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Torture Phone Sex Sexy Slut

Sliced up and left beside the dumpsters in the dark alleys of any big city is the best place for the perfect bodied, abnoxiouxiously stupid blonde bimbo of the night. Jack the Ripper had my type all the time and I really wish I was one of his victims. Living in the victorian age is something that I have fantasized about. The classes and beauty of the dress and oh how whores ruled the towns. I’m always daydreaming one day my Jack with a knife would be the one to rip the life from me. Slicing me into red ribbons as my life flowed into the gutters and streets under the gaslight and rain. I am the filth that belongs in the sewers. I am the whore that shamed you. My existence is a stolen one and you are the one to save me. Please, my lover in the shadows, take me and mutilate me. 

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Jezabels’ Evil Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexJealousy sometimes fuels my snuff phone sex. I see these whores around town with big round beautiful tits and I get enraged. I need to have these tits to play with for myself! I may be young still but my tit set will never be as round and beautiful as theirs.

By the age of 19 most chicks have what they will have. I refuse a tit job, and prefer to make my jealous rage into something that will get my pussy off at the same time! I lure these bitches into death but first a bit of torture will sustain me and my longing to have the perfect rack.

My long thin scalpel is perfect for slicing nipples and into the flesh of a slut. The nipples’ perfectly cut off like a piece of pepperoni and shoved up their ass so you can fuck then into that anal cavity where they belong.

Then you and maybe a few buddies with similar fact cocks can fuck large tit holes until they swell with cum and explode all over me. Blood and cum some of my favorite things. Don’t forget she has other holes and we can always carve out some more for a gangbang rape porn session!

Addicted to Snuff Porn Since High School

snuff pornWhen I was younger, I did not watch Disney movies. I watched horror films. I had no interest in princess type or romantic movies. Age appropriate movies were boring. Horror and Snuff porn turned me on. I read sexy stories about girls dismembering boys. When I was a teenager, girls my age were experimenting with sex and drugs. I was disfiguring neighbor girls and sexually mutilating the mean girls in my school. I am a sociopath, but I never harmed animals. I like them more than people. I was inspired by movies like Hostel and Saw. Torture movies made me want to cut and disfigure stupid and bitchy girls. I remember my first victim like it was yesterday. Ashley. The queen bee of my school. The girls at my school either wanted to be her or they feared her. I just hated her. After one partially brutal day of her harassing me for being different, I stabbed her 102 times in a mall bathroom, 50 of those stabs to her bitch cunt. I had done it a million times in my head. This was the day it happened. It was sloppy and violent. I could have been caught, but her murder was pinned on a local pervert with a penchant for hot teen sluts. It was just my luck he was at the mall the same day and caught on camera chatting her up. I got a taste for murder that day and I did not even have a driver’s license yet. I got away with it and that emblazoned me. I took it as a sign I was meant to murder. Now, I am a snuff sex addict. I love the smell, the feel and the taste of a young girl’s blood. Bloody violence turns me on. From stabbing and cutting to castrating and chopping to eviscerating and gutting, the bloodier the better. If you are a worthless fuck pig, then I will kill and gut you like Ashley. If you are a sadistic like me, let’s go hunting and see what kind of trouble we can get into.

Pandemic Snuff Sex

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex I have had during this pandemic. This fucking virus is making many men weak, and desperate. It is like they think they will never fuck a woman again. I do not give off vibes that suggest I want to be your girlfriend. In fact, I go through great lengths to suggest just the opposite. I never make eye contact with men. I do not talk to them wherever I may be. I dress Goth, hiding my figure. I do not go to clubs. Yet every damn day one of you losers thinks I am sending you signals. Horny fucking dogs come sniffing around me every damn day. He hit on me in a fucking gun shop. I was buying a firearm for protection. I prefer knives. I have an extensive collection of over 1,000 sharp blades. But with people losing their shit, I wanted some sort of protection that was quick and easy if one of you mother fuckers breaks into my house or does not respect my 6 feet of space. This asshole was giving me some of the lamest come-ons ever. I had to kill him. If not for me, for my fellow chicks. Nah, for me. I do not do sisterhood either. He was in my car thinking we were going to my place to fuck. He pulled his dick out while I was driving and expected me to give him head while driving a car. Stupid fuck. I bit his cock right off in the car. I continued to drive down the highway with his severed pecker in my mouth like a dog with a bone. His blood smeared on my face. He was bleeding out in my car, so I pushed him out. He rolled out of my car down an embankment at 70 miles per hour. About 10 miles later I tossed out his cock. I doubt they will ever find it to sew it back on like they did with John Bobbit. Another cock bites the dust. You may not survive my castration phone sex.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesMy body was still wet from the shower. My head hung limp. I did enjoy the first few minutes of the shower as she finger fucked me and ate my pussy out. But when I mentioned your name, she said you were a pathetic loser with a small dick and weird as fuck. I couldn’t let this little blonde hottie get away with that kind of disrespect for my man. I stood up, kissed her and called her a cunt, and she broke my nose. I went limp and she carried me to my bed. She positioned me on the bed like a lifeless doll. She told me I’d be prettier dead. She cut my tits and stabbed my cunt. I could not even scream. The pain was so bad. She took pictures of me in different positions and snap chatted with you. As I laid there bleeding, I heard her tell you that I tried to defend you and it ended my life. She shoved a bigger knife up my pussy and put a dildo in my ass too. It wasn’t until you arrived that you believed her. You wasted no time mounting and fucking my cold lifeless body. I thought I meant more to you than that. I died defending you. I guess you two were in it together all along.

The Many Uses for Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexHave you ever wondered what knife play phone sex was all about? I mean not all phone sex places will even allow you to discuss your violent fantasies. I am a no limits / no taboos sick bitch. My only limit is that I am no submissive whore. I do not care if you have a Godzilla sized dick. I will use my knife to cut it off in a heartbeat if you try to dominate me.  All my callers know that I am a kinky bitch who thinks vanilla is an ice cream flavor. I do not do vanilla and vanilla has no place on my snuff sex site. The more perverted, sick and twisted your dark fantasy is, the harder I cum. So far today, I have force fucked a man with a strap on covered in blades to shred his worthless ass. It was anal torture.  I made that dude bleed and cry. He will be on an episode of Sex Sent Me to the ER.  I got to castrate a loser on another call. I am a firm believer that if you do not know how to use your cock properly, you should not have it! In my world, your dick is a privilege, not a right. I assisted another guy in snuffing out his slut niece. She got knifed and gutted like a pig, but only after he explored his sick rape phone sex fantasies with the little cock tease. My favorite call of the day involved making snuff flicks with stupid teen twats who thought they were staring in a girls gone wild film. I make movies more akin to whores gone dead. I ended up gutting and sexually mutilating them with my various knives. The world needs fewer whores, don’t you agree? Sharp blades were the stars of all my calls so far, and the day has just begun for me.

Mutilation phone sex slut Stephanie

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Tonight Daddy had a dark and sinister plan for me. I had no idea what I was walking into when I got home. Everyone else was gone for the day, so it was the perfect opportunity for him to live out his evil fantasy. He wanted to turn his little whore daughter into a bloody, cummy pile of waste to be thrown out like the trash she is. Daddy found out about my mutilation phone sex blog. He was not happy to see his little slut’s picture on the website while he was browsing for a hooker to snuff. That’s what sparked his crazy obsession with force fucking my holes and torturing my pathetic cum slut body. He wanted to punish me for being a cum slurping whore. As soon as I opened the door, he grabbed me and dragged me around by my hair, while punching me in the face and kicking me over and over again. He tied my hands above my head and bound my ankles together with a cord he ripped from the lamp. Daddy took out his big hunting knife and licked the blade before he slid the tip softly down my bloody naked body. Once it reached my belly button, he forced that cold, sharp blade in and lifted, slicing me upwards into my chest. Daddy looked down and could see his cock slide in and out of his fuck slut gapping stomach hole. This got him so turned oh that he shot cum all inside of me. I was a bloody, cummy disgusting mess when Daddy dumped me on the floor like the trash I am and left me there to die.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Sick Fantasy

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Do you enjoy medical fetish phone sex? I have a weird fantasy. More like a dark desire. I want to go to a sadistic gynecologist. I want to be completely naked and in stirrups. I want to be strapped down and sexually tortured until I pass out or die. I know. I am fucked up. I was at the hospital a couple days ago for a Covid-19 test. I saw all these handsome doctors around and wondered if any of them were sadistic, woman hating bastards. I know they take an oath to help people, but many folks still believe Jack the Ripper was a doctor. Maybe that is where I got my demented medical fantasy. I have a love for true crime. I masturbate thinking of myself as the victim. Sick bitch, I know. Maybe you would like to play doctor with me? Have you ever wanted to sterilize a girl? Or mutilate her sex organs so she will never reproduce or fuck again? You know, ruin a woman forever. My fantasy is dark, but I am constantly masturbating to it.  I am probed with a sharp speculum that cuts my cervix. Shreds my girl parts until my womb is empty. I am strapped down with my internal girl parts in a bloody pile on the floor. You would think that would be enough, but no. I want fucked with a cattle prod. I want my clit burned with a blow torch. I want my labia lips cut off with scissors. Violent and sadistic torture sex of my female parts makes my pussy so wet. And, let’s not forget about sexually mutilating my tits and asshole either. They are up for torture too. Damn, I need some violent fucking. I would settle for some violent phone fun, however. Think you are sadistic enough for me?

Taboo Phone Sex Whore and Dumb Bitch

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex whores who make snuff films and get high are popular, especially in times like these.  I answered a want ad for a snuff actress. I saw the ad on the dark net. The pay was too good to pass up and as usual, I needed drug money. Cannot be a party whore without party favors. I have done all sorts of staged snuff films. I often end up black and blue, sometimes even bloody, but I heal quickly. This film was a rough anal porn. I am the queen of anal sex movies. I can take anything up my ass from baseball bats to broken bottles

When I showed up at the address provided, a guy tied me up immediately. No script was provided, which should have been my clue that this was not going to be a staged film. Everyone in the industry uses a script for ass rape porn movies. He told me I had no lines. He said my only job was just to look scared and scream in pain. I should have been a scream queen because I have some lungs. Once, my costars started using my body as a punching bag the screams turned real. There were several men with their cocks out and their fists clinched. They went Mike Tyson on my tiny frame. Punch after punch I screamed louder, but that was nothing compared to the noises I made when they began brutally torturing my ass.

They shoved baseball bats, fists, guns, wine bottles, hammers, and even a rolling pin up my ass as they skull fucked me. I regretted the gig. I felt blood running down my ass. When they were done, I had to bend over so they could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside. I realized there was no camera anywhere. When I asked about payment, they kicked me. The man I thought was the director called me a stupid whore as he tossed me out on to the street. I gave them free anal torture sex like the dumb bitch I am.

Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Tingly

castration phone sexI do any sick fantasy well, but I do enjoy castration phone sex more than I should.  The thought of a loser being so self-aware that he knows his balls need to be removed makes me all warm and fuzzy. Yes, I know something is wrong with me. I have heard that since I was a little girl. I used to castrate my sisters’ Ken dolls. I also beheaded their Barbie dolls. I am the black sheep of the family. I take after my great grandfather. He was the head of a private prison that experimented on prisoners for profit. They were guinea pigs for pharmaceutical companies giving my great granddad kickbacks. It was cruel and unusual punishment, but these were the dregs of society, so I never understood why anyone gave a fuck about how they were treated. I was just a little girl, but I understood that those men did not deserve the same rights as me or my grandpa or you. When I was a teen girl, I got to assist him. I was set to inherit his prison when the Feds shut him down. I did get all the prison’s content including the electrocution chair. It was made in 1952 way before I was born. I use it for castration and torture sex now. As much as I love castrating men on the phone, the real deal is what gets me wet. It is just that guys I castrate in my grandpa’s old execution chair do not know they deserves to have their nuts gone. The losers who call me, do. I do not need permission, however, to remove some one’s balls or sexually mutilate their sex organs. I do it for the greater good. Small dicked assholes do not need to reproduce more small dicked assholes.