Category: Mutilation phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Because The World Already Has Too Many Losers

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is what I want for Christmas. And I do not care if you want it or not. I am the wicked butcher. Always armed with a big knife, I stalk my prey like a hunter. Last night, I went hunting at college bars. I knew I would find some jerk frat boy with useless equipment I could remove. And as it turned out, I had a plethora of candidates to choose from.

I went with the drunk frat boy who I observed insulting girls. This guy did not look like any prize either. However, he acted like he was the best thing that could ever happen to a college girl. I watched him insult girls left and right when they rejected him. But when he insulted me thinking that crap would get him laid, I decided he would get my Merry Christmas cock and ball torture sex for free.

I brought him home. Made him think I was drunk and horny. But I was neither. At least not for him. I made him undress for me to confirm what I already knew. And I had the proof of his worthless junk right in front of me. If he measured 4 inches hard, I would be shocked. But I acted like I wanted to suck that cock so bad. My performance seemed Oscar worthy, LOL.

Men Need to See Their Junk as a Privilege Not an Entitlement

While in front of him, on my knees, I pulled out my knife and slashed his balls right off. His blood sprayed all over my face. But that’s not a problem. I bathe in blood. He started screaming and calling me names. I am impervious to that shit. I watched him run around my house like a chicken with his head cut off.

Neutering him was my Christmas gift to all coeds on his campus. And women everywhere. The world does not need another asshole male. He eventually passed out from blood loss. So, while he was out, I gave him a drug to erase his memory and knock him out so I could cauterize his wound and dump him in the woods near the bar I picked him up at.

When he wakes up, he will have no clue what happened to him. No memory of me. And no memory of how he lost his worthless nuts. Merry Bloody Phone Sex Christmas you filthy animals.

Wanna put me on a Milk Cartoon in Kidnapping Phone Sex?

Kidnapping Phone Sex

You stand there horrified. Anger. Rage. Lose. She was supposed to be the one. Right?

Nope. That bitch that you fucked for years? Had a relationship with? All those dreams dashed when you found her in the bed of some rando. Glugging on his cock like a chicken peckin on a worm to eat.

Snapped. That’s what it is.

Dude is already dead. You dispatched him pretty quickly with a click click boom. Make his a quick one too. Right in the middle of the dome. Pink mist.

The perfect shot.

Now, this bitch before you. Crying and pleading saying “It’s not what it looks like”, or “It didn’t mean anything”. You realize that you should give her what she wants. Being nailed hard and long.

You grab her by the face, look into the beautiful doe eyes. And then slowly push her head towards your cock. She just starts sucking with fervor, telling you that this is the only meat she wants in her face from now on. She’ll never do it again.

You know she’ll never do it again. And you’ll make damn sure too. Because as she keeps sucking on that dong of yours, you put your own piece to her head.

Boom.

You still think about that night all those months ago… and still think her face looks really cute in those missing person posters.

 

Violent Phone Sex Christmas Because It’s More Fun to Spread Christmas Fear

violent phone sexViolent phone sex Christmas has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree? I love to spread fear this time of year. But I am no Grinch. I am not stealing presents from little brats. Instead, I am castrating perverts and men who annoy me. Even men who try to ruin Christmas for others.

Last week, a woman hired me off the dark web. She wanted revenge on her ex-husband who refuses to pay support or help get his brats Christmas gifts. He sounded like a real Grinch to me. So, I knew what I needed to do. Castrate her ex for free. I normally do not kill or torture for free. But I guess I was in a giving mood. The holidays make me want to give back.

She gave me all the info I needed. And I asked her if she wanted me to kill him, but she said no. She just wanted to hurt him and scare him into paying support. So, I paid her ex a visit in the middle of the night. I used the hidden key to get inside. Easy peasy. I found him sleeping. More like passed out drunk. Well, that makes castration phone sex so much easier.

Not All Men Deserve To Have Their Balls

I tied him up to his bed and he still did not wake up. He sleeps nude. Which made it easier too. When I slapped him awake, he thought one of his friends sent him a hooker. I do not look like a hooker. He wished I was one though after I took his junk. I put a castration band around his nuts and just waited as his balls turned blue.

While we waited for that, I encouraged him to help his family out more or I would take his cock and his life too. He deserved to be neutered. According to his ex-wife, he blows all his money on hookers and young sugar babies. Since he can no longer fuck, he can spend money on his brats now.

I made a bloody phone sex mess out of his bed. Although I untied him from his bed, I knew he was in too much pain and shock to come after me.  I spread Christmas fear in him. But his ex-wife sees it more as Christmas cheer. You better watch out men, this wicked butcher knows if you have been good or bad.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Live Streamed Makes My Son Money

rape phone sex fantasiesMy son’s viewers enjoy mommy rape phone sex fantasies. They pay well to watch him fuck me and abuse me too. But I never mind because I know my boy loves me. He just needs my help making money. I am his cash cow. But in exchange he gives me the best coke. He had pink cocaine for me this week when we made a little holiday blue movie for his viewers.

I showed off my naked skinny body to his viewers. My big boobs sagged, and my meat curtains hung down. Both show signs of wear and tear. But nothing compares to the abuse my asshole receives.  It prolapses on its own now. It is like a magic trick or something. I turned around from the camera and let the viewers see how easily my asshole pops outs. They tip well to see my old used ass rape porn prolapse.

My son made me his bimbo. I’ve had three surgeries to make my boobs big. Now my lips are Botoxed out. And I get skinnier and skinnier every movie thanks to my cocaine diet.  My son’s Christmas gift turned out to be a brutal beating for mommy. He brought out the assault bench. Tied me to it with my hands bound behind my back and my tits tied up tightly. He loves to use my boobs like punching bags. Fun bags he calls them.

I’m My Son’s Punching Bag

As I snorted skinny powder, my boy punched the side of my face because I forgot to take my teeth out. My dentures flew across the room.  But that was me bad. I cannot have teeth in when he skull fucks me. After he finished skull fucking and punching mommy, he turned to my prolapsed ass, which he uses as his own personal cock sleeve. He put a glass tube on it instead of zip ties this time. My ass will always be my son’s flesh light. While my prolapse grew bigger in the tube, he turned his attention to my face. A few more punches, and the chimes rolled in.

I kept snorting coke to dull the pain. While I partied, my boy but on his brass knuckles for some violent phone sex fun. A few sucker punches to the boobs and ribs immediately caused swelling. He even cracked a few ribs and his audience heard it. And more tips rolled in. When I began sucking his cock again, he gave me a few punches to the face. But he avoided my sniffer. My boy turned me into a dark web porn star. As he skull fucked me some more, I heard more chimes.

Viewers Tip Well To See Mommy Abused

He eventually removed me from the assault bench. But he left my hands tied behind my back. He pulled me up by my giant fun bags. And he hung me up by my boobs. As I hung in the air, he fucked my prolapsed ass. He removed the glass tube that puffed up my prolapse even move. And he pulled the flesh of my meaty prolapsed asshole over his dick like it was a flesh light. He also put a spreader bar between my legs so men could see my meat curtains swaying as he pounded my prolapsed asshole.

With his steel toed boots on, he kicked me in my baby maker. Hard too. With every kick he made, I jerked a bit which pulled my tits. And he gave me a lot of kicks. My cunt immediately puffed up like my prolapsed asshole. What came next, would have hurt even more if I did not have the pink cocaine to dull the pain.

He shoved his fist up my cunt and held me up in the air like a puppet. This enabled him him to punch my old barren womb from the inside. Luckily, my son moves on to other tortuous acts quickly. But he always gives the viewers what they want to see. And they wanted to see him throw me across the room.

My Boy Turned Me Into His Fist Puppet

He flicked me off his fist like I was a bug. And as I flew across the room, the tips poured in. My son made me fly. I bounced off the wall and landed on the floor several times. Eventually he kicked off the spreader bar and spun me around like a shotput and bounced me off the walls some more. As I lay on the floor broken and dazed, he dragged me by my read hair to the bowl of pink coke. He stepped on my neck as I snorted coke to dull the pain.

More tips rolled in. But they came in at a frantic pace once he put a plastic bag over my face. However, he did put coke in the bag. While I snorted coke and struggled to breathe, he pushed my legs over my head and fucked my pee hole. My 4th hole. He went back and forth between my urethra and my prolapsed asshole. As I gasped for air, he tore a hole in the bag to skull fuck me some more.

He punched my face some more as he skull fucked me. My face appeared so swollen I doubted anyone would recognize me. For most of our live stream I could not see much due to the swelling of my eyes and face. He beat me beautiful. He kept fucking my pee hole as he punched me some more. This little violent session served as his viewers holiday special.

Beating Mommy Beautiful Acted Like a Present to His Viewers

After he came down my throat, he pounded my head into the floor. He pulled me by my prolapsed asshole and cunt lips until I was in front of the camera. I drooled and gasped for air as I showed off my abused body to his audience. My boy may have put me out of commission for a while, but he gave me a lot of good coke to speed up my recovery. Merry Christmas you filthy perverts. Hope you enjoyed the show.

Castration Phone Sex Because Revenge is So Sweet

castration phone sexCastration phone sex may not be my specialty, but all women dream of castrating some man in their life. Trust me, as a young schoolgirl getting force fucked by daddy and his friends, I thought about biting some cocks off. Same with some of the seedy men who owned me after I ran away from home.

Recently, I got to make my dream a reality. A chance encounter with one of my dad’s poker buddies inspired me. He did not recognize me. When he came into the strip club, I almost had a panic attack. He went rougher on my fuck holes than my father. I grew up, and no doubt look different. I sport big boobs now and platinum blonde hair.

Legally changed my name to Cassandra Alexander so no one from my past would find me. But to be sure he did not recognize me, I flirted with him after my set. If he took my bait, I would bring him home with me. And get my revenge with some extreme cock and ball torture sex. He took my bait. Thought he would. But I needed to be sure he had no clue who I was. I gave him one hell of a lap dance to cock tease him. Wanted him to want to fuck me.

And he did. He begged me to come back to his hotel room. Although, I wanted to get my revenge at my place, I agreed. My plan for revenge worked almost perfectly. Once back at his hotel room, I drugged his drink. Just to make sure he would not hurt me. I waited about 45 minutes before I bit his cock. He got hard, but he did seem out of it. So, I knew the drugs kicked in.

I Love Getting Revenge on My Enemies

After a few minutes of slobbering on his cock, I bit it. Hard too. But I just did not bite hard enough to rip it off. I wanted to do a Lorena Bobbit on him, but I did not have access to a knife. This was an impromptu castration. Seeing him in the club dredged up some awful memories for me. I did take a chunk out of his dick, but I did not sever it like I wanted. However, I did make a bloody phone sex mess.

So, when he passed out from the shock and the drugs, I bit his balls off. That proved easier to do. I put his balls on his chest, so when he came too, he would know what happened. I know it was risky. He could send the cops to the club to arrest me. But I just hoped his shame would not let him admit to the authorities what happened.

So, to give myself an edge over him, I left a note that said go to the police and I will tell them what you did to me as a little girl, and signed it Ella, which was my birth name. I mean certainly if he did go to the police, a good lawyer could get me off on a temporary insanity plea.  I enjoyed biting his junk and neutering him. Now, if I could only find my father.

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Killed the Grinch

snuff phone sexChristmas brings out the snuff phone sex bitch in me. Perhaps, some people might see me as a grinch. However, I like to think of myself as a dark angel preserving Christmas for the little ones. I am a Goddam fucking Christmas angel. My neighborhood has reported many thefts this holiday season. Someone has been naughty stealing outside Christmas decorations and in some cases, the presents under the tree. So, I am not the grinch in my neighborhood.

I often catch criminals or predators long before the police ever do. That’s one of my many skills. I could have been a detective. I set a trap for the thief. It took a few days for the grinch to take my bait. And it turned out to be a woman. She broke into my home in the middle of the night to take the fake Christmas gifts under the tree.

She broke into my home. So, I had every right to defend myself. This could be the kill I could justify and get away with. However, she needed torture sex. And maybe a fatal gunshot wound or knife wound. Even a struggle that resulted in a fatal head injury or something   would have been justifiable homicide. However, what I did to her would be deemed sadistic and unjustifiable. Overkill.

I’m The Bitch Who Saved Christmas

I mutilated her body. Tortured the meth head bitch for hours before killing her. I like to play with my prey. What is the fun in a quick, justifiable death. Even for a criminal or a predator, I will not invite trouble by calling the police. Flying under the radar is my superpower. This meth head cunt pleaded with me. She babbled on about her addiction and selling the toys and gifts for money to purchase meth and smack.

But I did not buy her lies. A junkie will say and do anything for a fix. Now the world has one less grinch and drug addict in the world. I stabbed her cunt with a knife. Literally pulled her insides out with the blade. Her pain had to be off the charts. I stabbed her eyes out too. Carved her tits up. By the time I finished my little snuff porn, she was nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and entrails.

I had to scoop up her remains with a shovel like she was horse shit. I tossed the piles of her in my back yard. But I knew the wildlife would eat her bloodied remains before I even woke up in the morning. I turned her into sushi.  And today, there’s no trace of that bitch. The neighborhood and the police will think she stopped her crime spree or moved on to a different town. So, in a way, I am the bitch who saved Christmas.

Fuck me while I play with my knives

 

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex. I take pride on my massive collection of knives. I have so many I’ve lost count. I love to throw them in the back as well as practice on my victims when we play. I don’t like ending my men after a good fuck, I just want a little taste. The fear in your face turns me on, I get so fucking wet when I bust out my machete. “What’s your plan with that?” they always ask.

Tonight I’m playing with you. Don’t be scared. Your cock get’s hard when I dress up in my little devil outfit. I love prancing around you as it grows, bending over showing you my cute little ass. You can’t take it and grab me by my hips and sit me down on your lap. I slowly slip my tight little wet pussy on top of you and start swirling and grinding. I can feel your girth expanding deep inside me.

It’s the perfect time to bring out my 12 inch knife. Don’t stop fucking me or else. I run it down your arm as you’re bouncing me on your lap, my wet pussy wrapped around your cock, trapping you. You can’t feel the blood oozing as I lick it up, spreading it all over my tits. Mmmm you taste delicious, I promise not to kill. The fear in your eyes makes me cum. I can’t handle it!

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Because Death is Too Easy

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex feels right to me. I just love torturing a man’s junk. Too many men thing a woman’s body is there for him to use. Not on my watch. A couple days ago, this fucktard white boy walked into a Goth bar wearing a T-shirt that said, “Your Body, My Choice.” And I decided right then he needed neutered. A man who sports a tee shirt like that has predatory tendencies.

Even if he has not assaulted a woman yet, I knew he would if given the chance. So, I hit on him and took him home to meet my Venus Flytrap. As someone who thoroughly enjoys castration phone sex, I get excited when a potential victim makes it easy for me. This tool came home willingly with me.

I have everything a sadist needs to mutilate a man’s junk. For years, I castrated men on my repurposed death row electric chair. However, I recently repurposed a beaver trap I found near the lake behind my house. If I only knew who set it, I would make him my next victim. I have no tolerance for animal cruelty. But I found it ironic that a man who thinks he owns beaver, lost his ability to fuck beaver because of a beaver trap.

If You Prey on Women, You Will Meet My Venus Flytrap

He found it less amusing. The loser bitched and hurled insults at me while I had him tied up. The beaver trap I find makes castration hurt even more. Plus, he could get a nasty infection from the rusty jaws on the trap. When he saw it, I knew he knew what would come next. And he genuinely seemed scared. But he needed neutered so he would not assault any woman in the future.

He begged me not to do it, but no one has ever talked me out removing a man’s balls. You should have seen his face go ashen white when that beaver trap latched on to his balls. If I did not live in the country, the neighbors would have easily heard his screams. But I do love the sounds of pain men make while I inflict mutilation phone sex techniques on their balls.

Blood splattered all over the floor. He screamed bloody murder. But he eventually passed out from shock. Even though I wanted to kill him, I like to let my castration victims live. I think it’s a far better punishment to live with the knowledge that you will never have an erection again. Death is too easy. And I like to make worthless men suffer for the rest of their lives.

Castration Phone Sex is The Best Fantasy for a Pervert

Deep within Morticia’s lair, the atmosphere was charged with raw sexual energy. Darion was already half-mad with anticipation, his cock standing erect, leaking with desire for Castration Phone Sex.

Castration phone sex is What Darion Will Receive

I’m Morticia, the Mistress of the Dark. Tonight I am dressed in a corset of leather, fishnet stockings, and a thong that barely covers my cunt. With my leather stiletto heels clanking on the Dungeon floor I approach my victim. My approach is like a predator stalking prey.

Castration Phone Sex

My victim has been bound with his wrists and ankles secured with thick leather cuffs to the cold, unforgiving stone wall. His legs are spread wide, exposing his most vulnerable parts. My fingers trail down his chest, circling his nipples before clamping them with vicious little devices. These clamps bite into his flesh, sending jolts of pain straight to his already throbbing erection.

My whip, the leather cracking through the air before landing with a sharp sting on his skin. Each lash placed with precision, the welts rising red and angry, crisscrossing his torso and thighs. This sends his cock twitching with each hit. Pausing now, I grip his shaft, pumping it slowly, my thumb rubbing over the head, smearing his precum down the length.

Dropping to my knees, I hake his balls in her hand and squeeze then. Then I start biting down gently, making him buck against his restraints. I then introduce a sharp shimmering scalpel that I playfully run it over his sack. Slowly his skin begins to trickle with blood, and a new wave of pain mixing with the pleasure ensues.

As my victim struggles and I laugh, a viscous evil laugh. Then I slide a thick rubber band over his balls, to the base of them. Now they are plump and more vulnerable than ever. Now it’s time, Loser. You have been a filthy fucking pervert and I will give you what you need.

 Snuff Sex is the Final Destination for Darion

Once I had cut his sack open and cut out his testicles, I was ready to torture Darion further. My fingers slick with lube, I begin to tease his ass, circling his entrance before slowly pushing in a thick, ribbed dildo. Finally the pure confusion from the pain and new pleasure. Now I watch his face contort with a mix of pleasure and discomfort as I thrust the toy in and out.

Snuff Sex

Gangbang Rape Porn at The Hands of Women Destroyed My Fuck Holes

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn seems popular on the dark web. Guys love to see a soccer mom get brutally violated. Even I enjoy it sometimes. But I want to watch it not star in it, especially if the film employs an all female cast and production team. However much I enjoy being a druggy porn star, I do not enjoy being one at the hands of women. Women treat other women poorly. True story. No one acts more cruelly to a woman than another woman.

But beggars cannot be choosers. And I felt desperate. If I am going to leave the house for Christmas shopping, I need to be coked up. But I guess you could say I need to be coked up to do anything. After I exhausted most of my normal routes to get coke, there was one left that I knew would provide me with all the coke I wanted. However, I would be more than just an ass rape porn star. Women would violate me terribly for coke. But I knew the risk.

Women Snuff Flick Directors are The Worst

I needed the coke, so I paid her a visit. And she had her all girl squad with her that seemed happier to see me than her. This soccer mom serves as a cash cow for them. They can fist me, peg me, degrade me… all on camera for the dark web to see. At least the head bitch lets me snort coke before the camera rolls.

They forced me to wear a cheerleader outfit so it would look like a locker room gang bang of the new slut on the squad. My initiation to the team. They pinned me down on the floor and violated my ass and cunt with their fists. When they grew bored of that, they fucked my ass and cunt with any and every object they could find. I thought this might turn into a snuff film instead.

And it almost did. Felt like the baseball bat perforated my colon. I could barely crawl out of the lesbian director’s home. But the coke I got for enduring this level of pain and abuse helped me nurse my wounds.