Tag: Mutilation phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Mood Somedays, Most Days

killer phone sexSome days, I am more in a killer phone sex mood. And today was one of those days. I was looking at this brat for weeks. She would give you a boner. Me? She filled me with rage. She was a teen slut. I watched her practice for cheerleading in her back yard. I was out of town, staying in an Air B and B and she was just there. Looking cute and doing cute things. I could see neighbors watching her jump up and down and do some acrobatics that showed off her spankies. No doubt her neighbor men jack off to her. I assume her daddy does too. She was a hot piece of ass. But her youthfulness. Her cuteness just filled me with rage. I know I am not alone. She must cock tease half the neighborhood giving dads like you rape phone sex fantasies for her and girls like her. Well, she will not be doing that anymore. She is officially listed as a missing person. I followed her yesterday and when the coast was clear, I picked her up and drove her into the woods. I was no where near my kill shack since I was out of town, so I improvised. I found a clearing off a 4-wheel drive path. She was drugged, so I had to carry her. If she weighed 100 lbs., I would have been shocked. She came to when she was naked and tied to a tree. I wanted to skin her alive, but I could not bring all my gear with me since I had to carry an unconscious bitch, plus a bookbag of rope and a couple of my favorite knifes. I cut her flesh. Sexually mutilated her girl parts. I thought about making it look like a Satanic kill. But I decided that was too risky since I was staying next door to the whore. If you had been with me, teen rape porn would have been the way to go. I just gutted her like a pig and watched wild animals eat her entrails. Then I carved up her body and fed the rest of her to them too. No body. No crime.  She is just a runaway to the cops. Or a girl stolen for the sex trade. Only you and I know what happened and I know we aren’t telling.

Evil Phone Sex Sadistic Satan’s Mortician – Morticia

You ever fall into Dark thoughts and fantasies that make your cock rage? I think Evil phone sex with a viscous and enchanting dark goddess like me, Morticia is what you crave. Possibly an accomplice experienced with the darkest desires of yours.

Some of the fun sessions with me have been decapitating a bitches head and her daughters. All of this bloody goodness happened while the client paid me to do the bloody sadistic shit while he fucked them. Like I was paid to take a weapon of my choice, and chainsaws are great fun for cutting heads and limbs. So, really he would fuck then and they start to scream.

The screaming of their holes violated as we tied them down first and cut their clothes off. Then I left him to molest and fondle his daughters virginal holes in front of his wife, her mother. I went and lubed up the chains and blade. I return while that whore wife was screaming and trying to break loose as he laughed at her and spit on her and kept fucking that virgin hole bloody.

He had such a nice big cock that I put the chainsaw down and took it into my mouth and sucked all of her innocence that was stolen from daddy’s big fat cock. It was delicious. Then I sat on that bitch and started to dismember the daughter and the head last to watch what mommy got.

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Evil phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration Play

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone. I do not even own a gun. Honestly, I find a knife to be a better instrument of human destruction. Every victim of mine gets the knife. Maybe I just torture them with castration, or I kill them by evisceration. Either way, I am using a knife. I have thousands of knives. Many I inherited from my grandpa, my mentor. He taught me how to hunt my prey. He told me there is no valor or honor in killing with a gun. A gun requires no skill. It is mostly luck. I was a young teen girl when I helped him castrate a man. That was my first castration, and it filled me with a love for castration phone sex and knives. My grandpa did not kill this man. At the time, I wondered why. But I grew to appreciate his methods. Castrating a man is leaving him with a daily reminder of his sins. It is forcing him to live a celibate life. It takes the wind from his sails and leaves him unable to fuck or procreate. My grandpa’s victim was a P man. He was diddling little girls in the community. My grandpa caught him red handed too when he fucked my first cousin when she was itty bitty. He was a family friend, a pillar of our community. He would be a disgrace if it ever came out what he was doing behind closed doors. My grandpa could have killed him. Should have killed him for his crime was grave and personal. But grandpa told me you do not shit where you sleep. Torture sex, however, when you have something over your victim, is the next best thing. That was an important lesson for a future killer to learn. This man would not say anything about his forced castration because my grandpa had film of him fucking his young granddaughter. Leverage, my grandpa told me, is a powerful motivator for silence. That man never diddled another girl again and he never told the police that my grandpa and me castrated him. Be careful who knows your dirty secrets.

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Torture sex Confessions with my now dead, therapist!

Torture sex I opened up about my liking for Torture sex involving tiny ones to my therapist.. I am sure as she took her last breath of air in front of her traumatized little she regretted the career she chose. Out of all the things she could have been; she decided to fiddle with the minds of the “mentally ill” she should have seen it coming! I got really nervous and jittery, I felt it.. She was going to have me sectioned.. I knew I shouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to tell her this.. I told her what I had done over the weekend.. She was questioning the scratches on my arms and face and I sort of just blurted it out..

As I opened up to her my eyes expanded, I envisioned the twit that I picked up from a school ground nearby after one of our sessions.. I could see her pale skin turn gray as I watched her body slowly give out after ripping her cunt to shreds. I accidentally mentioned my accomplice Tom Hicks, He always told me that a rat is worse than a snitch.. A rat is someone who physically participated and turned out to be a traitor; a rat deserves nothing but death! I fell into a trance, as if I were watching one of those Snuff movies and I were the narrator.. Mutilation phone sex

I described the noises she made as I strangled her to death with a thin wire.. I pulled the wire so tight I watched her neck squeeze like an orange and pop right off her shoulders.. He fucked her cunt while she still had a heart beat, headless.. As soon as he got through, releasing inside of her; like a scavenger I got down and punched her walls back, scooping the bloody nut out and rubbing it all over my face and body.. It was a personal sacrifice, we sacrifice once a year on Easter Sunday to awaken the demons.. Its our Sadistic belief that doing the most evil prevents the resurrection of the man in white. 

Her pretty little fluffy dress was covered in blood.. Her eyeballs on the ground beside her dead body like marbles.. I jacked his cock off from the inside of her asshole after removing the wall that separated her pussy from her ass.. He shot his final load inside of her and then we tossed her in murky water for the piranhas to dispose of her remains! He was my first Mutilation phone sex client, he took mutilating the youth to a beyond desirable level! 

Evil phone sex gets more and more brutal by the pump

Evil phone sexI want to be a burden that’s beaten and starved and treated to the worst evil phone sex imaginable.. It’s the best place in the world to me when I’m unwelcome yet forced to stay. My dark fantasies flow through me like an energy, and I seek out suffering like a force of nature. My abusers are my favorite people, and I always come back even if I manage to escape because I can’t imagine life without them. There’s something primal and amazing about getting fucked hard into a cold floor while I make it warm with spilt blood. My memories are always a haze, one moment to the next a journey I’m not quite there for. Dissonance is my true name, and that’s why I don’t have a story for you today. I have many stories, all bleeding together like my wounds in a puddle after killer phone sex. Was yesterday when they stuffed me with a dildo so large and bumpy it ripped me open? Was yesterday when I was forced to suck men back to back without even a break to breathe, every single one so deep I saw spots until eventually I blacked out? Was yesterday when I had to teach a class about sadism with a hands on practice? My life is an action packed adventure and I’ll struggle to tell you when something happened, but if all you’re looking for is a story you’ll get one from me. You’ll get a lot of stories from me, an infinite antiquity of selfish and painful memories are stored deep in my skull. Care to try and beat them out of me, or pry them out with clawed fingers and an ice pick? My dark skin set me up for this, but I took off running, and here I am, ready for another session of brutal knife play phone sex.

Fucking a Bloody Nugget Until It Dies

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I can’t believe what you’ve done to my body!

First, you stalked me and kidnapped me. I was once a college student with a bright future and you turned me into your prey. Once you had me in your clutches, you took me to an abandoned barn where you had all your tools. You didn’t care that I was screaming my lungs out because no one could hear me where you were located. All you needed to do was strap me onto the table and get to the next phase. This next part is the one you love: slicing my arms and legs off. First, you start with the legs and ask me if I would like to walk out of there. Obviously, I am crying from the pain and there is no possible way that I could answer. You take that as a sign that I would like to stay and slice my arms off too. Nuggets are hard to find these days, and you don’t want to have to track one down when you can make your own. That’s why you have no qualms getting your cock out and pounding my pussy right after you mutilated me. Fucking me while I’m dead maximizes the time you get to have fucking a nugget, so you had no qualms turning me around and slamming your cock in my ass after I bled out and died.

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Pastime

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a favorite pastime. This is Bob. Bob used to have balls. Now, this is a good castration. A clean castration. That is because Bob paid to have his balls castrated and he was a not a punk ass about it. Most of my castrations are messy. I have no problem using a dirty blade and giving you a jagged scar if you piss me off. Not all guys are like Bob. If you know what is good for you, you should be like Bob. Terry did not heed my warning to be like Bob. Bob is the poster boy for how to act when getting castrated. Terry, however, is the poster boy for what happens when you are not a simp like Bob. Terry paid me to castrate him. He then tried to back out and get his money back. I operate on a no refund policy only. I do not take kindly to men who waste my time or try to get their money back. Torture sex is sort of my thing, and I will do it regardless if you pay me or not. If you pay me though there is no going back. You can not show up like Terry did, but I will find you. I will hunt you down with the dirtiest blade I have and remove your balls. Also, I will not even cauterize the wound either. Or if I do, instead of a nice stitch job to stop the bleeding, I can use the bottom of a hot frying pan and leave a nasty scar. Tony was a little wimp who got cold feet but wanted to sue me when I would not give him his money back. I told him to tell a judge he paid me for castration. I knew he was just playing a game thinking he could bait me, but the joke was on him. Not only did he get a nasty castration, but he also got snuff sex because I killed him. Be like Bob. Don’t be like Terry.

Domination Phone Sex with a Sexy Switch Who Will Take Your Balls and Micro Penis

domination phone sexHe called me for domination phone sex because he knows I am a sexy switch. He was a total pansy with a small dick. He did not need that dick that was how small it was. It was a micro penis. I say was because now he has no dick or balls. Oh, do not feel sorry for him. He had it coming. He wanted his junk gone. Okay, maybe he did not want his dick gone, but once I ruined his balls, I was not in the mood to stop there. I have a philosophy. If your dick is less than 3 inches, what is the point? On a good day it looks like a clit. On a bad day, it is a frightened turtle hiding in its shell. I love castration phone sex calls. Yes, I know castration is the removal of the testicles, but some guys are just so annoying or so worthless or both like this caller, that I want to take the entire kit and caboodle.

Blake had been IMing me for months. Really, he was yanking my chain to the point I have had murderous fantasies about him. I never thought he would call me. I thought he was just some broke wank. Turns out he is a wank, but not so broke. He just cannot get a woman unless he pays for her. Sound like you? Blake is not that different from most of my pathetic loser callers. Perhaps no one else has wanked me as hard for months before, but he was just desperate for female contact that messaging me incessantly at least gave him contact with a hot woman. He knew when he called though just how pissed off I would be. I did not stop at the torture sex of his balls. I took his micro penis too. The funny thing is I chopped it off with a regular old steak knife. Not a very sharp blade, but small worthless wieners are not hard to cut off. I likely will never hear from Blake again. Only so much you can do with a man once you have neutered him. Some of you losers are just so pathetic you will do anything to get my attention, even beg for castration.

Goth Teen Phone Sex Accomplice Kills for Me and You

goth teen phone sexI have a new goth teen phone sex accomplice of sorts. A while back, a man hired me to kill this girl. Her name is Sara and she is a sick bitch. Reminds me of myself when I was that young. Her step daddy wanted her gone because he had been fucking her since she was much younger, and she was going to tell her mother. This guy was a tool. I wanted him dead at hello. But money is money. Once I saw Sara and heard her mouth off to her step daddy, I liked her spunk. I saw something in her. I took her step daddy’s money, but he was the one who died that night. I let Sara castrate and kill her perverted step daddy. Now, she is learning everything I know. I am training her to become a great accomplice phone sex partner.

Sara is as evil as I was as a teen girl. I told her I would kill for her. I already killed her stepdaddy and spared her life. She had another person on her hit list. I assumed it was her mother, but it was a schoolgirl. A bully and a bitch. My favorite kind of teen whore to kill. My first kill was a girl just like that. And I was younger than Sara. We planned it so she would have an alibi. I have no affiliation with the teen bitch making Sara’s life hell at school. No suspicion would fall on me. I lured the girl to the woods and killed her for Sara. I did not kill her quickly either. The bitch thought we were just getting high. She thought I was a drug dealer. Teen girls love party drugs. I sunk my knife into her belly. The look on her face was priceless. I slowly moved my knife up to her sternum. Her entrails fell out of her body on to my feet. The smell of her blood made my pussy wet.

I watched as the life left her eyes. I kissed her cheek as she died and told her that Sara sends her love. Then I laughed, pulled out my knife and watched her fall to the ground in a pile of her entrails. Sara can enjoy high school now. Her and I are bonded for life. She is my most excellent and young killer phone sex partner.

You’re Ready for a Bit of Gun Play

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No, please! Don’t do this! 

I am laying down, helpless and beaten. You have already fantasy raped me as well as let your hired help fuck my throat and my ass. You have punched me in the face repeatedly, working downwards to my feet. I can barely move my body. You and your friend throat fucked me so hard that I can barely speak. So, you are not surprised when you bring a gun to my face and a faint scream escapes my lips. You caress my face with the gun, my heart beating faster and faster as you move it towards my legs. I brace myself for the inevitable bang until you start fucking my pussy with the barrel of the gun.

This felt like a cold, hard cock pounding the shit out of my already bruised pussy. I could barely take the feeling, and tried to escape you. At this point, you realize I must be better than I thought, so you shoot me in my pussy. I scream at the top of my lungs! How could you do this? You watch as the blood spurts out of the part formerly known as my pussy. You shove your gun down my throat, making me taste my own pussy juices and gun residue before you finally shoot me in the mouth, watching the blood gush from the hole in my face.