Category: Mutilation phone sex

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

Evil Phone Sex Sin

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.

Anal Obsession

VIOLENT PHONE SEXI’ve got ass obliteration on my mind and your shit hole is my target. Ever since I’ve sunk my teeth in a cock loving faggot I can’t get enough of boy pussy. My last victim let me punch fuck him until he got dizzy and his ass looked like an open mouth with no teeth! I want my next victim to be a macho unwilling participant in my ass violation. Maybe I will set up a tinder date s that you and I can abduct him in the parking lot. We can take turns shoving things up his dry unprepared orifices until he is ass is a raw flappy meat pile and blood is trickling down his nutsac. As he screams I’ll shove my fist down his throat and make him suck my entire shaft while you’re on the other end playing kickball with his saggy nuts sack. Each kick to his nuts sounds like a tennis ball being wet across the court. The gasps and gurgles from my cock in his mouth while I have violent phone sex with his throat will ring out like bells. Taking his last breath will sound the best. The low whisper of death slipping past his lips as he fights to survive It’s like music to my ears! 

Snuff Sex is Not What I Wanted but it is What I Got

Snuff sex is why I am here most days. I am a good accomplice too, but most guys want me for their own personal use. I met Stan on a fetish site. Turns out we did not live too far from each other, so I was down to meet him. We agreed that I would be his accomplice and help him lure a teen girl to his house. He has long had rape fantasies for hot teen sluts. Can you blame him? The teen girls today look rode hard and put away wet. When he saw me, he changed his mind. He thought I was hot.  I am in my 30s and pretty used up. I have perky tits because they are fake. He decided instead of taking any risks in kidnapping a girl for his rape phone sex fantasies, he would just fuck me. I was not prepared. I wanted to be an accomplice. He saw my pictures and never mentioned wanting to fuck me. He thought I was not the girl in the avatar. He assumed I was some old middle-aged woman past her prime. To many men, I am. To this guy, I was his dream bimbo. We talked about violent things to do to a young girl. I never would have suggested a double fisting in her ass if I realized it would be my ass he was wanting to fist. I tried to convince him that I was not what he wanted, but he was certain I was all he wanted. He drugged my drink when he realized I was not going to give in easily. I woke up tied to a bed with my legs bound up to my chest and his two fists in my asshole. I started screaming in pain. I was not ready for this. I did not want this. But I was stuck as his ass rape porn star. Two days later and my asshole is still prolapsed and a raw, sore mess. I guess I am always going to be the victim.

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Snuff Phone Sex with a Taboo Bitch

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I do. It is clear in my blogs and my bio. Some dickwad called me last night with honey this and baby that. He wanted to fuck me. Like romantic girlfriend experience shit. I do not do that. I am not your girlfriend. I will never be anyone’s girlfriend. I do not need a man to get off. They make toys for women like me. I do not do well with baby talk and stupid shit like cuddling. I am a loner. I like it that way. So, when Charlie called me for the girlfriend experience, I thought he was purposefully pushing my boundaries so I would react. Turns out, Charlie was just stupid. He got a call last night, but not the one he wanted. Or at least the one he thought he wanted. Once I gave him my best castration phone sex role play, he was down to let me abuse him. He had never met a bitch like me. I hear that almost daily. Lots of women need men. They pretend to be something they are not to get a loser. They use catfish filters and change who they are for some dickwad who will cheat on them or emotionally abuse them. I do not get it. But I also do not get men who want to make a woman something she is not. I mean why would Charlie try to make a sadistic bitch who loves knives more than men, his girlfriend. Now that I removed his testicles free of charge, he is probably wondering the same thing. Although he was shocked and not at all willing in the beginning, he cannot stop thinking about me. That is because I am often the first woman to step up and but a guy in his place. I am no June Clever. I will not ever be some doting housewife who cooks and cleans. I am the taboo phone sex psycho who castrates, tortures, force fucks and kills. Do I sound like your kind of woman?

Never Undestimate a Killer Phone Sex Bitch

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is what I do best. I am a sick bitch trapped inside a 5’2 115lb body. Do not let my size fool you. I am a mean and sadistic bitch. I am stronger than I look. Men always underestimate me and that never goes well for them. I was in a murderous mood earlier in week. It does not take much to set me off honestly. This guy was out of his league hitting on me. Some nerdy white boy loser with a fetish for Goth girls. I see it all the time at the Goth and Steam Punk bars I frequent. This guy, however, was someone I knew. Not personally but I knew of him. I have long wanted to kill him, or at least give him a healthy dose of castration phone sex. He is a guy who put up revenge porn on a few girls who dissed him. He is a hacker. He never dated these women because they had higher standards. He just hacked their phones and found pictures to use. This was over ten years ago. He put them up on that now defunct site Is Anyone Up? It got pulled because consent was rarely given for the photos used. I never knew this guy but several women I know all had awful experiences with him, some even when they were just young teen girls. This guy was a pervert, a predator and a loser. And he walked right into my hands and underestimated my powers. I played drunk because that is what he wanted. Predators always go after the drunk chicks. Easy prey to them. But he was the easy prey, not me.  Alone, in his apartment, I cut off his cock. I was going to just make him a eunuch, but he had rape fantasies he was trying to explore with me. Nope. He did not think I would have a sharp knife tied to my thigh. I grabbed it and sliced his cock off before his pathetic short stack could worm its way inside my pussy. He bled a lot. Cried a lot too. He deserved it though. This was torture sex karma. Not only is karma a bitch, but I am too. Never underestimate me.

Snuff Porn Starlet for Over 20 Years

snuff pornI have been a snuff porn starlet for 20 years now. I have no problem with violence or rough sex. In fact, I prefer it. I am a kinky gal. I was not always the seasoned whore I am now, but I have grown to love violence. I am such a deranged woman that I do not even want to make love. I am not married nor am I a mother, so I can walk on the dark side as much as I want. It can get scary sometimes, because these snuff flicks are a crap shoot. I never know who I will meet or what will happen to me while making snuff movies. I like the gamble. I am a risk taker. I answered an ad on the dark net for a seasoned blonde pain slut. The money was great, but I was more in it for the pain and the experience. I did not know the outfit producing the film. I know a lot of dark film makers too. Having survived the snuff industry for 20 years, means I have worked with the greats. Not Titus B Oliver, though. That is the name of the director. Turns out it was a made-up name when I googled him. Now, a woman with common sense would never have gone to the audition. I have common sense, but I am a pain slut and the excitement of meeting a masochist always takes over reason. Titus was into inflicting pain. He tied me up spread eagle and whipped my flesh. I made him really put his back into it because he was whipping me like a girl initially. I am a seasoned taboo phone sex whore.  He was pissed off that I was not whimpering or crying, so he brought out the heavy arsenal. He whipped me so hard, he broke the skin on my back. But guess what? That made my cunt drip. Told you I was a seasoned whore.