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Chris’ Dying Wish

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I don’t usually train sissy boys but this was a special occasion! Chris has been begging to be anally stretched and fucked into the afterlife and I have no problem helping this little dick simp transition to the other side but I was going to need help with this mutilation phone sex challenge! I called my jailbird brothers to get things started. They wasted no time helping themselves to our death-bound faggot’s ass. They started to film and made a gangbang rape porn with Chris as the main character. Plot twist: they beat the shit out of him. I guess my brothers wanted to make sure his face was beyond recognition. LOL.  The crunching of bones and mushing of soft tissue made me so eager to make my grand appearance! While he was getting his face and guts violently rearranged I got my 16-inch strap on ready. 

As soon as the tip of the canon started to enter his punk ass Chris began to cry and moan in pain through his bloody swollen lips. My brother had to force a BBC down his throat to keep the noise level down. As my whore gargled on blood and cum I was tearing that ass hole like notebook paper. the warm blood trickling down my leg turned me on so fucking much! “Keep fucking this bitch’s throat” I grunt at my brother as I force more of my freakishly large cock down Chris’ ass canal.

When I pulled back his ass clung to my cock like a pink sock. I grabbed and squeezed on the exposed ass meat helping me tear deeper into his poo shoot. After ripping Chris 4 inches up his back from my massive monster cock, I let my bother finish him off. Bro was able to keep Chris alive long enough to bust one more load down Chris’ throat before it was lights out for our fuck toy. Death’s cool chill came over our cock hungry sissy quickly as we gathered our shit. Whoever finds this fucker is going to be scared as fuck but at least Chris went out happy. After all, being shredded anally was his dying wish.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Feast of Virginal Flesh

I love a gourmet meal of the connoisseur kind. For me Cannibalism phone sex is a way to rehash some of the finest meals. The hunt for the tender delicious veal like flesh is the purest joy. Honing in on the target, and preparing the victim for the exquisite feast she will offer up to her huntress and accomplices is like preparation of grapes for wine. Well, sort of…. only we don’t want it fermented nor aged.

Pure, virginal, and sweet. The tender plump rump roast of a juicy bottom with the fattiness of innocence. Virginal in it’s capture, but broken once she has been kept and fed a proper diet for a week or two. I know it is so difficult not to defile the treasured feast while we fatten it up properly. But the basting of semen and urine is essential so while the victim is caged she is naked and used for your pleasures.

Fuck the little whores mouth. I have removed her teeth and that makes for a nice cock stoker Fine tuning the flesh for consumption is part of my process. I will cut out her anus and you are welcome to fuck that filth hole with intestines. Her virginal cunt will only be allowed the penetration once I am ready to prepare her. I will slice her open and removed the organs.

Once they are removed her cunt is yours. Then I will slice off the tender ass cheeks to marinate for a few hours in the finest seasonings and Bordeaux. The head served slightly preserved on a stake over the body sliced and spread with fixings for a fine meal.

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                Slice your wife’s face up and slap the pieces on the table since she wants to be a cunt and complain after all the shit you buy for her, still never willing to suck your cock. Who told you I was a nice bitch? Not my daddy- I tied his balls off when I was only a teen then sucked him hard until I was spitting blood onto the floor so mommy to walk in and start crying- praying to God asking why she ever had me. Oh boy, you really are begging me “please stop oh please just let us go” Don’t you realize you are just getting my cunt wet and more excited to fuck you til your heart stops as I burn your skin? Watching you struggle with those arms tied down to the table, humiliating yourself in front of your slutty wife. The way she cries is so fucking ugly, she says she loves you- but she wasn’t thinking that while fucking your best friend in the backseat last night was she? I’m doing you both a favor, but in the meantime I figured I would reward myself with the satisfaction of your crying, pleading screams. You say you want me to stop, but deep down I know you both have been craving for someone to end all your pains.

Fantasy Phone Sex is Rarely as Brutal as Real Life Violence

fantasy phone sexI hope you have some kinky and taboo fantasy phone sex ideas for us. Most men who call me have some wicked ideas in their heads and some creative and violent role plays on their mind. Not much though is worse than some of my real experiences as a druggy whore. Normally, it is my stepson who is doing violent things to me. This time, it was his friend. My stepson has been blackmailing me for years now, so I must do what he wants with no questions asked. He pimped me to a friend who needed a slave for an auction. I did not want to go with him, but he threatened to expose me to my family. He would too. He does not care who he hurts. He thinks I owe him for making his dad divorce his mom. She was halfway out the door before I even met his father. His friend was attending a slave trade. I did not know what that meant in modern terms, but I could take a guess. It was not race based obviously, but a bunch of assholes brought women and traded them amongst each other for ass rape porn and other violent things they cannot do to their wives. Kind of a smart concept, but dangerous and unpleasant for the slave women. I was traded to Master John. He never spoke to me. The silent ones are always the fucking scariest ones too. He tied me up to a wall and started whipping me so hard that I knew he broke the skin. I could feel the warm blood trickling then gushing down my back as he whipped me harder. He never fucked me, but he did whip my ass and my pussy. He still never spoke, not even as he was mutilating my girl parts. This was beyond torture sex. I could die from infection or blood loss with the kind of gashes he was leaving on my flesh. I wished I had been left with my stepson because he will not hurt me this badly. He needs me to be his cash cow. Master John just needed to hurt a bitch and I was the unlucky bitch.

Castration Phone Sex Gets My Cunt Wet and Brings Me Joy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is what gets my cunt wet. Guys ask me all the time what I really enjoy, and I am brutally honest. I am not your typical phone sex woman. I am not sitting around all day begging for men to call me. I am not waiting to service your cock. I enjoy torture and the mutilation of sex organs. Now, I do love a good accomplice call where we hunt and kill together; but a good genital mutilation brings me nothing but joy. I am superior to most men. I am superior to most people. I am intelligent and I act with reason, not emotion. Too many men act with their dicks instead of their brains if they even have any. I know that sounds egotistical, but emotions are what bring people down and send them to prison. If guys acted with their big head instead of their little head, there never would have been a Me Too movement. I have never looked at any man and been like I want him so much I am just going to take him. Now, I have looked at a man and been like he looks so fucking stupid, I must explore my murder phone sex fantasies, so he never procreates.

I had that overwhelming sensation last night when I met Oliver at my local Goth dive bar. He was spiking girls’ drinks. I see everything. I am never caught off guard. My sixth sense is strong. I drugged him first. Not the first time or the last time that will happen. I was going to take him to my kill shack where I do my best work and can prolong the agony, but this guy was about 250 lbs of dead weight drugged. I settled for a back-alley castration. He had a worthless wiener. No woman would want to fuck or suck that worthless nub. I drove him to the waterfront. It is a seedy warehouse district where all the drug deals go down and hookers hang out. His sexually mutilated junk would be blamed on some whore not a torture sex bitch like me. He was out cold. I pulled his pants down and laughed at the short stack he thought he could force on me if I had not outsmarted him. I used a rusty blade and cut off his balls and half of his cock and tossed them in the river for fish food. I left him there to bleed out and get jack rolled. Fucking loser. He will just be the victim of another random act of senseless violence. Although it was not senseless to me. The bastard deserved it all.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls

medical fetish phone sexMedical phone sex fetish calls can be scary, even for a seasoned pain slut like me. And medical fetishes can include a wide variety of things like genital torture and mutilation to dissecting a human body like a lab frog. Anytime a guy asks me if I am into medical fetish calls, I swallow hard and try my best to sound enthusiastic because I am a no taboos whore. I much prefer to be the accomplice on a medical fetish call than the patient, but that almost never happens. Lucky me, however, it happened last night. I had a late night visitor with an unruly brat he had a strong desire to torture. She was a cute thing too but talk about a bad seed. She looked like an angel, but she had some sort of demon inside her. What a little bitch. Daddy wanted to punish her. I think he wanted to kill her. Like snuff porn her out. Cannot say that I blame him. She was definitely a cunt. He got my number from a guy who I had done a hot snuff scenario with before. I guess I owe that client because boy was it fun torturing this little brat. What a nasty little cunt. I stripped her naked, put a ball gag in her mouth so I did not have to hear her spew her insults. So young, but so inherently mean.  I spread her legs wide and used a spreader bar to keep her legs wide. I sliced her labia off with a scalpel. There was so much bright red blood. It was intoxicating. Sweet to the taste too. I burned her clit with a cigarette, and she screamed bloody murder. Her own father ordered the torture sex. My pussy was so wet knowing that. My daddy was a mean old son of a bitch, but I was an obedient angel. This girl was The Exorcist.  Well, she dead now after almost 12 hours of torture. But she went out mutilated and begging to die in the end.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

You have Murder phone sex Fantasies and it’s Ok! I am here to assist you in making those realizations more intense to orgasm with. My filthy twisted mind is very dark. I have my own extremely sadistic needs and experience rage kicks that get e off when I fulfill them. I like to destroy living things and make them dead things.

I destroyed the own little demon that was inside me and it was exciting and fun for me. I have once even made a murder fantasy not so fantasy. It was a guy. He was in such a wrong place and the way he hit on me was making e vomit. I couldn’t deal anymore. Fucking pink polo shirt and khakis with white trek shoes. Gag! Barf omg get the eyesore away from my view! Fucker is hitting on me. So, withholding every bit of nausea I bit at the moment.

I lured him out back and promised to make out with him if he gave me some of his blow. I was unable to help myself when I noticed he had a big dick. I ripped his ugly assed shit off of him and crawled on and rode that dick to my pleasure. The biggest pleasure was stabbing the fuck. I stabbed at him as I climaxed then left him for the alley strays to pick away at him.

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 She better not die on me now!

Of course, I like to put on a show and have a live audience to my depravity, so it should be no surprise that my slaves watch as I destroy this little slut. She is a dumb bitch who isn’t even good at being tortured, let alone fucked and stuffed, so she is no good to me! I guess the only thing that she is good for now is to entertain me this one last time! I could use a good squirt; it’s been a few days since I last hunted. I have to send a message, so tonight is going to be fun! The metallic smell of her blood fills the room, and my pussy is dripping wet! Knife play phone sexI don’t know the last time I got so excited about a kill, but boy am I is my cunt throbbing. I grab my hunting knife, and slice her left tit clean off with one quick motion. The sound of the knife slicing through her flesh is almost enough to take me over the edge, but the scream she let out did the trick! I love to hear them scream and beg for mercy, as if that will stop the reign of torture that I am going to deliver to her on a sliver plater! oh wait no that her mutilated and decapitated body parts! I take the bloody knife and lick her blood off the taste of her life force and the rush of it was too much and I collapse in a puddle of my own squirt! God damn this is so good! No one can tell me that snuff is not the only form of sexual pleasure needed. I think as I hear her blood dipping to the cement below.  She better not die on me now! I’m just getting started!

His secret fantasy

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I have had an ongoing relationship with a guy. When we first met, I wasn’t completely attracted to him. I thought he was sort of odd.

Either way, he had a way with words, and sure enough, he had me under his spell before I could even realize it.

I was smitten around him and thought his personality was still different, but he had a certain charm that radiated. Who knew it had patterns of psycho. One day I was sleeping and noticed him taking pictures of me while I napped. It woke me up. He looked quite startled when I awoke. He could see I was weirded out, and he tried to play it out as he couldn’t help himself. I looked so cute when I slept.

After that, I didn’t think much of it. I went through his phone one day and could see he had a lust for necrophilia phone sex.

I had opened a can of worms and finally found a section where he confessed he loved to take pictures of me asleep and loved to imagine me dead and how his cock would feel inside me. After that, I cleared any signs of me going through his phone and tried to head out as fast as I could, but he was in front of the front door.

I guess the indoor cameras should have been a dead giveaway.

Castration Phone Sex is Charity Sometimes

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. Most of my calls are spent making tiny dick losers eunuchs. I do a lot of accomplice work too. Not that I do not love killing little bitches with you because I do. I hate brats and think the world needs less of them. But my passion is making this world a safer place for women like me. Men think with their dicks no matter how big or how small those dicks are. Men are impulsive. Most do not like to hear no. I recently started a side gig. In this #MeToo world many women are still not getting justice. Their attackers get off or are never brought to trial because in a he said she said world, the man usually wins. That’s not justice for women. Men who try to drug me or do not take no for an answer get one free junk removal. I have a castration and a medical fetish phone sex badge of honor, LOL. Why not do this for other women.

medical fetish phoen sex My fees are very reasonable. I will castrate a man on the word of another chick for $300-$500 no questions asked. I charge loser men $1500-$2000 for junk removal. This side gig is a passion project designed to get rid of men with inadequate equipment who do not know how to use it properly. I am being honest. The world is a better place without toxic masculinity. I did a job for free last night because a bunch of coeds sought me out for a frat boy who thinks his 4-inch nub is God’s gift to women. He likes to get coeds drunk and explore his rape phone sex fantasies. Not anymore. Used one of his victims as bait, and then I put him in my castration chair. They were all there with me holding knives to his junk when he woke up. He was strapped down and unable to fight. He was a big boy with a little dick. My first group castration project but it was therapeutic for those girls and wicked fun for me. This rich boy was never going to pay for his crimes, and he was going to just keep on shoplifting the pooty. No more. We took his balls as a collective. I know I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I have a charitable side. I may even take your junk for free too.