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Mutilation phone sex slut doll

Men need a slut doll like me to take out those mutilation phone sex fantasies on. This is just the thing that daddy prepared me for. The way he fucked me with no restraint and tortured me to the point of hospitalization was his way of showing his love and priming me. This is my existence. I am here to be used abused and fucked into in the oblivion of your darkest fantasies. I just can’t grasp any other form of pleasure. The rape fantasies you bring me also bring on my best fucking orgasms. You see it’s just the way I’ve been raised . As a fuck doll for the pleasure of men and sometimes even some really vicious women. We have some vicious mean fucking cunts on the site. I would be so fucking honored to have you and one of our sadistic’ cunts ruin me for your pleasure.
Mutilation phone sex

 

Bondage Phone Sex, Snuff and Dismemberment

bondage phone sexI enjoy bondage phone sex. Sometimes, however, it gets too extreme for me. I have made a living off my body one way or another. I hooked on the streets for years until I was old enough to become a nude fetish model. I have always been tall. I was not always buxom, however. About 15 years ago, a fetish photographer took me under his wing. He bought me boobs. I worked them off doing shoots for him. He is retired now, but he still sends business my way. He knows a girl like me can always use money. This lead he had was for a legitimate porn studio. They needed a model with experience for a snuff porn shoot. This would be rough simulated sex and extreme bondage. The pay was too good to make me pause and really think about the legitimacy of it all. I showed up at the studio, but no one was there. I heard some sounds, so I went exploring. Bad idea. I happened upon a woman being eviscerated. No way this was staged. Not with those screams. I started to run but tripped and fell. A guy grabbed me and pulled me into the area where they were dissecting this woman like a lab frog. I was at the wrong fucking address. Flipping some numbers was about to lead to my demise. There was no saving this woman. Her entrails were on the floor, and I was slipping in her warm guts. I thought I was a dead woman, until one of the killers recognized me. He knew me from a fetish shoot. I tried to tell him I was no saint. I name dropped who I use to work for and then said I was now a very skilled accomplice phone sex partner. I told him I could do clean up or bring him more girls to mutilate and snuff. We made a deal. My life for my silence and my assistance. Just when I thought I was free, I fucking flipped some numbers and walked right into a real snuff flick.

God Likes It, How About You?

Blasphemy phone sex

 

I hope you know that blasphemy phone sex is much more than just taking the lord’s name in vain or slapping around a nasty tempered nun.  At least, it is with me.  When you have a dark beast inside you driving your every desire, sacreligious sex becomes something evil and twisted.  Even the most fucked up and foul bible bashing pussy pounders tend to tap out of our cum drenched Christ crushing conversations earlier than they had expected.

Maybe the thought of me sitting on a group of debilitated nun faces and grinding my brown-pink asshole into their mouths while I mutilate their titties with a sharpened rosary gets guys off early, but the fear in their voice tells me that they’re too scared to finish.  Of me, of God or whatever.  Something about jamming a holy chalice rim first into a tight assed Reverend Mother’s hairy yet unsullied shit hole until she cums so hard that she gushes pussy juice and blood filled ass slime makes some wannabe butt abusing blasphemers hang up before I’m even close to being done with my sordid story.  Look, they paid the toll and knew what they were getting into.  It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of Nancies.

Some guys think that they can handle the thought of me ordering a dirty P loving priest to defile and abuse his innocent little altar attendants in every way imaginable while I please my pussy with an extra large crucifix until it’s a mangled bloody pulp, but when I get to bellowing out my favorite movie quote of all time, all I hear is a click and silence on the other end.  “Let Jesus fuck you!  Let Jesus fuck you!” is a phrase that’s turned me on since I was a little girl.  I guess they don’t like “The Exorcist” as much as I do.  Fucking faggots.

I hope you know what you’re asking for when you tell me you want to have some blasphemy phone sex.  Judging from my prior unholy fuck call experience, you’ll probably bail out before your time is up.  I don’t care if you cum or not, you already gave me your money.  If you don’t like it, toughen up and call me back.  Know what you’re asking for before you open your fat mouth.  And just remember, God is always watching and I guarantee you he likes to jerk his life giving cock to all of the pain and suffering he’s created.  I’m here to help him get off.  How about you?

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexI like medical fetish phone sex because I dissect cocks and balls like frogs from my high school biology days. I enjoy cock and ball torture. I am of the philosophy that if you abuse it, you lose it. I am not talking about beating your meat too much. Hell, I am not even talking about force fucking little whores. You try to make me your bitch, you lose your junk. But not quickly. Hell, no. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain. I had another dick wad try to force himself on me. I guess guys like a challenge, or they are just that clueless. When I go to a bar, I am not sending the buy me a drink and take me home and fuck me vibes. I will never send those vibes to any guy. I never get drunk. I am never out of control. I do not need sex like most woman. I am built much differently than the typical chick. So, when some loser comes on to me with some unoriginal line when I am trying to enjoy my bourbon at the bar, he is rarely seen again. Chip is no more. I brought him home, but only to mutilate his junk with some castration phone sex. I tied him to my bed. I peeled the foreskin of his dick with a razor blade. It was torturous for him, but pure joy for me. Of course, I put a sounding device down his urethra too. I am into torture and pain. I bet you could tell that. I took the skin off his dick and balls before I removed the balls and shoved them in his mouth. It was a memorable night full of torture for me. I do not think I could have asked for a better date night. Now, Chip, if he were still alive might not agree, but his opinion never mattered. Just like yours never will either.

Castration Phone Sex is Always Fun for Me

castration phone sexI am known for castration phone sex. I have never shied away from whacking off a pair of nuts. Sometimes, a guy pisses me off so much, I just take the entire kit and caboodle. Joshua is a P man. You might be too. Nothing wrong with it. I do not judge. I hate brats so it is no skin off my nose if you want to kill a little whore or explore your rape fantasies with one. I will never be a mother. I would end up like a guinea pig, eating her own at the first sign of weakness. Joshua is a weak man. He has been arrested a few times for being in possession of brat porn. He got caught once showing his little weenie to schoolgirls. Now, he is on the registry. He is labeled a P offender for life. He cannot control his urges. With his tiny shrimp dick, I doubt even the youngest of girls would feel his pathetic nub. Hell, he is so small, I questioned if he could even pop a cherry. He did not deserve to have a willy. No grown ass woman would want him, and I doubt any underdeveloped Lolita would either. He hired me for junk removal. He had the money to pay my fee. I strapped him into my castration chair, but he was too small for me to separate his cock from his balls like normal. I used torture sex to remove his junk. I know, it sounds painful. It is painful. I strapped his worthless dick and nuggets to a board, and I trampled his junk in high heels. I borrowed a page from a CBT book. I crushed his walnut sized balls and severed his pathetic penis with my high heel. Hearing him scream in pain made my pussy drip. I love to torture a loser. It did not take me long to dance a little jig on his junk and turn him into a eunuch. I butchered his cock and balls with body weight and high heels. It did not look pretty, but neither did his junk when it was intact. He got more than he bargained for with this taboo phone sex bitch.

Torture Sex Soul Eater Morticia

Torture sex Soul Eater is what I am. You will surrender to me. My very desire is for destroying young little cunts, pervert penises and filthy whores. I am a succubus that feeds off of the things that society shames and the things that people cherish. Young girls are filthy sluts for pervert prey just like the worthless sick fuck Scarlett. A worthless tranny that jerks her cock off to little girls. She makes them watch her. I want to make her fuck that young hole open with the brats mother forced to watch. I will then castrate the fuck. My friends and I will surround this filth pig and abduct her. cuff the whore shemale p-daddy and drag her off to the dessert.

A furry friend of mine, a bitch in heat wearing panties will piss in them. I will shove those bitch hormone rich soaked panties and shove them in the pervert p-whore’s mouth. She will be tied to a metal bench and the spreader bar between her legs. Her cock will be covered in innocence blood from violation and ripping of the young virgin cunt. She will be left for the Wolves to feast upon and the vermin to as well. This whore will left in the desert sun and scorched for days.

Happy Fucking Mother’s Day

Bloody phone sex

 

The last time I spent Mother’s Day with my bitch of a mom was the last time I ever saw her, and wouldn’t you know it, we both ended up covered in blood and bruises.  Her more than me.  She got her fair share of licks in, but when I bid my mother a final goodbye, I left Joann in a bloody heap on the floor. 

I was trying to be nice and rebuild the bridge between us that she had always done her best to burn.  I mean, surely if I can forgive years of torment and torture at the hands of her and all of the predatorial pricks she kept around, she can find it in her to be nice for a few hours while we try to catch up, right?  Fuck no, that cuntbag whore didn’t even say thank you for the gift and card I brought her and scoffed at the notion of eating lunch with me.  When I asked if I should “just leave” she went off saying that she didn’t even know why I was there in the first place.

I saw red and when I see red, shit gets real bad, real quick.  I don’t remember everything, you tend to forget shit when you lose control.  I do know that I leapt over the table like a wild cat on its prey and started hammer fisting Joann’s face over and over again.  Whore fish hooked me, jerking me off of her with one of her nicotine stained fingers in my cheek then rang my bell with a solid left hook.  She scrambled to her feet and was about to punt kick my face when I grabbed her by her Crocs, bit the fuck out of her ankle and used my low center of gravity to wrestle her back to the floor.  I reached up, grabbed the Yankee Candle I got her and smashed it over Joann’s head.  That took the fire out of her real quick.

I got to my feet and stomped her torso several times while screaming every obscenity at her I could conjure up at the moment.  I remember noticing the bloody glass beside her and couldn’t resist carving “MOM” into the cunt’s forehead which made her scream out in pain for the first time.  I did enjoy that.  After that I ripped up the card and let it rain down on her as I told her what a horrible mother she was, then turned and walked out the door without ever looking back.  That was a few years ago.  I hear she died recently.  Drug overdose, of course.  Good fucking riddance.  My only regret at this point is that I wasn’t the one who offed the bitch.

Anyway, happy fucking Mother’s Day you miserable piece of dead ass, daughter fucking, dick sucking, demon loving shit!  I hope you’re sucking all the cocks in hell, Whore!  

 

Snuff Porn Makes Me Money

snuff pornWeekends are for snuff porn for me. I used to just make homemade snuff flicks for my pleasure. Then about ten years ago, a guy asked me to make one for him. Sort of a keepsake of a kill I did for hire for him. That was a profitable move on my part. One, I have been recreating ever since. I do not need a partner in crime or a client to make snuff films though. But if I am going to kill anyway, why not make a profit, right? Tony approached me last week about a snuff film he wanted of his ex-wife. She has been bleeding him dry financially for years. That is because she knows his dirty secrets. He has been banging his daughter for a few years. The wife, who is the girl’s stepmom, found out. Instead of doing the right thing like going to the cops or something, she blackmailed him. He wanted the cunt gone because she is a liability. He wanted to add to his collection of snuff movies though too. Not a problem for me. I will kill anyone for pleasure or profit. I hate gold diggers anyway. I made her murder look like a home invasion gone wrong. We set the ex-husband up with an airtight alibi because the ex-husband is always a suspect. I had fun with this one. She was in a nice house, on his dime of course. White rugs and furniture everywhere. I turned everything blood red. I broke into the safe and stole the jewels and pictures she had. This cunt had blackmail material on some powerful men. I wanted to leave some of the pictures, but that would cast more suspicion on my client. I took them all. I stabbed her in a staged frenzy so that the murder looked unplanned. Her bright red blood stained the white walls, rugs and furniture quickly. It was a bloody phone sex massacre. All captured on film too. My client was very happy to get a call from me on a burner cell he uses. He tossed in some bonus money for making her death extra violent. Who says crime does not pay?

Necrophilia Phone Sex Code Blue

Fucking the dead is what Necrophilia phone sex is all about, and it’s what I love. It’s great that my Mother is a Night Nurse and I will visit the Hospital late at night. Skeleton staff is the best staff. I roam the Halls and of the intensive care silently stalking for attractive men on life support. I play Night Nurse too. I love getting my hands on the syringes and all these different fluids. I have learned to inject a little air in the tubes of their IV’s and then climb on for a ride. That code blue alarm is a turn on while I am riding this man to his last beat of his heart. This is a high for me and feeling the guy die while inside me is what makes me cum hardest.

Necrophilia phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies of Snuff

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

 

Drunk, and drugged by something slipped in my drink. Here we go again is all I could think as my eye lids got heavy. I was on my way out and these three nice men are going to help me into a cab. I don’t notice that this is a personal car and one of these nice men was driving it. Then I was out. Lulled during the drive and forced awake with a sniff of something and finding myself cuffed to a hospital stretcher. The three men from earlier where there. All of them wearing black leather masks and butcher aprons. I saw the hatchets in their hands as they smiled at me. They were put down if only for a moment and all three of them had their cocks rock hard and probing away at my holes. I was unable to move. Just laid there aware of everything but listless. I saw bright lights and know this is the big one. I will be fucked to death then hacked to pieces for gator alley food.