Category: Mutilation phone sex

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Enjoy

torture sexTorture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.

Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.

So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.

I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.

I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis

In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.

So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.

He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.

He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.

Snuff Sex is The Best Use for My Hot Ass, My Destiny

I am Geneva, and I live to be used in Snuff sex situations. Obviously, my hot ass is prime for brutal butt fucking. However, that’s only the appetizer.
So, the real darkness I crave runs much deeper.
Here, I lie on the cold vinyl bench, chest heaving, the bar digging into my lower back while I wait. Max’s heavy footsteps approach. He stops above me, massive and commanding.
“Ready for your workout, pet?” he growls.“Yes, Sir. I need to be worked.”
So, he tears my yoga pants off in one sharp pull. Therefore, cool air kisses my bare ass.
Then, he slaps both cheeks hard and spits directly on my hole. Next, he shoves three thick fingers inside my ass without warning. Of course, I cry out and push back, greedy for the burn. All as he twists and fucks them deep.
Finally, he yanks them free. Following that, the thick head of his cock presses against me. Ultimately slamming in with one brutal thrust.
Therefore, I scream as he starts pounding my ass hard and fast. With hips slapping against me.“Strangle me, Sir,” I beg, voice breaking.

Snuff Sex for Hot Ass and Strangulation

Then, “I want to feel you while I can’t breathe.” Next, his hand clamps around my throat.
So, he squeezes. Leaving my vision to tunnel while he rails my ass even harder. Just as the edges go black, he releases.
Quickly, air rushes back, and I cum violently.  Undeniably, my body shaking around his cock.
But, Max doesn’t stop. In fact, now he chokes me again, fucks me deeper, and growls that my tight hole belongs to him.
Therefore, so turned on, I reach down and rub my clit frantically. Now, the second orgasm crashes through me. Meanwhile, he buries himself to the hilt and floods my ass with hot cum.
When he finally pulls out, his load leaks down my thighs. But I stay bent over the bench, panting, already aching for more.
Snuff play and hardcore butt fucking are my true calling. Max gives me both without hesitation.
He knows exactly how far to take me and always brings me back. I clean up slowly, already counting the minutes until our next session.
Honestly, I live for that violent edge where I can barely breathe and still beg for more.
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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.

Cannibalistic Mutilation Phone Sex Party of The Year

I’m Morticia, and I am a Gothic Sadistic whore. Mutilation Phone sex is really a lot of fun. After all, I like to play with my food first. Then it’s cannibalism pleasures as I indulge in the delicacy of pleasure and bliss, blood and gore galore.
The forest yields such sweet prey tonight. So, I found him camping alone. Stupid man. Beautiful man.
Therefore, I drag him to my cabin by his hair. He whimpers. I laugh. My knife had already opened his cheek. Just a taste. A sample.
Once inside, I strap him spread-eagled to my butcher table. Of course, his chest heaves, and his cock twitches. They always get hard. Fear does that.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my blade down his sternum. So, the blade isn’t going deep, not just yet. Moreover, just enough to bead crimson along the trail. “So eager to feed me.”
Then, I slice his nipple first. Of course, he screams. But I pop it in my mouth like a treat. Then I chew slowly while staring into his eyes.

Mutilation Phone Sex Feeding My Cannibalistic Hunger

Meanwhile, my free hand works between my thighs. Ultimately, the blood trail now leads downward. So, I carve spirals into his abdomen. Each cut makes my pussy clench. While each scream makes me wetter.
Soon, I climb onto the table. Just to straddle his face. Ultimately, let him taste me while I work. Next, my knife removes his ear. Then the other. Pretty souvenirs for my collection.
Now, his tongue still works despite everything. So, I grind against his mouth. Cum twice before slicing his throat.
Oh, the warm spray paints my breasts. Therefore, I lick what reaches my lips. Then I begin the real feast.
Now, I take my time with carving him up. Essentially, perfect cuts from his thighs. Oh, how his liver comes out still warm. So, I eat it raw while fingering myself. Mmmm…The copper taste on my tongue pushes me over again.
My basement freezer fills nicely tonight. Enough meat for weeks. Enough blood to bathe in.
I’ll hunt again when the hunger returns.
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Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.

Castration Phone Sex : The Lust of the Greatest Evil

The operating theater gleams under surgical lights; the castration phone sex procedure is about to begin. So, I’ve dimmed them to an amber glow. After all, it’s more intimate this way.
So, my victim strains against the leather straps, chest heaving, eyes wide above the gag. Nonetheless, he’s been begging for hours. In fact, I prefer them conscious.
So, I pull on my long black surgical gloves—the latex snaps against my wrists satisfyingly. And my surgical gown flows around me like a shadow. The mask and goggles go on last. Safety first, darlings.
“Let’s begin.”
So, I trace his cock with a scalpel, feather-light. Of course, he whimpers pathetically. Such a pretty sound. So, I make the first incision at the base, cutting through skin and fascia in one smooth stroke.
Slowly, at first, blood wells up, dark and thick. Next, I part the tissue with forceps, revealing the structures beneath.
Now, his screaming intensifies as I expose the corpus cavernosum. Therefore, I work methodically, clamping and cutting the dorsal arteries.
Moreover, the cock loosens from its attachments. So, I sever the urethra with a wet snip.
He bucks against the table, tears streaming. Now, I hold his severed member up for him to see.
“Look at what you’ve lost.”

My Castration Phone Sex is Brutal

Now for the prostate. First, I make a perineal incision, digging deeper through muscle layers. So, his pelvis jerks with each cut. Next, I find the gland—walnut-sized, firm—and dissect it free from the bladder neck and urethral stump.
Therefore, more clamping. More cutting. Until the gland comes away in my forceps, dripping.
He’s gone quiet now. Essentially, shock is settling in. And, blood pools beneath him, dripping off the table edges.
Finally, I arrange his cock and prostate in a specimen jar, preserving them in formaldehyde. Simply, a keepsake for my collection. Now, his breathing grows shallow, irregular. The blood loss will claim him soon.
In the end, I strip off my gloves and photograph my work—
Exhibit ※1: the empty wound, ※2: the jar that houses the keepsake, ※3. The ashen face of my victim…
Until next time, my darlings.
⁓♥♡ Morticia ♡♥～
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Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Mutilation phone sex-I’ll make the fuck holes, you fuck them

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex has been prepped for you, Sir. I got the right bitch, she thought her shit didn’t stink, but I made sure she smelled it.

I stuck so many holes in her just like you asked. Poor girl missed her bus, but thought she found a new friend in me. I buttered her up until the point I had her shackled.

She’s young, dumb, and ready for your cum!

The little bitch was eating out of my hand when I gave her a basic amount of attention. However, when I told her about how she would get a Mommy and Daddy to love her forever, she willingly got naked and let me chain her up.

While I was waiting for your arrival, I was making all kinds of fuck holes. I think it will get me really wet when I guide your cock in her rib cage. The dumb little cunt will cry out for Mommy, and I’ll make her gag on your bloody cock. The dumb little bitch will learn to love the flavor of it. I stabbed her enough to think she could still make it out of here. So, I want you to give her a Torture sex beating of a lifetime!

Your cock looks so good covered in gore. Mommy is gonna suck it off and put it in a new fuck hole. The tightest hole I’ve made. Right at the bottom of the neck. I’ll slam your cock in it and finger my pussy until you fuck that bitch’s head off.

Sadistic phone sex fantasies are some of my favorites!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Sadistic Phone Sex fantasies are some of my favorites.

I love inflicting pain on you.

You get to watch my eyes light up with every slap I give you.

Every slap across your face makes my nipples hard and sends a shiver up my spine.

I’ll start gently at first, but you know you’re going to feel my pain.

Every whip, I increase my strength.

I want to see red marks all across your body.

My pussy starts dripping at the sight of you, on your knees begging me to stop.

You pathetic little fuck. You are right where you belong, under me, looking up in fear.

Cower and whimper for me, baby.

You’re a sad little bitch getting completely dominated by a sexy ass woman!  

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