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Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Bloody Phone Sex

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Fucking this pussy raw and with so much force, you make me bleed even more!

Crimson streaks already smearing my inner lips, my pussy swollen and glistening with period flow.

Luring you here, promising the dirtiest ride of your life.

“Fuck this messy cunt. Make it hurt so good.”

More blood seeps out around your shaft.

Your cock emerges slick and red, streaked with my cycle, hot as my pussy.

The assault makes gushes of blood come out in every thrust.

Sliding down my ass crack and making a naughty mess on the sheets.

My swollen tits bouncing, my nipples hardening from every pound into my cervix.

Fuck me harder and harder, Daddy.

Don’t stop until you fucked all the blood out!

 

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Evil phone sex whore Stephanie wants to play

evil phone sex

 

I’m tired of being teased with vanilla roleplay scenes that leave me wet and wanting more.

Tell me your most sick and evil phone sex fantasies so that my cunt can gush and squirt.

If you don’t already know, I’m one fucked up slut.

The most twisted and deranged fantasies can’t even come close to the thoughts that run through my evil mind.

I have constant thoughts of inflicting the most insane amounts of pain on my victims.

I’m not talking about whips, chains and force fucking.

My cunt gets wet to the scenes that have me slicing bitches up and feeding their organs to you.

Force fucking them is fun and all but only if I get to rip their cunt and ass into one giant, gaped hole.

Whores like me love extreme scenes like the ones that have me snapping bones, bashing teeth out and leaving my victims in a bloodbath.

I know you have a victim in mind or you wouldn’t be shopping for an accomplice slut to help you.

Tell me the details so that we can get our plan together.

Men hire me all the time to be their special, little helper.

My last victim screamed so much that I had to cut her tongue out to shut her up.

I threatened to slit her throat if she didn’t chew it up and swallow it.

After I cut all of her fingertips and toes off, I sliced off her eyelids and lips.

Each piece that I cut off of that bitch went into her mouth where I stuffed it down her throat.

Keeping her alive was never a concern of mine so I didn’t take it easy on her.

I mutilated her in every way that I was told to, plus more!

We left her ripped open, shredded apart and unrecognizable.

If details from stories like that make your dick hard, then give me a call.

I want to tell you the details that are too graphic to write about.

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Best Because My Pleasure is Your Pain

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex makes me wet. Now I don’t admit to many guys what turns me on sexually because I don’t want them thinking I want to fuck them. I’m too dominant to be somebody’s fuck doll. But torture arouses me. I just enjoy inflicting pain. But believe it or not this sadistic bitch does have a moral compass. I never torture animals and I don’t torture the innocent.

But I do possess a very lax interpretation of innocent. A man can look at me wrong, and I will take his junk. And on weekends, I like to hunt for worthy victims. The world does not seem short of douche bags or cunts. And sometimes when I’m not even looking for a victim, I find one.

Friday night appeared very rainy, and the roads became slick. I drove responsibly, but so many didn’t. One guy started weaving in and out of traffic, putting him in the wrong lane many times. And he caused an accident. I don’t understand why anybody seems to be in such a rush to wait at a stoplight or get to where they’re going, that they risk causing an accident.

My Moral Compass Might Be Skewed But I Have One

Of course, he sped off after he ran a car off the road. So, I followed this guy so that I could teach him a lesson. In the grand scheme of things being a reckless driver probably doesn’t deserve the death penalty. However, some cock and ball torture sex seems appropriate. This guy caused an accident just to get home in time to watch a college basketball game. I watched him go into his house and immediately turn on the TV and sit down and start cheering for his team.

His house looked like a bachelor pad. I saw no evidence of a woman’s touch. So, I broke in through the back door. I purposely broke something in the kitchen so he would come see what happened. And then I put my knife to his throat and tied him into a chair. I went into the living room and closed his blinds.

Nobody needed to see what I planned on doing to this man. So, once I secured the house and closed the blinds, I dragged that chair into the living room. Then I pulled his worthless dick out of his pants and slipped on a castration band. He drove with some big dick energy. But I do believe the Ken doll I played with as a little girl sported more between his legs. Pathetic.

This Sadistic Bitch will Mutilate Your Junk for the Littlest Offenses

I put a ball gag in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. His whimpering and crying proved distracting. I read him his offenses, and then I carved my name into his cock with a sharp blade. I laughed at him and I told him that I would take from him, not only his balls, but his big dick energy.

The tears in his eyes just made me want to mutilate his junk further. My knives worked overtime carving him up like butcher’s meat. He started to go into shock from the pain, so I smacked him awake. I don’t want anybody to miss the fun.

Well, my fun. Castration phone sex rarely feels like fun to men who cannot accept the fact that they sport tiny, worthless dicks. But eventually, after many cuts to his body and complete mutilation of his dick, I took his balls too. Took the wind out of his sails. I doubt he will drive with big dick energy ever again. Because I neutered him. Brought his balls home as a souvenir. And as a reminder of the good, I have done this world.

Bloody Phone Sex is Messy But Very Enjoyable

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex makes my pussy wet. I love the smell, the feel and the taste of blood. Although I don’t consider myself a vampire, I’m not squeamish about blood either. In fact, the bloodier the better for me.

Last night, I turned my dungeon into a horror movie scene. Although I usually kill men, I’m not opposed to murdering cunts. I will never kill a fellow Goth girl, but if any other woman crosses me, she may lose her life. And this little coed cheerleader seemed like nothing more than a mean girl to me. She caught my eye at the mall because she walked around like her shit didn’t stink. Rude to salespeople and other women in the mall. I went into stealth mode and stalked her. And she appeared so self-absorbed that she didn’t even notice me.

When she noticed me, she got incredibly rude and snippy with me for no reason. So, I stalked her after she left the mall and kidnapped her. I planned on making a snuff sex movie with her. She fought the entire time. And she hurled one insult after another. The self-absorbed mean girl would wreak havoc no more. I told her I planned to slaughter her. And I promised her I would make it bloody and painful.

Some Girls Deserve to Die

Bloody and painful I specialize in. No fun to kill your prey quickly and painlessly. First order of business with this cunt, sexual mutilation. I sliced off her clit and her nipples and forced her to swallow them. I cut each breast off and wore them like a party hat. And I stabbed her cunt giving her an abortion without being pregnant. Shredded the inside of her womb. She kept passing out from the pain and I would use smelling salts to bring her back among the living. She needed to feel this pain, not sleep through it.

After hours of torture, her pulse became weak. I knew she did not have much left in her. She could no longer fight nor talk. So, I decided to bring out my chainsaw. I rarely use it. But I find that a chainsaw makes a good companion. I severed all her limbs and eventually split her body in two. But I wanted the blood splatter. I wanted to feel her hot blood coating my body. And I wanted her blood splattered on my floor floors and walls of my dungeon.

Once I accumulated a pile of her mutilated body, I tossed it out to the wildlife like a butcher, giving stray dogs scraps of beef. The coyotes and the wolves came out and started feasting on her remains. And they saw me covered in her blood. She deserved a violent phone sex death. And she got it. I doubt anybody will miss this bitch. Mean girls just get meaner with time. So, somebody needs to put them out of our misery sooner rather than later. And why can’t that be me?

Cannibalism Phone Sex Layla Scared When Intruder Invades Her

Cannibalism Phone Sex

My heart is literally thumping so hard against my ribs I’m scared it’s gonna pop my favorite red lace bra. I was just sitting here on my fluffy rug, playing with my hair and getting ready for a long night of Cannibalism Phone Sex with my favorite callers. 

The house was so quiet, just the hum of the AC and the sound of me giggling into the receiver, until I heard it… a massive crash coming from the kitchen that made me drop my phone and let out a tiny, pathetic squeak. I froze, my big brown eyes wide as saucers, listening to the heavy thud of boots on my hardwood floors.

I’m such a total airhead, I probably forgot to lock the back door again, and now there’s a total stranger in my house! I crept toward the kitchen, my knees shaking, and peeked around the corner only to see this huge, shadowed man standing in front of my open refrigerator. He looked so hungry and mean, tearing through my leftovers like he hadn’t eaten in a week, and I was so terrified I couldn’t even scream.

“U-um, excuse me?” I whimpered, my voice all shaky and high-pitched. He spun around, and my heart skipped a beat because he didn’t look like he wanted my leftovers anymore… he was looking at me like I was the main course. Before I could run, his big hands were on my waist, lifting my tiny frame up and tossing me right onto the cold marble kitchen island. 

I let out a gasp, my legs splaying open instinctively, and for a second, I thought he was gonna hurt me, but then he hovered right between my thighs. He didn’t want the cake or the cold pizza; he wanted something way sweeter. He buried his face right into the heat of my lap, his tongue moving with a hunger that made my brain go completely fuzzy. 

I was so scared just a second ago, but now I’m just arching my back and grabbing his hair, my breath hitching as he devours me. It’s so wrong and so scary that a total stranger is breaking into my house just to treat me like a snack, but I can’t stop the little moans from escaping my lips.

By the time he’s done with me, I’m a shivering, messy heap on the counter, my mind totally blank. He didn’t steal my jewelry or my TV; he just took exactly what he wanted from between my legs and disappeared back into the night. I’m still shaking, clutching my silk robe shut, but I kind of can’t wait to get back on the line and tell everyone exactly what happens when an intruder decides I’m the only thing on the menu.

Snuff Phone Sex in the Snow is Entertainment for Me in a Blizzard

snuff phone sexThis snuff phone sex bitch found herself snowed in at her kill shack over the weekend. I went up to kill a sexual predator that I kidnapped. So at least I did not get snowed in alone. I brought somebody to play with me. And this man deserved to die. He prayed on my fellow Goth girls. Not all Goth girls seem as dominant and evil as me. But am I as evil as people think? I mean, I do take out the trash on a regular basis.

So incel type men likely view me as the devil incarnate. But many women view me as a hero. I drugged this guy Saturday night and brought him to my kill shack. It started snowing on the drive, but I didn’t want to take him home. I wanted to feed the coyotes and the bears. In this brutal winter I’m sure they struggle to find food. People think bears hibernate all winter and although they do find a place to hide, they still go out looking for food. And nature wins as the best accomplice for me.

Since I got snowed in, I found time for cock and ball torture sex. I mutilated this man’s junk. Originally, I planned on letting him live without his balls. At least that way he would never pray on another woman again. However, I wanted to feed the wilderness too. With enough blood loss in this extreme cold, he didn’t need to be completely dead when I tossed him out in my yard. He would lack the strength to get far in the middle of nowhere. The bears would smell his blood and attack.

If I Get Snowed In, I Want a Companion to Torture for Entertainment

So, I carved him up. Mutilated his cock by putting my knife in his pee hole and sliding it all the way down. I turned his dick into potato skins essentially. He cried like a bitch too. I gave him deep enough cuts, avoiding the arteries, so he would slowly bleed out. And by Monday, I hauled his ass out back and left him in the snow. And then I watched and waited with binoculars. Sort of like a macabre game. Would he survive? Doubtful. But at least I gave him a chance.

I watched him try to crawl in the snow. He left a blood trail. But he didn’t get far before I watched wolves tear him apart. Four hungry wolves, each grabbed a limb and pulled until just a torso laid dead in the snow. Each wolf got a limb. However, they left the rest of him. And about an hour or so later, I watched a bear finish him off. I assume he died from the blood loss after the wolves severed his limbs. But I like to think perhaps he still had a heartbeat as the bear devoured every ounce of him.

The sadistic phone sex bitch knows how to have fun in a blizzard. At least while snowbound, I entertained myself and fed the wildlife. All the while saving future women. Not all heroes wear capes.

Rena Takes On Strangulation Phone Sex With New Man

Strangulation Phone Sex Can Turn Anyone on and the new guy in my life loves it. strangulation phone sexMy new man  and I had been flirting all night at the party. He was always so rough and dominant, which turned me on immensely. As we found ourselves alone in a dark corner of the room, he pinned me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips tightly. His breathing was heavy as he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Do you like it when I’m rough?”

I couldn’t help but moan softly in response. “Yes… please.”

He smirked before slamming his lips down onto mine roughly, taking control of the kiss. One of his hands slipped up under my shirt, tracing circles around my bare stomach while the other hand snaked its way up to my neck. He started lightly squeezing just below my jawline as we continued making out passionately. It sent shivers down my spine but also made me even more aroused by how dominating he was being with me.

As our tongues danced together inside each other’s mouths, Jim slowly increased pressure on both sides of my throat – almost like he was strangling me slightly but not quite enough for it to be dangerous or scary… yet still incredibly erotic at this point because let’s face it: there is something about having someone’s hands around your neck that gets some people going (like myself)… especially when mixed with pleasure such as kissing someone passionately!

Snuff Porn Desires with Hot Layla Fulfilling Your Every Need

Snuff PornThe camera is always on, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way because being a total bimbo means I live for the attention. My life is basically a nonstop loop of snuff porn fantasies come to life, and I spend most of my time making sure my makeup is perfect and my lip gloss is extra sticky for the lens. But today, things took a turn that made my little nigger brain short circuit in the best way possible. 

I was just lounging in my silk robes, admiring my latest filler and pouting at my reflection, when I realized someone was watching me… and not just through the official pay per view stream. I heard a faint click from the hallway, and then a shadow slipped past my bedroom door, making my heart race under my lacy bra. 

Most girls would scream, but I just blinked my long lashes and felt a rush of heat between my thighs. This unknown stranger didn’t want my jewelry or my designer bags; he wanted the version of me that lives for the most vulgar, weird, and over the top demands. He stepped into the light, masked and silent, holding a folder full of photos he’d taken of me when I thought I was alone. 

It was a total invasion of privacy, but seeing how obsessed he was with my “cum facials” and my ditzy personality made me melt. “Are you lost, or are you just here to worship me?” I asked, my voice breathy and high pitched, the perfect bimbo invitation. He didn’t answer with words; instead, he pulled out a list of the filthiest things he wanted me to do, things that even the wildest directors wouldn’t dare to script. 

He was into the strange stuff… the kind of unknown taboo scenarios that require a girl with zero inhibitions and a huge appetite for being used. I watched him watch me, and I realized that having a stalker who knows every one of my dirty secrets is actually the ultimate power trip.

He moved closer, his presence heavy and intimidating, and I just tilted my head back, offering him the view he’d clearly been dreaming about. I’ve spent my whole career being a fantasy for thousands, but being the specific, private target for a stranger’s darkest impulses?

That’s a different kind of high. I’m his favorite toy now, a living doll designed for his pleasure, and as he started to guide me through his list of vulgar demands, I knew I was never going to want my privacy back. I was born to be watched, used, and absolutely ruined by someone who knows exactly how to break a girl like me.

Mutilation Phone Sex Left Me Carved Up Like a Holiday Ham

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex left me butchered. I don’t tend to think things through completely. I see ads on the dark net all the time looking for models for various snuff type photo shoots or films. But I only focus on the amount of money they plan to pay me. I never read the fine print about the possibility of bodily harm or even death.

So, when I saw the pay for a day’s work, I skipped reading the rest. I wrongly assumed I signed up for another snuff movie of some sort. But what I honestly signed up for turned out to be more of a butchering photo shoot. They wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving ham. However, they assumed I understood the risks. But I did not truly understand until a man came out of another room with a bunch of knives and an executioner’s mask on. I almost pissed myself.

What did I get myself into once again, ran through my head. He held a variety of knives, and they all looked very sharp. Oh boy, here we go again, I thought to myself. I might not survive this one or I might be permanently scarred from knife play phone sex. Luckily, I can photoshop a lot of my scars away. The executioner guy kept telling me not to tremble because he could slice an artery. But that did not do anything to relax my mind. It just sent me into a spiral of fear.

I Consider Myself More of a Druggy Whore Than a Pain Slut

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate extremely hard on anything, but what he would do to me. So, I could feel the knives slicing my flesh. And I just tried to stay focused on my happy place. Luckily, I did my last bit of blow before he strapped me to this cold slab. Minutes felt like hours. I could feel my crimson blood flowing down my mutilated flesh. But I stayed focused in my mind. Telling myself I can get through anything.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. Perhaps most people look at me as a pain slut. I see it a bit differently. I’m a drug addicted whore, who puts herself in dangerous situations for a fix. I don’t sign up for this shit because I like pain. Pain just helps me earn money to buy cocaine. So, I view myself more as a druggie whore than a pain slut. However, my threshold for pain gets better every time.

This felt like pure torture sex. And I suppose the director aimed for that. No doubt the world contains plenty of men who love to see a mother butchered like that. By the time the session concluded, I looked like I walked off a horror movie set. But the blood on my body was not make up. Tiny cuts covered my flesh. Luckily, they never touched my face. And with winter, I can get away with long sleeves and pants until my wounds heal. When will I ever learn?