Category: Mutilation phone sex

Gangbang rape porn with Grandpa made me sick

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn is what my degrading existence is for. My master is a disgusting fucker with filthy tastes, and he’s made me do countless vile things, and I’m a good girl and never say no. He bought me from that awful family, so I feel like I have to show him how dedicated I am to him. I know if I stayed with those crazy fucks I would be hanging dead on a hook at this point. At least with my Master Daddy, I still have a chance to live another day.
Lately, he has been saying I’ve been kissing his ass too much. He thinks I’m just sucking up to him, but the truth is, I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me if I cross him. But lately, I’ve been enjoying the things he tells me to do. I never thought I would cum so hard on a corpse, but thanks to Daddy, I can.
But maybe he is right; perhaps I am being a brown-noser. I guess I deserve the punishment he gave me. God, making that porn was so disgusting. Whenever I see a man over 70, I get terrified. Those grandpas were so rough on me. They were old and wrinkled, but they certainly were not frail. They were high off coke and boner pills and pounded the ever living shit out of me.  These fucking geezers forced their stinky dicks down my throat. I had to lick their assholes as a little toilet sex slut. This was the kind of Toture sex that definitely taught me a lesson.

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.

Killer Phone Sex is Guaranteed if You Invade My Space

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gives you 1 million ways to die. Although I avoid guns and primarily use knives as my instrument of destruction and pain, I’ve killed people with my bare hands, household items, and even my teeth. I had to use all my resources last night to survive an intruder. But sort of like that movie, “Don’t Breathe,” that guy broke into the wrong fucking house. And what he thought might be an easy score ended his life.

Now, I’m a dominant sadistic bitch. So, I always keep knives nearby. Hidden all over the place. And even strapped to my body. I keep one under my mattress and one under my pillow too. Normally I’m a light sleeper; so, I wake up to the sound of anything. However, yesterday I had some dental work done, and sedation mixed with painkillers put me into a much deeper sleep. By the time I woke up, this intruder appeared too close to act in my normal fashion. But I am not a snuff porn star. So, I gave him one hell of a fight.

Because he had his full weight on the mattress as he attempted to strangle me, I could not get to the knife from under the mattress. But I bit his hand so hard he pulled it away, giving me the opportunity I need to grab the knife. Although I could’ve slit his throat right there, and it would’ve been justifiable homicide, he needed to feel some pain. A lot of pain. So, I stabbed him in the shoulder. And that got him completely off me. Now I had the upper hand. I kicked him hard in the groin bringing him to his knees. Then I ripped off his mask, but I didn’t recognize him.

Never Feel Sorry for a Home Intruder. He Gets What He Deserves

I dragged his body out of my bedroom, down my stairs and into my torture chamber. And the fun happens here for me. Clearly, this man possessed great strength, so I had to strap him down to a table. Can you believe this fucking loser tried to plead for his life. The same man that left ligature marks around my neck now wanted forgiveness. Do I look like the kind of woman that ever grants forgiveness. No. This idiot started to piss me off crying and begging. So, he earned himself free castration phone sex.

And he earned himself a free death too. But first I’m mutilated his junk. Took his balls off with a rusty knife. Then I used another knife to chop a little piece of his dick off at a time like it was one of those sausage logs you get on a charcuterie board. Now he really started crying. Fucking pussy.

He had his hands tightly around my neck and I never once shed a tear. I never once begged for mercy. I just fought for my life and gained the upper hand. But then I have balls. I made him eat part of his dick and balls. Don’t feel sorry for him. He broke into my house and tried to kill me. He deserved everything I dished out.

Eventually, all I wanted to go back to bed and let the meds wear off. So, I grabbed his mutilated body and dragged him outside to the patio. And I watched the wildlife eat him alive. I might be the best neighborhood watch ever. I would have believed I dreamed it all, but when I woke  part of his cock and balls were still in my dogs’ food bowels.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.

Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.

My Boyfriend made me his Accomplice in Killer Phone Sex

Killer Phone Sex

Killer phone sex was what Ethan craved.(Dont miss out on part 1 click Here) He Licked her tear and blood streaked cheek. I have to admit, I got wet. Ivy Lay on the table, sprawled and scared.

I began ripping her skirt off, and her panties. She whimpered as the duct tape muffled her cries. Her eyes pleaded with me, but I knew Ethan was going to make me hurt her.

“Cut her, Faith , make her look pretty”

Taking the knife from him, I sliced into her upper thigh. The blood rushed, and I ran my fingers through it. It was warm and made her skin slick. “More Faith, cut her more” Ethan demanded as he rubbed his cock through his pants. He was getting turned on, I could tell by the tone of his voice.

I climbed up on the table. Kneeling beside Ivy I began Pushing the sharp blade into the flesh above her left titty, and I carved a long laceration in the shape of a V from one side of her tits to the other. She cried, screamed and struggled against the duct tape.

My pussy gushed juicy pussy cream into my panties

Her fat pussy lips kept my gaze. I wanted to see them wet. Moving the blade to her thigh, I pressed deep and pulled it across her skin. Blood dripped and gushed within seconds. I ran my bare fingers through it, again. This time smearing it over onto her pussy, I rubbed it into her scared kitty like lotion.

Her cries softened.

Her body began to betray her as the blood and pussy juice mixed

She whimpered as I finger fucked her with her own blood. Looking up at Ethan, he was stroking his cock and telling Ivy that stupid fucking cunts win stupid prizes. “More” He encouraged me. I stuck the blade into her side and she let out a muffled scream.

“Make the hole bigger Faith, I wanna fuck it”

I twisted the blade inside her and blood poured our of her, she bled like a stuck fucking hog.

Ethan came to the side of the table, and stuck his cock in the bloody hole, fucking it. It gushed more and more with each thrust. He kissed me hard, our psychotic passion ignited. My fingers darted in and out of Ivy’s pussy. Her blood made the perfect lube. The least i could do for her was make her cum. My fingers pumped with Ethan’s rhythm.

“Cum baby, Cum in her bloody fucking hole” I urged

The light in her eyes was fading..

I craved making Ethan Happy

 

 

Torture Sex is The Best MO of Serial Killer Morticia

It all started with Torture sex of a sexual predator that thought I was free reign for him. Evidently he was an extremely nosey neighbor of my mothers and knew what happened to me. He watched and wanked off as I was getting used by my mothers coven. I was only a young teen. 

So one night he thought it was a good idea to push himself into the house. That was his first mistake. I answered the door and he knew I was alone. Then he forced me down to basement. Well that was certainly his second mistake.

Then finally he thought he could shove me down on his dick. Well, I bit the mother fucker off! How this crackhead screamed and hollered at me. Since I was in the dungeon I had many implements at my disposal while having snuff phone sex. 

Torture Sex

Next I grabbed a bat and knocked him in the head. Cracking his skull as I was extremely pissed. Then I quickly bound, gagged and hooked him to the pully and made him stand. I stood him in front of me hand over his head. And I watched him bleed.

Torture Sex Gives Me Satisfaction

All the while I sat and watched him until he came to. The moment he tried to open his fucking mouth I cut his tongue out. Then I took the dick meat I bit off and shoved it in his foul mouth. Finally I laughed at him and told him I have a great incinerating in the other room. And that I will just dismember him and burn him piece by piece. 

What turned me on the most was the full power surging through me and his complete patheticness was my muse to destroy him. This only made me hungry for the kill. Since then I have taken to mutilation phone sex and destroying perverts and predators, and pesky little bitches.

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Castration Phone Sex Brings Me Joy and Makes This World Better

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I enjoy neutering men. And hear me out. Sure, I am a sick bitch so I like to inflict torture, especially cock and ball torture. But the way I look at most of my castrations, I’m doing it for the greater good. Most of the men who I castrate are sexual predators. Men with tiny dicks, who think they have a big black cock, and folks so stupid that they cannot remember how to breathe. I’m just preventing the creation of more idiots. So castrating men has become my altruistic action. I’m putting out some good in the world.

However, most of the men, I castrate seems somewhat unwilling to admit that they are losers. But they are getting exactly what they deserve. Only a handful of men ever seem self-aware enough that they want me to take their junk. Most of the guys falsely believe that they can fuck any woman they want just because they’re a guy. And this is the reason I prefer sex toys and corpses as lovers. Some men say the stupidest shit. And they do the stupidest shit. But neutering them takes the wind out of their sails. Plus, it brings me joy.

Most Men Do Not Deserve Their Nuts

With me, castration begins with some extreme cock and ball torture sex first. Of course, I tie up my victim securely, so he cannot fight me. And more importantly, he cannot escape me either. I don’t always wear stiletto heels because I’m not one of those girly girls. Usually, I’m in Chuck’s, but when I castrate a fucking loser like you, I put on my spiked stilettos to make it hurt even more. Nothing like digging your heel into a fucking ball and flattening it before you even castrate the fucker.

I mutilated this loser’s junk in his own bed. He could not handle the pain. When he started puking and crying and pleading for mercy. I just kept on kicking. I don’t reason with losers. This man’s cock appeared to be no longer than my thumb. And he thought he could come on to me. He thought he could try to force that little nothing of a dick inside me. No fucking way. I hate losers with small dicks. And I hate the ones who seem clueless that their dick can’t do shit for a woman.

I Love Removing Your Junk

So, I made sure that torture hurt. I made sure he begged for the castration just to get it over. I guess you could say I brainwashed the loser. Caused him so much discomfort that he begged me to cut his nuts off. Normally, when I castrate a loser, I just take the balls and use a frying pan that’s heated on the bottom to cauterize the wound.

However, this time, I took the balls clean off with one sweep of my knife. And I stuffed his balls in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Although I did cauterize the wound, I also stitched him up. and I think I did a pretty good job too. Not to brag or anything. But I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a doctor. But sometimes I play doctor when I take your nuts.

Mutilation phone sex gets messy but feels so right

My Mutilation phone sex existence is a perpetual descent into the abyss of suffering and butchering. The smell of blood and fear has become an exquisite nectar. Anguish is my perfume, an intoxicating elixir that fuels my dark desires.Mutilation phone sexIn this realm of snuff, where life hangs by a thread, I have to make sure to be a really good girl. I don’t want to be the one on the chopping block. I always make myself useful for Master Daddy. I have all his favorite tools ready to go when he finds a new slut to play with.
He gets so hard when he starts slicing skin off his new toy. He likes to start with her tummy. He makes a long cut just above the belly button. Then he grabs the skin and peels it upwards so she can watch her skin getting ripped off.
Master Daddy taught me that Torture sex is an art form. Every whimper, every scream, every gurgling gasp is a brushstroke upon a canvas of suffering. I know he is God, soaked in blood with a massive hard-on that needs sucking.
As he creates new holes in that little slut I suck him. I know when he is ready to fuck when I feel his cock twitch. I pull it out of my throat and stick it in the new bloody fuck hole. He loves to cut off a bitch’s nipples and use her tits as a pussy.

Torture sex makes the hottest little amputee

Torture sexTorture sex can go so beyond evil with my Master Daddy. You see, my master always wanted to fuck with an amputee, a hot teen slut with no arms or legs that I could just put on his dick and spin. He set me out in the world to find the perfect victim. I thought I could find an authentic one, but I didn’t have any luck. I couldn’t go back empty-handed, and I spotted my victim on the swing set. I knew I could mold her into the perfect little amputee slut.
I drugged her and I brought her to my Master Daddy. He was so proud of me when he saw her puffy little bald pussy. So he let me cut her arms off, and he cut her legs off. When she woke up, poor little Snuff porn star cried a lot. She didn’t like having a camera on her while he was ramming his dick in her fresh stump.
As she lay there, helpless and vulnerable, I made sure to get a close-up of Master Daddy going from stump to her little pussy. Towards the end, it was such a bloody mess, and it was hard to tell what was what. My master fucked her with a passion that I had never seen before. He pounded her stump until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then he came in her pussy, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.