Tag: Mutilation phone sex

Snuff Sex Season

snuff sexWinter is here and it is the best time of the year for snuff sex. It gets darker earlier. You can burry a body under snow and it takes it longer to find the remains. Not that I leave remains, however. I like tossing a dead body outside my kill cabin in winter because the wild animals are hungrier. Coyotes and wolves will tear apart a bloody corpse and even eat the bones. Only remains get shit out of animals and no one is looking for the DNA of a missing young girl in wild animal crap in the deep of the woods. I do enjoy killing girls the most. I am not the kind of girl who has BFFs. I am a lone wolf. I do not bond over boys and make-up or shopping. Now, if you are an equally twisted fuck, I might bond with you in kinship over torture sex. What gets my motor running is inflicting pain on stupid cunts. I like to play with my victims. Sexual mutilation like stapling cunt lips to thighs, piercing nipples and clits, prolapsing assholes… I like old fashioned torture too. Pulling out teeth with pliers, breaking fingers and toes, pulling finger nails out; you know stuff that makes a girl scream. I do not have a cock. Sometimes, I feel like I do, but I need you to help with the sexual violation of my prey. I will use a knife, a strapon, even my fist to hurt a bald cunt, but nothing replaces a cock inside a virgin pussy. I take most of the risk and you get most of the pleasure. How is that not hot and a win win situation? You can leave your DNA all over a young slut and I will get rid of the evidence. Trust me, I know how to hide the bodies. I have slaughtered hundreds of girls since my teens and I have never been caught.  

Castration Phone Sex and CBT

castration phone sexFor most of my callers, castration phone sex is just a fantasy. Most callers would never harm their best friend but for whatever reason, they like to fantasize about a sexy bitch removing their testicles. I have castrated men in real life for money and for fun. Last night, I talked to a real CBT junkie. He sent me bloody dick pics to prove it too. Those are the only kind of dick pics I want to see. He has a mistress he sees weekly, but he is addicted to genital pain and mutilation. We got along great. I am a fan of cock and ball torture. I have used urethral sounding devices before and I have made my own too. I am a fan of those long medical Q-tips and some Icy Hot. If you do not have a sounding device, we can make one to cause your pecker to burn and bleed. I have all kinds of methods for cock and ball torture. Castration is just part of the CBT torture sex that makes my pussy wet. I looked at the picture my late-night caller sent me again this morning. Tacks in his scrotum and around the base of his dick. The urethral sounding device sticking out of his pee hole. Blood tricking down his cock. Work of art. Takes a lot of dedication to do that to yourself too. I was on such a CBT high this morning, that I just had to castrate someone. It is easy nowadays to select a loser for castration. Just go to any news story and read the comments or look at Facebook. Tools are a dime a dozen. I picked the first tool who seemed in close proximity and hit him up on social media. Chuck was happy to come over. He thought I was so turned on by him I wanted to fuck him. He was a candidate for a Darwin award. The loser let me tie him up. He was so annoying; I chopped his balls off with a rusty blade and ten minutes later took his cock too. I had to dispose of his body. Thank goodness he was a runt. I should have known. Little men are the angriest on social media. Apparently delusional with no understanding of women too.

Sick And Sadistic Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation Phone Sex

I told you I was collecting decorations in my basement, didn’t I? Breathing materials to be butchered and rebuilt into one of my greatest creations yet. I wanted to outdo the Human Centipede. I decided to take decorating to the extreme this year; Santa and His Reindeer.

I’ve been cutting and planning, building grotesque prototypes from sawed off bloody body parts, getting my juicy sadistic cunt stuffed with your cock while I do it. I finally decided to give them hooves; I snuck into a local pasture and butchered some bovine beasties, stealing their legs to attach to my sick Holiday sculpture. I sewed those cow legs onto some fat fucks I had harvested from the allies. They screamed, of course. Anesthetic wasn’t something I was offering.

My playground, the one you love more than any other room in my house, was a bloody fucking holiday mess. I had intestines as reins, and had build a sleigh put of still breathing bodies. Glues, and nails, and sewing with silken steel strings proved a sturdy vehicle. My beasts were ready, too. They would even run on their sick fucking legs, the ones I gifted them. I’d mutilated their faces, and made them bits out of detached cocks. All of them had seen my face, but that’s okay. I left them, naked and violently violated, on the steps of City Hall in the middle of a blizzard. My sick Santa creation had frozen to death, all twenty three of my holiday victims sewn together in a grotesque Christmas scene.

Torture Phone Sex

Marley is bitch

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My older sister Marley is the ultimate goody goody. As usual she came home with straight A’s while I had a C average. I’m not dumb just bored. You see I spend a lot of time thinking up different ways to remove “Little Miss Perfect” from my life. I called my boyfriend and we had some evil phone sex. I was fingering my cunt while we talked about my latest idea of poisoning her and then disposing of her corpse in acid. I could hear him fisting his cock as he looked online for ways to order a large drum of acid for our needs. We are planning our own version of a “white Christmas” with lots of coke followed by a red night of blood and sex. I am going to slit her throat and we are going to fuck in the blood as she bleeds out. We will then cut her up and put her in the drum. I’m sure that there will be a great look of shock when she realizes that her little sister has finally followed through with all of my death threats. I am considering on keeping one of her hands to make one of those middle finger candles to burn when I want. A little dark reminder that she is gone and never coming back. I came so hard at that thought that I am currently online buying what I need to make this fantasy a reality.

It Was Not a Snuff Porn Fantasy

snuff pornHe had a snuff porn fantasy. I told him I was the girl for him. I needed the money. I was desperate. Holidays are approaching and my city is back indoors. I am going to need a lot of coke to get through both being shut in and the holidays. He asked me if I had ever seen the movie The Hitcher. I thought I did once upon a time but was not certain. I was still high and honestly, just thinking about the money he was going to pay me. When you are an addict, you never think things through. He made me dress like a street walker. I put on some fishnet stockings, high heels, a leather mini skirt and a trampy looking top. I teased my red hair out like a video vixen.  I even did my make-up in that 80s slut look. Red lipstick, baby blue eye shadow and pink cheeks. I was ready to act out whatever movie scene he wanted, get my money and then get my coke. I was not getting force fucked. This was not some ass rape porn gig either. He planned on killing me. Literally, he wanted to rip me in shreds, and I was too stupid to realize it until it was too late. I was standing between two semi-trucks and still clueless. He chained one arm to one rig and the other arm to the other rig. Still, I thought this was fake. I had no memory of the movie. If I had, I may not have agreed. I had no idea he had accomplices in the driver seat of each truck and as they inched forward a little, I was being pulled in two different directions. I pissed myself. Blondie’s song Rip Her to Shreds played in my head as my arm popped out of its socket. My leg pulled out of its socket. Skin tore from my limbs. My left arm tore off first, then my left leg. Blood was spurting everywhere. I must have gone into shock because everything went dark. I remember hearing laughter right before I died. Druggy whores should never agree to snuff sex. It never works out.

Gobble, Gobble

cannibalism phone sex

This weekend was our dry run for Thanksgiving. I served up useless bitch two different ways to see which was preferred. Most enjoyed the over roasted but my taste was more for the deep fried. I really enjoyed the crispy crunch of her flawless skin, the juices running down my chin from inside and the taste was amazing. You see, she was this whiny little shit named Marley from next door that I got tired of and decided to end her existence. She fought hard but I fought dirtier. I knocked her stupid ass out with some chloroform, hung her on the rack like an animal, and then started sectioning her out while she was still alive. I cut her arms and legs off first and wrapped them for the freezer. She was barely hanging on at that point so I cut off both of tits. She died watching me toss her tits to the ground like they were nothing. After that I gutted the bitch and then cut the head off. My dogs got a special treat that night-roasted bitch head complete with an apple shoved in her not-so-loud-now mouth. For treats I made intestine cookies for them. I cooked up the thigh sections tonight but I think for Thanksgiving day I will cook up the torso complete with stuffing in her cunt. I can’t wait to carve that bitch up and serve her to my family and friends! Yum!

Is it cold in here or just me?

sex with dead bodies

As any good snuff girl should, I think about sex with dead bodies. You see I like to think about myself being killed and then someone enjoying my little body before it is thrown away or cut up. Them shoving their hard cocks into my mouth, pussy, ass and throat with little care as to how rough they get. They will use me as a little sex doll to get their pleasure from me until my body cools too much and I get stiff. Cut each of my hands off and curl the fingers up to use for jerking off cocks, slice my pretty feet off and send to those who are into fucking feet.  Remove my arms and legs and keep my torso in the freezer for use of my pussy and asshole later. Remove my head and pull the teeth out to make it easier to use my mouth for whatever they want to stick in it. Maybe toss my remains out into the dumpster that’s nearby and feed my insides to the local strays. They will keep all of the pieces that would be used for identification so that they can get away with this snuff scot free. They will be able to continue to use my pieces for years to cum with proper care!     

Ass Rape Porn Underground Club

ass rape pornUnderground ass rape porn clubs popped up everywhere in the wake of COVID. For a submissive whore like me, that was great news. I made it my quarantine mission to try as many as I could. There is always going to be a risk at these places, and I am not even talking about the virus. Some clubs are gateways to snuff and the sex trade. I have been hurt at a few underground clubs in the past, but like a moth to a flame, I keep going to them. I love taking risks with my life. Not even I value my life. The last club I visited looked like many others. It was in an old warehouse in a bad part of town. Brick and mortar, dark and damp. There were sawhorses and anal torture devices around. Men in executioner clothes. I met a guy who took a shine to me. He likes busty blond bimbos. We went to a private room where he tied me to the sawhorse, so my ass was exposed and at the right height to be sodomized. No lube. No warning. He barely talked to me, except to call me the occasional name. He started out predictable. He fisted me for foreplay and then sodomized me. When my ass was not as tight as he expected, he got mad. I heard him at the table of devices. He grabbed something metal. I soon found out it was a metal hook. It felt cold and it hurt like hell as he rammed it in my ass. But that was nothing to what happened next. He hoisted me up in the air still attached to the hobby horse. My body weight and that of the hobby horse suspended only by a metal meat hook. I felt my asshole tearing. It was ripping. Too much weight being suspended. Suddenly, it ripped apart my asshole and I fell to the cold concrete floor. The sawhorse broke and my body landed sprawled out in the wreckage. I was crying from the pain. He just laughed and told me to get out of his sight. I do not think I will return to that club anytime soon. He brutalized my ass.

Home alone? Not for long…….

home invasion phone sex

Home invasion phone sex can be difficult to tackle if you aren’t up to snuff-smile. I got home before both of my parents for once and was looking forward to a quiet afternoon of showering and playing with myself. I had just gotten out of the shower, dried off and lotion applied. I opened my door to go to my room and was met in the hall by a guy with a large hunting knife. He eyed me up and down appreciatively and when I opened my mouth to scream he shoved a gag in it. He said that he wanted to have some fun before he let me scream. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and went into my room. He threw me onto my bed and laughed at my crying. He said that I had nothing to cry about-yet. My eyes went big and he said that if I fucked him well that he wouldn’t need to use the knife. He then undid his pants, pulled them and his underwear off and put my hand on his cock. He told me to keep stroking until he told me to stop. He held the knife to my throat while I stroked him so I wouldn’t try anything dumb. As I was milking his hard fuck stick he was stroking my tiny teen twat. He then backed away from my hand and told me to lay back. I had tears running down my face as he mounted me and used his pre-cum as lube. I was screaming when he shoved that sea monster into my little cunny and broke through my womanhood. He looked surprised for a minute and then he went back to slamming in and out of me. He was getting closer to cumming and told me that he was going to remove my gag and that if I did anything dumb he was going to kill me. I nodded my agreement and he pulled the gag out. I screamed as loud as I could and he took that big knife and buried it to the hilt right in the middle of my chest. He then gave it a turn and started wiggling it back and forth. He came with a slight groan and then took the knife out of my chest and stabbed it into my pussy. As my blood ran out of my cunt and onto my bed he leaned over and cut one of nipples off as a trophy. He gave me a little kiss on my lips as the life drained from my eyes. Last thing I saw was him using my removed nipple like a pacifier. I was long dead before my parents got home. I sure learned a painful lesson that day.

Marley pieces

mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex makes me go to pieces! Today they found what was left of my body. I was found in a drainage ditch a short drive from my home. They found my head which had been severed by a piano wire, most of my torso which had bite marks in it, and one of my hands. From what they could see I had been beaten before being dumped on the side of the road. What they don’t know is how it happened. You see I met a guy online who promised to fulfill every fantasy that I had ever had. We had talked about my depression and how I ultimately kill myself but that I would like to enjoy it. He agreed and so we met at a cabin in the woods. He took this last picture of me and then we began. He tied my arms up above my head, tied my legs up behind me and put a gag in my mouth. He then lowered the ropes enough that he could fuck me from behind. But before that happened he used my body like a punching bag. There was’t even a spot that didn’t have bruises on it. While I was crying and going in and out of consciousness he took a couple of big bites out of my torso, he looked up at me grinning with my blood and flesh running down his chin. He then removed my gag and got behind me. My pussy was wet already so he slid his cock into me and started fucking me by holding onto my hips so I didn’t swing away from him. After a few strokes he pulled a piece of piano wire from his pocket and wrapped it around my throat. He used that to hold my body in place while he both strangled and fucked me. I could feel the wire cutting into me but I tried to concentrate on the fucking I was getting. I started choking and he leaned down and said this is it I can’t wait to hear you take your last breath. All I could see was stars and then it all went black. He finished the job by completely removing my head from my body, then using the same wire to slice through my hands and feet. He then gave my cold lips a deep kiss and dumped my body into the ditch. It was exactly how I wanted to go but wish that the animals had done a better job of taking off with the rest of my body.