That bitch was going to pay for what she did! I broke into her apartment and walked to her room; she slept so peacefully. I smiled knowing I was going to ruin her peace. I taped her eyelids shut and dragged her out of bed and to a metal chair in her kitchen. she struggled and tried to scream so I punched her in the mouth. I tied her to the chair while she was dazed and then sewed her mouth shut. I could hear her muffled screams as I worked. Then I went to her eyes, and I cut them out and sewed her eye lids together. I put her eyes in a jar so I could keep them. they would go well with my collection. I turned on some classical music and began my work. I began by cutting off her feet. She’d never escape now and what her future would hold, I knew the mental trauma would break her mind. I whispered softly in her ear, I told her I knew it was her who cost me my job. It was her complaint and now she was going to pay for it. I smiled cruelly; let the fun begin…
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Murder phone sex Fantasies chokes out that little slut
Murder phone sex Fantasies cast an eerie, sexy glow on the world around me, and the screams of the night become my symphony. I am the one who finds the perfect victims, and your cock is going to thank me. We take turns choking them out, making them choke and die as suffering sex slaves. The thrill of the kill only heightens our pleasure, and we revel in it. I know your favorite part is when I push the little bitch’s head all the way down until your cock is sticking out of the back of her head.
You love the feeling of power, the knowledge that you and I are the ones in control. You are King, and I am your Killer phone sex queen. I love that we’ve created our twisted world, where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred beyond recognition, where murder and sex become the same.
Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the snuff whore
Tonight I’m going to make one of my hottest, mutilation phone sex fantasies come true. I found a naughty Daddy willing to let me snuff out his wife and little brat sluts while he jerks his dick and gives me instructions on what he wants me to do to them. We’ve done this a million times on our calls but tonight, it will no longer be just a twisted fantasy. I will actually be there, getting soaked in a thick spray of blood when I pull his little daughter’s head back and slide my razor sharp blade across her throat. Daddy will be stroking his cock and watching me slice off her tiny, pink nipples to chew them up just before I start cutting into her soft belly and ripping out whatever I can grab. Snuffing and mutilating his little bitches is just foreplay for the real show that’s waiting in that king size bed down the hall. I’m going to wake her up by ramming my knife into her chest, pinning her in place on the bed. I want her awake and aware of what’s going on and who sent me. I think I’ll cut her to pieces and stab her repeatedly leaving her just barely alive. Just enough so that she can watch while her husband gets behind me and fucks me right in front of her. I’ll moan his name in her face while I’m strangling her with my panties. The race is on to see if her man can drain his balls in me before I snuff her out!
Snuff Phone Sex is Darker is Better and Sickly Sadistic
Snuff Phone Sex is a darker evil kind of fun. And with snuff one can just understand it’s true meaning when you consider that you snuff out a flame. The very same is that flame of life. And oh how I love the feel of life slipping away in the grips of my cunt as much as my hands.
Once I had a guy I fucked to his death. This was quite an exciting thing. The feeling of how hard his dick got inside of my cunt as my hands wrapped around his neck. With my fingers finding the sweet spot on the sides of his neck. The pressure. and the gasping of his breath.
Then he went limp… his body was lifeless and his cock then severed by my ecstatic cunt as the muscles severed his member and held him tight. That dick I pushed from my cunt all bloody and lovely. It’s true the muscles of a cunt can be very powerful. And I must say that the contraption inside my vagina severed that dick off at the base.
Finally I wonder if it’s you that need such a sadistic bitch to destroy you?
Knife Play Phone Sex is Messy But Versatile
Knife play phone sex is versatile and messy. But I like my kills messy. And knives provide me with different ways to kill and torture. Knives can stab, jab, slice, dice, cut, slit, penetrate, carve and gut a person. I can control if you live or die with a knife. However, guns do not offer such an array of options. And that’s okay. Guns are for cowards. That’s what I say anytime some suggests I kill with a gun instead.
It takes skill and patience to murder or torture with a knife. Sure, I could shoot your balls off, but you might lose your life that way. And I find no joy in a quick kill. None. I need prolonged torture. It seems more satisfying to me. Knives work best with castration phone sex. And I remove a lot of balls. I have a collection of over 100 nuts in jars in my basement. Perhaps, to an outsider they seem like trophies. In a way they are. But their purpose is not to relive my torture sessions. It’s to remember and practice my techniques.
Your Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Your Privileges Any Day
I can see my knife marks and see the progression of my skills. Essentially, I went from very jagged marks to clean slices. No hesitation marks anymore. Lately, I seem to be castrating men more often. But this toxic masculinity where men think they own, and control women needs to dissipate quickly. I encounter more and more men who do not deserve their testicles. Balls are a privilege to have. But like anything, if you do not use them for good, I will take them away permanently.
Oscar, I met at a dive Goth bar. I caught him spiking drinks. And that shit don’t fly on my watch. So, I revoked Oscar’s man card. Took his balls in a bold torture sex move. I castrated him in the women’s bathroom of this bar. Put his balls in my purse and left him to bleed out on a dirty bathroom floor. I popped his balls into a Ziploc bag, tucked them in my purse, and walked right out of the bar while Oscar lay bleeding on the bathroom floor. But I did not end the torture there. I bar hopped and came home with 5 more pairs of balls. Productive evening.
Captured Little Blonde Bitch
I have these rape fantasies where I kidnap a little blond slut. She’s sweet and tender and soft. She has this beautiful bald little cunt and small tits. she looks just like a fucking barbie doll. I chain her so she is standing on her tiptoes. Her tears have stained her face, and more are falling down her cheeks. I have a live feed on the dark net. I need to feed these monsters and me. I begin by slashing open her back and peeling the skin away. Her screams are so beautiful. I grab her hips and ram in her virgin asshole tearing it open and making her scream and bleed as I shove it in and out of her ass. I laugh and plunge my blade into her over and over again. I love witching the fear in her eyes as she realizes what is about to happen. I scream hail Satan and watch as the light leaves her eyes. I tell everyone I’ll do another video with her body because I just love fucking dead bodies. Maybe I’ll make someone fuck her while I watch. Regardless all she’ll be known as is another runaway teen. Too bad she ran straight into my waiting arms. It’s so easy to convince them to sneak out and move in with you. I just love the internet it’s made hunting dumb sluts so much easier
Let’s Play With Thier Dead Bodies Too!
I love having sex with dead bodies. Necrophilia phone sex is where I can talk about all my twisted fantasies. How I want to hunt down pretty little blonds and torture them make them bleed and scream and then when the light leaves their eyes, I want to fuck their bodies. I’ll keep it here even after it begins to rot and fuck it over and over again. Maybe one day I’ll burn it in the pit but there’s something about fucking somebody after they die that just gets me off. It started with my grandpa. I was there when he died and i didn’t tell anyone for three days. I fucked him and rode that hard cock until he became bloated and his skin began to fall off. Of course i couldn’t tell anyone what I did but it made me so horny and so wet I just had to have more. Even now that I work in a morgue, I don’t have access to enough dead bodies to satisfy my twisted desires. So, I have to lure people in and torture them and let my twisted murder fantasies guide me. In the end I get what I want. It’s just so satisfying watching them die and then fucking them. I can say I had them in life and in death.
Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Both Fears and Loves Her Son
An ass rape porn star gets desperate for coke. My boy has not been around in over a month. And it has been a blessing and a curse. A blessing because my frail old body and fuck holes need a chance to heal when he goes MIA. But when he goes MIA, mommy does not get that good coke. His pink coke is the best.
So, I have been going to this glory hole on the wrong side of town to blow men for money. At this glory hole the suggested tip is $20. Sometimes guys pay me more. But sometimes, they pay nothing. Depending on the day, I can make a couple hundred dollars, or I can make nothing sucking cock.
Late last night, this big cock shoved through the hole and my old toothless mouth sucked it bone dry. I even pushed his balls into my mouth. When I take out my teeth, I can swallow your cock and balls like a good taboo phone sex whore. I vacuum sucked the cum out of that big dick. And I had hoped I would get at least $20. But I got something better. The guy on the other side slipped me a bag of pink coke. And for a moment, I thought how great.
A Reprieve from My Son is a Blessing and a Curse
Then I heard a voice say, “Get you skinny ass over here mom.” And then I realized I just blew my own boy. I hurried over to the other side hopping for more coke, but my boy sucker punched me, then dragged me by my red hair out of the building and into his truck. Of course, I had to blow him on the drive home. I snorted lines of coke off his cock. And he choked me while viewers watched the live stream in the van. Truckers passed us and saw my boney body bobbing up and down his cock.
He forced me to push out my prolapsed asshole so any trucks that passed us would see his cock sleeve dangling out my asshole. When we got to his place, he zip tied my asshole and carried me like a bowling ball into the house. He had a finger in my prolapsed asshole, and one in my cunt. I knew I was in trouble. He tossed me inside the house, and I sailed across the floor, crashing into furniture. I think I cracked some ribs.
My boy used my prolapsed asshole like his personal cock sleeve. And his streaming audience ate it up. When he put the plastic bag over my head, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. Although I had a few holes for air and coke in the bag, it still felt like suffocation phone sex gone wrong. As I tried to breathe in the coke, my makeup smeared on the inside of the bag and my face.
Sometimes, I Think My Boy Wants to Kill His Mother
My son forced his cock in my prolapse while affixing a zip tie to my neck so I could not breathe at all. He got me to the brink of passing out, then hurled a few side punches to my face to keep me awake for the torture. And my old body began twitching. He would let me breathe for a few seconds, then bury my face in coke, then put the bag back on my head and repeat the process until I looked purple in the face.
Although he is my family, he scares me with his level of violence. I try to focus on the coke and get as much as I can. He fucked me while punching my entire body with his tightened fists. He lifted me up like a bowling again to toss me across the room. I went flying in the air. But I bounced off the wall and crashed on the coffee table. Blood poured from my head. However, no sympathy from my son. He just punched me some more.
While down on the floor, he stomped on my prolapse, then he fisted it. He lifted me up in the air like a puppet. And forced my head on his cock. My old toothless mouth gummed him until he exploded his cock snot down my throat. What a workout. But I got a big bag of coke. The good shit too. So, I can nurse my wounds like I always do after a night partying with my boy.
Gangbang Rape Porn Star Blair Cannot Escape Trouble
My husband and I went out of town this week, but I ended up making a gangbang rape porn while he golfed. My husband loves to golf like I love to party and fuck. But I find golf boring. I stayed in the hotel while he participated in a tournament. I thought it would give me a chance to party. He does not let me party. But I got crafty. And I scored some blow before we left. I can go a couple days without boy cock. But I cannot go for a couple days without coke.
I ordered some room service and thought I could work a bit while I partied. However, the Hispanic staff had a different idea. The saw a horny white milf alone in a hotel room and decided I looked like an ass rape porn slut. They stormed the room, locked the door and shoved a ball gag in my mouth to shut me up. I could not scream. They ripped my clothes off. Choked me too. Of course, they slapped me. They turned my tits into punching bags.
Wherever I Go, Trouble Follows Me
They did not speak English to me. And my Spanish is rusty. But I could not stop them. They wanted to fuck me. There was one of me and eight of them. Although I am not the brightest bulb, I have some street sense. And I know that sort of 8 on 1 math would never go in my favor. So, I laid on the bed like a limp noodle letting these barrio boys force their dicks in my holes. Trouble follows me everywhere. There seems to be something about me that makes men want to turn me into their prey.
I tried to think about other things. As a seasoned sex doll, I know men have rape phone sex fantasies for women like me. They came and left. But I had to hide the bruises from my husband when he returned from golfing.
Ass Rape Porn Accomplice Cassie Helps You Train Your Anal Whore
I love ass rape porn. However, I learned recently that I prefer to train the next generation of anal sex porn stars, than be one. I still let men fuck my ass. All the time. I love anal sex, even rough anal sex. But I do not like being a bitch anymore. Not now that I have discovered how the other side lives, I’m enjoying the switch life.
When Dave approached me, I knew what he wanted. I’ve heard the rumors, like most women in this kind of business have about him. He likes his girls young, virginal and he also likes a woman’s help in breaking her holes in. And I go where the money tells me. Plus, I love helping men break in anal whores. If they need my help with another girl, then they are not thinking about destroying my asshole. I may not have book smarts, but I have street smarts.
And those street smarts make me accomplice phone sex material. So, when David arrived with Lucy, his young teen muse, I had everything ready. And I knew just where to begin. We stripped her naked, and I tied her to the fuck bench with her ass in the air. She cried and trembled. Did not understand what was about to happen to her. But I did not care. My days of empathy seem to have disappeared. Perhaps, I am more about the Benjamin’s now.
Assisting Men Like You with the Training of a Young, New Anal Whore Excites Me
I used a small dildo on her ass first. Tight might be an understatement. Thought I might need to hammer that thing inside her ass, LOL. But with enough lube and patience, I have been told you can fit anything in the ass. Although, I worked many dildos in her ass, Dave wanted to see my fist in her ass. Well, my fist and his cock.
No doubt that our time breaking in Lucy’s virgin ass felt like anal torture sex to the girl, it is important to have proper anal training. And I told her to feel lucky. When I was Lucy’s age, no man ever used lube on my holes. They just shoved anything they wanted in a fuck hole. Lucy’s dad eventually wants Lucy to enjoy hardcore anal sex. But I told him at her age, she will not like it for a while.
But the little bitch should not whine and