Category: Mutilation phone sex

Never Enough Time for all the Snuff Phone Sex Folks Deserve

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I could do all day long. Fuck. I can do it in my sleep. My mind gets full of vengeful thoughts and plots to rid the world of useless folks. And let me tell you there are some many useless folks in this world. Think about it. If we could kill off the annoying fucks, tiny dick losers, stupid politicians, whiney spoiled brats, and dipshits in this world, wouldn’t that be the only way to make America great again, LOL?

My tolerance for people appears less and less each year. I get older and just do not have the same threshold for stupidity I once had. Although, my tolerance for stupid fucks never seemed high, LOL. When I went to the grocery store, some yuppie looking white guy in a Rolex thought he could cut through a line of folks waiting patiently to check out. He thought he was special because he was white, male and rich. Nothing special to me. No man is.

I watched him be rude to everyone in line and the check out girl. So, I followed him. Of course he got into an Italian sports car. He screamed small dick energy. And that’s when I fantasized about giving him cock and ball torture sex. But my fantasies never stay fantasies for long. That self-entitled prick needed me to put him in his place. And I did.

I Enjoy Taking Away a Man’s Small Dick Energy

I followed him for a few days. Learned his habits and saw that he was more of a tool than I could have imagined. He was easy to capture. He likes to party. So, I lured him with coke. But I cut it with a little fentanyl. Not much. Just enough to paralyze his body so I could castrate him and ruin sex for him. Castration takes the wind out of a blowhard quickly. But I did not castrate him slowly. Where is the fun in that?

Nothing slow with me. Not when it comes to castration phone sex. I carved up his worthless junk slowly. Although I wanted to kill this tool because the world would be much better without him, I also wanted to neuter the prick. Turn him into shell of his former self.

Men hold too much value in their junk. And I am here to take the wind out of their sails. I deflated his balls first. Then I removed them. And not very neatly either. But the best part? I carved my name in his worthless limp cock. Now when he sees his even more worthless dick, he will always remember me. My guess though, more men will soon not forget me either. The world is full of tools and losers.

Torture Sex Serves as My Foreplay

torture sexSome people deserve torture sex. Usually, when I capture a victim, I do it one at a time. However, I made an exception last night for a couple. They tried to scam me. And I do not take kindly to people who think I am some stupid twit. Because I am not. They slammed on their brakes on a winding, wet road. Perhaps, I was following too closely, but I barely touched their car. No dents. No paint scrapes either. Nothing. However, the woman rolled out of the car like I crippled her.

She started yelling and screaming about suing me for everything I got. Good luck bitch, I said to myself. Because I knew neither her nor husband would survive to sue me. They fucked with the wrong sadistic phone sex bitch. We appeared to be in the middle nowhere. No one around for miles. Only cornfields on the side of the road. I acted like I was grabbing my insurance info for them, but I grabbed two needles full of sleeping medicine instead.

Never Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch

I shot the woman up first, and she collapsed. Then I dosed up her husband. Normally, I don’t kill on the spot, but the area screamed kill zone to me. I am stronger than I look. So, I dragged their bodies into the cornfield like I was a demonic possessed Malachai from Children of the Corn. Once their bodies appeared hidden by the corn fields, I drove their car into the fields hiding it. Then, I pulled my car over off the road and grabbed my kill bag.

Most folks have an emergency bag in their trunk, but I have a kill bag full of instruments of destruction. Since, I love knife play phone sex, I grabbed my biggest and sharpest knives. And even a sickle. They woke up from the drug but could not move their bodies. In the hot shot I gave them was a natural paralysis drug. They could see what I was doing and feel all the pain, but they could not move.

I Carved Up and Beheaded Two Scammers

I carved their bodies up like a deer I just slaughtered. They bled everywhere, which I always enjoy. When I cut off the husband’s cock, I stuffed it his wife’s mouth choking her. The crows circled us because they knew dinner was near. Eventually, I used the sickle to behead each of them. I put their heads on the scarecrow’s stake and let the crows peck at their severed bodies.

When I got back in my car, I looked like Carrie at the prom covered in blood. Luckily, I never passed another human. I got home, showered and basked in the glory that I took two hustlers off the street.

Knife Play Phone Sex Fantasy Dreams Of Rena

 Imagine this knife play phone sex fantasy of mineKnife play phone sex, I’m walking down a dark alley late at night when I spot a young couple strolling hand in hand. They look innocent enough, but that only makes them more appealing targets for me. As they approach, I step out from the shadows and force them into an abandoned warehouse nearby with the threat of a knife to their throats. Once inside, the man begs for mercy while his girlfriend whimpers in fear – it amuses me how easily people break under pressure like this.

I tie both of them up tightly using ropes and chains; their struggles are futile against my strength and expertise in restraint techniques learned during my time behind bars (smirks). Then comes the fun part – torturing each one separately before finally killing them off slowly over several days or even weeks if time permits (chuckles evilly). For starters, on camera naturally because nothing beats watching yourself enjoying another person’s pain later on…

First up is our brave boy who thinks he can protect his damsel-in-distress from harm. I start by cutting off his clothes piece by piece, reveling in the mix of humiliation and terror on his face as he’s exposed to me. Then comes the knife play – slicing into him here and there just enough to draw blood but not kill immediately; it heightens their senses while also making them more vulnerable for what comes next…

Next up is our scream queen who thinks she can escape this nightmare unscathed because “she’s a good person.” Oh how wrong she is! Her turn begins with some light bondage involving ropes around her wrists above her head so that when pulled taut they stretch out those delicate shoulders blades beautifully (smirks). As if that weren’t enough torment already,

I proceed to carve words onto various parts of her body using sharp objects like razor blades or box cutters – pain mixed with fear etched permanently onto perfect skin will be quite a sight once everything goes downhill from here

Women Harbor Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesWomen can have rape phone sex fantasies too. However, mine go extremely dark. Although I do harbor them for some women, mostly I think about force fucking some male predator’s ass. When this young Goth girl told me about a predator who put something in her drink to fuck her, I hatched a revenge plot right then. Hannah appeared to be young, in her early 20s. Perhaps this predator likes his victims younger. But in my experience, predators like this guy rarely have a type. It comes down to opportunity.

I decided to go Promising Young Woman on him.  Hannah gave me enough of a description of him to enable me to find him. He would stand out in any Goth or Steampunk bar in town. Since he got band from my Goth bar, I decided to go to another one. I bar hopped Friday, but I found him. And I sat at the bar alone pretending to be a drunk Goth girl. Although he did not immediately take the bait, he finally did.

And when he tried to spike my drink, I switched drinks on him. He would be my ass rape porn star. Not the other way around. Before long, I was the one escorting him out of the bar and to my nearby recently construction kill underground shelter. Even though this predator felt big and heavy, I got him down the stairs of my kill shelter. I just dragged him by his feet, making sure he hit his head on every step.

Sometimes I Kill for Pleasure and Other Times for Revenge

When he started to wake up, he found himself batter, bruised, a little bloody, naked and tied up. The drug still affected him. His speech sounded a tad slurred and disoriented. I read him a list of his crimes. This would not be some cautionary tale of not preying on women because he would not live to regret his crimes. This was about revenge. No one will know about his death but Hannah and me. She joined me for the fun.

I had two huge dildos with little shards of glass glued all over them. This is how I fuck a man, LOL. And of course, I never use lube. Never. I do not want it to feel good. It’s torture sex. All pain and no pleasure. Hannah and I took turns fucking his ass and mouth with those destructive dildos. We shredded his ass. And his throat too. He made a bloody mess of my new kill shelter too. The final throat fuck Hannah delivered killed him though. Cut right through his throat causing him to bleed out. She almost severed his head. But we did not know a more deserving loser.

The two of us carried his broken and bloody body back up the stairs and into the woods for the wild animals to destroy the evidence and DNA. No one preys on a Goth girl and gets away with it. Not on my watch.

Ass Rape Porn on Mother’s Day Says I Love You Mom

ass rape pornFor Mother’s Day, I made an ass rape porn with my son. He brought me premium coke, to ease the pain while he beat me beautiful for our fans. Honestly, I still have not healed from our last encounter. So, now, I am sporting a mix and match look. Old bruises with fresh ones. And my body and face look like a mixture of black, blue, and purple bruises, which only arouses my boy more.

Seems like the older I get, the more abuse I can take. My asshole has so many miles, I need a butt blog or a thong to help keep it on the inside of my ass, not the outside. But of course, as soon as I arrived for my mommy makeover, my son forced me to remove my teeth and my butt plug. My asshole is his cock sleeve. A pretty pink cock sleeve. As soon as my asshole popped out, I heard the chimes. My boy buried my face in his cocaine. Then immediately went into the torture sex. Lots of men at home with mommy issues on Mother’s Day.

Boys Need a Mommy for Their Rape Fantasies

Immediately, I became his punching bag. Thank goodness the coke helped dull the pain because he wanted to put bruises on top of bruises. In between punches, he pissed in my mouth and nose, forcing me to drink his urine. When I saw the zip ties, I panicked a bit, and snorted more coke. First, he zip tied my tits. Then he put one around my neck like a choke collar. And I struggled to breathe. When he put the one on my prolapsed butt, I heard the barrage of chimes. His viewing audience knew what would come next.

With my asshole unable to retreat, my boy shoved his fist up his momma’s prolapse. My asshole engulfed his fist and the tips poured in. What happened next is a bit of a blur. Perhaps the coke or the concussion or both muddied my recall of the night. But I know he started punching my face and kicking me in the ribs while he pinned my arms and legs to the floor. He would take turns smacking me with his cock and his hands. Luckily, he let me snort some coke from the huge bowl.

Use My Prolapsed Asshole Like Your Cock Sleeve

He beat me retarded. In the full nelson pose, with my prolapse out, he rammed my head into the sheetrock wall. I saw stars. My boy used his mom like a battering ram, a toilet and a cock sleeve. I felt dizzy and disoriented after a few thrusts into the sheetrock wall. My boy concussed his mother. And his viewing audience egged him on. At one point I was suspended in the air by the sheetrock. My son rammed me so hard into the wall, I went through it. Blood trickled down my face and I saw stars.

My zip tied boobs hung down over the hole my body put in the wall. While my prolapsed ass hung on the other side. Even though I saw stars and heard chimes, my son did not care. I am his cash cow, his fuck meat, his toilet. But he loves me. Why else keep me coked up so I do not feel the pain. He placed a plastic bag over my head and battered up with the steel bat to treat my prolapsed ass like a pinata.

Two days later, I feel the pain of my boy’s rape phone sex fantasies. My shit pipe dangles on the outside even more than before. I have new bruises on top of old bruises. Perhaps, I have a concussion too. But I got my coke and on Mother’s Day. My boy loves me.

Bloody Phone Sex Fun in My New Closer to Home Kill Shack

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex with me can get graphic. I love a great splatter. I built a new kill shack in the woods. Half the size of the old fishing cabin I inherited. Although that first kill shack has some storied it could tell, I need something a little closer to home for when I act impulsively.

I do not know if with age, I have lost some of my patience. Or perhaps, the world just over produces assholes now. I am not that old to be so cynical, but I have never been a people person as they say, LOL. But my new kill shack is 10 miles from home, built on private property. And not my property either. But someone I knew and killed. He had no one to leave anything too. And I have posed as him for the past 6 years paying the property tax with his money.  I set it up on quarterly automatic payments.

However, no one reported him missing because he was a recluse. A former mentor of sorts who crossed a line and paid for it with snuff sex. I built like an underground kill shack. Like a bomb shelter with cement floors and a drainpipe for easy clean up. Lots of wildlife nearby like the original kill shack to dispose of bodies.  Took me two years almost to build this underground kill and torture shed, but I debut it last night for Rick.

I Built a Knew Kill Shack So Watch Out

I only got his name from his wallet. Some tool ran me off the road because I passed him. He fucked with the wrong girl. I drugged him when he got out of the car to berate me for passing him in a passing zone. A little pixie dust blown in his face paralyzed him instantly. This magic dust keeps the head feeling and thinking. Just cannot move. I enjoyed dismembering him limb by limb. His eyes said it all. Told me the pain he felt.

I talked with him, let him know he fucked with the wrong bitch. Made sure he knew he would not survive the torture sex. The pain in his eyes gave me so much joy. I made a bloody mess. However, cleaning up was a breeze. I hosed off the blood splatter and some of his insides. But his limbs I carried up in a garbage bag and fed to the wildlife. Oh, I am going to enjoy my closer to home kill shack.

Snuff Phone Sex or No Sex with Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex means you die, or I help you kill someone else. Nothing else. I am a dominant bitch and a sadistic one too. Even though I am clear about who I am and what I do, some loser with a death wish challenges me every time.

My latest victim Paul thought he could pay me to kill a bitchy coworker who tossed him under the bus. But once we met, he thought he could fuck me and kill his bitchy coworker. Not on my watch. We never got to Cheryl’s house because I killed him in my living room.

He forced me to break a few of my rules. And that pissed me off. So, I had to make his death gruesome. Brutal and bloody too. What a fucking tool. The moment he walked into my place he told me we should just fuck instead. And I laughed at him. Uncontrollable laughter. However, my laughter angered him.

Poor loser. He charged me like he meant to tackle me, but I pulled a knife out from between my boobs. I am always prepared.He fell on my knife. Charged me and got stabbed in the gut. What a mess he made. Bled everywhere. I mean this would be hard to clean up.

Usually, I make my snuff movies at my kill shack in the woods. Hose off the blood, toss down some bleach and I can get rid of the death smell and evidence. But I was in my house not my kill shack. But I still gutted him. His blood and intestines spilled out onto my shag carpet. That carpet really went with the room. So that pissed me off.

You Are My Victim or My Accomplice, Nothing Else

I did not mean to kill him so quickly. Or even kill him in my place. But he charged me. Self-defense. However, I could not call the cops. I did not panic. I dragged his body into my kitchen and carved him up. Took off his dick and balls for my collection. I guess you could say they are my trophies.

Then I carved his body up like a side of beef. Knife play is my specialty. Tedious work though. Gave my body a workout. But I chopped him up and put his various body parts in coolers. Loaded him up in my car and fed him to the wildlife piece by piece out by my kill shack in the woods.

The animals looked happy for fresh meat. When I got home, I spent hours cleaning up the crime scene. But it was not a good snuff sex kill. It happened quickly and unexpectedly. No prolonged agony. So, now I am looking for a more fulfilling kill. Would that be you?

 

Strangleholdthreshold: A Choking Game Paradise

Strangulation phone sex

 

For the daring and the bold, I present a thrilling tale of a peculiar fetish—strangulation phone sex. Prepare to blush and breathe deeply as we venture into this kinky realm…

Oh, my, what a kinky thought—a beautiful throat adorned with strong hands, applying just the right amount of pressure. A delicious fantasy indeed!

But tonight, we shall make it a reality. I have a plethora of ideas—a veritable arsenal of strangulation methods at our disposal. Electrical cords, robust ropes, or everyday belts—each offering a unique sensation, leaving their mark on my tender neck.

Imagine me, helpless on the bed, my hands bound above me. You, my mysterious strangler, have the upper hand—a delicious power trip. With each tool, I moan and Capitulate—an orchestra of ecstasy, each note carefully conducted.

The toaster cord, a sleek instrument, winds around my throat, the heat a welcome hug. The hairdryer, a powerful beast, offers a force to be reckoned with—my struggles futile, yet so arousing. And the belt—a personal favorite—snugly embraces my neck, your strong pull sending shivers down my spine.

Each method has its charms, leaving different patterns on my skin—a visible sign of our intimate battle. But the pleasure, ah, the pleasure is mine. I yearn for the tightness, the loss of breath, the sensation of being dominated by your strong hands.

My secret desire… a risky business, but oh so enticing!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Welcomed Here if You Play By My Rules

murder phone sex fantasiesIf you have murder phone sex fantasies you are in the right place. Well, you are in the right place if you want an accomplice. However, I will kill or castrate you if you attempt to make me your victim or your girlfriend. I am a sadistic woman. Not the typical woman you encounter on phone sex lines. I have zero interest in giving you the GFE experience. Nor do I have any interest in men attempting to tame or break me.

Yet no matter how clear I am that I am in charge and that I am not a GFE provider, men either try to snuff me or make me their girlfriend. So, either that want killed or castrated but are too weak to ask for it.  Or they are just plain stupid. But either way, I eat guys like that for breakfast and shit them out the next day. And this world seems full of self-entitled men who think they know what I need and want.

Men Need to Know Their Place with Me or Lose Their Cock and Balls

I need my space. And I want castration phone sex trophies. I can make America great again for women. How? Castration ensures two things that can truly improve America. One, castration ensures that a tool cannot procreate and make itty bitty tools. And it ensures that they will never try whatever bullshit they tried with me on another woman.

Perhaps, I am a bit of a collector and hunter too.  In my dungeon, I have a wall dedicated to jars of balls and dicks. And all impeccably labeled with the loser’s name, last known address and date of castration. Inside the jar, you will find the loser’s balls and perhaps cock too. Some men pissed me off so much, I took all their junk. However, cock and ball torture sex is a guarantee with me if you call me to be your accomplice and try to make me your victim or lover instead. Don’t say I did not warn you.

Snuff Sex Mommy Gets Gang Banged Anally in Her Living Room

snuff sexMen see a mommy whore and immediately think snuff sex. Perhaps they had cock teasing mommy whores. But I am no cock tease. I fuck my boys. Even my stepson. But our relationship seems to be a bit more tumultuous. His friends know me as Blair the Witch. Or even sometimes Blair the Bitch.

Although my stepson did not summon his stepmom mommy last night, one of his friends did. I ignored his texts for over an hour. Just did not feel in the mood to get used. I had a big bag of coke my dealer gave me. And he is gentle on me when we fuck. But my stepson destroys my holes. So, I assumed his friends would too. I kept ignoring Taye’s texts. However, he did not appreciate me ignoring him and showed up at my door. But he had friends with him.

Apparently, my stepson offered me up as a gangbang rape porn star to settle a debt. Never asked me. Nor did he give me a warning either. Taye pushed his way into my home and his friends grabbed me. Although I fought, I appeared outnumbered. And a few men restrained me since I acted hostile. His words not mine. I did not feel hostile. But I did feel scared as fuck. My boys slept in rooms not far away from where these men planned on gang banging me.

Men Gang Banged My Ass While My Sons Slept Not Far Away

My stepson gets into a lot of trouble. That’s why I am his cash cow. But I don’t want to be his cash cow forever. I buried my face in a pillow and put my ass in the air trying to muffle my screams. Sure, I did some lines but not enough to not feel the sting of 10 cocks going in my ass in rapid fire motion. My ass hurts more today than ever before. And more than an ass rape porn star too. But as much as I screamed, my boys never woke up. Neither did my husband.

So much cum left on the couch though. Not sure how to get 10 huge cum stains out of this couch. I put a blanket down and told my husband the dog got sick. Not sure if he believed me or not. But I hope he does not find out his first son sent 10 men over to fuck my ass last night to settle a drug score.