Category: Mutilation phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex with Me Leaves You without a Dick and Dead Sometimes Too

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex with me may end your life or leave you dickless. So, consider yourself warned. I am not your typical girl. No girl on a snuff site is. When you call a sadistic bitch like me you best not be looking for a normal fuck call. Those I never do. Never. Most guys follow my rules on my phone sex line and in my personal life. However, there will always be those self-entitled assholes who think that because they paid you for a service they can do as they please.

Take Mike for example. He hired me to castrate him. But he got cold feet and thought he could fuck me instead. Why in the world would I ever fuck a man who knows his cock cannot do anything for a woman. If you want me to castrate you, I will not fuck you. If you do not think you are worthy, why should I?

He paid me $10,000 for castration phone sex. Just this was real life, not my phone life. But when he met me, he got a boner. I guess he likes Goth babes. But not my problem. I would not refund him. And I told him no refunds when he paid me. So, this idiot tried to force himself on me. But no man ever catches me off guard. I have eyes in the back of my head. Plus, I’m always strapped with a knife or two.

If You Pay Me for Castration, You Can Never Fuck Me Before You Lose Your Balls

When he tackled me to the ground, I kneed him in his balls. Made him cry like a bitch. That was enough time for me to regain control. My knife sliced his leg to hobble him. Mike was a big boy. Not tall but fat. He could have squashed me. But he did not because I am a swift thinker and always prepared. I strapped him down on the floor, tying him to the table and coffee table legs. Then I stripped him and did the job he paid me to do. But first I kicked him in the balls several times. Hard too.

I took his cock and balls. Shoved both in his mouth, pinched his nose and suffocated him. Yes, he got snuff sex and castration. Maybe not a bonus for him, but a bonus for me.

Snuff Porn : A Strung Out White Whore is Easy

Snuff Porn  for a Strung Out White Whore  like me is appropriate use of me. I’m easy and Gangbanging and rape porn fantasy movies are my true calling. Especially as such is an honest living for a coke whore bimbo.

One night I was literally crawling home from a screening of a sadistically twisted filming. My ass and cunt where totally blown out and swollen. The drugs wore off and I was vomiting up blood from getting my body so wrecked.

At some point a couple of drunk frat guys happened upon me. I really looked a wreck but still fuckable I guess. Hell drunk frat guys will fuck a damned corpse if she had nice tits, a pretty but wrecked face and a couple of holes.

Now that these guys dragged me back to their frat house they fed me a whole lot of smack and crack. Laughing at me as they watched me be a total used up cock puppet. These guys used me for their hazing of wannabes.

Finally, after the frat dick gangbang  live streamed the snuff porn for an hour. Then they shoved me in an Uber and sent me on. However that wasn’t the end of my night. This uber driver had come to other plans.

Last thing I recall was being assisted to my apartment. Then everything went black. I was knocked over the head and had my ass completely destroyed. Once I awoke I just wished for more dick.

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Accomplice Phone Sex Brings Out Sadistic Tendencies

 

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Accomplice phone sex is like a gateway drug. I started out as a strung-out slut and was that way for years. Guys could do anything to my worn out cunt for some blow. Who cares about anything being high all the time but that changed one night. The last guy took advantage of me and something inside my warped brain snapped. He threw a wad of cash down on the floor and said something about how next time I could puke of his fuckin’ dick for all he cared. I laughed and so did he, his twisted , disgusting face looked like a demon in that moment I grabbed the ashtray cracking it on the back of his skull. He yelped in pain and swung around trying to fight me off, “You cum bucket, coke whore!” he screamed. I calmly told him that all those accomplice phone sex calls he told me about in his drug fueled stupor had gone to his head. He had no idea how things can turn on a dime. As he crawled on the jizz stained carpet with a gooey mess of blood pouring from the back of his head I began to laugh harder. I mocked him as I went to the kitchen to get a knife from the block. I chose a sharp one, perfect for cutting meat- human flesh meat! He was near the couch becoming delirious as I stomped my stiletto heel into the base of his spine. All those years of being in and out of hospitals had paid off. He made the most guttural sound and began to piss his pants. I snarled at him with the knife in my hand and said, “darling, why don’t we talk about castration phone sex?”. The coke pumped through my body giving me what seemed like the strength of a thousand men as I rolled him over like he was an mannequin. He started to sob, but it was too late. I tore his urine stained pants and underwear down. His cock was flaccid and pathetic looking. Wielding the knife with a butcher’s skill, I severed his cock from his body as he squealed like a pig being slaughtered. He had no idea his stories about accomplice phone sex would turn me into a predator.

Snuff Movies and Chill? Well, How About Just the Snuff Flicks

snuff moviesIt’s getting to be snuff movies and cuddling season. Although, I never cuddle, LOL. I’ve killed men for even trying. If you know anything about me, you know I do not cuddle. And I do zero romance. No baby talk or pet names either. Fall means death to me. But then all seasons do. However, Fall includes Halloween. And that means 30 days until Killtober.

I started a little early this year. Perhaps, it is me. Or maybe they just make more idiots every year. I’ll admit, my tolerance for stupidity seems to be even lower than my tolerance for pet names and romance.  When I met Dave at my coffee shop, he seemed to be a Goth boy. So, when we started talking, I thought maybe I met a guy I could just snuff porn and chill with. He seemed every bit as dark as me.

We have talked every morning almost for a few months now. So, when he asked if I wanted to hang, I agreed. But I had my radar on. I had him come to my place, so I had the hometown advantage if things went awry. And they did sadly.  I never take pride in killing other Goths. But a sadistic bitch must do what a sadistic bitch does. And that’s kill and castrate. Most of my victims appear to be just normal, white boy tools. So, I did not expect my Goth boy server to pounce on me.

I Love Killtober Season

Maybe he pretended to be Goth. Who knows. He dead and worm feed now. We sat on the couch, and he put his arm around me. So, I schooled him on my rules. No romance. No cuddling. And no pet names or baby talk. He pushed me down on my couch and attempted to rip my clothes off. But I am always strapped with a knife for this very reason. Sure, I would have preferred to torture him for hours, but he had the advantage of strength. So, I grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the gut. Knife play phone sex seems like my best friend lately.

As I twisted the knife, I felt his blood and guts pour out of him and onto my body. I let him bleed out on me. The smell and feel of blood intoxicate me. Eventually, I pushed his carcass off me and dragged his body out back for the wildlife to dispose of for me. But he made

Blasphemy Sex and Satanic Rituals Is The Best Sex

Blasphemy Sex and Satanic Rituals Is The Best Sex. As a born into Paganism kind of Goth, my life revolves around rituals. And that is the same with my work life. As a phone sex snuff whore, my pre work rituals are sacred.

Sometimes I will hike up to an abandoned church nearby. Once there I will strip naked and burn my red and black candles. Then I sit back on the dirty floor and just make a tiny slit on my cunt lip with a razor blade.

Then in my bag I have to blood of a virginal beauty I collected last I was forced to babysit a little sister. I collected her menstrual flow and I used it to draw a pentagram. Then with some lighter fluid and a match I lit it all on fire.

Now with the ritual start I lay back and masturbate my bloody cunt with a crucifix wax dildo. Uttering mantras of sadistic joys in how many ways I will fuck and violate Jesus. Then the ways that that Virgin Mary will be fucked into aborting Jesus from her womb by Satan.

Finally the purest joy is summoning Satan with his enraged red phallus to violate my cunt as I Utter over and over Hail Daddy Satan. As I cum on my dildo with the burning candle wax dripping upon my pale flesh I feel a strong need.

Finally this need is in need of manifesting through my disciple’s of Snuff Phone Sex. Call me destroy some young cunts and cocks. Or in turn to be destroyed by a dark goddess with the power of the devil engrained within her DNA. I beckon Thee.

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Cannibalism phone sex gets a cock bit off.

            Cannibalism phone sex gets a cock bit off. Play with me. If you don’t want to play, then I am going to get very peeved. With this in mind, what I get my teeth sunk into tends to go bye-bye. Now all the greats were greatly misunderstood.

            After all, take a look at one of my heroes. Lorraina Bobbitt was simply misunderstood. Same thing with Jeffrey Dahmer. Now me personally, I like to combine the two. I will bite that cock off. Gobble it down.

            Next thing you know I am Roleplaying that I am Hannibal Lecter. Having that dinner part. Would you like to join me? Besides serving up a cock. Eating it down. It must be remembered that the brains are an important part of the meal.

            Now the great thing about brains is you can eat them while the person is still alive. Should we use a spoon? No, never. How uncouth.

            The Evil phone sex comes into play when I feed you, your own brains. Oh to be sure you are going to really like the taste of yourself. Distracting you with my tits. Injecting you so that you don’t feel as if I remove the top of your skull.

            Cut away at the brain. Little by little. Continue to serve you and eat you. Until you finally succumb to the mortal wounds that I have inflicted.

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Gothic Phone Sex Season Has Arrived and I am Ready to Kill

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex season has arrived. And no one is more excited than me. The spooky season makes it so much easier to kidnap people and do very bad things to them. Lots of costume parties and drunk men and women makes finding prey easier. And I am all prepared with my costumes and knives to blend in as Halloween festivities approach.

I am committed to killing at least one person a day until November 1st.  Last year I hit a record of 62 kills between September and October. However, this year I want to up that number.  And last night seemed like a perfect and bloody way to start snuff sex season. I found a drunk coed all dressed up like Harley Quinn. I guess some college bar in the next county over hosted an early costume party. But I blended in. Everyone thought I had dressed like Wednesday Addams. But this is my everyday look. I blend in during Halloween season.

Spooky Season Makes It Easier To Kill

When I saw this drunk bimbo coed stumbling out of the bar, I knew she was the one. Easy prey. The bitch tried to get into her car but put the key in the wrong car. I watched her for a few minutes before I pretended to be an off-duty Uber driver and got her in my car. Serial killer Ted Bundy inspired me. The back of my car has no door handles on the inside. However, this coed seemed too drunk to realize it. She passed out in the back seat before I got her to her final destination.

She did not weigh much, so I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to my underground dungeon like a sack of potatoes. Tied her up, stripped her naked and waited for her to wake up. Killer phone sex is not fun for me if you sleep through it. She seemed disoriented and confused. So, I explained what a dumb cunt she had been. And then I sexually mutilated her tits, cunt and ass. Destroyed all her holes with very sharp knives. Eventually, I dismembered her slowly and fed her limb by limb to the wild animals behind my house.

No one will know where to look for her. Perhaps, no one will even miss her. But I know that no one will find her if the do miss the dumb cunt.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Left Me Naked and Battered Alongside of a Dark Road

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex stories get my pussy wet. I know. Folks ask me all the time what’s wrong with me. Nothing I tell them. I just enjoy dark fantasies. Plus, my life is a far cry from vanilla. Although I can fake it, I am nothing but an old coke whore. And because of that I get myself in some precarious situations.

My husband gave me money to fix my car. But I bought coke instead. I thought I could get some more miles on my car before it died. And I when I got paid, I could fix the car. I needed coke more than a working car. But on my way back from my dealer’s house my car broke down. However, I knew I could not call my husband to pick me up. Then he would know I put the money up my nose instead of fixing the car.

So, I called AAA to tow me. I got into a car with a man who I thought AAA sent to take me someplace safe. A dark rarely traveled road in the middle of the night no one thought would be safe for me. Even though I do hardcore ass rape porn often, I still did not want to be alone there. But I got into a car with a stranger, not a AAA driver. And I got myself violated and left along side of the road.

My Drug Addiction Puts Me in Danger Almost Daily

As soon as I got in the car, he shot something in my thigh. And the next moment, I woke up naked, battered and full of cum in my cunt and ass along the side of the road. Even as high as I get, I always remember what I did. So, what ever he gave me must have been very strong. My cunt looked bloody. Not sure what he fucked me with. But I doubt just a cock could destroy my cunt like that. Not even a big black cock.

My ass felt equally destroyed. Luckily, my broke down car was not far away. I crawled back to it and waited for AAA.  Perhaps I could use the rape phone sex fantasies of the guy who picked me up as an excuse of why I did not fix the car. Someone kidnapped me and sexually assaulted me on the way to the car shop and robbed me too. And left me unconscious on the side of a rarely traveled road. My husband can be so gullible sometimes.

Knife Play Phone Sex Cuts You To the Bone

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex cuts you to the bone with me. And I do mean that literally. This little sissy bitch found me on the dark web. And I guess he did not read all the details about me when he reached out to me on my burner cell to book me for some extreme cock and ball torture. I’m a sadistic bitch who sees very little value in a man’s junk, especially a sissy’s junk.

This loser paid a hefty sum for alone time with me. I brought my knife collection too. Honestly, no clue what he thought might occur during our session. He wanted me to peg his ass. And I explained pegging seemed a little too vanilla for someone who goes by the wicked butcher on the dark net. I am into extreme cock and ball torture sex. When I mentioned it felt more natural for me to neuter him, he acted like he did not know I was that wicked.

And he tried to get a refund. Nope. No refunds. And it’s in the fine print he signed online. I asked him if he was that dumb to think he paid a few grand to get pegged? That vanilla shit you can find anywhere for free. Most women will willingly peg a man’s ass and not even consider slicing the sissy’s balls off in the process. But I am not most women. Never will be either.

I am a Wicked Butcher, So No Vanilla Shit Ever With Me

When he tried to run for the door, I tossed a knife to hit him in his sissy ass. And that brought him to his knees. As he screamed in pain, I mocked him. His pain had only just begun. I dragged him to my medieval rack and bound him too it. And a few cranks had his body in a tortuous state. But that was my purpose. Even wiggling an inch would cause pain and maybe even break a bone. I turned on my camera. Perhaps along with the castration phone sex, I thought I might make an educational movie about what happens to dumb assess.

I did not even use a castration band. No mercy for a stupid apparently illiterate sissy bitch who did not understand what he paid me for. Always read bios before you pay a woman for anything. I cut his balls off and let him bleed all over my nice torture rack. I can hose the rack off.

But him? Well, he did not survive. He bled a lot, went into shock and had a heart attack, I think. Although cutting your balls off hurts and creates a decent blood loss if not cauterized quickly, that alone won’t kill you. So, he went out a pansy. He could not even handle some blood loss. Way in over his head. But not my problem anymore. I fed him to the wild animals.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Leave Me Beaten Beautiful

rape phone sex fantasiesI’ve been recovering for a week now from my son’s rape phone sex fantasies. One of these days our “beat mommy beautiful,” sessions will kill me. Every time he gets more violent. However, every time I get more coke too. So, I know my son loves me. You might call coke mommy’s kryptonite. In fact, this last streaming session, mommy wore a cut off T-shirt styled with the Super Girl logo, but the S stood for Super Whore. That’s me in case you did not know. I am a super whore for coke. And a super whore for my boy.

We began our live session with my face planted in the bowl of coke with his elbow deep in mommy’s cavern. With one arm up mommy’s barren old womb, he used his other hand to fish hook my mouth and punch my face a few times. He thinks with my fiery red hair that I look best with a black and blue face. Once he removed his fist from my cunt, he punched my teeth out. And they flew across the room.  With the teeth gone, he could skull fuck me senseless like I deserved.

My Son Loves Me Because When He Beats Me Beautiful, He Gives Me Coke

Although I know I am his torture sex doll, I never mind. He needs the money from the live streams to live on and provide his super whore mommy with premium coke. While he throat fucked me, he choked me too. It felt like he was jacking his cock off inside of my throat with every tight squeeze. My face turned red and blue. With his other hand, he pulled out my shitter. But since my ass gets a lot of action, it prolapses so easily these days.

Once my ass sleeve dangled outside my ass, he tied me up in the downward dog position and rammed his cock into my ass pipe which dangled between my legs like a cock. From a distance folks might have mistaken me for a tranny. While he pumped my ass sleeve, he punched me in the back, and the rib cage. He even reached around to the sides to pummel my huge fun bags.

I Am My Son’s Fuck Meat to Abuse Whenever He Wants

He grabbed an appliance cord and began strangling me. He giggled and informed me that I now had a good strangulation phone sex story to tell my friends. Although it appeared like he would choke me out, I know he would never kill his cash cow. As he punched every inch of my porcelain white body, I could feel the bruises emerging.  He even punched my prolapsed asshole like he was Mike Tyson. And that pulled it out even more.

After what felt like an eternity, he turned his focus back to my face. He pissed down my throat while choking me some more. I knew I needed to guzzle it like fine champagne. As he called me a dumb stupid whore, he tossed me across the room with ease. But anyone could, I guess. I am nothing but skin and bones. Most of my body weight comes from my fun bags. And they felt like they deflated when my body hit the floor. The chimes poured in when he pushed my head through a wall.

My Son Needs to Abuse Me Because I Am His Cash Cow

While I hung in the wall like a gallery painting, he slammed his cock inside my piss hole like he would my cunt. He calls me his 4-hole mommy super whore. He considers my urethra my tightest hole like most men. I possess a high mileage cunt and ass, making that pee hole the tightest hole on my old whore body.

However, while I hung in the wall, my son surprised me with a 50-man gang bang. Some of his viewers bid big bucks to assault this mommy whore. They filled my bladder up with cum. Although those men did fuck my ass and my cunt, they focused on my pee hole first. I am still pissing out jizz.

When my boy pulled me from the wall, my make up appeared smeared all over my face.  And my bruises and welts showed in all their glory. For my finale bow of the live stream, my boy smashed my head repeatedly into the hardwood floor. But I think my skull might be thicker than that floor, because I left a dent in the floor.

My Son Let Fifty Strangers Fuck My Pee Hole

While he held my head down on the floor, he gave my prolapsed shitter one more go around. However, he did this with a plastic bag over my head. I could barley breathe as he fucked my dangling shit hole. Now, I am still covered in bruises a week later. And no amount of make-up will cover them up completely. But I do not mind my beauty marks because when they heal, I know he will beat me beautiful all over again.