Tag: Mutilation phone sex

What Fresh Hell is This?

Bloody phone sexWith the pipe still shoved in my ass, he called her over to me. He asked her to cut me on my breasts, both sides. She hesitated at first and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her head back. I growled at him through my frustration. He glanced at me and laughed as he told her that if she didn’t adhere to his whims, she’d face a similar treatment. She nodded her head, and he released her. Almost immediately after her release, I felt the bite of steel across my left breast, and I hissed with the pain. Then came the slice across my right breast. He kissed Brandy on the cheek, gently grabbing the knife from her with the act. Before I knew what was going on, he had the knife stabbed beyond the hilt into my stomach. With that final act of violence, he took his dick out and shoved it into me. He fucked me senseless as I bled out down onto his dick and balls, causing my own blood to lubricate his thrusts. The entire time, the pipe in my ass was slowly sliding out of my ass with the force of gravity. He spent himself into my pussy only moments before the pipe hit the ground and my life snuffed out.

Hell Has Arrived

I could feel blood oozing from the 8 gashes he’d left on my body, never in the same place. I peeked one eye open just in time to see him taking the pipe back from Brandy. I took a deep breath, because I knew this next bit would be what would get the screams he was looking for. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself as best I could in the few seconds between that time and the time I heard the pipe slice through the air, landing hard on the fleshy area between my rib cage and my hip on the left side. I shrieked with the pain of that pipe slamming into my innards. He swung it again quickly, striking the other side in about the same place. He hit both sides once more each, then swung lower and hit my hips on each side, then my thighs, drawing stronger screams with each blow.mutilation phone sex

When he finally stopped, I was heaving tearful wails, struggling to catch my breath. After a minute or 2, I realized nothing else had happened in a while, and I finally mustered up my courage to glance in his direction. He was moving closer, but the smile plastered on his face was ferociously scary. I noticed the pipe was still in his hand, and my worries doubled. My heart started racing faster, and I could literally feel the sweat start to pour from my skin. When he got just in front of me, he took that pipe, and he shoved it into my pussy until it hit bottom, then shoved more, almost like he was trying to force that pipe up through my body from my cervix. I screamed and thrashed, but that only made it worse, so I tried my best to be still and just endure it. He pulled it mostly back out, then pounded it deeper into my pussy, shoving harder. After what felt like another 5 minutes of that insistent, drilling pressure in my pussy, I felt it leave me.evil phone sex

I should have been prepared for it, but I wasn’t. Almost immediately after that was removed from my pussy, I felt it rammed into my ass, and I swear it felt like it went straight up my spine and into my neck, so forceful was his hand. I screamed in frustration and I cried. I looked pleadingly at Brandy, and she mouthed an apology for the pain I was going through, but gave me a thumbs up for taking it like a champ.

TBC

A Hell This Way Comes

I had an amazing day Sunday. Brandy, a friend of mine from https://fuckaliciousfreaks.com/, called me up and asked me to help her out with a caller. I agreed, because she’s a slammin’ hottie who can fuck like nothing. We usually have a good time.sadistic phone sex

This time, she tied me up immediately upon my agreement, and then hung me from a hook in her ceiling that I hadn’t really noticed before. Then, he walked in. I recognized him from a few of my own chats. My blood froze in my veins. The metal pipe in his hands did nothing to help matters, and my breath caught. I literally couldn’t breathe for several seconds. Brandy looked me in the eyes and promised she’d take care of me after we were done, and thanked me for helping her out. My eyes pleaded with her to let me out of this, but she winked at me and stepped to the side, out of my line of vision. rape phone sex fantasies

When she returned, she was carrying a whip in one hand and a knife in the other. He walked over to her and traded the pipe out for the whip. I closed my eyes and waited. I could literally hear the sound of the whip as it slashed through the air just seconds before I heard and felt the crack of it against my skin. It hit my left breast, gashing it, and I hissed in pain. The whip slashed through the air 7 more times as I gritted my teeth and hummed and grunted with the pain. I knew he enjoyed screams, and I wasn’t ready to grant him that pleasure. When he finally struck that 8th blow, and I heard him sigh, I knew he’d given up on the whip.

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Castration Phone Sex Fever

castration phone sexCastration phone sex follows full moon fever. Men want my junk removal services in far higher numbers after a full moon. There is something about a lunar eclipse that makes people crazy. The term lunatic is centuries old and was coined after people started exhibiting crazy behavior following the lunar cycles. I don’t know if I believe the moon makes people crazy. I think it is just an excuse to act on your darker desires. You can later say, “the moon made me do it.” But, following every full moon, I see an increase in junk removal calls and personal requests to castrate men who know I will do it for them. So last full moon was Aug 18. The very next day, I was flooded with not only castration calls, but 23 personal requests for  junk removal. That was a record in one day. Did I do it you ask? Hell yes. Not only does it make my cunt wet to cut off some loser’s testicles, but I make them pay for the honor of my time. I’m doing all the work. I’m taking all the risk because the stupid law says a man cannot consent to castration. It is viewed as mutilation to the body and no one can legally consent to that. I know. Stupid laws.

snuff porn There are plenty of wise men who know they don’t deserve balls; they are just total chicken shits and can’t do it themselves. I have a castration chair and all the tools necessary to take your balls and prevent you from bleeding out. Most of the time, I prevent you from bleeding out. But one of my 23 full moon fever guys may have not survived. Consider this a warning. If you pay me to take your junk, there is no wiggle room to back out. If you are strapped to the chair already, you are losing your nuts.  And, don’t say you are going to turn me into the cops. Well don’t say it unless you want to lose your junk and star in a snuff porn too. So who needs junk removal today?

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies with an Extreme Pain Slut

taboo phone sexWhat are you taboo phone sex fantasies? I have all kinds, but my favorite involve torture. I am a pain slut. It all started when I was very young. Daddy did very bad things to my ass. According to my therapist, I cut myself as a way to feel in control over a life that was out of control. It was a bunch of psycho babble. The truth was I was a pain whore. I would use daddy’s razor blades to cut my flesh, then use my own blood as lube to play with my pussy. I wasn’t traumatized by daddy using my bottom like I was an ass rape porn star. I realized I loved pain. I also discovered I had a morbid curiosity for blood. Flash forward two decades and I am a submissive whore who loves to be hurt. I need men who aren’t afraid to leave a mark on me. Knives, razor blades, nails, hammers, pliers, hat pins… Sharp and blunt objects that can cause deadly trauma are my favorite for you to use on me. I am well beyond the ropes and chains phase of my life. I have built up a high tolerance for pain over the years. What kind of damage can you do to me? Are you man enough to do it?

Snuff Porn is Real

snuff porn Snuff porn is 99.9% fake. At least what is on the Internet is fake. But, every now and again one makes it on the Internet and people assume it is a really good fake snuff film, but it’s not. I saw one recently I knew was real. My companion for the night asked me how I knew it was not fake. I knew because I was there. About three years ago I woke up chained in a basement. I had clearly been force fucked for hrs, maybe even days. The last I had remembered, I was having drinks with a guy I met online. That man drugged me and sold me to a guy for $1,ooo. A mere grand was all my life was worth. I was not the only woman in that dungeon. This was clearly a Hostel type situation. Women were kidnapped, drugged and sold to the highest bidder to do whatever the fuck they wanted to them. I thought I had been sold simply for gangbang rape porn. That was just foreplay to them.

gangbang rape pornAs I was bound in shackles, I was forced to watch them mutilate a young girl. She didn’t look like a street girl, runaway or even a junkie. This was some family’s pride and joy. The more I focused on her face, the more I realized who she was through the bruises and swelling. She was a high profile missing girl from an affluent family. I knew they would never see their baby girl again. I watched as some masochistic asshole put her on an old time rack. I didn’t know they existed. Her tiny teen body was torn in half. I watched mortified, fearing that was my fate next. I wanted to vomit as I watched her body twitch. She did not die instantly. Her brain took awhile to catch up to her body. I watched as blood and sinew poured from her body. I counted in my brain how long it took her to die.  240 seconds. Approximately 4 agonizing minutes to die. As I watched the snuff film with my companion, I told him how many seconds it would take her to die.

How did I survive he asked? I was never meant to die. Only to bear witness to the fact that snuff movies are real.

Torture by Smores

snuff phone sex It was just a night out in the woods with a potential snuff phone sex lover. He had brought along some good drugs and I was beyond fucked up. The fire was crackling and the sparkles made me giddy. My pussy felt like those sparkles and I was so burning hot. He brought out some marshmallows and the makings for some smores. Little did I know those objects could be used for snuff phone sex fun. I stripped out my clothes , hoping he would take the bait. He grinned as he toasted a marshmallow and brought it to me. I stuck out my tongue only to have him drop the flaming mass right on my titty.  I screamed with pain as he dipped his tongue into the creamy blackened treat. I could feel the blisters beginning to form as he set another one on fire. This time he ordered me to my knees. I could feel the heat coming off the fork as he shoved it into my pussy, cramming the flamed out marshmallow deep inside. No one could hear my screams as he fucked me with that weenie roaster fork, squirting blood all over my thighs. My last thought was of snuff phone sex as he rammed the fork though my throat as he shot his load all over.

Violent phone sex – I’ll be your victim

Violent phone sex

It was dark and raining, I could smell the blood coming from my wounds. My skin tingled and my breath was fast. I knew he was coming for me and I tried to run, but had difficulty with my hands tied behind my back.
I decided to hide as opposed to running. I found a spot amongst some shrubbery and was hidden pretty good. Only a few moments went by before he came along, knife in hand, looking for me, his victim. He chuckled this sinister chuckle that made my blood turn cold. He said, “I can smell your cunt, bitch.” It didn’t take him long to find me cowering in the shrubs still tied and gagged.
He yanked me out of the shrubbery by the hair, skinning my knees and ass along the way as he dragged me back to his dungeon. He suspended me from the ceiling and ran his blade across my throat and I could feel the warm blood begin to trickle out. “I want you to die slowly, and I want you and I to be cumming when you take your last breath, you worthless piece of shit.” He began to ram me with his cock, swinging me back and forth from where I was suspended, I could see the blood spraying now. He touched my clit with an electric current and I screamed while he fucked me and I could feel the orgasm start to well up within me. He was grunting, making this primal sound and I let the feeling overtake me.

Home Cooked

torture phone sex I spent all night last night gutting and cleaning her. i can’t believe I found such a juicy morsel. Just the right ratio of meat to fat. Healthy and well fed. Not a drug user, in fact she looked like she took very good care of herself.

The preparation is just as exciting as the actual feast. Cutting from just under the navel up to just under her throat, pulling the body cavity opened and removing the internal organs had my nipples hard and my cunt wet with desire.

Carefully I clean and salt the organs that I will eat later. The heart and the liver. I rinse out her body cavity and use my famous rub for the meat before cutting off her legs, salting and portioning the meat for later also.

Next is the head. I carefully remove the tongue and brains saving those for later as well and placing the head with the organs that will not be consumed. These will be taken to the farm and fed to the pigs.

Placing the meat that has been rubbed down with spices in the fridge to marinate, I went to bed. All night I dreamed of consuming her flesh.

It’s almost dinner time now and she has been cooking low and slow all day. The smell fills the house and has my stomach rumbling.

Soon I will be setting the table for the feast. Won’t you join me?

Torture Me Daddy

Torture phone sexHow about you string me up by my fucking wrists and make sure its tight so I can’t slip away. Then put a rope around my chest right above my perky tits a tie it tight! Then connect to my hands to that piece of rope so if I pull it just pulls against my chest tighter and tighter. I would love for you to take your tightest nipple clamps and pull my nipples so there stretched out and clamp them fucking nipple clamps on them. Making me fucking scream and beg you to take them off. They are starting to make my nipples bleed down my chest to my pussy. Then you take a wand and turn it up as high as it goes and place it right between my lips directly on my clit and just leave it there torturing my pussy with the vibrations. Making me cum over and over again and its so red and swollen from it. you just keep doing it for hours and hours till I can’t take it no more and you take me and just throw me off the side of the road naked and covered in blood. What to do now?