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Cannibalism phone sex is on the menu tonight

Cannibalism phone sex Cannibalism phone sex makes the aroma of succulent flesh waft through the hall and calls to my Master Daddy.

I have hand-selected the finest pieces of meat I could find. He always keeps a handful of little slaves to use, and these two are perfect morsels.

So these are fresh, plump little whores, absolutely delectable!

He likes it when they are ravaged and totally traumatized. He says he loves to taste their fear. So I make sure to beat them to a pulp. I even make them hurt each other because it gives the dish that extra something for the taste buds.

Once the meat is tenderized, I bind them with twine and stuff apples into their mouths. The sound of their muffled whimpers is so cute and pitiful. The salt from their tears also adds to the dish.

They are prepped and ready for the oven. But wait! One more ingredient is absolutely vital to making this a perfect meal. I call my Master Daddy and ask him to glaze the Snuff sex slaves with his delicious cream.

He brutally fucks them both in the asshole and then shoots a massive load all over them. There, perfection! I stick the little bitches in the oven and roast them for about an hour. Master Daddy loves his meat raw and bloody.

When I presented him with his meal, he patted me on the head and told me I was his good girl. I felt so proud and lucky in that moment. I sat by his feet, watching him gobble up their flesh. And when he was done with his dinner, I was the dessert.

 

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Enjoy

torture sexTorture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.

Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.

So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.

I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.

I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis

In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.

So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.

He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.

He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.

Torture Sex Electrifies Chelsea’s Dripping Cunt

 

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I lay spread-eagled on the cold metal table, wrists and ankles locked in thick cuffs, my naked body already slick with sweat. Sir circled me like a predator, the heavy leather flogger dangling from his fist. My heart hammered. I knew what was coming.

The first strike lashed across my tits, the braided tails biting deep into soft flesh. I screamed, my back arching as fiery pain bloomed. He didn’t stop. The flogger rained down mercilessly—across my belly, my thighs, the tender lips of my cunt. Each blow left angry red welts, my skin swelling and throbbing.

“Please, Sir!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

He laughed, cruel and low. “Beg all you want, slut. This is what your worthless body is for.”

He forced a thick metal speculum into my cunt and cranked it wide open, stretching me brutally until I felt like I would tear. Then the electrodes came. Cold metal clips clamped onto my swollen nipples and clit. The first shock ripped through me like lightning, my whole body convulsing, cunt clenching uselessly around the cold metal. I howled, drool spilling from my lips.

He shocked me again and again, watching my tits bounce and my pussy spasm. When I was shaking and broken, he finally freed his cock and drove it into my stretched, aching hole, fucking me hard while the speculum kept me open. Pain and humiliation flooded every nerve.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whimpered as he used me. “Thank you for hurting me.”

 

Accomplice phone sex with the maid makes a big mess

Accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex maid makes sure your mansion’s opulent hallways are soaked with blood, guilt-free. I am loyal to my dear master, that insatiable beast, and I have finally found the perfect plaything for his hard cock.

He’s been craving something to brutalize, to break and defile, and I’ve delivered her right to his awaiting cock.

With a wicked grin spreading across my face, I took that tender little cunt I picked for him and roughly shoved his massive cock inside her bald pussy.

The sound of her virginity being ripped asunder is music to our ears.

Fuck ya! The way she squealed and thrashed, her tiny body wracked with pain and our pleasure, was absolutely divine. I couldn’t help but squirt pussy juices on her stupid little face.

I loved how relentless his cock is, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her pathetically screaming for mercy. But there was no mercy to be had, not when you’re a slut for the likes of him.

The way her bald little cunt clenched around his shaft, and the way her whole body trembled with each brutal thrust, it was the most exquisite display of dominance and submission.

But he needed more. So I swung my blade across her neck, and the little Snuff sex slut convulsed on his cock! He finally spilled his seed deep inside her. I knew our work was beginning.

And the fun didn’t end after her last breath. We disposed of the broken little thing, and I cleaned up the rest of the mess. I couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty, to scrub away the evidence of our twisted games, to keep this den of sin spotless for my master’s next little slutty victim.

Snuff Sex is The Best Use for My Hot Ass, My Destiny

I am Geneva, and I live to be used in Snuff sex situations. Obviously, my hot ass is prime for brutal butt fucking. However, that’s only the appetizer.
So, the real darkness I crave runs much deeper.
Here, I lie on the cold vinyl bench, chest heaving, the bar digging into my lower back while I wait. Max’s heavy footsteps approach. He stops above me, massive and commanding.
“Ready for your workout, pet?” he growls.“Yes, Sir. I need to be worked.”
So, he tears my yoga pants off in one sharp pull. Therefore, cool air kisses my bare ass.
Then, he slaps both cheeks hard and spits directly on my hole. Next, he shoves three thick fingers inside my ass without warning. Of course, I cry out and push back, greedy for the burn. All as he twists and fucks them deep.
Finally, he yanks them free. Following that, the thick head of his cock presses against me. Ultimately slamming in with one brutal thrust.
Therefore, I scream as he starts pounding my ass hard and fast. With hips slapping against me.“Strangle me, Sir,” I beg, voice breaking.

Snuff Sex for Hot Ass and Strangulation

Then, “I want to feel you while I can’t breathe.” Next, his hand clamps around my throat.
So, he squeezes. Leaving my vision to tunnel while he rails my ass even harder. Just as the edges go black, he releases.
Quickly, air rushes back, and I cum violently.  Undeniably, my body shaking around his cock.
But, Max doesn’t stop. In fact, now he chokes me again, fucks me deeper, and growls that my tight hole belongs to him.
Therefore, so turned on, I reach down and rub my clit frantically. Now, the second orgasm crashes through me. Meanwhile, he buries himself to the hilt and floods my ass with hot cum.
When he finally pulls out, his load leaks down my thighs. But I stay bent over the bench, panting, already aching for more.
Snuff play and hardcore butt fucking are my true calling. Max gives me both without hesitation.
He knows exactly how far to take me and always brings me back. I clean up slowly, already counting the minutes until our next session.
Honestly, I live for that violent edge where I can barely breathe and still beg for more.
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Cannibalistic Mutilation Phone Sex Party of The Year

I’m Morticia, and I am a Gothic Sadistic whore. Mutilation Phone sex is really a lot of fun. After all, I like to play with my food first. Then it’s cannibalism pleasures as I indulge in the delicacy of pleasure and bliss, blood and gore galore.
The forest yields such sweet prey tonight. So, I found him camping alone. Stupid man. Beautiful man.
Therefore, I drag him to my cabin by his hair. He whimpers. I laugh. My knife had already opened his cheek. Just a taste. A sample.
Once inside, I strap him spread-eagled to my butcher table. Of course, his chest heaves, and his cock twitches. They always get hard. Fear does that.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my blade down his sternum. So, the blade isn’t going deep, not just yet. Moreover, just enough to bead crimson along the trail. “So eager to feed me.”
Then, I slice his nipple first. Of course, he screams. But I pop it in my mouth like a treat. Then I chew slowly while staring into his eyes.

Mutilation Phone Sex Feeding My Cannibalistic Hunger

Meanwhile, my free hand works between my thighs. Ultimately, the blood trail now leads downward. So, I carve spirals into his abdomen. Each cut makes my pussy clench. While each scream makes me wetter.
Soon, I climb onto the table. Just to straddle his face. Ultimately, let him taste me while I work. Next, my knife removes his ear. Then the other. Pretty souvenirs for my collection.
Now, his tongue still works despite everything. So, I grind against his mouth. Cum twice before slicing his throat.
Oh, the warm spray paints my breasts. Therefore, I lick what reaches my lips. Then I begin the real feast.
Now, I take my time with carving him up. Essentially, perfect cuts from his thighs. Oh, how his liver comes out still warm. So, I eat it raw while fingering myself. Mmmm…The copper taste on my tongue pushes me over again.
My basement freezer fills nicely tonight. Enough meat for weeks. Enough blood to bathe in.
I’ll hunt again when the hunger returns.
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Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Scat Torture sex: The ultimate degradation

Torture sex with the one I serve is always changing. He gets all sorts of ideas that one-up the last. He knows I am a loyal slave. I don’t complain or whine about it; I go through it. And recently, he said I am too desensitized. And that I don’t suffer enough. So he made me meet his friend and his friend’s teen daughter.Torture sex

She was a young little thing with an evil look in her eyes. They were a Daddy-and-Daughter couple, and she was always hanging on his arm. They wanted to make a special video, and she was the star.

From how everything unfolded, I am really wondering if this was her idea the whole time. I had to play the role of the toilet.

Her Daddy’s dick was so massive, I was a little shocked she got it in her asshole.

It only took a couple of pumps, and then he pulled it out, and a fire hydrant of shit blasted out of her.

All this shit poured into my mouth and on my face.

I started dry heaving immediately, and they were all laughing at me. She was the worst of them all. She gave me the nickname Shit pig. She rubbed her shit in my eyes and spat in my face over and over again. And then her Daddy brought out the paddle.

The little Teen rape porn star stood over my head and unleashed another thick, vile torrent of shit on top of my head as her Daddy paddled my ass. I lost control of all my muscles and made a mess of things. I must have been dosed with laxatives because it was like an explosion. It got all over the paddle and on her Daddy.

They both laughed and degraded Shit pig, and then he stuck his big cock up my ass. It hurt so bad, especially after all that paddling. When he was fucking me, I could see how jealous it made that little bitch. I swear I thought she was going to kill me. But luckily, she just kicked me in the face, giving me a bloody nose, after he put a load in me.

 

 

 

 

 

Castration Phone Sex : The Lust of the Greatest Evil

The operating theater gleams under surgical lights; the castration phone sex procedure is about to begin. So, I’ve dimmed them to an amber glow. After all, it’s more intimate this way.
So, my victim strains against the leather straps, chest heaving, eyes wide above the gag. Nonetheless, he’s been begging for hours. In fact, I prefer them conscious.
So, I pull on my long black surgical gloves—the latex snaps against my wrists satisfyingly. And my surgical gown flows around me like a shadow. The mask and goggles go on last. Safety first, darlings.
“Let’s begin.”
So, I trace his cock with a scalpel, feather-light. Of course, he whimpers pathetically. Such a pretty sound. So, I make the first incision at the base, cutting through skin and fascia in one smooth stroke.
Slowly, at first, blood wells up, dark and thick. Next, I part the tissue with forceps, revealing the structures beneath.
Now, his screaming intensifies as I expose the corpus cavernosum. Therefore, I work methodically, clamping and cutting the dorsal arteries.
Moreover, the cock loosens from its attachments. So, I sever the urethra with a wet snip.
He bucks against the table, tears streaming. Now, I hold his severed member up for him to see.
“Look at what you’ve lost.”

My Castration Phone Sex is Brutal

Now for the prostate. First, I make a perineal incision, digging deeper through muscle layers. So, his pelvis jerks with each cut. Next, I find the gland—walnut-sized, firm—and dissect it free from the bladder neck and urethral stump.
Therefore, more clamping. More cutting. Until the gland comes away in my forceps, dripping.
He’s gone quiet now. Essentially, shock is settling in. And, blood pools beneath him, dripping off the table edges.
Finally, I arrange his cock and prostate in a specimen jar, preserving them in formaldehyde. Simply, a keepsake for my collection. Now, his breathing grows shallow, irregular. The blood loss will claim him soon.
In the end, I strip off my gloves and photograph my work—
Exhibit ※1: the empty wound, ※2: the jar that houses the keepsake, ※3. The ashen face of my victim…
Until next time, my darlings.
⁓♥♡ Morticia ♡♥～
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Careless Cunt Transforms Snuff Sex to Torture

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I grazed Sir’s cock with my tooth tonight. Just a tiny scrape while I was deep throating him, but he felt it. His hand fisted my hair and he pulled me off, eyes dark.

“You know what happens when you use teeth, pain slut.”

My stomach dropped. I hate this punishment more than anything. I stripped and bent over the bench, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing everything. My hole clenched under his stare.

Sir loves watching my shitter move and swell. He says it’s the most honest part of me. The belt came down hard, right on my exposed asshole. The crack echoed and I screamed. Again. And again. Each strike landed dead center, the leather biting into that tender ring, making it puff and twitch. I felt it swell, burning hot, every nerve screaming.

“Please, Sir! I’m sorry! It hurts so bad!”

He kept whipping until I was sobbing, tears soaking the bench, my hole throbbing and red. Only then did he step behind me.

“Now you get what you really need.”

He shoved his cock in dry, forcing past my swollen, sore asshole in one brutal thrust. I wailed as he stretched the punished flesh, pounding deep into my guts while he growled in my ear.

“Take it, you worthless hole. This is what happens to stupid sluts who can’t suck cock right. Your shitter belongs to me. Cry all you want. I’m not stopping until I fill this ruined ass.”

He fucked me hard and mean until he came, pumping his load deep inside my battered hole. I lay there wrecked, hole gaping and leaking, knowing I’d do it again just to feel this.