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Amputee Slut

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Master has been wanting to take my mutilation to a whole other level. To show me what he will ultimately do one day he introduced me to Peggy- his amputated whore. I was jealous of how beautiful she was, even with no appendages. I knew he gave her that nickname to make her feel low about herself but it didn’t seem to do much justice. She was cocoa brown all over with perky little tits all wet from soaking in the bath. She invited me into the tub and master immediately began to undress me. When I was completely naked he forced me into the tub with Peggy. Is this what he wanted me to be? His helpless slut that can’t walk she wasted no time wiggling through the shallow water and using her mouth to kiss up and down my body. Her pussy eating skills we’re out of this world! I didn’t want her to think I was freaked out by her nugget appearance so I picked her up and began to face fuck her cunt. Master watched me and his amputee get sudsy and slippery in the tub. I’ll never forget the fun we had!

Makayla’s Daddy Loves Mutilation phone sex

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The smell of the whiskey on his breath stung my nose. He smells like a mix of beer, whiskey, garlic and body odor. He has been drinking since he got home from work and now his attention is on me. He call me his sweet angle and said he wanted to show me something. His grin made my skin crawl but to avoid a fight with my daddy I went to him. I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer. His blood shot green eyes were filled with his sick fantasies. There on the computer was a video of two .. two monsters.. He laughed because I got scared.. He grabbed my pony tail and made me watch the amputee mutant people fisting each other and ripping each other apart. Daddy said this was his dream for me. To be tortured, ripped apart and made into a freak. He pulled his cock out and ripped my head down to his smelly cock.. He throat fucked me while he shoved his whiskey bottle into my pussy.. He clinched his teeth as he fucked me in the pussy with the bottle.. “That’s how it would feel if that bitch with peg legs would fuck your dirty worthless pussy.” He blew his nasty rotten cum load down my throat and passed out while he was still in my mouth.

It’s a Castration Phone Sex Day

castration phone sexI have decided it is a castration phone sex kind of day. I woke up in a foul mood. Well fouler than other days. I am not exactly little miss sunshine ever. Few things give me pure joy in life. One of the simple pleasures, however, that I like in life is junk removal. Too many men have balls that don’t need. My motto has always been, “Testicles are for Winners.” So when the Internet guy showed up unannounced when he was supposed to have been here yesterday, I knew he could turn my frown upside down. He was snarky and rude. As he was on my laptop doing a speed test he snooped into my files. Who the fuck does that when they are a professional?  He didn’t enjoy the snuff sex photos he saw so he started calling me a sick bitch. I showed him what I do when presented with bad customer service. I handcuffed him to the desk chair. He didn’t even see it coming. I think he just saw some emo punk girl. Never for a moment thought I was a dangerous bitch. He realized it when I had his pants around his ankles and my knife under his balls. He started pleading for me to be reasonable. Begged for me not to take his family jewels.  If that was the family jewels his family was in for a big disappointment. He just annoyed the piss out of me. He was late, rude, condescending, not to mention quite judgmental for a man with a 3 inch dick.  I let him whine and whimper for a few minutes then lobbed his worthless balls off.  The world doesn’t need another dick in the world. Let’s face it, the apple rarely falls far from the tree. Now, I just assured no bad apple would ever come form this douche bag. He was sitting their crying, bleeding all over my floor. A minor inconvenience for my altruism. I let him out of the handcuffs, tossed him a towel  to cleanup then informed him if he told a sole what I did to him, he would wake up one morning with his cocktail wienie stuffed in his mouth. I’m a crazy bitch, so he will heed my  warning.

Snuff Porn Can Be So Real When a Dream

Fuck! Barely able to believe I was only dreaming that whole snuff porn ordeal as I awaken in my safe, and secure bed.

Somehow I ended up in an abandoned hospital restrained on an examination table but besides the obvious restraints I felt my whole body was a dead weight that could not be moved.

Panicking I was fighting for breathe but chest felt heavy…. I then noticed I was being disemboweled while being penetrated like bad rape phone sex fantasies where they pull out and shoot all over my tits or face.

Leaving my body I would look down and watch as this man in a leather butchers apron with a bulging massive prick that would rip my cunt and ass open. He would be penetrating me and making surgical incisions and remove my organs as he reaches orgasm. He would thrust in deep and yank out to explode as he held my kidney in his hands.

Awaking I grab at my side and look down…. I’m beginning to think I didn’t make it.

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Ass Rape Porn Prison Style

ass rape pornI thought it was going to be a drug filled fun day. Instead it was an ass rape porn kind of day. My drug dealer decided to up his price for the holiday weekend. Now I pay for my drugs with sex like any other whore. But, I use way more powder than most whores, so I have to get pretty kinky for my white candy. My dealer needed me to smuggle some heroin up my ass to deliver to a friend on the inside. I can look like a sweet soccer mom, so I was the chosen drug mule. I didn’t want to carry a brick of that shit up my ass. For one, that is a drug that could kill me if it leaked into my body in that kind of quantity. Plus, it was big. No way a brick of anything was fitting up my ass. Wrong. After your ass is plummeted by about forty big black dicks anything will fit up your ass, even 4 bricks of uncut pure heroin. I walked funny from the drug bricks up my butt, but I delivered it to inmate 221 at the Riverside Correctional facility. I was not strip searched. I shit the bricks out in a bathroom where a guard on the take dispensed it to the inmate running my dealer’s business from the inside. I guess some leaked out because I was high as a kite after the potty. A guard intervened. Took advantage of the situation and  fed me to a bunch of prisoners who haven’t had pussy or female ass in a decade. I was fucked beyond recognition. Fucked bloody. Fucked to unconsciousness.  Fucked right into the infirmary. I really didn’t remember much, but it was caught on camera, so I guess I am a prison anal whore now. I may never be able to shit again properly, but I made my dealer very happy. That means I am going to have one hell of a holiday weekend.

Torture Sex with Dirty Needles for a Teen Dream

torture sexTorture sex is so much fun. I picked up a hot teen slut at the mall over the weekend. She was the antithesis of me. Clean cut, fresh faced, self entitled and not a tattoo or piercing on her. High school cheerleader type. Daddy’s little angel. Mean girl who thinks girls like me are what’s wrong with society.  I decided to dirty her up a bit. I spiked her fancy frappuccino drink. She woke up naked in my basement chained to a pole. I had an array of things to torture her with, including dirty hypodermic needles I gathered from the neighborhood junkie hang out. When she woke up she immediately had attitude. I was doing Taylor Swift a solid by inflicting some pain. This teen dream needed to experience a teen nightmare to have a better appreciation for others. I started sewing her virginal cunt shut with dirty junkie needles. She was screaming like a banshee. No pain no life experience. No appreciation for others. She needed a nasty infection and some pain to teach her not to be such a little twat. I shoved a bunch on dirty needles in her cunt then  sewed her pussy shut with needles. I love piercing the flesh of young girls. Their blood is cherry red. Their screams are like angels singing to me. Her pussy was swelling up as I pierced her pussy. I could smell the infection. Have you ever seen a blue waffle? It is disgusting, even for me. But that is what I was turning her perfect pussy into: a diseased, infected blue waffle. Gangrene of the twat. Just so the whore would remember me better, I tattooed my name in her chest. Now she was a good dirty whore. Now she had something to be a bitch about. I told her if she ever told anyone what I had done to her, I would kill her but not until I made her watch me kill her perfect family. I think she knew that if a sadistic bitch could ruin her pussy, I could just as easily ruin her life.

Castration Phone Sex for Losers

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my favorite sadistic type call. Guys IM me or call me and ask me all the time what is my specialty. Death, torture and dismemberment are my specialties, but taking a man’s cock and balls gives me an extra good feeling. There are too many losers in this world and my motto is testicles are for winners. Only winners should be allowed to procreate. Only winners should be allowed to fuck. So who falls in the loser category? Who deserves my junk removal services? Too god damn fucking many of you. Small dick guys. Men like Brock Turner and his daddy who don’t understand how to treat a woman. Sissy faggots. Men who can’t pick a fair fight and abuse women and animals. Men who think they are better than me because of some fancy degree. Men who would rather live on the government’s dime than actually work for a living. Deadbeat dads. Assholes. Men who call me and say I love you or that they just want to cuddle and watch a Nicolas Spark’s movie. Do I look like I want to be held? Do I look like I enjoy a sap ass movie? Sometimes I will take your junk just for shits and giggles. The point is I have a big ass knife collection and I am well trained on how to use them to inflict maximum damage.  I do all sorts of castration calls. Some guys are too dumb to realize I’m not the GFE type, so their stupidity is the reason the call ends with their balls on the floor. Some guys call me and bitch and whine about life in general and their wretchedness is why their balls hit the floor. Some guys call for fantasy phone sex that gets a little too real and that’s why their balls hit the floor. Then there are the jackoffs who think they can make me a victim. Their foolishness is the reason their balls hit the floor. If you are not worthy to be my accomplice, then death, torture and dismemberment are in your future. Are you my accomplice or my victim?

Knife Play Phone Sex Lessons

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex fantasies get my pussy so wet. I run this little school for girls. It is a training school. I assist dark little bitches in growing up to be sadistic women like me. You just don’t become a murderous, castrating whore over night. Behind every evil woman is a female mentor. Yesterday’s lesson was in dismemberment.  I had this annoying fuck who cut me off in traffic as our learning victim. I wanted my girls to understand the thrill of inflicting pain, while seeing how pain affects one’s body. I have a makeshift medical examiner’s room in my basement. Only the folks on the slab are not quite yet dead. This jack off was strapped down spread eagle on his back. I had him hooked up to a blood pressure machine and a pulse reader. We had not even begun the torture sex and his BP and pulse were high. I had an array of knives for the lesson. My pupils were so excited. One little girl asked to go first so I rewarded her enthusiasm with a big knife. She made some cuts on his thighs to see how his vitals skyrocketed. More girls grabbed knives and started cutting and stabbing. They giggled as he screamed in pain and pleaded for his life. That just turned us all on. He was close to having a heart attack by his vitals. It is amazing what pain does to the body. When I cut his dick clean off and blood spurted everywhere he actually passed out. No worries. We had smelling salts to revive him. I shoved his dick in his mouth so he would stay awake while my little evil angels took off his limbs. Had to use a chainsaw for his legs as he was quite stocky. Despite all that pain and blood loss, he did not die immediately. Of course when we chopped his head off that did him in. His head rolled around the floor with his eyes wide open as if he was watching his body die. It was a fun lesson, well for us girls at least.

Taboo Phone Sex at the Bar: Who Needs Sex Toys

taboo phone sexWhen you are a taboo phone sex whore, men love to degrade you. Fuck, you love to degrade yourself. I was at a bar Friday night. I got really fucked up on coke and booze. Closing time came around and I wanted to give the guys in the bar a kinky show. I wanted them to understand what a worthless piece of shit cunt I am. I did a sexy little striptease as they pulled out their cocks to stroke at the whore on the bar. I was doing lines off the bar. I shoved my own fist up my ass like it was a sex toy. I was all contorted, but my fist was in my own ass, on a bar in front of a bunch of strangers watching in awe and disgust. Guys started lining up to fist me. At least 30 men rammed their fist up my ass. By the time it was over, my ass had prolapsed. It looked like a rosebud. Guys were taking pictures. A few even said I should star in an ass rape porn.

ass rape pornThat is when things turned ugly. I mean ugly. They started grabbing objects laying around the bar for torture sex on my fuck holes. Beer bottles, wine glasses, darts, pool sticks, pool balls, even a fucking ashtray got crammed in my backside. I was in tears. The coke effect ran off, so I was feeling every bit of the pain. My ass was gaped open. My tears just made them torture me harder. One guy pulled me off the bar, shoved a wine bottle inside my ass with the big part in first. He walked me around the bar like a dog holding on to the neck of the bottle while the rest of the guys pissed and came on my  face. It was so degrading. But then, I am a stupid whore.

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Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your Junk Removal Accomplice

castration phone sexCastration phone sex requires balls. I don’t mean the pathetic little nut sack dangling beneath your equally pathetic dick. I mean it takes courage, something that so many losers with worthless equipment actually possess. I get a shit ton of callers begging me to rid them of their useless and very disappointing testicles. My motto has always been, “testicles are for winners.” If you are calling me for a taboo phone sex call where I take your worthless junk, please be willing to hurt yourself at the very least. I mean the first step is recognizing that your worthless. The second step is seeking help, which my callers do when they call me for junk removal services. However, only so much of a hurt I can put on you, if you are not willing to do some self damage.  So, here are the tools you need. Booze. You will need something strong like bourbon or whiskey to dull the pain. Alcohol was anesthesia for centuries.  Duct tape. You can strap your pathetic wiener  to your belly exposing your balls for better torture or castration. You can use rope too. You need to separate your balls from your dick. Get a hammer, or some sort of blunt object. One hard smack and you can bust a nut. Literally flatten it. A sharp object is required for those who are serious about castration and it is just not fantasy for them. A kitchen knife, a razor blade, and exacto knife…. you get the picture. Something sharp enough to cut the flesh from your body. The final thing you need is a smoldering pen. Something to cauterize the wound because there will be blood. You can even use a heated frying pan. Just something really hot to seal the wound. It would really be nice for me if you were serious about castration, as serious as I am. I can tell the difference between real pain and acting. So man up. Get some proverbially balls to lose your real balls. Castration is not for the weak, but if you are serious about home castration, I am your junk removal accomplice.