Category: Mutilation phone sex

Castration phone sex so you can suffer every moment

Castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a special treat for a girl like me. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting ass-fucked senseless by my hunky Master Daddy.

But sometimes even a masochistic whore like me needs a fresh pain pinata to beat.

Thankfully, my Master allows me to cherry-pick my own helpless soon-to-be-sex-slave-to-be. I thought long and hard about it, agonizing over which poor schmuck to brutalize next.

Finally, I settled on Finn, that whimpering twink who’s always complained about his tiny dick and begged Master to make him a girl. Oh, how I love cunty little boys!

I grabbed Finn and dragged him to my boudoir, where I wasted no time in forcing a slutty dress on him. In the mirror, he stared back at me with wide, teary eyes, all dolled up in makeup. He knew there was no going back.
Then, I strapped him down to the table. I pulled out all the tools, but my favorite was the big metal clamp. I got so excited when I squeezed it around his balls.

“You wanted to be a pretty girl, sweetheart? Well, I’m gonna make you one by gutting your junk!” I laughed maniacally right before I used all my body weight to squeeze the clamps down.

Within minutes, Finn’s balls were in a bloody cup, and I was busy suturing up his empty sack. The scent of blood filled the air, and it was so satisfying to show Finn they were finally gone.

I think he was making happy moans. I mean, who knows, he didn’t have any painkillers. And once they were gone, I had to take the rest of it. So I got the scalpel and got the shaft off too.

My surgery skills aren’t that great, so my Master took over and gave my Torture sex victim the tightest little pussy. Now Finn is Fiona, and pretty soon she will get the biggest set of tits!

Knife Play Phone Sex Turns Me On

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my go-to. Although I consider myself stronger than I look, I don’t think I could kill a man or a woman with my bare hands. And I don’t like to use guns because there’s no fun in a gun. You aim, you point, you shoot and they die. No torture. No lingering pain. And no real skill involved unless you shoot somebody from a long distance. So, a knife will always be my weapon of choice. And over the years I’ve become a knife hoarder. Seriously, my collection contains over 1000 now. And every knife tells a story.

I rarely go hunting on a Monday. But with the college crowd home, the bars seem full of stupidity on any given night. So, I decided to see if I could find some buddy deserving of torture sex with a knife. In the first bar I went to I found a plethora of stupid people. I met this girl. Likely about 20 with a fake ID and a huge attitude. Self-entitled little blonde twat. I’m sure many men find her desirable, but I found her annoying.

At first, she thought I worked there because of my black clothes. She handed me an empty bottle, snapped her fingers and told me to get her another one pronto. It was all I could do not to take that beer bottle and bash it against her head right there in the bar. But I stay off the cops radar with my patience and my brains. So, I showed some self-restraint. But I did drug her drink. And I did act like a concerned citizen wanting to get her home safely when she started stumbling.

Coeds Make Great Snuff Victims

The bar felt packed. Wall-to-wall people. And I scanned the room for security cameras, and anybody paying attention to us. I saw no cameras and everybody seemed so self-absorbed they never noticed me. So, I took her home and dissected her like a biology frog. Honestly, I never enjoyed cutting into a dead frog. It seemed unnecessarily cruel with no real learning value. I am never going to dissect a frog or need to name its internal organs. I’d rather dissect people.

I tied her spread eagle to my dungeon table, which is 2 metal slabs pushed together. She woke up with a spider gag in her mouth and fear in her eyes. She knew she was in trouble. But she didn’t realize I planned to kill her. I tortured her for hours though. I patiently skinned the flesh offer her tits. Interesting look. Almost looked like she got sunburn just on her tits. I poured rubbing alcohol on her tits, knowing that shit would hurt.

I Love to Torture Self-Absorbed Young Women

And I sliced her clit off too and fed it to her. If you cannot tell, I enjoy being an evil phone sex bitch. The self-entitled twat deserved it. Girls like her don’t change. They just get worse. Nobody checks them. They think they can do whatever they want and rules don’t apply to them. They use their looks and their bodies to get what they want and screw the rest of us. I’m not jealous of her. No reason to be jealous of her. But her self-entitlement because she’s young and pretty irks me.

Well, I finally just stabbed her in her belly button and gutted her like a pig. I watched the blood bubble up from the knife wound. And I could hear her aspirating on her own blood. That shit makes my cunt wet. After she took her last breath, I dragged her carcass out into my yard. Nature will take care of the rest. I never wake up the next morning and find even a hint of my victim. Any trace DNA left on the grass gets washed away by the rain. Nature makes the best accomplice.

Taboo Phone Sex Sometimes Makes Me the Accomplice

taboo phone sexPerhaps you could say I specialize in taboo phone sex. The vanilla shit doesn’t cut it anymore for me. I’ve been a dirty whore way too long. And a drug addicted one too. I think the cocaine brings out my submissive side. But sometimes the right person can bring out my submissive side too.

I met a beautiful Ebony goddess over the weekend. A young, beautiful black girl on a quest for revenge. I think she saw in me someone she could manipulate easily. She looks like the kind of beautiful woman who gets whatever she wants easily. And she wrapped me around her little finger. She picked me up in a bar and promised me some cocaine. But she needed my help with something. I thought perhaps she just wanted me to eat her beautiful black pussy all night long. That girl gave me a serious case of jungle fever.

But she needed an accomplice phone sex partner to get revenge on her ex-wife boyfriend who unleashed a few sex tapes. And those sex tapes ended up all over the Internet, hurting her business. I’ve never understood it, but the woman always loses when a disgruntled ex weaponizes a private sex.

Sometimes, I Luck Out and Get to Be the Accomplice Instead of the Victim

So, I helped her castrate her ex. Normally, I’m the victim not the accomplice. But this woman wrapped me around her finger with her beauty. She didn’t even need to promise me a big bag of cocaine. The promise of licking her Nubian princess pussy would’ve sufficed.

But she told me how to set him up. And I did just that. I lured him to this crack motel. He thought he picked up just a regular hooker on a street corner. But I lured him back to this hotel to fuck. And I would be his last fuck ever. Because you can’t fuck without your balls men.

I felt like such a femme fatale because I put poison on my lips. When he kissed me, he passed out. But I woke him up with smelling salts and he found himself naked and tied to the bed with his beautiful black ex-girlfriend standing between his legs with a very sharp blade.

I told him his actions come at a price. And that price would be the loss of his balls. Once something’s on the Internet, you can’t take it back. You can demand stuff be taken down, but it’s been seen and it’s never truly gone from the Internet. So, he did ruin her career. But ultimately, she got the last laugh. She ruined his sex life when she found the right vulnerable, needy woman to help her neuter her vengeful ex. And he deserved castration phone sex.

Castration Feels Like the Right Punishment for So Many Men

I don’t get to castrate too many men. So, I channeled all that energy and anger over the men who’ve taken advantage of me over the years and put that into severing his ball sack. I did not think that much blood would be involved. But his testicles splattered my face. Not with jizz this time. With blood. We used a hot curling iron to cauterize the wound. We could smell his flesh burning as well as his pubes. Nasty smell. But he wouldn’t bleed out.

While he laid in one of the No Tell Motel beds recuperating from his painful ball removal, I ate his ex-girlfriend ‘s beautiful black pussy. And I made her cum all over my face several times. Now that’s a better smell than burning flesh and pubes. She did not disappoint me. She gave me her body, a big bag of cocaine and a wad of cash for helping her. Why can’t I find accomplice jobs like this more often. I think I enjoy being the accomplice more than a victim. But beggars can’t be choosers. So, I know I will continue to do anything for cocaine.

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Anal Annihilation with The Best Ass Rape Porn

I am Geneva, an ass rape porn whore who lives for the stretch of a cock tearing through my asshole. So, my debut in Anal Annihilation hit the underground sex clubs like a fist to the gut. And the crowd roared as I took the massive dick deep inside my ravaged rectum.
Therefore, the camera caught that slick, bloody thrust as I screamed. Ultimately, making my asshole gaping wide enough to swallow a fist. Moreover, the producer yelled, “More!”
After that first scene, I was hauled back to the dim prep room. So, here adrenaline and cocaine kept me conscious while the crew stitched my torn sphincter with rough thread.
Then, they rubbed a dose of cocaine on my gums. The next thing was shoving a plug into my abused asshole.  Finally, they sent me back onto the set for round two, Snuff Sex whore’s undoing.

Ass Rape Porn is My Pure Pleasure

Therefore, this time, two guys shoved their cocks in tandem, one pounding my ass while the other forced his length down my throat. Ultimately, causing me to choke on spit and cum as my asshole stretched to its limit.
When the director yelled, “Cut!” I lay there, eyes rolling back. As my ass is a ruined tunnel of flesh and blood, with that iron scent thick in the air. Therefore, they declared me snuffed, but the living‑dead girl of anal fortitude never stays down.
Essentially, it is that shot of epinephrine that jerked my heart back to life. Of course, this caused the crew to laugh. Moreover, they were slapping my ass cheeks until they bounced like rubber.
So, I rose, dripping with sweat and cum. While my asshole is still gaping, ready for the next barrage. Of course, each snuff scene leaves me more ruined. However, I crave a thick dick splitting me open, pain mixing with pleasure until I lose myself in the filth.
Therefore, I am the stupid bitch who won’t quit. And the Accomplice phone sex whore who gets used to my end. Yet every time I get snuffed the fuck out, I am revived to continue.  All because in these clubs my only purpose is to take it, again and again, until the world forgets my name.
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Mutilation Phone Sex is a Good Tool to Knock Mean Girls Off Their Pedestals

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at. Nobody takes more time to thoroughly mutilate a victim like me. It’s because I get off on the torture. Although I do kill people quickly out of self-preservation, I prefer to torture for hours before I put some loser out of his or her misery. And I’m armed with all sorts of sharp instruments that make perfect accomplices for mutilating a body.

Last night, I just felt in the mood to fuck someone up. And in walked this vain drunk coed home for summer. She did not realize she entered a Goth bar. She started insulting my people and got herself kicked out. How does somebody that young become so mean. She started telling girls they looked like ghosts or a corpse pulled out of its grave. She said some mean things even for me. Although I might seem like a mean girl to my victims, I’m really a nice person. I would never insult somebody for their looks unless they deserved it.

Carving a Bitch Up Quickly Takes Her Down a Peg

I didn’t want to kill this girl. However, I wanted to explore some torture sex options with her. So, I followed her home. Normally, I might stalk my prey more, but I suspected that she lived alone in this little studio apartment in the bad part of town. Just some broke ass loser, girl who likes to insult others to make herself feel better about her pathetic existence. Most coeds stay with their parents during the summer break. But either this girl burned her bridges with her parents or she cut them off. Either way it didn’t matter. Nobody could save her now.

I broke into her apartment easily. Honestly, I think my kill shack in the middle of the wilderness smells better than her apartment. I used chloroform so that she wouldn’t scream for help. I needed to get the ball gag in her mouth and tie her up before she woke up. When she did, she found herself strapped to her coffee table, naked. Although she seemed awake, I don’t think she comprehended the severity of the situation. She still ran her mouth. Muffled but I could still hear, “you bitch,” through the ball gag.

Carving Up the Flesh on a Mean Girl Feels Right

I pulled out my knife and carved ugly on her forehead. It will leave a scar and serve as a constant reminder that actions come with consequences. I wore an executioner’s mask so she could not identify me and I never spoke. However, I don’t think she knows who I am. I blend in with the woodwork even as a goth girl in public spaces. And that’s because I know how to become invisible when I need to.

And I carved Cunt on one breast and whore on the other. Good luck explaining that to future lovers. This girl needed kicked off her pedestal. She felt too high and mighty for living in a studio apartment. Major attitude. However, I think I took a little bit of the fight out of her. Having a sick bitch carve into your flesh can feel exhausting. And I carved up just about every inch of her flesh. A one point, she begged me to kill her.

But I did not want this to turn into a snuff porn. This was revenge torture. Revenge for being a self-entitled little mean bitch. Now every time she looks into a mirror, she will see the scar in the letters UGLY. And she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Maybe that’ll force her to be nicer to others. I doubt she will show her face in public again. And she might go to the cops, but I don’t care. I feel safe because no doubt that little bitch made a lot of enemies over the years. Hopefully, I’ve slowed down her reign of hell.

Just Because I am No Stranger to Gangbang Rape Porn Does Not Mean I Like It

gangbang rape pornI’m no stranger to gangbang rape porn. I’ve been making those kinds of films for a decade in exchange for coke money. I’m going to be honest about something. The roughest gangbang movie I ever made involved women. And I told myself never again. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I really needed a cocaine fix over the weekend. None of my normal dealers could be found. So, I called Sheila. Her enthusiasm and eagerness to help me should’ve been my warning.

So, I showed up at her place. And she had 20 young girls with her. I figured they would be my costars. Men get excited over the prospect of a girl orgy. But with Sheila, nothing feels sensual. I knew it would involve some huge sex toys and of course those girls’ arms too. Last snuff porn I made with her I couldn’t sit or shit right for a month. Sheila just films the action. But she doesn’t get involved in it. She let her apprentices enjoy me.

I just prayed they brought lubrication this time. Last time she thought it would be funny for 10 girls to fist my ass dry. Appeared to be double the girls this time. When I scanned the room, I saw all the sex toys, but I didn’t see any Vaseline or lubrication. At least Sheila let me do a little line of her cocaine. And she gave me some poppers too. Been forever since I’ve done them. But they’re good for hardcore anal sex.

Women Treat Me Far Worse Than Any Man

However, I knew I could not get high enough to not feel the pain that would soon come. Those girls appeared a quarter of my age, but they already seemed to hate me and everything I stand for. Not that I stand for anything other than being a dirty mom and a party whore.

But those girls just looked at me with disdain in their eyes. The poppers kicked in, and I felt my ass open. And that proved to be a godsend because some of them just rammed their fists in without warning and without lubrication. These girls left rings on their fingers. They wanted to destroy my ass.

And it lasted over four hours. They bent me into a pretzel, exposing my asshole and opening it as wide as they could. Not only did they shove their fists in my ass raw, but they used huge dildos too without lubrication. At one point, some of them peed into my gaped hole. Like I said, desperate times. In my head, I always know I will regret something. But my need for cocaine makes me forget all the rational things.

My asshole might not ever go back to size. If you could see it now, you would think somebody took the wide end of a wine bottle and shoved it up my ass. The life of an ass rape porn. But at least I got my cocaine. And in the end, that’s all that mattered.

Blasphemy Sex Makes My Cunt Wet

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex makes my cunt wet. But I’m not religious at all. I don’t believe in God, and I don’t believe in the church. The funny thing is people ask me if I’m a Satanist all the time. But to believe in the devil you must believe in God because they’re opposites on the same spectrum. I can’t believe in one and not the other. So, I don’t believe in either. However, I do find it entertaining to desecrate a church. And kill some ultra-religious tradwife type.

That’s what I did this weekend. I found this trad wife influencer and did a little digging. I can find anybody’s IP address easily. That lets me find out all sorts of things. And I found out all sorts of things about her. Things completely against everything she preaches.

But I had no desire to expose her to her lemmings. I just wanted to kill her for her hypocrisy. Preaching to women that they need to be dependent on their husbands financially while she’s making over 1 million a year in endorsements and shit. Now I find her followers stupid as fuck if they can’t put two and two together. But if you cut the head off the snake, the rest die.

I Hate a Hypocritical Religious Cunt, So I Killed Them

I wanted to make a religious snuff porn with her. A so-called good Catholic wife. Now a dead Catholic wife. My little film turned out brutal and bloody, of course. I nailed her naked body to the cross above the baptismal tub in the main church area. And I did this for a reason. When I plunged my knife into her soft belly, I cut up towards her sternum. And I filled that tub with her blood and guts.

Before I gutted her, I let her know her sins. I called her out as a hypocrite. Told her I knew she didn’t make bread from scratch. She bought it wholesale. Told her I knew she didn’t sew her own clothes. And I pointed out that although she claims she makes nothing from being a tradwife influencer she made over $1 million last year alone making her one big fucking hypocrite. Her followers seem dumb. She amassed over 1 million followers. And I cannot find the time and energy to hunt them all down.

So, I killed their queen instead. And I watched her die slowly and painfully while bleeding out into that tub. Then I hopped in and bathed in her bloody entrails. I love bloody phone sex baths. They feel warm and provide the secret to looking young. At this rate, I might live forever. Drinking and bathing in the blood makes my skin baby soft. I’m not a satanist. But I am a sadistic bitch who hate hypocrisy and religion, and all the bullshit that comes with it.

Snuff Phone Sex is Sweet Revenge Sometimes, And Survival Other Times

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.

Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.

However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.

I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.

Some Men Do Not Deserve to Live with Balls

So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.

I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me.  So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.

And Some Men Don’t Deserve to Live at All

So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.

So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.

Snuff sex made me almost meet my end but I survived

Snuff sex Snuff sex can be brutal. I watched my Master Daddy hook up with some giggling little tart, super young and dumb. She thought she was special, that he would spoil her. But really, she walked into the predators trap.

As he rammed that tight, wet cunt, I knew my role.

I had to serve as his accomplice, to suffocate whatever air was left in that brat’s lungs so Daddy could focus solely on his pleasure.

So I grabbed her little neck and squeezed until her windpipe began to break. She was suffocating by my hands, and Master Daddy loved it. And I couldn’t stop, I had to keep going.

The little bitch’s eyes bulged, her face turning a sickly shade of purple as she clawed at me but it was totally useless. I choked her even harder, milking every drop of her life force until finally, with a strangled gurgle, she went limp.

He pulled out his cock and made it explode down my throat. I felt like I was drowning in his cum. I was his good girl for doing what I was told and he said if I didn’t choke her out like that he would have done it to me because I’m his Torture sex slave and he can do whatever he wants with whores like me.

 

Taboo Phone Sex Always Gets Me in Trouble

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex, I’m no stranger too. It’s just another hustle. And I’ve been hustling most of my life. Because that’s what my mother did. She taught me I didn’t need to pay for anything if I bartered my pussy. I learned from a young age to fuck for my drugs or anything else I might need.

But I think my cocaine habit far succeeds my mother ‘s habit. I do more than what she did in a week in a day. And I started bartering for coke as a teenage girl. But it becomes harder to sustain that. I’m in my 40s now and men don’t want to just fuck me for cocaine. They want me to earn it. Therefore, my body really goes through the wringer.

Last night, I agreed to a gangbang rape porn. Usually, I avoid that because a gang bang is such a gamble. I’ve done gang bangs with 30 guys. All sporting huge cocks too. Let me tell you I couldn’t piss or shit right for weeks afterwards. But I felt desperate for cocaine. And this gig paid extremely well.

I never saw so many men in a room before. And they appeared all there for me. But this was the weirdest collection of men I’ve ever seen for this sort of gig. It felt like the director went outside on the street and just wrangled in whoever he met. Some of these men looked and smelled homeless. Although I do have empathy for the homeless and I help them when I can, I don’t want to fuck them.

A Gang Bang Whore Can Take a Lot of Cock

I saw black guys too. And I knew that would hurt. Black men usually sport monster cocks. I even saw some teenage boys. And they all stood there naked with their cocks in their hand, waiting for the director to call action. As soon as he got me in the downward dog position, he called for the action to begin. And those men just mounted me like horny dogs. Did I mention this all happened on a concrete slab. So, no cushion for my old knees. I’m still all scraped up.

I got my money. But I’m not sure I ever worked so hard for it. There had to be 50 guys. And a rag tag bunch at that. I felt all sorts of cocks penetrating my ass of my pussy. And towards the end, I was slipped because there appeared to be too much cum on the floors. With as much as those men came, my belly felt full. And that explained the leakage. My fuck holes couldn’t take any anymore.

I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I begged for mercy. But the director didn’t show me any. He let those men rip apart my pussy and ass more than giving birth or being an ass rape porn star did. But I got my cocaine and that’s all that matters.