Category: Mutilation phone sex

Snuff Movies and October Go Together

snuff moviesOctober is not just for watching snuff movies. For sadistic bitches like me, October means making snuff flicks too. The bloodier the better. I am not for the weak of heart. I am not for first time callers or any man with mild or vanilla fantasies either. Only seasoned snuff connoisseurs or masochistic men should call me.

I can make men cry. My voice is not a giggling teen voice. Fuck that shit. My voice sounds more like a mature seasoned bitch whose has seen and done some shit. I even did some shit last night. Wicked shit too. As I drove home from my Goth bar last night, I happened upon a drunk coed driving erratically on her way home. She had no business driving drunk. Although she did appear to take the less traveled road home, she almost ran me off the road.

So, I ran her off the road instead. Sure, I could have been noble. Perhaps a good woman would call AAA and drive the drunk girl home. But no one considers me a good woman. No one. I took her to my kill shack instead. Too bad you were not with me to explore your rape phone sex fantasies. As soon as I got her into my shack, she puked. I made her lick it up. No one makes a mess in my home but me. I like to make bloody messes.

Some Girls, Many Girls Deserve to Die

I needed to hold a knife to her so she would be obedient. Drunk coeds deserve to die. Even drunk they still act and behave belligerently. Perhaps, I intended to help the girl. She showed no appreciation for saving her drunk life, so I sodomized her with a beer bottle. I pissed on her face. And I even double fisted her two tightest holes. The bitch appeared to like it, so I switched from my fists to my knifes. Now, she did not like it so much. Okay, she did not like it at all.

I stabbed her cunt and her ass until her insides fell out of her holes. You can eviscerate a young girl from the outside with long, sharp objects. Now, it looks like a painful way to die. But no cunt should die quickly.  Cunts deserve killer phone sex. And they deserve to die slowly and painfully. I told you I might not be your cup of tea. My mind runs dark as the night. Think you can handle being my partner?

Bloody phone sex its sticky slick and a turn on.

Bloody phone sex        Bloody phone sex its sticky slick and a turn on to fuck in the blood. All we need is to get the blood to roll around in it. First, we go looking for the victim of our choosing. Now, I know what I like and willing to bet I know what you like. Someone petite. Light colored hair. Pale skin. It must be remembered that pale hair and skin will show the dark bruises easier, the blood will be a stark contrast.

        Alcohol will thin the blood enough that she will bleed more profusely. On the negative side it will also act as a pain killer. As has been noted a little alcohol will thin the blood and not act as a pain killer. You must admit you like the idea of the pain. Hearing the cries. Screaming out as the knife slices deep into the thigh. Missing the main artery. Wouldn’t want to have her bleed out too quickly.

        Watching as it stains her legs, dripping down into her pussy. I will hold her down as you take the knife to her nipples. Cutting first one off then the next. Shove the knife up into that pussy. Cutting her up inside, before fucking her, getting her blood all over your cock.

        Turning me on. Needing to feel that blood-soaked cock inside of me. Rolling though the blood still draining from her. Fucking on her. Yes, cum all over her. See how that cum of yours and her blood mix together.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Present to Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex might be what you get with me. I love a bloody massacre. Perhaps, I bathe in the blood of virgins. No Botox for me. Just blood. My last victim turned out to be a fighter. Usually, when I kill a young girl, they give in quickly. Not this brat. She scratched me a few times with her fingernails. But no teen girl can ever get the better of me.

Her fighting me, just prolonged her death. Made me want to torture her more. This kill served as an early Halloween present for me. I picked this brat up at the mall. She appeared alone, but she caused a stir. Almost every store she went into she acted prissy and mean. Demanding sizes and outfits not even in the store. She kept saying things like, “Do you know who my daddy is?” I watched in horror as the staff bent over backwards for this teen whore.

However, all I could think about, was the torture sex this brat needed. I did not care who her father was. No one should talk to other people the way she did. And no person deserves to be catered to and coddled like this little teen bitch. I needed to put her out of everyone’s misery because that monster inside her would only continue to grow.

Sometimes, a Kill is Just for Pleasure

Not any more though. I fed her to the coyotes. But only after 8 hours of torture and pain. Although initially I struggled with the bitch, I got her tied up and gagged. However,  I did underestimate her strength. Hell, hath no fury like a mean teen girl, LOL. However, I like a struggle. Keeps my skills sharp. You want to know what else is sharp? The knife I carved her up with.

I cut off her nipples first. Then I sliced off her labia lips and ate them in front of her. I like to eat pussy too. I carved her flesh until she looked like she had been skinned alive. Perhaps, I should have been a butcher, LOL. I am good at carving up meat. By the time I finished with this girl, she begged to die. The only thing different I would do with this girl if I could kill her again would be to invite you to help. I like to combine snuff with teen rape porn.

Babysitter phone sex For demented cum shots

Babysitter phone sex

During our nasty Babysitter phone sex nothing will be sacred. Brats and their mothers are our Victims in this demented tale of abuse and death. Mommy doesn’t know we have been casing the house ever since that first babysitting gig. She took a chance on a sweet-faced goth girl like me. A chance that would backfire immensely and cause her and her daughter’s demise!  Our little game has become a sick and twisted ritual. We will ravage and torture them until their last breath. Mommy will pay the ultimate price for trusting us.

  See Evil bitches like me and fucked up perverts like you have something in common. We enjoy their pain and suffering. We laugh as they scream and cry.  Accomplice Slut Harper does whatever it takes to ensure your evil cock gets off. The best part comes after death. After they have been suffocated and turn cold, I know you still need to fuck them. Even if they are a little bloody and sticky!

The glassy stare after the tears and pain.

  I enjoy watching you pleasure yourself with their dead bodies. It’s such a turn-on to watch them suffer and die. But it’s even better when they stay dead. Necrophilia phone sex makes me so happy after the kill! No more fighting us as I wrap sarn wrap around their heads. No more kicking and screaming as the rope bites into soft necks. Just a good hard fuck before they get stiff! And a couple hours later we can come right back after the rigor mortis has passed. And fuck them a little more.

  Do you know what turns me on the most about all of this? The glassy stare after the tears and pain. Going from screams and pleading to cold dead acceptance is always a bonus. And if your dick gets too cold you can always fuck my hot tight pussy for a little while.

Watch them cry and beg for mercy in suffocation phone sex.

And then fuck dead bodies for me!

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are not Fantasies for My Stepson

rape phone sex fantasiesMy stepson does not simply enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. He explores them with me. And I never fare well after a visit. But he supplies me with coke, so I endure it all for my pusher stepson. When he came over the other night, he warned me he felt particularly violent. He enjoys breaking mommy Blair way past her breaking point. And he wasted no time when he arrived.

According to my stepson, my urethra remains my tightest hole. He arrived prepared to hurt his mommy too. Our little torture session began with my pee hole. His bag of tricks included a speculum, a funnel, a pair of vice grip locking pliers, a plastic bag for my head and lots of rope. I call it his torture sex bag. Never matters what day it is or what time it is either. If he arrives with that bag, I am in trouble.

He used the speculum to open my urethra, and because he loves me, he brought enough coke to numb the pain. At least while we engaged in violent sex. I still feel the effects today. With my urethra spread wide, my stepson poured his primo coke in my pee hole. Soon after he began punching my bladder. He slammed my head into the floor a few times too. When he started to fuck my prolapsed pee hole, I felt it. Not enough coke in the world to numb that sort of pain completely.

My Stepson Loves Breaking Blair

When he raised my body up in the air with the rope, he pulled my cunt lips apart with the vice grip locking pliers. My body went up, but my cunt lips went down. He punched my tits, bladder and ribs. Of course, he forced me to prolapse my asshole too. Easy to do after all our special time together. I am his personal ass rape porn star. His fans watched from home. I could hear the chimes of the tips as he punched me and fucked my prolapsed asshole and urethra.

However, his finest work he saved for the end. He placed a plastic bag over my head and punched the side of my head many times. I am a slave to his sick perversions. In fact, I sang a few Britney songs for him like I’m a Slave for you and Baby, Hit Me One More Time. The more punches he threw, the more tips he received. He squeezed my throat which forced me to suck in the plastic and almost suffocate. e brought out a PCV pipe about and inch in diameter and swung it a few times across my tits and ribs.

He even took several whacks to my prolapsed asshole. Batter up. But ouch. Although he did give me all the coke I wanted, my body paid the price. I am still sore as fuck from our latest encounter. And my guess is I will be sore for quite a few more days too.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex What The Doctor Ordered

medical fetish phone sexI’ve always had a real strong medical fetish phone sex kink. Ever since I remember feeling my doctors ingers down in my pants and how good that tickling feeling made my pussy feel.  I use to love his exams where my mama had to leave the room so he could examine up close with his mouth and his fingers.  Giving me internal exams. Sticking all kind of objects in me.  It made me long to be a doctor or nurse to stick all kinds of things in anyone that I could.

Well being a phone sex operator mine as well be the same thing as being a doctor, right? I’m helping people all day. Years of experience, in fact..  I started playing doctor when I was a little tot. I invited boys and girls over and had them come into my fort for a checkup.  I had their pants off within minutes giving them an oral and physical exams.  I had a very popluar group of repeat clients so I must’ve been doing things right.

These days, I like restraining my patients. I put their hands and feet spread eagle so they can’t get away, for their own health and safety. Putting on my sexy doctor outfit, which is a white short skirt with a tight white collared shirt with some red crosses.  I alwas have to take your temp, anally of course. My thermometer looks more like a dildo so don’t be alarmed at the monster size of it.  i also have some oxygen therapy exercises.

My favorite that I will get into another time, is enemas.  Oh how I love enemas, and my patiets always leave me feeling a little more relaxed and a little lighter on their feet.

Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet

torture sexHe called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.

Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.

Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please

Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.

I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.

Cannibalism phone sex in the Red Light District was a Great Time

Last week you may have noticed your favorite Cannibalism phone sex demoness gone. Obviously I am back and I just took a little vaca to the Red Light District of Amsterdam to check out the scene. In fact I have a lover there that also works the red light district windows. I will only to refer to them as windows from this point forward.

Anyway, as I was saying the two of us got super evil. We always get our energies so entwined that it will be Hell that gets raised when we are together. She arranged for me to join her. Nothing hotter for these lame assed dick drains than to have two hot Gothic witches control and destroy them.

The first window shopper was a true gem of an idiotic dick brainer. Drunk and too stoned amateur college fucker. In these massive crowds in this city anyone can go missing. And a few did that week.

This little dicked coward was so much fun. We tied him up after stripping him of his laimo Hawaiian shirt and khaki’s. Had him tied and gagged and we started to get Hard Candy on his ass. The two evil bitches that teased and taunted him. Getting his cocklet erect and throbbing. He was struggling hard but his cock said different.

Cannibalism Phone Sex was a feast for all…

Laina and I knelt down as though we were about to worship his pathetic Vienna with our luscious wet mouths. We held his gaze as we both took razor sharp blades in our rings to his tender ball sack. The excitement (or maybe likely Pain) in his eyes was amazing.

As we proceeded to remove his balls from their flesh our mouths watered. We popped those bad boys in our mouths and smiled as with took that first bite. He slowly became dismantled and ingested by the two of us.

Once we vomited up his filth we fed it to the next victim. There were 2 the first night. The following nights we savored each one for 12 hrs of torturous joy and a succulent feast with friends. Feeding the stoned a new kind of curry was easy.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Sadistic Phone Sex Means I can Be your Accomplice or Your Victim

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex appeared on his mind when he called me. We talked about some of my more extreme and unusual calls. But he did not just want to listen to me talk about my calls. He had a role play in mind. I hoped I would be the accomplice. I wanted to dismember some young cunt and abuse her. Now that I am in my 30s, I fit the accomplice role more.

However, not to my caller. My tales of what other men do on calls inspired him. I will admit, my pussy got wet being the victim. Funny. When my dad made me his victim, I hated it so much I ran away. But I ran into the arms of men just like my father and worse. Luckily this caller could never find me because his role play seemed like something straight out of a snuff porn.

I Can Be Your Accomplice or Your Victim

Technically, I consider myself a sexy switch. But I prefer to be the accomplice. But, his role play made me wet. He picked me up hitch hiking and it turned into my worst nightmare. He took me back to his place. But he had more than just rape fantasies in mind for me. To him, I represented all the women who rejected him in the past. I think he might have been an incel type of guy. You know, the kind of guys who never get pussy, become angry then think every woman owes him.

He fucked me while I screamed and fought. I just channeled my father fucking me when I was a wee girl. But fucking was not all this guy did to me. I got dismembered until I was just a torso. He fucked my body without limbs and without hesitation. I screamed bloody murder. Even passed out a few times from the pain and site of my own blood. My caller got my all on this roleplay phone sex call. He got all of my body too.