Category: Mutilation phone sex

Evil phone sex miracles are made with my body

Evil phone sexThe French call the orgasm the little death and I am searching for death both large and small during evil phone sex. My ambitions, my passions, my fun, they’re all past issues that don’t matter anymore the moment I’m under a knife or man’s torture tools. I seek out greater pains, greater vengeful wrath meant towards others that he can make my problem. Just last night I found myself sliced into and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips and threatened to make my life another scarcity. He’d told me if I was too loud he’d slit my throat, and I thought he meant it. I felt an incision at my bloody dream flow just after I let out my blissful gasp. The thing is, I was still alive, I hadn’t been fully carved into oblivion yet. A sign of his cowardice, maybe, but also a sign of his desire to keep me around a little longer to wreck, destroy, and treat to an oblivion of orgasmic bliss. Killer phone sex just doesn’t get better.

His cock was somewhere, I wasn’t fully sure. So many blades having nicked me, cut me, turned me into a whining bitch. I couldn’t feel anything properly anymore. Maybe I’d lost too much blood, maybe I’d lost my mind. Maybe it was his meaty need roughing up my insides down low and pushing me towards an edge I hadn’t known I’d needed. Or maybe that was yet another blade, permanently scarring me and destroying me for other men. The difference wasn’t in what was really happening, it’s what he wanted to happen. I was a slutty torture slave for his whims and needs and nothing was going to change that, not even an idealized realization of the dark abyss knife play phone sex.

I’ll Be Your Mother: Slice Me!

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Your mom is such a bitch, isn’t she? Haven’t you ever wanted to torture and kill her? Don’t you dream of slicing her throat open for nagging you  or stabbing her chest for getting in your business? 

You can’t kill her, though. Social conventions keep you from ending that bitch’s life and walking away free. In addition, she makes some amazing food that you would miss if you took a machete and sliced off her head. So, what can someone like you do? You get a surrogate. 

I look just like your mother, don’t I? That is, if your mother was a vulnerable teen cum dumpster. Your mother has been on your ass about some bullshit and someone needs to pay. Take your knife and cut me from clit to tits. Make me scream and wish I was never born. Make deep cuts all over my body to make me feel how you feel right now. Get all of your anger out and, if I haven’t died from blood cut, slice my throat. 

Bloody phone sex with the highest bidder my Master could find.

Bloody phone sexMy master isn’t very selective on who he gives me to for horrendously bloody phone sex. If they can pay and manage to impress him even al little bit, I find myself sold off for a short while like a tool or electronic you can rent at a store. It’s degrading, I belong to master, he deserves my attention and I his! If it was up to me I’d spend all day and night cradling his balls while ensuring his every whim and fancy are tended to. He’d be in his own paradise. Unfortunately it’s not up to me, I have to give my beautiful body to random men, and sometimes those men are like this. Sometimes those men tie me down with metal rope – chains – and don’t care that they’re too tight and are digging into my evil phone sex skin. Sometimes those men are really rough with my bare ass, spanking it hard enough to make it loud. My insides always shift when that happens, squelching a little and forcing a moan from my lips. I don’t like it when that happens, but just like being rented out I don’t get a choice at what my evil body decides to do to my wills and whims. I’m not just a slave to master, I’m a slave to this cursed conditioning and all the lewd ways it makes me a toy to the highest bidder. It doesn’t take me long once I’m tied down and being roughed up to get me gushing and my cheeks red. I’m a blushy girl for a lovely evening on a stone table with a ritual knife. Knife play phone sex actually really gets me going, I love the feeling of my skin being separated while I’m blindfolded and don’t even get a warning. Pain is invigorating and almost makes me forget that I’m not with master making his night a fantasy.

Rape phone sex fantasies gave me what i needed to turn the tables

Every man I have had around me long enough or even a few I came across are depraved sick bastards. They all wanted to use me for their Rape phone sex fantasies. The last time I decided I was going to turn the tables and use all the things I learned from being used. When he tried to force my hands behind my back to tie me up, I thought about ball torturing. I grabbed his balls hard and pulled them and dug my nails into them. He got weak and I just pulled more and more, that is when he dropped his knife. After I picked it up I made him cuff himself to the same post he was going to have me on. Like a bitch he begged and begged for me to let him go. I pulled his cock out his pants. he was going to fuck me and have me bloody, so i was going to do the same to him. I forced him to bend over and I started kicking his balls and asshole hard. Seeing him cry and look like a weak bitch turned my cunt on. His cock and balls were red and swollen, even a bit blue. I started jerking him off as he whimpered begging for me to not let him get hard. I laughed and my pussy twitched when i told him that he wanted to get hard and have Torture sex with me. It shouldn’t be any different now. When his cock finally got hard, I took my knife and cut it right off. When he screamed I shoved his bloody dick in his mouth. I face fucked him as i fingered my pussy. Watching the blood drip from his weak body was a turn on, no wonder my uncle and every guy loves it. When I was about to cum I shoved his bloody severed cock all the way down his throat until it disappeared and he stopped moving. That powerful feeling i got, i crave all the time now.

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 Snuff Sex ???? Raw ????

Snuff sex Raw ????is a devilishly good way to have some young succulent flesh. I Love to bite into that delicate ass flesh and just bite a chunk out. This is how I get when I start suffering from a nutrient deficiency. I crave raw flesh. I am not into raw animal meat. My craving????‍♀️  and need is of a cannibalistic need.

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These cannibalistic cravings are impressions left in my DNA from ancestral Hunter gatherer’s. My bloodline was said to be of an albino cannibal clan that loved to devour it’s victims when the adrenaline is high.  The release and chase is the most prominent form of getting the victims meat spiced well.

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The best is to cage and torture the whores or beastly men a bit and build up the serum in their blood. Then with a taunting and game time we release them and let them run. I have to say I was not ever told to not play with my food and now I understand why. It’s far most delectable when the food is spiced well.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.

The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.

Castration Phone Sex, Snuff and Revenge are Things I Love

castration phone sexYou might be surprised how many men are truly into castration phone sex. It is mind boggling to me that men want to willingly part with their balls. I will castrate a man who is willing or not. I castrate men who think their balls are an entitlement to force fuck women every day of the week for free. But men who willingly want their balls gone I will charge a hefty fee. Either you piss me off and I castrate you, or you pay me to castrate you. Sometimes, a guy hires me to castrate him, then tries to piss me off so I take his balls for free because he is a broke ass loser. That shit does not fly with me. One thing many men do not realize about me is that I am an expert hacker. I make a lot of money doing snuff phone sex. I supplement with hired castrations and kills, but my real money is in hacking. Men and women alike hire me to find out hidden financials, dirty secrets and affairs on folks that they can use for blackmail or in divorce proceedings. I have access to a loser’s bank account before he arrives for a castration appointment. Ian paid me half up front, and the rest would be paid after I chopped his balls off. Well, he tried to skip bail and not pay anything. He wanted his balls gone. He said he was a pervert who would get arrested if they were not removed.  I found his stash of P porn when I hacked his computer. I could send him to prison for a long time. P men like him are brutalized daily in the pen. It is called karma. I decided to take his balls. Drain his bank accounts and report him to the police. I did not care that he liked littles porn. I cared that he tried to get me to cut his balls off for free. Because he was such a weasel, I used a rusty blade and I did not cauterize the wound. I dropped him off at a park near his house, made a 911 call from his own phone and told them that a tender age diddler got what was coming to him. I doubt anyone will seek justice for the pervert once they see what is on his computer. Do not ever cross a sadistic phone sex bitch.

Bloody phone sex in a park for my hubbie is just who I am

Bloody Phone SexMy boyfriend invited me out, which is normally code word for get super fucked up and ride everyone in the vicinity while having bloody phone sex. Tonight was no different, I knew the moment I got to the park they decided was a good meeting place that I was about to have a hell of a time. If by hell of a time one normally means getting whipped against a swingset while being fucked. I took a deep breath, looked him in the eyes. “Do we need the money that badly?” He didn’t have to answer, I knew what I was, a no good whore that needs to learn her place again and again until she stops feeling it. My whole body was sore from the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that. This was going to be nothing, and after a quick breath I took my position. My belly flat on the swing seat ready for their fantasy phone sex desires, my ass hanging out in the air, my tits in a great position for someone to play with while their cock bobbed between them. I wasn’t surprised when two guys took their place. One deciding to forego my pussy in pursuit of causing me much more pain. He thrust right into my ass without a warning and started a brutal fuck that had me crying well before even the barest amount of precum was used to lube my abused hole. I didn’t get to cry out for long though, probably for the best, before an even bigger dick was slipping into my mouth. My hair was grabbed, and it was rammed so deep I heard my jaw crack and snap. I hoped the blood I’d be leaving all over the ground wasn’t going to be traced back to anyone. My hubbie needed his money, and that meant I put up with it with an attempted smile. I always provide gangbang rape porn for men like these.

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

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I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Mutilation Phone Sex for a Man of the Cloth

I was staying at a Hostile over the Summer when I went to Europe. And all I could think about was Mutilation phone sex with a few of these lame fucks staying there. Most were testosterone fueled morons that a drop of alcoholic drink made total morons.

On my last weekend there, I had a Priest staying in the room opposite me. He was young and kinda cute in his damned costume. I would just tease him and flirt with him. One night I snuck into his room after I took some ecstasy while out at a club. I seem to get bolder and more demanding on that shit.

In fact I found myself tying the man of the cloth up and building an alter with candles and a dagger. My thoughts were very dark. Seeing him he was getting so fucking hard. As I undressed I put his priest robe on. And then I crawled on top of his naked body and straddled his hard dick as I chanted every blasphemy I could think of and rode that big cock. I squeezed the cum from him.

Slipping off of him and knowing I made him break his vow of chastity I laughed. I sat and slipped the ritual dagger in my cunt and worked myself into an orgasm squirting his jizz onto the blade. I slit my cunt a little bit to mix my blood. Dipped it into wine and made him drink. This was the hottest shit. I was needing to catch my flight and ran out changed and grabbed my bag. I fled to the airport and that was the end of that.

Heaven knows I would have enjoyed Mutilation Phone Sex …

Heaven knows I would have done far more fucked up shit with him and maybe have him transfer to the satanic side. But fuck knows, maybe he has.

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