Category: Mutilation phone sex

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

I’m an Official Member of the Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Club

babysitter phone sexBeing part of the bad babysitter phone sex club, I find enjoyable. Honestly, desperate couples hire anybody. I have several different profiles on babysitting sites and I list myself as more of a last-minute babysitter. You know when plans fall through with the regular sitter, I can be the fill in. My profile comes with excellent fake references that can be verified. And pictures of me looking drastically different from my normal platinum blonde big titted looks.

When Oliver called me, he told me he wanted a boy butt this time. Last time he hired me, we took a little girl cherry. He loved it so much. But now he wants to try a young boy ass. I don’t judge. All I do is take their money and find them the little victims of their choice.

And I searched for a few days, then saw an ad to watch a young boy that fit my client’s wants. Now I don’t book every job I apply for, but I book most of them. And after a lengthy vetting process, this couple hired me to be their relief babysitter.

This Sexy Babe Enjoys Being a Naughty Babysitter

And last night, my client used a young boy as his private ass rape porn star. Like always, I drugged the boy’s warm milk that he drinks before bedtime. That would ensure he would sleep through the action. And with boys it seems much easier to hide evidence of an assault. If I’m your accomplice, I will take care of all the cleanup. Once the boy appeared knocked out cold, I put a tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Never need to worry about cum stains on the sheets or their mattress.

And after he fucked that little boy ‘s ass, I gave the boy a douche to flush out the DNA. Now his butt did look battered. That happens when a grown man fucks a young boy’s butt. Or a young girl’s butt. But I have explanations for everything. The boy woke up constipated, and he struggled to poop. But he finally did, and that will explain his sore butthole when he wakes up.

Some Men Prefer a Tight Butthole and I Never Judge

A boy that age can’t articulate to his parents that he’s constipated. Plus, a young boy gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and rarely remembers it. Besides, if anybody gets suspicious, they’ll be looking for a babysitter who’s a ghost. She does not exist. I know people. Traveling in the snuff world that I do, I’ve made many contacts including ones who know how to erase my online presence and supply me with enough fake IDs to take care of all the men who want to fuck some young little girl or a boy.

I’m the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. Truly I am. My client enjoyed fucking that boy ass for a solid hour. Then he left and I cleaned up the mess. Parents came home and found their little angel still sleeping soundly. They paid me and I left. I don’t babysit for the money that the parents paid me. However, I do babysit for the money, the clients who want to fuck a young girl or boy pay me. None of these brats will ever remember what happened to them. And the parents, if they even get suspicious that something nefarious happened on my watch, can never find me.

Mutilation Phone Sex With Scalpels And Acid

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes you crave blood, I will be your accomplice whore today, going out to find  the perfect victim, a young innocent virgin, what better place to look than the park, found the naive little slut in record time, not even ten minutes and she is in the back seat, screaming and begging for her mommy.  

By the time we get back to Masters dungeon the little cunt soiled herself, her pretty pink dress all soiled and wet, shaking with fear, a face full of tears. 

Stop your fucking whining, you should not have talked to strangers I spat! Making her scream louder, a punch to the face and a little hair pulling finally shut her fucking mouth. 

Running her a scorching hot bath to get her all cleaned up and ready to be mutilated, the bath was far too hot which made her cry yet again,  

 I’ve already sharpened my knife and scalpel, everything laid out bedside, once out the bath she is tied up to the bed, spread eagle and naked, her little hairless pussy so plump and puffy. 

Her panties stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams, Master instructs me to spread her pussy lips, carve your initials on her belly, slice her little pussy lips off, her tiny clit too. 

Don’t dry the blood let it run out of her, it will be my lubricant Master growls, as he strips naked and strokes his cock, I apply a sharp studded cock ring on his massive cock, preparing him to shred what’s left of her cunt. 

Now it’s play time! I better go get the acid in the barrel, when Master is done I get to dismember her little lifeless body and dump each piece in acid to get rid of her for good! 

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is The Best Culinary Delicacies

Cannibalism Phone Sex is my darkest culinary art. And you could be on my Menu. I’m Morticia, Your Dark Culinary Killer
Fact is, I savor every trembling word you speak. Coincidentally, cannibalism is my darkest culinary art. First, I strip you bare in my mind and inspect my ruthless loser for tonight’s Menu.
Undeniably, your pathetic cock twitches as I describe sliding a sharp blade across your chest. Furthering the leak as I describe carving slow, deliberate lines while your blood runs hot and sweet.
Next, I tie you down and season every inch of your worthless body with oil and spices. Ultimately, rubbing them deep into your skin until you’re glistening and begging.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is Your Delicious End

Then I fire up the spit and slide you onto it slowly, turning you over the flames. All while I stroke my dripping cunt to the sound of your desperate moans.
Suddenly, the heat builds, and I tell you exactly how your flesh will crisp and crackle. Undeniable, it’s my pleasure, and I’ll slice off the juiciest parts first. The best is to eat them while they’re still warm.
However, the real ecstasy hits when I describe sinking my teeth into your cooked cock, chewing slowly as your flavor explodes across my tongue. Delectable.
Finally, I devour every last piece of you, swallowing your essence while I cum hard. Leaving my body shaking with pure killer lust.
Yet the greatest thrill is knowing you’re completely gone — reduced to nothing but a satisfied meal and a memory. I live for this. I crave the power of turning a ruthless loser into my personal feast.
Call me tonight and become my next dish. I’m already sharpening my knives and licking my lips, hungry for the taste of your total surrender. This is my passion. This is my art. And you’re the perfect main course.
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Mutilation Phone Sex is The Best Because My Pleasure is Your Pain

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes me wet. Now I don’t admit to many guys what turns me on sexually because I don’t want them thinking I want to fuck them. I’m too dominant to be somebody’s fuck doll. But torture arouses me. I just enjoy inflicting pain. But believe it or not this sadistic bitch does have a moral compass. I never torture animals and I don’t torture the innocent.

But I do possess a very lax interpretation of innocent. A man can look at me wrong, and I will take his junk. And on weekends, I like to hunt for worthy victims. The world does not seem short of douche bags or cunts. And sometimes when I’m not even looking for a victim, I find one.

Friday night appeared very rainy, and the roads became slick. I drove responsibly, but so many didn’t. One guy started weaving in and out of traffic, putting him in the wrong lane many times. And he caused an accident. I don’t understand why anybody seems to be in such a rush to wait at a stoplight or get to where they’re going, that they risk causing an accident.

My Moral Compass Might Be Skewed But I Have One

Of course, he sped off after he ran a car off the road. So, I followed this guy so that I could teach him a lesson. In the grand scheme of things being a reckless driver probably doesn’t deserve the death penalty. However, some cock and ball torture sex seems appropriate. This guy caused an accident just to get home in time to watch a college basketball game. I watched him go into his house and immediately turn on the TV and sit down and start cheering for his team.

His house looked like a bachelor pad. I saw no evidence of a woman’s touch. So, I broke in through the back door. I purposely broke something in the kitchen so he would come see what happened. And then I put my knife to his throat and tied him into a chair. I went into the living room and closed his blinds.

Nobody needed to see what I planned on doing to this man. So, once I secured the house and closed the blinds, I dragged that chair into the living room. Then I pulled his worthless dick out of his pants and slipped on a castration band. He drove with some big dick energy. But I do believe the Ken doll I played with as a little girl sported more between his legs. Pathetic.

This Sadistic Bitch will Mutilate Your Junk for the Littlest Offenses

I put a ball gag in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. His whimpering and crying proved distracting. I read him his offenses, and then I carved my name into his cock with a sharp blade. I laughed at him and I told him that I would take from him, not only his balls, but his big dick energy.

The tears in his eyes just made me want to mutilate his junk further. My knives worked overtime carving him up like butcher’s meat. He started to go into shock from the pain, so I smacked him awake. I don’t want anybody to miss the fun.

Well, my fun. Castration phone sex rarely feels like fun to men who cannot accept the fact that they sport tiny, worthless dicks. But eventually, after many cuts to his body and complete mutilation of his dick, I took his balls too. Took the wind out of his sails. I doubt he will drive with big dick energy ever again. Because I neutered him. Brought his balls home as a souvenir. And as a reminder of the good, I have done this world.

Sadistic Phone Sex Vice In The Best Fuck Drug Body

I am Geneva, an Sadistic Phone Sex vice for men to use. In fact, I’m a masochistic little whore who exists only to be broken and humiliated.
Ultimately, I actively crave abuse. The rougher they treat me, the wetter I get. Recently, a man locked me in a tiny metal cage for an entire week. This was because I didn’t make him cum fast enough.
In fact, he fed me nothing but dog food soaked in toilet water. I lapped it from a bowl on the floor like the pathetic bitch I am.  Of course, I deserved every single second of that degradation.
First, he spits thick globs of saliva directly into my face and calls me his worthless cum rag. Then he yanks out his heavy leather belt and beats me mercilessly. Aggressively lashing my ass, thighs, and tits until they turn black and blue. Leaving me sobbing on the floor.

Sadistic Phone Sex is How I Get Destroyed

However, the real ecstasy hits when he draws back his fist and punches me full-force in the face. Ultimately, knocking out teeth and sending me into sweet unconsciousness.
Suddenly, I wake up choking as ice-cold water pours over my broken body. All while his massive fist is already shoved wrist-deep inside my stretched asshole.
The brutal mix of freezing shock and savage fisting rips a violent orgasm out of me. Obviously, I squirt so hard I soak the floor like I’m pissing myself. And my cunt spasming uncontrollably around nothing.
Yet nothing satisfies me more than total destruction. I need a man who will shove my face deep between my massive tits and smother me until I stop breathing. Truth be told, I dream about him pounding my ass and wrapping that belt around my neck. Then holding me down as my lungs burn and my body convulses in one final, pathetic orgasm.
Deep down, part of me hopes he never lets go — that he finally snuffs out this pitiful excuse for a human being.
It’s true, I can only cum when I’m being treated like the lowest, most worthless slut imaginable. The more he degrades, beats, and destroys me, the harder I explode. I actively seek out men who will ruin me completely, because this is exactly what I deserve.
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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Become More Interesting When I am In Charge

medical fetish phone sexI enjoy medical fetish phone sex calls. When I lived my life completely as a submissive whore, many men enjoyed using speculums on me and torturing my girl parts. Some of it I enjoyed. However, most of it exceeded my pain threshold. Now that I live my life mostly as a switch and an accomplice I enjoy exploring medical fetishes with submissive men.

I met Alex at the strip club last year. We’ve been on a few paid dates if you get my drift. But I’ve never fucked Alex. And I never will. He doesn’t pay me to fuck me, but he does pay me for cock and ball torture. Perhaps, you could call Alex a CBT junkie. He always seems to be chasing his next high. We went from ball kicking in the VIP room to using sounding devices lubricated with Ben Gay in his own macabre medical room.

Alex told me he recently turned 35. So, I’m not much older than him. However, he became a millionaire last year when he sold an app to a company. So, I call him boy genius. Big tech mind. But with all that money, he doesn’t want to buy girls to fuck him. He just wants to buy girls for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

So last night, I met him at his place, and we went to his recreated medical room. When I saw the speculums, I thought he might want to explore my pussy. But he wanted me to explore his ass. Cranked it open as wide as I could and put my arm all the way inside of him. Kinky. But he paid me for a job and I planned on delivering.

Medical Torture Seems More Fun When I am the One Inflicting the Pain

So, after he ate my pussy for a solid half hour and even worshiped my ass, I got him on the patient’s table. I dipped the speculum in Ben Gay and made him get into the downward dog position on the medical table.

I cranked his ass open wide. Turned it into the Grand Canyon. While cranked up, I managed to get most of my arm up his ass. Now, I do enjoy fisting men. But this marked the first time I ever put my entire arm up a man’s ass. I scraped the inside of his ass with my long red fingernails too. Since he told me the first night, we met at the strip club, that he considers himself the biggest pain slut in the world, I knew he could handle a few scrapes.

I do believe the Ben Gay hurt him. It burned through his ass. I made him my ass rape porn star. After I finished torturing his asshole, I used a sounding device on his pee hole. And of course, I kicked him in the balls some more, squeezed his balls and made him worship my pussy and ass some more too. Getting paid this much money to torture a man’s ass and his cock, and balls seemed like easy money to me. I’m really letting this domination side of me flourish.

Mutilation Phone Sex Removing Intimate Body Parts From Layla

Mutilation Phone SexThe shadows in my bedroom didn’t just shift; they breathed. I lay there, pinned by the weight of a silhouette I didn’t recognize, the cold steel of a blade pressed firmly against my collarbone. This was the beginning of my Mutilation Phone Sex nightmare, a dark reality where the stranger who broke into my home looked at my limbs like they were trophies to be harvested. 

I could see the cold, clinical hunger in his eyes as he traced the sharp edge of a hatchet down my arm, whispering about which part of me he wanted to keep forever as a souvenir of this intrusion. My breath hitched, a mix of genuine terror and a sudden, forbidden spark of adrenaline as I realized I was completely at his mercy.

He moved with a terrifying precision, his gloved hand gripping my chin as he positioned the blade over my trembling fingers. He spoke about the beauty of destruction, about how much more intimate it would be to take a piece of me away. But then, something shifted in the heavy air of the room. As he ripped my silk nightgown to get a better angle for his work, his breath caught. 

The clinical detachment in his eyes flickered and died, replaced by a raw, primal heat that made my skin crawl and burn all at once. He wasn’t looking at me like a project anymore; he was looking at me like a feast. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, as his gaze traveled from the blade to the curve of my waist. 

The hand that was supposed to disfigure me began to shake, not from hesitation, but from a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust. I could see it through his rough denim… the unmistakable, rock-hard evidence that the sight of my vulnerable body had completely overridden his violent intent. The hatchet clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he realized that taking my life or my limbs wouldn’t satisfy him nearly as much as taking my innocence over and over again.

“Change of plans,” he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that felt even more dangerous than the steel. He didn’t want a souvenir; he wanted the whole, living, breathing thing. He wanted to feel my heartbeat against his chest for hours while he claimed every inch of me he had originally planned to ruin. 

Now, the only thing that matters is the friction, the sweat, and the absolute power he holds over me in the dark. I’m his captive, his toy, and the long, grueling night of pleasure he has planned is going to be far more intense than any blade. You don’t want to miss a single moan as he proves that some urges are even more addictive than blood.