Category: Mutilation phone sex

Torture Sex of Male Genitals is My Favorite Thing to Do

torture sexI got to use my best torture sex techniques on a loser last night. He wanted me to castrate him. Begged me to do it too. I was at a bar and this loser recognized me. He had seen my ad on a fetish site. I advertise castration services. He told me this sob story about how he has a loser cock and has long wanted to be castrated. He was talking to the right woman. The thing is I do not take a man’s junk for free. Why would I? You want me to whack your short stack, you must pay me for that honor. I do not want to touch or look at that pathetic nub for free. Consider it a nuisance fee. Your small dick is a huge nuisance to me and every other woman around. This fucking loser told me he was broke. I walked away. His small dick is his problem. He wants it gone; he can whack it off himself. Castration phone sex is a service and it’s not free. The problem was he would not leave me alone. He was baiting me into a free castration. Since that was the case, I decided to make it hurt. I used a rusty knife. I did not tie off the balls first to restrict the blood flow, so the bathroom of that bar looked like the elevator in The Shining. It was a complete blood bath. That is in part too because I would not cauterize the wound. Usually, I use a frying pan or even an iron, but I was in a bar and this fucker wanted it done. I made him chug some whisky down to dull the pain. I wanted to snuff him there, but snuff porn in a bathroom in a bar is not very discreet. Castration, however, probably happens more than we know in public places. I put his belt in his mouth to bite down on and it was bye bye balls. He bled. He fainted. I put his balls on his chest, washed my hands, and left the bar. He asked for it, he got. Just like you will.

Taboo Phone Sex Rape Fantasies for Mommy

taboo phone sexI am all about taboo phone sex fantasies. I may be a soccer mom, but I have dark fantasies. I love to explore them with callers. I think my favorite is a mommy rape fantasy. Although my sons never have to force me to fuck them, I find myself masturbating often to the thought of them and some of their teenage friends force fucking me. I am not talking about a few minutes of rough sex before I give in and realize I like it. I am talking about never enjoying it. I like the idea of my sons having a few extra boys over for a sleepover. My husband is out of town for the night, so it is me alone with say 5 teenage boys. They raid the liquor cabinet while I am sleeping and decide that I should be their gangbang rape porn star for the night. I wake up in bed startled by my sons and their friends surrounding me. I think maybe something is wrong, so I ask them. They never speak to me. They just look at me with these evil looks before they pin me to the bed and start ripping off my clothes. I am fighting them, even screaming, but they just ignore me. They start calling me names and yelling at me for cock teasing them. I try to fight them off, but 5 teenage boys are way stronger than 1 soccer mom. They slap me, choke me, fuck my ass and my cunt. They make sure every hole of mine is double stuffed with boy cock. I know something must be wrong with me to have such violent rape phone sex fantasies, but I do. Do you ever fantasize about forcing yourself on your own mother? Maybe we could explore it. I would be your willing victim.

Killing Lust: The Kill

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My little mouse lays her head down on a feathery-filled pillow every Tuesday night at around nine at night. Given my nights stalking and waiting I know that my soft delicate prey sleeps soundly. So unaware of the kitty with fangs just waiting, and tonight was the night. Blood rushed in my veins the moment I felt her body panic underneath me as she woke to me straddled on top of her. A sharp butcher knife in my left hand held up high, gleefully laughing as the little mouse tries to squirm free. Hitting, scratching, anything she could think of. Until I came down hard with a swift slice across her artery. The crimson droplets rained forward splashing me with a pleasant continuous splash for a few moments. As the blood trickled less I continued to hack until I felt satisfied with my work taking a single picture of my masterpiece. Careful to leave no sign of myself as I left. Wondering if her mangled body will make its way to my morgue.

Castration Phone Sex with Sadistic Bitch Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is among the most fun a sick bitch like me can have. I remove junk for all sorts of reasons. My parents and grandfather did not raise me to roll over for any man who looks at me twice. Just the opposite. They raised me to be an independent woman who does not need the attention or support of any man. I have no time for the kind of men my family warned me about. As I age, I realize the group of self-entitled men who think women are just props for them has grown, not dwindled. I am evening the score. Avenging women who are not as strong and independent as me. I get wind of where predators hang out and I dupe them. I do not look like the type who attracts the shallow men looking to explore their rape phone sex fantasies, but I am a chameleon with my looks. I dress up, don a blonde wig and act dumb and unsuspecting and the predators flock to me. At this hotel bar, the predator was the bartender. He has been spiking the drinks of women staying at the hotel alone and getting their room numbers when they bill a nightcap to their room. He has a master key of some sort and comes into their room once the roofie kicks in. You cannot outsmart this sadistic bitch. I was waiting for the pervert with my big knife. When he crawled into my hotel bed, I sprayed him with mace and handcuffed him to the bed. As I suspected, a little dick no one would miss but him. Why is it that I can count on the sexual predators of the world to have shrimp dicks? I thought about the torture sex pleasure I would get if I took his stump of a cock too, but I opted for just his worthless nuggets. This way he will never get an erection again. That means his days of forcing his pathetic nub on women are gone.  Another predator bites the dust.

 Snuff Sex Fuck Bimbo Geneva

Bimbo sluts like me are really one of those dime a dozen sort of things. Honestly this makes for perfect snuff sex situations. All of us Instagram sluts whoring ourselves with selfies and duck lips. I can’t help it I live to have a body that men want to tear up.

Oh, I am not speaking lightly about tear up either, fuck I mean this pretty damned literally. I have silicone titties, a Botox face and a cunt that get destroyed and resewn regularly. This is my life as a pain slut and worthless cunt whore. Many guys know how to put me in my place and I bet you do as well.

The other night I was just getting a lift ride and ended up in the middle of a gangbang with the lyft driver’s thug friends. They try to grab the hot sluts when they request and take up to a crack house. I was shot up with heroine and used recklessly my a dozen big cocks. This is what happens to me even when I try to play it safe. I’m a fuck whore disposable cunt.

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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.