Category: Mutilation phone sex

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife play phone sex

I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex for a Man of the Cloth

I was staying at a Hostile over the Summer when I went to Europe. And all I could think about was Mutilation phone sex with a few of these lame fucks staying there. Most were testosterone fueled morons that a drop of alcoholic drink made total morons.

On my last weekend there, I had a Priest staying in the room opposite me. He was young and kinda cute in his damned costume. I would just tease him and flirt with him. One night I snuck into his room after I took some ecstasy while out at a club. I seem to get bolder and more demanding on that shit.

In fact I found myself tying the man of the cloth up and building an alter with candles and a dagger. My thoughts were very dark. Seeing him he was getting so fucking hard. As I undressed I put his priest robe on. And then I crawled on top of his naked body and straddled his hard dick as I chanted every blasphemy I could think of and rode that big cock. I squeezed the cum from him.

Slipping off of him and knowing I made him break his vow of chastity I laughed. I sat and slipped the ritual dagger in my cunt and worked myself into an orgasm squirting his jizz onto the blade. I slit my cunt a little bit to mix my blood. Dipped it into wine and made him drink. This was the hottest shit. I was needing to catch my flight and ran out changed and grabbed my bag. I fled to the airport and that was the end of that.

Heaven knows I would have enjoyed Mutilation Phone Sex …

Heaven knows I would have done far more fucked up shit with him and maybe have him transfer to the satanic side. But fuck knows, maybe he has.

Mutilation Phone Sex

Snuff Movies for Street Vengeance

snuff moviesI am known for my snuff movies. I make all kinds, but they are all brutal. Very brutal. I guess you could call me a gore whore. The bloodier the better. I was going to just torture this one guy. He was a total tool. A jerk who has an unhealthy habit of predatory behavior. I was hired by a girl he stalked to castrate him. She wanted to make sure he never ruined another woman’s life. He is some trust fund boy who thinks the world owes him. He will never face his consequences because he uses his money to make sure he has no consequences. My client just wanted his balls gone, but she hired a sadistic phone sex bitch. This guy deserved more than that. I stalked him for a few days to learn his habits. I watched him do a ton of predatory things and just shrug his shoulders like it was no big deal. Asshole. Self-entitled douche bag.  He needed to suffer. Hell, he needed to die. I know my Goth looks are not what he liked. But I can be a chameleon. I donned a blonde wig. Put on a club dress and high heels. And set the bastard up. He never saw it coming. He was still perplexed when he woke up. But he quickly realized he was in trouble, deadly trouble. I had my camera rolling and I got right into. I told him his litany of crimes and how I was summoned to make him pay for his crimes since the legal system failed his victims. He looked scared when he saw my big knife. He pissed himself when I put the knife under his balls. I told him to smile for the camera and then the torture sex began. I cut his balls off like I was paid to do, but I chopped his dick in half too. That was for fun. I sliced it in the right place so blood spurted everywhere like a severed head. I carved him up like a piece of meat. My client got her pound of flesh and a lot more. I cannot let such a tool live. Not one with money because he will escape justice every time. No one, however, is above my street justice. No one.

Strangulation Phone Sex to Snuff Me Out

Strangulation phone sex is just the thing some guys love to snuff me out with. It’s true that these men will go so far as to put a gun in my mouth. Then, with their hands around my neck taunt me. This happens when I am part of a gang rape porn fantasy. Getting gaped and ruined by a massive beast cock first.  Followed by them blowing my whore brains out. Leaving me as a dead whore, my rightful demise.

The wildest fantasy I had last night in form of a dream. It opened with me strapped to a gurney.  In this dream I was being violated by a massive machine cock of an automaton man (or robot). As a matter of fact this got even wilder.  As that was happening and intense, it wasn’t all. The scene was graphic with a few other of this automation robot men type. One was on either side of me and one at my head. This one was sawing my head off. The two on my sides were cutting off my hands. This was such a weird dream and I woke seriously horny.

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Strangulation Phone Sex and Torture for Pervert Stepdaddies

strangulation phone sexDo you like strangulation phone sex?  I sure do. The first person I ever strangled was my stepfather.  He crawled into my bed one night and thought he could molest me. He had no idea what a sick bitch I already was. I did not kill him that first night though. I squeezed his throat hard and kneed him in the groin to get him off me, then screamed bloody murder until my mother came into the room. She believed me because she found him in my room with his pants down. Hard to explain that. She kicked the bastard to the curb. I left marks on his neck from trying to choke him out. I have not seen that poor bastard in over 20 years, but guess what? He walked into my Goth bar and sat next to me. He had no clue who I was either. I slipped a roofie in his beer when he was not looking. When it kicked in, I took him to my car and drove him to my cabin in the woods. I was finally going to get my revenge. I planned on strangling him because it was long overdue. But torture sex first. If you have a dick but do not know how to use it for good, I am going to take it away from you. When my dear old ex stepdaddy woke up, I twisted a scalpel down his urethra, making him scream in agonizing pain. I attached a shock device to his balls too sending painful electrodes through his body with every movement. I was not done yet.  I have lots of torture devices I inherited form my grandpa. He was a collector of the macabre. I have this Victorian torture device called a Jugum Penis. It looks like a bear trap.  It is old and rusty too, but once the trap snaps closed it’s like having your junk in a mouse trap with teeth. While he screamed and cried in pain, I straddled his chest and strangled him to death yelling at him, “Remember me now, pervert?” He should have died when I was a schoolgirl. But he is my snuff porn star now. And like I said, better late than never.

Dizzy Slut Tortured and Given the Electric Chair

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These restraints are too tight. You tie me up to a chair with some rope while I have hand and foot restraints. I am begging for you to let me go. You see me struggling and laugh, your cock getting harder with every jiggle of my tits. I am helpless and you know it too. You leave the room and come back with electric nodes to place on my body. I try to get away, but my efforts are pointless. You place them on my nipples, increasing the intensity every 10 seconds. I scream, I cry and I beg for mercy but you have no compassion. By the time you are done, my nipples are fried off of my tits. This gets you even harder in preparation for what you are about to do to me. Tears are streaming down my face at the loss of my nipples, unaware that I am tied to an electric chair. You pull the switch and watch me convulse until I perish. Sluts like me don’t need nipples in hell. 

Knife Play Phone Sex for Castration Play

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is more popular than you think. I am a sick bitch. Knifes are my best friends. Men love knifes too and for a variety of reasons. But here is a key difference between men and me when it comes to using knives. Some men like the idea of being able to cut off their own balls, but they cannot use a knife on themselves. They try, but fail. Me, however, I have no problem taking your junk. I am a castration junkie. If you are too much of wimp to cut off your own balls, I will do it for you. They are just useless anyway, right? I met Tim on the Dark Net. He wanted to be castrated. He thought he could do it himself, but he wanted me to watch. I have a fee even for just watching and encouraging men to remove their own junk. He agreed to my fee and terms. He bought an elastrator which is a castration device that is used on sheep and cattle. It can be used to snip tails too. They are not meant to be used on humans, so I knew this would not work. I brought my sharp knives. I knew this guy was too much of a loser for his own torture sex. Most men are. They become big babies at the sight of their own blood or when their balls start to turn blue. He put the band on his balls, then wussed out. He was screaming in pain wanting me to use the device he got on Ebay. I could not hold back the laughter. That band was not coming off because it is not meant to come off. His balls were turning blue quickly. I told him I could put him out of his misery for another $5,000. He did not want to pay me. I am not taking your junk for free. I told him I was happy to watch his ball sack shrivel up and die. I assured him it would be excruciating pain that way. Or, he could pay me for castration phone sex and I would slice his decaying balls off swiftly, ending that unbearable pain. He had to think about it, but the pressure got to be to much and he caved and paid me. One slice and those black balls were removed. Yeah, do not try to castrate yourself, loser. Hire a professional like me to help.

The worse date ever

bloody phone sex

We matched! What a handsome guy I thought, looking at the notification on my screen. I alre dy knew he was because we took some classes together and he was really popular. ,I sho ld have known it was too good to be true. The gu  never even gave me a second look and made fun of my lack of curves. It did ‘t stop me from thinking maybe he had changed his standards and would give this slim girl with the crooked nose a chance. Call i  low self-esteem all you want, but when you live in a city that’s as fickle as the south beach, you know damn well that looks matter, but also, things are everchanging.  We ch ted for days, and he invited me over. I thou ht he was joking about his fascination withth bloody phone sex. When w  had our first date, he showed me tons of videos of snuff stuff. I thou ht he was pulling my leg, but then he cornered me and told me to get ready to bleed. All his friends wanted a piece of me.

Torture Sex Includes Cock and Ball Torture with This Sexy Switch

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I have decades experience being the torture sex victim. Now, I get to do the torturing. Never thought I would enjoy the role of the sadistic, but being a switch is so much fun. I hooked up with this guy I met at a fetish club the other night. He presented himself as a man with a huge cock, but when we got a private room, I soon discovered that was a lie. I have no clue in what universe he thought 3 inches hard was a big cock. I decided to torture his genitals. This man thought he was going to dominate me with his cock. But he had no cock to dominate me with. He had a clit. I was not letting a man with a clit stick dominate me. I was not stronger than him, but I had on some high heels. The kind of heels that I had on could rupture a testicle. I kicked him in the balls. This was a BDSM club and CBT is part of the BDSM world. I brought him too his knees quickly. Once he was down, I had him in my control. A few more swift kicks and he was wishing he was in a snuff porn because that would be death. Women like me know how to inflict pain. I was a victim too long to loser men. I did not know better then because it was how I was raised. Years of being in the BDSM world has taught me a thing or two. Now, I am only submissive to real men. That means if you have a cock I can feel, I might be your slave. But if you have a pinky finger between your legs and try to dominate me, I will crush your balls, fuck your ass with my stiletto heal and toss in some castration phone sex for fun. That shrimp dick loser will think twice before trying to dominate a woman with something so small again.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Torture and Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite because my weapon of choice will always be a sharp blade. I love to sink a knife into a tender belly or use it cut off testicles. I think a knife requires more skill and has more uses than a gun. My grandfather used knifes. He was a hunter and not just of animals. I have shared some things about my late grandfather with my callers and readers of my blogs. But this is a story I never shared. Once, when I was a little girl, a friend of my father’s tried to touch me. I kicked him in the balls and made sure he knew I would stab him in the heart if he tried to touch me again. Even at that young of an age, I was a little ball buster. I told my dad and my grandfather. My dad was useless to me in that moment, but my grandfather had my back. My grandpa gave me my first taste for castration phone sex. That day I learned about revenge as the best justice. My grandfather invited this guy to go hunting with him but did not tell him he was the one being hunted. I was with my grandpa when Tim showed up. My grandpa played dumb and so did I. We went to the middle of the woods and that is when my grandpa showed his true colors. He pinned Tim to the ground and took his pants off. I was standing next to them holding a big knife. I was not scared or nervous either. My grandpa always had my back. Tim was fighting and screaming, but no one to hear him but the wild animals. My grandpa was a strong man. He held Tim down and instructed me what to do. I took a man’s balls for the first time as a schoolgirl. There was a lot of blood and screaming, but the torture sex made me want to do it again. We left him in the woods. He would either crawl back to civilization or be bear food. Never saw Tim again. He became a missing person that day, so I assume he became bear food. Or my grandpa went back and buried him in the woods. Either way, Tim the predator would never prey on a young girl again.