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Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite Way to Kill and Torture

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex makes me very happy. I’m not a gun girl. I find zero pleasure with easy kills. And I am not fond of quick kills either. Now if you’re shooting somebody from a far distance that requires some skill. But close-up? You just aim, point, shoot and then somebody dies. Too easy and too quick to be fulfilling for a sick bitch like me.

However, a knife always requires skill and precision. And you can use a knife for so many different things. You can stab, chop, dice, cut, flail, slice and myriad other things too. A knife prolongs the pain. And for me, I enjoy that the most. Inflicting pain on my victims I find satisfying. Although it is true that I am a sick bitch, I don’t normally kill and torture somebody without justification. I’m making the world a better place with torture sex and murder.

Perhaps you could call it population control. Or maybe you could view me as a vigilante ridding the world of assholes, bitches and predators. But trust me when I tell you I only kill with a reason. If you wrong me or somebody in my community, I can’t let that go unpunished. But sometimes I kill for hire. A girl needs to eat right? But sometimes even the people who hire me for murder don’t lack justification. So, I flip this script on them.

Tia hired me to kill her husband. And I do my research on my intended targets every time. Because I learned that I can’t just take my client’s word that the person they hired me to kill, indeed deserves to die. Tia described her husband as violent, manipulative, and a fraudster.

I Lack Zero Issue with Contract Kills, But Be Honest with Me.

But when I did my research, I discovered none of the details she provided me with about her ex held any truth. He’s not a fraudster. But as the CEO of a very respected tech firm, the man appears worth millions. I think she just wanted his money. I believe in capitalism. He appears to work hard for his money. He holds a good reputation among his employees, and he even gives bonuses and offers brat care and extended maternity leave for the women.

For the CEO of a multimillion dollar firm, he seems to be a decent guy. As far as the abuse claims, I discovered no reports filed. And she told me she took out a restraining order against him, but I could find no court record of any of that. The bitch lied because she wants her husband’s money.

So, I took her money but instead of killing her husband, I did him a favor and killed her instead. The world does not need any more gold diggers. Although I generally consider myself pro woman, even though I hate a lot of women, I attempt to stop men who physically and sexually hurt women. But I don’t think this guy would hurt a fly.

She, on the other hand, has a long history with a law. The CEO married a gold digger. Married a woman he probably did not even truly know. But it’s OK because I killed her. And I made it hurt. Since I know they always think of the husband as suspect number one, I made it look like she just ran away and left him. No one will ever find her body anyway because she’s bear and coyote food now.

This Sadistic Bitch Kills with a Purpose

The moment I stabbed her in the gut her entrails spilled onto a tarp so there’d be no DNA evidence. She could not believe the betrayal. And I explained to her that I verified everything she told me and nothing seemed true. She tried to offer me up half of his money, but I had already stabbed the bitch. But I stabbed her in just a way that although it will be a bloody phone sex mess, she will die slowly and painfully. So, I told the bitch I needed to make the world a better place by removing a gold-digging liar like her.

It took her four hours to die. And I watched her slowly bleed out. Plus, I even watched her try to hold her guts in. Perhaps I filmed it too. I filmed her torturous death because I can upload it on the darknet and people can view it for a fee. I guess you could call me a very dark content creator too. Even this sadistic bitch possesses some integrity.

I am more than willing to be your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. But be honest with what you want. Don’t lie about it. If you want to kill some little girl because you just want to fuck a tight snatch, say so. Pay me. And let’s do it. But liars, cheats and manipulators never survive me.

Used as an accomplice to snatch some barely young bitches

Accomplice phone sex

You needed an accomplice to pillage and ravage some young barely legal sweethearts to bring back to your dugon on doom. You’re obsessed with those young fuzzy fannies and the fear they show on their face while your holding them down either taking your rape fantasies out on them or torturing, like spitting on their faces, in their mouths taking all the power away from them.

Like you did to me, you forced fucked me with your dirty dick and threatened to take me life if I don’t follow your orders. Part of me leaks from my moist meow meow seeing all the anger take over you. My body goes weak and numb ready to take you on. Today you had a different plan. Kidnapping me as your accomplice as you stalk parks and schools. You finally find the perfect bunch to grab and shove in your creepy van.

Once we got back to your dugon you used me as an example. You tied me to a pull, gagged my mouth and whipped and brutally beat me. I’m raw and red and massive marks all down my body. Dripping with cum blood from your danger dick being shoved in every hole. Spreading my legs and choking me while your balls deep.

Domination phone sex

Accomplice to beatings…

The girls are shaking, quivering and huddled together. You grab them all by the hair and tie them to poles next to me. “Shut the fuck up” as you yell in their faces they look to me for help. “He’s an evil fuck” I whisper as you smack us all in the face. One by one with all our legs bound, you thrust your hooked throbbing big dick inside us. “I’m gonna bust a nasty load on all your worthless faces” you scream at us as your cock is dripping with cum, puss and blood from ripping us up.

Your evil load spewed like a god damn fire house covering all our faces and bodies. Unsure if we’re gonna make it out while your living out your filthy fucking fantasy.

Snuff movies with fatty was my punishment for loving BBC

Snuff moviesSnuff movies my Master makes are particular. He is an artist, and he makes some really wild masterpieces. He likes to use me in a lot of shots, and since I am so well behaved and follow his every command. But I made a big mistake and got severely punished. It is just so hard not to cum on big black cock. See, he wanted to use me in a violent gangbang scene, where I would be getting it hard by BBC, and then offer up my little sister to the pack, and then they would fuck her to death.
However, it didn’t go as planned because when those black cocks were fucking me like wild animals, it was too hard to act, as I hated it. They were definitely so fucking big, and they were really rough on my holes, but it felt too fucking good. I came so much on their cocks, and unfortunately, I didn’t act the way I was supposed to.
Master Daddy got really mad at me, and he had every right. I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me right then and there. He stopped recording, told the guys to leave, and beat the shit out of me. He said he would have killed me if he didn’t have a backup plan; that’s a way better punishment than taking me out.
Oh boy, did he have something way worse in mind than killing me. The Torture sex plan was with his friend Fatty Patty. See my Master Daddy is a feeder, and his gainer is over 400 pounds and counting. She is so disgusting. I could smell her before he even opened the door to her room. He made me feed her pounds of fast food, including a whole chicken dinner.
And then I had to go down on her. God, she smelled so fucking bad. He had those BBCs fucking her days before me, and he doesn’t like when she showers. A dead body smells better than her. But I took my punishment, and I think he got a better shot anyway because the girl who played my little sister was smothered by Fatty Patty’s stinky fat pussy.

Sometimes, Mommy Gets Asked to Inflict Cock and Ball Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexIn a weird turn of events, a man requested torture phone sex from this submissive mommy whore. At first, I hesitated. Not really my wheelhouse to be on the dominant side. But I do have a lot of rage inside of me because some of these tormentors of mine have come close to killing me on more than one occasion. Plus, this guy offered me a lot of money for cock and ball torture.

And with the holidays approaching, I’m going to need a lot more Coke than normal, so I decided to do this. I needed the money so I can keep up with my horny sons and all their friends for the three weeks they will be off school. This man explained a well thought out fantasy phone sex scenario involving cock and ball torture from mommy. With the abuse I’ve taken simply because I am a mommy, I channeled that rage and put it right into his balls.

I tied them up for my safety. Because when my rage comes out, it’s hard to stop me. And I didn’t want him to have second thoughts and turn the tables on me. Since I’m normally the one tied up, I know a few things about tying good knots. I had him strapped down to my living room table with his legs spread. And I took my husband’s cane, and I started smacking his balls with it. However, apparently, he enjoyed the pain. I did not think he’d keep an erection, but he did. So, I started smacking the shit out of that worthless cock too.

Sometimes, I Get to the Dominant One and I Love It

And boy did I enjoy that. I went back-and-forth between that cane and a flyswatter, smacking his balls and his dick. But then I had a brilliant idea. So, I excused myself to my bedroom and I came out wearing stiletto heels. I got on that table, and I stomped on his balls. I channeled one of those Riverdance girls and I did a little jig on his balls in stiletto heels. Oops. I popped a nut. Flattened it. Deflated it. And he still maintained a fucking hard cock.

Personally, I don’t know how you keep an erection during cock and ball torture sex. But he did. And I thought I was a pain slut. This man appears to be a much bigger pain slut than me. But when I busted his other ball, I deflated his cock. I felt like a champion. I don’t think he wanted his balls literally busted but that’s what he got. He still paid me. What kind of loser pays a woman to kick him in the balls? I don’t care. I’ll take that money, bust those balls and laugh all the way to the bank.

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.

Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives

taboo phone sexThe life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.

And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.

With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.

Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.

This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine

I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.

A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.

One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead

Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.

I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.

I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.

Mutilation Phone Sex Nightmare: Be Careful What You Ask For, Loser

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex turns a sick bitch on. And I’m serious. I love to mutilate the human body. And I do it both while the body still breathes and postmortem too. I like to inflict maximum pain. It’s just sort of sexy. And I especially enjoy sexually mutilating individuals. I use it as a form of revenge and karma. If a male predator tries to take advantage of me or somebody that I consider a friend, I’m going to destroy their junk and I’m going to make it hurt.

And sometimes men pay me to mutilate their junk. David paid me for what I would consider extreme cock and ball torture. I meet pain sluts all the time. And most of them chase their next high. They just need a sick bitch like me to torture their cocks and balls to find their pain threshold.

 And I could do that shit all day and all night. So, I showed up at his place with my cock and ball torture sex kit. It included razor blades, a box cutter, castration bands, pliers, and a hammer and a wrench too.

Plus, I brought a ton of knives. And some of my favorites too. I tied him down even though he told me it was not necessary. It’s always necessary to restrain your victim. They often experience a change of heart, or they try to fight you

Either way I consider it a smart move to restrain my victim. Dave seemed willing until the pain felt too extreme for him. They always think they can handle it, but they never can. Pussies nothing but pussies in this world.

Be Careful What You Ask For, You May Get it and More

I put the castration band on him primarily just to stop the spray of blood from going everywhere. Although I never mind blood splatter most men don’t want to clean blood off their walls or their ceilings.

This guy had his own little torture table set up with castration bands, knives, a hammer, and even a sickle too. Now that looked interesting. I have one at home, but it’s rather large. I wanted to play with it. So, I used it to remove his left testicle, and he let out a bloodcurdling screen that sounded deafening. Oops, I told him as I removed a ball.

I used a knife to skin it. I removed his other testicle using a razor blade. Now that made a mess. Once I removed his ball, I put it in this vice clamp and squeezed it flat. Blood and sinew splattered our faces. But I looked at him and reminded him that he paid me for this extreme pain and torture.

I saw no way out for him. I told him I could throw in death if he wanted. But he told me he did not want to die. He just wanted to wish he was dead and there’s a difference. I told him that it sounded like semantics. But I let him live. However, he will live without balls. And I carved my name into his dick and on his chest as a constant reminder to be careful of what you wish for.

But I am unforgettable. Once a sadistic phone sex bitch mutilates your junk, you never forget her. So let me ask you. If you paid me to mutilate your cock and balls would you forget me?

Castration phone sex mind fucks you until they are gone

Castration phone sex Castration phone sex calls to you because you are haunted by those disgusting things between your legs. It’s time to say goodbye to your sack. This is a one-time deal, so we’ll take our time. I want you to show me how badly you want it.
Do you remember the first time you realized you didn’t want them? The first time you felt so dirty for having them? You must have lived in shame for a long time.  I can’t wait to get them in my hands. I’ll dig my black nails deep into your ball skin. I want to see you quiver in pain. This is such a special moment, I don’t want to waste a second. Every moment, you will be reminded how pathetic you are and how much you deserve to suffer.
I am the one who holds the power to drive you so mad that you do it yourself. Oh, the joy I will get when I have you puddy in my hands. I will slash at you. I’ll give you thousands of little cuts all over your body. Don’t forget you are my Torture sex slave, and I get to do whatever I want before you get what you want.
See, I want to work up an appetite. And for me, there is no better way to do that than to play with my knife. When you are all cut up, soaked in your own blood, my blade will meet your filthy ball sack. I’ll slice and dice, removing one ball at a time. The left one I will fry with some better, and the right, maybe we’ll eat that one sushi style.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.

Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.

Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.

Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent

Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.

I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.

I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.

It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?

Rena Gets Wet For Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexA hot strangulation phone sex call that went like this…

 

One night, I was out at a party when I met this guy named Alex. He was hot as hell and had these piercing blue eyes that just drew me in. We started talking and he mentioned that he was into some pretty kinky stuff, like strangulation during sex. At first, I was a bit hesitant but something about him made me want to explore my darker desires with him.

As the night went on, we ended up leaving the party together and heading back to his place. The moment we stepped inside, Alex pinned me against the wall and started kissing me passionately while slipping his hands under my skirt and onto my wet pussy. It felt so good being touched by him like this; it made all of my nerves tingle with anticipation for what was yet to come.

He then led me over to his bed where he proceeded to tie my wrists securely above my head using some silk scarves from his dresser drawer – an act which only served to heighten both our excitement levels even more! Once bound tightly enough for both our comforts (and discomfort), Alex climbed onto the bed between my spread legs…

Without any further warning or preamble, he pressed himself deep inside of me – hard enough that it almost hurt but oh-so-good at the same time! As soon as he began thrusting in earnest though – grunting loudly each time he pushed deeper into me – something strange happened: instead of feeling scared or threatened by this rough treatment from someone who didn’t know any better than myself how far things could go tonight…my body responded in kind by becoming even wetter than before! It was as if my body knew exactly what it wanted – needed even – and was eagerly begging for more of Alex’s rough treatment.

As he continued to thrust into me, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern that echoed through the room, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure building up inside me was intense but exhilarating at the same time; every time Alex would tighten his grip around my throat during one of his powerful thrusts, it only served to heighten both our senses and push us further towards the edge together.