Category: Mutilation phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex Gangbang

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is something I am no stranger too. I have had taboo sex all my life. I lost my virginity to my brother while my mother watched to give you an idea of the level of taboo fucking, I am talking about. I have been fucking my stepson since I married his dad. More like he has been fucking me. He has been blackmailing me for years. He knows about the monkey on my back and exploits me for it. I am okay with it because he always feeds my addiction. But with time, he gets more and more violent and extreme. He likes to stream videos for money. I am always his star. I am his cash cow and his get out of jail free card. We are both fuck ups, so when we are together, it is always a wild time. He out did himself last night. He wanted to stream a gangbang rape porn with me as the star. Usually, his friends come over and sodomize me, maybe put a couple cocks in a hole at once. Last night, however, my costars were all schoolboys. He wanted to make a mommy rape fantasy movie to stream on the dark net. This was the type of movie that could get us all arrested. I do love boy cock, but I was not sure about this. A bunch of random boys I did not know. Not like I had a choice. No clue where he found these boys, but they were down to fuck me.  They brutalized me too. All that pent up aggression, I guess. Maybe they had mommy cock teases and I was their surrogate. I did not ask many questions. I understood the assignment. I am just to look pretty and get brutalized. Those horny boys enjoyed ruining my asshole. I have been an ass rape porn star before, and I will again too. These boys gaped and prolapsed my asshole on film, calling me mommy. My stepson’s movie was an instant fan favorite. I had no idea so many boys had rape fantasies for mommy.

I Love Skinning Bitches

knifeplay phone sex

If you want a bitch that is going to cry and beg for your mercy, you got the wrong bitch and I will gladly slit your fucking throat if you try me. A bitch like me gets turned on by brutalizing sluts. The only thing that really makes my pussy wet is tying a young slut up and poking her with my knife. I usually start with the pussy lips! I yank their thong up right in-between their cunt lips exposing two juicy slices for me to poke and prod. The blade slinks right into them like butter as that slut screams in agony. Her screams send chills down my spine as I mutilate her body. She was hardly wearing clothes when I abducted her and now, she barely has skin! I peeled patches of it off with the intention of making bitch jerky. I did not like to snuff my victims out too soon, but this little piggy squealed so much I had to eternally silence her. I took my bloody knife and carved her a new slit right across her neck. She looks so pretty with a bloody necklace! I wish she would have lasted longer for me to fuck her whore holes, but I guess I’ll have to wait until next time….

God Likes It, How About You?

Blasphemy phone sex

 

I hope you know that blasphemy phone sex is much more than just taking the lord’s name in vain or slapping around a nasty tempered nun.  At least, it is with me.  When you have a dark beast inside you driving your every desire, sacreligious sex becomes something evil and twisted.  Even the most fucked up and foul bible bashing pussy pounders tend to tap out of our cum drenched Christ crushing conversations earlier than they had expected.

Maybe the thought of me sitting on a group of debilitated nun faces and grinding my brown-pink asshole into their mouths while I mutilate their titties with a sharpened rosary gets guys off early, but the fear in their voice tells me that they’re too scared to finish.  Of me, of God or whatever.  Something about jamming a holy chalice rim first into a tight assed Reverend Mother’s hairy yet unsullied shit hole until she cums so hard that she gushes pussy juice and blood filled ass slime makes some wannabe butt abusing blasphemers hang up before I’m even close to being done with my sordid story.  Look, they paid the toll and knew what they were getting into.  It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of Nancies.

Some guys think that they can handle the thought of me ordering a dirty P loving priest to defile and abuse his innocent little altar attendants in every way imaginable while I please my pussy with an extra large crucifix until it’s a mangled bloody pulp, but when I get to bellowing out my favorite movie quote of all time, all I hear is a click and silence on the other end.  “Let Jesus fuck you!  Let Jesus fuck you!” is a phrase that’s turned me on since I was a little girl.  I guess they don’t like “The Exorcist” as much as I do.  Fucking faggots.

I hope you know what you’re asking for when you tell me you want to have some blasphemy phone sex.  Judging from my prior unholy fuck call experience, you’ll probably bail out before your time is up.  I don’t care if you cum or not, you already gave me your money.  If you don’t like it, toughen up and call me back.  Know what you’re asking for before you open your fat mouth.  And just remember, God is always watching and I guarantee you he likes to jerk his life giving cock to all of the pain and suffering he’s created.  I’m here to help him get off.  How about you?

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexI like medical fetish phone sex because I dissect cocks and balls like frogs from my high school biology days. I enjoy cock and ball torture. I am of the philosophy that if you abuse it, you lose it. I am not talking about beating your meat too much. Hell, I am not even talking about force fucking little whores. You try to make me your bitch, you lose your junk. But not quickly. Hell, no. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain. I had another dick wad try to force himself on me. I guess guys like a challenge, or they are just that clueless. When I go to a bar, I am not sending the buy me a drink and take me home and fuck me vibes. I will never send those vibes to any guy. I never get drunk. I am never out of control. I do not need sex like most woman. I am built much differently than the typical chick. So, when some loser comes on to me with some unoriginal line when I am trying to enjoy my bourbon at the bar, he is rarely seen again. Chip is no more. I brought him home, but only to mutilate his junk with some castration phone sex. I tied him to my bed. I peeled the foreskin of his dick with a razor blade. It was torturous for him, but pure joy for me. Of course, I put a sounding device down his urethra too. I am into torture and pain. I bet you could tell that. I took the skin off his dick and balls before I removed the balls and shoved them in his mouth. It was a memorable night full of torture for me. I do not think I could have asked for a better date night. Now, Chip, if he were still alive might not agree, but his opinion never mattered. Just like yours never will either.

Ass Rape Porn Star Again

torture sexAnal torture sex is a bitch most of the time. When it is a bunch of chicks abusing your asshole for shits and giggles, it is brutal. I have yet to meet a man who can torture my ass better than a bunch of angry dykes. I do not mind women for the most part. I will eat pussy and lick ass, but I love cock. I just love coke more and that love for coke gets me in some dangerous positions. I had to See this butch lesbian for a fix. I knew how it would go for me. It is always that way with her. She will give me coke, but I must work it off with my ass. She loves to fuck my ass up. I am talking about an anal gangbang rape porn. She streams underground anal female ass porn for a dark crowd. Lesbians brutalizing a woman earns her a lot of money. Live streams on the dark net are popular. Some films are real snuff flicks. Others are just rape fantasy films like the one I made with 8 chicks dressed up like cheerleaders. The premise of her film was that I was the new cheerleader on the team, and I had to get hazed. Anally hazed. I play the victim well. I always have. They let me do a bump before the torture started. They used the biggest dildos I have ever seen on my ass too. Women can be so catty and mean to other woman. They are the worse. I never go to this bitch unless no one else will give me any coke. Hours and hours of anal torture sex for her viewers and my ass was prolapsed. It looked like raw hamburger meat. It felt like it too. The hardest I ever had to work for a bag of coke. But when I am desperate, I subject myself to any kind of torture.

Castration Phone Sex is Always Fun for Me

castration phone sexI am known for castration phone sex. I have never shied away from whacking off a pair of nuts. Sometimes, a guy pisses me off so much, I just take the entire kit and caboodle. Joshua is a P man. You might be too. Nothing wrong with it. I do not judge. I hate brats so it is no skin off my nose if you want to kill a little whore or explore your rape fantasies with one. I will never be a mother. I would end up like a guinea pig, eating her own at the first sign of weakness. Joshua is a weak man. He has been arrested a few times for being in possession of brat porn. He got caught once showing his little weenie to schoolgirls. Now, he is on the registry. He is labeled a P offender for life. He cannot control his urges. With his tiny shrimp dick, I doubt even the youngest of girls would feel his pathetic nub. Hell, he is so small, I questioned if he could even pop a cherry. He did not deserve to have a willy. No grown ass woman would want him, and I doubt any underdeveloped Lolita would either. He hired me for junk removal. He had the money to pay my fee. I strapped him into my castration chair, but he was too small for me to separate his cock from his balls like normal. I used torture sex to remove his junk. I know, it sounds painful. It is painful. I strapped his worthless dick and nuggets to a board, and I trampled his junk in high heels. I borrowed a page from a CBT book. I crushed his walnut sized balls and severed his pathetic penis with my high heel. Hearing him scream in pain made my pussy drip. I love to torture a loser. It did not take me long to dance a little jig on his junk and turn him into a eunuch. I butchered his cock and balls with body weight and high heels. It did not look pretty, but neither did his junk when it was intact. He got more than he bargained for with this taboo phone sex bitch.

Torture Sex Soul Eater Morticia

Torture sex Soul Eater is what I am. You will surrender to me. My very desire is for destroying young little cunts, pervert penises and filthy whores. I am a succubus that feeds off of the things that society shames and the things that people cherish. Young girls are filthy sluts for pervert prey just like the worthless sick fuck Scarlett. A worthless tranny that jerks her cock off to little girls. She makes them watch her. I want to make her fuck that young hole open with the brats mother forced to watch. I will then castrate the fuck. My friends and I will surround this filth pig and abduct her. cuff the whore shemale p-daddy and drag her off to the dessert.

A furry friend of mine, a bitch in heat wearing panties will piss in them. I will shove those bitch hormone rich soaked panties and shove them in the pervert p-whore’s mouth. She will be tied to a metal bench and the spreader bar between her legs. Her cock will be covered in innocence blood from violation and ripping of the young virgin cunt. She will be left for the Wolves to feast upon and the vermin to as well. This whore will left in the desert sun and scorched for days.

Happy Fucking Mother’s Day

Bloody phone sex

 

The last time I spent Mother’s Day with my bitch of a mom was the last time I ever saw her, and wouldn’t you know it, we both ended up covered in blood and bruises.  Her more than me.  She got her fair share of licks in, but when I bid my mother a final goodbye, I left Joann in a bloody heap on the floor. 

I was trying to be nice and rebuild the bridge between us that she had always done her best to burn.  I mean, surely if I can forgive years of torment and torture at the hands of her and all of the predatorial pricks she kept around, she can find it in her to be nice for a few hours while we try to catch up, right?  Fuck no, that cuntbag whore didn’t even say thank you for the gift and card I brought her and scoffed at the notion of eating lunch with me.  When I asked if I should “just leave” she went off saying that she didn’t even know why I was there in the first place.

I saw red and when I see red, shit gets real bad, real quick.  I don’t remember everything, you tend to forget shit when you lose control.  I do know that I leapt over the table like a wild cat on its prey and started hammer fisting Joann’s face over and over again.  Whore fish hooked me, jerking me off of her with one of her nicotine stained fingers in my cheek then rang my bell with a solid left hook.  She scrambled to her feet and was about to punt kick my face when I grabbed her by her Crocs, bit the fuck out of her ankle and used my low center of gravity to wrestle her back to the floor.  I reached up, grabbed the Yankee Candle I got her and smashed it over Joann’s head.  That took the fire out of her real quick.

I got to my feet and stomped her torso several times while screaming every obscenity at her I could conjure up at the moment.  I remember noticing the bloody glass beside her and couldn’t resist carving “MOM” into the cunt’s forehead which made her scream out in pain for the first time.  I did enjoy that.  After that I ripped up the card and let it rain down on her as I told her what a horrible mother she was, then turned and walked out the door without ever looking back.  That was a few years ago.  I hear she died recently.  Drug overdose, of course.  Good fucking riddance.  My only regret at this point is that I wasn’t the one who offed the bitch.

Anyway, happy fucking Mother’s Day you miserable piece of dead ass, daughter fucking, dick sucking, demon loving shit!  I hope you’re sucking all the cocks in hell, Whore!  

 

Castration For A Crooked Cop

He came up to my window and I could tell he was a crooked cop, he told me I did not switch lanes right. It was a lie, and I could see he was staring at my tits. I told him if he didn’t mind following me,

Castration phone sex

I could show him I learned my lesson. At my apartment I got to my knees and sucked his cock, he agreed to let me use his handcuffs. What a sucker, that is when I tied a rubber band to his balls and kicked his nut sack with my heels. He yelped and I stuffed my wet panties in his mouth. His cock was no longer hard, so I stroked his cop dick and made sure it was all the way stretched out. I played with my wet cunt telling him that is what he was about to have. Fear hit his face when he saw me pull my butcher knife out. With one swift move I chopped his bad cop dick all the way off. His muffled scream got me excited, and I plunged my fingers in my cunt hole finger fucking myself as I watched him bleed out. As I started cumming I moaned out how now he has a pussy, and I will soon it will be fucked by this sadistic bitch. 

Snuff Porn Makes Me Money

snuff pornWeekends are for snuff porn for me. I used to just make homemade snuff flicks for my pleasure. Then about ten years ago, a guy asked me to make one for him. Sort of a keepsake of a kill I did for hire for him. That was a profitable move on my part. One, I have been recreating ever since. I do not need a partner in crime or a client to make snuff films though. But if I am going to kill anyway, why not make a profit, right? Tony approached me last week about a snuff film he wanted of his ex-wife. She has been bleeding him dry financially for years. That is because she knows his dirty secrets. He has been banging his daughter for a few years. The wife, who is the girl’s stepmom, found out. Instead of doing the right thing like going to the cops or something, she blackmailed him. He wanted the cunt gone because she is a liability. He wanted to add to his collection of snuff movies though too. Not a problem for me. I will kill anyone for pleasure or profit. I hate gold diggers anyway. I made her murder look like a home invasion gone wrong. We set the ex-husband up with an airtight alibi because the ex-husband is always a suspect. I had fun with this one. She was in a nice house, on his dime of course. White rugs and furniture everywhere. I turned everything blood red. I broke into the safe and stole the jewels and pictures she had. This cunt had blackmail material on some powerful men. I wanted to leave some of the pictures, but that would cast more suspicion on my client. I took them all. I stabbed her in a staged frenzy so that the murder looked unplanned. Her bright red blood stained the white walls, rugs and furniture quickly. It was a bloody phone sex massacre. All captured on film too. My client was very happy to get a call from me on a burner cell he uses. He tossed in some bonus money for making her death extra violent. Who says crime does not pay?