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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.

Mutilation phone sex with Stephanie the slut

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Mutilation phone sex calls are the only thing holding me back from taking out every frustration I have on my stupid bitch stepmother. I hate that dumb slut with a fiery passion and would love nothing more than to watch her suffer the most extreme and brutal torture. I have fantasies of rubbing my cunnie and licking her blood from the blade of my knife. That’s after I carve my name into her skin and slice her open a few good times. I’ll pull out whatever organs I can, chew them up and spew them all over her face. Sometimes, I dream about sucking my Daddy’s cock while he’s strangling her with my pantyhose. My cunt gets drenched thinking about looking her in the eyes and throating his dick while she’s gurgling and choking beside me. I decided it was past time to end her after she started a bunch of shit with me recently. I found a guy online that is willing to help me “take care” of her. I left the door unlocked and in a few hours, it will be time to go into her room to watch my accomplice slice her open and start playing in her guts. Tonight is the night that I’ll finally get Daddy all to myself again and her nagging and bitching at me ends forever!

Mutilation Phone Sex: Just A Slice Or Two…

Mutilation Phone SexHe said he wanted some mutilation phone sex fun. That got my pussy wet just thinking about the type of pain the two of us would explore together. However, over the phone just wasn’t enough. The two of us decided we would meet and play in person. After all, I figured it was just a fantasy and we would have a bit of fun. However, I didn’t realize the limits which he was willing to push when we did meet up. He wanted me to be his Mary Vincent. His hitchhiking slut that he would pick up on the side of the road and have his way with. I didn’t think much about it, exhibitionist sex really turns me on. Therefore, when he started down a nearly abandoned road I didn’t think much about that. My young pussy was already beginning to flood my white cotton panties as we drove down the road, with more time between each vehicle that passed. Suddenly he came to a stop and pulled over. I was excited at the thought that I was going to be his dirty little fuck slut. He opened his sliding van door and reached in to grab me out. I pretended to be afraid, pulling and begging him to stop. However, it was a little deterrent, and he chained both of my wrists in the trunk of the van so that he could have his way with me. After about the third fantasy rape, my wrist was going numb and I really begged him to just let me go. However, he pulled out a hatchet and made it clear that I was not going anywhere. He sliced at my arms, chopping one of them off completely. I screamed as he stuffed his hard cock inside my screaming throat. His groans grew louder as blood pooled in the van. Then chop, he removed my other arm as he climaxed, mutilating my body as he came. I cried, my arms now missing as he pushed me over the ledge into a ditch the van was parked next to. He drove off leaving my mutilated body covered in his cum and delight.

Evil phone sex miracles are made with my body

Evil phone sexThe French call the orgasm the little death and I am searching for death both large and small during evil phone sex. My ambitions, my passions, my fun, they’re all past issues that don’t matter anymore the moment I’m under a knife or man’s torture tools. I seek out greater pains, greater vengeful wrath meant towards others that he can make my problem. Just last night I found myself sliced into and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips and threatened to make my life another scarcity. He’d told me if I was too loud he’d slit my throat, and I thought he meant it. I felt an incision at my bloody dream flow just after I let out my blissful gasp. The thing is, I was still alive, I hadn’t been fully carved into oblivion yet. A sign of his cowardice, maybe, but also a sign of his desire to keep me around a little longer to wreck, destroy, and treat to an oblivion of orgasmic bliss. Killer phone sex just doesn’t get better.

His cock was somewhere, I wasn’t fully sure. So many blades having nicked me, cut me, turned me into a whining bitch. I couldn’t feel anything properly anymore. Maybe I’d lost too much blood, maybe I’d lost my mind. Maybe it was his meaty need roughing up my insides down low and pushing me towards an edge I hadn’t known I’d needed. Or maybe that was yet another blade, permanently scarring me and destroying me for other men. The difference wasn’t in what was really happening, it’s what he wanted to happen. I was a slutty torture slave for his whims and needs and nothing was going to change that, not even an idealized realization of the dark abyss knife play phone sex.

I’ll Be Your Mother: Slice Me!

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Your mom is such a bitch, isn’t she? Haven’t you ever wanted to torture and kill her? Don’t you dream of slicing her throat open for nagging you  or stabbing her chest for getting in your business? 

You can’t kill her, though. Social conventions keep you from ending that bitch’s life and walking away free. In addition, she makes some amazing food that you would miss if you took a machete and sliced off her head. So, what can someone like you do? You get a surrogate. 

I look just like your mother, don’t I? That is, if your mother was a vulnerable teen cum dumpster. Your mother has been on your ass about some bullshit and someone needs to pay. Take your knife and cut me from clit to tits. Make me scream and wish I was never born. Make deep cuts all over my body to make me feel how you feel right now. Get all of your anger out and, if I haven’t died from blood cut, slice my throat. 

Bloody phone sex with the highest bidder my Master could find.

Bloody phone sexMy master isn’t very selective on who he gives me to for horrendously bloody phone sex. If they can pay and manage to impress him even al little bit, I find myself sold off for a short while like a tool or electronic you can rent at a store. It’s degrading, I belong to master, he deserves my attention and I his! If it was up to me I’d spend all day and night cradling his balls while ensuring his every whim and fancy are tended to. He’d be in his own paradise. Unfortunately it’s not up to me, I have to give my beautiful body to random men, and sometimes those men are like this. Sometimes those men tie me down with metal rope – chains – and don’t care that they’re too tight and are digging into my evil phone sex skin. Sometimes those men are really rough with my bare ass, spanking it hard enough to make it loud. My insides always shift when that happens, squelching a little and forcing a moan from my lips. I don’t like it when that happens, but just like being rented out I don’t get a choice at what my evil body decides to do to my wills and whims. I’m not just a slave to master, I’m a slave to this cursed conditioning and all the lewd ways it makes me a toy to the highest bidder. It doesn’t take me long once I’m tied down and being roughed up to get me gushing and my cheeks red. I’m a blushy girl for a lovely evening on a stone table with a ritual knife. Knife play phone sex actually really gets me going, I love the feeling of my skin being separated while I’m blindfolded and don’t even get a warning. Pain is invigorating and almost makes me forget that I’m not with master making his night a fantasy.

 Snuff Sex ???? Raw ????

Snuff sex Raw ????is a devilishly good way to have some young succulent flesh. I Love to bite into that delicate ass flesh and just bite a chunk out. This is how I get when I start suffering from a nutrient deficiency. I crave raw flesh. I am not into raw animal meat. My craving????‍♀️  and need is of a cannibalistic need.

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These cannibalistic cravings are impressions left in my DNA from ancestral Hunter gatherer’s. My bloodline was said to be of an albino cannibal clan that loved to devour it’s victims when the adrenaline is high.  The release and chase is the most prominent form of getting the victims meat spiced well.

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The best is to cage and torture the whores or beastly men a bit and build up the serum in their blood. Then with a taunting and game time we release them and let them run. I have to say I was not ever told to not play with my food and now I understand why. It’s far most delectable when the food is spiced well.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.

The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.

Bloody phone sex in a park for my hubbie is just who I am

Bloody Phone SexMy boyfriend invited me out, which is normally code word for get super fucked up and ride everyone in the vicinity while having bloody phone sex. Tonight was no different, I knew the moment I got to the park they decided was a good meeting place that I was about to have a hell of a time. If by hell of a time one normally means getting whipped against a swingset while being fucked. I took a deep breath, looked him in the eyes. “Do we need the money that badly?” He didn’t have to answer, I knew what I was, a no good whore that needs to learn her place again and again until she stops feeling it. My whole body was sore from the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that. This was going to be nothing, and after a quick breath I took my position. My belly flat on the swing seat ready for their fantasy phone sex desires, my ass hanging out in the air, my tits in a great position for someone to play with while their cock bobbed between them. I wasn’t surprised when two guys took their place. One deciding to forego my pussy in pursuit of causing me much more pain. He thrust right into my ass without a warning and started a brutal fuck that had me crying well before even the barest amount of precum was used to lube my abused hole. I didn’t get to cry out for long though, probably for the best, before an even bigger dick was slipping into my mouth. My hair was grabbed, and it was rammed so deep I heard my jaw crack and snap. I hoped the blood I’d be leaving all over the ground wasn’t going to be traced back to anyone. My hubbie needed his money, and that meant I put up with it with an attempted smile. I always provide gangbang rape porn for men like these.