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Normal sex doesnt do it for me I need torture sex

I went on a date with a cocky dude but very normal thinking i could have something besides torture sex to get me off. It was fine at first he licked my cunt and asshole right but when he was on top of me fucking my pussy hole and doing nothing else, it was too boring. I flipped him on his back and started riding his cock hard. I wrapped my hands around his neck and rode his cock hard. The harder I squeezed the harder I rode his hard dick. He started bucking back trying to get me off of him but that only pushed his dick deeper inside me. I could see his eyes starting to roll to the back of his head and it made your body shake. As i was cumming all over your dick your body stopped moving. The look you had in your eyes is what you want to see when you have Sex with dead bodies. You want to see the very moment your life leaves your body. I learned that from my sadistic uncle. I also learned the best way to get rid of a body is to make a bonfire.

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Castration Phone Sex is What I Love Because I am a Sadist Not Your GFE

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I am clear about being sadistic. I am not your typical phone sex operator. I am not here to blow your cock or let you fuck me in the ass. I am not here to be your therapist or GFE either. You are my victim or my accomplice. There is no gray area in between. I find men mostly useless to me. Yet every day, I have to whack some guy’s junk off because he cannot read or he cannot listen. You try to fuck me, or you try to spoon me or show me typical affection, I go crazy and not in a good way. Just ask Josh. He thought I would satisfy his Goth girl fetish. Not my job. I am here for dark fantasies not romance. I am a sadist. That is just fact. A sociopath too. I do not care if you good looking and rich. Nor do I care that you paid $2 bucks a minute to get off. There are plenty of women here that do BJ calls or typical fuck calls. This is a snuff phone sex site. If you are looking for love, well you are looking for love in all the wrong places. Josh got castrated with a rusty blade for trying to fuck me. He kept calling me honey and baby, and that kind of puerile talk just pisses me off. I made Josh think I would suck his worthless pecker, and I cut it off instead. The balls too. I had to make a point. I had to emasculate him permanently. I do not care if you pay $1,000 a minute, you are not treating me like your paid whore. I carved Josh up like a side of beef, making sure to inflict the most painful torture sex I could. Josh had to pay for his stupidity. Don’t be like Josh.

Torture Sex Facilitator

Torture sex

You don’t have to come to me for all of your salacious torture sex desires.  You can go through the whole rigamarole of finding your own fuck pigs, trapping them, imprisoning them and keeping them hidden from the rest of the world so you can do whatever you want to them all on your own.  Why would you need an accomplice like me to help you?  Well, let’s think about that.

First off, how much free time do you have?  If you work a job forty hours a week and then have to go home to feed and entertain a boring family, how much time are you going to have for the hunt?  A proper abduction takes planning and a good amount of prep time.  Do you have the energy to do your due diligence before you capture some dumb cunt to keep in your basement?

That’s the other thing; are you going to be able to hide a whore from everyone?  Do you have any little crotch goblins running around that might find her hidden away in that secret room you keep downstairs?  If she screams loud enough, will they hear her?  If you have a family, you’re better off going with some sort of shed or outbuilding for storing your cream taking catch.  Storage containers are cheap, just put it far enough away from your house so none of your brood can hear her scream and cry out as you do your worst to her.  

I’m not here to give you free advice.  My point is that you don’t need to do all of that.  I keep a constantly rotating lineup of greasy fuck pigs in my basement for you to use and abuse.  I already did all of the legwork for you, all you need to do is pick your favorite piggy.  After that, you can do whatever you want to her as long as you pay me for the pleasure.  It doesn’t even matter if you go too far and turn your abusive round of raunchy reaming into bloody, rage fueled snuff sex.  It’ll just cost you a little more, no biggie.  Then you can clean yourself off and head home to your regular house and normie family without any worry about the cum filled bitch that you don’t have captive in your home.  That’s why you need an accomplice like me.  Figure it out. 

 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Fulfilled

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies? Anyone? I know there is some one you want to kill. Maybe you cannot kill your wife or your boss because suspicion immediately falls on you, but we can find a surrogate for you to kill and that is almost as rewarding. I had this guy over the weekend who wanted to murder his girlfriend. She cheated on him. Personally, I thought he was a whiny loser. Your girlfriend cheats on you? Maybe you are the problem. Ditch her and date someone new. He could not kill her because he would be the scorned boyfriend. But we could find a girl in a different county who looked like her. We could make some killer phone sex memories with a girl who looked just like her. Since he was paying me, I took all the risk so he could have all the fun. I drugged her drink, and walked out of the bar with her. Led her straight to her death. I had nothing against her personally. This was simply business. I mean a girl must eat, right?

We drove to my kill shack in the middle of nowhere to off the bitch. My client could not believe how closely she resembled his cheating girlfriend. He wanted to force fuck her before we killed her. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I knew exactly why his woman cheated on him. Men with small dicks should be used to cheating girlfriends. I mean this loser had maybe 3 inches hard. No way this surrogate girlfriend would even realize she was the victim of his rape phone sex fantasies. He fucked the girl. He killed her too. Then I gave him a hard dose of reality. Women are going to cheat on you dude. I mean you have a small dick. I told it too him straight, but he did not take it well. He thought he could fuck me, so he got a free castration. Now, he will not have to worry about cheating girlfriends because he will not have any more girls in his life, LOL.

Killer Phone Sex Queen Aria Kills This Fetish!

Killer phone sex

I have this fantasy where I have some killer phone sex. It starts our soft and sweet then works into being something more murderous. With me, everything is to the extreme. So, don’t call me expecting something simple and pathetic because I wont do it. I expect hardcore and rough, not some soft mushy gooey lovey dovey stuff.

I expect murder and forced sex and extreme age play. Everything has to be so hot and extreme that it makes me melt. I expect only the best, because I give nothing but the best. I want hot murderous sex. The kind that you have to beg and plead and ask permission to proceed.

I am the ruler and mistress of this fantastical fantasy play, and you are simply my follower who will do as I ask and play my knife games with me. Will you drown in your own blood? Or will you drown in someone else’s, your pets? The one you played with so hardcore that they are left numb and go limp and pale.

All of that glorious blood, sticky warm gooey blood is so delicious I cant get enough of my murderous play. Can you? Of course not, these knives are shar enough for both of us to have a little chase and some fun.

So, come and play my little knife game and join in on my fantastical murderous game of love and lust. Sex is always open for those who are dominant and know what they want.

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are What a Goth Chick Does Best

Gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are common. Many men think of medieval torture for themselves or others. Or they have vampire fantasies. Or just any dark and foreboding fantasy. I am the Goth chick who can make them seem real. That is because this Goth chick is a sick bitch. I inherited my grandfather’s torture collection. He spent 100s of thousands of dollars over the years buying antiquated torture devices. He knew his sadistic granddaughter was his mini me and could put that all to good use. I did and I still do. I have a torture chamber in my basement. The centerpiece is an old execution chair that I modified for castration. Around it, on the walls, are all sorts of medieval torture sex devices that I can use on you or anyone. There is a rack and a breaking wheel too. I used the breaking wheel last night for this loser who thought he could fuck me even after I said no a dozen times. He broke my tolerance threshold quickly and paid with his life. The wheel is embedded with little needles and cogs to rest some limbs on. His limbs did not rest, however, because I used an ancient mallet to crush his limbs while he laid on a bed of tiny nails. I spun the wheel around many times, prolonging his agony. Medieval torture was designed to achieve the highest level of pain for the longest amount of time. Torture is only torture if it goes on for hours. Otherwise, it is mercy. Do I look merciful? Hell, no. I wanted that perverted bastard to feel my wrath. No one does torture phone sex like a sadistic woman with a Medieval torture chamber in her basement either. That little loser is fertilizer now. No one will miss him, I am sure.

I Snuffed Your Wife On Valentine’s Day!

Sadistic Phone SexIt didn’t take very long for me to think of the perfect gift for you, I knew just the thing you’d want me to do! After you left for work yesterday afternoon, I knew she’d be all alone, I let myself into the house and waited for my moment. She was coming out of the shower when I grabbed her by the hair, I threw her down and kicked her right in the stomach. I was already wearing my special dildo, the one you like the most, the one with the knife just beneath the head of the cock. I held her down and spread those legs laughing at her screams, I forced my strap-on in that worthless gash. She tried hard to get away but I was just too excited to snuff the cunt, I had my dildo deep in her guts before she could even turn over. What a bloody mess she made as I fucked her, the screams were delicious…. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you walked in on us. You were so happy to see your gift and the look of shock and betrayal on her face was worth more than anything you could have given me.

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife play phone sex

I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Violent Phone Sex is the Only Kind I Want

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is the only kind of I have with callers. I am not a GFE girl. No romance in me at all. In fact, I dismember men who try to get romantic with me and eat them for breakfast. I am very clear that I am not looking for a boyfriend. The only use men serve me is as an accomplice or a victim. There is no middle road with me because I do not think like a woman. I think like a stone-cold killer. I killed a boy in high school. He was my first male kill. I had slaughtered some mean girls, but no guys yet. This tool had it coming. He was a popular jock. He thought he could target me. He thought I was easy prey as a loner Goth girl. Ture, I ran with the Dungeons and Dragon crowd. I was not popular. I was different. But I was not some dumb girl who believed the school jock really wanted to date me. I was prepared for him. Men have never been able to get the upper hand with me because I see right though them. He showed up at my place claiming he wanted to date me. I knew what the jocks did. They made gangbang rape porn movies with nerdy, unpopular high school girls and blasted the videos all over school to slut shame them. Before he had a chance to fuck me, I stabbed him in the balls. I did not castrate him, but I deflated each ball with a sharp pencil through each testicle. I told him that was for all the other women who were not as smart as me. My grandpa heard the screams, came to my rescue and realized I was not the one screaming. He was proud of me. He encouraged me to kill the boy and put him out of every woman’s misery. With my grandpa cheering me on, I slit his throat with a paring knife and watched him bleed out on the grass. My grandpa fed his corpse to the wood chipper and we used his remains as fertilizer. Got my first taste of snuff porn that day. Been a killing machine ever since.

I’ll Teach Your Teen To Love It!

Teen Rape PornI know what your teen daughter keeps under her bed, where she thinks no one will look… One day while you were sleeping, I went snooping all over your place. Your bratty teen daughter’s room called out to me, I read her diary and guess what I found under her bed? A treasure trove of porn and fuck toys just waiting to be played with! I masturbated in her bed until the little bitch came home, just when I though it couldn’t get any better, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off to your bed. I woke you up by sitting your wet teen daughter’s cunt right on your face! She screamed but I tied her up and started sucking your cock until you were nice and hard for me. I picked the slut up and slammed her down on your shaft, making you force fuck your own daughter’s cunt. I whispered in her ear, “You’ll learn to love daddy’s cock in you someday…” I watched as she started enjoying you and then I pushed her away. I rode your cock hard teaching that slut that your cock is mine as I squirted hard all over her little face!