Tag: Mutilation 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. 

I Don’t Really Have a Choice

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Now, would I rather be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down? 

That is always the problem with some choices: they can be impossible. No one wins except for the person who requires the answer. That is the predicament I am in. My captor has been torturing me for hours, making me choose what tortures I would rather have, telling me that he may allow me to escape with what little I have left. As of this point, I do not know if I want to live anymore. I chose to chop off two of my toes rather than two of my fingers. He asked me if I would rather have my ass mutilated with a knife or my pussy, and chose my pussy. My pussy is now a bloody mess with shreds of skin hanging off my pelvis. Now, he wants to know if I want to be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down. I say take me now and destroy my brains. I should have known he would never let me go. 

Torture Phone Sex: The Death of a Fake Ass Bitch

torture phone sexI love torture phone sex. I am known as an extreme ball buster.  I do not just stomp on balls, I cut them off too. But as much as I love castrating men, I enjoy torturing women too. I take pride in torturing some bimbo Barbie who thinks her shit does not stink. I run into twats daily. Either I see them on Tick Toc or some other social media platform, or I run into them out and about. Jade is a social media influencer. I do not know her personally. She is just some local girl who thinks her shit smells like roses. She is on Tick Tok daily dissing girls like me. She thinks all women should look like her. She is this skinny girl with big fake boobs and she uses so many filters in her post, she looks like a fucking cartoon character. Yet, for all the fake shit she uses to look “feminine” she wants to dis Goth girls like me. Torture sex would not be good enough for this hypocritical cunt. I hunted her down. It was easy to find her since I dressed up, looking very different from my typical Goth look. I acted like a vacuous cunt who was a follower.

I played to her ego, telling her I was fan girl. I spiked her drink and drove her to my kill shack in the woods. It was where she belonged. Tied up, scared and confronted with reality. She is not the queen bee. She does not get to dictate what a woman should look like when she is a fake bitch. I carved out her fake tits first. She bled and cried a lot when I did that. I was just getting started. I carved out the filler in her cheeks and lips. I fucked her cunt and ass with a sharp blade. I destroyed her perfect body. It was not perfect. It was fake. Everything was fake, except for her death. That was a very real snuff porn. One I will watch over and over again because I am tired of fake ass bitches thinking they are better than the rest of us. You have a fake ass bitch in your life? Let’s get rid of her too.