Category: Mutilation phone sex

Ethical Hunting

Cannibalism phone sex

He knows all about the vices a man needs when he wants to be eaten. Cannibalism phone sex has a gold standard for me. Men who want to be my feast are what I seek. It is ethical hunting in its purest form!  I’m sure PETA won’t have anything to say when your meat source begs to be eaten! I even have a nice blue meat stamp that says Grade a long pig Femme Association of Cannibalism so that I can stamp my products of consumption.  Conned by me into a red room of sexual delight, or so he thought. That drink made him fuzzy and not thinking straight when I led him to my house of pain and pleasure (for me). Strapped to my metal table I began by rubbing seasoned oil and spices all over my long pig. He seems to be happy about this so I decide to liven my human pork belly up by filleting a piece of his stomach off and throwing it into the vat of oil beside us. It crisps up so nicely and I enjoy it with the screams of my victim as ambience. Slowly devouring my victim and ending with his cock and balls as the stump of flesh left with be the moist and savory delicacy I have ever had the pleasure of ingesting!  

Can I castrate and eat your body? 

As if you had any choice! 

But it is so sexy when you offer up your body for my nutrients!

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Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSometimes I am minding my own business and I get into a snuff sex mood. I saw this young brat. She was cute for a soul stealing, germy little girl. I was thinking more about all the fun you could have with her. But sadly, you were not with me. You would have loved fucking her tiny bald cunt. As I stared at her thinking about you forcing your big dick into her teeny tiny hole, I got wet. Even though I was without a partner, I decided I had to have this little girl. I am patient. I waited in stealth, observing and waiting for my opportunity. She was playing in the park. Eventually all her little brat friends went home, and she was still there all by herself. It was fate. She needed you but she got me. I drugged her so I could cart her off quietly. I took her to my kill shack in the woods and I carver her up like a piece of meat. If I am by myself, I take my time and make the torture sex last. The screams of the young ones get me going. I carved up her tiny body with my big knife. I watched the crimson blood flow from her veins and pool on my floor. I knew what I was having for dinner. She was tiny. I chopped up her limbs and tossed her head to the coyotes. I put her limbs in a stew pot and removed the organ meat for a future meal. A young girl’s flesh is like eating veal. Its tender and oh so succulent if prepared right. I can have you over for the organ meat maybe. It is chock full of protein and vitamins. I do love eating young girls in more ways than one. But it is lonely sometimes to eat alone.

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI auditioned for a snuff porn. I needed the money. I was scared though. Wicked scared. I did not know if this would be simulated or not. I mean they advertised in a mainstream fetish magazine. I had to provide my driver’s license. There was a set and a crew.  It seemed legitimate. I was still nervous. Things never quite go as planned with me. My need for coke takes over all common sense. I arrived for the audition. I was not alone. Other girls were there too, but I was not sure if they were auditioning too. The director took me to an individual set. It was like a no tell motel room. I was nervous, but when they asked me to strip naked, I did. They could tell I was nervous, so the director offered me some blow. I have done a few snuff movies. No one gave me blow without a catch. I pushed the doubts out of my mind and did a line. Fast acting blow because in minutes I was ready for my close-up. About ten men entered the room with me and started smacking me around. They fish hooked my mouth and started pawing at my body like hungry animals. Some grabbed my tits, others shoved fingers in my holes. Even more slapped my face and tits. This was a gangbang film. I may not like them, but I usually survive them. I barely survived this one. These men were savages. They pinned me on the ground and took turns force fucking me. The director was loving it. Me? Not so much. This was a violent gangbang rape porn with many cocks shoved in my holes at once. They came in me and on me while pissing and spitting on me too. I was black and blue and covered in DNA when the director yelled cut. I was ready to get my money and run. There was only problem. This was just the audition. I did not have the part yet. Fuck my life.

Castration Phone Sex for Darwin Award Winners

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular with me. I do a lot of castration calls weekly, but every now and then I meet a candidate for the Darwin Awards. Chuck was this week’s winner in my opinion. I met him months ago. He hired me to castrate him, then backed out at the last minute. It happens more often than I like. It is the reason I take a half payment up front. It is nonrefundable. I will not just let a small dick loser back out of an agreement without getting something out of it for my time. Chuck has been calling for months trying to get me to castrate him again, but I do not give losers a second chance to screw me over. My time is precious and there is a lot of preparation that goes into getting ready for a castration phone sex call. 

castration phone sexTwo nights ago, this Darwin candidate showed up bleeding at my front door. I was not sure how he knew where I lived. I never give out that information. He must have stalked me. I let him in my house, but he was not going to leave. The fucking idiot tried to castrate himself and ending up taking everything. He took  his cock. He wanted to pay me to attach his dick back on. He was not Lorena Bobbitt’s husband, and I was not a nurse. I was not going to attach his Frankenpenis. This stupid mother fucker deserved to die. He was too stupid to live. He managed to cauterize his wound. I could let infection set in and turn his body septic, or I could kill him because he was too stupid to live. I mean he really mutilated his junk. I was surprised he was still walking and talking. 

castration phone sexI was a bit disappointed that I could not remove his dick, but he did save me his worthless balls. I do love castration phone sex. I have a lot of sharp knives and even an old death row electrocution chair I converted into a castration chair. No one does more dick removal than me. Since Mr. Darwin Award did most of it for me, I was left with killing him. In his weakened state, he was no match for me. I was able to tie him up and carve up his body. I removed his nipples first. I cut his tongue out too.I saved the balls for last. Well not completely last because I stabbed his asshole with the knife I would have used to cut off his junk. The loser came to a castration queen to save his life. He definitely deserves the Darwin Award because Chuck is the stupidest man alive. Well, he was the stupidest man alive. 

Date Turned To A Nightmare

As a druggy cum slut of a bimbo date nights never go well. This date was set up for me by my dealer whom I owed. I thought I was just going to entertain some rich guy for him. Never thought I’d end up in a torture phone sex situation. Stupid me to think it would be an easy way around what I owed him.

Yeah I knew he was a Puerto Rican drug lord and all, but fuck the dude has class. How bad would it be, I mean he is a religious man and just deals in some seedy shit. Life takes weird turns right? Well fuck of a lot did I know. This was a set-up for my demise. Yeah, I know I should be used to it right? After all I am constantly being ruined, tortured and left for dead. Fuck knows it’s the only way I feel alive.

This guy was damned near 7 feet tall and a fucking beast. He was extremely intimidating and I was weak in the knees just imaging what his cock would be like. I seriously got wet imagining him taking me and taking me hard. This guy must really destroy girls with his fucking. I honestly could not think straight and was just all over him, wanting him. The wetness between my legs could be smelled by an animal like him.

It seems he did smell me and it made something really click. His beastliness came out. He took me to a seedy hotel that was abandoned. I was eager to fucking please him but he wanted none of that. He back handed me so hard when I tried to go for his cock. Knocking me down. He grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me across the floor to the bathroom. I was still unable to keep my hands from my cunt and he just laughed at me.

He called me a perra tonta and laughed some more. I was taped with duct tape and he started to cut me up before getting a call and rushed out. I was bleeding out and could barely get loose of the tape. I woke up in the ER hours later.

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Ass Rape Porn Star Goes to the ER

ass rape pornI am an ass rape porn star. Like I have done anal porn. I made quite a name for my self in the hardcore anal porn world. I retired though, at least professionally. I have tried to get into more mainstream porn, but when you have been a hardcore anal whore most mainstream places will not touch you. So, when I get pressed for cash, I must slip back into the seedy world of underground hardcore anal porn. It pays well, but it is dangerous, and you lose your dignity. Most men will tell you a taboo whore like me has no dignity to lose. That may be true, but I try to be a normal woman, but the lure of fast cash pulls me back in every time. Two nights ago, I ended up in the ER with a ripped rectum. That was the doctor’s term. I did an ass porn, and his cock was the hugest I have ever had in my asshole. He did more than prolapse my asshole. He tore through my ass requiring medical attention as my ass was bleeding. His cock was 14-inches and the thickest I have ever seen. I mean two hands wrapped around it and I could not get my fingers to touch. He was some Italian Stallion with a brutal side. I mean he paid this man a couple grand to find him a taboo phone sex whore who liked it in the ass. I have worked with the director before many times, so I was his first call. I was compensated well, more than I have ever made off any ass porn before. But I have never required stitches before, so maybe the money was not worth it. Who am I kidding? The money was so worth a ripped rectum. I have insurance. Some rest and ice on my ass, I will be back in the game before long.

Scream Queen Murder Scene

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Her blood was splattered everywhere; the windows, the walls, dripping down my naked cunt. It was the lube I was using to fuck myself with – a huge dildo in my hand furiously pumping in and out of my cunt. I had slit her throat slowly with a pair of sewing scissors with no regard for the dull, rusty edge. She screamed as I sawed through her throat. She pleaded as she started to bleed right up until I pierced her trachea and she was just a whistle when she tried to speak. I could see the fear marinating in her eyes as I dipped my big dildo dong into her throat and got it into a bloody fucking mess before plunging all thirteen inches into my cunt. I bound her then, and watched her bleed out as I peeled skin from her face to snack on.

It’s the thrill of the hunt, of the kill that drives me. My cunt drips as my stomach growls, eager for the flesh of man. I’m a blood thirsty, lustful demon at my core and if you can’t keep up with me I suggest running in the opposite direction. Else wise, you might end up as my next fucking snack.

Mutilation Phone Sex

Bloody Phone Sex Massacre Weekend

bloody phone sexI enjoy a bloody phone sex massacre. Honestly, the bloodier the better. When I am in a massacre mood, I take my victim to my kill shack in the woods. It is not on any map, and I can get as messy as I want because no one will find the remains. This little shack is not in my name either. I inherited it from my grandpa, but for 70 years this shack has stayed off of anyone’s radar. My grandpa built it. I was told it was his hunting cabin, but I knew it was where he took his victims. My grandpa was a serial killer. A thrill killer who never got caught because he did not have a pattern. He taught me everything I know about hunting and killing. I enjoy killing free from restraint. If I kill a person on their turf or in my home, I must worry about DNA. Out in my kill shack, however, the coyotes will take care of the DNA for me. I took this teen whore to my cabin over the weekend. She went willingly because she thought she was auditioning for a horror movie, not a snuff porn. I was just in the mood to mutilate a pretty young cock tease. I was solo on this kill. That is because very few people know about my cabin in the woods. Once they have seen it, I need to kill them. That is how no one knows about it. This girl was a teenager. Her name was Jenny. I drugged her and dismembered her body after I disemboweled her. I like to feed the wild animals protein rich organ meat from tender age victims. It is good for them. I gutted her in my basin tub. Drained her body of blood. Removed all her organs and then carved off every limb. It was a bloody mess, but wicked hot fun for a sick bitch like me. I fed all the remains to the wild animals, then I bathed in her warm blood like a witch. It was a wonderful weekend. I condensed the story obviously to fit in a blog, but it is a long and sordid tale of death and dismemberment. My kind of weekend.

Snuff Porn Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sundays are a thing with my stepson and me. My husband is watching sports all day and I go visit his boy. My husband thinks my relationship with his son is maternal. It is nothing of the sort. I go to visit him so I can get some free coke. Well, I guess it is not really free because I have to work for it. And his relationship to me is out of necessity. He needs me. I am his cash cow. I am his 911 call because if he needs money, I can help him make it. He needed money. I needed coke. We helped each other out early this morning. When I arrived, I knew the drill. I knew I would have to subject myself to his violence. Today was a bit different. He had another woman tied to a chair waiting for me. I was not sure what was going to happen, but I was nervous. Since she was tied to the chair, my guess was she was not there to hurt me. He was going to abuse two hot milfs at once. He started on her, and what he did made me nauseated. He burned her flesh. First, with cigarettes. Then with a hot poker from the fire place. The Bitcoin sounds were going crazy. He was making bank. What was he going to do to me? Her flesh was peeling off her body. He was going to kill her. He has never killed a woman before.  At least not to my knowledge. Then suddenly, he untied me and told me to pick up a poker. It was not a choice. I could tell if I was not his accomplice phone sex partner, I would be tortured to death too. The Bitcoins were on fire and so was this woman. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach over what I did. My stepson is a murderer and I helped him. But I survived and I got coke.

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.