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Snuff Sex Adventures Are The Best in Autumn

There is something about Autumn. It’s season of death is a perfect time for Snuff sex. All the sexy costumes and Halloween happenings. Then we have bonfires and scary happenings in the woods. What perfect time to guise a killer anal sex ring of beheading.

Obviously this has been a theme for me as I took to it quite well. It’s just that I have a thing for ass fucking. And with a juicy ass like mine how could I not? The beginning was with me being taken and taking that dick on a live stream.

First I was meant to die. But the mere fact I got so damned wet and excited as that dick slammed into my ass over and over again was only the start. Then I was in pain and walking home in the roughest part of town. I stumbled upon a drug deal and these men just knew I needed to be roughed up more.

The moment they star my butt ring so pink swollen and tender they knew they needed to give me more pain. Big dicks slamming into my ass and hands around my neck. The grip got harder and my asshole started to prolapse.

Finally the belts came off and the whipping of my hole began. I squirmed out of the excitement of my cunt. And the guys just got more extreme with their torture. My sopping wet cunt saved me.

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Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Knife play phone sex the best mess

I honestly find it funny when a guy thinks his kinks are super rough and then I tell them I’m into knife play phone sex and blood. Then they become all nervous it’s actually cute. So silly of them to think i’m just a small girl that wants it a little rough, when in reality I want to suffer and feel pain make me bleed. I’ll even help you make others bleed, we can make them suffer in agony. 

Knifes are always so fun to play with, I love the things you can do with them. They are basically pencils for skin and can make such cute designs. And they bring such great pain to whoever is on the other end of the knife, letting them bleed from the nice cuts. Making them watching me lick there cut I just gave them always turns me on. There has been some “incidents” where I’ve definitly had to teach a lesson or receive punishment. 

Me and one of my girls went out and were being bothered by this fucking prick. He thought we were some nice girls and was trying to look cool in front of us. When all I as thinking is all the way’s I could torment him and puthim in agony begging me to stop. He was very persistent on telling us to come to his saying its so fun and so many things to do. Insisting on how my whole world would change was he was inside me, and he was just irritating me more and more.

But I had a better idea I said let’s stop by my house and then go to your house.  This gave me time to get my favorite items to make him suffer, for being such an annoying prick. His live meant nothing to me and hearing his screams was going to be music to my ears. 

Once he stopped by I ran inside and grabbed my favorite knifes and ropes and other things that I knew would cause him pain. Then I went back out and got into his car, and we were on my way, my friend already knew what my plan was and was smirking in the back.  This guy would not shut the fuck up the whole way there, bragging about his sex, and how he knew every girl wanted him. His stupidity was just fueling my desire to torment him even more. 

Once we got inside, I told him he should show us his room while he goes and gets drinks ready downstairs. I went and put my duffle bag down and looked around to see how I was going to tie him up. He came upstairs with drinks on a tray with my friend smirking beside him. I told him we should just chug the drinks together and that I had an ecstasy pill for him so he can be hard all night.  Without even glancing at it took it in a heartbeat and recommended we cheers. Cheers to an unforgettable night, which I could honestly agree to. 

After downing our drinks and taking a shot or two, I told him to get comfortable on the bed and that we were going to have some kinky fun. laying down I start to undress him and put his above his head and using the rope to secure that he wouldn’t be able to move. Then teasing him and going to his legs and tying them down.  Then I went to my bag and took out my favorite knife, and the handle of it was so cute too. 

When I turned around his face went so pale and he became so nervous and afraid. It was such a site to look at seeing him go from a annoying prick to a scared little bitch was a perfect transition for me. My friend was watching laughing her ass off seeing his face like that, and hearing her laugh made me laugh. So, he was just looking at us laughing thinking we are crazy, and his thoughts would be correct, but he didn’t think fast enough.  

Approaching him he started thrashing and asking me to hurt him and it was already too late. Taking the blade and sliding across his cheek making a nice cut into his skin.  Watching the blood start to drip it honestly was making my pussy wet. He started screaming and for such tall guy I thought he’d be tougher then that. Then started cutting his clothes off and stripping him naked. I told my friend to go pick something from the bag. She chose to pick my metal whip and whipped his abdomen hard and leaving such yummy marks. 

Once he was naked, I started with his legs and put the knife into his foot nice and deep making his foot pour blood. He started thrashing his body around even more trying so hard to squirm. I was going to use his flinching and squirming against him just holding the knife to his calf and letting his thrashing do the work, causing a deep gash to open up. I put the knife to his face again telling him “awe look sweetie I think your squirming is making your cuts deeper, which I don’t mind I like watching you suffer”. Clearly this is the lesson he needed. 

 

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Castration Phone Sex Because Some Men Need to Be Destroyed

Castration phone sex is something that I offer as a way of destroying men. Let’s fucking get with the times, men are overrated with their damned dicks. In fact I have encountered one too many that think with nothing more than a dick brain. It’s really pathetic.

So ultimately I chose to play their game by my rules. A little switch up of what they do, and have done for decades. Going out and preying on women to get some ass. Well, I choose to go out and hunt for castration worthy individuals.

Obviously this means the guys I will be consuming are going to be of high standards. Fucking guys that think their money allows them to take that pussy. Well, my sadistic needs allows me to take their dicks and balls.

Honestly these guys don’t deserve to procreate and so castration is best. However I rarely stop at slicing open those ball sacks. Nope I need to just cut the fucking tool of rape fantasies right off. This excites me to make their dicks into dildos for my collection.

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Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.

Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.

And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.

Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes

But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.

Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.

I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture

I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.

Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.

I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.

Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Castration phone sex is the way you get what you want

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex time, baby! For far too long, you’ve indulged in the fantasy of having those pesky balls removed, haven’t you? Well, no more, my dears! It’s time to stop dreaming and start taking action. You’ve got a hot, medical-grade, castrating mistress right here, ready to guide you through this transformative experience.
Imagine how amazing it will feel when they are totally gone. I make sure your balls are tied up tightly with a rubber band, cutting off circulation until they’re soft and swollen, primed for removal. Just picture yourself in that moment, my skilled hands snipping away, freeing you from the burdensome weight of your sack. And the relief, the sense of liberation that follows – it’s orgasmic.
I promise you, the result is more than worth it. And that’s just the start, my love. Mommy loves Medical fetish phone sex, and once you’ve experienced the rush of castration,  you will know you need something else removed. And I can do that for you. I’ll also make you a pretty little mound with some huge fat tits!

Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too, But Mine Make You My Bitch

rape phone sex fantasieDo you have rape phone sex fantasies for me? I’m here to warn you that you best not explore those fantasies. No man who ever tries to fuck me against my will lives to see the next day. Let this serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when you try to flip the script. I am dominant. And that means I am not your bitch. But you can be mine.

Ernie hired me for a job. And I told him he could be my accomplice or my victim, but I would never be his victim. And he acted like he understood. Plus, he said he didn’t want to do anything to me anyway. But he likes Goth girls. He wanted my help kidnapping, force fucking, and maybe even killing a Goth babe. I don’t have many rules in my life. But I do have a couple. One, I’m not your victim. Two, I don’t assist with anything involving a fellow Goth girl.

But he lied to me. The guy did not appear too bright.  He paid me for the job, which was to kidnap, torture, and kill a hot teen slut. I’m not a teenager anymore. He knew my rules before he paid me. I always require the money upfront in case they try to flip the script. Ernie had a death wish. He fucked with the wrong woman. And now he’s dead.

Men Think with Their Dicks and That Gets Them Dead Around Me

But I made him my ass rape porn star before I put him out of my misery. No guy fucks me against my will. I’m stronger than I look. But mostly I’m just smarter than any man because I don’t think with my dick. The moment I could tell he intended to make me his victim, I pulled out a huge knife, scared the shit out of him and tied him to his bed. In my bag of tricks, my assassination bag I guess you could call it, I keep a huge dildo with shards of glass glued to it. So, when I fucked him in the ass, he bled worse than a stabbing victim.

You should’ve heard him scream like a bitch. Music to my ears. Can’t come for me without consequences and the only consequence for coming after me is death, but with a lot of torture first. This loser really thought he could overpower me. But once that torturous dildo entered his ass, I think he understood who was in charge. I just enjoy pegging a man’s ass who deserves it. And for some I ruin their asses. Ernie learned a valuable lesson the hard way.

Torture Serves as Foreplay to Me

I fucked his ass with my malicious dildo so long and so hard that I prolapsed his ass and shredded it. His ass now looked like raw hamburger meat. He turned out to be such a wuss too. He passed out several times. But I revived him. You need to feel torture. Nobody sleeps through my torture.

Sometimes I felt like I could fuck him like this forever, but I knew I had to put him out of my misery. Men like that, I can’t trust. And they’ll just continue to try to abuse women who aren’t nearly as strong as me. So, eventually, I slit his throat. And I kept fucking him until he bled out. Dumb ass deserved death.

Never feel sorry for a loser like Ernie. He won’t try to force fuck a Goth taboo phone sex bitch again. Some men just seem so stupid. I wonder how they remember to breathe.