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Mutilation Phone Sex Adds Mayhem to your Mundane Life

Mutilation Phone Sex

The Things we do to make ourselves feel alive. Be them Dark and Depraved, they serve purpose. The shock and awe of Mutilation Phone Sex Calls, send me reeling on a high that is anything but synthetic. Jamie has been calling every week for a month now.  I’ve been a victim all my life, and he found solace in that.

It started off as a call like any other, He wanted to fuck my little teen dream twat and then, he wanted me dead. A Bloody scene we both created. Trading pokes, and stabs with blades of all kinds. We mirrored one another. The only difference was the tool we fancied to get the job done.

Both of us immensely turned on by the idea of causing the other pain. My cunt throbbed and grew slick with each and every pass of My blade on his skin. Laying him open, the sight of the blood. Made me ache.

See, Jamie. He liked playing with a big knife, large seratted blade that would tear my skin open, and it would chew and force my blood let. I, however chose a tiny, thin little razor to do my bidding. The quick slit, sting and burn of it coaxed that sweet crimson drip from his skin.

I’ve Never Been Squeamish

We violently mutilated one another. Thick slippery metallic tinges of red covered our flesh. So many little nicks, cuts and stabs. Both Feral, and so enamored with what we were doing. Primal is the perfect way to describe how we fucked.

A Mirror surrounded the bath tub in which we played. Skin covered in blood and plasma. We could admire the artwork we had marked the other with. His quivering cock slid deep into me from behind. I came within minutes. It was Dark, twisted and fucking sensual. No longer a want, it was a need.

Jamie’s cock anchored deep in my cunt. Thrashing deep, and knocking against My G-spot. I came again and again on him.  His hands slid over my throat, trying to grip to choke me. I watched in the mirror as he took me. Jamie was taking my essence. He fucked and fucked hard. Finally filling me with his cum.

Both of us staring wildly at the bloody Messes we created

But then again,

Monsters aren’t under the bed anymore, They are in the Mirror

Making Snuff Movies is How I Make Money, But I Might Die in One

snuff moviesI’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.

I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors

Most Days I am Too Desperate to Think About Consequences

But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.

The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

When Will I Learn to Say No

We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.

The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.

But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplices Can Be Women Too

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex whore, I get all sorts of requests from folks needing an accomplice. I can torture somebody, kidnap somebody, even snuff somebody for you. However, most of my clients seem to be men who just need something young to fuck or maybe they need an ex murdered. But over the weekend, a sexy mature blonde hired me. A very rich socialite with a very real problem. And she thought I could help eradicate her problem.

I told her she came to the right place. Kelley started an affair with a much younger guy. Not illegal young, but barely legal young. Apparently, he was part of the catering crew her husband hired for a fancy political fundraiser held in their home a few months ago. She thought the boy understood they would only fuck once.

As a married socialite, it could never come out that she engaged in an affair with such a younger man. According to her, it’s not about the money. She earns her own money as a CEO of a beauty company. Her reputation and her brand seemed on the line if this came out. The boy started blackmailing her. Extorting her for cash to keep their dirty little secret.

Women Can Hire Me for Murder Too

She came to me for advice. Killer phone sex did not appear on her mind. However, I told her the only way to deal with extortion would be murder. Otherwise, you give him 10 grand now and a week later he wants 50 grand. It won’t stop until she’s bankrupt. I asked her a few questions and gave her some options. But I also told her the best option would be to kill the boy. And for the right fee, I would take care of all of that for her. Keep her hands clean.

I did something I never do. I fucked my client. I’m bisexual and she’s fucking hot so I didn’t see a problem. It didn’t cloud my judgment about what needed to be done. So, after I fucked her, I set a honey trap for her boy toy extortionist.

And he walked right into my trap because apparently, he’s a sucker for rich mature women. I think the sex for him he considers bonus. He planned all along to extort her for money. So, I posed as a sexy, sophisticated and very rich, socialite, and of course he took the bait.

I wore black wig and glasses to obscure my face from any cameras in the bar. And I let that boy think he picked me up. We went back to his place and as I rode his young barely legal 19-year-old throbbing cock, I put my hands around his throat to choke him out.

Sometimes, When I Kill a Boy I Think of All the Men Who Wronged Me

 I drugged him enough to make it too hard for him to fight me back. And I looked him straight in the eyes as he took his last breath. And that’s intoxicating to me. To me, that boy represented a lot of men from my past who tried to extort and blackmail me into submission.

Although I felt like he wasted his talent because he could’ve been a male escort and made money fucking older women without resorting to criminal behavior. But I did not feel bad over killing him. Your actions have consequences. And blackmailing a super-rich MILF came with the consequence of losing his life. He deserved a snuff sex death. He deserved to die at the hands of a woman he planned on extorting in the future. I saw through his flirtatious behavior. I’ve seen that look in men’s eyes all my life. Men look at women like their playthings.  Well, I made it look like a solo erotic asphyxiation encounter gone wrong.

Once I completed the job, I paid Kelly a visit and we fucked again. I took her money, but I won’t blackmail her, and she won’t blackmail me. However, I do think we’ll keep on fucking. She has a banging body and a velvet tongue. And a touch of evil inside of her too. And that makes her fucking hot to me.

Rape phone sex fantasies make me suffer the way I deserve

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies pain sears through me as I sit here, fingers trembling over the keyboard, compelled by Master Daddy’s cruel whim. My body aches so badly. I let him down, and I do deserve to suffer for my failures. It was an accident. See, Master Daddy tells me to do everything. And I can’t go without his permission. I’m usually a good girl and can hold it. This time, I just couldn’t. I think my bladder was stretched to its limits.
I begged and pleaded, but he didn’t care. He told me I better hold it till he was done fucking me or else. I tried so hard, but I pissed all over his cock. So I was banished to the cold, concrete pit. I waited in dread, my thoughts obsessing over the impending beating.
And when the guys who work for him arrived, I knew I would be lucky to survive the beating I was gonna get. They all pissed in my face and made me drink it. It was so gross because they are nasty fucking meth heads. His henchmen made their boss proud. They did a great job putting me in my place. Forced fucked me so bad it hurts when I make the slightest move.
It felt like forever, and the only reason I know they did it to me for five hours is because they were bragging about it. But that wasn’t enough punishment. He is making me spread the word that I am a Snuff sex pig who needs even more punishment. I have to say to do your worst, hurt me, and use my slave holes as violently as you can.

Snuff Sex Always Makes my Evil Gothic Teen Pussy Wet

Snuff Sex

She was the perfect blond bitch, b cup perky nipples and a round as, a hairless pink cunt and big blue eyes. I held a bag over her head while my boyfriend fucked her sweet little cunt hole. We had, had her for three days. She had given him a blow job and let him fuck her face and ate out both our assholes. That of course didn’t really satisfy our needs. we craved something more depraved. So we tied her down and i held a plastic bag over her head while my boyfriend fucked her sweet virgin pussy. We both knew this would be her one and only time getting fucked. We loved that. Snuff sex was so addicting.  She struggled against us as she desperately fought for air and my boyfriend said her pussy was getting so tight as her body began to convulse around him. I laughed as I lifted the bag and stared into her empty blue eyes and kissed her purple lips. She was still as he fucked her dead body and i came just from kissing her dead lips. Death was always so sexy, and I loved being a part in someone’s final moments.

Bound and Broken: My Master’s Delight

Torture sex

Last night, my master had a new toy for me—a teen girl with a tight, virgin pussy and an asshole that begged to be stretched. He bound me to the bed, my wrists and ankles secured with thick leather straps. “You’re mine to do whatever I like,” he growled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

He started with my pussy, his fingers probing and stretching, preparing me for what was to come. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet cunt, his thumb circling my clit. I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release.

But he had other plans. He grabbed a dildo, a thick, veined monster that made my eyes widen. “This is going in your ass, my little slave,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation and nerves. He lubed it up, his fingers teasing my tight little hole before slowly pushing the dildo in.

I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being filled, overwhelming. He fucked me with it, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of my ass with ease. I could feel every inch of it, the way it pulsed, the way it hit that sweet spot that made me see stars.

As he pounded my ass, he reached around, his fingers finding my clit, teasing and tantalizing. I was a mess of pleasure, my body convulsing, my screams of ecstasy filling the room. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting onto my back, coating my skin, marking me as his.

In the aftermath, he untied me, his hands gentle as he rubbed the circulation back into my limbs. I curled up against him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re such a good little slave,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Master’s proud of you.”

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex My slutty holes just love having violent phone sex, where I know all over with be hurt and sore. The anticipation building up not knowing where you’ll punish me next. Any and all the abuse you’re willing to give these fuck holes, gape and rip them with your fat cock. While I squirm and struggle with you stretching me making me drip everywhere. While I become addicted to each slap, spank, and cuts all over me. 

Yesterday I got to really be tortured, having him catch me in an alley on my way home. He had been watching my everyday routine seeing where I walked every day. He had gone up to talk to me, but I had been on my way to work and was in a rush, so I didn’t to talk to him. This just made him want me to suffer and be taught some manners. 

On my way home this time I could hear footsteps following behind me. Really close and getting closer, so I started walking a little fast and they did too. I looked back and it was him, with a big smirk on his face.  I turn to talk to him, but he just rolls his eyes so i keep walking. When I was about to pass by an alley, I felt someone grab my hair and drag me right into the dark alley. 

Throwing me to the ground saying now you’re going be such a good worthless cock sleeve. Bitches like you need to be punished and taught how to behave. He spat in my face and slapped me so hard I fell back down onto the ground. I see him taking off his belt, when I went to say something, he smacks me in the face with his best hard. I could feel the sting it had left behind he pushed me onto the ground again, hitting me hard all over with his leather belt. Marks all over me from the hard blows from the belt. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to get on all fours. My hands and knees on the concrete like I was a little dog touching the dirty floor. He took a knife out of his pocket and runs it along my back, cutting the clothes I still had on off. Leaving me in just my bra and panties. He took my panties and ripped them with his hands, with my fuck holes in the air and ready to be punished. 

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Women Too

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners can be hard to find sometimes. Usually, my accomplices are men. Men are the ones who need a bad babysitter or a woman to lure young girls. I am sure women have dark fantasies because I know I do. However, women never seek my assistance. But that all changed

A sexy hot milf hired me for for a honey trap to kill this young teen boy. She had an affair with him, and he became obsessive. She fears he will ruin her marriage and career. A very wealthy woman and very sophisticated too. She just slept with the wrong boy and now it’s turned into a fatal attraction sort of thing. But like most of my clients, she needed an alibi when the boy went missing.

Although, I have made my share of snuff porn, usually I’m not alone when I do it, so I had to lure this teen boy and kill him by myself. Honestly, I didn’t want to. But I needed her money. Plus, she’s the type of woman you want to owe you a favor because she’s got the money and resources to get you and anybody else out of trouble.

So, I set the honey trap, and he fell for it. She told me just how to kill him. Plus, she gave me a blueprint of exactly how this should go. And I got the impression if I didn’t follow her instructions exactly, I would end up dead too. So, I had no choice. At this point, it was me or this teenage boy. I chose me.

Some Jobs I Hate Initially, But Grow to Love

But I did fuck him first. My DNA would be on his dead cock, but I’m nowhere in the system. I’m pretty much a ghost. I’ve been that way since I ran away from home so that my father and his abusive cronies would never find me. One of her coworkers saw her talking to the boy and suspects something. That combined with the boy’s obsession and threats meant she had to get rid of him with nothing falling back on her.

As I rode his hard teenage cock, I wrapped my pantyhose around his neck. He thought I was just being seductive and playful. But this was part of the plan all along. He would die a strangulation phone sex death. My pussy gripped his cock as he took his last breath. But I continued to fuck him until I came on his dick, which occurred a few minutes after he took his last breath. Perhaps that makes me a necrophiliac. But his cock stayed rock fucking hard, even after he stopped breathing.

Although I felt hesitant to kill this teen boy, I did it. I did it for the money. And I did it for self-preservation too. And I will admit that I had more fun than I thought I would. Fucking a man or a boy as they take their last breath is very erotic. I could feel him twitching underneath the weight of my body. I could see the fear in his eyes. And I could feel the stiffness of his cock inside my pussy as he died. And might just do this again. Who wants to die as I fuck them?

Create Gangbang rape porn stars & turn them to snuff slaves

Gangbang rape porn stars are created by me, the Queen of Filth! My kingdom is built upon the very foundation of vice – the sweet, nectar-like aroma of a little girl’s untouched cunt wafting through the air, beckoning me closer. And when I find one of these innocent, naive little whores, I swoop in like a raven, claiming her as my own. Gangbang rape pornI take great pleasure in breaking in my new playthings. I spank their tender bottoms until they’re a rosy red, their tears of pain never ending. I parade my freshly-broke-in whores in front of the vilest, most depraved men I can find – the kind with dicks as thick as tree trunks and a hunger for young, tight flesh that can barely be satiated. And on command, I release my girls into the clutches of these monsters, watching with sadistic glee as they’re stretched to the limit, their little holes pounded into submission.
I’ve turned these little sluts into the perfect Torture sex slaves, and when one is deemed too defective to continue serving, I make sure to give them the ultimate degradation. This slow, agonizing death only adds to the depravity. And I’m the wicked call-girl who makes it all happen, coaching these cruel scenes as the squalid rape and torture unfold.