Category: Mutilation phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexGame for some taboo phone sex?  That is all I do. I am not your vanilla girlfriend. I am not even the girl you call because you are a sex addict and want to talk on the dark side. I do not want to be your girlfriend. You have two choices with me. You can be my accomplice or my victim. I have this loser stalker. He keeps telling me he loves me and wants to knock me up. I hate brats. I have zero desire to be a mother. I do not want to wipe anyone’s ass or have anyone dependent on me for survival. I will forget to water it or feed it and it will die. I am too hedonistic for that. Sometimes, when I am in huntress mode, I am gone for days in the wilderness. When I find the perfect prey, I like to have fun. I am all about prolonging the torture sex. I had this little teen slut over the weekend. A cheerleader too. She was in her little cheer outfit when I kidnapped her from the mall. What a cute thing. It was a bummer I was alone with her. I love having an accomplice for little teen sluts. Sure, I carve them up good and mutilate their little girl parts, but all I can fuck their tiny holes with are my fists and foreign objects. You can destroy a cunt with your cock. I am sometimes envious of that, then I remember dicks make most of you stupid like my love lorn stalker. Men, do not follow his footsteps. Be my accomplice phone sex partner or die as my victim. If you try to romance a stone cold bitch, it will not go how you want. You will be dead and anally destroyed just like that little teen cheerleader tease.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Code Blue

Fucking the dead is what Necrophilia phone sex is all about, and it’s what I love. It’s great that my Mother is a Night Nurse and I will visit the Hospital late at night. Skeleton staff is the best staff. I roam the Halls and of the intensive care silently stalking for attractive men on life support. I play Night Nurse too. I love getting my hands on the syringes and all these different fluids. I have learned to inject a little air in the tubes of their IV’s and then climb on for a ride. That code blue alarm is a turn on while I am riding this man to his last beat of his heart. This is a high for me and feeling the guy die while inside me is what makes me cum hardest.

Necrophilia phone sex

Your Pain Is My Pleasure!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Being a dark twisted sadist slut is so much fucking fun! I can’t help but crave a good fucking with a bit of cock and ball torture to get me nice and wet. I love wearing my sexiest high heels and crushing balls under them. It makes my cunt wet to hear a hot guy cry out in pain as I step on his cock and make him beg for relief. The best foreplay for me is tying up a big pair of balls until they turn blue, completely cold and so easy to separate from the body. I am always tempted to castrate any hot stud I fuck and let them bleed out all over my bed, hearing them beg until they are cold and silent makes me feel like a slutty black widow spider who devours her mate after sex.

Mommy Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexGuys love to call me for torture phone sex.  I represent to them all the women in their lives that have fucked them over, but mostly to my sadistic callers I am the mommy whore who cock teased them or shamed them for their masturbating. In reality, I am not that mommy at all. I never deny my horny boys. Not even my stepson who loves to abuse me for replacing his mother. I have tried to be a good stepmom, but he has hated me from the get-go because his father left his mother for me. I was a younger, kinkier model. His mom then drank herself to death in sorrow. Not my fault his prude mommy did not do all the kinky things I do. I am punished because I was a mommy whore, not because I was not. It is weird in away when I say it out loud. To my callers, I am the surrogate for the mother that gave them blue balls and humiliated them for their natural boyhood impulses. With my stepson, I am punished because I spread my legs for my own sons and his father wanted to marry a nasty freak not a choir girl. My stepson was in a foul mood yesterday because it was the anniversary of his mother’s death. He tied me up in the basement. My husband and our sons were golfing, and he knew this, so he gave me a surprise beating. No streaming this time. This was all for his pleasure. He gets off on inflicting torture sex. He whipped my back with his leather belt. My skins is raw and bruised from the lashings. He whipped my pussy too. Punishing the whore hole his brothers came from gave him some perverse pleasure. My cunt looks like raw hamburger meat today. My asshole is prolapsed. I can take being your torture doll because whatever you do to me on the phone will never be worse than what my stepson does to me in real life.

Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be a favorite of mine because I am a knife aficionado. It takes skill and precision to kill your victim with a blade. Anyone can kill with a gun and just get lucky. No challenge or skill needed. I have amassed an impressive knife collection over the years too. Many I inherited from my grandfather when he died. My parents are simps. I get my evilness from my grandpa. How he raised my wimpy ass father is beyond me. My grandpa was a brutal man with a need to hunt like me. He taught me how to kill with a knife. I do not own a gun. I am perfectly capable of handling myself against an attacker armed just with my wits and a knife. An intruder found out the hard way how good I am with a knife. I was sound asleep the other night when I woke up to a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the bed. I did not scream. I did not tip my hand that I was awake either. I slowly reached under my pillow and flung my knife into his chest until I heard the thud of a body on my bedroom floor. I hit him to disarm him, not kill him. Not kill him yet at least. I like torture sex. No one crosses me and gets a quick death out of it. I turned on the lights, pulled out my knife and stuffed my panties into his open chest wound. I knew where I hit him. He would eventually bleed out, but I had 30 mins or so left to make him wish he had died instantly. I cut off his cock and his balls. I fucked his ass with my knife too shredding his asshole into a pile of raw hamburger meat. I could have called the authorities and been within my right to kill the intruder, but I carved him up too much before I let him bleed out, so I dumped him in my bathtub. He is soaking in lye and dissolving as I start my day off with some sadistic phone sex. This intruder will never be found if anyone even reports him missing.

Seedy & Creepy Mistresses of the Dark

When you cross Willow and Morticia in the night you will instantly become weak and enthralled. We are the Sadistic Mistresses of your darkest imagination. We are a duo of badass bitches and men are just toys for the two of us. We love to play little games of seduction and torture.

We like to get into these little contests. Todays contest is going to be the two of us working the club and finding the biggest cocks to cut off. We love to teach young scout girls all about penile taxidermy and sexual pleasure. We teach them all about dick. These young girls will have a choice to be whores like us or little bitches *like we love to collect and torture. So essentially we collect some dicks and one guy that was still intact. After all we must demonstrate proper techniques for collecting dick.

I love having a hooded man bare and flacid in front of us. I pull the hood off and he sees all these young girls in little sheer slips, and naked beneath. Then the two of us in out black and red shiny vinyl bikinis wielding large shiny knives. It’s a dead give away on who the p-daddy’s are once they see those young girls they get erect. Once erect we are ready to cut off that dick.

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Sadistic phone sex

Gothic phone sex

Dominatrix Cum Queen Craves Your Pain!

Snuff Phone Sex

I’m no ordinary hot slut, I’m a snuff porn addict and I want to make you bleed and feel my pain! Although I may look pretty and perfect in pink, my favorite color is black, dark as my heart and soul. I live to make you feel my deep aching pain as I dominate you completely. I want to use you as my punching bag, my own personal voodoo doll to inflict any pain I can on you, simply because it makes me wet! I want to crush your balls under my heel, as you writhe in pain, I laugh at your weakness. If you like being used and abused I may just sit on your face until you can’t even scream anymore, that’s how I like to cum! I’m your slutty dominatrix cum queen and you Will Worship Me even if it costs you your balls!

Rape phone sex fantasies of Snuff

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

 

Drunk, and drugged by something slipped in my drink. Here we go again is all I could think as my eye lids got heavy. I was on my way out and these three nice men are going to help me into a cab. I don’t notice that this is a personal car and one of these nice men was driving it. Then I was out. Lulled during the drive and forced awake with a sniff of something and finding myself cuffed to a hospital stretcher. The three men from earlier where there. All of them wearing black leather masks and butcher aprons. I saw the hatchets in their hands as they smiled at me. They were put down if only for a moment and all three of them had their cocks rock hard and probing away at my holes. I was unable to move. Just laid there aware of everything but listless. I saw bright lights and know this is the big one. I will be fucked to death then hacked to pieces for gator alley food.

Castration Phone Sex is Fun for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? I hope you say yes, but guess what? I do not care if a guy wants his dick cut off or not. Many of my castrations have been done for a fee. Some loser knows he has a worthless cock and wants it gone. Or maybe he just wants to be a sissy and wants his balls removed. I will castrate anyone who pays. I castrate quite a few who do not pay or even request a ball removal too. Men are living in the dark ages still. If I say get away from me mother fucker or leave me alone loser, I mean it. I am not playing hard to get. I am not the kind of woman you piss off. Because I just assume kill you then let you harass me. Mike was the latest recipient of my free ball removal service last night. We met at music venue. I was alone and wanted to be left alone to enjoy the music. This solo guy was all up in my space trying to dance with him. If I wanted him to bump and grind on me, I would have let him know. It was a seedy little club. The show was a sausage fest, but one less sausage at the end of the night. I had a knife strapped to my leg. When he pulled out his cock, he thought I was going to go down on him in a club, I knew I had to cut it off. This was not ball removal. This was cock removal. The tool needed no instrument. While I was on my knees, I pulled out my knife and sliced off his cock and squirmed my way out of the crowd to avoid detection. I think it took him a few minutes to realize what had happened. I left the show early but that was only, so I did not get arrested. No fucking dickless wonder was sending me to jail.

Fantasy Fuck Butt Boglins

Fantasy phone sex

 

My angelic face and perfect body might make me most men’s fantasy fuck, but my demonic mind and corrupted soul definitely make me everyone’s nightmare.  You might survive a harrowing trip through my sadistic world of sex and violence, but you’ll never, ever forget the joyful pain and bloody torture I inflict upon you.  Scars come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and aren’t limited to only your skin.

I love to get off, I am human.  But my twisted carnal desires have a way of taking shape and coming to life in the most fucked up fashion you could imagine.  At first I thought I was seeing things, my House of Horrors has a real weird way about it and visions of messed up, slimy little filth monsters seemed to just be a part of the deal.  The night I woke up screaming from a rape filled nightmare and found one of those ghoulish freaks buried halfway in my cunt grunting and staring at me with those dead freakish eyes, I knew they weren’t just figments of my messed up imagination.

It took a few weeks but through hours of salacious study, the best I could figure is that these grisly cum guzzling butt boglins are physical manifestations of my most craven desires.  The more disturbing the fantasy was, the more horrific the beasts got, the more my holes got stretched and tunneled into.  I couldn’t get away from them, either.  They didn’t just stay in the house when I left to stalk some jizz junky prey or sniff out some sweet virgin poon, they fucking followed me everywhere I went popping up at the most inopportune moments.  Do you know how hard it is to be stealthy when you’re constantly shooing off a group of horny little ghoulies?  It’s impossible!

I’m not an idiot, though.  Of course I figured out how to get rid of them and push my nightmare off onto someone else.  It’s not that hard, I just have to practice a bit of control.  To rid myself of my rotten manifestations all I have to do is lure a lust filled lover into my big haunted house, fuck their brains out (metaphorically) and then just let them live and go on their merry way.  The fiendish little living diseases simply follow them out the door.  They might not notice at first, but eventually every one of my living lovers start getting harassed and violated by those horny, otherworldly creations of mine.

Sometimes my bloodlust gets the best of me and, even when I plan on giving them a life pass, I accidentally go to far and miss the chance to pass my sputtering and spewing sentient STD’s off to a simpering fuck sow.  It’s all good, I just find another pussy pounding piggy and show a bit more restraint.  It’s easier once I’ve already snuffed the life out of some other strange lover.

I don’t know why these boglins started appearing, my house is fucking crazy and does what it wants.  Now that I know how to make them go away, though, I like to build up a whole gang of the little fuck fantasy gash ghoulies before I give them to an unsuspecting sex fiend.  I guarantee they’ll make his life much harder than they made mine.  Probably his cock, too.