Category: Mutilation phone sex

Snuff Movies and Halloween Pair Well Together

snuff moviesI love snuff movies. Always have. But making them gives me more pleasure than merely watching them. And likely it always will. Since I am still trying to break my record of kills during my favorite month of the year, I’ve been a busy psychotic bitch. Friday and Saturday nights closer to Halloween means lots of drunk, slutty coeds in slutty costumes. And I can make them famous in the after the life.

I pretended to be the Uber these two drunk whores ordered.  And they seemed too drunk to question anything. These two bitches fell in my hands. Just like that. I pulled up to a bar just to scope out the talent going in and out. And the next thing I knew, I had two slutty Barbie Dolls in the backseat of my car. Fate. So, I took it as a sign that these girls would star in my next homemade snuff porn.

And I can make bank selling my movies on the dark web. Sick men who match my energy love seeing hot teen sluts get eviscerated. And these girls seemed so wasted that they did not even realize they were not at their sorority house. Once in my spooky home, I dosed them with some sedatives so I could get them down into my torture dungeon. One girl I tied to my medieval rack. And the other one I bound to a sawhorse. Even if I prefer to have an accomplice to fuck young bitches, I can destroy fuck holes on my own just fine.

Nothing Better Than a Medieval Torturous Death

But I wanted this film to resemble medieval torture. The folks of ancient times knew how to make a death as excruciating as possible. My kind of people. Torture sex should be violent, painful and agonizing. I decided to make this a live stream. And I let my viewers decide how to torture them. My viewers wanted blood and guts. So, I gave them blood and guts. I tore the one cunt in half on the rack. And her guts spilled on the dungeon floor; even sprayed me. Never a problem for me to be covered in blood and sinew.

The other girl agonized more as I inserted all sorts of things in her fuck holes, before stabbing her asshole and cunt until her insides spilled on the floor from the hueg slit in her body I created. My viewers loved my torture porn. Paid handsomely to watch it too. Maybe next time, you can help or even be the star.

Cannibalism Phone Sex : An Forbidden Taste Rare is Best

A taste of the upper crust in life led down a dark alley of a forbidden meal, Cannibalism phone sex. One evening I was pissed off over a crappy date in a crappy shit hole restaurant. And I fucking ended up paying for the meal. The meal I fucking left and he asked them to box it! What a loser! Anyway, I went home pissed and hungry.  With all that said it was around 11pm and I really had nothing at home to eat I decided to go to the store.

Cannibalism Phone Sex : An Forbidden Taste Rare is Best

Now in the produce aisle I was examining the goods. And there this whacked guy was. This dude approached me about some kind of recognizing me bull shit. I laughed a little and denied ever knowing him. Then he proceeds to flirt with me. And I found him strangely alluring. Weird coming from me, right?

Fast forward a little I met up with this guy for a meal. As he claimed to be an exclusive chef for some elite bullshit Dinner group. And the meat he served was the most fucking divine shit I ever let pass my lips. Ultimately I needed his secret.

Then as he had known by this point about my sadistic ways. He felt safe in telling me his secret. So he led me to a part of his house that he had kept his freshest prized meat. Here were 6 fucking rooms which each held a succulent side of fresh teen meat.

This time it was my choice on what part of which girl we would prepare for the main course. Obviously I chose a nice sweet young piece and wanted it served lightly seared and bloody. After all rare is best when it comes to human flesh.

Finally I helped carry the slut to the chopping room and we took a nice slice of her right thigh meat. I also wanted those ass cheeks sliced off for a nice juicy meal. Once we sliced what we needed we left her on the table as it is essential to prepare it as fresh and quickly as possible.

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Sex with dead bodies makes every day Halloween

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies makes every day Halloween! I remember my first time and yes it was on Halloween. I hadn’t been with my Master for that long, I honestly thought I was there to be killed but I guess he took a shine to me. He said I am his special girl if I do everything he says exactly the way he tells me to do it.

I did, I followed his orders and I was his good girl, I was terrified though. He brought me into this cold metal room, there were multiple corpses laying on slabs. He ordered me to climb on top of this guy, he must have been freshly dead because he was still warm.

He also had a massive erection, it was such a shock to slide his dead cock into my pussy but it was amazing. I rode him as hard as I could just as Master instructed. I pounded him until his bodily fluids leaked out his eyes, nose and mouth. Master told me faster and harder, so I did. 

I was so hard and fast, everything was a blur. It all slowed down when I heard a pop. That dead man’s cock broke right off and was lodged inside my pussy. I wanted to scream in terror but I know better. This was what Master wanted. 

He wanted me to break that cock with my pussy but now it was stuck in there. Master ordered me to lay on the floor with my legs nice and wide. He put his cock inside of me with that dead flesh up inside of me. He made me say that I loved getting double dicked by him and his brother. Wasn’t just Snuff sex that night, incest sex too. Master fucked me all night long with his dead brother’s cock inside me.

 

Sadistic torture, with a side of cum.

“See that young pussy over there?” I gleefully tell you. I have that sadistic little grin on my face. “You get to have that one all to yourself this time, and I’ll just watch” and I just giggle a little. I love watching you work. And you love pleasing the cutest little accomplice ever. Accomplice Phone Sex

And you see her. Tied up on a St Augustine’s cross, like a little whore who wants those holes filled. Gagged, and naked. Little cries of mercy leave her mouth ever so often. She has tears in her eyes, glassy like a doe.

You look at your tools. The knives of your trade laid on the table, meticulously put in place by yours truly. I know which ones you want in what order. We’ve played before, so it was easy to remember for you.

You pick up the small scalpel. Razor sharp, as you tested it with your thumb. Looking back at the beautiful specimen I got for you, you start dragging the blade across her body as she screams out in terror. I know it fuels that sadist in you. Because I’m getting wet just watching it.

You start to make small cuts at first across her arms. Starting from the wrist and working your way to her tits. She continues to cry and scream, struggling against the restraints holding her in place. But they won’t give. And I know they won’t. I put them on tight so that doesn’t happen.

As you cut across her small yet supple breasts, you start carving harder. You wanna see this little cunt really bleed, so you give up on the scalpel. You need to feel this bitch’s fuck holes after they’ve been made ready for you quicker than you thought.

I get more excited watching, as you bring out the drill. A wood augur bit, about ½ inch thick. “Sorry my queen, but I can’t wait any longer. I need her now” You look at me as if you were a child asking it’s mother for the sweetest of treats ever.

I giggle again, and nod. “You can have her, my little blood bug” I wave my hand for you to continue, while the other one has been fingering my cunt.

Her eyes are now full of absolute terror as you give drill a few test pulls on the trigger. You then bring the drill up to her precious little mound. Slowly, you insert the drill bit and push the trigger. She screams more, this time blowing a vocal chord. You hear her voice just give out and gurgle and you continue to get your fuck hole ready so you can have that cock of yours drained.

She continues to convulse at this point, probably from the pain, shock, and you now giving her the best dicking she’ll ever have. And the last too.

Because as you see the light in her eyes start to fade, you come in her destroyed pussy. Blood everywhere. Her body wasted and broken.

And I smile, come over to you, and proceed to just start sucking your cock. Getting you hard again.

Because my favorite part is me fucking you up under this dead whore’s body, using her fluids as my own personal lubricant. And tasting the raw flesh of such a pretty little thing is such a turn on too.

Bloody Phone Sex Almost Killed Me Again

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.

I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.

I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.

Abuse Me All You Want but Please Spare My Nose

And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.

He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.

Strangulation Phone Sex With Rena The Rougher The Better

strangulation phone sexLast night was amazing, with some hot Strangulation Phone Sex                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       You. I met this guy at a bar and we hit it off right away. He was tall, dark, and handsome – the perfect mix of rough around the edges and gentle when he needed to be. We ended up going back to his place where things got hot and heavy pretty quickly. He told me he had a little bit of a kinky side which only turned me on more because I’m such a slut for strangulation during sex.

As soon as we got into his bedroom, he pinned me down onto the mattress with one hand clamped tightly around my throat while he kissed me passionately. His other hand found its way between our bodies, teasing my wetness through my panties before finally slipping inside of me. It felt so good being taken like that; completely helpless under his control yet still wanting more from him at the same time.

We moved from position to position throughout the night: missionary, doggystyle…even standing up against the wall! Each time he would choke me just enough to make my head spin but not enough for it to be dangerous or scary – just enough for us both to get off on it even more than usual! And let’s not forget about all those delicious holes getting filled up by him too; every single one took turns feeling his cock thrusting in and out until we were both exhausted from all that pleasure!

The best part? Whenever I thought maybe we should slow down or take a break because I couldn’t handle anymore excitement (or oxygen), he would whisper dirty words in

my ear and squeeze just a little bit harder around my neck, sending shivers down my spine. It was like he knew exactly how to push all of my buttons and make me beg for more. By the end of our wild night together, we were both covered in sweat and cum with satisfied smiles on our faces. I can’t wait until next time when we can explore even more kinky fantasies together!

Evil phone sex is the perfect Hallows Eve night.

  Evil phone sex          Evil phone sex is the perfect Hallows Eve night. Now, you may wonder how. Well, the first thing to remember is that it is the night before Hallows Day. November first.  The day that the poor would go around praying for those rich bastards dead to get into to heaven. Which means that the eve was the night to be evil for then it may not get those pious in the sky people in the gates of heaven.

            Let them go down the depths of hell. Cast your sins upon the poor unfortunate souls. Dead and gone now. You commit the sin of evil the night prior knowing you condemn those souls to a torturous death.

            Mutilation phone sex is the first step to evil. After all, they are still alive. You cut them up. Slowly. Shallow cuts, deep cut. Slice them down the center of the chest. Make a cross between the ass cheeks. Right over the asshole.

            Don’t want to be heard. That is fine. After all, you can bet the Gothic teens are on the loose and they will as shown above have a gag ball to be used on them. Next, we begin the mutilation.

            From time to time take out the gag. You do after all need to get hard by hearing the screams and not just the moans of pain. Be evil. Keep them alive until they finally can take no more.

            Make them beg for mercy.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Mutilation of My Cunt and Tits

Grabbed off the street and tossed into a van, was the opening scene of Kidnapping Phone Sex. Things escalated quickly once I was in the van. A black hood tossed over my head and my wrists and ankles were bound.

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The guys pulled the hood off of my head and spit in my face. Your a filthy fucking whore and your whore body is about to see it’s end. The only thing worth fucking is that asshole.

They then took a hunting knife out and started cutting off my stripper dress and panties. Once they had my flesh bare they groped at and squeezed my like they were inspecting a side of beef.

Then a sudden burst of pain came when I was clogged over the head. Practically cracking my skull. Falling to the floor of the van I fell unconscious.

But that didn’t last long, a sudden intense pain hit me when that big knife sliced off my clit. I had been drugged with something that paralyzed me and I could not scream. Blood was spraying up everywhere as my cunt was being mutilated.

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Then with very little hesitation, as if they methodically planned this they sliced off my nipples. More pain than ever but I was kept awake and forced to look. Blood was again spurting everywhere.

Finally I was told that my whoring days are over but I needed one last ass fucking before they slit my throat. And that my ass was the only fuckable thing on my whored out fake fuck doll body. These guys became five and they all had their way with my ass.

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Once the last guy finished that big butcher knife was slid across the front of my throat. And just like that the lights went out and my end was met.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.

Accomplice Phone Sex Babe Finds Cathartic Release in Ball Busting

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex has not always been my forte. Once upon a time, I starred in snuff films and had an owner. A few owners. But if the seedy world of snuff and extreme BDSM taught me anything it was how to survive. Survived my father’s abuse. Survived one abusive man after another. I survived underground snuff flicks. And I survived my last master, who killed all his former slaves. You learn to be scrappy in this seedy world.

And now, I serve as an accomplice for perverted men like you. However, sometimes, I get to give back some of the torture and pain men inflicted on me. Perhaps not to the man who deserve it, but to some loser. When I met Edward, I thought it was a chance meeting. But he planned it. Saw me weeks ago at this local coffee house I walk to every morning, and he recognized me from my snuff porn days. A fanboy of sorts.

When he asked me out, I did not yet realize he was a fanboy. At dinner he told me. And he told me he long fantasized about cock and ball torture from a blonde goddess. At first, I felt disappointed. Handsome man. Appeared educated and sophisticated too. Great job. Awesome car. Potential boyfriend material. However, he seemed only interested in what I could do to his cock. Not for his cock. To his cock.

It Feels Great to Take My Anger Out on Some Man’s Cock and Balls

When he told me he would pay anything if I would trample and mutilate his cock, he piqued my curiosity. How could I say no. I tossed out a number, thinking we would negotiate down. But he said no problem. No haggling occurred. Hey, if a man wants to pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I take the money and destroy that dick. I find it cathartic release for all the shit men put me through in my life.

We stopped at my place so I could grab my sounding device, spiked heels and castration band. My guess, Edward woke up the next day with major regret. Not only did I chemically castrate him, but I also mutilated his manhood. Destroyed it. Left him in a pool of tears and blood with a dick that looked like raw hamburger. Maybe not the date I had hoped for, but I sure did turn lemons into lemonade.