Category: Mutilation phone sex

Dinner Date Dine and Slash

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It was a Dine and Slash kind of Holiday. I had a dinner date with an old friend for Thanksgiving. It was with his family. I really don’t get along with the suburbia family fuck feasts of annoyances. I hate family, and why I killed off my own eons ago. We don’t talk about the ‘rents. I did not kill my sister though but she is out of the country. I have just broken up with my boyfriend and this old friend stopped by. WE had some good times in school ducking classes, smoking pot, dropping acid and creating havoc. We always snuck out at night to cause more havoc and play in the cemetery. It was with him that I dug my first fresh corpse up to fuck. But that was years ago.

He is a very gay sadistic. We have so much fun together. He invited me to his lovers family home so we can create our old school kind of fun… His lover would not be there. In fact we weren’t exactly invited. He was sick of the fucking wanks always upsetting his lover with their overly narrow and religious views. We showed up as though we were old friends and pushed our way in the home. The feast was great, we helped ourselves as the family was detained and forced to watch us enjoy their feast. The wine flowed but so did the blood. Carving knives are wonderful for carving more than a turkey. I rather enjoyed slicing up some human. I slit throats, arteries and cocks. We really enjoyed it and I enjoyed fucking the father. He was a minister and I have a very unholy affliction for priests. I fucked his throbbing cock before the slashing began. My friend fucked their turkey full of spunk. We cut the holy mans prick off and prepared it in some oil and garlic and enjoyed sharing it before dousing the home in fire and dashing on down the road, covered in blood.

 

Sick And Sadistic Mutilation Phone Sex

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I told you I was collecting decorations in my basement, didn’t I? Breathing materials to be butchered and rebuilt into one of my greatest creations yet. I wanted to outdo the Human Centipede. I decided to take decorating to the extreme this year; Santa and His Reindeer.

I’ve been cutting and planning, building grotesque prototypes from sawed off bloody body parts, getting my juicy sadistic cunt stuffed with your cock while I do it. I finally decided to give them hooves; I snuck into a local pasture and butchered some bovine beasties, stealing their legs to attach to my sick Holiday sculpture. I sewed those cow legs onto some fat fucks I had harvested from the allies. They screamed, of course. Anesthetic wasn’t something I was offering.

My playground, the one you love more than any other room in my house, was a bloody fucking holiday mess. I had intestines as reins, and had build a sleigh put of still breathing bodies. Glues, and nails, and sewing with silken steel strings proved a sturdy vehicle. My beasts were ready, too. They would even run on their sick fucking legs, the ones I gifted them. I’d mutilated their faces, and made them bits out of detached cocks. All of them had seen my face, but that’s okay. I left them, naked and violently violated, on the steps of City Hall in the middle of a blizzard. My sick Santa creation had frozen to death, all twenty three of my holiday victims sewn together in a grotesque Christmas scene.

Torture Phone Sex

Snuff Sex Thanksgiving

snuff sexWhile others are having Thanksgiving, I will be having snuff sex. It is a holiday tradition. I am not the typical soccer mom. I will be up late tonight doing lines of coke while my stepson and his friends fuck me. They hate holidays. For my stepson, it is just a reminder that his father left his mom for a hot younger model. He has step mommy issues. He is bipolar too. A total roller coaster of emotions, and I never know what I am going to get with him. He showed up last night drunk. He had a bag with rope and BDSM equipment and ten friends. I tried telling him this was not a good time, but he was not having any of that. They knocked me down on my foyer floor, tore off my clothes and tied me up like a side of beef. They whipped their cocks out and told me I was a four-hole whore. I looked at them and was like, four? I could only think of three. As they fought who would take my holes first, my stepson was like leave the fourth one for me to destroy. I was scared. Were they going to cut my belly button open? It turned out he was talking about my urethra. I pleaded with him no. That hole is too small. Way too small. He did not care. He rammed it in and I yelped. I cried too. I could feel the pain and the blood trickling out my pee hole. That only put them into gangbang rape porn mode. They loved hurting me. They loved destroying my tiny holes. They played musical holes. Every one of them fucked each hole of mine, filling me with cum. He did not even share his coke. I was bleeding and crying. My holes destroyed and I know there is more to come.

Marley is bitch

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My older sister Marley is the ultimate goody goody. As usual she came home with straight A’s while I had a C average. I’m not dumb just bored. You see I spend a lot of time thinking up different ways to remove “Little Miss Perfect” from my life. I called my boyfriend and we had some evil phone sex. I was fingering my cunt while we talked about my latest idea of poisoning her and then disposing of her corpse in acid. I could hear him fisting his cock as he looked online for ways to order a large drum of acid for our needs. We are planning our own version of a “white Christmas” with lots of coke followed by a red night of blood and sex. I am going to slit her throat and we are going to fuck in the blood as she bleeds out. We will then cut her up and put her in the drum. I’m sure that there will be a great look of shock when she realizes that her little sister has finally followed through with all of my death threats. I am considering on keeping one of her hands to make one of those middle finger candles to burn when I want. A little dark reminder that she is gone and never coming back. I came so hard at that thought that I am currently online buying what I need to make this fantasy a reality.

It Was Not a Snuff Porn Fantasy

snuff pornHe had a snuff porn fantasy. I told him I was the girl for him. I needed the money. I was desperate. Holidays are approaching and my city is back indoors. I am going to need a lot of coke to get through both being shut in and the holidays. He asked me if I had ever seen the movie The Hitcher. I thought I did once upon a time but was not certain. I was still high and honestly, just thinking about the money he was going to pay me. When you are an addict, you never think things through. He made me dress like a street walker. I put on some fishnet stockings, high heels, a leather mini skirt and a trampy looking top. I teased my red hair out like a video vixen.  I even did my make-up in that 80s slut look. Red lipstick, baby blue eye shadow and pink cheeks. I was ready to act out whatever movie scene he wanted, get my money and then get my coke. I was not getting force fucked. This was not some ass rape porn gig either. He planned on killing me. Literally, he wanted to rip me in shreds, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late. I was standing between two semi-trucks and still clueless. He chained one arm to one rig and the other arm to the other rig. Still, I thought this was fake. I had no memory of the movie. If I had, I may not have agreed. I had no idea he had accomplices in the driver seat of each truck and as they inched forward a little, I was being pulled in two different directions. I pissed myself. Blondie’s song Rip Her to Shreds played in my head as my arm popped out of its socket. My leg pulled out of its socket. Skin tore from my limbs. My left arm tore off first, then my left leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I must have gone into shock because everything went dark. I remember hearing laughter right before I died. Druggy whores should never agree to snuff sex. It never works out.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Bundy Whore

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I used to think that necrophilia phone sex calls were weird, but I have seen the error of my ways. I’ll tell you what made me change my mind. I’ve always been a fan of true crime and when I started reading about Ted Bundy, I got SO turned on. I can see why women were enamored by him. If I’d been around when he was, I think I’d have tried to team up with him. Just imagine it – a two-person killing team. He’d have loved the fact that necrophilia turns me on since he used to have sex with the dead bodies of the women he killed. Mmmm. In fact, I wouldn’t really mind being one of his victims. Thinking about the fear and terror I’d be feeling makes my pussy really wet. I know he’d have a fucking scary look in his eyes, too, and that’s so delightful to think about. I wonder how he’d kill me? Maybe he’d even do it while fucking me. I think strangulation might be good, or maybe he’d slice me up and leave pieces of me everywhere. Wanna talk about my dirty necrophiliac fantasies? Just pick up the phone and call me and we’ll get it on.

Scarlet play

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Had a call for bloody phone sex tonight. It started out that we went to a party at a friend’s place and we both got wasted. While he was outside for a smoke, somebody got stabbed. He ran over to help but there wasn’t much to be done as it was a lot of blood and the person was on their way out. I ran outside when I heard the screams and made my over to where the crowd had gathered. Since people quickly figured out that he was dying they made their ways back into the house for talk and more drinks. I had never told anyone but I had a blood fetish. I called my man over and began running my hands in the hot blood that was continuing to pour from his wound. I then told my guy to unbutton his pants and get his cock out, he was telling me that it was wrong but all I saw was red blood and was instantly horny. I ran my hands along his cock and let him feel the heat and the stickiness of the blood- he began to moan at the feel. I was now stroking and cupping his balls as he bent down and stuck his own finger into the gaping hole and scooped some of that red goodness out and used it to start finger fucking my already gushy pussy. We played for a while until the guy actually died and the blood started coagulating. We have now been talking about going out and finding a random to stab so that we can have more blood to play with!

Gobble, Gobble

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This weekend was our dry run for Thanksgiving. I served up useless bitch two different ways to see which was preferred. Most enjoyed the over roasted but my taste was more for the deep fried. I really enjoyed the crispy crunch of her flawless skin, the juices running down my chin from inside and the taste was amazing. You see, she was this whiny little shit named Marley from next door that I got tired of and decided to end her existence. She fought hard but I fought dirtier. I knocked her stupid ass out with some chloroform, hung her on the rack like an animal, and then started sectioning her out while she was still alive. I cut her arms and legs off first and wrapped them for the freezer. She was barely hanging on at that point so I cut off both of tits. She died watching me toss her tits to the ground like they were nothing. After that I gutted the bitch and then cut the head off. My dogs got a special treat that night-roasted bitch head complete with an apple shoved in her not-so-loud-now mouth. For treats I made intestine cookies for them. I cooked up the thigh sections tonight but I think for Thanksgiving day I will cook up the torso complete with stuffing in her cunt. I can’t wait to carve that bitch up and serve her to my family and friends! Yum!

My Violent Phone Sex Death is In Your Hands

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Dear Master:

I have violent phone sex fantasies; therefore, I am your willing victim. I know I am a worthless whore. Maybe in my death, I can find a purpose. Maybe in death, I can finally be worthwhile to you. I deserve to die. I do not deserve to die quickly, however. No mercy killing for this blonde bimbo. That is why I am offering myself up to you. I know you will not kill me quickly. I know it will not be a painless death either if you are my executioner. I understand that you are a sadistic bastard who can find hundreds of ways to snuff me. How should you kill me, Master? Let me count the ways. Punch me like you are Mike Tyson. Kick me and bend me like Beckham. Slam dance my face off a concrete floor. Break my bones.  Set me on fire or slow roast me alive over an open flame. Disembowel me. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Dismember me with a chainsaw. Beat me with a baseball bat or a tire iron. Give me a lobotomy. Stab me. Nail me to a tree and let the wilderness eat me alive. Hang me. Stone me. Drown me. Bury me alive. Douse me in acid. Tie me between two cars and tear me in two. I know you are the kind of creative man and sick man to make my snuff sex death excruciating and memorable. You can profit off my death too Master. Stream my death for money. Sell my organs on the black market. Charge a fee to fuck my dead body. I know I do not deserve to keep on living. I am surprised I have lived this long. But then, until now, I had never met you.

Your subby whore in life and death,

Cassandra

It’s Only Fun If Someone’s Bleeding

Taboo phone sexThe thought of your hand slapping me hard, the sting, the heat…the pain gets me so wet!

I know you love it to!

You love hearing me cry and seeing the mascara run down my face.

But I am not like other girls…I love the pain!

A tiny little slap wont do it!

Slapping my face and pulling my hair is foreplay!

If you can’t look me straight in the eye and choke me to near death while fucking my face, then you can’t make me cum!

I want you to wrap your hands around my fragile neck and squeeze so hard that you are jacking off your own thick hard cock while you slam it down my throat!

Then when I am passed out, fist my tight cunt until the walls of my cunt are gaping and draping!

But my tight ass is feeling a little neglected and you see that fresh fuck hole, still intact and your cock gets so damn hard that a cat can’t scratch it!

Then you flip my lifeless body over and start ramming that meat deep into my shit hole!

The only lube is the blood that dripped from my cunt which is starting to dry and make it an extremely tight fuck!

But then I start to regain consciousness, just as you are about to nut!

You quick backhand sends me back and you yank that cock out and lose your load all over my mutilated mangled body!

Now ThAt makes my cunt spasm!