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Taboo Phone Sex to Victimize Me

I’m a fucking victim, a useless fucking victim that is here for your taboo phone sex pleasures. There really is not a reason that I deserve to live much less even go with any form of dignity. Your looking at the most worthless fucking pile of shit around, and I deserve every degrading and mutilating thing you do to me. 

Fuck, I do not deserve to fucking live! You can snuff me out after you take every bit of use of me… make me a human toilet, ass rape porn me with a knife. I want to be shit on, spat on, cummed on, and fucking bled to death. I’m a worthless piece of shit this is what I deserve.

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Castration Phone Sex?

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is so much fun.  You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.

snuff sex A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories.  The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?

They said it would be fun…

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I didn’t want to go, I hate being scared. A Haunted Corn Maze was the last place I wanted to be but they said it was going to be fun. It was at first. We got to our first dead in and a scary bloody monster popped out from the corn field. We all ran screaming in our own ways. I got cut off from my group. That monster was still fallowing me. Popping out at random spots. I could hear people scream and he would pop out covered in more and more blood. Once again I found myself stuck at a dead in. I was scared and covered in mud. So much for fucking fun. Then he popped out again. Slowly walking towards me. I could see the fake blood dripping off his body and the closer he got to me the more I could see. I finally got the words out as he was coming closer, “Look dude I know it’s your job to scare the piss out of people but I am cut off from my friends and I need your help to get out of here. Please take back to the start I don’t want to do this anymore.” He cocked his head and stopped where he stood.

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He pointed to the side of him and I started to walk past him. He pushed up against me just as I was going to sprint past him. He was pushing me into the corn, I could feel the warm wet blood dripping off of him. It smelled of copper and I knew it was real. He reached back behind his back and pulled out his knife. I tried to run but he grabbed me by the back of my hair. Shoving his knife into my soft flesh on my belly. He covered my mouth as he stabbed me until my insides where falling out. He ripped my panties off and pulled my skirt up as he shoved his hard cock into my cunt. Force fucking me as he stabbed my back and head. It got so cold, so hard to breath, everything went dark…. They said it would be fun… 

Bloody phone sex

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It was late one night and I heard this knock on the door. I figured since I live in a great neighborhood what is the worst that can happen? When I opened the door there stood a clown with red hair a black and white outfit and horribly painted face that could make any person in there twenty’s cry. I froze in fear as this man quickly covered my mouth with a piece of cloth causing me to loose consciousness.

When I awakened from being knocked out with some sort of chloroform, I noticed I was nude and tied to a table out in the middle of the woods. I saw the clown from earlier sharpening a knife while singing a creepy version of a nursery rhyme I began crying begging for some one to help me, hoping someone was camping out in the woods where I was being held captive.

The clown turned around smiling as he began to slit my wrist and feet letting the blood drip and spill into cups shaped like a wine glasses. I began to feel light headed as the blood began to pour from my body and a numbness took over. The clown began to slice me with his knife, cutting from my clit all the way too my collar bone.

I felt my skin burn and sting as this clown cut me with percison. I could feel his cold hand pulling and touching my insides. I screamed and screamed begging for people or for someone to help me. I stared into the clowns eyes and all I could see in his eyes was a relection of my body getting pulled apart. My intestines were pulled apart and were being stretched apart until it made a fifty foot rope. My kidneys were being cut out off my body.

The clown called his friends over and they each began to feast on my body eating my organs and drinking my blood as they played circus music in the back ground laughing as they ate away. Then one clown decided to taste my ass, so he grabbed a knife and cut a piece of my ass off and placed it in to his mouth recomending a peice to every one. I laid on the stone table screaming as these clowns, these demons all took turns cutting into my raw flesh eating everthing my body had to offer.

The only thing that was left of me was my head which was sewed on to a pigs body which was left in my neighborhood as a reminder to everyone that they too could be next.

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Jogging along the trail, I could suddenly feel the presence of someone else. It was early, still dark outside and I hoped it was a man lurking and waiting for me. I heard the footsteps behind me and slowed my pace some. My heart beat faster and my breath quickened. When I felt that arm slip around my neck and pull me backwards, I knew it was what I was waiting for. A rape fantasy fulfilled. He dragged me back into some shrubbery and covered my mouth with his hand. He held me down by laying on top of me, and pulled my yoga pants down with the other hand. With my pants around my knees, he got between my legs and surprised me with a huge cock that he shoved deep into my pussy. I was wanting it so bad by then, but the struggle is part of the excitement so I struggled and tried to get away, but every thrust brought me closer to orgasm. By the time he came deep inside me, I had cum twice and that hard shaft. When he got up and ran away, I wanted to thank him. I’ll continue jogging this trail in hopes that I see him again.

Sadistic Phone Sex Thrills Me

Sadistic phone sexIn all the time I’ve been traveling these crazy roads, I’ve learned one thing. I like rough sex. I love being tied up, bound down, sensory deprived, and abused. I love having my breasts tortured, bound, and bitten. Feeling hands, crops, whips, knives, and all the other tools of a good BDSM session biting into my skin over and over gets my pussy so wet. But, do you know what I really love? Being forced to the ground and having my face fucked hard, like my life and being don’t even matter, as long as that dick has my throat to fill up. I love having my breath cut off, my throat filled until I spew all over that cock, and still having my throat fucked. And my cunt being abused is always amazing. Having my pussy poked, slashed, gashed, prodded, clamped, fucked, and fisted just brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, when you add all of that to my ass hole, too, I can gush for you.

Torture sex

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Having Torture sex with master! He came in the room to tell me I have five minutes to get ready. I’m sitting on my bed waiting for further instructions. My head is down when he walks into the room. He has his snuff sex duffle bag in his left hand. He always brings this with him if we are not in the play room.

He sits it down at my feet. Unzips it and takes out some rope, a knife, and superglue. I’m really scared but I maintain my position. He lays them on the bed beside me. He rubs my hair with his palm and asks me to close my eyes. I close them. I feel a wet burning liquid hit them. I go to open my eyes and master takes his fingers to hold them down. He is gluing my eyelids shut! He takes away his hands and I try to open my eyes. I cant! The pain that it caused to try was sickening.

He laughed. “I don’t want you to see anything coming just feel it!” I could here him shuffling stuff on the bed. He grabbed my arm and i instinctively jerked it away. He slashed my shoulder. I felt the blood trickle down my arm. He laughed again and took my arm and ripped it out of its socket and tied it up to something with the rope he had pulled out earlier ,I assumed. The pain was unbearable. I could feel the tears in my eyes. Master finished tying my whole body up to where I was in the shape of a star. Master then took something and lifted it up to my neck. It was cold and felt like metal. The knife. He sliced my throat from one side to the other. I screamed in pain as the blood gushed out. I felt dizzy.

Then I felt the same sensation of the knife on my nipples. Master pulled up my left nipple and sliced it off with the knife. Then he lifted the right nipple and did the same then. I felt as if it was simultaneously. I screamed so loud that I hurt my own ears! I instinctively tried to open my eyes and ripped my eye open. All I could see was blood. Mixed with the tears I was shedding it burned so bad. Why was master doing this to me. Because he could. He got on top of me then and rammed his huge cock inside of my pussy. He was thrusting inside me. He started punching me in the face over and over. He came inside me.
I felt my life source leaving my body. I felt that same cold metal brush my clit. I screamed no. He laughed. He then took the knife and pushed it inside me. I screamed over and over. I wish I would just hurry up and die! he kept fucking me with the knife over and over. My mind was cloudy. I didn’t know what was real anymore. I’m sure the whole bed was soaked in my blood. I cried but stopped screaming I was to weak to scream anymore. I couldn’t breath. The knife no longer hurt but I knew he was still fucking me with it. A deep sea of blackness took over me, and I ceased to exist.

My First Piercing

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As usual, master was punishing me for doing something very bad by forcing me into torture sex with him. I remember he was stuffing his cock roughly down my throat, . And I accidentally scraped my teeth along the shaft of his cock! He was so angry that he immediately back handed me across the cheek and slung me to the side to collapse on the floor in a heap. He walked away cursing and saying that I was a bad little slut and that I would pay. Shortly after that he came walking back into the room with a lethal looking dagger gripped in his fist. He didn’t hesitate at all before he grabbed a fistful of my hair with his free hand and slammed my back up against the wall behind me to hold me in place. Soon, I felt a searing burning pain as he slid the tip of the dagger completely through my sensitive skin around my nipple. Blood poured down my quivering stomach as tears slid down my face! This was the worst pain I had experienced so far but it was nothing compared to what I had accidentally done to masters cock while I was choking on it! I deserved more than a piercing.

 

 

Dinner and a Show

Snuff phone sex Would you like to eat me baby? Taste every part of my soft smooth flesh. You can tie me up and slid a knife all down my body and just figure our what piece you want first. Maybe you can torture me a little and make me suffer? You can take a scapel and make slits on my tummy and pull back the skin, and cut a piece off and fry it up for yourself. I bet I taste so good! You can cut out my womb and ovaries, I didn’t want lil ones anyways. You have worked your way down my my nice pink clit. I think it would taste the best with a little olive oil and butter don’t you think? Let me be your dinner and a show!

Snuff Porn Revenge

snuff pornSnuff porn is more fun to make than watch in my opinion. I missed my calling in life. I should have been a butcher. I am so skilled with knives. Plus, I love to cut into things. I have this male friend who recently discovered his wife was cheating on him for years. How did he find out? When his daughter needed a blood transfusion and he was not a match. Ouch. The cheating whore had a bastard brat. That realization brought him to the dark side. I egged him on of course. He wanted revenge and I knew how to make it happen. I am an excellent sleuth too. I did some research to discover the baby daddy was no other than his boss. That just added insult to injury. I suggested he get them all in the same place for an intervention. A snuff sex intervention. I am a killer therapist.  I spiked their drinks so they woke up tied to the chairs facing one another. I could smell the fear. Fear is intoxicating. My friend was revenge driven. I planned to castrate the cheating boss, but first I thought it would be fun to have him force fuck his bastard spawn. I threatened to kill her if he didn’t fuck the little girl. My friend’s cheating whore wife pleaded for her daughter’s life and innocence. She was to blame for all of this. The cheating boss did as he was ordered thinking he was saving his mistress’s baby girl. I waited until his dick had ravaged her tiny little cunt to pull the Jerry Springer “You’re the Baby Daddy,” routine. He had no idea that she was his brat. My cunt was getting so wet orchestrating this macabre revenge scenario.  I didn’t know who to kill first. The cheating whore wife who tried to pass off her evil spawn for several years as my friend’s little girl. The boss who fucked his top employee’s slut wife or the little spawn that was a bad memory of the affair?

Who would you have killed first?  They all three died painful, bloody deaths while my friend filmed it. He got his revenge. I got a nice little snuff film to sell on the black market and two cheating whores and their bastard spawn got what they deserved. That’s what I call Karma. It is a bitch sometimes.