to find out just what kind of secrets they harbored. For example, this lovely blonde specimen on my slab right now came in a few hours ago. Cause of death trauma to the brain, been dead for about twelve hours now so it was time for me to begin the cleaning process. Which is when I notice all the strange bruising in some odd places. Tiny areas of small-degree burns along her backside, and her thighs. As I continued to investigate these familiar markings it dawned on me. That little blondie belonged to someone, not just related to but she was regularly giving her body to be used. The love marks of a sex slave were all over her. To the untrained eye one would think she was strangely accident prone or being lightly abused but no….I see someone was a good girl. Repeatedly so, and judging by the swelling still left between her legs it was maybe just a day ago since she was being someone’s little slut on her knees. Such a shame, good sex slaves are so hard to find.

Torture sex has a rush like no other!

Torture sexTorture sex has a rush like no other! There is nothing as sexy as rape and torture to me. The smell salty smell of tears and sweat mixed with the iron of blood is one of the most amazing scents. I’d pay top dollar prices to bottle it. My cunt starts to drip, and tingles wash over my body as I hear the cries and moan. Keep whipping her master. I knew we picked a nice ripe victim. I love Rape phone sex fantasies, and the more deprived the better!

Her tiny skirt and ever smaller shirt cried she wanted attention. A real “pick me girl”. Well, we picked that fruit, and she is as juicy as I thought. The way her little cunt explodes as you rape her hard, well that just proves she wanted it. She is moaning and her body twitching as she tried to say she can’t take anymore. The constant forced orgasms is a torture that makes my nipples hard.

I am going to make sure I make a mental note of this whore’s raped and mutilated body as she lays there. She is so fucking hot. I want to help torture her, so I grab a knife and a blow torch. I lite it until the knife as cheery red as her abused little ass hole and then press the knife into her flesh. Ahhh, my second favorite smell invades the room. Her breast as juicy and delicious as any five start restaurants. I love to go slowly make her suffer.

We can prolong this excitement. Torture her for days. Each of us able to have our way with her. She is nothing but a worthless slut who’s only purpose is to please you. I love to help you take what is rightfully yours. Yes, she fights but that just adds to the excitement. I love to watch them fight until they can’t any longer. That or until the accept their fate and know that their life is no longer theirs. Then when we are through with her, I will gladly watch as you extinguish it

Black Widow Roulette Dominatrix!

Snuff Sex The only thing that brings me pleasure is knowing that you need me to punish you! As your lovely dominatrix it is my opinion that your cock is my fuck toy. Your body is simply a plaything for my entertainment, nothing more nothing less. I will use you how I see fit and make you beg for more; you will be so vulnerable in my hands. Looking down at your aching cock as I sit on your face makes me laugh, how hard you are simply from tasting me! I’m your black widow spider, lying in wait to take my pleasure from you. I will ride you until I squirt, maybe I’ll hold the knife to your throat while I do it, maybe it will be a gun to your head. If you cum in me you will force me to end you… maybe I’ll play Russian roulette with you while I cum on your cock…you’ll never know when the pleasure will begin or end!

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Taboo Phone Sex is the Only Kind of Sex for Me

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only sex for me. I do not think I have ever had vanilla sex. I think back to the times before I met my husband. I was just as wild sexually as I am now. Did I ever tell you how I met my husband? I was 19 years old and working in a bar. I had a fake id thanks to my mother. It was a younger picture of her with a doctored date of birth. It was easier to fake IDs then. Anyway, it was a hole in the wall bar. I was the bartender. It was a rough crowd, but I made bank in tips. One night, close to closing time, I was getting high with some black bikers. One of them was my dealer. He still is my dealer. He is the son of my mother’s coke supplier. I am fuzzy on the details, but I went from doing lines of coke off the bar to being a gangbang rape porn star on a pool table for a small crowd of drunks. My husband was in that small crowd of drunks. He was 35 at the time and married. Just in the bar on a fluke with his brother. He watched in awe as I was sodomized by big black cocks and beer bottles. He wanted to leave his wife and marry me right then. I was the whore he wished his wife was. He had a young son, who is the stepson who violates me every chance he gets now. My husband left his wife three months after seeing me as an ass rape porn star on a pool table in that seedy bar. It was love at first pool table gang bang, LOL. I still do coke and I still do gang bangs on coke. Once a druggy gang bang whore, always one, I guess.

If You Serve Me, You Will Cum!

Domination Phone SexI’m the devil’s mistress, I dominate men and make them my slaves! It’s pretty obvious that you want to serve me and if I were to let you, maybe you would find some meaning in your worthless existence. I live to make even the most dominant of men submit to me, if you are ever privileged to serve a dark seductress like me and you win my evil soul over with your submission then you will one day be rewarded for your efforts. I get into cruel moods where all I want is to bring you pain, you should expect that serving me will be no easy task. I’ll own you; you will be mine to destroy, you will be mine to use and I’ll even make it worth your sacrifice. Once you please me and if I ever decide to give you release, you will know no greater pleasure than my wicked delightful ways of making you cum!

The Rise And Fall Of Dawn

Accomplice phone sex

 

Sure, accomplice phone sex sounds great, but the one time I tried to take on a trainee and make a twisted little mentee in my image, it went horribly wrong!  I thought I could create a cute and cum thirsty killer just like me, but, boy, was I wrong.

I was on the prowl one night when I came upon a big piece of property with a small little house on it and an old shed tucked way out in the back forty.  I lurked in the shadows and crossed along the perimeter of the land until I reached the out building, where I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside.  I quietly dashed over to the door and slowly slid it open to find it was a makeshift bedroom obviously set up for abuse and torture.  The target of all of that pain was laying shackled to a bed with big, greasy fuck pig on top of her, rough humping and pushing her face hard into the mattress.

The flashbacks to my past were staggering but fueled my instantaneous rage.  I jumped on that jackass like a jungle cat and started stabbing him in the neck over and over again until he gurgled and spurted and collapsed on top of the captive girl.  I pushed him off of her, unlocked her blood-slick shackles and quickly absconded with her into the darkness.

Of course I felt bad for her so I took her under my wing and brought her into my lethal life of sex, drugs and severe sadism.  I even told her to pick a new name for her new life, just like I did, and, after a little deliberation, she went with “Dawn.”  She was into all of it, didn’t even freak out in any of the weird rooms in my house of horrors!  Dawn took to kidnapping, torture and using whatever lousy fuck she wanted to please her pretty little pussy with no problem.  She took to her new life with vigor and extreme violence.  And that was kind of the problem.  She was a little too into it and way too into me.

Sure, we were lovers, we did a lot of fucking together.  That wasn’t the issue.  She didn’t just want to be with me, she wanted to BE me.  We would plan a simple stalking or subway throat slashing and then Dawn would go off on her own and do it before our agreed upon scheduled time.  Also, every festering little fuck pig we brought home she would take control of the situation and have all of the fun with them herself.  Like she would edge me out of the situation and cut all of the juiciest spots or fuck all of the biggest cocks herself and try to just leave me with some sliced up and bloodied bodies and a bunch of limp dicks!  I was not having it.

The fuck straw that broke the killer camel’s back was when I found her in my bed wearing my lingerie and fucking the corpse of a guy I actually liked.  He didn’t deserve that, he was one of the good ones.  But, in true Jennifer Jason Leigh style, she didn’t like that he and I had any sort of friendly connection for one reason or another so she put a stop to it.  So I put a stop to her.

Sometimes you can’t get close enough to a person, either to have a real connection with them or to simply kill them.  So, when you’ve failed to successfully assimilate them into your lurid life and if you don’t want to risk what they might do to you if they manage to get their hands on you, in that case of having absolutely, positively no other choice at all, I bring out my .45 ACP.  I might not have been able to trust the crazy cunt I created, but I can always trust my Colt.  

Poor Dawn didn’t have a chance.  Truthfully, I should’ve known better.  Sure, we started out the same, but Willow was created and crafted by the dark, but Dawn was created by Willow.  Kind of like a copy of a copy.  I’m an imperfect being, nothing I do will ever be perfect.  But I guarantee you I’ll never try to teach an abused bitch how to be me, ever again.

 

Daddy Punished Me Anally!

Torture Sex

After the caged gangbang daddy was upset with me because I couldn’t hold it in when he pissed in my gaping asshole! Daddy took me home covered in cum from all those guys at the sex club, I thought I did a good job taking all those cocks and letting them cum all over me. Apparently, I was wrong, daddy slammed the cage into the back of his pick up and sped off in the opposite direction of home. I thought it was all over but when we pulled over suddenly and I heard daddy coming for me I cowered in the corner. He opened the door and dragged me out by my hair, of course I was screaming but before I could cry out for help he choked me and threw me to the ground. The dirt mixed with the cum that was all over me as Daddy shoved his cock in my gaping asshole. He choked me as he pounded me and eventually, I felt him release a hot stream of piss into my shit pipe. “Hold It In, Whore!” he screamed at me. I couldn’t my ass had been too stretched out from all the cocks I took at the sex club. I cried as I clenched as hard as I could but nothing changed, I felt daddy’s piss run down my legs and his fist collided with my face over and over.

Snuff Movies Pay Well if You are a Desperate, Druggy Whore

snuff moviesSnuff movies pay well. That is why a druggy whore like me will answer any snuff ad she sees. Sure, I take a beating in these dark films, but I live, and I make money. I am too old and used up for mainstream porn anymore, so I make the underground porno movies. This was an abduction film. I was a dirty milf hitchhiker. My skanky ass got picked up by truckers with rape fantasies. I was the perfect vessel to explore those fantasies too. Willing and desperate. The director of the film took some violent leeway’s. I knew they were going to fuck me, but the original script was for one or two truckers not 30. There were only two truckers who picked me up, but they intended to use me for a dirty gangbang rape porn. They took me to this no tell motel. It was where the junkies hang out. The place was seedy even for me. Could smell urine, even death. One of the truckers put a hypodermic needle in my arm, and the rest is hazy. I did not sign on for heroin. I was in and out of consciousness as horny men fucked me. The two truckers who picked me up were collecting money from men to fuck me. Some fucked my ass. Some took my cunt. Then others just jacked off on me and some even used me as a human waste dump. Guys were pissing on me, fucking me and filming me. It was like a bad porn film. It was a bad porn film, and I was the star. Violent men used me for hours. I was their toilet. I was their punching bag. I was their ass rape porn star. The director paid me. I should have been paid more because two guys fucking you on coke is much different than 32 guys fucking you while shot up with smack. But a desperate druggy whore is always grateful for the chance to score some good coke.