Category: Mutilation phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex Fuels those Immoral Thoughts to Jerk it Off

Jerk it off to Sadistic phone sex with a sadistic witch. My pleasure is the pleasure I derive from ruining men with their sickness. Filthy filming of young bald bodies destroyed, hacked up and violated. To tell you you are a good boy and keep going.

Fucking the dead corpse of a big cocked movie star is of great pleasure to me. I love living in LA and having connections with a few of the Morgues that deal with the elite.

Ultimately that elitist dead cock is exciting to fuck and be immoral. And letting my guys have access to the little privlidged whores is fun. The brats that have died young is of great fun to take out aggressions on.

Ultimately destroying and violating the little living brats is such a rush. I will assist in the strangulation, kidnapping and destroying. Let us not hold back that craving of devilish seduction and destruction.

Sadistic Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill and a Love for Human Suffering

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex takes skill. Why shoot your victim when you can carve them up with your knife. A knife not only takes skill to use, but it also serves as a versatile weapon. I use my knife to stab victims. But I can torture with a knife. Most guns kill quickly. Bleeding out or being dissected like a frog causes optimal pain. And that most often is my goal.

Charlie loves pain. He hired me to castrate him. Although he recognized that his cock appeared worthless to most women, he lacked the courage to castrate himself. But Charlie tried to renege on our arrangement. And when I said I do not offer refunds for losers with cold feet, he tried to fight me. And he lost the fight. However, I would say my knife won that battle. One jab to the side rendered him less feisty, LOL.

I knew where to stab him to disable him but not kill him. Oh, he would be a snuff sex victim, but I wanted to prolong his pain and suffering. Those two things combined equal an aphrodisiac for me. Suddenly, he looked like a shadow of himself. What did he expect? He hired me to take his junk, then he tried to fight me over money. Do I look like the kind of woman who takes that kind of shit? No, I do not would be the only answer to that question.

My Knife is My Best Friend and I Love to Use My Friends

Charlie might be bear shit right now, but it took him 23 hours to die. I set the timer so I would know how long I prolonged his death. I cut his cock off first. His balls too. I mean he did pay me for a service. Although he paid for the castration, the torture sex I gave him for free. He deserved it. I dissected him like a frog in biology class. Even took out his organ meat. High protein food.

Charlies’ death needs to serve as a reminder to everyone not to renege on an agreement or fight me. You will not win. In fact, you will die.

Strangulation phone sex

My boyfriend liked rough sex so much that he would spank and choke me for punishment he was a Dom who liked control he liked to see my ass cheeks red and my eyes rolling in the back of my head after he had punished me for doing something wrong but the worst punishment day was when he took a rope and tied it around my neck and gave it a hard tug what he didn’t realize is that I was stopped breathing for almost four mins when I came to he was still getting his rocks off he had candle wax in his hands lighting the wick and putting it on my back it only sting for a bit I was use to be glazed by the candles on most days I would have to cover the burns with makeup when I leave for work and then when I come home it starts all over again his ways are cruel but I can’t get enough of his games I love the times we have together if he likes that I will continue to play as his plaything and submissive partner that is my story for now until next time. strangulation phone sex

Snuff Movies and October Go Together

snuff moviesOctober is not just for watching snuff movies. For sadistic bitches like me, October means making snuff flicks too. The bloodier the better. I am not for the weak of heart. I am not for first time callers or any man with mild or vanilla fantasies either. Only seasoned snuff connoisseurs or masochistic men should call me.

I can make men cry. My voice is not a giggling teen voice. Fuck that shit. My voice sounds more like a mature seasoned bitch whose has seen and done some shit. I even did some shit last night. Wicked shit too. As I drove home from my Goth bar last night, I happened upon a drunk coed driving erratically on her way home. She had no business driving drunk. Although she did appear to take the less traveled road home, she almost ran me off the road.

So, I ran her off the road instead. Sure, I could have been noble. Perhaps a good woman would call AAA and drive the drunk girl home. But no one considers me a good woman. No one. I took her to my kill shack instead. Too bad you were not with me to explore your rape phone sex fantasies. As soon as I got her into my shack, she puked. I made her lick it up. No one makes a mess in my home but me. I like to make bloody messes.

Some Girls, Many Girls Deserve to Die

I needed to hold a knife to her so she would be obedient. Drunk coeds deserve to die. Even drunk they still act and behave belligerently. Perhaps, I intended to help the girl. She showed no appreciation for saving her drunk life, so I sodomized her with a beer bottle. I pissed on her face. And I even double fisted her two tightest holes. The bitch appeared to like it, so I switched from my fists to my knifes. Now, she did not like it so much. Okay, she did not like it at all.

I stabbed her cunt and her ass until her insides fell out of her holes. You can eviscerate a young girl from the outside with long, sharp objects. Now, it looks like a painful way to die. But no cunt should die quickly.  Cunts deserve killer phone sex. And they deserve to die slowly and painfully. I told you I might not be your cup of tea. My mind runs dark as the night. Think you can handle being my partner?

Bloody phone sex its sticky slick and a turn on.

Bloody phone sex        Bloody phone sex its sticky slick and a turn on to fuck in the blood. All we need is to get the blood to roll around in it. First, we go looking for the victim of our choosing. Now, I know what I like and willing to bet I know what you like. Someone petite. Light colored hair. Pale skin. It must be remembered that pale hair and skin will show the dark bruises easier, the blood will be a stark contrast.

        Alcohol will thin the blood enough that she will bleed more profusely. On the negative side it will also act as a pain killer. As has been noted a little alcohol will thin the blood and not act as a pain killer. You must admit you like the idea of the pain. Hearing the cries. Screaming out as the knife slices deep into the thigh. Missing the main artery. Wouldn’t want to have her bleed out too quickly.

        Watching as it stains her legs, dripping down into her pussy. I will hold her down as you take the knife to her nipples. Cutting first one off then the next. Shove the knife up into that pussy. Cutting her up inside, before fucking her, getting her blood all over your cock.

        Turning me on. Needing to feel that blood-soaked cock inside of me. Rolling though the blood still draining from her. Fucking on her. Yes, cum all over her. See how that cum of yours and her blood mix together.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Present to Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex might be what you get with me. I love a bloody massacre. Perhaps, I bathe in the blood of virgins. No Botox for me. Just blood. My last victim turned out to be a fighter. Usually, when I kill a young girl, they give in quickly. Not this brat. She scratched me a few times with her fingernails. But no teen girl can ever get the better of me.

Her fighting me, just prolonged her death. Made me want to torture her more. This kill served as an early Halloween present for me. I picked this brat up at the mall. She appeared alone, but she caused a stir. Almost every store she went into she acted prissy and mean. Demanding sizes and outfits not even in the store. She kept saying things like, “Do you know who my daddy is?” I watched in horror as the staff bent over backwards for this teen whore.

However, all I could think about, was the torture sex this brat needed. I did not care who her father was. No one should talk to other people the way she did. And no person deserves to be catered to and coddled like this little teen bitch. I needed to put her out of everyone’s misery because that monster inside her would only continue to grow.

Sometimes, a Kill is Just for Pleasure

Not any more though. I fed her to the coyotes. But only after 8 hours of torture and pain. Although initially I struggled with the bitch, I got her tied up and gagged. However,  I did underestimate her strength. Hell, hath no fury like a mean teen girl, LOL. However, I like a struggle. Keeps my skills sharp. You want to know what else is sharp? The knife I carved her up with.

I cut off her nipples first. Then I sliced off her labia lips and ate them in front of her. I like to eat pussy too. I carved her flesh until she looked like she had been skinned alive. Perhaps, I should have been a butcher, LOL. I am good at carving up meat. By the time I finished with this girl, she begged to die. The only thing different I would do with this girl if I could kill her again would be to invite you to help. I like to combine snuff with teen rape porn.

Babysitter phone sex For demented cum shots

Babysitter phone sex

During our nasty Babysitter phone sex nothing will be sacred. Brats and their mothers are our Victims in this demented tale of abuse and death. Mommy doesn’t know we have been casing the house ever since that first babysitting gig. She took a chance on a sweet-faced goth girl like me. A chance that would backfire immensely and cause her and her daughter’s demise!  Our little game has become a sick and twisted ritual. We will ravage and torture them until their last breath. Mommy will pay the ultimate price for trusting us.

  See Evil bitches like me and fucked up perverts like you have something in common. We enjoy their pain and suffering. We laugh as they scream and cry.  Accomplice Slut Harper does whatever it takes to ensure your evil cock gets off. The best part comes after death. After they have been suffocated and turn cold, I know you still need to fuck them. Even if they are a little bloody and sticky!

The glassy stare after the tears and pain.

  I enjoy watching you pleasure yourself with their dead bodies. It’s such a turn-on to watch them suffer and die. But it’s even better when they stay dead. Necrophilia phone sex makes me so happy after the kill! No more fighting us as I wrap sarn wrap around their heads. No more kicking and screaming as the rope bites into soft necks. Just a good hard fuck before they get stiff! And a couple hours later we can come right back after the rigor mortis has passed. And fuck them a little more.

  Do you know what turns me on the most about all of this? The glassy stare after the tears and pain. Going from screams and pleading to cold dead acceptance is always a bonus. And if your dick gets too cold you can always fuck my hot tight pussy for a little while.

Watch them cry and beg for mercy in suffocation phone sex.

And then fuck dead bodies for me!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are not Fantasies for My Stepson

rape phone sex fantasiesMy stepson does not simply enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. He explores them with me. And I never fare well after a visit. But he supplies me with coke, so I endure it all for my pusher stepson. When he came over the other night, he warned me he felt particularly violent. He enjoys breaking mommy Blair way past her breaking point. And he wasted no time when he arrived.

According to my stepson, my urethra remains my tightest hole. He arrived prepared to hurt his mommy too. Our little torture session began with my pee hole. His bag of tricks included a speculum, a funnel, a pair of vice grip locking pliers, a plastic bag for my head and lots of rope. I call it his torture sex bag. Never matters what day it is or what time it is either. If he arrives with that bag, I am in trouble.

He used the speculum to open my urethra, and because he loves me, he brought enough coke to numb the pain. At least while we engaged in violent sex. I still feel the effects today. With my urethra spread wide, my stepson poured his primo coke in my pee hole. Soon after he began punching my bladder. He slammed my head into the floor a few times too. When he started to fuck my prolapsed pee hole, I felt it. Not enough coke in the world to numb that sort of pain completely.

My Stepson Loves Breaking Blair

When he raised my body up in the air with the rope, he pulled my cunt lips apart with the vice grip locking pliers. My body went up, but my cunt lips went down. He punched my tits, bladder and ribs. Of course, he forced me to prolapse my asshole too. Easy to do after all our special time together. I am his personal ass rape porn star. His fans watched from home. I could hear the chimes of the tips as he punched me and fucked my prolapsed asshole and urethra.

However, his finest work he saved for the end. He placed a plastic bag over my head and punched the side of my head many times. I am a slave to his sick perversions. In fact, I sang a few Britney songs for him like I’m a Slave for you and Baby, Hit Me One More Time. The more punches he threw, the more tips he received. He squeezed my throat which forced me to suck in the plastic and almost suffocate. e brought out a PCV pipe about and inch in diameter and swung it a few times across my tits and ribs.

He even took several whacks to my prolapsed asshole. Batter up. But ouch. Although he did give me all the coke I wanted, my body paid the price. I am still sore as fuck from our latest encounter. And my guess is I will be sore for quite a few more days too.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex What The Doctor Ordered

medical fetish phone sexI’ve always had a real strong medical fetish phone sex kink. Ever since I remember feeling my doctors ingers down in my pants and how good that tickling feeling made my pussy feel.  I use to love his exams where my mama had to leave the room so he could examine up close with his mouth and his fingers.  Giving me internal exams. Sticking all kind of objects in me.  It made me long to be a doctor or nurse to stick all kinds of things in anyone that I could.

Well being a phone sex operator mine as well be the same thing as being a doctor, right? I’m helping people all day. Years of experience, in fact..  I started playing doctor when I was a little tot. I invited boys and girls over and had them come into my fort for a checkup.  I had their pants off within minutes giving them an oral and physical exams.  I had a very popluar group of repeat clients so I must’ve been doing things right.

These days, I like restraining my patients. I put their hands and feet spread eagle so they can’t get away, for their own health and safety. Putting on my sexy doctor outfit, which is a white short skirt with a tight white collared shirt with some red crosses.  I alwas have to take your temp, anally of course. My thermometer looks more like a dildo so don’t be alarmed at the monster size of it.  i also have some oxygen therapy exercises.

My favorite that I will get into another time, is enemas.  Oh how I love enemas, and my patiets always leave me feeling a little more relaxed and a little lighter on their feet.

Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet

torture sexHe called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.

Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.

Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please

Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.

I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.