Category: Mutilation phone sex

Blasphemy Sex is The Ultimate Best Time During Castrations

I’m Morticia, the blasphemy sex goddess of pain. Ultimately, nothing compares to the ultimate joy of having a Priest by the balls. As it is, my hate of the Church is strong.
First of all, it’s the Confessional where I strike. With my black lace veil over my face, I confess to the almighty Holy Man of my sins. Since I play that I am mourning my dearly departed lover, and I need comfort.
At the beginning of my confession, I portray myself as weak and fragile with deep grief. This brings the priest to offering me solace. Then I tell him how hard it is, and I could really use a hug.
Now, when the priest exits the confessional, he awaits me to offer his Holy sacrament. When I step towards him, I stab a needle into his neck. Soon, he is rendered unconscious. With my planning, I have an assistant to help move the Priest to his Altar.
Finally, I strip the pathetic holy man naked on his own altar. Then, once bound, I break open the smelling salts and wake him up. Now he is trembling.

Now, the Sacred Desecration of Blasphemy Sex Truly Begins.

Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Next comes the moment I crave most. I straddle his face and lower my dripping cunt onto his mouth while I slowly castrate him.
Furthermore, I ride his tongue harder as the blade slices through his sack. Consequently, carving away his manhood in wet, bloody chunks.
Hot crimson sprays across my thighs and belly with every cut. Ultimately, his muffled screams vibrate deliciously against my clit.  Finally, as I cum violently, grinding my pussy into his face. All while his balls fall to the cold stone floor in a steaming pile.
Obviously, I keep fucking the gaping, bleeding wound between his legs with my fingers. While smearing his blood and seed all over his chest like unholy anointing oil.
Nothing in this world feels more divine than destroying a man of God. Ultimately, through torture, sex, and turning him into a castrated, broken fucktoy for my eternal pleasure.
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Just Another Friday Night Gangbang Rape Porn in the Back of a White Van

gangbang rape pornJust another Friday night making gangbang rape porn for this woman. But this time I didn’t do it for cocaine money. I did not agree to any of this. In fact, I don’t think I went looking for trouble. When I came out of the mall last night after dropping my son ‘s Apple computer at the Apple Store to get fixed, a guy jumped me and shoved me into the back of his work van.

But I was not alone. Five other guys sat in the back who appeared waiting for him to bring them lunch. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Those men looked so hungry. And they didn’t see me as a person or a mother. They saw me as fuck meat. Just another bitch for them to use.

And in the corner of the van, I saw a camera set up. Maybe this is their thing. Kidnapping soccer moms at the mall and filming them fucking her. And this time the soccer mom appeared to be me. Sometimes I swear I get into the most trouble when I’m not even looking for trouble. They turned me into their ass rape porn star in the back of an electrical work van. In that moment, I felt like this van became an assault rifle. Hiding in plain sight in the back of a work van these men violated every hole. They even fucked my pee hole just like my stepson does. Ouch.

When I am Not Out Looking for a Fix, I Get Into the Worse Trouble

Being a three-hole whore feels bad enough. But when you make me a four-hole whore, I feel the pain. Went on for hours. And I just laid there like a wet noodle. Scared. Not knowing what they would do to me once they all came. They smacked me and choked me. And when they couldn’t cum anymore, they started fisting my holes too and telling me to smile for the camera.

I did my best to comply with them. And act like I enjoyed what they did to me. But because I felt sober, I struggled to give them the enthusiasm they wanted for a gang bang. So, they choked me and smacked me some more until I acted like they wanted me to act.

I thought my nine lives ran out in the back of that van. But they pulled over to the side of the road and dumped me in a field. My clothes torn. Red marks on my face. Cum oozing out of every hole. Dumping me like that forced me to hitchhike back to the mall to get my car. When will men ever stop exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me?

Castration Phone Sex Fixes the Problem of Big Dick Energy in Men with Small Dicks

castration phone sexCastration phone sex seems on the rise. Honestly, with all this alpha male bullshit I’m seeing on social media and stuff, I figured more men would attempt to embrace their worthless dicks. But I think all that big dick energy makes men less self-aware. In my opinion, men with big dick energy and pinky dicks are the worst kind of men. They see women as owing them something. So, they don’t take no for an answer.

But my big ass knife reiterates my no.  I embrace my inner butcher. But some girls consider me sort of an antihero. I make bars and streets safer for them. I neuter the big dick energy boys. The ones who think we owe them our bodies because they are male. The men who brag about a 2-inch dick. I revoke men’s Man cards. No woman owes a man anything.

And last night I encountered a man with the biggest dick energy yet. But he also displayed the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. Tiny does not begin to describe it. I could put his cock under a microscope and still would not see it. A bit of exaggeration, but you get the point. He ended up in my Goth throwing around that big dick energy with nothing to back it up. And insulting women after they rejected him nicely.

Snuff sex seemed too good for him. He needed neutered. And I knew just how to do it. I let him think his cheesy ass pick up lines worked on me. And we went back to his place. Poor simp told me I looked like I walked right out of his wet dreams. However, he would soon view me more as a nightmare girl than a dream girl.

Men, Women Do Not Owe You a Thing and We Do Not Want Tiny Dicks

I spiked his bourbon. And before long, he acted drunk. I helped him up onto a chair and I strapped him down. Pulled out the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen. But he had church bells for balls. His dick resembled a very sad turkey. But I castrated him. And I think I did him a favor. Castration made his dick look bigger. Once I removed those gigantic balls that took the attention away from his little nub, he looked bigger. But not big enough for that big dick energy.

But he seemed too busy crying like a bitch to see the gift I gave him. Maybe one day he will see that I did him a favor. I gave him a clean castration, meaning I cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Sure, that method burns the flesh, but it reduces scarring. He’ll never fuck again. But I couldn’t imagine he ever fucked before. Not with such a tiny dick. At least I took away some of that big dick energy that caused him to act a fool. He will never pop a little chubby ever again.

It’s always the biggest losers with the tiniest dicks that create most of the problems in this world for women. But this sadistic phone sex bitch will take care of men like that one at a time. And eventually, I will rid the world of all the false gods.

Gangbang Rape Porn It’s Perfect to Destroy My Holes Good

Gangbang rape porn is one of the main ways these tight holes of mine get utterly destroyed. No doubt, I beg for every brutal second of it.
First of all, I strut in looking like the ultimate fuckdoll—platinum blonde hair cascading down my back, massive fake tits spilling out, tiny cinched waist, and long toned legs.
Just knowing a pack of savage bulls is waiting to break me, I wear very little. Next thing I know, these men grab my Barbie-perfect body. With brute force they pin me down. Proceeding to manhandle me, they rip off my skimpy clothes.
Then they force their massive cocks down my throat. But they don’t stop there. They pound into my dripping cunt, and deep up my ass all at once.
Moreover, the harder and meaner they fuck me, the wetter and more desperate I become. They pound me like a worthless rape fantasy toy, stretching and wrecking every hole. All while I scream and choke like the pain-addicted whore I am.

Gangbang Rape Porn Fuels My Strangulation Kink

After that, we crank the darkness higher by mixing in real snuff sex. All to feed my intense strangulation kink.
Consequently, their strong hands lock around my slender neck. Each one is squeezing tighter and tighter while they continue to destroy my holes.
Next, my vision fades to black, my lungs burn, and my pussy spasms violently. Ultimately, the reaction from the terrifying edge of blackout. Therefore, the mix of panic and pleasure crashes through me until I’m squirting everywhere. Subsequently, shaking uncontrollably.
So yeah, I’m a true consenting pain slutfuck doll deep to the bone. These extreme gangbang rape porn sessions leave my perfect body bruised, gaping, leaking cum for days, yet I still crawl back begging to be strangled and used until I almost don’t wake up. Because nothing satisfies this doll like being broken right at the brink. If you’re cruel enough to take me there… come and wreck this pain slut. I’m already dripping just thinking about it.
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I Made a Brutal Ass Rape Porn with a Sinister Sex Machine

ass rape pornI made an interesting ass rape porn movie this week for coke money. And by interesting, I mean that my costar did not appear human. My costar appeared mechanical. I have used sex machines in the past. However, I never starred in an ass porn with a sex machine before. And this did not appear to be the typical sex machine. Not only did this machine go fast, but it included all sorts of kinky attachments designed more to shred a pussy then give it pleasure.

At first, I did not think that a sex machine could do as much damage to my pussy as a cock. But I thought wrong. The man who offered me money to make this movie with him I never met before. This junkie I know told me about him and made it seem like easy money. And I had no cash. So, I met the guy.

He tied me face down to a dirty mattress on a creepy old bed. He positioned me spread eagle and put a pillow under my stomach to raise my ass and pussy up. Then he took time to align the sex machine just right. He used a double headed attachment so something would be in my pussy and ass at the same time.

And when he turned it on, it felt like torture sex. I felt all these grooves and bumps. It went so fast in and out of my pussy and ass it would leave skid marks on the inside of my holes. My entire body convulsed like I somehow got possessed by a demon spirit. I started pissing and squirting. I felt like I could no longer control my own body and its movements.

This Time a Sex Machine Destroyed My Fuck Holes

But apparently the way my body reacted was just how the director wanted it to react. I felt like this might be an alternate reality. My entire body shook so much it scrambled my already scrambled brain. Damn this felt like too much torture for $500. Although he did give me a quick break, I don’t think it was for my benefit. He changed the dildos to much more sinister ones. The new attachments felt like shards of glass tearing my cervix and my asshole.

I almost bit my tongue off. It felt like I experienced a seizure. I tried to bite down on the mattress to keep my tongue in check. But I could still taste blood. And I felt blood run out of my pussy and ass from this sinister sex machine.

But eventually, the hour he wanted concluded. However, it felt like an eternity. That sex machine did more damage to my pussy and my ass than multiple cocks or fists ever did. He gave me $500 and I vowed to never go back to him again. But then he told me for the next session he would pay me double. And I knew that even though I am not a fan of mutilation phone sex, I would come back to him again. Because no doubt I will be desperate for coke again very soon.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Accomplice Phone Sex is Better For Pleasure and Ruining

Sadistic Morticia, your Accomplice Phone Sex  huntress. Tonight, we are on the hunt to decapitate a bitch with my partner. The two of us chose to drive to Washington State.
Lured her into the woods. The rest is history.
First, I grip the knife tighter while my lover’s eyes burn with rage.
Then I whisper, “She’s yours tonight, baby. Let’s make her scream for Satan.” Moreover, I love being the one who drives her into the trap.
Consequently, when she trips and falls, I pounce and pin her down so he can tape her mouth shut. Soon, we drag the struggling bitch to the clearing where the black altar waits.
Furthermore, I strip her naked while he chants low and dark. Next, I hold her head back by the hair so he can carve the pentagram across her tits.

Accomplice Phone Sex and The Pleasure of The Hunt

As a result, her muffled screams only make my pussy wetter. In fact, I laugh when he finally saws through her neck with the ritual blade. Her head comes off with a wet pop, blood spraying hot across my thighs.
Immediately, he lifts the dripping skull and forces his throbbing cock straight into the severed throat. I watch him skull-fuck the dead bitch while I finger myself furiously.
“Harder,” I hiss, “fuck her dead face for Satan.” He pounds deeper, groaning as warm blood and brains coat his shaft.
Meanwhile, I kneel and lick the cum and gore dripping from her lips. In the end, we leave her headless body spread on the altar, cum leaking from the ragged neck stump.
Finally, I kiss my lover with blood still on my tongue and whisper, “Next one’s mine to hunt.”
I am Morticia, the sadistic accomplice who lives for the hunt, the decapitation, and the filthy skull-fucking that honors our Dark Lord.
Nothing gets me hotter than helping him destroy what he once loved… and turning it into pure Satanic worship. Hail Satan
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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

I’m an Official Member of the Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Club

babysitter phone sexBeing part of the bad babysitter phone sex club, I find enjoyable. Honestly, desperate couples hire anybody. I have several different profiles on babysitting sites and I list myself as more of a last-minute babysitter. You know when plans fall through with the regular sitter, I can be the fill in. My profile comes with excellent fake references that can be verified. And pictures of me looking drastically different from my normal platinum blonde big titted looks.

When Oliver called me, he told me he wanted a boy butt this time. Last time he hired me, we took a little girl cherry. He loved it so much. But now he wants to try a young boy ass. I don’t judge. All I do is take their money and find them the little victims of their choice.

And I searched for a few days, then saw an ad to watch a young boy that fit my client’s wants. Now I don’t book every job I apply for, but I book most of them. And after a lengthy vetting process, this couple hired me to be their relief babysitter.

This Sexy Babe Enjoys Being a Naughty Babysitter

And last night, my client used a young boy as his private ass rape porn star. Like always, I drugged the boy’s warm milk that he drinks before bedtime. That would ensure he would sleep through the action. And with boys it seems much easier to hide evidence of an assault. If I’m your accomplice, I will take care of all the cleanup. Once the boy appeared knocked out cold, I put a tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Never need to worry about cum stains on the sheets or their mattress.

And after he fucked that little boy ‘s ass, I gave the boy a douche to flush out the DNA. Now his butt did look battered. That happens when a grown man fucks a young boy’s butt. Or a young girl’s butt. But I have explanations for everything. The boy woke up constipated, and he struggled to poop. But he finally did, and that will explain his sore butthole when he wakes up.

Some Men Prefer a Tight Butthole and I Never Judge

A boy that age can’t articulate to his parents that he’s constipated. Plus, a young boy gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and rarely remembers it. Besides, if anybody gets suspicious, they’ll be looking for a babysitter who’s a ghost. She does not exist. I know people. Traveling in the snuff world that I do, I’ve made many contacts including ones who know how to erase my online presence and supply me with enough fake IDs to take care of all the men who want to fuck some young little girl or a boy.

I’m the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. Truly I am. My client enjoyed fucking that boy ass for a solid hour. Then he left and I cleaned up the mess. Parents came home and found their little angel still sleeping soundly. They paid me and I left. I don’t babysit for the money that the parents paid me. However, I do babysit for the money, the clients who want to fuck a young girl or boy pay me. None of these brats will ever remember what happened to them. And the parents, if they even get suspicious that something nefarious happened on my watch, can never find me.