Category: Mutilation phone sex

Dreaming of Snuff porn

Snuff porn

I started watching Snuff porn after catching my daddy watching it. Listening to their screams and the pain on their faces made my tiny pussy wet. My first fantasy came from a very bloody one I watched one night after daddy got so drunk he finally passed out. I watched everything I could. I was scared but being scared turns me on. My pussy was so juicy and swollen I had to touch myself. I fucked my pussy with the biggest curling iron I had for hours. I love being filled up and I fell asleep with it inside of me. Suddenly a warm feeling woke me up, my pussy was on fire. There in the darkness someone was watching me. Drinking and smoking in the corner. I couldn’t see anything but the cherry of the cigar he was smoking. I could hear the ice in his glass clink to the side every time he took a drink. He was watching me burn. He must have tied me up, plugged in the curling iron and turned it all the way up. It was slow enough to feel the light warming sensation go to beyond intense to torture. It only took 2 minutes to go from cold to fire hot, but it felt like hours of torture. Next thing I know my alarm clock was going off and I was laying in a puddle of my own pussy juices, piss and shit. 

Castration Phone Sex Fever

castration phone sexCastration phone sex follows full moon fever. Men want my junk removal services in far higher numbers after a full moon. There is something about a lunar eclipse that makes people crazy. The term lunatic is centuries old and was coined after people started exhibiting crazy behavior following the lunar cycles. I don’t know if I believe the moon makes people crazy. I think it is just an excuse to act on your darker desires. You can later say, “the moon made me do it.” But, following every full moon, I see an increase in junk removal calls and personal requests to castrate men who know I will do it for them. So last full moon was Aug 18. The very next day, I was flooded with not only castration calls, but 23 personal requests for  junk removal. That was a record in one day. Did I do it you ask? Hell yes. Not only does it make my cunt wet to cut off some loser’s testicles, but I make them pay for the honor of my time. I’m doing all the work. I’m taking all the risk because the stupid law says a man cannot consent to castration. It is viewed as mutilation to the body and no one can legally consent to that. I know. Stupid laws.

snuff porn There are plenty of wise men who know they don’t deserve balls; they are just total chicken shits and can’t do it themselves. I have a castration chair and all the tools necessary to take your balls and prevent you from bleeding out. Most of the time, I prevent you from bleeding out. But one of my 23 full moon fever guys may have not survived. Consider this a warning. If you pay me to take your junk, there is no wiggle room to back out. If you are strapped to the chair already, you are losing your nuts.  And, don’t say you are going to turn me into the cops. Well don’t say it unless you want to lose your junk and star in a snuff porn too. So who needs junk removal today?

The Artist and The Young voice phone sex slut.

Young voice phone sex

Have you ever had a Young voice phone sex slut that will make you do anything? Ever wanted someone to take charge and make you worship her body? My Young voice phone sex will make you do anything I tell you. It’s like being lost in a spell. Well it might be a spell, you never know with me. I had a caller who did every little thing I told him to do and his screams made my pussy dripping wet. We will call this caller Joe. Joe called me think he could make me his bitch. Obviously he can not fucking read. No one and I mean No one can break me. My Young voice phone sex call had him begging for mercy before I hung up on him just so he can suffer. Joe was a painter, he loved to paint evil painting. Lots of blood and torture in his paintings. I made him lube up his dick and tease his cock with the brush of the paint brush. I told him I wanted him to paint me my own special picture but using only his cock. He was going to dip his little dick in paint and slap it around on the canvas. But my young voice instructed him step by step on sliding the tip of his paint brush into his tiny pathetic cock. Listening to his moans and painful cry’s as he shoved the thick wooden paint brush handle into his dick hole. I made him rub his cock until he cam.. But nothing could come out because his dick hole was plugged up. I continued to force him to rub his cock over and over building up his cum loads inside of his cock. The pressure was building up behind that paint brush. It ripped the head of his cock in half… Then I made him paint me a picture using real blood.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies with an Extreme Pain Slut

taboo phone sexWhat are you taboo phone sex fantasies? I have all kinds, but my favorite involve torture. I am a pain slut. It all started when I was very young. Daddy did very bad things to my ass. According to my therapist, I cut myself as a way to feel in control over a life that was out of control. It was a bunch of psycho babble. The truth was I was a pain whore. I would use daddy’s razor blades to cut my flesh, then use my own blood as lube to play with my pussy. I wasn’t traumatized by daddy using my bottom like I was an ass rape porn star. I realized I loved pain. I also discovered I had a morbid curiosity for blood. Flash forward two decades and I am a submissive whore who loves to be hurt. I need men who aren’t afraid to leave a mark on me. Knives, razor blades, nails, hammers, pliers, hat pins… Sharp and blunt objects that can cause deadly trauma are my favorite for you to use on me. I am well beyond the ropes and chains phase of my life. I have built up a high tolerance for pain over the years. What kind of damage can you do to me? Are you man enough to do it?

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Where are My Hungry Cannibalism Phone Sex Men?

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are all I have. How about you? I don’t fantasize about the shit that makes a Nicholas Sparks novel or movie. I dream of the stuff that would make Eli Roth gag. I recently saw his latest movie, “Green Inferno.” It is based on a movie called “Cannibal Holocaust.” The premise is a plane filled with do gooder college boys and girls goes down in the rain forest somewhere. The naive group encounters some indigenous folks who want to have them for dinner. Literally have them for dinner. I got really excited at the cannibal scenes. The idea of eating human flesh turns me on. It is extremely taboo, but it is also very wicked. Who hasn’t thought about having some ex for dinner? No better way to dispose of a body than to consume it from head to toe. “Green Inferno” showed the fat guy getting eaten first. Of course they were feeding a village. The perfect dinner for me would be a tender young thing with some meat on her bones. Not too fat not too skinny. Just right. She would be natural. No bleached blondes with fake tits and tattoos and piercings. In this movie, dinner came to them. I like to hunt for the perfect meal. The best meals are planned. You want the perfect main course, so you take the time to find it. And, you take the time to prepare it to your liking also. In this movie, it was clear dinner was served to feed the masses and get rid of the enemy. I just have a special friend or two to serve. Colleges are back in session which means tons of new college freshman with their extra 10 pounds and inability to hold their alcohol. That is my kind of dinner. So who has dark fantasies, patience and a voracious appetite?

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Snuff Porn: Just Another Dead Dumb Whore

snuff pornSnuff porn mommy Blair is my name in the underground circuit. I am known for being an addicted mommy desperate for money that I will do all sorts of vile things for my next fix. Last week, I got a call from a director I have done some work with previously. He does extremely gross porn. Vomit, piss, shit, blood play movies. I don’t enjoy those sorts of movies, but the pay is good. Beggars cannot be choosers. He had a friend making a snuff torture film who was looking for a red headed MILF for the lead. He asked if I would be interested. Of course. Money is money. Snuff movies are not real. They just use a lot of gore to make them look real. I showed up to the casting call and was hired based on the recommendation of Lee and my looks alone. Never tested a scene, never even screamed once. Filming started immediately. My costume was a dog collar, a leather bra and panties and a leash.  I was locked in a dungeon.  It was dark and damp. Smelled awful, like death. I was crawling around when I slipped in something. It felt and smelled like blood. Lee wouldn’t send me to a real snuff filmmaker, would he, I wondered. I tried not to panic, then I felt bodies. Bodies clearly dead, but recently as they were warm still. Female bodies too. Bugs were in the cell. I could feel them crawling on my skin. I was in full panic mode now. This shit was real. I didn’t sign up to be really killed. I started screaming for the director to let me out. I was released. It gave me a false sense of security. When I saw myself in the light, I was mortified. I was covered in blood, bugs and guts. I puked on the floor. I felt  a jolt to the back of my head that pushed me into my own vomit. I heard the chainsaw noise, then everything went dark as I heard someone yell, “get ready for another dead dumb whore.”

I am a stupid whore.

Evil phone sex

As I lay here covered in my own blood, Piss and shit.. I keep thinking to myself “you are such a worthless fucking stupid whore. You knew it was a set up. You knew something was weird. She isn’t one of you.. Or is she?” It started out at school It was my first week back and there she was. She looked just like me. Tall skinny and blonde. But She was popular. Everyone loves her and wanted to be her. So When she became friends with me I was skeptical. Friday she asked me to spend the night at her house. She said she wanted to help me feel better about myself. She said she wanted a friend who wasn’t all about being in the “In Crowd” I thought she wanted to be my friend.

Torture phone sex

I really did but that goes to show how fucking stupid I am. She brought me to hell. This has been the longest 24 hours of my life and all I can think to do is beg for a mercy kill. She brought me home for her daddy. He wanted his daughter’s tight wet pussy, but he knew he would destroy her, so he made her become my friend. My pussy is bleeding, my asshole is ripped open. I think I have one giant hole now. She is sitting there laughing at me covered in my blood. I should have known what she wanted with me.

Snuff Porn is Real

snuff porn Snuff porn is 99.9% fake. At least what is on the Internet is fake. But, every now and again one makes it on the Internet and people assume it is a really good fake snuff film, but it’s not. I saw one recently I knew was real. My companion for the night asked me how I knew it was not fake. I knew because I was there. About three years ago I woke up chained in a basement. I had clearly been force fucked for hrs, maybe even days. The last I had remembered, I was having drinks with a guy I met online. That man drugged me and sold me to a guy for $1,ooo. A mere grand was all my life was worth. I was not the only woman in that dungeon. This was clearly a Hostel type situation. Women were kidnapped, drugged and sold to the highest bidder to do whatever the fuck they wanted to them. I thought I had been sold simply for gangbang rape porn. That was just foreplay to them.

gangbang rape pornAs I was bound in shackles, I was forced to watch them mutilate a young girl. She didn’t look like a street girl, runaway or even a junkie. This was some family’s pride and joy. The more I focused on her face, the more I realized who she was through the bruises and swelling. She was a high profile missing girl from an affluent family. I knew they would never see their baby girl again. I watched as some masochistic asshole put her on an old time rack. I didn’t know they existed. Her tiny teen body was torn in half. I watched mortified, fearing that was my fate next. I wanted to vomit as I watched her body twitch. She did not die instantly. Her brain took awhile to catch up to her body. I watched as blood and sinew poured from her body. I counted in my brain how long it took her to die.  240 seconds. Approximately 4 agonizing minutes to die. As I watched the snuff film with my companion, I told him how many seconds it would take her to die.

How did I survive he asked? I was never meant to die. Only to bear witness to the fact that snuff movies are real.

Torture by Smores

snuff phone sex It was just a night out in the woods with a potential snuff phone sex lover. He had brought along some good drugs and I was beyond fucked up. The fire was crackling and the sparkles made me giddy. My pussy felt like those sparkles and I was so burning hot. He brought out some marshmallows and the makings for some smores. Little did I know those objects could be used for snuff phone sex fun. I stripped out my clothes , hoping he would take the bait. He grinned as he toasted a marshmallow and brought it to me. I stuck out my tongue only to have him drop the flaming mass right on my titty.  I screamed with pain as he dipped his tongue into the creamy blackened treat. I could feel the blisters beginning to form as he set another one on fire. This time he ordered me to my knees. I could feel the heat coming off the fork as he shoved it into my pussy, cramming the flamed out marshmallow deep inside. No one could hear my screams as he fucked me with that weenie roaster fork, squirting blood all over my thighs. My last thought was of snuff phone sex as he rammed the fork though my throat as he shot his load all over.

Violent phone sex – I’ll be your victim

Violent phone sex

It was dark and raining, I could smell the blood coming from my wounds. My skin tingled and my breath was fast. I knew he was coming for me and I tried to run, but had difficulty with my hands tied behind my back.
I decided to hide as opposed to running. I found a spot amongst some shrubbery and was hidden pretty good. Only a few moments went by before he came along, knife in hand, looking for me, his victim. He chuckled this sinister chuckle that made my blood turn cold. He said, “I can smell your cunt, bitch.” It didn’t take him long to find me cowering in the shrubs still tied and gagged.
He yanked me out of the shrubbery by the hair, skinning my knees and ass along the way as he dragged me back to his dungeon. He suspended me from the ceiling and ran his blade across my throat and I could feel the warm blood begin to trickle out. “I want you to die slowly, and I want you and I to be cumming when you take your last breath, you worthless piece of shit.” He began to ram me with his cock, swinging me back and forth from where I was suspended, I could see the blood spraying now. He touched my clit with an electric current and I screamed while he fucked me and I could feel the orgasm start to well up within me. He was grunting, making this primal sound and I let the feeling overtake me.