Category: Mutilation phone sex

Not Even Bondage Phone Sex Feels Safe for Me Anymore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sessions leave me tied up and vulnerable. Although I realize it seems like a big gamble to agree to a bondage photo shoot or movie with any of these unsavory people I work with, I just think about the coke or the money to buy coke. And common sense goes out the door. Believe it or not I do possess some common sense when sober.

But I’m rarely sober. And any person fucked up makes poor judgment calls. I’ve worked with Jeremy before. Although he treats his models roughly, he pays them well too. He’s a legitimate porn producer. However, what he makes is strictly for the dark web and private collectors. So, it can still be a gamble.

We agreed to $1000 for two hours of work. That’s like what high end escorts make. And I didn’t even need to fuck anybody. So, he tied up tightly. Lots of rope. He tied me to a St. Johns board so I could not escape. And I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. At first, he just took photos of me in pain and trying to escape my restraints. Then he called in an accomplice, and this turned into a torture sex session.

Even BDSM Shoots Live Me Battered and Barely Alive

His accomplice showed up in one of those all-leather black executioner outfits with the mask and everything. And he brought a variety of whips with him. He started whipping me, and I could feel my flesh stinging and welts appearing almost instantly. Because of his strength, he managed to whip me so hard in a few areas he drew blood. So, I did my best to imagine myself on a beach, doing lines of cocaine and drinking piña coladas.

What lasted two hours felt like an eternity. Not a single ounce of my flesh looked like its normal color. In fact, my entire body looked like I suffered third degree sunburn. Blisters started to form quickly. My skin looked bright red like a lobster’s body. And I could barely walk.

That director kicked it up a notch this time. And he gave me no warning. But he did pay me. And I immediately went to collect my coke. This taboo phone sex whore lives to snort coke another day. But I know I’m running out of my nine lives quickly.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Is So Daring and Actually Happened

The thrill of a home invasion phone sex intrusion always starts with that first creak of the door. And it’s a sound that makes my pulse race and my pussy clench in anticipation.
Consequently, I freeze, letting the fear wash over me. And I hear heavy footsteps echo through the hallway.
Then, the mask slips open, revealing hungry eyes that lock onto mine. Now, I know exactly what’s coming.
Soon enough, rough hands shove me onto the bed. Then they tear my clothes away. And their cocks spring free instantly. So thick and ready.
Before I can catch my breath, one rams into my ass. Thus he stretches’ me wide with a brutal thrust. Therefore, I gasp and moan almost simultaneously.
Meanwhile, another forces his shaft into my mouth. And is gagging me as they take turns pounding my holes relentlessly.
Eventually, the pain melts into a raw, blinding pleasure. Primarily as they fuck me harder. Then these men take me deeper, until I feel something tear inside.
In the end, the final thrust drives so deep it ruptures my inner walls. And blood spills onto the sheets as they pull out.
Thus leaving me a broken, used-up mess on the bed. The camera captures every convulsion. And every last twitch of my destroyed ass.
So, a perfect snuff scene that satisfies my darkest cravings has been made.
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Leaving My Mark With Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexI ordered more knives today for my knife play phone sex calls. I go through them quite a bit as I have a carving fetish leaving my signature mark in men and women and little brats after I use them for my pleasure.  There is something that makes my cunt start watering seeing that sharp knife pierce the skin opening up that flesh.  Watching the flesh open up is kind of like a cunt opening up from a slit and seeing that pinkness in the pussy start popping up.

The flesh is the same. I love the flesh of humans and the warmth in the blood makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. When you pierce the skin more like a dagger, you will see the blood squirting out all over like a cunt squirts when a cock has been penetrating that fuck hole over and over. Brutally slamming it in and out at a pace that seems to be like a race for time.  Only this is just an owner of the cock taking out every single frustration felt in that time through his hard penis slamming into the deep dark hole that is the woman’s cunt.  Yes the blood squirts like the womanly juices produced from a nice ol’ fashion fucking.

My thing is I like carvnig my signature X on their bodies with a Heart and a D. I leave my mark when they encounter me. Sometimes I’m carving on a cunt, some of my favorite works of art are on a woman’s cunt. I like to drug them up so they are passed out and then I can really get those carvings deep.

I’ll carve on the cocks and balls of guys I fuck too.  Sometimes even an ass. When I run out of time, I skip the genitals all together and have been known to do it right on a face, I could really give a fuck! It just makes my cunt explode seeing the mutilation phone sex i create from my sick evl twisted mind!

Castration Phone Sex Gives Me the Right to Revoke Your Man Card

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty for a reason. I am firm believer that your dick is a privilege not an entitlement. And since I do not think that men are entitled to dicks, I take them at my discretion. I castrate men for a variety of reasons. But the number one reason is trying to force yourself on me or another Goth girl. But I also castrate men with tiny dicks and big dick energy. I castrate men for being serial losers too. Honestly, you could look at me funny and I’ll take your balls.

Neutering men is what I do best. I’m not exactly pro woman. In fact, I hate most people. But I feel a certain need to protect women who cannot protect themselves. When I say I’m always carrying, I mean I’m always packing at least four or five knives strapped to my body for emergencies. You just never know anymore. Men spout off this your body, my choice, bullshit more, and I need to be prepared for the incel douchebags.

Sometimes those knives come in handy when I meet a complete loser who needs to be neutered. Without my knives, I could not effectively accomplish that procedure. Lou thought he was a smooth operator. But I saw him coming a mile away. He’s the kind of guy I love the most. So, cock and ball torture sex comes easily when I meet men like him. Self-entitled, rich douche bags with tiny dicks, who drug women, get free castration sex from me every time.

It Does Not Take Much for Me to Revoke Your Man Card

I watched Lou slip something into this Goth girl’s drink when she went to the restroom. So, I walked over to where he sat and accidentally on purpose tripped in front of him so I could slip something into his drink. Something I knew might be more potent than whatever he gave her. I apologized profusely for being accident prone and went back to the bar to drink my vermouth.

The drugs kicked in about an hour later. I got the bartender to help the young Goth girl. And I took care of the predator. I think the drugs worked so well that he didn’t even realize I was not the girl whose drink he drugged. Got him into my car and drove him to my place so I could remove his balls. I decided to go through his phone. Some little voice inside of me told me too. I found hundreds of pictures of passed out women naked that he came all over. The douche bag filmed himself with these women.

For a moment I thought about sending these pictures to the police, but then I decided not only to take his balls, but to take his life too. The only way for justice to prevail is to kill the serial predators. He woke up, strapped to my surgical table. I had a wood plank holding his dick up. My plan required him to be wide awake so he could both see and feel me take a hammer to the head of his dick.

I Have Castrated Men for Myriad Reasons

This guy didn’t deserve a clean surgical castration. Perhaps you could say in that moment I felt like a vigilante. I told him how we met, what I saw him do, and what his telephone revealed to me. Then I smashed the head of that cock so hard it spit out blood. His blood curdling screams aroused me. So, I pulverized his dick with a hammer. It flattened like a pancake. I took that hammer to his balls and busted each testicle. Although he kept passing out, I woke him back up. He needed to feel this.

Once I destroyed his cock in his balls, I slit his throat. I knew he could not live once I saw what he keeps on his phone. But I wanted him to feel immense pain before I killed him. Men having an unhealthy obsession with their dick and balls.

So, I wanted him to know he would never fuck again before I killed him. I wanted him to think that there might be a chance he would live and not become a snuff porn star. Most killers don’t go through the trouble of inflicting that level of pain before they murder their target. They just kill. I see no fun in that. But then I’m a different breed of killer.

Evil Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever For a Daring Time

Evil phone sex is the ultimate sacrifice. And I exist as a vessel of pure malice. As a Satanic evil witch whose every breath serves the dark will of the Abyss.
So some seek to become enlightened. However, I find my true purpose in the exquisite symphony of agony.
Consequently, my favorite pastime is the meticulous torture and mutilation. Thus, it’s those unfortunate enough to wander into my sanctum that earn it.
Now, I don’t merely kill; I dismantle the human spirit. And piece by piece, to ensure the offering is sufficiently seasoned with terror.
Furthermore, the process of sacrifice is a sacred ritual. And this ritual requires absolute precision. After all, every bit of one’s being is used to feed a demon and spirit.
First, I start by peeling back layers of skin with a rusted blade. Therefore, I savor the way the flesh parts. Ultimately, I reveal the raw, pulsing muscle beneath the flesh.
Accordingly, I carve occult sigils into their chests to bind them to their duty in the spell. So, ensuring that every scream echoes in the glory of Satan.
As the blood pools around my feet, I feel a surge of necrotic power coursing through my veins. Ultimately, there is no greater ecstasy than watching the light fade from a victim’s eyes. As I offer their mangled remains to the Prince of Darkness.
Therefore,  I secure my place as his most devoted and sadistic servant.
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Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Can Make You My Target Instead of My Accomplice

killer phone sexIt never ceases to amaze me how many men and women have killer phone sex fantasies. The problem is not everybody reads bios or blogs. And others are just dip shits who think that because they paid for a service, they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. Repeat with me. Venus is not your submissive fuck doll. I don’t possess a submissive bone in my body. Plus, I enjoy being cruel, especially cruel to assholes and dip shits.

When Oscar called me, he simply needed an accomplice. He wanted to work out some of his sexual frustration for his cock teasing neighbor girl who likes to jump on the trampoline in a little bikini during the summer. Seems innocent enough right. But in a skimpy little bikini, things slip and expose jailbait parts to perverted neighbors. Men cannot be expected to be behave under such circumstances. So, they call women like me for violent fantasy phone sex.

No harm in roleplaying your violent fantasies. As of now, nobody regulates our mind and our fantasies remain just that, fantasies. And folks never get arrested for a fantasy. But Oscar turned out to be a dip shit. He thought since he didn’t get to fuck the little girl next-door, he could fuck me. But I’m so dominant that I don’t even let losers phone fuck me.  Oscar did not realize he lived near me. Honestly, I’ve never talked to somebody in my city. Let alone somebody literally only six blocks away.

Be Careful Men, I Come for My Callers Too

So, Oscar got a surprise. He woke up from the dead of sleep to see the woman he called hours earlier, straddling his body holding a knife to his throat. He rubbed his eyes like this might be some bad dream. And I told him this is no dream. I came to exact revenge. And I told him this could have been prevented. In the moment I wanted to slit his throat. But I decided castration phone sex might be a better reminder that his actions come with consequences.

He told me on the phone, that if I didn’t let him force fuck me, he would demand a refund. Nobody blackmails me. And nobody tries to force fuck me either. Not my fault some of you are too stupid to remember how to breathe. But for Oscar, he got a lot more bang for his buck because I took his balls. I removed them with a very sharp knife. He bled everywhere. And I plopped them into a jar of formaldehyde with his name and offense against me on the label. My collection of severed testicles seems vast. But I have been collecting balls for decades.

Now I doubt I likely will never do a call with somebody who lives that close to me again. I’m still amazed that it happened. I’ve certainly thought about it with other callers many times before, but the distance prevented me from doing it. Perhaps some people, including law-enforcement, might find my measures extreme. However, men like that only escalate. Someone needs to neuter them before the bodies rack up. So why not me?

Suffocation Phone Sex Makes For The Best Fantasy

This night starts with a kidnapping. And I am taken by Suffocation Phone Sex fiends. Now,find myself bound and naked. Thus, on the cold concrete floor.
And I am sprawled out because the men want easy access to every hole. But that changes quickly. And I am forced on my hands and knees.
Next, they wrap a thick leather belt around my throat and pull it tight. Until my vision blurs. Thus I am partially unconscious.
Then one shoves his fat cock straight down my throat. So I am struggling and gagging while unable to breathe. But next another slams into my dripping pussy from behind. And he is controlling the belt’s tightness.
After that, the belt tightens again. And it cuts off my air completely. So my body convulses around their shafts. But there’s still a hole untouched.

Suffocation Phone Sex is a Merciless Way to Take My Holes

Consequently, my asshole gets what it deserves. As if on cue, a third man forces his way inside my butt. And he pounds my shitter without mercy.
Then the belt loosens just enough for a desperate gasp. But only for a moment. Before they yank it tight once more.
After that, my lungs burn. And they rotate between my mouth, cunt, and ass without pause. And without mercy. But I don’t need mercy. I only need to be destroyed.
Consequently, spit and cum drip down my chin. As they use me like a set of warm fuck holes. And that is all I am.
Then they flip me onto my back. And pin my legs open so and they choke me harder. All while double-penetrating my holes.
As this continues, my vision begins to go black. And for several seconds I teeter on my end. With each yank, the belt cinches tighter.
Finally, they finish by flooding my insides with hot loads. All while the belt stays tight. Until I go limp beneath them.
Suffocation Phone Sex

My Family Does Not Know I am a Dirty Snuff Porn Star

snuff pornMy husband and my offspring seem clueless about the snuff porn I’ve made. Of course, they don’t navigate the dark net. And they don’t travel in the seedy underworld of snuff like I do. I discovered years ago that the darker more violent shit paid more. I can make less porn but make more money. However, my body does take a beating. And I’m running out of excuses to explain away my bruises and broken bones.

My husband thinks I’m accident prone. So much so that he calls me crash as a nickname. However, my boys don’t know what to think of it. They know their mommy needs her medicine and fucks for it. I think they might realize I do a lot more than just fuck for my coke money. I make brutal ass rape porn videos. Anal sex doesn’t faze me. Although my husband doesn’t like to fuck me in the ass, our sons do and so do some of their friends do too.

Hardcore anal sex videos make a lot more money than the vanilla shit. Most men don’t struggle to find pussy. They struggle to find ass. And that’s why I make anal videos. Over the weekend my ass took a brutal beating too. This director known for violent anal porn wanted me for a video. I looked at my coke supply, which seemed low, and said anything for him.

Soccer Mom By Day, Extreme Anal Porn Star By Night

That turned out to be a mistake. I gave him carte blanche to abuse my ass. Some of the biggest men I’ve ever seen both in height and cock size surrounded me. All black. He looked like he hired a basketball team to fuck me in the ass. Anal gang bangs make the director a lot of money. But according to him, most women can’t handle even one cock in their ass let alone a small basketball team with forearms for cocks.

I snorted a few lines, and then I spread my ass cheeks like I was begging for an anal gangbang rape porn. Those cocks slammed in and out of my ass one at a time. Towards the end of the video, the director wanted them to kick it up a notch. So that meant my ass got two big black cocks at once. Now that I really felt. Ouch. I could feel my ass coming out when they pulled their dicks out. At least they didn’t punch me. However, they did slap me and choke me a few times while they came in my ass.

After everybody came in my ass, the director told me my part of the movie had not finished yet. He instructed me to squat down and shit out all that cum. He didn’t yell cut until I licked off every bit of cum from the concrete floor. But I never mind cleaning up my mess. I just act like I do for the directors. Afterwards, I collected my money, bought some coke and went home to take care of my boys. With mommy’s medicine, I can be an anal gangbang star one moment and drive boys to soccer games with jizz running down my thighs.

Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Blasphemy Phone Sex is The Greatest Way to Summon Satan

The darkest path to Satan’s throne runs straight through blasphemy phone sex. In these blissful moments of summoning Satan and causing complete demise to you, my victim and sacrifice. In fact, this is my greatest pleasure.
Consequently, I kneel before my inverted cross every night. And rubbing my wet pussy while I desecrate every holy word I was ever taught. For I am the dark goddess of perversity, and I will destroy Christ with the very sin of Lust.
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Furthermore, the more I moan profanities spoken in tongues of dark evil phone sex blackness, further in the depths of Hell thou shalt fall. Now surrender to my darkness and walk through the valley of death to the altar of sin.
The stronger His presence grows inside my trembling gothic whore body. Therefore, I cum harder knowing each orgasm feeds the dark lord’s hunger. And this is my power. It’s the power of my demonic cunt that will drain your seed.
Moreover, I light black candles around my altar and slide crucifixes inside my dripping cunt. All while strangers listen to me scream filthy prayers backward.
“nemA earatson sitrom aroh ni te cnun subirotaccep sibon orp aro ieD retaM airaM atcnaS suseI iut sitnev sutcurf sutcideneb te subireilum ni ut atcideneB mucet sunimoD anelp aitarg airaM evA”
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Additionally, I beg Satan to fill me with His infernal seed as I claw at my pale breasts. Thus leaving bloody trails across my flesh.
Meanwhile, my callers stroke their hard cocks to my sacrilegious moans. And I love knowing they’re sinning right alongside me.
Furthermore, when the final climax hits, I feel Him. So, I feel Satan’s burning cock splitting me open from the inside.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Is My Dark Communion

Consequently, my eyes roll back as I choke on His name. Ultimately, blasphemy phone sex isn’t just pleasure. It’s my dark communion, and I’m His Gothic Phone Sex whore forever.
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