Category: Mutilation phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Because I Can Inflict Maximum Pain with a Kinfe

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I inherited a massive knife collection from my grandpa when he died. Some of these knifes historians would consider priceless because they date back hundreds of years. My grandpa bought most of them on the black market, so they are not traceable. No one knows I have these knives. But I never leave a dead body anywhere for folks to discover. I let nature take care of the remains. But when I castrate or mutilate men, the knife pattern will not be traceable if a victim goes to the police.

Did you know that a forensic specialist can tell you the type of knife used to stab someone. Then they can see who has purchased one of those knives in recent months. So, when I do a free castration phone sex visit, I use an untraceable knife. Plus, I enjoy using ancient knives to remove a man’s junk. It offers a more barbaric or medieval feel to the torture.

Knives just have more versatility than a gun. You cannot torture someone with a gun. You aim, you shoot, they die or bleed out. It’s quick. The pain does not last long. Although I often cauterize the wound after I remove the balls, the pain lasts. It’s a physical and psychological pain. If a man did not want to be castrated, he lives with the pain of never being erect again. Psychological pain can last forever.

A Knife I Feel is More Versatile Than a Gun

I gave a free castration over the weekend. He deserved it. This hipster douche bag tried to spike drinks at the Goth bar. Did you know a girl can wear a certain nail polish that if she dips her finger in a drink, it turns a different color when the drink contains roofies? Few men do. But I tested a few drinks and lured the culprit back to his place. He wanted to fuck a Goth girl.

But I did not want to fuck him. However, I did want to inflict maximum cock and ball torture sex pain. So, I used a rustic knife to chop his balls off. And I did let him bleed a little before I cauterized his wound. Normally, I take the balls as a souvenir. In my dungeon torture chamber, I have over 100 balls in a jar fermenting as a reminder. Sort of my trophies. But I left this bastard’s balls in his mouth to shut him up.

He appeared to still be breathing when I left. But he passed out from the shock. Dumbass. You do not come into a Goth bar and spike drinks to force fuck women. Not in my bar. Not on my watch.

Snuff Porn Teen Slaughter Fantasy is The Best

Little girls make up a great part of the Snuff porn on the dark web. However sometimes that precious young teen is an even bigger trigger for these perverts to get viciously sadistic. After my days of being nearly killed on camera often I have come to be a good Huntress for my perverts.

Snuff Porn is What Makes the Dark Web Dark

Obviously the vicious blood spattering of a sweet tender brat is exciting. This is especially so after that sweet body becomes violated to it’s fullest. In fact one film I was the Babysitter that had a couple of sweet little things in my care.

On the night that I would be babysitting overnight things became violent. My task was to prep the basement with plenty of plastic tarps and a couple of chairs with cuffs and duct tape. The supplies I purchased from the list provided with a thousand dollars cash as the first part of my payment.

Once the room was set up, the girls were brought down and tied to the chair. With great anticipation the three men showed up in all black with their faces covered in Halloween clown masks. There was a lot of screaming and crying as their cocks got wet in those tight little holes.

Finally after a lot of bleeding from their asses and cunts these two girls were decapitated. With their headless bodies still being fucked I held their pretty heads as to make them watch up close, to their bodies being violated further.

In the end my body was covered in the blood of these brats and my ass was fucked into it’s own little rosebud as these guys really needed to pound a real hole as their finale. The best was the closing of two decapitated little sluts holding their heads.

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Killer Phone Sex Bitch Removes Your Cock and Balls for Any Reason

killer phone sexBeing a killer phone sex bitch never gets dull. And that’s the main reason I like this job. Plus, it makes me look legitimate to the government, you know? Although I make great money doing this, most of my money comes from being a mercenary. People find me on the dark web and hire me to help them kill someone. Or perhaps, they want me to mutilate their junk. You might be surprised what folks pay for. And how much they pay for their dark needs.

Clay hired me to castrate him. He claims that he tried many times to do it himself but always chickened out. Of course, I took the gig. So, a few men I castrate want to be castrated. However, most of my victims got a free junk removal because they pissed me off in some way or hurt someone I know. But a few wimps like Caly understand that their junk causes more problems than it is worth.

Extreme cock and ball torture sex guys want the ultimate CBT. Others know that their micro penises never please women, so why even keep it. And some men prey on young girls and women. They believe they cannot control their sexual urges. Urges that will land them in jail. Personally, I don’t give a fuck why you want your junk removed or mutilated. I only care about the money.

I Love to Castrate Dumbasses

However, Clay’s reason for wanting castrated proved to be a first for me. He already violated his very young niece. Although she is not too young to rat him out to her parents. So, this loser thought that if I chemically castrated him, he would have a sort of alibi for the crime. If his dick cannot get hard or produce any cum, how could he have violated that little girl. Dumbass, his DNA could still be tested. But I did not tell him that.

In fact, I relished the fact that he would lose his junk and likely get arrested too. If you want to diddle little girls, go right ahead and diddle away. But be smarter than Clay. I gave him the castration phone sex he needed and wanted. But not a chemical castration. That would be too easy and painless. I busted his balls. Then I chopped them right off with garden shears. Made a bloody mess of his bathroom. I got the money. All I cared about. However, I guess now he cannot commit any more sex crimes because he will never get hard again.

Knife play phone sex how low can you go?

            Knife play phone sex how low can you go? Like can you slice all the way through? Just a little? It has become a game now, doesn’t it. How low can you go with the knife. That is the point to end him. To be a killer? Looking to make it bloody? If so, then you need to nick the artery with the knife blade. Don’t want it to be bloody, avoid it and you a pin prick on the tip of the knife.

            By all means, sharpen the knife. Make it razor sharp. Next, we find the victim. I will lure her in. Be your Accomplice phone sex whore. That is after all just what you need with your knife at the ready.     

            In fact, you might just say that your knife is like your phallus. An extension to you. All you need to decide in the first place is how they will meet their demise. In other words, let the game begin and may they forever not be in the victims’ favor but in yours.

            Without delay I will bring them in, help you with the pain, the pleasure, and finally the knife play. After all your knife is your phallus and I do so like being a good accomplice and wielding them both.

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Sadistic Phone Sex Could Put You in Prison or The Morgue with Me

sadistic phone sexAll I know is sadistic phone sex. I could not work on a vanilla line. Why? Because I do not know the first thing about being vanilla. And I do not want to learn. Vanilla appears just too basic and boring for me. I am the one you call when you have fantasies that could get you arrested or land you in the morgue. I am a maneater. Consider yourself warned.

For the most part I am asexual. Fucking does not guide my daily actions. However, my thirst for pain and suffering does guide me. The way I see life, you act like a tool or dumbass, you do not deserve to live. We should view life as a privilege not an entitlement. And privileges can be revoked for bad acts or bad manners.

I will admit my threshold for stupidity drops monthly. We have inclement weather. Icy roads with snow coming down on and off. Too cold for salt to work very well. But I needed to go out for an assignment. However, some asshole drove by me like he had a snuff sex wish. And he caused an accident that hurt a woman and her daughter. And could have hurt me too. The jackass fled the scene.

Some Folks are Just to Stupid and Reckless to Live

I am not completely heartless. So, I stopped to help the car he pushed off the road and called 911. But my photographic memory stored the make and model of the car, as well as the license plate. However, I left that part out to the police because I planned to exact revenge for this woman and her daughter. Folks like do not deserve to drive or breathe.

And I have my ways of finding out anything and everything I need about a person. Later that night, I showed up at his house. Of course, I broke in through an unlocked window armed with a few knives and chloroform in case I had to knock out other folks under his roof. Of course, the loser lived alone. Men like that cannot keep women. Normally, I enjoy long torture sex sessions before I kill someone. But this was more like a smash and grab.

I stabbed him over 50 times. Overkill to make it look personal instead of a random act of violence. And as he choked on his own blood, I told him exactly why he had to die. And I watched him choke on his own blood as he bled out. Perhaps the kill did not feel as satisfying as others, but I rid the world of one less asshole. And that does feel satisfying.

Succumbing to Lucifer’s Lustful Whispers

Blasphemy sex

Hell yeah, blasphemy gets me wet! I’m a filthy bitch, ready to defile your sacred prayers. Fuck your gods and their heavenly promises, I’m here to worship the devil’s cock. Cream and squirt, my pleasure is his command.

Mutilation fantasies? I’ll make ’em real, you pathetic creature. Your body will be my canvas, every cut a masterpiece. Scream and beg, it only fuels my twisted desires. Bow down, worship my devilish pussy, and I might spare your worthless soul.

Taboo is my playground. Let’s explore your darkest urges, breaking every rule. I’ll be your sinful priestess, guiding you through forbidden pleasures. Your cock will throb, yearning for my devil-possessed body. Cream and pray to the devil, ’cause he’s gonna own your ass!

Forget your prayers, embrace the shadows. I’ll tempt you, seduce you, and make you mine. Lucifer’s not just offering pleasure, he’s offering freedom. So, are you ready to sign your soul away? Hell’s gates are open, and the ride is hotter than you can imagine!

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Because Revenge is Therapeutic

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies I consider my specialty. And as a sexy switch, I can be your accomplice or your victim. But honestly, I prefer to be the accomplice nowadays. Perhaps, I am biased, but I think I make a good accomplice because of all the shit I have seen and experienced in my life.

I know how to kidnap or lure girls or women to their slaughter or sexual abuse. And I know how to inflict pain, torture and suffering because for decades I subjected myself to it with the company I kept. It takes someone who has been through all the sick and depraved shit men want to do to women and girls to be a good accomplice.

And I know that any encounter with the wrong man, might end me right back to being an owned slave again. So, I try to be careful with the assignments I take. This week a new man hired me for noble reasons. And that alone made me take the job. He did not want to molest, fuck or otherwise abuse a girl or a woman. He wanted revenge on the ex-boyfriend who almost killed his coed daughter.

Revenge snuff sex might be my favorite thing. Because of the way I look, I easily lured the ex-boyfriend back to my place, where my client waited patiently. A little bit of chloroform knocked him out long enough to strip him naked and tie him up. When he woke up, he realized he had been set up. He saw the father of the ex-girlfriend he beat up.

Sometimes a Revenge Fantasy Turns Out to Be Cathartic for Me

So, the first thing I did was put a ton of oranges in a pillowcase and beat this loser black and blue like he did my client’s daughter. This is a trick for women who cannot throw a good punch. My victim screamed in pain as I cracked his ribs. But I had only just begun. I mutilated his cock and balls, so he would never force himself on a woman again.

This assignment provided a much needed cathartic release for me. I treated this guy like my father. So, I gave him some cock and ball torture sex. I carved his ex-girlfriend’s name on his cock. And I deflated his balls with a chemical castration. If you block the air flow to a guy’s balls long enough, they deflate and lose all their power and semen. He will never hurt another woman again.

Although I wanted to kill him, my client wanted him to suffer eternally and have a constant reminder of his daughter who he almost killed. I did take his money for this job. However, I would have done it for free because it felt like therapy for me. I wished my client had been my father. He actually cares about his daughter.

Evil Phone Sex Because Being Good is No Fun

evil phone sexEvil phone sex because why not? This is a fantasy phone line. We can get as dark as you want. However, you can only be my accomplice or my victim. And I am not looking for a boyfriend or even a lover. I am looking for an equally evil mind or a depraved masochist. But I get disappointed a lot. And when I get disappointed, I kill. I must take my frustration out on someone.

Damien seemed promising.  I mean the name alone conjures up images of evil. He hired me to kill his ex-business partner who screwed him over and disappeared with a several million dollars, bankrupting his business. Even though he bounced back eventually, for years he dreamed of revenge. He saw my mercenary ad, and thought I could help find his ex-partner.

I am more than just a sadistic phone sex killer. My skills also include tracking. And I found his former partner, in the next state with a new identity. But a stolen identity. And I thought Damien would act happier that I found him so quickly. But he got cold feet. He tried to renege on our agreement and not pay me the rest of the money he owed me. It does not work like that. I have a strict no refund policy. If he did not want me to kill his ex-partner, then I told him I would kill him. He laughed at me like this was a game.

People Who Underestimate Me Always Pay the Price

Men always underestimate me. And that pisses me off more than trying to back out of a deal. So, I showed Damien how evil I could be. I gutted him like a pig. Slowly too. Huge knife in his belly button that I moved all the way up his sternum. His entrails spilled out of his body and onto the floor. He had this amazed look on his face. But he asked for it. I laughed as he tried to hold his guts in. However, he could not do that. The dude literally spilled his guts on his kitchen floor.

Although I did not get to savor the torture sex like usual, he had to die. Impulse kills seem less satisfying to this evil bitch. But sometimes a man just needs to die. And Damien needed to die. Biggest disappointment ever. Let this be a warning to you. Do not renege on an agreement. And never underestimate me.

Snuff Movies Are The Best Dark Satanic Pleasures

Snuff Movies are some truly dark and twisted movies. And the best Dark Satanic Pleasures are fueled by a goth vixen named Morticia. Don’t let your guard down around this dark seductress as I will surely suck your soul out of your filthy human shell.

In fact my best pleasures are exterminating souls from filthy fucking p daddy perverts. I lured them and entice them with the pleasures of the flesh as I promise them sweet innocence for them to violate. Sometimes I will shape shift, or rather truly just visual and mental manipulation, into being a little girl.

Snuff Movies Night are the Prey and Be Preyed Upon Special Screenings Filmed by Morticia

Once the pervert is lured and suddenly rendered unconscious he becomes my victim. My prey was so much fun to lure and catch. That thing between his legs will soon be Rovers treat. After all a horny pervert is really a threat to young women. And I take onto myself to rid the world of them.

First things first, I will tie my victim up and enjoy watching him wake. Then with a strap-on I have my own special little session of violently violating a fantasy rape on that ass with my big cock. Sometimes guy envision me as a succubus shemale and this, again, is but more satanic manipulation of perception. Or am I just really a succubus shape changing devilish goddess?

Honestly, with my dabbling in the dark arts I have gained a few abilities. But that is not the discussion here. That tender destroyed asshole will be prolapsed and the once man is but a pile of mishaps. Oh but he asked for it. He was preying on young girls. His perverse desires where fulfilled with what he wanted. Tight young pussy.

Lastly the cock and balls are cut off and tossed into my beasts cage. He is a happy boy when he gets another mans boys. Who’s next?

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Bondage Phone Sex Transported Me Back to Medieval Torture Times

bondage phone sexIn theory, one would thing bondage phone sex might not be so bad. However, when you are a druggy whore desperate for a fix, things often turn violent. When I applied for the underground bondage shoot, I only thought about the money. Nothing else entered my mind. And that turned out to be another “me bad.” moment. When I am jonesing for a fix, and desperate for money, I never weigh the consequences in my head.

You would think by now, I would learn. But no. Druggy whores make notoriously bad decisions. This photographer tied me up with my legs and arms stretched so far out that I felt like I was on one of those medieval torture sex racks. It felt like if he tied me any tighter, my limbs would rip off my body. And as much as that hurt, it did not compare to the whipping he gave me. More like a violent lashing.

This Druggy Whore’s 9 Lives Will Run Out Soon

For a moment, I felt transported back to the 1800s. I felt like a slave who had tried to run away or did not pick enough cotton. Every lash he gave me, my skin ripped open. I could feel the blood running down my bag and my legs. And at one point, I almost bit my tongue off from the jolt of pain. This was no bondage shoot. The photographer tortured me. Tore opened my flesh. And he would not let me get high first to dull the pain. But even pain sluts have their limits.

For hours he whipped the flesh off my body. At least that was how it felt. I cried. And I screamed. Even prayed to a god I do not believe in to relieve my suffering. Honestly, I thought this might turn into a snuff porn. Eventually, he let me go. But I could barely crawl out of his dungeon. And as I did, I left a trail of blood behind me.