Category: Mutilation phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?

If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.

Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.

I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.

No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar

So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.

 In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.

I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.

We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.

Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.

My Boyfriend made me his Accomplice in Killer Phone Sex

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Killer phone sex was what Ethan craved.(Dont miss out on part 1 click Here) He Licked her tear and blood streaked cheek. I have to admit, I got wet. Ivy Lay on the table, sprawled and scared.

I began ripping her skirt off, and her panties. She whimpered as the duct tape muffled her cries. Her eyes pleaded with me, but I knew Ethan was going to make me hurt her.

“Cut her, Faith , make her look pretty”

Taking the knife from him, I sliced into her upper thigh. The blood rushed, and I ran my fingers through it. It was warm and made her skin slick. “More Faith, cut her more” Ethan demanded as he rubbed his cock through his pants. He was getting turned on, I could tell by the tone of his voice.

I climbed up on the table. Kneeling beside Ivy I began Pushing the sharp blade into the flesh above her left titty, and I carved a long laceration in the shape of a V from one side of her tits to the other. She cried, screamed and struggled against the duct tape.

My pussy gushed juicy pussy cream into my panties

Her fat pussy lips kept my gaze. I wanted to see them wet. Moving the blade to her thigh, I pressed deep and pulled it across her skin. Blood dripped and gushed within seconds. I ran my bare fingers through it, again. This time smearing it over onto her pussy, I rubbed it into her scared kitty like lotion.

Her cries softened.

Her body began to betray her as the blood and pussy juice mixed

She whimpered as I finger fucked her with her own blood. Looking up at Ethan, he was stroking his cock and telling Ivy that stupid fucking cunts win stupid prizes. “More” He encouraged me. I stuck the blade into her side and she let out a muffled scream.

“Make the hole bigger Faith, I wanna fuck it”

I twisted the blade inside her and blood poured our of her, she bled like a stuck fucking hog.

Ethan came to the side of the table, and stuck his cock in the bloody hole, fucking it. It gushed more and more with each thrust. He kissed me hard, our psychotic passion ignited. My fingers darted in and out of Ivy’s pussy. Her blood made the perfect lube. The least i could do for her was make her cum. My fingers pumped with Ethan’s rhythm.

“Cum baby, Cum in her bloody fucking hole” I urged

The light in her eyes was fading..

I craved making Ethan Happy

 

 

Torture Sex is The Best MO of Serial Killer Morticia

It all started with Torture sex of a sexual predator that thought I was free reign for him. Evidently he was an extremely nosey neighbor of my mothers and knew what happened to me. He watched and wanked off as I was getting used by my mothers coven. I was only a young teen. 

So one night he thought it was a good idea to push himself into the house. That was his first mistake. I answered the door and he knew I was alone. Then he forced me down to basement. Well that was certainly his second mistake.

Then finally he thought he could shove me down on his dick. Well, I bit the mother fucker off! How this crackhead screamed and hollered at me. Since I was in the dungeon I had many implements at my disposal while having snuff phone sex. 

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Next I grabbed a bat and knocked him in the head. Cracking his skull as I was extremely pissed. Then I quickly bound, gagged and hooked him to the pully and made him stand. I stood him in front of me hand over his head. And I watched him bleed.

Torture Sex Gives Me Satisfaction

All the while I sat and watched him until he came to. The moment he tried to open his fucking mouth I cut his tongue out. Then I took the dick meat I bit off and shoved it in his foul mouth. Finally I laughed at him and told him I have a great incinerating in the other room. And that I will just dismember him and burn him piece by piece. 

What turned me on the most was the full power surging through me and his complete patheticness was my muse to destroy him. This only made me hungry for the kill. Since then I have taken to mutilation phone sex and destroying perverts and predators, and pesky little bitches.

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Castration Phone Sex Brings Me Joy and Makes This World Better

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I enjoy neutering men. And hear me out. Sure, I am a sick bitch so I like to inflict torture, especially cock and ball torture. But the way I look at most of my castrations, I’m doing it for the greater good. Most of the men who I castrate are sexual predators. Men with tiny dicks, who think they have a big black cock, and folks so stupid that they cannot remember how to breathe. I’m just preventing the creation of more idiots. So castrating men has become my altruistic action. I’m putting out some good in the world.

However, most of the men, I castrate seems somewhat unwilling to admit that they are losers. But they are getting exactly what they deserve. Only a handful of men ever seem self-aware enough that they want me to take their junk. Most of the guys falsely believe that they can fuck any woman they want just because they’re a guy. And this is the reason I prefer sex toys and corpses as lovers. Some men say the stupidest shit. And they do the stupidest shit. But neutering them takes the wind out of their sails. Plus, it brings me joy.

Most Men Do Not Deserve Their Nuts

With me, castration begins with some extreme cock and ball torture sex first. Of course, I tie up my victim securely, so he cannot fight me. And more importantly, he cannot escape me either. I don’t always wear stiletto heels because I’m not one of those girly girls. Usually, I’m in Chuck’s, but when I castrate a fucking loser like you, I put on my spiked stilettos to make it hurt even more. Nothing like digging your heel into a fucking ball and flattening it before you even castrate the fucker.

I mutilated this loser’s junk in his own bed. He could not handle the pain. When he started puking and crying and pleading for mercy. I just kept on kicking. I don’t reason with losers. This man’s cock appeared to be no longer than my thumb. And he thought he could come on to me. He thought he could try to force that little nothing of a dick inside me. No fucking way. I hate losers with small dicks. And I hate the ones who seem clueless that their dick can’t do shit for a woman.

I Love Removing Your Junk

So, I made sure that torture hurt. I made sure he begged for the castration just to get it over. I guess you could say I brainwashed the loser. Caused him so much discomfort that he begged me to cut his nuts off. Normally, when I castrate a loser, I just take the balls and use a frying pan that’s heated on the bottom to cauterize the wound.

However, this time, I took the balls clean off with one sweep of my knife. And I stuffed his balls in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Although I did cauterize the wound, I also stitched him up. and I think I did a pretty good job too. Not to brag or anything. But I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a doctor. But sometimes I play doctor when I take your nuts.

Mutilation phone sex gets messy but feels so right

My Mutilation phone sex existence is a perpetual descent into the abyss of suffering and butchering. The smell of blood and fear has become an exquisite nectar. Anguish is my perfume, an intoxicating elixir that fuels my dark desires.Mutilation phone sexIn this realm of snuff, where life hangs by a thread, I have to make sure to be a really good girl. I don’t want to be the one on the chopping block. I always make myself useful for Master Daddy. I have all his favorite tools ready to go when he finds a new slut to play with.
He gets so hard when he starts slicing skin off his new toy. He likes to start with her tummy. He makes a long cut just above the belly button. Then he grabs the skin and peels it upwards so she can watch her skin getting ripped off.
Master Daddy taught me that Torture sex is an art form. Every whimper, every scream, every gurgling gasp is a brushstroke upon a canvas of suffering. I know he is God, soaked in blood with a massive hard-on that needs sucking.
As he creates new holes in that little slut I suck him. I know when he is ready to fuck when I feel his cock twitch. I pull it out of my throat and stick it in the new bloody fuck hole. He loves to cut off a bitch’s nipples and use her tits as a pussy.

Torture sex makes the hottest little amputee

Torture sexTorture sex can go so beyond evil with my Master Daddy. You see, my master always wanted to fuck with an amputee, a hot teen slut with no arms or legs that I could just put on his dick and spin. He set me out in the world to find the perfect victim. I thought I could find an authentic one, but I didn’t have any luck. I couldn’t go back empty-handed, and I spotted my victim on the swing set. I knew I could mold her into the perfect little amputee slut.
I drugged her and I brought her to my Master Daddy. He was so proud of me when he saw her puffy little bald pussy. So he let me cut her arms off, and he cut her legs off. When she woke up, poor little Snuff porn star cried a lot. She didn’t like having a camera on her while he was ramming his dick in her fresh stump.
As she lay there, helpless and vulnerable, I made sure to get a close-up of Master Daddy going from stump to her little pussy. Towards the end, it was such a bloody mess, and it was hard to tell what was what. My master fucked her with a passion that I had never seen before. He pounded her stump until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then he came in her pussy, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

All Her Fault pt 1

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That bitch was going to pay for what she did! I broke into her apartment and walked to her room; she slept so peacefully. I smiled knowing I was going to ruin her peace. I taped her eyelids shut and dragged her out of bed and to a metal chair in her kitchen. she struggled and tried to scream so I punched her in the mouth. I tied her to the chair while she was dazed and then sewed her mouth shut.  I could hear her muffled screams as I worked. Then I went to her eyes, and I cut them out and sewed her eye lids together. I put her eyes in a jar so I could keep them. they would go well with my collection.  I turned on some classical music and began my work. I began by cutting off her feet. She’d never escape now and what her future would hold, I knew the mental trauma would break her mind. I whispered softly in her ear, I told her I knew it was her who cost me my job. It was her complaint and now she was going to pay for it.  I smiled cruelly; let the fun begin…

Murder phone sex Fantasies chokes out that little slut

Murder phone sex Fantasies cast an eerie, sexy glow on the world around me, and the screams of the night become my symphony. I am the one who finds the perfect victims, and your cock is going to thank me. We take turns choking them out, making them choke and die as suffering sex slaves. The thrill of the kill only heightens our pleasure, and we revel in it. I know your favorite part is when I push the little bitch’s head all the way down until your cock is sticking out of the back of her head.

Murder phone sex FantasiesYou love the feeling of power, the knowledge that you and I are the ones in control. You are King, and I am your Killer phone sex queen. I love that we’ve created our twisted world, where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred beyond recognition, where murder and sex become the same.

Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the snuff whore

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Tonight I’m going to make one of my hottest, mutilation phone sex fantasies come true. I found a naughty Daddy willing to let me snuff out his wife and little brat sluts while he jerks his dick and gives me instructions on what he wants me to do to them. We’ve done this a million times on our  calls but tonight, it will no longer be just a twisted fantasy. I will actually be there, getting soaked in a thick spray of blood when I pull his little daughter’s head back and slide my razor sharp blade across her throat. Daddy will be stroking his cock and watching me slice off her tiny, pink nipples to chew them up just before I start cutting into her soft belly and ripping out whatever I can grab. Snuffing and mutilating his little bitches is just foreplay for the real show that’s waiting in that king size bed down the hall. I’m going to wake her up by ramming my knife into her chest, pinning her in place on the bed. I want her awake and aware of what’s going on and who sent me. I think I’ll cut her to pieces and stab her repeatedly leaving her just barely alive. Just enough so that she can watch while her husband gets behind me and fucks me right in front of her. I’ll moan his name in her face while I’m strangling her with my panties. The race is on to see if her man can drain his balls in me before I snuff her out!

Snuff Phone Sex is Darker is Better and Sickly Sadistic

Snuff Phone Sex is a darker evil kind of fun. And with snuff one can just understand it’s true meaning when you consider that you snuff out a flame. The very same is that flame of life. And oh how I love the feel of life slipping away in the grips of my cunt as much as my hands.

Once I had a guy I fucked to his death. This was quite an exciting thing. The feeling of how hard his dick got inside of my cunt as my hands wrapped around his neck. With my fingers finding the sweet spot on the sides of his neck. The pressure. and the gasping of his breath.

Then he went limp… his body was lifeless and his cock then severed by my ecstatic cunt as the muscles severed his member and held him tight. That dick I pushed from my cunt all bloody and lovely. It’s true the muscles of a cunt can be very powerful. And I must say that the contraption inside my vagina severed that dick off at the base.

Finally I wonder if it’s you that need such a sadistic bitch to destroy you?

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