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Mutilation Phone Sex Fuels My Love Of Flaying

Mutilation Phone SexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at for a reason. The little fairy tales I play with you are all based off of the evil things I’ve done. You need to understand that I’m a sadistic bitch straight from the depths of hell, and nothing makes my ghoulish cunt wetter than mutilating a useless meat sack with a flaying knife.That’s the weapon of my choice.

I was hunting in the early hours as an absolute favorite treat of mine is the capture of joggers. Be fucking real, no one willingly puts themselves through the hell that is running unless they love to be tortured. I always pull the same stunt. I act injured, posing as a fellow jogger. I beg to use their cell phone. When those pathetic fucks hand it over, I smash it with a hard stomp; they’re lucky it wasn’t their head! I overpower them in an instant, catching them off guard, and slipping a syringe into an artery so they go night night until it’s really play time.

This is the part I get my inspiration for our mutilation phone sex sessions. I take my new toys home, and put them in my special playroom. The one I caught this morning was a nice, strong handsome one. He had tried to take advantage of me when he found me hurt. Bad move, pig. I pulled out my fish flaying knife, and circle my catch. I’m naked, rubbing my cunt to the thought of what was in store for him. He woke up screaming as I peeled away strip after strip of skin from his back.

Yeah, I was going to skin him alive for trying to violate mine. Piece by piece I took him apart, avoiding arteries and major organs. When I finished cutting him to pieces, to the point he was still breathing and barely bleeding, I sprayed that motherfucking rack of ribs down with a saltwater bath. His screams were sweet music to my ears.

I kept him like that for three days, until his pathetic wimperings became irksome. I left him in a room with two dozen hungry rats. I’d be back in a week to collect my sweet pets while I pick my teeth with his bones. Do you understand why I love mutilation phone sex now? I’m a true sadistic bitch.
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Fuck My Severed Head

I can smell my own cunt on his hand as he holds my mouth to muffle my screams!

My naked body is pressed against the gritty brick wall and it tears my tits with every punishing thrust of his cock in my shredded ass.

Moistness rushes to my pussy lips as he grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back. His sadistic voice strikes fear in me and my body can’t help but react! My heart speeds up and my cunt starts to drip as he whispers in my ear, ” You are nothing but a filthy dirty whore and you deserve to die!”

My raw ass stings as his hard throbbing cock erupts inside of me! And through the wrenching pain, my cunt starts pulsing with uncontrollable spasms!

Snuff pornI know this will not end well and I start to plead for my life as he throws me to the ground. In a fit of rage, my sadistic seducer starts stabbing my mutilated cunt over and over, extinguishing the squirting orgasm and unleashing gushes of blood!

I can see the anger and the rage in his eyes as he cuts the flesh off my mound and the sadness as he lifts the meat to his face for one last intoxicating smell.

He moves on to my tits, slashing the nipples one at a time!

Then my mouth…he lowers himself down for one last kiss of my sweet soft mouth. Then with one final blow, my head is removed!

My eyes, though dead, continue to stare at his cock while he fucks my severed head until warm creamy cum drips from my bottomless throat!

When he is done, he tosses my bloody cum filled head aside and I clumsily roll in the opposite direction as he walks away.

Then I wake up! Check my nipples…yup, still there. Pussy…mmmm still there and sooo creamy wet!

 

I Don’t Fuck Around, I Kill

Snuff Phone SexThe weekends are for hunting. Fresh blood gets my cunt all drippy and slippy, and I love to fuck myself with my huge black dildo. I was sitting at the bar when this older man approached me. “Hi, I’m Levi. Can I buy you a drink?” I didn’t give a fuck what his name was, but I let him go ahead and buy me some Jim Beam Sour Apple shots. He chattered on about his day, and his interests, and how beautiful I was. All I could think about was ripping out his fucking tongue.
I wondered what his cock would look like stuffed down his throat. I wanted to put his tongue up his asshole. I wanted to hurt this mother fucker more and more with every breath he took. What a useless meat bag.
But, needed to play the game, I turned and batted my long lashes at him. My eyes were intense as I rose and beckoned him to follow me out into the alley. “So you want to fuck around?” He grinned. He thought he was finally getting some ass. He was going to get something alright. I nipped him with a needle right in his neck, and that tranquilizer had him collapsed in seconds. “I don’t fuck around, meat bag. I kill.”
He woke up in my playroom; the sub-basement of my home. He was chained, and hanging from the ceiling by his wrists alone, toes barely grazing the floor. I stood before him, just as naked as he was. My cunt was running rivers down my thighs, and the smile on my face was pure sadism. I didn’t know if I’d be killing him tonight, or if I’d flay him strip by strip. I’ll let you know what I decide, and how it goes; for him, that is. Either way, baby girl is a fucking winner. I can’t wait to fuck my dildo, and use his blood as lube.

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Knife play phone sex whore

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I’ve been told that I have a very twisted imagination. I get turned on by things that most other sluts wouldn’t dare even talk about. My wildest fantasy is for someone to turn this nasty knife play phone sex slut into a real snuffed out gutter whore! I want to be gutted and have my hollowed out corpse fucked and shot full of cum! I dream of finding a guy dark enough to watch and stroke his cock as I cut myself open for him. I’ll make him bite my nipples off as I gash holes into my slut stomach for him to fuck. I’ll be his little pain slut and slowly pull my own intestines out as I finger my blood soaked cunt for him. I want to make my pathetic pussy cum for him as he watches the last signs of life slip away from me. Are you ready to fuck my holes and drain your balls into me until I get cold and stiff? Then, toss me to the side as you go lure in your next torture slut. I’ll be the hottest little snuff princess you’ve ever seen!

 

Sadistically Hunting A Trophy Wife

Mutilation Phone SexWhen I hunt, I like to take trophies from my victims. I want to relive the sweet sadiction of my victory again and again. I remember every single whore I’ve ever snuffed out, and my cunt is grateful for the never ending spank bank material, if you know what I mean.
Listen closely, sweet pet. It’s story time; do you remember the tooth fairy? Yeah, that little creature that trades your baby teeth for money? Think of me as the older sister of those sweet, innocent fae. I’m a bone fairy, and baby I’m here to collect my due.
I keep a menagerie of curiosities: mummified starfish, dried tarantulas, taxidermy sharks. My human collection is all my favorite, and all home made. I always dismember my prey in a field so their blood may feed into the cornstalks.
I see you watch me, your eyes cold like jade as I show you my toys; a femur from a young girl, the teeth of some old bitch, preserved organs, a liver, a heart.
Sometimes, when I’m hunting I only attack and take a trophy. I want my victims to fear that I’ll come back to collect the rest of what I’m due. I will. Tonight, I’m going to go match these ring fingers with the red headed bitch they belong to. Are you tagging along to help, or just to jack off while you watch me work?

 

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.