Category: Mutilation phone sex

Snuff Sex is the Best Sex

You love a little excitement and think Goth girls are real freaks. Well babes, you haven’t experienced the ride of your life until you have been hit with my snuff sex. That’s right I will ride your cock and kill you before I cum.

I love going to the club and hearing the great music that fuels my existence. Goth music and hard ass industrial is best. When I get a guy in my chamber I go for some dark harsh noise. This music drowns out the screams that will be emanating from my lover. I will tease him and start to fuck him. I slide out a knife and as I ride that cock I will be playing the stabby game.

My foreplay is some mild carving of sex magic symbols on your chest. My cunt will feel so good and you will be too drunk and drugged to do anything. Besides I have you tied up. After all us Goth girls are kinky freaks right? It’s what you wanted.

However what you get tonight is an extra in the deal. You will get bled to death and maybe, just maybe, lose that dick. Sounds fun doesn’t it? I’ll play some loud Industrial like Ministry or Witch House… well whatever will cover the screams. Are you a screamer?

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Strangulation Phone Sex Rape Fantasy Dream

It was a Strangulation phone sex dream that made me gasping for air as I awoke grabbing at my bedsheet and struggling to understand what was real. Only thing, this actually was not a dream. I was being penetrated and strangled by a strange masked man. This man held a knife to my tit while fucking pounding my pussy with an extremely hateful vigor. His hand was crushing my neck as he had huge hands squeezing tight my neck.

This was obviously not a dream but something very sadistic happening to me and I felt drugged and unable to struggle or move. I could not speak, but I watched, and inside I was dying a slow agonizing death. My body is torn and aching and I just really need to be put out of this misery with some torturous sadistic fucking me out of my mind.

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I Went Looking for Coke and Became an Ass Rape Porn Star Instead

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When you are an underground ass rape porn star, men go savage on your holes. They assume you can handle it because you have been around the block. I was slumming the other night at some hole in the wall bar. I was hoping to find some dudes down to party with me. Some older dudes wanted to dance. I blew them off. Old white dudes often have dick issues and they rarely party anymore. I did not think they were who I should be spending my time with because they likely did not have coke or hard cocks, LOL. I was not there to be wasting my time. They sent over a drink, and I thought a free drink is a free drink. I started to not feel well as I was dancing with some men closer to my age. I got dizzy, so I excused myself to the bathroom. I began puking. I heard someone come into the bathroom, but assumed it was another girl. It was the old men I blew off. All 5 of them pushed their way into the bathroom. This had gangbang rape porn written all over it. Suddenly, they did not look as friendly as they did when I blew them off. They pulled the door off my stall and threw me against the wall. They sodomized me with beer bottles. I was screaming in pain. I was still puking too. I was a hot mess. It hit me that they likely spiked my drink. I got mouthy with them. I told them they had old broken-down dicks and that is why they had to use beer bottles to fuck me. Blood started to trickle down my thighs. I was crying and pleading for mercy. I tried to apologize but it was too late. They said their dicks were not touching a dirty anal whore like me. They said I needed to learn some manners. I do not think I will be going to that bar ever again. I got fucked like a taboo phone sex whore and still got no coke for my pain.

Torture Phone Sex: The Death of a Fake Ass Bitch

torture phone sexI love torture phone sex. I am known as an extreme ball buster.  I do not just stomp on balls, I cut them off too. But as much as I love castrating men, I enjoy torturing women too. I take pride in torturing some bimbo Barbie who thinks her shit does not stink. I run into twats daily. Either I see them on Tick Toc or some other social media platform, or I run into them out and about. Jade is a social media influencer. I do not know her personally. She is just some local girl who thinks her shit smells like roses. She is on Tick Tok daily dissing girls like me. She thinks all women should look like her. She is this skinny girl with big fake boobs and she uses so many filters in her post, she looks like a fucking cartoon character. Yet, for all the fake shit she uses to look “feminine” she wants to dis Goth girls like me. Torture sex would not be good enough for this hypocritical cunt. I hunted her down. It was easy to find her since I dressed up, looking very different from my typical Goth look. I acted like a vacuous cunt who was a follower.

I played to her ego, telling her I was fan girl. I spiked her drink and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. It was where she belonged. Tied up, scared and confronted with reality. She is not the queen bee. She does not get to dictate what a woman should look like when she is a fake bitch. I carved out her fake tits first. She bled and cried a lot when I did that. I was just getting started. I carved out the filler in her cheeks and lips. I fucked her cunt and ass with a sharp blade. I destroyed her perfect body. It was not perfect. It was fake. Everything was fake, except for her death. That was a very real snuff porn. One I will watch over and over again because I am tired of fake ass bitches thinking they are better than the rest of us. You have a fake ass bitch in your life? Let’s get rid of her too.

Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the slut

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Mutilation phone sex calls are the only thing holding me back from taking out every frustration I have on my stupid bitch stepmother. I hate that dumb slut with a fiery passion and would love nothing more than to watch her suffer the most extreme and brutal torture. I have fantasies of rubbing my cunnie and licking her blood from the blade of my knife. That’s after I carve my name into her skin and slice her open a few good times. I’ll pull out whatever organs I can, chew them up and spew them all over her face. Sometimes, I dream about sucking my Daddy’s cock while he’s strangling her with my pantyhose. My cunt gets drenched thinking about looking her in the eyes and throating his dick while she’s gurgling and choking beside me. I decided it was past time to end her after she started a bunch of shit with me recently. I found a guy online that is willing to help me “take care” of her. I left the door unlocked and in a few hours, it will be time to go into her room to watch my accomplice slice her open and start playing in her guts. Tonight is the night that I’ll finally get Daddy all to myself again and her nagging and bitching at me ends forever!

Mutilation Phone Sex: Just A Slice Or Two…

Mutilation Phone SexHe said he wanted some mutilation phone sex fun. That got my pussy wet just thinking about the type of pain the two of us would explore together. However, over the phone just wasn’t enough. The two of us decided we would meet and play in person. After all, I figured it was just a fantasy and we would have a bit of fun. However, I didn’t realize the limits which he was willing to push when we did meet up. He wanted me to be his Mary Vincent. His hitchhiking slut that he would pick up on the side of the road and have his way with. I didn’t think much about it, exhibitionist sex really turns me on. Therefore, when he started down a nearly abandoned road I didn’t think much about that. My young pussy was already beginning to flood my white cotton panties as we drove down the road, with more time between each vehicle that passed. Suddenly he came to a stop and pulled over. I was excited at the thought that I was going to be his dirty little fuck slut. He opened his sliding van door and reached in to grab me out. I pretended to be afraid, pulling and begging him to stop. However, it was a little deterrent, and he chained both of my wrists in the trunk of the van so that he could have his way with me. After about the third fantasy rape, my wrist was going numb and I really begged him to just let me go. However, he pulled out a hatchet and made it clear that I was not going anywhere. He sliced at my arms, chopping one of them off completely. I screamed as he stuffed his hard cock inside my screaming throat. His groans grew louder as blood pooled in the van. Then chop, he removed my other arm as he climaxed, mutilating my body as he came. I cried, my arms now missing as he pushed me over the ledge into a ditch the van was parked next to. He drove off leaving my mutilated body covered in his cum and delight.

Snuff Sex Queen Venus is Never the Victim

snuff sexI am the snuff sex queen. Nothing is too extreme for me. Guys ask me what my limits are and my response is always the same. I only have one limit and that is that I am never the victim. Any man who tries to make me his victim, ends up in the morgue, castrated or sometimes both, LOL. I can go a little into overkill mode when a man thinks he can make me his bitch. Zach is this guy who found out the hard way what a brutal stone-cold bitch I can be. I may not be tall. I may not be strong. But I am smart and I am cunning. I can get the upper hand even on a 6 foot tall strong man like Zach. I met him online. He said he wanted an accomplice for his rape phone sex fantasies. He thought he was duping me. We had arranged a date to meet. He said he had his victim all picked out. That victim was me. I am never the victim. I told him that from the get-go, but I guess he likes a challenge. A challenge he got. I am always prepared for any situation to go sideways. I do not trust any man period. Not even ones who say they want to be my partner in crime. I had a taser on me, as well as a syringe full of heroin. When he tried to force himself on me, I tazed his nuts and shot the needle in his thigh. He fell the ground with a loud thud and did not get back up again. I castrated him first. I used a rusty knife, and never cauterized the wound. I wanted him to never be able to force himself on a woman again. I did not intend to make him a snuff porn star, but he never woke up from the hot shot I gave him. Oops. Me bad. I gave him too much. I had to chop him up with a chainsaw so I could dispose of his body easier. He was 300 lbs of dead weight and I am 110 lbs, LOL. But like I said. I am smart and I am savvy. I carved him up piece by piece and fed him to the coyotes. I kept his balls as a souvenir though.

Evil phone sex miracles are made with my body

Evil phone sexThe French call the orgasm the little death and I am searching for death both large and small during evil phone sex. My ambitions, my passions, my fun, they’re all past issues that don’t matter anymore the moment I’m under a knife or man’s torture tools. I seek out greater pains, greater vengeful wrath meant towards others that he can make my problem. Just last night I found myself sliced into and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips and threatened to make my life another scarcity. He’d told me if I was too loud he’d slit my throat, and I thought he meant it. I felt an incision at my bloody dream flow just after I let out my blissful gasp. The thing is, I was still alive, I hadn’t been fully carved into oblivion yet. A sign of his cowardice, maybe, but also a sign of his desire to keep me around a little longer to wreck, destroy, and treat to an oblivion of orgasmic bliss. Killer phone sex just doesn’t get better.

His cock was somewhere, I wasn’t fully sure. So many blades having nicked me, cut me, turned me into a whining bitch. I couldn’t feel anything properly anymore. Maybe I’d lost too much blood, maybe I’d lost my mind. Maybe it was his meaty need roughing up my insides down low and pushing me towards an edge I hadn’t known I’d needed. Or maybe that was yet another blade, permanently scarring me and destroying me for other men. The difference wasn’t in what was really happening, it’s what he wanted to happen. I was a slutty torture slave for his whims and needs and nothing was going to change that, not even an idealized realization of the dark abyss knife play phone sex.

I’ll Be Your Mother: Slice Me!

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Your mom is such a bitch, isn’t she? Haven’t you ever wanted to torture and kill her? Don’t you dream of slicing her throat open for nagging you  or stabbing her chest for getting in your business? 

You can’t kill her, though. Social conventions keep you from ending that bitch’s life and walking away free. In addition, she makes some amazing food that you would miss if you took a machete and sliced off her head. So, what can someone like you do? You get a surrogate. 

I look just like your mother, don’t I? That is, if your mother was a vulnerable teen cum dumpster. Your mother has been on your ass about some bullshit and someone needs to pay. Take your knife and cut me from clit to tits. Make me scream and wish I was never born. Make deep cuts all over my body to make me feel how you feel right now. Get all of your anger out and, if I haven’t died from blood cut, slice my throat. 

Bloody phone sex with the highest bidder my Master could find.

Bloody phone sexMy master isn’t very selective on who he gives me to for horrendously bloody phone sex. If they can pay and manage to impress him even al little bit, I find myself sold off for a short while like a tool or electronic you can rent at a store. It’s degrading, I belong to master, he deserves my attention and I his! If it was up to me I’d spend all day and night cradling his balls while ensuring his every whim and fancy are tended to. He’d be in his own paradise. Unfortunately it’s not up to me, I have to give my beautiful body to random men, and sometimes those men are like this. Sometimes those men tie me down with metal rope – chains – and don’t care that they’re too tight and are digging into my evil phone sex skin. Sometimes those men are really rough with my bare ass, spanking it hard enough to make it loud. My insides always shift when that happens, squelching a little and forcing a moan from my lips. I don’t like it when that happens, but just like being rented out I don’t get a choice at what my evil body decides to do to my wills and whims. I’m not just a slave to master, I’m a slave to this cursed conditioning and all the lewd ways it makes me a toy to the highest bidder. It doesn’t take me long once I’m tied down and being roughed up to get me gushing and my cheeks red. I’m a blushy girl for a lovely evening on a stone table with a ritual knife. Knife play phone sex actually really gets me going, I love the feeling of my skin being separated while I’m blindfolded and don’t even get a warning. Pain is invigorating and almost makes me forget that I’m not with master making his night a fantasy.