Category: Mutilation phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex with a Side of Home Invasion

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is not always taboo or extreme, but with me, it is. I get myself into the worse pickles. I owe this man money. He told me there was a way to work off what I owed him. I figured he wanted to fuck my ass, maybe rough sex. That was not what he had in mind at all. I had to break and enter into a home and steal a file out of a safe. A woman is blackmailing him and if I could retrieve the zip drive, my debt would be wiped clean. It was too good of an offer to refuse. I owed him $10,000. I would never be able to pay it back. I did some research. My callers for home invasion phone sex helped me devise a plan. I studied the house and its occupant. I broke in when the lady had left to go to work. I found where the zip drive was, but I did not know there was another woman in the house. I never saw one while I was casing the place. She caught me off guard. We struggled, but she got the upper hand and I ended up in the basement, stripped naked and tied to a saw horse. She tortured me for answers. She knew someone sent me on a mission. She wanted the details. I am a seasoned pain slut with a high threshold for pain. I thought I could outlast her questions. She flogged me. She whipped me. She cut me too, but when she used a spray bottle of some harsh chemical that burned my skin, I sang like a canary. After that, I begged her to kill me. I know if this guy finds out that I ratted him out, he will kill me. I hate when I have no good options. Die or be burned with acid.

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home invasion phone sexI sat upright in bed and reached to turn on the lamp on the nightstand. I pulled the chain but the light didn’t turn on. I could hear someone in the room with me. I tried to stand up but suddenly, I was being forced back down onto the bed. I could feel the burning sting as a large blade was slid across my throat really quickly, slicing into my skin. The trickle quickly turned into a gush as the front of my nightie grew warm and wet from the blood. I grabbed my throat and tried to scream but no sound would come out. He slapped me hard across the face and told me to shut the fuck up. I recognized his voice. It was the guy from the twisted home invasion phone sex call I had done earlier.Our call had very dark and vivid details of how he was going to force fuck my holes and make me scream as he rips the skin from my worthless body. That hot call with him had my slutty pussy so wet! I was so turned on by the way he said he was going to torture me and ruin me like the trashy slut I am. He was especially twisted and I knew he was here  to live out our fantasy roleplay of me being his pain slut victim. Finally a guy with enough balls to snuff me out! After he was finished beating me and cutting and ripping my skin and hair off, he plunged that huge blade into my gaped pussy and started sawing, trying to slice me open. Tears poured down my face as I slowly faded out from the intense searing pain.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex With Faith

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 I couldn’t see him enter the room, but I could hear the footsteps and the sound of him sharpening his favorite blade. A moment later, the cold metal pressed into my hip, and his blade sliced my panties, letting them fall to the floor. “Open your whore legs!” He commanded. “You better not let it fall out of your whore hole.”

 I squeezed my muscles around it, and then I felt him dragging a sizeable serrated blade across my body. I shivered, but I longed for it too. He must have noticed because he flipped the blade’s tip to my shoulder and smashed it in; he continued until he hit bone. He did it again and again. The room smelled of copper and heat, and my wicked cunt was soaked. The blood ran down my skin and mixed with my juices. “You’re wet? Christ, you’re a fucked up bitch, Faith,” he said. My sadistic master removed my blindfold and started to feed me my blood off of his hands. He pulled the blade out from my pussy, and turned it blade in, and fucked me with the sharp thick knife, right in my cunt. I cried out in sheer ecstasy.

Anal Torture Sex with Two Louisville Sluggers

torture sexWhen you are an anal torture sex whore, you are used to large things in your ass. The largest and weirdest thing anyone put up my ass was a baseball bat. Now, a baseball bat might not sound that weird to you, but it was not one bat, but two Louisville Sluggers up my ass at once. The thicker base end is what she put up my ass first, not the handle. Yes, I said she. It was payback. I had fucked her man, just because I could. I know it was like a country western song. Well, being a cocky bitch, I assumed she had no clue I fucked her boyfriend for a week while she was out of town. When I saw her at this club, I bought her a drink. She set me up. She was there for revenge. She drugged me and I woke up in some dark and damp basement, spread eagle, bound and gagged. I am a seasoned anal torture sex slave. I mean I have had 15-inch black cocks in my asshole as well as fists. I did not think she could do anything to me worse than what had already been done to me in the past. I was wrong. I should not have underestimated a woman scorned. Instead of taking a Louisville slugger to both taillights, she took two Louisville Sluggers to my asshole. No lube of course. She double deckered them and rammed them inside me like you would spear a pig about to be roasted over an open flame. She was calling me a whore and cunt the entire time too. Her goal was to ruin my asshole. She wanted to ruin my pussy too.  Since her boyfriend fucked my ass for a week because she does not give up the booty, however, her focus was on destroying my ass with two baseball bats so he would never fuck my ass again. I have had my share of anal torture sex in the past, but this was it. I was done. I was ruined. I never felt pain like that before. She scrambled my insides, prolapsed my ass and left me bleeding and shitting all over the floor. She got her revenge.

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Knife Play Phone Sex for My Weapon of Choice

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex because knives are my weapon of choice. There are so many more uses for a knife than any other weapon. Plus, knives take skill. Anyone with semi-decent aim can shoot a person and kill him or her instantly. Where is the fun in that though? I like the hunt. I enjoy the kill. To fully enjoy any kill, I need it to be prolonged. A bullet to the head and he or she is dead. A knife wound though, well that can take an eternity to bring your victim to his or her demise. Knives have many more uses too. That is why they are my first choice when it comes to weapons of destruction. Knife play phone sex is my favorite for a reason. So many more ways to kill, maim and torture. A gun, not so much variety. I guess you could hit some one in the head with the gun and you could shoot some non-fatal areas like feet and arms to drag out the pain. If you want your victim to endure pain for hours, even days, a knife should be your weapon of choice too. Let me tell you about my victims this week. I was an equal opportunity killer. I killed a young cunt and a 40 something year old predator. Let us start with the girl. She was a young cock tease. She looked like one of those beauty pageant girls. I called her Little Miss Sunshine. She did not look so good once I was done with her because I used my knives to destroy her body. I carved her flesh. I stabbed her cunt. I slit her wrists. I cut off her beautiful blonde locks she was so proud of. I bloodied her little body. Pure torture with a variety of knives. She screamed for hours. And once she died, I used a big ass knife to decapitate her and dismember her little limbs. Now, for the old pervert. I used my weapon of choice to castrate him. I took his balls first then I cut his entire body. Little slits in his flesh head to toe. Then, I coated his body in honey and left him outside for the animals to eat alive. Knife play phone sex is just so much more fun than any other weapon. I love my knives. Knives make torture and murder more fun and turn killing into an art form. What is your weapon of choice and who is your victim of choice?

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Ass Goes Boom With Torture Sex!

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Torture sex goes hand and hand with this Sadistic bitch. I love my daddy and he loves how sadistically twisted and sick I am. In fact, daddy is extremely fond and affectionate towards me ever since I got rid of my whore mother. I Offed her and I offed her good. Daddy enjoyed fucking her dead cold corpse one last time and cumming on her tits. I used the money to buy myself some nice tits, just like hers. But when I got my first boyfriend as a teen I was unable to resist my love of M-80’s and blowing things up. I wanted torture sex, and I wanted to watch things go Boom! I made my teenage Boyfriends ass hole go boom when I stuffed that fat firecracker in it and had daddy sneak in and lite the fuse while he thought I was just being kinky. I got in front of my boyfriend and showed him my tits like I promised. I presented them to him so her could jerk off on them. He was nearly ready to blast a load as his ass went boom, splat Pop goes the weasel! Daddy snuck in next to me and blew a fat load of goo on my tits as he witnessed the torture sex scene of me really fucking up my boyfriends asshole. It was such a shame I couldn’t watch it in slow motion. I enjoyed every second of the blown asshole show and daddy cumming on the fake tits that mommy’s death helped me purchase. This dipshit boyfriend didn’t survive. I am a bit of a Black Widow type and it’s best to stay clear of me. My Black Metal Satanist boyfriends always make mistakes too. I sometimes put strange things in their asses also. I have fucked a cunt hole with a shot gun and she was lucky the bullet wasn’t in the the chamber when I pulled that trigger. But she was as sadistic as me and came all over that barrel. If it’s sadistic and evil you want and love things shoved up your ass, then I will have a lot of fun with you.

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Mutilation Phone Sex Fuels My Love Of Flaying

Mutilation Phone SexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at for a reason. The little fairy tales I play with you are all based off of the evil things I’ve done. You need to understand that I’m a sadistic bitch straight from the depths of hell, and nothing makes my ghoulish cunt wetter than mutilating a useless meat sack with a flaying knife.That’s the weapon of my choice.

I was hunting in the early hours as an absolute favorite treat of mine is the capture of joggers. Be fucking real, no one willingly puts themselves through the hell that is running unless they love to be tortured. I always pull the same stunt. I act injured, posing as a fellow jogger. I beg to use their cell phone. When those pathetic fucks hand it over, I smash it with a hard stomp; they’re lucky it wasn’t their head! I overpower them in an instant, catching them off guard, and slipping a syringe into an artery so they go night night until it’s really play time.

This is the part I get my inspiration for our mutilation phone sex sessions. I take my new toys home, and put them in my special playroom. The one I caught this morning was a nice, strong handsome one. He had tried to take advantage of me when he found me hurt. Bad move, pig. I pulled out my fish flaying knife, and circle my catch. I’m naked, rubbing my cunt to the thought of what was in store for him. He woke up screaming as I peeled away strip after strip of skin from his back.

Yeah, I was going to skin him alive for trying to violate mine. Piece by piece I took him apart, avoiding arteries and major organs. When I finished cutting him to pieces, to the point he was still breathing and barely bleeding, I sprayed that motherfucking rack of ribs down with a saltwater bath. His screams were sweet music to my ears.

I kept him like that for three days, until his pathetic wimperings became irksome. I left him in a room with two dozen hungry rats. I’d be back in a week to collect my sweet pets while I pick my teeth with his bones. Do you understand why I love mutilation phone sex now? I’m a true sadistic bitch.
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Fuck My Severed Head

I can smell my own cunt on his hand as he holds my mouth to muffle my screams!

My naked body is pressed against the gritty brick wall and it tears my tits with every punishing thrust of his cock in my shredded ass.

Moistness rushes to my pussy lips as he grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back. His sadistic voice strikes fear in me and my body can’t help but react! My heart speeds up and my cunt starts to drip as he whispers in my ear, ” You are nothing but a filthy dirty whore and you deserve to die!”

My raw ass stings as his hard throbbing cock erupts inside of me! And through the wrenching pain, my cunt starts pulsing with uncontrollable spasms!

Snuff pornI know this will not end well and I start to plead for my life as he throws me to the ground. In a fit of rage, my sadistic seducer starts stabbing my mutilated cunt over and over, extinguishing the squirting orgasm and unleashing gushes of blood!

I can see the anger and the rage in his eyes as he cuts the flesh off my mound and the sadness as he lifts the meat to his face for one last intoxicating smell.

He moves on to my tits, slashing the nipples one at a time!

Then my mouth…he lowers himself down for one last kiss of my sweet soft mouth. Then with one final blow, my head is removed!

My eyes, though dead, continue to stare at his cock while he fucks my severed head until warm creamy cum drips from my bottomless throat!

When he is done, he tosses my bloody cum filled head aside and I clumsily roll in the opposite direction as he walks away.

Then I wake up! Check my nipples…yup, still there. Pussy…mmmm still there and sooo creamy wet!

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex is painful. I know this back-alley doctor. She lost her license to practice medicine when she was prescribing Oxy to herself. My kind of doctor. Now, she does botox and gets rid of buns in the oven off the radar. She also pays druggy whores like me for experiments. Painful and violent experiments for folks who pay her for Hostel type experiences. She knows I need coke money and that I am a pain slut. I have survived torture and mutilation at the hands of her private clients. I figured one more time would not kill me. The money was too good to pass up even if I ended up disfigured or sexually mutilated. It started off fine. Painful, but not much I could not handle. They had me hooked up to electrodes. Some sort of shock therapy involving orgasms. They called me Pavlov’s Dog. I knew what it meant even if they thought I was too dumb to get it. They were trying to see if they could condition me to cum with pain. Joke was on them. I was conditioned for that ions ago. I played along because I wanted the money to score coke. My dealer would be so shocked when I paid with cash instead of ass. My experimental doctor wannabees kicked the torture sex up to 11. My flesh was burning. I think my clit was smoking. I cried. I grimaced. And I pleaded for it to end. Burning the flesh off my body is nothing new, but I am not as dumb as people think. I know if I act like the pain is nothing then the pain will become something. Those crazy bitches thought they were scarring me for life. We both know you could do far worse to me.

I Don’t Fuck Around, I Kill

Snuff Phone SexThe weekends are for hunting. Fresh blood gets my cunt all drippy and slippy, and I love to fuck myself with my huge black dildo. I was sitting at the bar when this older man approached me. “Hi, I’m Levi. Can I buy you a drink?” I didn’t give a fuck what his name was, but I let him go ahead and buy me some Jim Beam Sour Apple shots. He chattered on about his day, and his interests, and how beautiful I was. All I could think about was ripping out his fucking tongue.
I wondered what his cock would look like stuffed down his throat. I wanted to put his tongue up his asshole. I wanted to hurt this mother fucker more and more with every breath he took. What a useless meat bag.
But, needed to play the game, I turned and batted my long lashes at him. My eyes were intense as I rose and beckoned him to follow me out into the alley. “So you want to fuck around?” He grinned. He thought he was finally getting some ass. He was going to get something alright. I nipped him with a needle right in his neck, and that tranquilizer had him collapsed in seconds. “I don’t fuck around, meat bag. I kill.”
He woke up in my playroom; the sub-basement of my home. He was chained, and hanging from the ceiling by his wrists alone, toes barely grazing the floor. I stood before him, just as naked as he was. My cunt was running rivers down my thighs, and the smile on my face was pure sadism. I didn’t know if I’d be killing him tonight, or if I’d flay him strip by strip. I’ll let you know what I decide, and how it goes; for him, that is. Either way, baby girl is a fucking winner. I can’t wait to fuck my dildo, and use his blood as lube.

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