Category: Mutilation phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex Can Be Torture When You are a Druggy Whore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get dark with a woman like me. I like danger. I am a pain slut. I act like I do not know what I am getting into sometimes, but I usually do. I knew when I went to Darren for coke, it was not going to be a simple trade. He is not really the fuck her gently kind of guy. He is a pure sadist. He likes to inflict pain, but he likes to inflict it on willing women. He has this idea in his head that it is much hotter when the woman is so desperate for something that she will willingly go along with whatever torture sex ideas he has in his head. When I showed up at his door, he got this devilish grin. According to him, I am the best pain whore around. He thinks I make him up his game. It is not that he cannot hurt me. I am just such a seasoned pain slut that I can hide the pain well. I need to stop doing that because it makes men like Darren try that much harder to break me. He broke me last night. He really had upped his game. He took me to his basement. He had the big bag of coke in eyesight to keep me focused. He tied me up, so I was slightly suspended in the air. He had ropes and pullies. Being bound tight is not an issue for me. The electric shock he added to the bondage was what put me over my own pain threshold. He was shocking my tits and my clit at the same time, each time increasing the voltage until I could smell my flesh burning. I pissed myself, even shit myself when he shocked my ass. It was close to snuff sex, but I survived. Survived to get my bag of coke. I will see him again, no doubt because I am a druggy pain whore.

 Evil Phone Sex a Thrill for a Kill

I’m your Evil Phone Sex Goddess, Morticia. These inner sinner desires are like tapping the vein. Your urges flow through and course through your cellular structure like you DNA. These inner defaults to sex and violence and murder are your programming. I will short out the kill switch of any piece of worthless ass.

I haven’t the patience to deal with some guy that doesn’t understand his lust for destroying little cunts, or fileting penises of tender vittles. My style is all about pleasure, gruesome animalistic pleasure like a predator with their kill, or prey.

Let us Prey pervert sick fuck and find the next one for our alter. I am menstruating right now and that brings out the super bitch goddess in me that wants to destroy men, boys or anything with a penis. So be aware that you just might be the one on my chopping block!

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Torture sex has a rush like no other!

Torture sexTorture sex has a rush like no other! There is nothing as sexy as rape and torture to me. The smell salty smell of tears and sweat mixed with the iron of blood is one of the most amazing scents. I’d pay top dollar prices to bottle it. My cunt starts to drip, and tingles wash over my body as I hear the cries and moan. Keep whipping her master. I knew we picked a nice ripe victim. I love Rape phone sex fantasies, and the more deprived the better!

Her tiny skirt and ever smaller shirt cried she wanted attention. A real “pick me girl”. Well, we picked that fruit, and she is as juicy as I thought. The way her little cunt explodes as you rape her hard, well that just proves she wanted it. She is moaning and her body twitching as she tried to say she can’t take anymore. The constant forced orgasms is a torture that makes my nipples hard.

I am going to make sure I make a mental note of this whore’s raped and mutilated body as she lays there. She is so fucking hot. I want to help torture her, so I grab a knife and a blow torch. I lite it until the knife as cheery red as her abused little ass hole and then press the knife into her flesh. Ahhh, my second favorite smell invades the room. Her breast as juicy and delicious as any five start restaurants. I love to go slowly make her suffer.

We can prolong this excitement. Torture her for days. Each of us able to have our way with her. She is nothing but a worthless slut who’s only purpose is to please you. I love to help you take what is rightfully yours. Yes, she fights but that just adds to the excitement. I love to watch them fight until they can’t any longer. That or until the accept their fate and know that their life is no longer theirs. Then when we are through with her, I will gladly watch as you extinguish it

Knife Play Phone Sex Has Endless Scenarios for Countless Amounts of Fun

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Knife play phone sex is my favorite. A knife requires skill. There is no skill in shooting someone. If you are close enough, and have even crappy aim, the person is dead or severely disabled. I pride myself on the hunt. I love to play cat and mouse first. Guys never suspect a woman of being a knife wielding fiend. Recently, me and a fellow sadistic bitch arranged a special hunting party. We invited some men on our personal hit lists. They thought it was a sex party. Stupid men. These were small dicked losers who did not deserve their balls, let alone their cocks. We were having a castration phone sex party. We acted like horny sex kittens to get them naked. It did not take much. It was me an Gail and 6 men. Six men who never saw it coming either. We tied them up and they still had no clue we meant them harm. Men think with their cocks. Well, Gail and I cut off their brains. And we did it slow too. Do not feel sorry for them. These men had small cocks and big egos. No brains either. Never saw it coming which I enjoyed. Element of surprise makes it hotter. It was very messy, however. I waited a bit before I cauterized the wounds. I love the site of blood. Other people’s blood of course. Gail and I practice witchcraft. There are so many potent spells you can create with testicles. We severed each loser’s balls. But some of them had such small cocks, we figure what was the point of having them? I mean if my clit is bigger than your dick, I say good riddance. Gail and I created some spells, but we practiced some cannibalism too. I like to eat testicles. They are much better than sheep balls.  I know. I am sick bitch. What can I say? Or torture sex makes me wet.

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I needed the money. I have been trying to get more accomplice gigs, but the rent was due, and I was behind already. I needed a couple grand, and I needed it quickly. The snuff industry pays well. Well, maybe not well for what you must endure, but it is decent enough pay. And the money is cash under the table. Instant money. The director seemed to think I was perfect for whatever it was he had in mind. He told me it was a horror snuff film. I love horror flicks. I always wanted to be a scream queen, and this was my chance. I let out some blood curdling screams and got the part. I would be the star of his next snuff sex porn. It was violent and gory. Just up my ally too. I assumed it would be all simulated like most snuff flicks, but apparently the reason the money was so good is because it was a realistic snuff film.

It was a Little Red Riding Hood theme. They dressed me up just like her with a basket and everything. What I was not prepared for, however, was a man with daggers for fingernails and sharp teeth to jump me. Most snuff flicks are unscripted for a better sense of reality. I was in the fight for my life. The guy’s wolf costume was so realistic and the teeth and fingernails so real too and oh so sharp. When he attacked me, I bled. He sliced my skin. I got so scared. Was I going to die? I love a hot roleplay phone sex call, but then this was not so much roleplay as it was snuff. I ran for my life when I realized whoever this was in a wolf outfit meant me real harm. And he did. I was bleeding from several gashes in my arms and face. I was so scared; I ran right out of the studio and never got my money. I do not think I would have survived if I had stayed anyway.

Accomplice Phone Sex or You are My Victim: No In-between

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. Men have one of two places in my life. They can be my victims, or they can be my accomplices. There is no gray area in between. I am a black and white kind of girl. Emotions fuck everything up, so I do not have any. When I met Mike in a fetish CBT club, I knew he was my victim. Sure, he was handsome. He appeared to have money. But that sort of thing does not get to me like most women. Most girls see a handsome, rich man and they lose their shit. They do whatever it takes even being something they are not to be his girlfriend. Not me. Nope. I am not fooled by shallow things. Men are my accomplices or my victims. Since Mike was in a CBT club, I knew either he had small cock or he was submissive to women, likely both. So, his money and looks meant nothing to me. I could mutilate his junk with some torture sex without a second thought. And I did. He had a small willy. One that would not have been any use to me. Not sure it was of much use to anyone actually. Well, now there are no cock and balls. He wanted the torture. I think he thought I would just trample his junk in a pair of high heels like most dominant women. I am not like most anyone. I do what I want to whom I want and when and where I want. Sure, I had on some spiked heels and trampled his worthless nut sack until I popped a nut. I used my knife for the rest. I violated the club’s policy of no weapons, but I do things my way and only my way. I used my big old knife that I use for castration phone sex calls. I severed his cock from his balls and mutilated his junk. I mean it was of no use to me or any woman anyway.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Bloody Fantasies

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You have been such a naughty man, punishing those little sluts without me using all my chains and knives like you own them. Now it’s my turn to torture you, how I love watching you moan and groan- I have yet to make you scream. Oh darling I know you don’t understand how I have strapped you up with those arms so tight above your head and that heavy weight holding your hard cock down. But it’s satisfying to me knowing you can’t get yourself out ahahah! Placing those hooks deep into the skin of your thighs so I can tug and lift your legs as I please getting ready to rape you with this big black cock strap on makes me so fucking excited. I know that weight pulling on your hard cock as you get lifted in the air is going to make those balls feel like they are getting torn off and that’s exactly what I need babe. I want to rip your cock clean off while the rest of your skin gets peeled and that ass gets stretched out as you beg for fucking mercy.

Snuff Movies: I Went from the Star to the Executioner

snuff moviesI have done my share of snuff movies. When I got the call from a director, I have done a lot of work for, I was excited. He pays well and always has the most creative and violent death scenes in his snuff flicks. He did not want me for the starring role this time. He wanted me to be the executioner. This was a private film for one viewer only. Men with lots of money can buy anything they want, even a customized snuff film. I would be the bad ass bitch bringing a young ingenue to her death. Not just delivering her to a man who means her harm, but this time I was asked to kill the darling too. My cunt got so wet at the idea of being the executioner on a teen rape porn. When I arrived at the studio, I saw a lot of faces I knew. Everyone seemed pleased to have me back in the studio again, I have not been with this this snuff studio since before COVID. I was going to enjoy my new role as the bitch in charge of the bitch. I had her strapped to a table naked. She was so scared. Before I killed her, I let men fuck her senseless. She was screaming bloody murder as men with huge cocks split her tiny cunt in two. Once that cunt was bloody and gaped, I began inserting things like baseball bats and my fists to stretch her to the point of destruction. I snipped her nipples and cunt lips off. I burned her clit. Torture sex gets my pussy soaking wet. Being the executioner does not suck. Plus, I look great in black latex. This girl screamed in so much agony as I mutilated her girl parts. It is good to be the Queen. The Queen of accomplices.

Mutilation Phone Sex Means Fun with Your Cock and Balls for Me

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex takes all kinds of forms. I am a cock mutilator by trade. I loved to ruin a man’s junk just because I can. I carve up little sluts too, but that is mostly for profit. Castration and cock and ball mutilation is for personal pleasure. I am not one of those women who believes men rule the world. There are plenty of men who do not deserves their cocks or the balls. I am not talking about perverts who diddle little ones. I am talking about chronic masturbators. Men who try to force their tiny dicks on grown women like me. I am talking about tools who think they can dominate a woman just because they have balls. Balls are not some badge of honor and they do not give you certain rights. In fact, I will argue that balls are a privilege not a right, and therefore your privilege can be revoked whenever I want.

I revoked Lawrence’s balls. He is a fucking neighborhood loser with a tiny dick. A peeping Tom. He also drugs women’s drinks to take advantage of them at community events and parties. I put an end to all that. I cannot have a major creeper in my community continuing to violate women. He needed some free castration phone sex. Oh, he paid but not with money, LOL. I drugged him at a neighborhood block party. I usually am not very neighborly, but this loser needed put in his place forever. I switched his drink with the drink he laced to give to some unsuspecting woman. When he was acting drunk, I escorted him home along with a few neighborhood women who wanted some revenge. It is called Karma, Lawrence. You cannot drug women and fuck them and expect nothing to come back on you. He met Karma that night. He was intoxicated but coherent enough to know what was going on. Coherent enough to feel the pain of several women giving him back what he is ode tenfold. Torture sex does not even describe what us girls did to his junk. We carved our names into the flesh of his cock. We severed his balls. We anally tortured him with household objects. And we made him a eunuch. He will no longer be slipping women mickies to take advantage of him. Karma always comes back to you guys, and if I find out about your predatory behavior, I will bring Karma to you sooner.