Snuff porn gets all sorts of perverted cocks up and ready to jerk. It also makes tons of fuck when you’re the one creating it. It’s so easy as a woman to convince young Lolita’s to come with me if they want to look cool or have the attention of an older teen. I had my entire set ready in my basement as this poor little one wondered around aimlessly. My pussy was wet and ready, and so was my set up. I pressed record and told her to come and sit in front of the camera.
“Good girl, this will make you really popular… I promise!” I faked a sweet smile and put on my mask to cover my face. After all, I don’t want to get caught. This was going to be a Bloody phone sex bath. I had a guy on the line to even listen and rate the live audio of me torturing this poor girl. I started to undress her and of course she started getting uncomfortable. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” She spoke. Eh, but she knew that no one was going to be there to help her young cunt from being brutally raped.
She was dissociating away from it all, which I don’t mind. The fighters can be fun, but annoying. Once she her bare and flat tits were out, and that bald little pussy… I brought out the medical equipment I stole and tied her to the chair. “It’ll be done before you know it.” I bluntly said. I slowly undressed and gave my camera a nice tease before I took out my scapple. I started to make little, but deep cuts all over that tiny body. She screamed and cried, coughing and sobbing. She was begging me to stop.
Snuff phone sex is so many men’s fantasies, I was definitely not going to stop. She started puking all over due to the pain and fear, a lot of it got into her disgustingly beautiful wounds and it only caused her to scream louder. I used my fingernail to spread one of the deep cuts in her upper thigh. I could see her yellow fat and muscle spasming, her body internally panicking at the pain.
The blood gushed out at the tiniest cuts, so my deep ones were a goddamn mess. I used my scapple and cut a part of her fat off that leg and showed it closely to the camera. “Those gore motherfuckers are going to love this!” I laughed. She passed out from the pain, I checked her pulse, and it was a little slow, but she was still alive. Fuck, my pussy was dripping to my thighs. I love looking at little Lolita’s in pain. I decided to slice that little stomach open and expose her ribs, fat, beating heart, and internal organs.
You could see her heart still beating! It was slow and veiny; the red organ was nothing compared to the rest of her insides that pulsed from the vomit that was still boiling up inside. I could tell how much that man was loving this Torture phone sex. “Sorry, folks, I killed her. I guess little one’s can’t handle as much as adults.” I giggled. “But here’s a sexy ending.” I put my hand into her ribs and opened them up. I took out her heart and watched the blood squirt all over my body and covered floors.
I started masturbating with her heart. Rubbing that dead organ against my pink pussy, the blood smeared all over my cunt. I was even able to squish a little inside! “Ooh, fuck yes!” It felt so damn good to rub my fuckhole with an organ that once lived. I dropped the dead heart and took out a slim knife. “Here, let’s see how much I can fit into this pussy.” I slowly slid that sharp knife into her dry, dead, and tight pussy. Of course, her insides are still fresh and warm, she had only just died from my torture.
The knife cut open her small cunt, I could feel the muscle cut through with ease. That hole was now a bloody and mutilated pussy! I reached her cervix and forced my hand to stab the inside of it. When I opened up her womb with my knife, blood just kept gushing out all over the fucking place. Young ones really are full of messy shit! The knife went through her, and you could see the blade come out inside her small stomach. “Aww, look at that. Isn’t she adorable?” I giggled.
I left the knife inside of her body. I wondered what to do next and decided on my own little prize possession. I grabbed a spoon, and slowly slid it into her eye socket. “I’ll be keeping this…” I whispered before scooping up her left eye into my palm. The moment that eye left its hole, I came! “Oh my god!” I screamed, my pussy spasmed with joy! Oh, my fuck! It was too good! So many of my slutty snuff pussy juices got all over the floor! God, playing with ones this young is so fucking good. My pussy loves it just as much as your snuff loving cock.
I am known as a torture sex bitch. So, when this little caged sissy called me, I was shocked at first. I am not a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore sadistic bitch into inflicting real pain. I specialize in cock and ball torture; I even go as far as to castrate losers. It does not take much to get me to mutilate your sex organs. I thrive on it. I knew this little sissy bitch had a death wish to call me and send me these shameful pictures. I mean who in their right mind would send me these pics and think I would not use them for nefarious purposes? I am not some GFE babe or a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore castration phone sex bitch. I take men’s’ balls for looking at me funny. Look at this pathetic loser? She did this to herself, so you can imagine what I would do to her. I castrated this sissy bitch, but only after and hour of tortuous foreplay that was pure pleasure for me.
This little Goth sissy is what I would call self-ware. She did not call me for sissy training. She is a pain slut. Likely born in the wrong body because she had a clit not dick. I called her Tinkerbell because her little cock cage made a ringing sound, and Tinkerbell is a good sissy faggot name. At least she was smart enough to know she was not calling a traditional sissy trainer. I am a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. I tortured that little Tinkerbell. She even helped in her own torture. She has an electric wand that shocks the body. It is akin to a cattle prod. Of course, I had her kick it up many notches beyond her comfort zone because that is what I do. I push pain tolerances. I make worthless tinkerbells beg for mercy. I find the pain threshold and push right past it. I do not get many pathetic pansy sissies calling me, but when I do, I castrate the losers and torture their shrinky dinks.
