Category: Mutilation phone sex

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too, But Mine Make You My Bitch

rape phone sex fantasieDo you have rape phone sex fantasies for me? I’m here to warn you that you best not explore those fantasies. No man who ever tries to fuck me against my will lives to see the next day. Let this serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when you try to flip the script. I am dominant. And that means I am not your bitch. But you can be mine.

Ernie hired me for a job. And I told him he could be my accomplice or my victim, but I would never be his victim. And he acted like he understood. Plus, he said he didn’t want to do anything to me anyway. But he likes Goth girls. He wanted my help kidnapping, force fucking, and maybe even killing a Goth babe. I don’t have many rules in my life. But I do have a couple. One, I’m not your victim. Two, I don’t assist with anything involving a fellow Goth girl.

But he lied to me. The guy did not appear too bright.  He paid me for the job, which was to kidnap, torture, and kill a hot teen slut. I’m not a teenager anymore. He knew my rules before he paid me. I always require the money upfront in case they try to flip the script. Ernie had a death wish. He fucked with the wrong woman. And now he’s dead.

Men Think with Their Dicks and That Gets Them Dead Around Me

But I made him my ass rape porn star before I put him out of my misery. No guy fucks me against my will. I’m stronger than I look. But mostly I’m just smarter than any man because I don’t think with my dick. The moment I could tell he intended to make me his victim, I pulled out a huge knife, scared the shit out of him and tied him to his bed. In my bag of tricks, my assassination bag I guess you could call it, I keep a huge dildo with shards of glass glued to it. So, when I fucked him in the ass, he bled worse than a stabbing victim.

You should’ve heard him scream like a bitch. Music to my ears. Can’t come for me without consequences and the only consequence for coming after me is death, but with a lot of torture first. This loser really thought he could overpower me. But once that torturous dildo entered his ass, I think he understood who was in charge. I just enjoy pegging a man’s ass who deserves it. And for some I ruin their asses. Ernie learned a valuable lesson the hard way.

Torture Serves as Foreplay to Me

I fucked his ass with my malicious dildo so long and so hard that I prolapsed his ass and shredded it. His ass now looked like raw hamburger meat. He turned out to be such a wuss too. He passed out several times. But I revived him. You need to feel torture. Nobody sleeps through my torture.

Sometimes I felt like I could fuck him like this forever, but I knew I had to put him out of my misery. Men like that, I can’t trust. And they’ll just continue to try to abuse women who aren’t nearly as strong as me. So, eventually, I slit his throat. And I kept fucking him until he bled out. Dumb ass deserved death.

Never feel sorry for a loser like Ernie. He won’t try to force fuck a Goth taboo phone sex bitch again. Some men just seem so stupid. I wonder how they remember to breathe.

Sadistic Phone Sex With Victim Vixen Fuckable Faith, The Prom Queen Teen Dream

Sadistic Phone SexSadistic Phone Sex is the Best form of cold blooded revenge. Get those feelings out. Kill me, However you choose. Fuck me first, and then off me. Get off with me Then kick my bucket. That Much needed feel, of just breaking some shit. Just breaking a person instead. Everyone has a bitch that should really be the next victim of a serial killers. You know the type, just a Bitch that deserves to die. So End her fucking life.

Just talking about killing a whore, makes me moist.

For Me, I hated those perfect fucking cheerleaders. That’s why In High School, I fucked all their boyfriends, and the Captain? Oh I fucked her Daddy, then told her I fucked him so good I may end up being her new step mom. That was hotter than killing her. I Just literally ruined her life, but I’ll admit I thought about killing her stupid ass, many times.

Im writing about this, because I got a letter yesterday. The Letter read, as follows:

Hi You Dumb Bitch,

You don’t know me, even though you should. We spent years together in the same school, and you never acknowledged me. Once in science class you were supposed to be my partner but you begged someone to change with you so you could Partner with Gage instead. If you only knew about the things I’ve thought about doing to you for the past 2 years, you would live in fear. I even voted for you to be Prom Queen. As much as i hate to admit it I’ve wanted to stick my dick in all your pretty holes. I had the biggest crush on you. At one point I even thought I was in love with you. Being the stupid fucking cunt you are, you never gave me the time of day. 

Faith, I don’t want to just fuck you, I dream of doing far worse. I’ve thought about sewing your asshole shut and feeding you laxatives. Trimming your eye lids off and giving you sleeping pills. Having you sit in your prom Dress. Not giving you a toilet and only allowing you to cover it in your excrement. Making you wear it while I keep you for weeks in my basement, and when I take your life, I’ll mail it to your mother. I’d keep it on you so you’ll get horrible skin infections. Still, that would be too good for you. No, you don’t deserve an easy way out.

You won’t get one either

I will feel you on my cock. My dick will be the Last one you will ever cum on. I’m going to get to see what you feel like Faith, from the inside. I’m going to use you to make me feel good, in the most sadistic and evil ways possible. I can’t wait to take your life, you stuck up, snobby, goody-two-shoes, Prom queen Bitch. You’ll regret ever ignoring me. You worthless cunt.

I want to rip you from Asshole to cunt, and that’s the nicest thing I’ll do to you. I went to an STD support group just to make friends recently. I’ve gotten quite close to a few. I want all of them to fuck your holes. That seems fitting for a whore. Then, I will take out every sick, wicked and evil fucking thought I’ve ever had on your worthless body. You will be nothing but a mangled mound of blood, guts and brain matter, When I’m finished. I wanna burn you. Drown you. Strangle you. Cut you into fucking bits and feed you to my dog. A bitch to feed a bitch. That seems appropriate.

I’m going to get you, Faith. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

Just Know I’ll record it all So I can cum every single time knowing I killed a bitch like you

Yours Truly,

Me

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Give You What You Want

accomplice phone sexAlthough I love accomplice phone sex calls, I sometimes get a guy who just wants me to inflict cock and ball torture. And I’m always game for that. In a way, I find it therapeutic. It’s a good way to get back at all the men, especially in my youth, who hurt me. Men who gang banged me, sodomized me and tortured me sexually for their own amusement.

So, Danny paid me $2000 to mutilate his junk. When he suggested it, I said hell yes. Although I didn’t know the guy, I just pictured my father and all his poker buddies who loved to fuck my jailbait holes. I have always wanted to give daddy and his friends some good cock and ball torture sex. But I don’t even know if any of them are still alive. To me, this seemed like easy money. So, I put on my highest heels and met him at his place.

But I did strap a little gun to my thigh, just in case he decided to fight me. You can never be too safe in this world. This man was into some hardcore BDSM. He had his own dungeon of sorts. It was just another room, but it had all sorts of BDSM equipment and sounding devices too. Danny qualifies as a pain slut.

Men, Do Not ask for CBT Fun if You Cannot Handle It

Although I know he paid me to ruin his junk and I did, I wanted to have a little fun first. So, I took that sounding device dipped in icy hot and stuck it in his little pee hole. He let out a guttural scream of pain that made my pussy wet. Like I said, I just thought of dear old daddy.

After I played around with the sounding device, I put a castration band around his balls. Do you know you can get those on Amazon of all places. But I’m going to warn you once those things are on you can’t get them off unless you slice it with a razor blade. And then you risk slicing your balls too.

His balls started turning purple and blue quickly. Before long, they seemed to just go flat. And that’s when I started kicking him in the crotch. Even though I did not remove his testicles, I still castrated him. This was like a chemical castration. I read upon it before I took Danny’s money. You can put a castration band on, and it cuts the flow of blood essentially which dries up the testicles. And that renders them worthless. It’s what farmers do the sheep.

Danny tried to say I went too far. What the fuck. He paid me $2000 for castration phone sex. Did he think that $2000 was simply for fantasy. Too late now. I took the little bitch’s money and left him whining on his bed with decaying balls. And I know he won’t say anything to anyone. I have a recording of him begging me for exactly what he got. Don’t ask for what you cannot handle cause bitches like me give you what you say you want.

Kidnapping Phone Sex : The Best Scream of Terror

Let’s try a little horror movie making of our own. Kidnapping phone sex : The Scream of Terror comes in the darkness. I stalk the loser ex of yours and see she has a new beau. The dude she is with is a total fucking dweeb.

First thought was I needed to fuck him up and fuck him up bad. He fueled me with a sense of pure evil need of bashing a skull in. But then I recall I was being paid to blow the cunts head off. So there I was behind them at a corner of a dark road. I quickly shot the guy with a tranquilizer.

Kidnapping phone sex : The Scream of Terror

Once I had him out of the way I jabbed her in the neck with a nice cocktail. As she fell limp my two guys appeared and grabbed her into the van. Then they hauled the loser guy in. Then I had the two of them back at the dungeon. It’s Sadistic phone sex that I am planning for these two. Both tied down to a table.

As the bitch came to, I shot her boyfriend in the face. The screams she emitted made me so fucking hot. I straddled the cunt and fucked her against her will. I made that filthy cunt for me as I fucked her bitch style. I whispered how do you like that cunt? You enjoy getting fucked by a Satanic bitch that is paid to fucking kill you?

She had no words and I took the razor wire and decapitated her and got myself off with the blood squirting from her neck hole. As her eyes watched I straddled her boyfriends losers prick and fucked that rigor mortis cock deep into my cunt. A little necrophily in the night is good for my mood.

Kidnapping phone sex

Daddy’s Dirty Little Fuck Toy

Babysitter phone sex

A late-night babysitting gig was just what I needed—extra cash and a quiet house to act out my filthiest desires. When Daddy finally walked in, I was already halfway there. I could barely stand it—those eyes, that smirk, and that bulge in his pants…

The second he closed the door, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He tasted so good. Salty, musky—like a hungry beast. He grabbed my hair, pushing deeper, and I could barely breathe. But I loved it.

Then came the most twisted part—Daddy tied me up, shoved a gag in my mouth, and left me on the floor. He told me to beg for it, but all I could do was moan and squirm. He took his time, teasing me, building up the tension until I was dripping wet and ready to explode.

When Daddy finally plunged inside, I almost blacked out. Hard, rough, and absolutely merciless. Each thrust sent me flying, my tits bouncing, my pussy clenching. And when I came, it was so intense—it felt like it ripped through my entire body.

I ended up spent and on the floor, his cum dripping from me. Daddy leaned down, whispering that I was his dirty little fuck toy now. And in that moment? I knew I’d do anything for him.

Gangbang rape porn with Grandpa made me sick

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn is what my degrading existence is for. My master is a disgusting fucker with filthy tastes, and he’s made me do countless vile things, and I’m a good girl and never say no. He bought me from that awful family, so I feel like I have to show him how dedicated I am to him. I know if I stayed with those crazy fucks I would be hanging dead on a hook at this point. At least with my Master Daddy, I still have a chance to live another day.
Lately, he has been saying I’ve been kissing his ass too much. He thinks I’m just sucking up to him, but the truth is, I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me if I cross him. But lately, I’ve been enjoying the things he tells me to do. I never thought I would cum so hard on a corpse, but thanks to Daddy, I can.
But maybe he is right; perhaps I am being a brown-noser. I guess I deserve the punishment he gave me. God, making that porn was so disgusting. Whenever I see a man over 70, I get terrified. Those grandpas were so rough on me. They were old and wrinkled, but they certainly were not frail. They were high off coke and boner pills and pounded the ever living shit out of me.  These fucking geezers forced their stinky dicks down my throat. I had to lick their assholes as a little toilet sex slut. This was the kind of Toture sex that definitely taught me a lesson.

Mutilation Phone Sex with a Partner Spices Up Any Castration

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns me on. Especially if I am mutilating your junk. Sometimes, I take a woman under my wing to teach her how to remove your worthless balls too. Jenny needed someplace to direct her anger. As a recent sexual assault victim, she might get herself killed if she had not met me. She went around to the rough bars in town looking for this biker dude who drugged her and invited his friends to gang bang her. She thinks it was an initiation into a biker club.

But I happen to be inside one of those rough biker bars looking for someone myself. A serial predator of Goth girls. And I saw her drunk, angry and asking way too many questions in a place like that. I had to intervene. She did not have her brain turned on.

So, I took her under my wing. In fact, I thought we might be looking for the same guy. The world needs more women like me who are not afraid to get justice and revenge. And women who are not afraid of castration phone sex either. Too many men running around in this world thinking somehow women owe them. I don’t owe anybody anything. And I made Jenny understand that while we searched for the perpetrators of her assault, we could find surrogates to practice on.castration phone sex

We did find one biker admitted to participating in the gangbang initiation. However, we wanted the ringleader. But we knew he would help with the right incentive. And as it turns out having razor sharp scissors pressed up against the base of your cock provides wonderful incentive to rat your friends out. Plus, this provided Jenny with good experience. The guy deserved to have his junk removed too.

Sometimes, I Take a Young Girl Under My Wing and Teach Her How to Castrate Men Too

So, I tied him up, spread his legs, and put a castration band at the base of his balls to restrict the blood flow and control the mess. And I told her there’s no wrong way to castrate a man. If you remove the balls, you’ve done your job. Although I have probably castrated 1000 men in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever done it the same way twice. I told her she could use a variety of knives, or scissors or even her teeth to tear the balls off. If she removes the balls, it’s a successful castration. I also encouraged her to add a little torture sex to his cock too.

When you castrate somebody, you want to leave them with a constant reminder of their crime. I had her carve her name into his cock. And I know he’s not going to go to the cops. He’d be arrested for his own crimes that led to this. He deserved to be castrated. We got the names of the other people involved. We let this little no ball wonder live so he can warn his biker friends that we plan to take their balls and maybe their cocks too. I want Jenny to have a revenge collection of balls so she will always feel vindicated.

Killer Phone Sex is Guaranteed if You Invade My Space

killer phone sexKiller phone sex gives you 1 million ways to die. Although I avoid guns and primarily use knives as my instrument of destruction and pain, I’ve killed people with my bare hands, household items, and even my teeth. I had to use all my resources last night to survive an intruder. But sort of like that movie, “Don’t Breathe,” that guy broke into the wrong fucking house. And what he thought might be an easy score ended his life.

Now, I’m a dominant sadistic bitch. So, I always keep knives nearby. Hidden all over the place. And even strapped to my body. I keep one under my mattress and one under my pillow too. Normally I’m a light sleeper; so, I wake up to the sound of anything. However, yesterday I had some dental work done, and sedation mixed with painkillers put me into a much deeper sleep. By the time I woke up, this intruder appeared too close to act in my normal fashion. But I am not a snuff porn star. So, I gave him one hell of a fight.

Because he had his full weight on the mattress as he attempted to strangle me, I could not get to the knife from under the mattress. But I bit his hand so hard he pulled it away, giving me the opportunity I need to grab the knife. Although I could’ve slit his throat right there, and it would’ve been justifiable homicide, he needed to feel some pain. A lot of pain. So, I stabbed him in the shoulder. And that got him completely off me. Now I had the upper hand. I kicked him hard in the groin bringing him to his knees. Then I ripped off his mask, but I didn’t recognize him.

Never Feel Sorry for a Home Intruder. He Gets What He Deserves

I dragged his body out of my bedroom, down my stairs and into my torture chamber. And the fun happens here for me. Clearly, this man possessed great strength, so I had to strap him down to a table. Can you believe this fucking loser tried to plead for his life. The same man that left ligature marks around my neck now wanted forgiveness. Do I look like the kind of woman that ever grants forgiveness. No. This idiot started to piss me off crying and begging. So, he earned himself free castration phone sex.

And he earned himself a free death too. But first I’m mutilated his junk. Took his balls off with a rusty knife. Then I used another knife to chop a little piece of his dick off at a time like it was one of those sausage logs you get on a charcuterie board. Now he really started crying. Fucking pussy.

He had his hands tightly around my neck and I never once shed a tear. I never once begged for mercy. I just fought for my life and gained the upper hand. But then I have balls. I made him eat part of his dick and balls. Don’t feel sorry for him. He broke into my house and tried to kill me. He deserved everything I dished out.

Eventually, all I wanted to go back to bed and let the meds wear off. So, I grabbed his mutilated body and dragged him outside to the patio. And I watched the wildlife eat him alive. I might be the best neighborhood watch ever. I would have believed I dreamed it all, but when I woke  part of his cock and balls were still in my dogs’ food bowels.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.

Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.