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Snuff Phone Sex Never Bores Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never bore me. And I think that’s because I enjoy being a sick bitch. The kind of bitch you don’t want to fuck over. And the kind of bitch you never try to dominate either. I make it very clear in my blocks in my profile that I’m not the kind of woman who Does traditional fuck calls. In fact, I almost never fuck a caller. My sexual gratification comes from torture and murder.

If I am castrating, you or snuffing you, you will never have a chance to fuck me. But then, even when I’m just your accomplice, you don’t have much of a prayer for that either. But let’s be clear here you serve only one of two roles with me. My victim or my accomplice. Although I have no problem with you, beating your worthless meat don’t expect me to give you head or let you anywhere near my pussy. Unless of course, I’m smothering you to death you see my pussy as a suffocation device.

Yet every damn day I need to kill my accomplice because he does not listen to my rules. Why is it that man have such an inability to retain information. Do they think this is just an act and that I don’t really mean it when I explain the rules of accomplice phone sex to them. Personally, I think men just think with their dicks, which is another argument for why they shouldn’t have them. I figure if you don’t listen to what I have to say you’re not gonna listen to any woman. So I might as well put you out of our misery early on.

Men Should Never Think with Their Cocks with Me

Richard found out that I meant business recently. He didn’t read the fine print of our agreement even though I verbally went over it on the phone with him. When we met, he told me the girl he wanted assistance and kidnapping and torturing. Seems like a simple gig. And it would’ve been a simple gig if Richard had not let his hormones get in the way. Suddenly, he decided he didn’t want to pay me the money and he wanted to fuck me instead. And when I told him absolutely not if he was the last man on earth, he tried to force himself on me. When were these idiots ever learn.

Once his cock made an appearance, so did the knife that I keep strapped to my inner thigh. Without missing a beat, I sliced his cock off with such force. It flew across the room and landed and the dog bowl. I gave my hound from hell a nice treat. Sure I could’ve taken his balls to the complete castration phone sex, but he’ll never fuck so I didn’t really see the purpose of taking his balls too. The man no longer has cock. And they’re not gonna find this dick in a field somewhere to reattach. My dog shit his cock out this morning.

You are My Accomplice or My Victim, But Never My Lover

Has rich late curled up in a ball in his own blood and vomit. I kicked him a few times to make it hurt even more. Then I spit on him. And I reminded him this was all his doing. I gave him clear cut rules for a partnership and he chose to One neglect those rules and two try to not pay me. Also he’s lucky he’s still breathing. And trust me, I thought about killing him because I’ve certainly killed men for less. But when it comes to castration and cock mutilation, I like them to live with the constant reminder That their stupidity has long lasting consequences.

So tell me, loser. Will you follow my instructions and agree to my rules while you lose your cock and maybe your balls too?

Gothic Phone Sex for Halloween is The Best Fantasy Fun

Obviously Halloween is this Gothic Phone Sex Succubus’s favorite time of year. It’s the Holiday after my black soul. In fact it’s the Devils night for coming into play. As a younger girl I loved playing in real haunted places and trying to talk with the dead.

Now, it’s my place as Satan’s left hand to entice more souls to his dark side. Now let me tell you a secret. It’s not really that I am inviting these individuals, it’s more like taking and sacrificing them. One would call it Murder.

In the cozy warm shadows of the bitter Fall night I search from the shadows. The aroma of death and decay in old rotting houses that have a far darker past. These are my favorite paces to launch a secret meet up with these annoying curious guys.

Gothic Phone Sex Calls for Your Darkest Desires

First these guys are the most fucking normal boring shits ever. After all they always try to hit on me at the bar’s or online. Yet what the fuck do you think I would ever want with you and your damned khaki, baseball cap wearing moronicness?

Now, in this season I like to play with my food. Thus like a cat plays with it’s catnip toy. The precise term is to toy with them. Once I have them willing to do Anything to “get a chance with me” , or you know fuck me. That is the moment I know I have their consent to use them.

Then it is not all clear as we are obviously Not on the same page. First of all consent on my behalf is you giving yours for me to murder you. Frankly I refer it to as a Sacrifice for my daddy. As I do love to please daddy Satan.

Finally I lure the loser to my realm. Then the moment he steps across the threshold I step out of the shadows behind him with piano wire in my hand and around his neck. An immediate gasp escaped his lips and I quickly pulled the wire and the blood began to flow.

As he fell to the ground bleeding out I checked his pants and sure enough there was that big hard erect penis. Now, this required an immediate penetration as I worked his dying body to get the dead mans sperm out. At last his was exactly what I needed, with his blood for the ritual.

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Mutilation phone sex wrecks her tight hole

Mutilation phone sex Mutilation phone sex is so satisfying. When we are done, we have a broken, lifeless mess of a girl, her tight little pussy a grotesque, gaping ruin, oozing with the filth of her own brutal defilement. Your cock is dripping with her blood. She was once a virgin, but we destroyed her hymen, we destroyed everything.
I told you I have the talent to locate the purest, tightest of little pussies, untouched and so bald and smooth. Your cock is so fucking hard, I can barely fit it in my cunt. But sticking it in a little dumb whore is so much harder. I have to force it, using all of my strength to get your mushroom head in. She’s already bleeding by then. I can’t help myself, I love to make them bleed. I’ll dig my nails in so deep in their cunts, they’re all sliced up. It’s exquisite when the blood pours out. You fuck those cunts until their cunts are ground up lunch meat.
And you know your Snuff sex bitch is hungry. I’ll go down on the bloody hole and eat what’s left. A smashed up clit and shredded labia. They taste incredibly sweet when you shoot your nut on them, giving them a creamy glaze. We can do whatever we want. They’re disposable, and their helpless bodies are at our mercy!

Mutilation Phone Sex is My Favorite Fall Activity

mutilation phone sexI enjoy mutilation phone sex. But that’s because I’m a sick bitch. Torture only arouses me. Torture can take a lot of different forms with me. Usually, I mutilate a man’s junk. Sever his balls and carve up his dick. But sometimes I torture a little bitch too. I consider myself pro woman. Not that I like all women or even most women. Sometimes men try to force fuck Goth women, and I never stand for that.

But last night, I had to mutilate a fucking whore. And she deserved it. I didn’t even plan on torturing or killing anybody last night even though it’s October and I do kill and mutilate a lot more people for shits and giggles.

 Apparently, I grabbed the last almond milk off the shelf at the grocery store. This woman reached into my cart, grabbed it and called me a stupid bitch. As much as I wanted to react and stab her right there in the Kroger aisle, I like my freedom.

I’m smart, scrappy and savvy. So, I did what I do best. I stalked the bitch. Followed her home hoping she lived alone. And she did not appear to have a family. So, I waited until all the lights went out. And I broke into her house and tortured her for hours. She deserved torture sex, female or not. Self-entitled bitches who do something like that to me don’t get away with it. I just let her think she got away with it. Who acts like such a royal cunt over fucking almond milk.

Although I am a Sadistic Bitch, I Expect Decent Public Behavior

She woke up as I hovered over her with a big knife. She started to scream and I punched her. Oops. I broke her nose. A broken nose, however, would be the least of her worries. She tried to fight me, but I strapped her down tighter to her bed. Used my knife to strip off her nightgown, exposing her naked body.

Too bad she had a banging body. But what a bitch. I cut off her tits. Stabbed her cunt. Sliced her nose open. I even stabbed her in one of her eyes. It’s taken me a while to learn that technique. It can be hard to stab just right so you don’t kill them instantly.

I made the bitch suffer for hours. But I knew the sun would come up soon, so I had to finish her off. I stabbed her in the cunt and pushed upward so that the knife would come through her belly button. And I pulled the knife out and a bunch of her insides spilled onto the bed.

But the real mess came when I just stabbed her right in the hole that I created in her belly button. And then I just went all the way to her sternum like I was cutting a fish. I gave her the snuff sex death she deserved. And I used a lot of overkill. If she acted like that with me a total stranger, I imagine there’s a long line of people who wanted this cunt dead.

The overkill makes it look personal. And it seemed personal to me. There’s no need for such awful public behavior. But it did feel good to kill and mutilate that cunt. The world doesn’t need any more assholes and bitches.

Torture Sex is More Enjoyable with a Female Friend

torture sexTorture sex can be so much fun with the right partner. And over the weekend I met this girl at a bar. She looked like a trailer trash slut, but I still found her hot. Some guy at the bar appeared to be obsessed with her. He wouldn’t leave her alone. So, I stepped in and acted like her girlfriend and told him to get lost.

 But then he just started harassing us both. I was a little pissed off at the bar staff because they wouldn’t do anything to get rid of the guy. I asked some questions and discovered the guy harassing her owns the property. So, the bar’s landlord essentially.

Well, that does not mean he can get away with harassing women. So, I hatched a plan with my new friend. I told her he likely rents his space out to bars so for easy access to drunk women. He’s a predator. My father was a predator. So, I know something about identifying who don’t deserve their balls.

I don’t know what drew me to her, but I found her fucking hot. I wanted to see if her mind matched mine. So, I told her we should invite him back to my place for some castration phone sex torture. Because a man like him will keep preying on women. And one day he’ll prey on women not strong enough to fight him. But I don’t fight fairly. I drugged him.

Some Men Refuse to Take No for an Answer

I’m never travel without roofies. Since the drug takes about an hour to work, I put it in the last shot and suggested we go back to my place. This poor guy thought he would be banging two women. When the drug kicked in and our predator became incapacitated, we stripped him naked and tied him spread eagle to my dining room table.

 But my new friend had brought a big knife. Apparently, she goes to bars acting drunk and waits for the predators to come out of the woodwork. She already planned something before she even knew I had something planned too. Perhaps I prefer to let the pain linger. Torture him longer. But he harassed her more than he harassed me, so I let her run the show.

She sliced his balls off. Although he still appeared passed out when she did that, he quickly woke up. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost a high pitch, shrill woman’s voice. But I guess losing your testicles to a sharp blade might do that. I think she’s done this before.

Meeting Women with Equally Sick Minds Turns Me On

He bled everywhere. She started yelling at him telling him women don’t exist for his pleasure. And in that moment, I wanted to fuck her so bad. So, we fucked on the floor in his blood. He laid above us on my dining room table still screaming and crying like a little bitch boy.

This might be the first time I fucked in somebody else’s blood. But I found eating her pussy and tasting his blood at the same time hot. For a moment, I felt like a vampire. A sadistic phone sex vampire. Eventually, we cauterized his wound and dumped his body in an alley. It would look like he tried to sexually assault some woman, but she wasn’t having it. We neutered a predator and became friends.  A great Friday night.

Melt Your Brain With This Bloody Roleplay

Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex always gets my demented pussy off. One Of My favorite Roleplays is when I drag a sweet church going conservative barbie bitch to my house in the woods. Shes young and has a sexy tight body, her big blue eyes are the first things I pluck out of her face. I have her chained to a metal chair as I cut out here pretty eyes and sew them shut. Next I cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I seal it with super glue let the bitch die from thirst and starvation. I laugh at her and pull out a dildo I glued nails to and shove it up her virgin pussy hole. Her muffled screams get my pussy off.

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Her young bald little pussy is split open and in shreds as I fuck her bloody hole. I grab her small a cup tits and cut off her nipples and eat them whole. I love the meaty taste in my mouth. I moan and laugh at her slapping her in the face hard enough to leave a mark. Yes these mutilation phone sex fantasies make my evil pussy so wet I can feel my juices soaking my black thong.

Mutilation Phone Sex Adds Mayhem to your Mundane Life

Mutilation Phone Sex

The Things we do to make ourselves feel alive. Be them Dark and Depraved, they serve purpose. The shock and awe of Mutilation Phone Sex Calls, send me reeling on a high that is anything but synthetic. Jamie has been calling every week for a month now.  I’ve been a victim all my life, and he found solace in that.

It started off as a call like any other, He wanted to fuck my little teen dream twat and then, he wanted me dead. A Bloody scene we both created. Trading pokes, and stabs with blades of all kinds. We mirrored one another. The only difference was the tool we fancied to get the job done.

Both of us immensely turned on by the idea of causing the other pain. My cunt throbbed and grew slick with each and every pass of My blade on his skin. Laying him open, the sight of the blood. Made me ache.

See, Jamie. He liked playing with a big knife, large seratted blade that would tear my skin open, and it would chew and force my blood let. I, however chose a tiny, thin little razor to do my bidding. The quick slit, sting and burn of it coaxed that sweet crimson drip from his skin.

I’ve Never Been Squeamish

We violently mutilated one another. Thick slippery metallic tinges of red covered our flesh. So many little nicks, cuts and stabs. Both Feral, and so enamored with what we were doing. Primal is the perfect way to describe how we fucked.

A Mirror surrounded the bath tub in which we played. Skin covered in blood and plasma. We could admire the artwork we had marked the other with. His quivering cock slid deep into me from behind. I came within minutes. It was Dark, twisted and fucking sensual. No longer a want, it was a need.

Jamie’s cock anchored deep in my cunt. Thrashing deep, and knocking against My G-spot. I came again and again on him.  His hands slid over my throat, trying to grip to choke me. I watched in the mirror as he took me. Jamie was taking my essence. He fucked and fucked hard. Finally filling me with his cum.

Both of us staring wildly at the bloody Messes we created

But then again,

Monsters aren’t under the bed anymore, They are in the Mirror

Snuff Sex Adventures Are The Best in Autumn

There is something about Autumn. It’s season of death is a perfect time for Snuff sex. All the sexy costumes and Halloween happenings. Then we have bonfires and scary happenings in the woods. What perfect time to guise a killer anal sex ring of beheading.

Obviously this has been a theme for me as I took to it quite well. It’s just that I have a thing for ass fucking. And with a juicy ass like mine how could I not? The beginning was with me being taken and taking that dick on a live stream.

First I was meant to die. But the mere fact I got so damned wet and excited as that dick slammed into my ass over and over again was only the start. Then I was in pain and walking home in the roughest part of town. I stumbled upon a drug deal and these men just knew I needed to be roughed up more.

The moment they star my butt ring so pink swollen and tender they knew they needed to give me more pain. Big dicks slamming into my ass and hands around my neck. The grip got harder and my asshole started to prolapse.

Finally the belts came off and the whipping of my hole began. I squirmed out of the excitement of my cunt. And the guys just got more extreme with their torture. My sopping wet cunt saved me.

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Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.