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Mutilation Phone Sex Removing Intimate Body Parts From Layla

Mutilation Phone SexThe shadows in my bedroom didn’t just shift; they breathed. I lay there, pinned by the weight of a silhouette I didn’t recognize, the cold steel of a blade pressed firmly against my collarbone. This was the beginning of my Mutilation Phone Sex nightmare, a dark reality where the stranger who broke into my home looked at my limbs like they were trophies to be harvested. 

I could see the cold, clinical hunger in his eyes as he traced the sharp edge of a hatchet down my arm, whispering about which part of me he wanted to keep forever as a souvenir of this intrusion. My breath hitched, a mix of genuine terror and a sudden, forbidden spark of adrenaline as I realized I was completely at his mercy.

He moved with a terrifying precision, his gloved hand gripping my chin as he positioned the blade over my trembling fingers. He spoke about the beauty of destruction, about how much more intimate it would be to take a piece of me away. But then, something shifted in the heavy air of the room. As he ripped my silk nightgown to get a better angle for his work, his breath caught. 

The clinical detachment in his eyes flickered and died, replaced by a raw, primal heat that made my skin crawl and burn all at once. He wasn’t looking at me like a project anymore; he was looking at me like a feast. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, as his gaze traveled from the blade to the curve of my waist. 

The hand that was supposed to disfigure me began to shake, not from hesitation, but from a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust. I could see it through his rough denim… the unmistakable, rock-hard evidence that the sight of my vulnerable body had completely overridden his violent intent. The hatchet clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he realized that taking my life or my limbs wouldn’t satisfy him nearly as much as taking my innocence over and over again.

“Change of plans,” he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that felt even more dangerous than the steel. He didn’t want a souvenir; he wanted the whole, living, breathing thing. He wanted to feel my heartbeat against his chest for hours while he claimed every inch of me he had originally planned to ruin. 

Now, the only thing that matters is the friction, the sweat, and the absolute power he holds over me in the dark. I’m his captive, his toy, and the long, grueling night of pleasure he has planned is going to be far more intense than any blade. You don’t want to miss a single moan as he proves that some urges are even more addictive than blood.

Bloody Phone Sex is Messy But Very Enjoyable

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex makes my pussy wet. I love the smell, the feel and the taste of blood. Although I don’t consider myself a vampire, I’m not squeamish about blood either. In fact, the bloodier the better for me.

Last night, I turned my dungeon into a horror movie scene. Although I usually kill men, I’m not opposed to murdering cunts. I will never kill a fellow Goth girl, but if any other woman crosses me, she may lose her life. And this little coed cheerleader seemed like nothing more than a mean girl to me. She caught my eye at the mall because she walked around like her shit didn’t stink. Rude to salespeople and other women in the mall. I went into stealth mode and stalked her. And she appeared so self-absorbed that she didn’t even notice me.

When she noticed me, she got incredibly rude and snippy with me for no reason. So, I stalked her after she left the mall and kidnapped her. I planned on making a snuff sex movie with her. She fought the entire time. And she hurled one insult after another. The self-absorbed mean girl would wreak havoc no more. I told her I planned to slaughter her. And I promised her I would make it bloody and painful.

Some Girls Deserve to Die

Bloody and painful I specialize in. No fun to kill your prey quickly and painlessly. First order of business with this cunt, sexual mutilation. I sliced off her clit and her nipples and forced her to swallow them. I cut each breast off and wore them like a party hat. And I stabbed her cunt giving her an abortion without being pregnant. Shredded the inside of her womb. She kept passing out from the pain and I would use smelling salts to bring her back among the living. She needed to feel this pain, not sleep through it.

After hours of torture, her pulse became weak. I knew she did not have much left in her. She could no longer fight nor talk. So, I decided to bring out my chainsaw. I rarely use it. But I find that a chainsaw makes a good companion. I severed all her limbs and eventually split her body in two. But I wanted the blood splatter. I wanted to feel her hot blood coating my body. And I wanted her blood splattered on my floor floors and walls of my dungeon.

Once I accumulated a pile of her mutilated body, I tossed it out to the wildlife like a butcher, giving stray dogs scraps of beef. The coyotes and the wolves came out and started feasting on her remains. And they saw me covered in her blood. She deserved a violent phone sex death. And she got it. I doubt anybody will miss this bitch. Mean girls just get meaner with time. So, somebody needs to put them out of our misery sooner rather than later. And why can’t that be me?

Ass Rape Porn Stars Live with Gaped Assholes and Prolapses

ass rape pornAs an ass rape porn star, I no longer enjoy tight holes. My asshole and my pussy always appear gaped. My sons love it. They enjoy looking at my holes gaping. However, they think that’s just because mommy’s a whore who likes to fuck. And although that does appear true, my fuck holes look like the Grand Canyon because of everything I do for coke money. Men fist me and they put all sorts of objects in my ass for shits and giggles. Anything to humiliate me. Plus, anything to make me really feel it too.

And last night mommy came home with a gaped asshole because of a violent fisting gangbang. Friday night, I needed coke for the weekend, so I saw this guy who loves to brutalize my ass. But he pays for the pleasure of fisting me. When I showed up at his place, I saw a few friends there. And I knew that spelled trouble for me. One fist in the ass feels bad enough. But 25 fists in my ass? Well, that’s a violent anal gangbang rape porn.

So, I let these men ravage my asshole. I thought they would fuck me. Horny guys partying and no pussy in sight. But apparently, they partied too hard and ended up with limp dicks. And perhaps in hindsight, I did not make the smart choice when I pointed out their limp dicks. Because I think I angered them. And that explains why they fisted my ass for hours. They left their rings on and everything.

Mommy Spends Her Nights Getting Her Ass Brutalized for Coke Money

One guy filmed it. And he joked about live streaming my anal prolapse. One guy reached into my asshole and pulled my asshole out with his hand. And just laughed as I cried in pain. But I’ve been in this place before. Many people love abusing my asshole. They like to take my asshole and make it an outside toy for them to play with. Still to this day, I don’t think anybody brutalizes my ass more than my stepson, though.

But I learned to keep my mouth shut. The anal torture sex felt unbearable at the time, but in hindsight, I know I’ve been through worse. And I will be through worse in the future. My sons loved seeing my gaped asshole when I came home. However, I didn’t tell them what I experienced to earn that gaped asshole. I just let think I went out whoring around.

Evil Phone Sex Proves Therapeutic to Me

evil phone sexSomebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.

Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.

But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.

Not Every Man Wants to Keep His Balls

However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.

But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.

Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.

Castration and Cock and Ball Torture Feel Therapeutic to Me

So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.

But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.

Mutilation Phone Sex Left Me Carved Up Like a Holiday Ham

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex left me butchered. I don’t tend to think things through completely. I see ads on the dark net all the time looking for models for various snuff type photo shoots or films. But I only focus on the amount of money they plan to pay me. I never read the fine print about the possibility of bodily harm or even death.

So, when I saw the pay for a day’s work, I skipped reading the rest. I wrongly assumed I signed up for another snuff movie of some sort. But what I honestly signed up for turned out to be more of a butchering photo shoot. They wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving ham. However, they assumed I understood the risks. But I did not truly understand until a man came out of another room with a bunch of knives and an executioner’s mask on. I almost pissed myself.

What did I get myself into once again, ran through my head. He held a variety of knives, and they all looked very sharp. Oh boy, here we go again, I thought to myself. I might not survive this one or I might be permanently scarred from knife play phone sex. Luckily, I can photoshop a lot of my scars away. The executioner guy kept telling me not to tremble because he could slice an artery. But that did not do anything to relax my mind. It just sent me into a spiral of fear.

I Consider Myself More of a Druggy Whore Than a Pain Slut

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate extremely hard on anything, but what he would do to me. So, I could feel the knives slicing my flesh. And I just tried to stay focused on my happy place. Luckily, I did my last bit of blow before he strapped me to this cold slab. Minutes felt like hours. I could feel my crimson blood flowing down my mutilated flesh. But I stayed focused in my mind. Telling myself I can get through anything.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. Perhaps most people look at me as a pain slut. I see it a bit differently. I’m a drug addicted whore, who puts herself in dangerous situations for a fix. I don’t sign up for this shit because I like pain. Pain just helps me earn money to buy cocaine. So, I view myself more as a druggie whore than a pain slut. However, my threshold for pain gets better every time.

This felt like pure torture sex. And I suppose the director aimed for that. No doubt the world contains plenty of men who love to see a mother butchered like that. By the time the session concluded, I looked like I walked off a horror movie set. But the blood on my body was not make up. Tiny cuts covered my flesh. Luckily, they never touched my face. And with winter, I can get away with long sleeves and pants until my wounds heal. When will I ever learn?

Mutilation phone sex loving slut

mutilation phone sex

Let’s celebrate Valentine’s day by cutting out a dumb slut’s heart on a hot, mutilation phone sex call.

We can crack her chest open and rip her organs out one by one, saving her heart for last.

I want it fresh and still faintly pulsing when I pluck it out and take a big bite of it.

You can pump your rock hard rod into my cunt while I chew it all up!

That’s what Daddy had me do and my pussy has never gushed more!

He picks me up when he needs an evil accomplice that won’t hesitate to get the job done.

The bitch was stretched out across his work bench and tied down tightly.

She was already so weak from the way Daddy had been abusing her for the last few days.

Her face was a bloody, swollen and bruised mess.

Big patches of her hair had been ripped out exposing her raw and bleeding scalp.

Her limbs were all snapped, twisted and mangled.

Just from looking at her, I could tell that he had ripped her open from cunt to asshole.

It made me feel special knowing that Daddy had held back from snuffing her out so that we could do it together.

I knew that making her scream and beg for her life would make his cock stiff.

Squeezing this bitch’s mutilated face, I forced her mouth open.

I slurped her bloody tongue into my mouth and bit down, sinking my teeth into it.

My teeth went through her tongue like a hot knife through butter and I bit it right off.

Chewing it up and spewing it across her face made Daddy excited.

While I used a rusty pair of pliers to pry her teeth out of her skull, Daddy drilled his cock into my wet, horny pussy.

She was already so weak and drained of blood that she couldn’t put up much of a fight.

After a few minutes she stopped screaming and got all limp.

That’s when I took Daddy’s saw to her chest.

It was messy and blood sprayed everywhere but we got her chest split open.

 I got to live out my lifelong dream of eating a human heart and Daddy got to watch me snuff out yet another bitch while he fucked me!

 

 

Sadistic phone sex & Making More Holes for Him to Fuck

Sadistic Phone SexOne thing about me, I can be an evil, vile little bitch. That’s why I enjoy Sadistic phone sex to the fullest. What guys don’t understand when they call is what a dangerous question it is to ask ” Well Faith, what are you into… what makes you hot?” Usually I giggle, and go on about some more vanilla-ish things that do turn me on, while still heiring on the taboo side. Next to being a victim turned killer, I also like incest, and all forced fantasy play, and have even met a time or 2 that furry friends have gotten me excited.

I Love Snuff, Debauchery, Depravity and all things Taboo

Then I had this call with Randall. Randall has quickly moved up the ranks and has become a favorite fuck of mine. He just has this innocence about him ( that I secretly want to ruin in every way) and oozes boyish charm, all the while feeling unusually sinister in his own way. I get incredibly turned on when he calls, My snatch always soaks my panties at his cute, “hello”.

Last night I wanted to take care of Randall, so I told him that I would have a sweet surprise for him when he got home from work. While he was at work. I managed to go to the mall and befriend a beautiful, sweet, shy redhead. She was just hanging out with some friends… I told her is was my Husbands Birthday and I really wanted to take him out tonight but alas we just could not find a babysitter.

She volunteered to come home with me. Once I got her home, I knocked her out. Dragging her lip body upstairs. I stripped her of all clothes Restraining her to our four poster bed. . Her Pale skin so soft reminding me of the purest milk. Long red hair, that shined like fire, draped over her shoulders. Milky soft natural tits with pale pink nipples so pillowy and supple. Then, her tight taught little cunt with the softest little muff of bright red Pussy Hair.

The damage I intended to do, was giving me euphoria

Upon Randall’s arrival home. I tell him of his surprise that awaits him. We both go up to the bedroom. Where a once calm and quiet Teen girl, is now wriggling and writhing against her restraints. The crying and begging alone was causing my cunt to leak and making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I told Randall I wanted to watch him assault her holes all of them, violently.  I knew her cunt had been used, so I wanted him to break her asshole open.

Once Randall penetrated all her holes, stretching them out. I made knew ones with  a sharp blade, sticking her above her rib but beneath her rib cage. That’s the softest. Making the hole small enough for him to feel like he was taking her virginity. I watch as Randall worked and forced his cock into her side, forcing warm sticky slick blood to gush out of her opening and coating him.

Fisting her tight cunt. I Loved making her Scream. Watching her eyes Blare all the way open. Wide and alert, to each touch, and rip. Feeling all the pain we wanted her to endure. I urged Randall to cum, to fill his new hole with his spunk. Watching him pump, and fuck our home made hole, was making me tetter on the edge.

Finally I reach for the blade again, and commence to splitting her from sternum to snatch. I wanted to be elbow deep inside our little prize as Randall found his sweet release in such and unsuspecting victim.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, Women Have Too

murder phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on murder phone sex fantasies. Trust me, I’ve met a few men who I wanted to strangle myself. Even a submissive, druggie whore fantasizes about killing men and sexually torturing them too.

But I’m not good in the driver seat. So, I’ve often made myself the victim to get what I need. And all I ever need is money for cocaine. However, I recently found myself in a bind. Desperate for money. But that’s nothing unusual. However, none of the normal guys willing to work with me appeared around to abuse me. The weather apparently plans to keep everybody inside. Even the demented men.

So, if I could not make a snuff sex video for money, I didn’t know what to do. I started looking at some ads on the dark net. Maybe I could find somebody new to work with. And all I found was this one little loser looking for extreme cock and ball torture. He offered a mistress $1000 to trample his dick, use a sounding device and maybe even castrate him too.

So, I figured I could pretend to be a mistress for coke money. I’ve done a few castration calls before. I don’t get them often because I am a submissive whore. However, I’m an excellent role player so I could just pretend to be a mistress. And oh my God I enjoyed this loser. But don’t worry, men, I’m still the same druggie submissive bitch you know and love. I can make a lot more money being the punching bag. A grand worth of cocaine doesn’t go far with me, not in today’s economy. So, I’m not ready to hang up my submissive hat quite yet.

Sometimes, I am So Desperate for Money I Try to Be the Mistress

But I did tear this guy’s junk up, and it felt invigorating. In my high stiletto heels, I trampled his junk and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine many times. I used the sounding device with Ben Gay as lubrication to make it burn. And I channeled all my hatred towards a lot of these daddy Dom types into this one loser with a tiny dick. I made him cry. But usually, I’m the one crying.

Although I wanted to slice his balls off, we settled for a different type of castration. I used a castration band around his balls to cut off the circulation. And apparently, in a few days, his balls will fall off. The balls necrotize that way.

He’s been sending me pictures of his balls in various stages of decay, and they appear close to falling off. I enjoyed it. Granted I didn’t make as much money as I’m accustomed to when I’m on the other side of the abuse. But I did enjoy some extreme cock and ball torture sex with a pathetic little loser. However, guys, like I said before, I plan to stay in my lane. Being on the other end of the punching bag makes me far more money.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Serves as Excellent Revenge

torture sexOne of my fellow stripper sisters asked me to help her with some cock and ball torture sex last night. Revenge CBT. Her ex-boyfriend doxed her. We all use a stage name at the club, so he blasted her real name and her address and her phone number with her stage name and picture all over social media. Plus, he put up a few home movies they made together during their 10 years as a couple on some amateur porn sites.

Unlike me, she has family. And she does not want them to know what she does for a career. And she certainly does not want any of her family, including her son from a previous relationship, to see her naked on the Internet.

Luckily Facebook took down the pictures and the video quickly because they do not allow nudity. But she feels certain some mutual friends still saw his posts before Facebook pulled them. I jokingly told her he needed castration phone sex. And I guess she ruminated on it, called me up and said let’s do it.

Stripper sisters always have each other ‘s backs. So, I set the trap for him. Let him think that his ex’s hot stripper bestie wanted to fuck him since they broke up. Men can be so stupid. But in their defense, a lot of shady women do that to their best friends. Not me.

Strippers Stick Together and Get Revenge on the Men Who Wronged Us

He arrived at my place with a bottle of the cheapest wine he could find. My friend laid in wait. Perhaps I could’ve earned myself an academy award nomination for my performance last night. But I convinced him I wanted to fuck him. And as I kissed him just to distract him, I slipped some drugs in his wine glass. Drugs that would make him loosy goosy enough to subdue and torture.

When the roofie kicked in, my bestie made her appearance known. She kicked him in the groin as he laid passed out on the ground until the pain woke him up. But the drug made him too weak to fight or even get up. And I told him that I lied to him just to get him to my home. I let my friend tell him his list of offenses. And while she stripped him naked, I sharpened my knives.

If You Cannot Act Like a Man, You Don’t Deserve Your Balls

He pissed on my floor. What a fucking loser. Luckily, I had a tarp under him. But I did that because I suspected there would be blood, not piss. My friend trampled on his balls in her high heels. And I followed up with a vice grip used to deflate his testicles. This man would never fuck again.

And he would learn better break up behavior. He cheated on her. So, she broke up with him. That pissed him off so he doxed her and uploaded revenge porn. Personally, I never knew what she saw in him. Too much of a player and a bad boy for my tastes. But instead of telling her I told you so, I helped her castrate him.

And this taboo phone sex babe enjoyed an evening of deflating balls and cutting them off as revenge for revenge. We dragged his body on the tarp outside and left him in the rain. And we finished off the cheap bottle of wine he brought, laughed about him and he went to bed. Woke up in the morning and discovered he left. I don’t think he’ll go to the cops. Then he would have to admit what he did. Revenge feels so sweet. 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Mommy All Men Want to Explore

rape phone sex fantasiesEven women have rape phone sex fantasies. True story. But most of us never really want men force fucking us. It’s more like a fantasy for us. Recently, I started hanging out with this guy I met at a dive bar. He likes to party. And so far, he seems generous with his cocaine. Apparently, he never minds sharing when presented with the right incentive. And so far, that’s been a blow job or a hand job.

The other night when we got together, he changed the terms. He wanted to fuck me. Fuck all my holes and fuck me roughly. I needed a fix. Lots of snow days in my near future. So, I didn’t have much choice. Not like I’m some angel. Far from it. But I knew in the back of my head men who escalate like that I should avoid. But I never avoid them. And that’s because the voice in my head that tells me I need to do anything for cocaine speaks louder than the voice in the back of my head that warns me of danger.

My new friend set me up. Got me hooked on his cocaine and his generosity then pulled the rug out from underneath of me. He wanted to make me a violent ass rape porn star. He filmed it and everything. Much like my stepson, he appears to enjoy a love-hate relationship with mommies.

I guess somewhere along the line his own mother fucked him up. And now I paid the price for her screwup. Personally, I think mothers should fuck their sons to prevent them from growing up sexually frustrated and angry at every mature woman who reminds them of mommy.

Men Love to Destroy Mommy’s Asshole and I Let Them

But I didn’t have any choice here. And I don’t just mean my addiction to cocaine. He threatened to expose me. If I did not let him explore his rape fantasies with my ass, he would tell my husband all the nasty things I’ve done for coke, including all the men I let fuck me for coke. Fuck I told this guy too much because I trusted him. And when I’m fucking high, if a man asks the right questions, I’m going to give him the truth. So, at some point, I told him how I get creative to get cocaine or money to buy cocaine.

The way I viewed it, he did not give me a choice. So, I did a line and put my ass up in the air so he could violate me. Did I mention his cock felt like a forearm. Seriously, when he started ravaging my asshole, I questioned if I felt his cock or his arm inside of me. He shredded my asshole. The entire time he forced fucked my ass he choked me, pulled my hair and slapped me too. Plus, I heard a lot of “I hate you mommy.”

He gave me some Coke. But if you ask me, not enough to compensate for what he did to my asshole. Once again, a man, angry at mommy, left my asshole prolapsed, battered, and bloody. Most days I hate being a taboo phone sex woman and wish I could be the typical soccer mom. But I don’t think that will ever happen.