Category: Mutilation phone sex

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.

Killer Phone Sex Slut

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If you’re up for a killer phone sex experience, you should definitely give me a call. No, really. I literally mean it.  I want to talk about the fantasies I have about killing someone. I know it might sound bad to some people. If that’s you, just keep scrolling. But if you have been turned on by thoughts of the same nature, then we really should have a talk about that. It could go so many different ways – maybe you want to snuff me out or maybe you want me to kill you. But what I really hope you’ll pick is the third option.

I think we should kidnap someone and get rid of them together. But of course, we’re going to have a lot of fun with her. It’ll turn me on so much seeing you spread her legs and fuck her against her will. Maybe I’ll get a strap on and force it in her, too. But instead of her pussy, can I shove my strap on cock deep into her little asshole? God, that sounds so good. And then, we can kill her. How do you want to do it? I say we suffocate her – it isn’t as messy and you can fuck her one last time while you do it! Can’t wait to play with you!

Castration Phone Sex and CBT

castration phone sexFor most of my callers, castration phone sex is just a fantasy. Most callers would never harm their best friend but for whatever reason, they like to fantasize about a sexy bitch removing their testicles. I have castrated men in real life for money and for fun. Last night, I talked to a real CBT junkie. He sent me bloody dick pics to prove it too. Those are the only kind of dick pics I want to see. He has a mistress he sees weekly, but he is addicted to genital pain and mutilation. We got along great. I am a fan of cock and ball torture. I have used urethral sounding devices before and I have made my own too. I am a fan of those long medical Q-tips and some Icy Hot. If you do not have a sounding device, we can make one to cause your pecker to burn and bleed. I have all kinds of methods for cock and ball torture. Castration is just part of the CBT torture sex that makes my pussy wet. I looked at the picture my late-night caller sent me again this morning. Tacks in his scrotum and around the base of his dick. The urethral sounding device sticking out of his pee hole. Blood tricking down his cock. Work of art. Takes a lot of dedication to do that to yourself too. I was on such a CBT high this morning, that I just had to castrate someone. It is easy nowadays to select a loser for castration. Just go to any news story and read the comments or look at Facebook. Tools are a dime a dozen. I picked the first tool who seemed in close proximity and hit him up on social media. Chuck was happy to come over. He thought I was so turned on by him I wanted to fuck him. He was a candidate for a Darwin award. The loser let me tie him up. He was so annoying; I chopped his balls off with a rusty blade and ten minutes later took his cock too. I had to dispose of his body. Thank goodness he was a runt. I should have known. Little men are the angriest on social media. Apparently delusional with no understanding of women too.

Ass Rape Porn and Beheading

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn and beheading kind of encounter. He not only wanted my ass, he also wanted my head. Not in a figurative sort of way either. Brutal hardcore ass fucking was not all that he had in store for me, but I only signed up for a brutal butt fuck. I met him online. He seemed dark and freaky, but not deadly. I told myself that the worse thing that would happen would be I had to sit on a bag of frozen peas for a few days because he prolapsed my asshole. It was more than that. It started out like any other ass rape fantasy. Fingers in my asshole. Cock in my asshole. Fist in my asshole. I think I was a more seasoned anal whore than he anticipated. He never quite fucked my ass to my breaking point. I am not saying I do not have one, because I do. All women have a breaking point. My ass bled. My ass prolapsed. I screamed and I pleaded, but I did not break from the pain. I have been a cutter all my life. What I am seasoned at is being a pain slut. When I told him that it was doubtful that ass fucking would break me, I saw the wheels turn in his head. He left me for a few moments. When he returned, He had a big scary looking device. It was a guillotine. I have never seen one except in the movies. I thought it was a prop and he wanted to simulate a snuff porn. I was happy to be his star. I thought it was fake. He bent me over a bench with my ass in the air. My neck was right under the guillotine. As he was fucking my ass, he pulled a lever and then it was a butt fucking beheading. I died with my ass contracting on his cock. I never got to feel his warm cum in my ass.

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.

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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.