Category: Mutilation phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Ass Rape Porn Star Sold for a Bag of Cocaine

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars are always in demand. For me, my ass is in demand with my son, my dealers and even random strangers. Once people know you don’t mind hardcore anal sex it feels like a challenge to them. It seems like they want to destroy your ass to see if you still don’t mind giving up your booty. Sometimes, I swear every anal experience seems like the worst one yet. I would stop ass sex altogether, but if I did, I’d never get any cocaine. And we all know that’s not happening anytime soon.

Over the weekend, I partied with this other coke whore I know from the circuit. I consider her a lot lizard type of woman. She lives in a trailer park, and I live in the suburbs. She likes to fuck random men, but I only fuck random men to get coke. I’m married and she’s divorced four times. Honestly, the only things we have in common are ass sex and cocaine.

But she told me if I came to her trailer on Saturday, she would share her cocaine with me. That bitch set me up. Not only did I not get any cocaine, but she made me the star of a gangbang rape porn to take the pressure off her. She did not want to let these guys ravage her asshole for cocaine. So instead, she leveraged my asshole. And the bitch took all the coke. Didn’t even share a pinch with me. And I did all the hard labor.

A Friend Sold Me Out for a Bag of Cocaine

These men brutalized my asshole. Almost as much as my son brutalizes my asshole. They laughed at the fact that they prolapsed my butt hole. And I snickered in my head. They thought they ruined my asshole. But years on the circuit combined with my son’s live streams accomplished that. They passed me around like a fucking party favor.

They spit in my ass using that as the only lubrication before they bounced me on their big thick dicks like a fucking rag doll. The more the men partied, the more violent they got with me. Sometimes shoving 2 cocks in a hole at once making me a six whole whore they joked.

But I did not get angry with them. Men get weak around a dirty MILF willing to do anything for cocaine. Hell, they get weak at any woman not even a dirty whore. But this supposed friend of mine sold me out. Didn’t even give me one little bump for the hours’ worth of work I did for her.

She kept her asshole intact. But I left the party with my asshole protruding through my panties and leaking cum. And fucking sober too. I’ll get my revenge eventually. Now I know never trust another bitch who likes to party like you do. They’ll sell your ass out for a bag of coke. I guess I should just feel grateful that this didn’t turn into a snuff porn.

Accomplice Phone Sex is The Best Way to Kill Some Ass

I’m Geneva, and I am a sexual bimbo doll built for one purpose. And that is to be used. Therefore, Accomplice phone sex is one use that I have come to embrace.
Specifically, I serve my Master as his perfect ass whore. Moreover, I help him find fresh teen ass for our little film project.
Consequently, we make a special kind of porn. And our films eventually lead to something far more permanent. Well, for the star, it’s a one-time debut!
First, Master sends me out to scout. Therefore, I dress sleazily and walk the streets like plastic perfection. Furthermore, my blonde hair and fake tits draw attention everywhere I go. But so does my ass.
However, I’m hunting for something specific. Namely, tight young things with perfect juicy asses that bounce when they walk. After all, this is Ass rape porn.
Once I spot a good one, I move in fast. Subsequently, I flash a smile and strike up conversation. And really turn on the charm to gain trust.

Accomplice Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill Time

Meanwhile, Master watches from the van and nods his approval. After that, everything happens quickly.
Additionally, the girls never suspect a thing because I look like a living doll. Besides, who fears a Barbie?
Next, we bring them to the studio. And the cameras start rolling immediately. Thereafter, Master takes his time with each one.
Meanwhile, I hold them down and watch his cock stretch those tiny assholes wide. Furthermore, the screaming only makes him harder. In addition, I film every thrust and every tear for the collection.
Eventually, the films take their final turn.
Accordingly, Master always finishes the same way. Ultimately, the snuff ending is what our buyers pay top dollar for.
Therefore, I clean up afterward and prepare for the next shoot. After all, there is always more teen ass to find.
Accomplice phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex is a Way That I Exploit Destiny

Bloody Phone Sex is a tool that compels some of the darkest desires. And these dark desires are what fuel my sadistic ways. That is, in some aspects, one may return to the womb where blood is the protector.
Or, we can just revisit my first Menstruation. To clarify, when I bled from my cunt. Thus the awakening of a certain beast within me. Undeniably, this is a time of darker aspects that fed my soul. Thus, made me the sadist I am.
From the shedding of my Uterus to the breaking of my hymen. My darkness came into being.
From that very moment of sacrificing my virginity to random men. My mother knew she had instilled the dark forces inside me.
And this is the only reason I was kept alive. Now, I am the Goddess of Darkness.
Ultimately, taking lives through bloodletting rituals becomes a highlight for me. In fact, I thrive on the mutilation phone sex, a ritualistic connection.
Thus, my very thought right now is to breed within my womb the Devil’s seed.
Now let me incubate that dark evil seed in my womb and give birth to the ultimate sacrifice. Much like the first thing I birthed, I passed in the night from my cunt. And quickly dissected it and used it in ritual, only to make me stronger.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Fuel for My Cravings

Consequently, relationships are not my thing. Therefore, when I have a sexual hunger, I hunt and take what I need. Sometimes it is dick, sometimes it’s cunt. But always, it is about my pleasure. And one thing is for certain, they never survive.
Essentially, I am like the Black Widow, and I eat my lover. Moreover, cannibalism phone sex feeds this ever so darker hunger within. And at this moment I wish to feast on the scrotum sack and penis of an Investment Banker I found on the Dark Web.
Ultimately, his portfolio won’t be the only thing I drain. Undeniably, his balls and then finally his life force I will suck up.
And with his final wishes of feeding his body to the clients. Oh the ones he destroyed. Guilt is an ugly beast, but flesh is a delicious feast.
Moreover, his blood will mix in the wine. And I will lavish myself in decadence.
Finally, do you want to come and play?

Bloody Phone Sex

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.

Not Even Bondage Phone Sex Feels Safe for Me Anymore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sessions leave me tied up and vulnerable. Although I realize it seems like a big gamble to agree to a bondage photo shoot or movie with any of these unsavory people I work with, I just think about the coke or the money to buy coke. And common sense goes out the door. Believe it or not I do possess some common sense when sober.

But I’m rarely sober. And any person fucked up makes poor judgment calls. I’ve worked with Jeremy before. Although he treats his models roughly, he pays them well too. He’s a legitimate porn producer. However, what he makes is strictly for the dark web and private collectors. So, it can still be a gamble.

We agreed to $1000 for two hours of work. That’s like what high end escorts make. And I didn’t even need to fuck anybody. So, he tied up tightly. Lots of rope. He tied me to a St. Johns board so I could not escape. And I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. At first, he just took photos of me in pain and trying to escape my restraints. Then he called in an accomplice, and this turned into a torture sex session.

Even BDSM Shoots Live Me Battered and Barely Alive

His accomplice showed up in one of those all-leather black executioner outfits with the mask and everything. And he brought a variety of whips with him. He started whipping me, and I could feel my flesh stinging and welts appearing almost instantly. Because of his strength, he managed to whip me so hard in a few areas he drew blood. So, I did my best to imagine myself on a beach, doing lines of cocaine and drinking piña coladas.

What lasted two hours felt like an eternity. Not a single ounce of my flesh looked like its normal color. In fact, my entire body looked like I suffered third degree sunburn. Blisters started to form quickly. My skin looked bright red like a lobster’s body. And I could barely walk.

That director kicked it up a notch this time. And he gave me no warning. But he did pay me. And I immediately went to collect my coke. This taboo phone sex whore lives to snort coke another day. But I know I’m running out of my nine lives quickly.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Is So Daring and Actually Happened

The thrill of a home invasion phone sex intrusion always starts with that first creak of the door. And it’s a sound that makes my pulse race and my pussy clench in anticipation.
Consequently, I freeze, letting the fear wash over me. And I hear heavy footsteps echo through the hallway.
Then, the mask slips open, revealing hungry eyes that lock onto mine. Now, I know exactly what’s coming.
Soon enough, rough hands shove me onto the bed. Then they tear my clothes away. And their cocks spring free instantly. So thick and ready.
Before I can catch my breath, one rams into my ass. Thus he stretches’ me wide with a brutal thrust. Therefore, I gasp and moan almost simultaneously.
Meanwhile, another forces his shaft into my mouth. And is gagging me as they take turns pounding my holes relentlessly.
Eventually, the pain melts into a raw, blinding pleasure. Primarily as they fuck me harder. Then these men take me deeper, until I feel something tear inside.
In the end, the final thrust drives so deep it ruptures my inner walls. And blood spills onto the sheets as they pull out.
Thus leaving me a broken, used-up mess on the bed. The camera captures every convulsion. And every last twitch of my destroyed ass.
So, a perfect snuff scene that satisfies my darkest cravings has been made.
Home Invasion Phone Sex

Leaving My Mark With Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexI ordered more knives today for my knife play phone sex calls. I go through them quite a bit as I have a carving fetish leaving my signature mark in men and women and little brats after I use them for my pleasure.  There is something that makes my cunt start watering seeing that sharp knife pierce the skin opening up that flesh.  Watching the flesh open up is kind of like a cunt opening up from a slit and seeing that pinkness in the pussy start popping up.

The flesh is the same. I love the flesh of humans and the warmth in the blood makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. When you pierce the skin more like a dagger, you will see the blood squirting out all over like a cunt squirts when a cock has been penetrating that fuck hole over and over. Brutally slamming it in and out at a pace that seems to be like a race for time.  Only this is just an owner of the cock taking out every single frustration felt in that time through his hard penis slamming into the deep dark hole that is the woman’s cunt.  Yes the blood squirts like the womanly juices produced from a nice ol’ fashion fucking.

My thing is I like carvnig my signature X on their bodies with a Heart and a D. I leave my mark when they encounter me. Sometimes I’m carving on a cunt, some of my favorite works of art are on a woman’s cunt. I like to drug them up so they are passed out and then I can really get those carvings deep.

I’ll carve on the cocks and balls of guys I fuck too.  Sometimes even an ass. When I run out of time, I skip the genitals all together and have been known to do it right on a face, I could really give a fuck! It just makes my cunt explode seeing the mutilation phone sex i create from my sick evl twisted mind!

Castration Phone Sex Gives Me the Right to Revoke Your Man Card

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty for a reason. I am firm believer that your dick is a privilege not an entitlement. And since I do not think that men are entitled to dicks, I take them at my discretion. I castrate men for a variety of reasons. But the number one reason is trying to force yourself on me or another Goth girl. But I also castrate men with tiny dicks and big dick energy. I castrate men for being serial losers too. Honestly, you could look at me funny and I’ll take your balls.

Neutering men is what I do best. I’m not exactly pro woman. In fact, I hate most people. But I feel a certain need to protect women who cannot protect themselves. When I say I’m always carrying, I mean I’m always packing at least four or five knives strapped to my body for emergencies. You just never know anymore. Men spout off this your body, my choice, bullshit more, and I need to be prepared for the incel douchebags.

Sometimes those knives come in handy when I meet a complete loser who needs to be neutered. Without my knives, I could not effectively accomplish that procedure. Lou thought he was a smooth operator. But I saw him coming a mile away. He’s the kind of guy I love the most. So, cock and ball torture sex comes easily when I meet men like him. Self-entitled, rich douche bags with tiny dicks, who drug women, get free castration sex from me every time.

It Does Not Take Much for Me to Revoke Your Man Card

I watched Lou slip something into this Goth girl’s drink when she went to the restroom. So, I walked over to where he sat and accidentally on purpose tripped in front of him so I could slip something into his drink. Something I knew might be more potent than whatever he gave her. I apologized profusely for being accident prone and went back to the bar to drink my vermouth.

The drugs kicked in about an hour later. I got the bartender to help the young Goth girl. And I took care of the predator. I think the drugs worked so well that he didn’t even realize I was not the girl whose drink he drugged. Got him into my car and drove him to my place so I could remove his balls. I decided to go through his phone. Some little voice inside of me told me too. I found hundreds of pictures of passed out women naked that he came all over. The douche bag filmed himself with these women.

For a moment I thought about sending these pictures to the police, but then I decided not only to take his balls, but to take his life too. The only way for justice to prevail is to kill the serial predators. He woke up, strapped to my surgical table. I had a wood plank holding his dick up. My plan required him to be wide awake so he could both see and feel me take a hammer to the head of his dick.

I Have Castrated Men for Myriad Reasons

This guy didn’t deserve a clean surgical castration. Perhaps you could say in that moment I felt like a vigilante. I told him how we met, what I saw him do, and what his telephone revealed to me. Then I smashed the head of that cock so hard it spit out blood. His blood curdling screams aroused me. So, I pulverized his dick with a hammer. It flattened like a pancake. I took that hammer to his balls and busted each testicle. Although he kept passing out, I woke him back up. He needed to feel this.

Once I destroyed his cock in his balls, I slit his throat. I knew he could not live once I saw what he keeps on his phone. But I wanted him to feel immense pain before I killed him. Men having an unhealthy obsession with their dick and balls.

So, I wanted him to know he would never fuck again before I killed him. I wanted him to think that there might be a chance he would live and not become a snuff porn star. Most killers don’t go through the trouble of inflicting that level of pain before they murder their target. They just kill. I see no fun in that. But then I’m a different breed of killer.

Evil Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever For a Daring Time

Evil phone sex is the ultimate sacrifice. And I exist as a vessel of pure malice. As a Satanic evil witch whose every breath serves the dark will of the Abyss.
So some seek to become enlightened. However, I find my true purpose in the exquisite symphony of agony.
Consequently, my favorite pastime is the meticulous torture and mutilation. Thus, it’s those unfortunate enough to wander into my sanctum that earn it.
Now, I don’t merely kill; I dismantle the human spirit. And piece by piece, to ensure the offering is sufficiently seasoned with terror.
Furthermore, the process of sacrifice is a sacred ritual. And this ritual requires absolute precision. After all, every bit of one’s being is used to feed a demon and spirit.
First, I start by peeling back layers of skin with a rusted blade. Therefore, I savor the way the flesh parts. Ultimately, I reveal the raw, pulsing muscle beneath the flesh.
Accordingly, I carve occult sigils into their chests to bind them to their duty in the spell. So, ensuring that every scream echoes in the glory of Satan.
As the blood pools around my feet, I feel a surge of necrotic power coursing through my veins. Ultimately, there is no greater ecstasy than watching the light fade from a victim’s eyes. As I offer their mangled remains to the Prince of Darkness.
Therefore,  I secure my place as his most devoted and sadistic servant.
Evil Phone Sex