Category: Mutilation phone sex

Snuff Sex Date

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I am good for. He made that abundantly clear the other night. We met on Tinder. He wanted a submissive whore to fuck. I was hoping for bondage, maybe some light BDSM fun. That shit was too vanilla for him. Not what he wanted at all. He wanted to hurt me. He tied me up with my own rope in my own bedroom and whipped me. He was a lifestyle S and Mer. He brought his whips and chains and other BDSM equipment. I was not getting the Fifty Shades of Gray treatment I was in the mood for. I was getting the Saw torture porn treatment. He cut and burned my flesh. I screamed bloody murder. That made him harder. I was scared. He pierced my nipples and my clit with a long needle. Torture sex got him off. Not what I signed up for, at least not that night. I was not sure if I was going to live or die. I was bleeding. I was battered. I was defeated. He left me tied up and in pain until a neighbor rescued me. Never again will I do Tinder. 

Punish Me Please

Evil phone sex

Fuck me like you hate me, drag me by my fucking hair, and punish me. I need to be punished. I need to be beaten into submission because I’ve been a wicked fucking cunt. Master I want to submit to you I want to play your games I’ll do anything you say. I know that you are my everything to worship, and I will worship you and your beautiful enormous King cock. You own me; you are my owner. You control me; you take over my mind. I must submit to you I must do everything that you tell me. I want to bleed for you. I want you to see the blood from my skin pulsing out of me like a hot water douchebag. Punish me master I beg for your punishment shackle my feet I will make all of your rape fantasies come true. I need you master I’m begging for you what can I do to get your attention. I will take the pain I will be your pain slut and your cum dumpster whore. I am nothing, and you are everything I’m just a fucking slut. I’m a whore. I’m a nothing ass, Tramp. I’m a street scallywag, and I mean absolutely nothing without you. I don’t deserve you I don’t deserve a master like you; that’s why I need you to punish me because I’m not perfect. Fuck me master fuck me so hard that you make me bleed. I want you to choke me while you stuff your hard veiny cock deep inside of me. My pussy needs you.

Gangbang Rape Porn with Lesbians

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn with women is more brutal than with men. I sometimes must do business with this lesbian dealer because no one else will trade sex for drugs with an old bitch with old holes. Jeanie will, but she makes me work for that bag of powder. I was desperate last night after being turned down by 4 dealers. I sent her a text. I got smiley emojis back, so I knew she was down to make a deal. I didn’t know she would sick her young cheerleader cunts on me.  Five college coeds with mommy issues. Jeanie was filming the violent attack because she can profit off these sorts of underground videos. I was not high enough to take the pain. Fists in my ass and cunt. Strap-ons and big dildos down my throat and up my holes. Lots of ass slapping, face spitting and nipple pinching too. Oh, and let’s not forget about all the hair pulling too. One of the cheerleader cunts yanked out a big chunk of my red locks. My head was bleeding but she just laughed. They all laughed. Eventually, they got bored with me and stopped. I was a hot mess. Ass and cunt swollen and gaping. Scalp bleeding. My alabaster skin was turning blue and purple quickly from the abuse too. I am such a taboo phone sex slut that I take the abuse just to score some dope.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Leftovers For Lovers

Sometimes I date this super dirty Mortician that is bi-sexual and by dirty I am referring to the things he likes to do to some of the males we pick-up together. We pick up our share of females too so don’t get me wrong, but the things he likes to do with the guys after he’s been fucked by them… Let’s say they are lucky if they even get a chance, or it could be considered unlucky. But nevermind, we drug our victims up at the Goth club and bring them back to a abandoned old mansion and take our use of them. We play out filthy rape fantasies with them and sometimes engage in some cannibalism phone sex. I love castration and even severing the whole dick off. Sometimes we will grill it up and I feed it to him. He has so many kinky tricks he learned from being a mortician that I really love our times together. My main boyfriend doesn’t really mind since he knows the sadistic bitch in me gets fed with these hunt dates as we call them.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

 

Young Voice Phone Sex Victim For Abuse Sex

Sometimes a man just needs a little whore to make his day and that requires a young voice phone sex victim to accommodate him and know her place as one with a vagina should. I’m a pain slut that gets off on being abused and have no real aspirations in life than to be the whore for all of mans needs. My body is sculpted by a male plastic surgeon for the pleasure of men. I am constantly victimized because that is my place. It has been fed into my brain from a young age by my daddy and I will always be here as the receiver of cock. The receptacle for cum, a urinal for piss and a toilet for shit. My whore body is built for a mans pleasure and I am never to really deny any man from taking his use of me.

Young voice phone sex

 

Suffocation phone sex

Suffocation phone sexYou ever had to do Suffocation phone sex and it turns out the guy you were on the phone with is actually inside your house, waiting for the perfect moment to bust up in your room and give you a proper smothering. Well, that happened to me last night. I was on the phone pretending to be losing my breath as he beat me and suffocated me. But he was not far at all, coming out of nowhere going straight for my neck and mouth. I don’t even have a chance to fight back, he is strong and already knows exactly what he is doing. I am shocked and cannot even get a word out as he goes for the kill. I am gasping, gurgling, choking and even blacking out. Every time I lose consciousness he lets me breathe a little and I go back to fighting before he does it again. His eyes are dark and he looks like his plan is to kill me. Somehow I survived it, but my neck is all purple and I don’t know how he got into my house or when he will be back to finish the job.

Bondage Phone Sex and Torture

bondage phone sexWhen you are a coke head, bondage phone sex is one of the many things you do for a fix. He told me he would trade coke for bondage pictures. It didn’t sound like a bad choice. I told myself it was art. I was simply posing for some photos and saving the guy money. I work for coke. Anyone who knows me, knows that. I arrived on the set ready to be tied up. Nothing could have prepared me for this bondage shoot. I was tied up tightly and suspended in the air. I was not suspended with rope, however. He inserted a meat hook in my ass and hoisted me up 20 feet off the ground. My ass was holding me up. If I farted, I could have dislodged the hook and fell twenty feet headfirst on a concrete floor. My ass was being stretched. It was tearing and bleeding. I was in so much pain with likely medical grade injuries. I screamed to be let down. I was even saying fuck the coke. I was choosing my life over coke. Wow. That had never happened before. It didn’t matter, the photographer only cared about getting some hot pictures and ruining my asshole. I looked underneath me and could see the pool of blood collecting. It was my blood dripping out of my ass like a BDSM ass rape porn star. He spun me around like I was spinning on a cock not a meat hook. When he got all the pictures he wanted, he tossed me some coke and told me to get lost. One and done. He didn’t fuck me. Other than binding me up, he never touched me. He said I was just another dumb junkie willing to do anything for a fix. I guess he was right.

 

Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is not what I am known for but I am a sexy switch, so when I had the opportunity to dominate a guy, I jumped on it. Trey is a co-worker of my current master. Master asked me a favor and I couldn’t refuse him. Trey needs a dominatrix for small dick humiliation and cock and ball torture. With Craig’s List and the Back Pages no longer advertising dominatrix’s, he was struggling with finding a mistress who would not take advantage of him. He has been blackmailed, jack rolled and scammed. Master knew I would be an honest bitch because if I was not, he would punish me. I was happy to meet Trey. I could see why he needed SDH and CBT when I saw him naked. Such a waste of a man! He was was handsome with a great job. Filthy rich but he had a 2-inch dick. I met him at his place where he had all the instruments for extreme cock and ball torture. I weighted this balls and pulled them down almost to the ground. His balls were bigger than his dick! I used a switch to punish his nut sack. I whipped his worthless testicles until they were bright red and swollen. He was crying from the pain, yet his nub was as hard as a clit on a pussy being finger banged by George Clooney. I told him he didn’t deserve balls because a dick that small didn’t deserve to cum ever. I could see his arousal over my suggestion that he be castrated. I was in bad ass bitch mode. I let the power get to my head and I clipped his balls off with fence cutters. I had an “uh oh” moment because there was no going back. I took his nuts and he was bleeding profusely. Trey loved it. He was begging me to take the whole enchilada. I couldn’t do that because it might kill him. I cauterized his wound, and called 911. Surely they have seen things worse than a home castration gone wrong, right? Trey lost his balls and if Master ever finds out, I may lose my life.

Snuff Porn Haunted House

snuff pornSnuff porn is perfect for this time of year. I have a special friend, Jimmy. He understands that this is my favorite time of year. I invited him to my cabin for the weekend. Not for a romantic getaway, however. I turned my kill shack into a house of horrors. When he arrived, I had a surprise for him. I had four little angels I brought along for the ride. They thought they were going to a haunted house, not a house of horrors. Just stupid little cunts who left the mall with a strange woman to go to a haunted house out in the middle of nowhere. Jimmy was pleased when he arrived to see his favorite aged girls, naked and tied up on the floor in front of the fireplace. Trick or treat, I said to the little scared cunts. They were too scared to pick, so I chose for them. I stood them up and took them to the basement. My haunted basement was an old-fashioned torture chamber. I had an array of instruments at my disposal to sexually mutilate these little twats. Trick for them, treat for me.

I grabbed a cattle prod to get the scares started. I was giddy like a schoolgirl when I zapped the tiniest girl’s ass with it. She fell forward, pissed her panties and began crying. “This is soooooo much fun,” I said to Jimmy as I shoved it up the other girl’s her cunt. Watching her twitch and convulse really turned me on. I let him play too. He grabbed another brat and thrust the cattle prod in her ass in the dark and damp basement of my house of horrors. All four brats were scared shitless. My cabin was their hell house. Torturing worthless young whores is addicting. We shocked all four brats so much; we could smell their burning flesh. Nothing hotter than the smell of burnt tender age pussy lips. Happy Halloween, I screamed at them as I continued to prod their tiny pink holes with electrical pulses so strong it burned their young flesh.

Our little victims laid in a pool of their own vomit and piss, scared for their lives. Jimmy and I were the real ghouls. The sight of little scared girls curled up in fetal position, soaking in their own excrement, crying and pleading for mercy made me horny. I inherited some medieval torture devices from my demented grandfather, an infamous serial killer. Jimmy and I were only getting started. I tied the youngest little slut to the rack and started cranking it slowly. Her screams made me wetter. Hearing and seeing her flesh pull, her bones snap, and her blood spray our faces and my walls was intoxicating. My basement looked like a scene from The Amityville Horror. Each girl got to die on the rack, with their limbs snapping like twigs. Legs and arms severed; we chopped heads right off their little bodies. We were getting doused in their blood and sinew and it was like an aphrodisiac. I turned my cabin in the woods into a real haunted and deadly house for four little girls. Jimmy and I made it out alive, but four little girls lost their lives and hopefully will go on to haunt my basement and help terrorize our next victims.

gothic phone sex

Castration at My Hands

castration phone sex

You are brought to my motel room thinking I am nothing but a gothic whore who needs to fuck. I begin jacking you off as your wife and three men walk in. your shocked but we have a surprise for you! You wife undresses and pulls out their nice thick cocks. She is going to show you how much they are going to cum for her. You pathetic bitch your days of cumming are over. You feel faint as the drink and the paralysis agent kicks in. I have you bound and use my shears to ask if you have any last words for your cock and balls. Oh, that’s right you cant talk bitch! My shears are cold against your scrotum. Your wife has all three men cumming on her face. I cut off your balls in one fell swoop, but my knife will take time to cut through your dick! These will make a tasty addition to my menu of corpses later.