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Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.

Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

Ass Rape Porn Star Turns into a Gang Bang Anal Whore for Coke Money

ass rape pornPeople know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.

I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.

I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.

Really, It Seems Amazing I am Alive Most Days

Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.

Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.

I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Domination Phone Sex Lets Me Explore My Revenge Fantasies for James, The Boy Who Broke My Heart

domination phone sexAs a sexy switch, I never mind exploring domination phone sex fantasies. The beauty of a snuff site like this includes being able to fantasize about anything even getting revenge on an old sweetheart. I met James in college. And I liked him so much. Honestly, I gave him every indication that I wanted to date him. However, he never picked up on it. And when he picked up on it finally, it felt too late. He graduated from college. And left me behind.

He tried reconnecting with me after he left college, but I shut him out. I had to. I did not want him breaking my heart once again. And I thought we had something special, but he took far too long to realize it. A girl can’t wait forever, can she. So, when he reached out to me out of the blue, I hatched a devious plan to get my revenge. And my revenge involved some cock and ball torture sex.

We agreed to meet for dinner. And I brought along something to drug his food. He always thought I was a sweet innocent girl next-door type of woman. So, he would never suspect that his rejection turned me into an evil bitch. Although we did reminisce about the good old days, I could see that he wanted me and that he regretted the way things ended. But I moved on. Well, sort of moved on. I have been letting my anger and resentment fester for decades.

I’ve Had Years to Think About Revenge

By the time we got back to my place, the drugs I put into his food kicked in. He pretty much passed out on me. Which is what I wanted. I needed time to tie him up and strip him naked. When he woke up, he found himself tied naked to a bed in a dark room with no windows and only candlelight. I built a dungeon in my house to keep him prisoner. He seemed perplexed and baffled at why I did this. And I explained to him I should’ve had a much different life if we had only met sooner. Or perhaps if he picked up on my love language back in the day.

He didn’t understand and wanted to know where the sweet girl he once knew went. And I told him he killed her. Now it felt right to get revenge. While tied up, I sat on his face and suffocated him with my muff. Squeezed my thighs so tightly against his head that I felt like I could crush it. It forced him to lick me like pussy eating was an Olympic sport. Well, he literally licked me for his life. I squeezed his balls and twisted them with my long red fingernails. And I definitely left a mark.

The Girl James Once Knew is Long Gone By Now

He killed the old me. Turned me into a bad ass bitch who gets revenge on the men who wronged her. But I debated my own self about what to do with him. I could’ve killed him and he knows that. However, I decided to keep him prisoner in my basement for all eternity. He’s not without certain skills. The kind of skills that women need occasionally need. Whenever I need to orgasm, I can pull him out of his cage and force him to worship me like a good puppy dog.

Honestly, when he reached out to me after all these years, I thought about killing him. I truly harbored murder phone sex fantasies for my old college sweetheart. And now he will be my eternal prisoner. He will serve as my sex slave. And as stress relief. Anytime I feel overwhelmed, I can go downstairs and squeeze his balls. In fact, I think he might like that. But I know he will like licking me whenever I need licked, which is often. The innocent love lorn coed disappeared. We can enjoy a new relationship now. But this time, I’m in charge.

Sex With Dead Bodies Always Make You Cum

Sex with bodiesLet me watch you have Sex with dead bodies, playing with my swollen clit as I watch you slowly stroke the lifeless whore underneath you; her legs are like dead weight on your shoulders. 

That doesn’t stop you from thrusting fast and hard in her soulless body; you can maneuver her body in any way you want; she is still warm so rigormortis hasn’t set in just yet. 

Staring in her blank eyes, pinching and twisting her long nipples, admiring the strangulation marks on her throat, sliding that fat dick in her dry asshole. 

Ripping her shit hole open as you hammer her hole, rubbing her clit as if she feels anything, your knife goes to work as you fuck the body, slicing her tits, then down her abdomen you can’t take much more the sight of her blood has you on the brink of explosion, when her last movement shakes her body you explode inside the dead hole, 

Now it’s time to dismember the body and get rid of it. A drum of acid waits nearby to peel every piece of flesh off her body; the only question left is where do you put the bones?

I Did Not Have Being an Ass Rape Porn Star on My Bingo Card

ass rape pornBeing an ass rape porn star on Mother’s Day was not on my bingo card. My family planned a very nice day for me. And for the most part, I did enjoy the day. We went to my favorite restaurant for brunch and then to a movie. And we came home and I fucked my boys. Perfect day. Until I realized I used more cocaine than I thought, and I appeared almost out.

So, I waited until my husband went to bed, and I snuck out to see the drug dealer who usually helps me out without violating any of my holes. However, he felt a mixture of love and rage for his mother. According to him, she’s cock teased him most of his life. She’s never fucked him or even let him touch a boob, but she walks around naked and leaves the door open while she masturbates.

No wonder he harbors rape phone sex fantasies for his mother. He told me he would double the usual amount of cocaine he gives me if I just let him work out his mommy issues on my ass. And I figured what the hell. I needed the cocaine and my ass experiences far worse than what this guy can give me. Well, I underestimated the power of rage. I underestimated what decades of cock teasing can do to a man.

Some Men Harbor Rape Fantasies for Their Mother

He tossed me down on the bed, tied my hands behind my back, and put a spreader bar between my legs, so I would never close them. And then he just rammed his cock raw in my ass. Big thick cock without any lubrication bounced in and out of my ass with force. Even though I consider myself a hardcore anal whore, I still prefer lubrication. I think anyone wants lubrication for their fuck holes. Ouch. This hurt.

He really did feel some rage for his mother because he’s never fucked me like that before. In fact, he started choking me too, and of course he called me mother as he violated my holes. But I knew it would be over soon. And I told myself this is just a onetime thing. His mother cock teasing him worked him up. And he just couldn’t take it anymore. I told myself I needed to just let him ravage my asshole to get it out of his system. Plus, I told myself he would remember this kindness and take care of me.

Finally, he nutted and as promised, he gave me two big bags of cocaine. He prolapsed my asshole further, and he left ligature marks around my throat. However, for that amount of cocaine he gave me, I will be his taboo phone whore any day.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come Alive with the Right Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasiesYou can admit your murder phone sex fantasies to me. I have them too. And I have them in droves. Every day that passes, I meet some jackass or some cunt I want to slaughter. And sometimes I enjoy an accomplice for that or sometimes I’m doing it solo. However, yesterday I killed with my young protégé. I’m grooming her, but not for the reason most perverts would groom her. I’m grooming her to be the kind of girl who can get away with murder.

I see so much of myself in this young girl. Full of anger and promise. I just need to teach her how to harness that anger. Normally, when somebody shares a history with a person who ends up dead, that person with the shared history becomes a suspect. That’s why I advocate using surrogates when possible. But sometimes a person just needs to die that much

This douche bag from her school deserved killer phone sex maybe even more than anybody else I’ve ever killed. My protégé told me about this boy from school who tortures animals, films it, and then shows it to a few classmates. Although I plan on going after the boy who enabled him, I wanted to focus on all my pain and rage out on this asshole perpetrator first.

Pick a Fair Fight Loser, Or Die

My protégé lured him to my cabin in the woods. She made it sound like they could torture animals together. Here’s the thing. I like animals more than people. When her classmates saw me, I think he realized he might be a goner. And that did seem to be my plan. I read him a list of his offenses and what I thought would be suitable punishment. We tortured him like he tortured animals. Plus, we filmed it and even live streamed his torture. The animal lovers and the folks with a conscience ate it up.

He deserved torture sex. And deserved the death that followed. We began with cutting his flesh, breaking his limbs, and sodomizing him with a jagged big dildo. The dildo from hell. This loser who could not pick a fair fight, died from blood loss. And hopefully pain too. I planned on dismembering him, but the loser died too quickly. I guess he can dish out the torture, but he can’t take it.

My brilliant protégé picked out a most deserving man. A man deserving of death and torture. In a poetic justice move, I fed him to the animals outside. It felt like they wanted to contribute to his death and torture. My protégé does hold a connection to this loser, so I protected her. And I covered my tracks well. Nobody will ever be able to prove she had anything to do with it. But I’m glad she agreed that anybody who tortures animals should get the death penalty. Of course, I want to be his executioner.

Snuff Sex is All Chelsea Craves

 

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I’m on my knees, face pressed into the filthy carpet, my wrists pinned behind my back by a grip like iron. The first one rams into my ass without warning—no lube, no mercy. I scream, but it’s drowned out by the jeers. He’s thick, splitting me open inch by inch, and I can feel every ridge of his cock tearing through my tightest hole. My nails dig into my palms as he fucks me like a piece of meat, his balls slapping wet against my cunt.

They take turns—no breaks, no tenderness. One shoves his cock down my throat while another replaces the first in my ass. I’m choking, gagging, my eyes watering as they use every hole with savage brutality. The second one in my ass is even bigger, stretching me past the point of pain into a numb, raw agony. He grabs my hips and pounds into me, grunting like an animal, his fingers digging bruises into my skin.

The room reeks of sweat, cum, and my own fear. I’m just a hole for them—a warm, tight place to dump their loads. When the first one cums deep inside me, it burns, thick and hot, leaking down my thighs. There’s no end. They just keep coming, laughing, their hands grabbing my hair, my tits, my ass. I’m their toy, bought and paid for, and they’ll break me before they’re done.

Domination Phone Sex Puts Manosphere Losers in Their Place Promptly

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex. But I think any woman would. At the club, I met Peter. And I think he might be the most misogynistic man I’ve ever met. He’s one of those manosphere guys. But I found him to be full of contradictions. I mean, if you believe women belong at home and not in the workforce then why are you contributing to women working. He spent hundreds of dollars on strippers. No big spender, but he still contributed to our financial independence.

And we strippers have no plans to stay at home and cook and clean for a man. Most of us work because of a man. For me, my abusive piece of shit daddy forced me to drop out of school and become a teen runaway. The adult industry allowed me to make a decent living without a college education.

And women work here to support themselves after bad breakups or divorces. Single moms who want to feed their little ones. Women who trusted their man with their finances. Hell, we’ve got some girls working here supporting deadbeat men in their lives. Although I always convince the girls to eventually leave those deadbeat men so they can benefit from their hard work.

Peter wanted me in the VIP room. And I did worry about him wanting to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. He’s clearly the type who thinks women exist for his pleasure. Although he did not try to assault me, he did try to degrade me. He called me a whore and went off on some tangent about what sluts need. He paid money to spew his misogynistic world view. So, I used my stiletto heels to kick him repeatedly in the family jewels. What a fucking loser.

Manosphere Losers Never Last Long in My Presence

And a loser who tried to call security for help. Security is not going to help him. They exist to protect the girls, not the patrons. I recorded, without his knowledge, his fucking tirade about women. I planned on getting him banned from the club and every other club in town, but not before I administered some severe cock and ball torture. Men like Peter think with their cocks not with their pea size brains. And I genuinely feel sorry for any woman who encounters a man like Peter because we all know their dicks must be smaller than those tiny little brains.

So, the bouncer arrived because he heard Peter screaming like a little bitch. And without missing a beat, he pinned Peter to the ground so I could kick him in the balls repeatedly. I undid his belt buckle, pulled down his jeans and yanked off his boxers. Then, I laughed my ass off when I saw his tiny dick. I told him the truth. Women don’t fuck you because of your tiny dick and your tiny mind. And it felt good to trample his cock and balls in my stilettos.

I mutilated his junk. And he’s lucky I didn’t castrate him instead of just giving him cock and ball torture sex. But I might’ve busted a nut. He crawled out of the club. The fucking manosphere loser got what he deserved. In fact, I went gently on him. If I ever run into this loser again, he will lose his balls. And I wish I had castrated him. Fucking assholes like him don’t deserve to procreate or spread their misogynistic hate. I think I showed Peter who is the real boss though. And I’ll show any man like him too.