Category: Mutilation phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex Roleplays Get Violent with a Coke Whore Mommy

taboo phone sexIt is always violent taboo phone sex when my son calls me to play. He knows what a coke whore his mommy is. He brought a big brick of pure cocaine with him when he visited me last night. I live on a diet of coke and cum. I am a skinny old coke whore. It is not pretty. I have let myself go. All I think about is coke. It is all I want. When my son calls, I beg for coke. He always gives it to me too, but it comes at a price. He is technically savvy. He has all these fans on the dark net who love to watch him get brutal with his mommy. I mean brutal. His fans pay to watch our violent phone sex stream. I was not wearing my son’s favorite colors last night which are black and blue. He started going Mike Tyson on me and making my face turn pretty colors. Do not feel sorry for me though. I am an old whore. He gave me so much coke, I barely felt his fists hitting my face. Destroying my ass is what his fans at home really love to see. He shoved his fist in my ass to pull out my asshole. He prolapses me every time. He put a zip tie on my ass and punched my prolapse a few dozen times too while his fans at home jerked off and tipped. I know my boy loves me, but I am his cash cow too. Without our live shows, he makes no money. He needs money to get me coke, so I must do these streams to carry my weight. The real show is when he fucks my pee hole. He calls me a 4-hole wonder. I always thought I only had three holes, until my son showed me the error of my thinking. He fucked my pee hole until it prolapsed too. My son is into torture sex. He is my boy though and I know he loves his mama. He does this all so I can keep getting coke.

Evil Phone Sex Sadistic Satan’s Mortician – Morticia

You ever fall into Dark thoughts and fantasies that make your cock rage? I think Evil phone sex with a viscous and enchanting dark goddess like me, Morticia is what you crave. Possibly an accomplice experienced with the darkest desires of yours.

Some of the fun sessions with me have been decapitating a bitches head and her daughters. All of this bloody goodness happened while the client paid me to do the bloody sadistic shit while he fucked them. Like I was paid to take a weapon of my choice, and chainsaws are great fun for cutting heads and limbs. So, really he would fuck then and they start to scream.

The screaming of their holes violated as we tied them down first and cut their clothes off. Then I left him to molest and fondle his daughters virginal holes in front of his wife, her mother. I went and lubed up the chains and blade. I return while that whore wife was screaming and trying to break loose as he laughed at her and spit on her and kept fucking that virgin hole bloody.

He had such a nice big cock that I put the chainsaw down and took it into my mouth and sucked all of her innocence that was stolen from daddy’s big fat cock. It was delicious. Then I sat on that bitch and started to dismember the daughter and the head last to watch what mommy got.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration Play

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone. I do not even own a gun. Honestly, I find a knife to be a better instrument of human destruction. Every victim of mine gets the knife. Maybe I just torture them with castration, or I kill them by evisceration. Either way, I am using a knife. I have thousands of knives. Many I inherited from my grandpa, my mentor. He taught me how to hunt my prey. He told me there is no valor or honor in killing with a gun. A gun requires no skill. It is mostly luck. I was a young teen girl when I helped him castrate a man. That was my first castration, and it filled me with a love for castration phone sex and knives. My grandpa did not kill this man. At the time, I wondered why. But I grew to appreciate his methods. Castrating a man is leaving him with a daily reminder of his sins. It is forcing him to live a celibate life. It takes the wind from his sails and leaves him unable to fuck or procreate. My grandpa’s victim was a P man. He was diddling little girls in the community. My grandpa caught him red handed too when he fucked my first cousin when she was itty bitty. He was a family friend, a pillar of our community. He would be a disgrace if it ever came out what he was doing behind closed doors. My grandpa could have killed him. Should have killed him for his crime was grave and personal. But grandpa told me you do not shit where you sleep. Torture sex, however, when you have something over your victim, is the next best thing. That was an important lesson for a future killer to learn. This man would not say anything about his forced castration because my grandpa had film of him fucking his young granddaughter. Leverage, my grandpa told me, is a powerful motivator for silence. That man never diddled another girl again and he never told the police that my grandpa and me castrated him. Be careful who knows your dirty secrets.

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Torture sex Confessions with my now dead, therapist!

Torture sex I opened up about my liking for Torture sex involving tiny ones to my therapist.. I am sure as she took her last breath of air in front of her traumatized little she regretted the career she chose. Out of all the things she could have been; she decided to fiddle with the minds of the “mentally ill” she should have seen it coming! I got really nervous and jittery, I felt it.. She was going to have me sectioned.. I knew I shouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to tell her this.. I told her what I had done over the weekend.. She was questioning the scratches on my arms and face and I sort of just blurted it out..

As I opened up to her my eyes expanded, I envisioned the twit that I picked up from a school ground nearby after one of our sessions.. I could see her pale skin turn gray as I watched her body slowly give out after ripping her cunt to shreds. I accidentally mentioned my accomplice Tom Hicks, He always told me that a rat is worse than a snitch.. A rat is someone who physically participated and turned out to be a traitor; a rat deserves nothing but death! I fell into a trance, as if I were watching one of those Snuff movies and I were the narrator.. Mutilation phone sex

I described the noises she made as I strangled her to death with a thin wire.. I pulled the wire so tight I watched her neck squeeze like an orange and pop right off her shoulders.. He fucked her cunt while she still had a heart beat, headless.. As soon as he got through, releasing inside of her; like a scavenger I got down and punched her walls back, scooping the bloody nut out and rubbing it all over my face and body.. It was a personal sacrifice, we sacrifice once a year on Easter Sunday to awaken the demons.. Its our Sadistic belief that doing the most evil prevents the resurrection of the man in white. 

Her pretty little fluffy dress was covered in blood.. Her eyeballs on the ground beside her dead body like marbles.. I jacked his cock off from the inside of her asshole after removing the wall that separated her pussy from her ass.. He shot his final load inside of her and then we tossed her in murky water for the piranhas to dispose of her remains! He was my first Mutilation phone sex client, he took mutilating the youth to a beyond desirable level! 

Evil phone sex gets more and more brutal by the pump

Evil phone sexI want to be a burden that’s beaten and starved and treated to the worst evil phone sex imaginable.. It’s the best place in the world to me when I’m unwelcome yet forced to stay. My dark fantasies flow through me like an energy, and I seek out suffering like a force of nature. My abusers are my favorite people, and I always come back even if I manage to escape because I can’t imagine life without them. There’s something primal and amazing about getting fucked hard into a cold floor while I make it warm with spilt blood. My memories are always a haze, one moment to the next a journey I’m not quite there for. Dissonance is my true name, and that’s why I don’t have a story for you today. I have many stories, all bleeding together like my wounds in a puddle after killer phone sex. Was yesterday when they stuffed me with a dildo so large and bumpy it ripped me open? Was yesterday when I was forced to suck men back to back without even a break to breathe, every single one so deep I saw spots until eventually I blacked out? Was yesterday when I had to teach a class about sadism with a hands on practice? My life is an action packed adventure and I’ll struggle to tell you when something happened, but if all you’re looking for is a story you’ll get one from me. You’ll get a lot of stories from me, an infinite antiquity of selfish and painful memories are stored deep in my skull. Care to try and beat them out of me, or pry them out with clawed fingers and an ice pick? My dark skin set me up for this, but I took off running, and here I am, ready for another session of brutal knife play phone sex.

I Never Thought You Would Stab Me In the Back!

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I thought we were both having fun. We had victims galore, young clueless girls who didn’t know that not all strangers were helpful and nice. They saw that I was young like them and didn’t have any reservations when I wanted to take them to a secondary location. Once we got them inside, it was over for them. We tied them up or let them run around the house. No matter what, you always ended up skinning one of them and stabbing them to death. When you would let me, I would stun them and slice their throats so they can bleed out like a pig. Now that we haven’t had any good catches lately, you have been moving your gaze towards me. You don’t care that I was your lead to find young girls. You have an urge and you need to fulfill it. That’s why I’m in the chair where I have tied countless girls before, scared to see whether you will skin my face or my tits first.

Fucking a Bloody Nugget Until It Dies

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I can’t believe what you’ve done to my body!

First, you stalked me and kidnapped me. I was once a college student with a bright future and you turned me into your prey. Once you had me in your clutches, you took me to an abandoned barn where you had all your tools. You didn’t care that I was screaming my lungs out because no one could hear me where you were located. All you needed to do was strap me onto the table and get to the next phase. This next part is the one you love: slicing my arms and legs off. First, you start with the legs and ask me if I would like to walk out of there. Obviously, I am crying from the pain and there is no possible way that I could answer. You take that as a sign that I would like to stay and slice my arms off too. Nuggets are hard to find these days, and you don’t want to have to track one down when you can make your own. That’s why you have no qualms getting your cock out and pounding my pussy right after you mutilated me. Fucking me while I’m dead maximizes the time you get to have fucking a nugget, so you had no qualms turning me around and slamming your cock in my ass after I bled out and died.

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Pastime

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a favorite pastime. This is Bob. Bob used to have balls. Now, this is a good castration. A clean castration. That is because Bob paid to have his balls castrated and he was a not a punk ass about it. Most of my castrations are messy. I have no problem using a dirty blade and giving you a jagged scar if you piss me off. Not all guys are like Bob. If you know what is good for you, you should be like Bob. Terry did not heed my warning to be like Bob. Bob is the poster boy for how to act when getting castrated. Terry, however, is the poster boy for what happens when you are not a simp like Bob. Terry paid me to castrate him. He then tried to back out and get his money back. I operate on a no refund policy only. I do not take kindly to men who waste my time or try to get their money back. Torture sex is sort of my thing, and I will do it regardless if you pay me or not. If you pay me though there is no going back. You can not show up like Terry did, but I will find you. I will hunt you down with the dirtiest blade I have and remove your balls. Also, I will not even cauterize the wound either. Or if I do, instead of a nice stitch job to stop the bleeding, I can use the bottom of a hot frying pan and leave a nasty scar. Tony was a little wimp who got cold feet but wanted to sue me when I would not give him his money back. I told him to tell a judge he paid me for castration. I knew he was just playing a game thinking he could bait me, but the joke was on him. Not only did he get a nasty castration, but he also got snuff sex because I killed him. Be like Bob. Don’t be like Terry.

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Rough sex till I bleed, please I love it. Bloody phone sex is a must with me. Daddy puts coke in front of me. My daddy tells me to do lines till I get horny. Yes, it goes straight to my clit. Watch me beg for that cock. I am always begging for that cock. There’s nothing that I need more than blow and rough sex. My master makes me call him daddy.

When he fucks me, it’s always roughly. Oh, how my pussy quivers when he’s around; my body can feel his presence.

Watch daddy fuck me hard till I bleed all over. Gosh, with each thrust, a blood-curdling scream creeps out of me. Daddy, don’t stop keep using me and make me your coke whore always.

Domination Phone Sex with a Sexy Switch Who Will Take Your Balls and Micro Penis

domination phone sexHe called me for domination phone sex because he knows I am a sexy switch. He was a total pansy with a small dick. He did not need that dick that was how small it was. It was a micro penis. I say was because now he has no dick or balls. Oh, do not feel sorry for him. He had it coming. He wanted his junk gone. Okay, maybe he did not want his dick gone, but once I ruined his balls, I was not in the mood to stop there. I have a philosophy. If your dick is less than 3 inches, what is the point? On a good day it looks like a clit. On a bad day, it is a frightened turtle hiding in its shell. I love castration phone sex calls. Yes, I know castration is the removal of the testicles, but some guys are just so annoying or so worthless or both like this caller, that I want to take the entire kit and caboodle.

Blake had been IMing me for months. Really, he was yanking my chain to the point I have had murderous fantasies about him. I never thought he would call me. I thought he was just some broke wank. Turns out he is a wank, but not so broke. He just cannot get a woman unless he pays for her. Sound like you? Blake is not that different from most of my pathetic loser callers. Perhaps no one else has wanked me as hard for months before, but he was just desperate for female contact that messaging me incessantly at least gave him contact with a hot woman. He knew when he called though just how pissed off I would be. I did not stop at the torture sex of his balls. I took his micro penis too. The funny thing is I chopped it off with a regular old steak knife. Not a very sharp blade, but small worthless wieners are not hard to cut off. I likely will never hear from Blake again. Only so much you can do with a man once you have neutered him. Some of you losers are just so pathetic you will do anything to get my attention, even beg for castration.