Category: Mutilation phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex With Rena and Living On the Edge

I had a hot knife play phone sex call recently.  We were just talking dirty when it took a different but hot turn without any warning. Hknife play phone sexe pulled out a knife from his pocket causing fear to grip me tightly inside. He pressed it against my throat teasingly before moving down towards my bound wrists where he began cutting through the duct tape securing them. The feeling of cold steel against my skin sent chills down my spine as adrenaline rushed through me making every sensation more intense than ever before.

Once free ,he pushed me onto all fours once again positioning himself behind me ready for what was about come next . With one swift motion ,he slit open my throat causing warm blood to gush out while simultaneously penetrating deeper into me until he found that sweet spot deep within which made us both scream out in unison -a mix between pain and pleasure unlike anything else experienced before by either one of us .

As we reached climax together under these horrific circumstances ,the camera kept rolling capturing every moment leading up until now including our final breaths together as life slowly slipped away leaving only death behind… Our twisted fantasy had become reality – a snuff porn video featuring two cousins who shared not only each other’s bodies but also their darkest desires leading ultimately leading them both straight into hell itself…

Bloody Phone Sex Just Got Bloodier and More Torturous

bloody phone sexIt would not be Killtober without bloody phone sex. Recently, a caller inspired me to utilize more medieval torture. My grandfather did not just leave me his massive knife collection, but his medieval torture collection too. Some of the pieces are authentic and appraised at a high price. And insured too. But a couple pieces are replicas made to look authentic. All of which now reside in my underground bunker. Or best known as my new kill shack. Have not abandoned my old one yet, but this new one is more convenient.

So, after my phone call, I spoke with a friend who seems to be able to find anything you want or need from young girls to drugs to a medieval rack. But I have always wanted a medieval rack. And he found me one. For a pretty penny, of course. It got delivered yesterday. And it even has fresh blood stains on it. My guess, some one else used it recently for torture sex. Just like I planned to do also.

But who would be my first victim? My need to try this expensive, centuries old torture device, made me less selective. So, the first person to annoy me would win one free torturous death. And that just happened to be some vacuous self-entitled coed cunt who cut in line at my Goth coffee house thinking all the other Goth folks would not check her bad behavior, and when someone did, she went off on an unholy rant. My lucky turned into her last day on earth.

Nothing Better Than a Bloody, Torturous Medieval Death

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I followed her in my car, cut her off the road, dragged her out of her expensive car that no doubt mommy and daddy bought for her. Luckily, she went down a back road, less traveled. Tossed her in my trunk and drugged her. And she woke up tied to my new rack. Feisty whore. Mouthy too. I put a ball gag in her mouth because I hate those whiny, high pitched bimbo sounds. Once I cranked the rack up, she started screaming. Muffled screams, but at least she was no longer talking.

Honestly, I like to prolong the snuff sex torture for as long as possible so I can achieve maximum pain for my victim and maximum pleasure for me. But her voice and screeching forced me to put her out of my misery. So, she died quickly. At least quickly by my standards. But painfully. My nice new toy ripped her in two. Eviscerated her, leaving her guts on the floor and her  blood on my wall. But nothing a hose and some paint cannot fix.

Torture Sex with a Sexy Switch Means You Might Lose Your Balls

torture sexA sexy switch enjoys torture sex too. Once upon a time, men tortured me sexually. But now, I get to be behind the wheel. And I love it. When I met Alex, he told me he wanted extreme cock and ball torture. I met him at the strip club, but I tortured him at my place. Over the past few years, I have acquired some bondage equipment, large dildos, sounding devices and a slew of whips and chains.

Not all men enjoy this kind of cock and ball torture, but you might be surprised at how many do enjoy it. Since my strip club frowns upon screaming in the VIP room, I felt seemed safer to mutilate his dick and balls at home. Alex did not have a clue how extreme I could go.  Castration phone sex callers inspire me daily and fuel my revenge fantasies. Alex appeared to be just like one of my callers. A simp who knows his cock cannot pleasure any woman. Or an extreme pervert who wants to check himself before he wrecks himself.

I Love Extreme Ball Busting and Cock Mutilation

I do not care why you want cock and ball torture if you pay me. The money helps, but sometimes I would do it for free because it helps me deal with my repressed anger over daddy and his friends, and men like my former master. I strapped Alex to a surgical table that I purchased last year at an auction. He seemed impressed that I had all sorts of devices designed to hurt and destroy his worthless junk.

I put one of those castration bands farmers use for sheep and cattle around his balls. Slowly his balls turned blue, purple and eventually black. Once they go black, those balls remain dead for life. They may not fall off, but they will never aid in an erection again. This process mimics a chemical castration. While his balls went through the necrification process, I lubed a sounding device up with Icy Hot and put it down his piss hole. Good thing I had him restrained properly because he almost came off the table from the pain.

He started to have second thoughts about such extreme cock and ball torture phone sex, but I knew I would not turn back. He paid me way too well for me to walk away. I did the job he wanted. Turned the juice off in his balls. Created pain. And mutilated his cock. And I loved every minute of it. Who is next?

Bloody Phone Sex Rampage for Killtober

bloody phone sexKilltober equals bloody phone sex. My Halloween rampage took off earlier this year. Just too many folks need put out of my misery. But I am an equal opportunity killer. Your gender, age, skin color, or size never matters to me. If you act like a tool or a bitch, and you cross my path, I will kill you. And without remorse either. I am sort of an equalizer.

I meet folks who need killed everywhere. And yesterday, I met Bob at the grocery store. Meet might not be the right word. More like encountered. He went off on some old lady cashier for going too slow. Who yells and degrades a grandma? If you cannot control your anger like that or enjoy picking unfair fights so you can win, that makes you a tool. And tools, I find expendable.

As I followed him out to his car, I watched him yell at more people who did nothing wrong but pass him by. I found a snuff porn victim at the grocery store. And I think that might be a first. For his deplorable actions, he lost his cock and his balls. He lost his life too. But I wanted to make him suffer. And I wanted him to know why. I am sure the act I caught at the grocery store was mild compared to what he has done in the past. Folks do not act like bullies just once.

So Many Folks Deserve to Die to Make This World Better

I ran a background check on the license plate of the car he drove off in and determined he did not have a wife. So, likely home alone. Perfect for me because I do not need his DNA in my car or home. But I leave no DNA because I am a smart killer. I caught him by surprise. The loser thought I snuck into his house to fuck him. But I let him think that so I could get his worthless dick out.

When we got to his bedroom, I overpowered him easily and tied him to his bed. The loser thought I just wanted to play kinky games. In a way, I did. I used an elastor on his balls which farmers use for castrating sheep. Once bound and gagged, I read him his rights and mutilated his body. I carved Bully in his chest with a very sharp knife and watched the blood pour out of him. Then I continued the torture sex with his cock. Carved loser on his useless pecker. More blood loss. But I prefer red to all other colors.

I sexually mutilated him before the final cut to the throat made him bleed out on his bed. Normally, I would take his body out of the house and feed it to the wildlife in the woods behind me, but he weighed too much. Dead weight literally. If anyone missed him or discovered his body, it looked like a woman scorned killed him. But they will never know I was the woman. No one ever knows it was me.

Snuff Porn Star Needed For The Anal Chronicles

First I was a recruited Snuff porn actress. Then after many uses and resuscitations, I became an Accomplice. This was simply due to my ass being totally used so much that the crew wanted tighter, younger and virginal butts.

Now that I have been totally butt fucked into such intense prolapsing and swelling butt rings of pleasure, I had a task. My face and ability was just to good to destroy. What they wanted was a nice tender young ass.

Not only was that tender ass ring to be fucked open but also the sweet head to be chopped. The fact that innocent girls have such sweet faces. Really this offers the viewing of their heads decapitated from their tender little bodies. Obviously this is a sweet treat.

Finally the best way for men to explode their loads was to have a head rolling and a butt gaping. Now I really am happy to assist.

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Brutal Sex with dead bodies is my Master’s favorite

Sex with dead bodies Sex with dead bodies is art form. I like to get creative with my partners. I mean, when you’re working with dead bodies, you’ve got to think outside the box.  I’ve got a whole treasure trove of positions and techniques that would make even the most seasoned porn star blush.

 I take my job very seriously. I pride myself on my attention to detail, making my Master proud. He loves when I get the sluts we use real messy. The more blood the better. So I go all out, once I get to stabbing I make sure I am soaked with blood and gore.

Not only does it make my Master happy but when I feel the splatter of blood it gets me so fucking wet. By the time I am done slashing at some bitch’s tits, I am ready to explode and squirt everywhere.

My favorite is right after they die. They are still warm but they are still, totally silent, the screams get to me after a while so when it’s finally quiet I start to relax. I ride the stiff until blood pours out of their eyes, nose and mouth. The lost cold look in their eyes make me feel so hot, I totally lose control. I guess that must be why after making the Snuff porn, the sluts end up looking like hamburger meat.

 

Snuff Sex Achieves The Complete Mind Fuck End

Snuff sex is all about a torturous sexually enhanced death. As a sadistic cunt, my greatest pleasure is to feel life slipping away in my very own hands.

Just to feel that neck brake. Watch as the light goes out in their eyes. The trickle of blood sensually slipping from their lips. The paleness of their skin as death takes them in it’s grip. These are some of the best things that pleasure me.

But wait, there’s so much more. Sometimes to just get sexual gratification is something of a high for myself as well. Essentially, It’s exciting to have a guy penetrating me as I take a piece of piano wire to his neck.

In any case that slow penetration of his penis in my cunt, excites me. Furthermore the slow deep slicing of that neck with razor wire. Then that flow of blood gushing all over my naked flesh as I slice his arteries.

Finally, it should be noted that my intense pleasure of castration and cannibalism really do go hand in hand as well with my sadistic needs.

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Knife Play Phone Sex with Me Leaves You without a Dick and Dead Sometimes Too

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex with me may end your life or leave you dickless. So, consider yourself warned. I am not your typical girl. No girl on a snuff site is. When you call a sadistic bitch like me you best not be looking for a normal fuck call. Those I never do. Never. Most guys follow my rules on my phone sex line and in my personal life. However, there will always be those self-entitled assholes who think that because they paid you for a service they can do as they please.

Take Mike for example. He hired me to castrate him. But he got cold feet and thought he could fuck me instead. Why in the world would I ever fuck a man who knows his cock cannot do anything for a woman. If you want me to castrate you, I will not fuck you. If you do not think you are worthy, why should I?

He paid me $10,000 for castration phone sex. Just this was real life, not my phone life. But when he met me, he got a boner. I guess he likes Goth babes. But not my problem. I would not refund him. And I told him no refunds when he paid me. So, this idiot tried to force himself on me. But no man ever catches me off guard. I have eyes in the back of my head. Plus, I’m always strapped with a knife or two.

If You Pay Me for Castration, You Can Never Fuck Me Before You Lose Your Balls

When he tackled me to the ground, I kneed him in his balls. Made him cry like a bitch. That was enough time for me to regain control. My knife sliced his leg to hobble him. Mike was a big boy. Not tall but fat. He could have squashed me. But he did not because I am a swift thinker and always prepared. I strapped him down on the floor, tying him to the table and coffee table legs. Then I stripped him and did the job he paid me to do. But first I kicked him in the balls several times. Hard too.

I took his cock and balls. Shoved both in his mouth, pinched his nose and suffocated him. Yes, he got snuff sex and castration. Maybe not a bonus for him, but a bonus for me.

Snuff Porn : A Strung Out White Whore is Easy

Snuff Porn  for a Strung Out White Whore  like me is appropriate use of me. I’m easy and Gangbanging and rape porn fantasy movies are my true calling. Especially as such is an honest living for a coke whore bimbo.

One night I was literally crawling home from a screening of a sadistically twisted filming. My ass and cunt where totally blown out and swollen. The drugs wore off and I was vomiting up blood from getting my body so wrecked.

At some point a couple of drunk frat guys happened upon me. I really looked a wreck but still fuckable I guess. Hell drunk frat guys will fuck a damned corpse if she had nice tits, a pretty but wrecked face and a couple of holes.

Now that these guys dragged me back to their frat house they fed me a whole lot of smack and crack. Laughing at me as they watched me be a total used up cock puppet. These guys used me for their hazing of wannabes.

Finally, after the frat dick gangbang  live streamed the snuff porn for an hour. Then they shoved me in an Uber and sent me on. However that wasn’t the end of my night. This uber driver had come to other plans.

Last thing I recall was being assisted to my apartment. Then everything went black. I was knocked over the head and had my ass completely destroyed. Once I awoke I just wished for more dick.

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Accomplice Phone Sex Brings Out Sadistic Tendencies

 

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Accomplice phone sex is like a gateway drug. I started out as a strung-out slut and was that way for years. Guys could do anything to my worn out cunt for some blow. Who cares about anything being high all the time but that changed one night. The last guy took advantage of me and something inside my warped brain snapped. He threw a wad of cash down on the floor and said something about how next time I could puke of his fuckin’ dick for all he cared. I laughed and so did he, his twisted , disgusting face looked like a demon in that moment I grabbed the ashtray cracking it on the back of his skull. He yelped in pain and swung around trying to fight me off, “You cum bucket, coke whore!” he screamed. I calmly told him that all those accomplice phone sex calls he told me about in his drug fueled stupor had gone to his head. He had no idea how things can turn on a dime. As he crawled on the jizz stained carpet with a gooey mess of blood pouring from the back of his head I began to laugh harder. I mocked him as I went to the kitchen to get a knife from the block. I chose a sharp one, perfect for cutting meat- human flesh meat! He was near the couch becoming delirious as I stomped my stiletto heel into the base of his spine. All those years of being in and out of hospitals had paid off. He made the most guttural sound and began to piss his pants. I snarled at him with the knife in my hand and said, “darling, why don’t we talk about castration phone sex?”. The coke pumped through my body giving me what seemed like the strength of a thousand men as I rolled him over like he was an mannequin. He started to sob, but it was too late. I tore his urine stained pants and underwear down. His cock was flaccid and pathetic looking. Wielding the knife with a butcher’s skill, I severed his cock from his body as he squealed like a pig being slaughtered. He had no idea his stories about accomplice phone sex would turn me into a predator.