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Torture sex gets me off now

There is only a few things that get me over the the top and one of them is Torture sex.  I used to watch my uncle take a young slut and tie her up after drugging her and undressing her. His cock got hard from watching a young bald pussy bitch go limp. As her body hung from the ropes he took a knife and scraped it against her skin. If he drew blood he would use it to lube his cock up so he could jack it off. My uncle is a sadistic fuck. So that is only the beginning of her torture. He will choke her with his cock over and over as she passes out. Waking her up just to fuck her throat hard again while choking her little neck. When my uncle’s cock is throbbing and leaking he will use them for his Rape phone sex fantasies. Watching my uncle’s cock disappear in their tiny holes made my cunt hot and excited. After watching him so many times I started playing with cunt and as I watched him rip their holes and fill their limp dead bodies up, I would cum all over my fingers.

Torture sex

Sometimes I Need Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sex

When you live a life like mine, you need to get out of your head every now and then or else the torment will eat you alive, so a little fantasy phone sex is just the escape I need for some slight refuge from my own rotten little world.  I need a bit of whimsy in my life so I let men take on delightful trips from time to time just to try to wipe my mind of some of my most dastardly deeds.

The other day, I went on a lovely winter walk in the woods with a handsome hiker.  He might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, no one has ever treated me with the kindness and compassion that he does.  I usually don’t get mixed up with regular relationshipy date bullshit, love isn’t a luxury people like me get to have.  The way he spoke to me with genuine regard and looked at me with the kindest eyes, I just couldn’t resist him.  Against my better judgment, I let him take me out on a day date.  

I needed it, I’ve been going a little crazy with the fuckpig kidnapping and killing lately.  A calm and relaxing walk in the woods with a truly delightful man is just what the doctor ordered.  We strolled along aimlessly and chatted about whatever came to mind.  He really likes movies, just like me, so the majority of our small talk was cinema based, which was fine.  Just fine.  It worked to keep my mind off of all the blood I’ve spilled and lives I’ve utterly destroyed over the years… for a little while.

After a couple of hours, my mind got the better of me.  Eventually, he would find out.  This amazing man who wants nothing more than my attention and company would run as fast and far away from me as he could if he found out who I really am.  I tried to keep my mind on our conversations, but I couldn’t help myself.  Instead of kind eyes, I started seeing his face covered in blood and muck and in lieu of the soft heavenly sounds of an earthbound angel, his voice transformed into the gags and gurgles of a whorehog bleeding out from a slit throat.  So I did the only thing I could in the moment and started making out with him.

He was a great kisser but I couldn’t help but to picture myself biting off his tongue, so I got down on my knees and started blowing him.  That was fine, I love having cock in my mouth.  It’s very relaxing and puts me in sort of a trancelike state.  After a few minutes, he popped his prick out of my mouth and went down on me right there on the forest floor.  It felt so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop him but I did because all I Imagined was a decapitated head in my hands, swollen tongue protruding out of its smelly mouth lapping away at my labia.  When he quickly got on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt, I realized I had enough.

He wouldn’t stop, though.  As nice of a man as he was, he wouldn’t listen to me when I asked him to quit.  I gave him more chances than I have ever given anyone to control himself and cool off a little, but he couldn’t.  So I did it for him.  A stiletto switchblade stuck right in the ribs finished with a hard twist will stop anyone, I don’t care what the movies tell us.  He rolled off of me right away and balled up in the fetal position on the ground, screaming like the fuck pig he was.  I didn’t let him suffer, I got right on him and slit his throat wide open, an even cleaner cut than I saw in my vision.

I didn’t wait for him to die, I left him there all by himself to bleed out in the bushes.  I stood up and simply continued my walk in the woods, sans accompaniment.  That’s what I really needed anyway, I should’ve known better.  I’m not meant to have a love like that in my life, my violent phone sex world just won’t allow it.  The trees helped me clear my head, I really enjoyed my day.  I’m not really sorry for how I handled things but I’ll be keeping the nice man in mind next time I feel a little weak willed.  Lesson learned.  I wear a crown of filth, not a crown of light.  I’ll never forget that again.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex for Castration Play

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is more popular than you think. I am a sick bitch. Knifes are my best friends. Men love knifes too and for a variety of reasons. But here is a key difference between men and me when it comes to using knives. Some men like the idea of being able to cut off their own balls, but they cannot use a knife on themselves. They try, but fail. Me, however, I have no problem taking your junk. I am a castration junkie. If you are too much of wimp to cut off your own balls, I will do it for you. They are just useless anyway, right? I met Tim on the Dark Net. He wanted to be castrated. He thought he could do it himself, but he wanted me to watch. I have a fee even for just watching and encouraging men to remove their own junk. He agreed to my fee and terms. He bought an elastrator which is a castration device that is used on sheep and cattle. It can be used to snip tails too. They are not meant to be used on humans, so I knew this would not work. I brought my sharp knives. I knew this guy was too much of a loser for his own torture sex. Most men are. They become big babies at the sight of their own blood or when their balls start to turn blue. He put the band on his balls, then wussed out. He was screaming in pain wanting me to use the device he got on Ebay. I could not hold back the laughter. That band was not coming off because it is not meant to come off. His balls were turning blue quickly. I told him I could put him out of his misery for another $5,000. He did not want to pay me. I am not taking your junk for free. I told him I was happy to watch his ball sack shrivel up and die. I assured him it would be excruciating pain that way. Or, he could pay me for castration phone sex and I would slice his decaying balls off swiftly, ending that unbearable pain. He had to think about it, but the pressure got to be to much and he caved and paid me. One slice and those black balls were removed. Yeah, do not try to castrate yourself, loser. Hire a professional like me to help.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Torture and Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite because my weapon of choice will always be a sharp blade. I love to sink a knife into a tender belly or use it cut off testicles. I think a knife requires more skill and has more uses than a gun. My grandfather used knifes. He was a hunter and not just of animals. I have shared some things about my late grandfather with my callers and readers of my blogs. But this is a story I never shared. Once, when I was a little girl, a friend of my father’s tried to touch me. I kicked him in the balls and made sure he knew I would stab him in the heart if he tried to touch me again. Even at that young of an age, I was a little ball buster. I told my dad and my grandfather. My dad was useless to me in that moment, but my grandfather had my back. My grandpa gave me my first taste for castration phone sex. That day I learned about revenge as the best justice. My grandfather invited this guy to go hunting with him but did not tell him he was the one being hunted. I was with my grandpa when Tim showed up. My grandpa played dumb and so did I. We went to the middle of the woods and that is when my grandpa showed his true colors. He pinned Tim to the ground and took his pants off. I was standing next to them holding a big knife. I was not scared or nervous either. My grandpa always had my back. Tim was fighting and screaming, but no one to hear him but the wild animals. My grandpa was a strong man. He held Tim down and instructed me what to do. I took a man’s balls for the first time as a schoolgirl. There was a lot of blood and screaming, but the torture sex made me want to do it again. We left him in the woods. He would either crawl back to civilization or be bear food. Never saw Tim again. He became a missing person that day, so I assume he became bear food. Or my grandpa went back and buried him in the woods. Either way, Tim the predator would never prey on a young girl again.

Knife Play Phone Sex to Ring in the New Year

knife play phone sexOn the last day of the year, knife play phone sex is how I will celebrate. I am a sadistic bitch. I love to kill drunks on New Years Eve. Last year, I killed about 30 folks. Random acts of violence that went unsolved. Most of my murders were never even linked together. That is because I do not have a type. I hate most people. I will kill a man or a woman, a boy or a girl. Black or white, I do not care. I use knives mostly, but I have so many knives in my collection that I can kill 30 people in a night with a different knife. That always throws the cops off. New Year’s Eve is my favorite night to kill. That is because there are so many folks out who are drunk and stupid. Easy prey. Drunk and stupid are not enough for me to waste my energy on you, however. There are tons of drunk and stupid people in the world. I would not have the time to make snuff porn for all the drunk and stupid people in the world. I look for the ones who have a long history of being drunk and or stupid, or people who do something I find egregious. It is not hard to piss me off though. I kill for many reasons. You try to force yourself on me, you will die and or get castrated. I will kill you for attempting to shame or humiliate me. I cannot let men think they can talk down to me. And I cannot let women think they are better than me. I kill little ones because they are germy, needy and annoying. I am just a sick bitch. I promised myself that tonight, I would kill even more than last year. Either you can be my victim on a killer phone sex call, or you can be my accomplice. Which do you prefer?

Medical Fetish Phone Sex: Biggest Fear Turned Reality

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

One of my biggest fears has always been that someone would want to do super fucked up things to me at the doctor’s, that’s why I’ve always had a thing for medical fetish phone sex. When I was younger I had this wild dream that I was laying on the operating table, it was literally right after I had my appendix removed. I dreamed that the doctor actually crawled up and began fucking me while I was under sedation. His cock slipped in with each cut of the scalpel. It was so real, sometimes I doubt that it was even a dream and can still feel the weight of him on top of me as he motioned to the nurse to give me more sedation. My cunt was just dripping wet when I woke up from the dream and ever since that day I’ve wanted to go back under the knife to see what would happen.

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. 

You Love Fucking Dead Sluts

Necrophilia phone sex

 

I am nothing to you. I was nothing you when you cornered me in the park at night, got out your big steak knife and sliced my throat, a steady stream of blood spurting from the wound, with ease, and I am nothing now as I lay dead before you. This is the perfect opportunity for you to fuck a dead body, fresh from your kill. I dressed for easy access, which makes it easier for you to rip off my panties, lift up my skirt and force your cock into my pussy. Your precum is making my dead pussy wet and allowing you to slide in and out of it as fast as you please. You love fucking this body, especially as it is about to get cold. It is just a fuck toy for you to use, was never a person. If I wanted to be treated like a person, I wouldn’t be dressed like a whore. If I were still able to feel my body in the afterlife, I would enjoy your abuse. You bet my deceased pussy is getting wet right now from being abused by you. Use me like the cum dumpster I am. 

I Live and Die to Pleasure You

Snuff phone sex

 

I had absolutely no idea what you wanted. You asked for my number, we met up at your place, and now I have my legs behind my head while you fuck me. You do not seem to be sufficiently satisfied by fucking my sexy body. It is like you need more and I was eager to give it to you. I sucked your cock and deep throated the entire dick down my throat so that I could choke on it and give you a show. Sucking on your cock makes you hard, but does not make you cum even once. I tell you that you can fuck me in any hole you like. First, you fuck me in my pussy. I moan and beg for your cock to pound me hard in my tight, wet pussy. Then, you shove your cock down my asshole and I beg you to fill up my tight little asshole with your cock. You do not cum inside me at all. I ask you what I can do to please you. You tell me that there is something you always wanted to do to whores like me who are so pathetic and desperate to please. I ask you what it is and you tell me to get on all fours and I will show you. Now, you are really ramming your cock inside me. I can hear you panting and truly enjoying it. It hurts me and I beg for you to stop and you won’t. I keep begging you over and over again and it is like you do not hear me. I cry for you to stop assaulting me, but that is the last thing that I say as I feel a knife slitting my throat and cum squirting on my back. I finally pleased you. 

Knife Play Phone Sex Is Torture for You, Pleasure for Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is popular. Guys know that a woman who is fond of knives and knows how to use them is one sick bitch. I am a sick bitch. A knife takes skill and precision. Anyone can shoot a gun, but to maim, torture, or kill with a knife means you are in master class of sadism. I have amassed an impressive collection of knives over the years. Some of the knives in my collection are worth thousands of dollars because they date back to the 20s. I even have a few that are from the medieval times. My grandpa was a knife connoisseur. He taught me at a young age how to defend myself using knives. He gave me my first one. He taught me how to hunt prey with knives. He taught me how to torture men with knives. I gelded sheep with him before I ever castrated my first man. When my grandpa died, I inherited his knife collection and a bunch of torture sex devices. Thanks to him, I can kill, stab, slice, castrate, filet and gut a person however I want.

I kidnapped a teen twat last night. She is still in my cage in my dungeon. I have been torturing her for hours. She hit my car and went ballistic on me. She was intoxicated, but in high school still. Not old enough to be drinking. She was out of her league with me. Pampered, spoiled, twat was used to getting what she wants. With me, she is just getting tortured until I can find some one like you to fuck the shit out of her too. I could have killed the cunt on the spot, but I like to prolong the agony. So far, I have cut off her labia lips. I have pierced her nipples. I carved twat on her chest. I even burned her clit with a stogie. I am just getting started too. She will be a snuff porn star before long.