Category: Snuff sex

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Overwhelms Me Because So Many Folks Deserve to Die

killer phone sexWe all possess killer phone sex fantasies. And I believe in this modern age we live in those desires have only strengthened. Personally, I think I deserve some sort of award for not killing every motherfucker I meet daily. Too many fucking idiots and assholes exist. And most days I feel overwhelmed and not sure who to kill first.

Recently, a fellow Goth girl informed me that she encountered an online predator. Well, her daughter did. Her young teenage girl thought that the person she’d been chatting with went to her school. She got catfished by a much older man. And that much older man tried to kidnap her. But this girl knew how to handle herself thanks to her mother. So, she got away. But I started thinking about the next girl who wouldn’t be so lucky.

Despite having an exhaustive snuff sex list of who deserves to die, I put this online predator at the top of the list. And I set a honey trap. He’s not the only pervert who knows how to catfish. My young protégé, wanted to help me with this. So, I used her picture because I felt certain that a man like that would do his research and find out that she goes to the local high school.

This was our version of to catch a predator. When he showed up to meet her, of course he did not realize I laid in wait. We used my house, so we could easily get him into my torture chamber. I don’t know how many girls this man sexually assaulted. But when traced IP addresses, I realized he’s been doing this for a while. So, I plotted revenge for my friend’s daughter and all the other girls who did not escape him.

To Catch a Predator is My Favorite Game

He woke up in my castration chair. He deserved death. But I feel castration phone sex seems like the perfect revenge for a sexual predator. They will keep their urges, but they can no longer fulfill them because I neutered them. Well, this time, my protégé neutered him. I let her enjoy the honors. And she sexually carved up his junk with a rusty old blade. And she joked about how she hopes his dick gets gangrene and falls off. We both had a laugh at that one.

She eventually got to his balls and removed them. My protégé wants to start her own collection of severed balls. A reminder of her vigilantism and a reminder that she can use her murderous impulses for the greater good. And for us, the greater good always involves making the world safer for girls and women. Trust me. I killed and castrated men for less.

But I’m learning now that even if my kill list seems exhaustive, I always meet some loser who goes to the top of the list at hello. This pervert won’t go to the police because he’d have to admit what he’s done. He’d need to be honest about why any woman would want to castrate him. So, I own this ballless wonder now. And so does my young protégé.

Babysitter phone sex leads to all sorts of sick fun

Babysitter phone sex always gets brutal with me. I look sweet and innocent, but I have done plenty of evil things.

I have to keep Master Daddy happy.Babysitter phone sex

He entrusted me with the task of selecting an innocent victim for his beastly desires. After some careful consideration, I settled on a helpless blonde girl with a flawless, hairless pussy – the perfect canvas for Daddy to ravage.

As we settled in for a night of homework and harmless bonding, the girl and I engaged in simple pleasures like braiding each other’s hair. But little did she know, her naive purity would soon succumb to depraved acts. My Master Daddy arrived, his hunger for young flesh insatiable.

With a cruel twist of fate, the blonde bitch found herself at the mercy of his monstrous cock. She cried out in agony as he plundered her unprepared pussy, her tiny cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. I watched with a mix of guilt and sinful arousal as Daddy mercilessly fucked the little bitch into a tear-stained, whimpering mess.

The sounds of her violated suffering were music that was chilling. He loves making them paralyzed with pure terror and his cock.

As the brutal pounding continued, the girl’s once bright eyes dimmed, her body becoming more limp with each thrust. As she lay spent and shattered, he filled her with cum and made me lick it out when I licked her cold Snuff sex pussy.

 

 

Torture Sex Leads To My Ultimate, Devastating Bliss

First off, I crave the edge where pain twists into ecstasy. Ultimately, Torture sex is the greatest. With my body begging for torture that pushes me to the brink.

Tonight, in this shadowed room, my lover binds my wrists above my head with rough rope. In fact, the fibers bite into my skin as he tightens the knots.

Then he circles me like a predator, his eyes dark with hunger. Like a good whore, I arch my back, offering my naked form—breasts heaving, nipples already hard peaks aching for his touch.

Ultimately, he starts slow, trailing a leather whip across my thighs, then cracks it against my ass, the sting exploding like fire. Of course, I gasp, pussy clenching with wet need, juices dripping down my inner legs. But I still need more, ‘More,’ I whisper, my masochistic core throbbing.

Torture Sex is What I Crave

Undeniably, he obliges, lashing my back, each strike reddening my flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that trickle warm. Now, pain surges through me. However, it fuels my Snuff sex desires. With the heat building between my legs, I grind my hips against nothing, desperate for friction.

Next, he drops the whip and grabs my throat. With fingers digging into my windpipe, he laughs. Essentially, strangulation grips me, air cut off as he squeezes, my vision blurring at the edges.

Instinctively, I buck against him, lungs burning, but my clit pulses wildly. Finally, he forces two fingers into my soaking pussy, thrusting hard while choking me tighter.

Moreover, stars burst behind my eyes; asphyxiation heightens every sensation. Bringing my pussy clamping down on his invading digits as orgasm builds in suffocating waves.

‘You’re mine to break,’ he growls, releasing just enough for a ragged breath. Once that little bit of air is gasped in my lungs, he slams his cock into me.

Effectively, he pounds relentlessly, hand back on my neck, cutting off my air again. After all, strangulation phone sex is what I crave.

Now, I convulse, body on fire, the taboo thrill of snuff play making me wetter. Then he strangles harder, my face purpling, pussy spasming around his thick shaft as I cum violently. Ultimately, squirting over his balls. But he doesn’t stop. Simultaneously fucking through my blackout haze, until he floods me with hot seed. Now my final gasps,  a symphony of dark fantasies bliss.

Torture Sex

In this fantasy, death dances close, but release pulls me back—addicted to the torture that makes me alive.

Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.

Sadistic Phone Sex Is the Best For Dark Fantasies

I’m Morticia, and I collect broken souls for my Sadistic phone sex rituals. Essentially, the huntress searching her prey, I spot the cocky asshole of the night, and move in.  
First, I press my body against his and take my need. Now I slide my hand down his pants and wrap my cold fingers around his thickening cock.
Then I viciously squeeze, digging my nails into the sensitive underside. All while I stroke him with cruel, twisting jerks until tears of pain sting his eyes and his knees buckle.
Without a word, I drag him into the gloomy back hallway. Then I slam him against the cold wall and yank his pants open. His cock springs out. I spit on it, rake my nails down the shaft hard enough to leave red welts, then hike my leather skirt up.
Obviously, I am not wearing panties, as I never do when I hunt.  Effectively, I impale myself on his bleeding penis in one savage thrust.
Ultimately, forcing every thick inch into my tight demonic cunt.
Now fully entranced by my blasphemous will, I ride him like a demon in heat. Moreover, I take him with brutal force, penetrative need. With that thick, hard, and bleeding cock in my Demonic whore cunt until he really whimpers.

Sadistic Phone Sex For My Ritual Sacrifice

Now, my pussy clenches his fuck stick, milking him mercilessly. All while I grind my clit against his base. At which moment, I pin his wrists above his head.
Then I sink my nails deep into his chest, carving fresh bloody lines. As his blood wells up, I smear it across his skin, drawing an inverted pentagram over his heart.
All while I chant low and dark: “In the name of Satan, I claim this soul. Lucifer, witness your whore defiling your enemy’s creation. Let every thrust bind him to the Pit. Let his god watch and weep.”
Now, I ride faster, my soaked cunt creaming down his shaft while I laugh at his suffering. He throbs desperately, pleading for release with his eyes.
But, of course, I deny him completely.
When my own orgasm finally explodes within my body, I throw my head back and scream the final words of the ritual: “By blood and cunt I bind you to Hell forever!”
Finally, my demonic pussy spasms violently around his tortured cock, flooding him with my hot juices. All while I keep riding through every savage wave. Ultimately, using his pain to fuel my pleasure until I’m completely satisfied.
Only then do I climb off. Consequently, his cock is purple, throbbing, bloodied, and completely denied. The pentagram on his chest glows subtly with infernal light as his soul cracks and begins its fall.
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Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Feed My Obsession

Rape phone sex fantasies are the ones that make me cum hardest.
First of all, I love the raw brutality of it.
When you describe forcing me down, ripping off my clothes, and shoving yourself inside me while I fight and scream, I get instantly wet.
Moreover, I get off on the helplessness — the feeling of being overpowered, used, and violated with zero mercy.
Consequently, when we take it further into Snuff phone sex, the pleasure becomes even darker and more intense.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Pleasure

After that, I beg you to describe how you’re going to kill me. With your hand on my mouth and a knife to my throat. Truth is, I want to hear every sadistic detail: how you choke me, how my blood trickles from the first cut.
Rape phone sex fantasies
While my body convulses around your cock. Tell me how my eyes roll back as the life drains out of me.
Next comes the Bloody phone sex that pushes me over the edge.
Ultimately, I moan like a whore when you tell me you’re going to cut me. In fact, while you fuck me and slice into my flesh. Devastatingly slicing my soft skin, watching bright red blood run down my bare tits. And how it mixes with my juices and your cum.
Plus, the idea of you fucking my dying body, covered in my own blood, is so fucking arousing I can barely speak.
So yeah, rape, snuff, and bloody phone sex are my ultimate triggers. The darker and more violent the fantasy gets. Makes me wetter and more desperate. Truth be known, I crave the terror, the pain, the finality. All while you have your cock pounding me and ultimately destroy me.
I’m the girl who gets off hardest when you describe how you will snuff me. It’s the fantasy raping me, snuffing me, and leaving me in a bloody, broken mess.
If you want to explore these depraved fantasies with someone who truly gets soaked by them, call me.

Suffocation Phone Sex Took Me Out

Suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex cost me my life, a night of rough sex left me sore bruised and lifeless, I met a guy on a dating app, he seemed so sweet, we had so much in common, we linked up a few days later. 

I went to his place dressed in a sexy black catsuit, with thigh high boots to match, a pretty red gstring and matching bra underneath. 

When he opened the door, he took me in his arms immediately, kissing me softly his big strong hands roaming my soft body, undressing me as I feel that hard cock pressed in my belly. 

Leading me to the bedroom, naked and soaking wet, he pushes me down on the bed, chaining my arms and legs in one swift motion. 

Feeling a bit nervous as he just stares at my naked body, nipple clamps placed on my full breast, and clit. 

Then in an instant he snapped, started calling me all kinds of slut’s whores and tramps. 

He climbed on top of me, shoving his massive thirteen-inch cock in my ass, no lube all cock, screams leaving my throat raw, thrusting deep inside my cunt. 

Sliding a satin tie with a noose around my neck, squeezing it tight until the room goes dark. 

Necrophilia Phone Sex Pleasures To Die For

I’m Morticia, and I’m always on the hunt for the perfect victim. It’s Necrophilia phone sex pleasures.
Simply to turn into my personal fuck toy. Even after he stops breathing.
First of all, I love the chase.
Optimally, I lure an unsuspecting man into my lair with my dark beauty and seductive smile.
Always, letting him believe he’s about to have the hottest night of his life. And, it isn’t far from the truth. After all, it will be a Hell of a night.😈🔥
Then, once I have him naked and tied down, the ceremony will begin.  First, I climb on top of his cock, and I ride. Starting slowly and deeply, I wrap my hands around his throat.
Consequently, I squeeze tighter and tighter as I fuck him. With every fucking grind of my unHoly cunt. Ultimately, feeling his cock throb harder inside me.
Simple.
The closer he gets to death, the better the arousal.
Essentially, in that moment, his eyes rolled back in his head. Then his body goes limp.  They are the highlight. Now, the real pleasure begins. Undeniably,  I keep riding his warm, lifeless cock with pure sadistic joy. Honestly, using his corpse like a fresh, still-pliable sex doll.
Next, I take my time exploring his dead body. Intoxicated on death, I pleasure my dark hunger by making out and molesting his dead corpse. First, I kiss his cold lips, suck on his tongue, and grind my dripping pussy against his face. This is my corpse, and I will fuck it however it thrills me to do so.
Even though he can no longer breathe.

My Personal Necrophilia Phone Sex Play Thing

Besides, I love sliding his still-hard cock back inside my gothic whore cunt. At the same time, fucking myself on his corpse until I cum continuously. Just feeling his cooling body beneath me.
Ultimately, there is nothing more intimate or taboo than turning a living man into my personal Necrophilia plaything. For real,I adore the silence, the lack of resistance, and the total ownership. This is what I have over his dead flesh.
Specifically, I’ll keep him with me for hours. For fucking, touching, and using every hole. That is, until his body grows too cold and stiff to enjoy anymore.
Morticia, the eternal huntress , never stops despite the heart stops beating. Another unsuspecting victim has wandered into my lair of death and now he belongs to me completely.
In fact he’s perfect, for a few hours. Warm, dead, and ready to be used as my favorite necrophilic toy.
The hunt never ends… and my dead lovers never say no.
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