Category: Mutilation phone sex

I Am A Bad Girl!

Snuff phone sexSnuff me baby! Make me hurt make me suffer. That is what I am all about. Blood, guts, and pain is really what makes me get off. The more gruesome the better in my opinion. You could never say is this to much for you.. Because I am down for anything baby, and I think that is why you love me. I am pretty sure you think that you can scare me or surprise me… But I have been there and I love it! I wanna bleed I wanna make you satisfied. I want that cum so fucking bad, and I will do anything for you. My job is to please you and make you happy. So call me so I can make that happen. I will make you blow your load.

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.

My First Piercing

Torture Sex

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!

Bloody rave

Evil phone sexWhat a party!

I followed my friend to this dark alley, and when I saw the sign above the door being to a butcher’s place, I thought she was fucking with me. But I followed here anyway, through the old door, past the bloody tables and instruments, into the walk in freezer. “What the fuck, Jen?” I was getting suspicious. “Oh shut the fuck up, bitch we’re almost there!” She replies, and pushes open a hidden part of the wall. This leads us down a short, dark staircase. Immediately, my eyes stung adjusting to the flashing colored laser lights and blaring music. There was some sexy, death growling metal playing and the room was packed full of sexy hardbodies raving out. Soon, my friend has disappeared, and I could fucking care less. I’m dancing with this gorgeous guy who’s had his fingers in my pussy for a few minutes now, while I ground my barely covered, perfect ass into the from of his baggy, (well, they WERE baggy) black-with-chains pants. My pussy is so fucking horny, I need more. I grab his hand and walk him to the side of the room, lean in to his ear so he can hear me yell “Fuck me. hard. now.”

I didn’t need to ask twice. He pulls me against the wall, in a darker corner. He’s kissing me hard, drawing blood from my lip. His had viciously exploring my body, griping, raking scratches in my hot flesh with his unusually sharp nails. My cunt is flowing from the ecstasy I took and the excitement of fucking a total stranger in a room full of people. Soon, my excitement turned worrisome. His other hand came out from behind his waistband, holding a smaller hunting knife. My eyes grew big, taking in the sight of the blade, which reflected my scared face in the metal of it.   He slid it up the front of me, slicing my outfit off, leaving a long scratch from my cunt mound, to behind my ear. He uses the impossibly sharp blade to draw some sort of a symbol over my right breast, slides the blade back into it’s sheath at his back. He frees his rock hard cock, and pins me to the wall with his weight. He whispers in my ear “you’re my fucking whore now, little mouse.” and slams his cock into my tight cunt, making me explode with a hard, squirting orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast. I felt warm, wetness suddenly start pouring over me. I open my eyes over his shoulder. The fire sprinklers have turned on. But they’re not spraying water. Fuck, I think it’s blood!

Before I can find my fear, he sinks his teeth into the curve where my neck and shoulder join. He bites in deep. I scream uselessly into the noise. He’s got me completely helpless, his body pinning me down, his cock and teeth pressed into me, holding me. He’s fucking me like a wild, possessive animal in the bloody shower.

Everything starts going black…

Castration or just Torture phone sex?

Torture phone sex

Some men are fucking stupid for calling me for Torture phone sex. I push them over the edge they didn’t know they had. Take Jerry for example. Jerry begged and begged to be my bitch. He begged me to make him mine. To break him and make him my little puppy bitch. Poor little Jerry had no idea what he was asking for. As he begged me to make him my bitch I started started to tease his balls with my feet. My toes were covered in stocking and I was squishing his balls as he begged. Once I started to make him scream and he continued to beg I started to tie each of his balls up. I made it tight. Making him scream loudly and his veins were starting to show in his neck. He begged for more. So I started tying. I didn’t stop to wait for more begging. I continued as he just started screaming non stop. Now he was my little bitch. Now he was going to anything and everything I told him to do so he can keep his cock. I pulled my panties off and stood in-front of him. I told him to make me cum before I ripped his dick off. He started licking and tongue fucking my pussy, screaming into my cunt as he tried to make me cum. It was such a turn on, knowing I had the power. I could rip his cock off and end his family name. Each time I tugged the harder he licked my pussy. I Started to shake, pulled on the rope causing his extreme pain as I came all over his face. He was such a good little bitch. I think I’ll keep him for a while. 

Kidnapping phone sex with Makayla

Kidnapping phone sex

I was on a beach, enjoying the sun when it got too close. I started burning, really feeling the burning feeling on my skin. Then it got worse and my eye opened. I must have fallen asleep while he was taking a break from brutally fucking my tight teen pussy and forcing his hard cock in and out of my asshole. I have been here for days, no weeks, no minutes. Non-stop torture against my body. The cutting, biting, fucking and the beatings. I can see my blood dripping down the walls. I can hear it dripping off this table. The burning was so intense it woke me up from death. He had a red hot poker in a his hand. I could see the orange glow of the tip of the poker. He came at me again. Stabbing the red hot poker into my thigh meat. Burning me, making me scream, making his cock hard all over again.

You Made Me Sizzle

 

Fantasy phone sex

I can’t believe I made it out alive after what happened to me most recently. I don’t think I’ll answer another ad on craigslist again no matter how much I wanted my rape fantasy to be fulfilled by the perfect stranger. All I had to do was leave my front door unlocked and he handled the rest like an expert. I remember thinking, as he forced his cock into me roughly that he had already done this before to another victim. After he was through using his fuckstick on me, he noticed my curling iron sitting close by on my dresser and a sadistic smile spread across his lips. He decided to take things to another level of pain and torment. He turned on my curling wand and proceeded to forcefully stab me in the pussy with it while it got hotter and hotter. I felt it burning my flesh and I could hear my own pussy juices sizzling against the wand shaft. He chuckled with excitement as my pussy lips began to shrivel and fry against the heated metal. His cock stayed hard the entire time while he heard my intoxicating mixture of screams and moans. I was helplessly his perfect victim.

Knife Play Phone Sex Gets HOT!

knife play phone sexMaster visited me again the other day. He tied me up hanging from the ceiling, and he rammed his cock inside of me. He told me that he loves how I behave for him, and proceeded to fuck the ever-living shit out of me. He plowed my pussy hard, and while he did, he took his knife and drew slashes across various parts of my skin, even cutting off one of my nipples. I could feel him getting more and more turned on with every slash. He was working me over hard and fast this time, and I was enjoying it. I felt him getting close just as he pulled a saw out of a drawer next to us. He sawed into my thigh a couple of times, and my screams pushed him over the edge. He came hard, slamming deep up into me, grabbing me with all his strength, and gushing his baby-making juice deep inside me as he clung to me. I’d have held him back, but it was so lovely just being there, in that moment.

Torture Phone Sex Gets Real

torture phone sexTorture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things.  He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess  this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.