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Surgeon Amputates My Limbs and Drills My Brain

Medical fetish phone sex

 

The surgeon has me strapped down to the hospital bed. I feel groggy after he had injected some kind of sedative. He says that I am prepped for surgery, but I didn’t ask for any surgeries. I see his tool station with all of the devices he will use to torture me. There lie surgical scissors, a bone cutter, sutures, retractors, a dilator, and a cranial drill. He had his sterile gloves on and was ready to tear into me. Even though he sedated me, I could feel everything that was happening to me. As he sliced into my leg, he noted all of the muscles, nerves and ligaments. Then, he took his surgical saw and sawed into my bones, completely detaching my lower leg from the rest of my body. I wanted to scream out in pain, but I was too drugged to make a sound. He continued with the rest of my body, cutting off my left hand and my right arm. Each procedure left me  in agony. Once I finally got up from my stupor, I screamed at the top of my lungs and begged for anyone to help me. The surgeon took his cranial drill and shoved it into my forehead so that he may continue his surgery in peace. 

Killer Phone Sex Christmas Makes Your Snuff Fantasies Cum True

killer phone sexDid you have a killer phone sex Christmas? I sure did. I spent the holiday with a partner in crime, Bret. I met him on the dark net last year, and we have been hunting together ever since. He loves young nubile girls. The kind with no tits or hair on their pussies yet. I help him hunt. He pays me handsomely and he tips me well for my efforts. He wanted one this time barely talking and walking. The one he wanted for Christmas I had to snatch from an open bedroom window. A girl that young, would never be out alone. I climbed into her bedroom window, used some chloroform to insure she would not wake up and start crying. I took her to my accomplice’s house. He has a dungeon in his basement so he can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for such young girls with no one hearing her scream. She was a screamer too. That is because she was not much bigger than his cock, LOL. I was filming him tearing her little cunnie apart. She was a bleeder too. Her tender age flesh was turning raw as he thrust his monster meat deep down inside her tiny cunt and ass. You could see his cock snaking its way through her insides. It looked like she had swallowed a snake. I could see the outline of his cock in her tiny belly. My accomplice was in a sadistic mood. He wanted me to jack off his cock while it was inside our tiny victim. I got a knife from his kitchen and made an incision in her belly. I cut a hole in her stomach, put my hand in her belly and jacked his cock while it was inside her. There was so much warm blood flowing through my fingers. It ended up as a snuff porn. A little holiday snuff flick between friends is a great Christmas gift.

Snuff Phone Sex is a Merry Christmas for This Sick Bitch

snuff phone sexMerry Christmas with snuff phone sex. Who is the annoying twat we are going to kill and fuck on Christmas day? I hate the holidays. They fill me with rage. It is not a jealous rage either. I have family and friends. I just do not get sappy or emotional ever, especially not on the holidays. As a little girl, I watched two grown women fist fight over a Furby Doll in a Walmart. I never believed in Santa. I was a logical thinker even as a little squirt. I grew up seeing commercialism dictate holidays, and that soured me on Christmas. Not to mention all the naughty boys and girls who think they deserve some expensive gift because you know them. I hate brats. To me, holidays are about taboo phone sex, specifically, killing one needy, entitled brat at a time. I have a holiday tradition. I break into a house on Christmas Eve and kill the little ones in the house. It is just a random act of violence that never gets solved. I traveled out of state this year to kill a little girl and her brother in the bed where they laid. No one will suspect me either. I come and go in the night and leave no trace. I butchered the babes as they slept. I put a pillow over their mouths as I stabbed them to death in their sleep as they dreamt of sugar plums and Santa’s sleigh bringing them gifts. It was not Santa’s reindeer, however, that they heard on the roof, but this sick bitch who came to ruin Christmas for their family. It is my holiday tradition. We all need holiday traditions, right? I just wish I had an accomplice phone sex partner to help me kill and fuck those young babes in bed. I do not need an accomplice, but I am feeling cheerful this holiday and think we could spread some cheer and mayhem together. What do you think?

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fantasies are Strongest Over the Holidays

cannibalism phone sexThe holidays bring out men’s cannibalism phone sex fantasies. There are many Hannibal Lectors out there. Does that surprise you? Thanksgiving begins the cannibalism season. Men start looking at women as pieces of meat they want to eat. Literally, want to eat! I have a close friend who has always wanted to eat a young girl as part of his festive meal. So, he paid me to be his accomplice and we went hunting for the perfect meal. I was just happy it was not me. I have meat on my bones, but I have fake tits. When it comes t o cannibalism, you want a natural woman. No silicone tits. No Botoxed lips. No tattoos. I fail all three tests. Although I may not be the ideal meal for a man, I know what is and I know where to hunt for the ideal meal too. There is a college bar not far from where I live. We sat outside and acted as Uber drivers for drunken coeds. We gave a few rides until the perfect meal stumbled into our car. Do you have snuff sex fantasies that involve cannibalism? You can admit it to me. It is the perfect way to dispose of a body too. Now, when prepping the meal, you need to scalp and debone your meat. That all comes after you cook the meat though. This little drunk whore had nice big bouncy tits. She was a brunette. No tats visible. Nothing fake on her. She was still young enough that gravity is her friend. The perfect meal requires hunting and patience. You need to prep your meal. We have our meal in the basement soaking in butter and water to soften the skin. I will season her next. She will cook over an open flame with veggies for almost 24 hours so she is thoroughly cooked. She will feed more than just me and my partner in crime. Want to join us for one hot fantasy phone sex meal?

Devil Face Suffocates and Chokes Me

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

I woke up dazed, drugged. My head was pounding, and I noticed  that I couldn’t rub my head because my arms and legs were tied to the bed I was laying on. What could have happened? Who could have drugged me and brought me here? I turn my head to see a figure, sitting in a chair, presumably waiting for me to awaken. He has an average build and clothing, but he is wearing a red devil mask. I scream when I see him and keep screaming for someone to let me out of this place. The devil face says nothing, slowly grabs a plastic bag and put the bag over my face. I try to move my face away, but my restraints keep me from escape. I try to conserve my energy and control my air flow, but I am quickly losing oxygen. That’s when I start freaking out, shaking my head back and forth, screaming my head off and begging for mercy. When I felt like I was going to die from lack of air, the devil face took off the  bag. I took a big, deep breath and coughed. I did not expect for the devil face to pull down my pants and panties, get on top of me and choke me. Then, he shoved his cock into my pussy. I tried to scream for help, but I couldn’t breathe. His cock was ripping my tight pussy apart with each stroke. The last thing I saw before I passed out was him cumming inside of my cunt. 

Kidnapping phone sex goes wrong so you punish me for it!

Kidnapping phone sex“I’m so sorry master! Please have mercy!” I knew this Kidnapping phone sex was going to turn into me being the victim the moment she pulled away and ran. She was so quick, and I slipped in the mud trying to wrangle this bucking bitch.  Before I could get up you have my feet dangling in the air as you hold me up by a handful of my hair.

“You can’t do anything right can you you worthless slut!?” You scream as you toss me in the back of the car in the place where she was supposed to be. The look in your eyes let me know I was in for the time of my life. I knew there was no point in fighting, but if we can be honest, I know that is your favorite part, so I kicked and screamed and begged you not to take out your frustrations on me. You back hand me hard and blood flies across the back window and then you grabbed my throat and chocked me hard. My vision was closing in when I felt you rip my clothes off with your other hand.

I awaken gaged with a ball gage in my whore mouth and strung by my wrists to the ceiling. You have a flogged and I feel the sting across my round plum ass.  “You had one fucking job!” You screamed as I felt the sting again. “Well, I guess I’ll have to use you as a replacement! Oh, and after this stunt you will be lucky if you make it out after alive! I may just end you the same way we talked about ending that slut. I may torture you with a red-hot knife so it cauterizes all your cuts! Keep you strung up there for days on end playing with you and mutilating you with all my friends! We will have to see where this ride takes us! but buckle up baby because this torture train is leaving the station. The smell of my burning flesh filled the room and my cunt started tingling at the thought of all the torture I was about to go through!

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI mean killer phone sex business. Sort of my motto. I do not mess around. I have an old electrocution chair that I inherited from my grandpa. He ran a prison for years, and when it was shut down, I got some souvenirs. I have decked the chair out. It has a creepy history, which I love. Many folks have died on the chair. Now, I cannot get enough juice to it to electrocute someone. But I have decked it out as a torture chair. I can give electric shocks and I can castrate easily with the cock and ball plank I made to separate the balls from the cock. This chair has a long history of torture sex going back to the 50s. Men have died, lost their balls and been tortured in this chair. It has blood stains too. Sometimes, I sit in the chair and masturbate because I can feel the pain and the fear of all the men who ever sat in that chair, and it arouses me. I thrive on your fear and your pain.

I am a sick bitch. I do not want flowers and candy. I want your fear and your pain. Bryce was the last one to sit in my chair. Honestly, I thought I was going to kill him. He was mouthy as fuck, especially for someone who claimed he wanted castrated. He paid me to take his balls because he is too weak to do it himself. I take a man’s balls often. You would be surprised how many losers understand their short comings and decide to try to fix themselves. Alex likes little girls. He is weak. I have no problem with men diddling little brats. But if you going to do it, be smart about it. Do not pull your tiny P pecker out at a public park. Alex just got of jail for indecent exposure. He is now on the bad boy list of predators. He got in trouble again not even 12 hours after he was released. He wanted castration phone sex. I took his balls, but he was so mouthy, calling me names. I have great impulse control, but I wanted to kill him. I thought about killing him; he deserved it. But I decided the boys in prison would have more fun torturing him every day of his life.

We make snuff movies

 

snuff moviesI left my boyfriend for this guy who is always such a domme. I got to know him through my friend Vivi. She was into the BDSM scene. Little did I know I would soon be trusted into it as well. After a girl’s night, she told me to meet up with Dominic. Dominic lived down the street from us, and I saw him as a ffull-onmacho man with hot tattoos and piercings. Dominic was a domme who would make underground snuff films and make girls like Vivi and me break up with their boyfriends and husbands to become snuff stars.

I knew little to nothing about snuff up until I met him. Now I am a pro! Together we all make snuff movies and play with our cunts and get our bodies used up for the right amount of money. I am addicted to pleasure and pain, which go together in my book.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Killer Good Time

bloody phone sexWant to have a bloody phone sex good time? I do mean bloody. I am not for the faint at heart. I have been called a gore whore for a reason. I love the site of blood. It is an aphrodisiac to me. I got a taste of blood as a schoolgirl. My first kill, I rarely talk about, but that is not because I am worried about getting caught or anything. I know there is no statute of limitations on murder, but I know no one will ever be able to find me and make anything stick. I rarely talk about it because it was messy and impulsive. I had not yet become the stone-cold killer I am now. I am a snuff porn queen now. Back then, however, I was still learning my way. My grandfather was the only person I ever trusted. He helped shape my sadistic mind. I told him that I had stabbed a bully to death, and I needed help covering up my crime. He was not mad at me. He disposed of her body for me and made it so she would never be found. To this day she is still listed as a missing person. She had lured me into the woods near where I lived and taunted me. I had a small knife on me, and I stabbed her in the juggler. Blood spurted everywhere and covered me. She took a long time to die, but I watched in awe of all the blood and her pain. The bitch had it coming, but I panicked afterwards. My grandpa cleaned up my mess. But that was the one and only time anyone had to clean up my mess because my grandpa helped me become a stone-cold killer phone sex bitch after that. He was a masterful killer himself. Very prolific and never caught. I am his progeny. The days of impulsive killing are long behind me. I got a taste for blood on that first kill, but now I know how to kill without ever being caught. And I can take the risk for you so neither of us get caught.

What A Wicked Game I Play…

Evil Phone Sex Evil thoughts fill my every waking moment as I wait for sweet release from this endless nightmare called life. It’s not all bad though, sometimes there is an occasional bright spot in my life when I find the perfect victim. My favorite way of satisfying my urge to kill is to go to a group home and mentor a little fuck doll into trusting me. She will look forward to our time together as I shine her on with gifts and promises of a better life. Gaining her trust will take work, the seduction must be long and sweet but the taste of her betrayal will be even sweeter. She will never know why I chose to give her safety and solace only to strip it away when I kidnap her and sell her sweet little body to perverts. Once she has been fucked stupid, I’ll begin the slow agonizing torture I have been planning since the moment I met her. She will be screaming for mercy as her body is broken to pieces just as her hopes were. At last, she will beg me to save her but all I will do is laugh and laugh as she takes her last breath….