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Triple penetrated by multiple castrated cocks

Castration phone sex

 

An evil fuck kidnapped me, tied me up, abused and violated my wet, tiny tight pussy with castrated cocks. After he captured and killed many men he kept their bloody junk on a shelf in his demon dome where he sent me too for days.

Cock by cock my tight little twat was fucking rammed, smashed, pulled, poked, torn, and demolished by so many different sizes. Stretched and widened by a 13 incher, taken down to a 6 incher. Lubed up and spat on my capterer didn’t give a fuck about how much blood was oozing, dripping, leaking out of my stretched, torn the fuck up little tweaked out tiny twinkie. He got on his knees, shoved the massive monster up my cookie and put his mouth to catch the run off, dripping out off his lips, down his chin. He licked his fingers and then shoved his fudge filled finger down my throat. This sick fuck getting off, I could see the pre cummy bulge poppin from the top of his pants as I licked my lips, tasting and smelling my own clammy, damp, moist, tasty cunt, getting my torn up cunt cut up by dead cock, ringing my goth bell.

Snuff Sex Accomplices Make Bank One Little Cunt at a Time

snuff sexSnuff sex accomplices take the risks so you can fuck that young girl you dream about. Hard to believe that a few years ago, I belonged to a man who uses girls until they age out. He kept me long past my expiration date because I made an excellent accomplice. But then one day he decided he needed something new. So, I bartered for my life. And now I am a free agent.

I am the only one who got away alive from my former master. But only the strong survive in the seedy world I operate in. We have a good working relationship now. Although I bought my freedom one young schoolgirl after another, he now pays me to find him jailbait cuties for his teen rape porn needs. And often he refers me to his friends who need help with similar things. I never say no. But then no smart person says no to him.

Over the weekend, he sent me one of his closest and sickest friends. He lost his right-hand gal when she got arrested for drug possession. So, he needs a new gal. She better hope she stays in prison because I know she has a target on the back of her head now. Behind every sick P man is a willing female accomplice because older men carry the stigma as predators to young girls. However, young girls never fear a female.

Helping Men Find Young, Fresh Meat is Profitable

I brought this man the girl of his dreams. And for that, he rewarded me with a big bag of cash. I thought my job ended when I brought him a cute young girl. But he wanted me to film it. For what he paid me, I would have buried the body too. But he did not want to kill her because he wants her to be a captive. She will be his sex slave until her holes get too loose for his cock.

She screamed and cried, even yelled for her mommy. My client made her his sex slave and his ass rape porn star. She screamed even more when he fucked her ass. Eventually, she passed out from the pain and exertion from screaming and fighting. But I hung around until he put her limp, tired body into a cage. Got my money and left. Another accomplice gig in the books.

My evil phone sex fantasies I rub my pussy to daily.

Evil Phone Sex

Evil has a way of creeping it’s way into my brain on a daily. Be it someone who angered me and makes me want to take their skin off, slowly. Or some random body is in the wrong place wrong time, and I want to see their brain matter.

Like, this fantasy in particular where I have my prey super glued to a wheel chair. My cunt just slobbering all over their dick. While I take a scalpel and cut away the smile off their face so I can wear it like a mask of my own.

Or, maybe split them dick tip to chin, and play with whatever falls out of them. Like a cat swatting at a play toy. Use the body fluids they spill as a lubricant for the toys I have to stuff my fuck hole with.

And because their screams make my puss twitch with excitement, I would want to record the events that unfolded. Would be my personal porn to watch when I wanna rub one out to a torturous good time.

 

Chained, tortured, lifted in the air for a clean shaven pussy

Knife play phone sex

My leg’s spread wide open, you’re cussing me out, telling me “what a bad bitch” I am while holding your knives. Scars covered my little body all the way down to my cut up, tight cunt from your constant abuse.

Didn’t shave, so I gotta pay. Genital stubs, my puffy muff looked at under a light, your face turning red. Thrown on the torture table you chained me up. My chained legs lifted into the air in your sick fucking medical examination room. Your knife, slowly running down my tight snatch lips, sharpened for this fucked plan you had for me.

With a six blade razor you shave me, I’m shaking in fear but dripping wet, turned on as your fingers reach far deep up my smooth, silky snatch and asshole, swirling around, cleaning cum and feces with your rubber gloves on,  you lift my lip for that close cut in my dark spots. Juicy jizzy pre cum dripping down to my asshole onto the paper you had me lay on to collect every hair, every drop of various fluids.

Unable to move, you push on me, swinging me, with your finger still deep in both holes, smashing at rapid speeds for that sweet squirt.

Woe is my pussy as a Gothic Phone Sex slut who just wants to ride a stiff one.

Gothic Phone Sex

As a younger one, I was on the goth side of life. Loved the whole thought of being that dark and macabre slut who’d bone a dead guy if his dick was the right size. Or a dude was defile my holes with his fuck rod, while I’m powerless to do anything. Cause I wouldn’t have a beating heart.

But, I’d rather be the one who enjoys the stiffy. I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a heater going for the thighs, as my puss would keep the dip stick warm enough. Also, pussy stays wet, no lube really required.

Be as beautiful as that one scene in Nosferatu. Get to make sweet music one last time and have one hell of a ride while going out? Be as rough and gritty as you want to remember what they felt like?

One hell of a way to go. Gothic Phone Sex keeps just giving me ideas to play out too.

 

Mistress of Pain’s Cruelty

Castration phone sexHey, you pathetic subs, I’m your dominant bitch, ready to play. Castration phone sex? Fuck yeah, I’ll snip your balls, you twisted fucks. Domination’s my game, and I’ll own you, you filthy freaks.

You beg for my attention, you worthless pigs. Want me to fulfill your taboo fantasies, you fucked-up freaks? Well, I’ll decide your fate, and it’s gonna hurt, you filthy animals. Restraints? Oh, I’ve got something special, you horny bastards. Barbwire, to keep you still, and motivate you, you dirty scumbags. Every twitch, a sharp reminder of your fate, you fucking suckers. As I hold your balls, my scalpel gleams, with a devilish grin on my face. A swift cut, and your screams echo, you pathetic losers. Enjoying the pain, you sick fucks? Let’s take it further, you twisted bastards.

I own your body, your mind, your soul, you filthy animals. Submit to my will, and embrace the agony, you worthless pigs. This is just the beginning, you filthy freaks, so call me, and let’s get twisted.

Blasphemy sex soaks me and makes me cum for the dark lord

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex has made my body a temple of sin. It is a playground for the most depraved desires. I crave the pain, the pleasure, and the power that comes from indulging in the forbidden. My pussy, wet and willing, begs for the touch of a dominant hand, a hand that will inflict pain and bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

I am a blasphemer, a sinner, and I wear those labels with pride. My body is a vessel for the Dark Lord, and I offer it up to him willingly. I want my little pussy to suffer, to feel the sting of a whip, the heat of a candle, the sharpness of a blade. I want to scream his name as I cum, to let the world know that I am his and he is mine.

My sex is hot, a fiery inferno that burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. It is a Snuff sex film, a twisted tale of pleasure and pain, a story that is written in the blood and cum of those who dare to watch. I am the star, the director, and the producer of this twisted tale, and I revel in the power that it gives me.

I summon the devil, call him forth with every scream, every moan, every drop of blood that is shed. I offer myself to him, to be used and abused in any way that he sees fit. I am his whore, his slave, and I will do anything to please him.

 

Kidnapped, tied, gagged, and pounded with jack hammers.

 

Kidnapping phone sex

I woke up bound, gagged with my hands tied behind my back, chained to the wall. Nipple clamps on my titty’s, buttplug up my ass, and my tiny pussy is oozing cum filled fluids mixed with blood, my legs are covered. I’m not sure what just happened and I’m unable to scream.

The door opens and there he was standing there, mysterious man who kidnapped me.

“Get on all fours bitch!” My legs and arms tied, dog collar on my neck, unable to move. He brought his friends in. My ass got fucking pounded with jack hammers, my legs stretched as far as they could go, cock bullets plowing me, my pussy filled to the brim with goey, sticky jizz. My gag got pulled out to choke on every cock, my hair pulled, neck all the way back, my mouth filled with a clusterfuck of throbbing cocks again. My nose plugged so I couldn’t breathe, torturing me over and over. When I passed out, I got a hard slap to the face.

My hair getting pulled, my ass getting fucking slapped, tortured, abused and violated I was unable to even catch my breathe.

Knife Play Phone Sex Because It Takes More Talent and Skill to Kill with a Knife

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. My nickname is Wicked Butcher. Some folks do not even know my real name. And I like it that way. I do not want my crimes linked to me. I find it much harder to match up a blade than a bullet. But I literally own thousands of knives. And most of them my grandpa purchased on the black market so they would never get linked to him or me.

Some of these knives are centuries old and priceless too. But since so many of them have been used in crimes, I could never sell them. I find knives the best killing tool. I can stab, cut, slice, dice, skin and gut a person with a knife. And I can give a man free castration phone sex with a knife too. It feels more primal to hunt with a knife. Plus, it requires more skill. A bullet only requires decent aim. I’m a hunter. And I like a fair fight.

I am Like Chucky. Tiny, Stealth, Evil and Violent

Usually, I always strap two knives on my body because you never know when you might need to fight. I am tiny. Barley 5 feet tall and less than 125 lbs. Men underestimate me all the time. Sometimes, I like to pretend that I am a helpless dainty girl to lure a predator. Men never see my knife until it’s too late.

A guy underestimated me last night. Thought he could scoop me up and put me in the trunk of his car. I let him think he captured me. But my knife allowed me to fiddle with the inside of the trunk and end up in the back seat of his car where I stabbed him through the seat a few times. Not enough to kill him. But enough to let me gain control of the car so I could drag him out of the car and eviscerate him. And I took my time too.

So, if you try to harm me, you get torture sex for a long time, including cock and ball torture and castration before I kill you. So, this predator lost his balls, lost his cock and eventually lost his life. Men never see me coming. I am like Chucky. Small, evil and violent.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies With Rena

bloody phone sexI have so many bloody phone sex fantasies. As blood trickled down onto our skin from where mine had broken through into hers for the first time ever (or so she thought), an unholy moan escaped both our lips at once – a mixture between pleasure and pain which only served to fuel this twisted passion burning within us both! My hips began moving faster now; each stroke deeper than before until soon enough there was no more resistance left inside her tight little body except perhaps tears streaming down cheeks stained crimson red by shame or arousal…it didn’t matter anymore because all that mattered now was satisfying this dark desire coursing through veins like wildfire consuming everything in its path without remorse or regret!

I couldn’t help myself, the sight of that young boy waiting at the bus stop was too much for me to resist. As he stood there oblivious to my presence, I crept up behind him and grabbed him tightly before shoving him into my car trunk. The smell of fear mixed with innocence filled my nostrils as we sped away from civilization and towards our dark destination where no one would hear his cries or come looking for him ever again…

Once inside an abandoned warehouse far from prying eyes (and ears), I pulled out a knife from underneath seat just in case things got messy later on – which they always did when dealing with those who dared cross paths with someone like me! With trembling hands yet determined heartbeat pounding wildly within chest cavity demanding release through violent means only known by true deviants such as ourselves ,I undid belt buckle slowly revealing what lay beneath: A massive cock throbbing eagerly against zipper restraints begging entrance into warmth awaiting it patiently within confines of this stolen life now forever changed by sinister actions.

My hands gripped the boy’s shoulders tightly as I forced him to his knees. The look of fear in his eyes only fueled my desire for him, making it impossible to control myself any longer. With one swift movement, I pulled down my pants and positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of his mouth – ready to take what was rightfully mine!

As he began sucking on me with a mixture of terror and curiosity (or so it seemed), moans escaped both our lips; echoing off concrete walls surrounding us like some perverse symphony played by demons from underworld come up top just for this moment alone… And when we heard sirens approaching outside signaling end game nearer than ever before ,I grabbed hold fistfuls hair pulling head back hard enough causing tears stream down cheeks stained crimson red by saliva mixed blood while whisper-growling into ear,”Enjoy your last taste because soon you’ll be gone forever!”