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It’s Domination Phone Sex that I, Morticia am about to emerge your senses with. Your eyes, wide and worshipful, entranced by my silhouette clad in a sheer black gown that leaves little to the imagination. Now you fall under my spell. Tonight, you will serve me in ways you never have before.
“I want you to worship my pussy, Brian,” followed by “Show me how much you crave my power.” And I whipped your ass.
Obediently, you drop to your knees, your hands trembling as you reach up to grasp the hem of my gown. Slowly, you pulled it up, revealing my smooth, pale thighs and the black lace panties that barely concealed my cunt.
Soon I felt the heat of your mouth, the wetness of your tongue as you trailed kisses up to my pussy. Next You hooked your fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, revealing my glistening folds.
Meanwhile I smirk, and grab your head. ”That’s right worship goddesses cunt like a good toy”.
Obeying, your eyes never leaving mine as you leaned in and pressed your tongue to my clit. With a gasp, my hips bucking as you began to lick your tongue swirling around my clit. Then slipping two fingers into my pussy, you curl them to hit that sweet spot inside.
Finally, you brought me closer to the edge. You were a good little toy, eager to please and desperate for my approval. I could feel the power coursing through me, the magic that came from your worship.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel your insides. And to feel you take my strap-on in your ass. Ultimately, I wanted to see you bleed for me, to feel the power of your sacrifice.
As I pulled away from you, my breath ragged as I stepped back. “Get up,” I commanded, my voice firm. “It’s time for you to take my strap-on.”
Following directions, your eyes wide with anticipation. Then I walked over to my altar, where my strap-on lay, gleaming and ready. As I strapped it on, I felt the weight of it between my legs. Then I turned back to you, my eyes locked on yours as I walked towards you.
“Bend over,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. You did as you were told, bending over the altar and presenting your ass to me. The sight goosebumps on your skin, and your body trembled with anticipation, pleases me.
Next I ran my fingers over your ass, feeling the smooth skin and the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Then I leaned down, pressing my lips to your ear. “You’re going to take my strap-on like a good little toy, aren’t you?” spoken in a sultry purr.
Just like that I slide my gloved hand around your cock and balls and the blades on the fingers of my gloves slice your flesh.
Welcome to Morticia’s realm of Mutilation Phone Sex. In my circle of magic I will sacrifice yet another useless male. Well you are not completely useless. After all that sperm is used to fuel my powers.
Enter if you dare. Entry of my lair is consent. Obviously you are consenting yourself to become my plaything. In fact a victim of my sadistic desires and needs is what you are. Without any ability to wiggle free.
Now that you are under my spell the knives come out. I will fucking destroy your “Manhood” and make you an Eunuch. The very thing that makes up you male hormones and manhood, is mine. I will castrate you and laugh as I hold those testicles in my hand.
Then I toss them to my beasts to feast upon. Well actually I toss them in the blended. Since I stole your balls I may as well cut of that useless dick as well. After all you no longer need this either. There my sacrificial spell for Summer is done.
Now you are useless as a man when my mutilation phone sex takes over. Maybe I should just tie you up from a suspension in my dungeon. And bring in the big beasts to use your remaining thing of pleasure. That’s right the rape fantasy of a beast fuck is now yours. He will destroy and eat you.
Sex with dead bodies is a special kind of fun. I’m Morticia, the gothic goddess who revels in the sweet agony of others. Tonight, I have a special guest, Dave, who shares my penchant for pain and pleasure. For now he sits in the corner. Look at his eyes gleaming with anticipation as I prepare my latest plaything.
First we have a whore trembling before me. And her body is already marked with the sweet kiss of my whip.
Obviously she is a pathetic creature. But she’ll serve her purpose well. First thing from her lips are her pleas, voice quivering. As I smile, my red lips curl into a wicked grin. “Oh, you’ll beg alright,” I purr, running my fingers through her matted hair. “But not yet.”
Then I turn to Dave, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. “You like what you see, don’t you?” I ask, my voice a low, sultry whisper. He nods, and gasps. I straddle his lap, my leather-clad thighs pressing against his. “Good,” I murmur, my lips brushing against his ear. “Because tonight, you’re going to watch me make her scream.”
Now the whore is on her knees. And her eyes are wide and fearful. I grab her by the hair, pulling her head back. “Open your mouth,” I command, my voice hard. She obeys, her lips parting to reveal her pink tongue. I smirk, pressing my crotch against her face. “Now, suck.”
She does as she’s told, her tongue swirling around my clit as I grind against her. I can feel Dave’s eyes on me, watching as I use this whore for my pleasure. “That’s it,” I moan, my fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust against her mouth. “Suck harder.”
I can feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with anticipation. But I’m not done with her yet. I pull away, leaving her gasping for breath. “On your hands and knees,” I ordered, my voice sharp. She obeys, her body shaking with fear and anticipation. I turn to Dave, a wicked smile on my face. Snuff sex is going to be my greatest pleasure.
I position myself behind her, my hand gripping her hip as I thrust into her. She cries out, her body bucking against mine. I can feel Dave’s gaze on me, watching as I fuck this whore.
As I feel my orgasm building again, my body trembling with need. As She cries out, her body shuddering and I bring her to the brink. “Come for me,” I command, my voice hard. Like a good whore, she obeys, her body convulsing as she comes.
Next turning to Dave, it’s your turn,” I purr, my fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. He groans, his body arching towards me. I smirk, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. It’s hard and throbbing, ready for me.
Now straddling him, my pussy pressing against his dick. “Fuck me,” a whisper, my lips brushing against his. Of course he obeys, thrusting into me with a groan.
Next I can feel his dick filling me, his body pressing against mine. Finally I feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he thrusts into me. “Come for me,” I command, my voice firm. Of course, he obeys, his body shuddering as he comes.
And in this moment I turn and shoot the whore and blow her brains out.
Then as I get up from him I demand that he starts fucking the dead little whore with no face. “Fuck her harder” as her body starts to get cold. His dick throbs inside of her and he leans in and licks some of the blood from her neck.
Torture sex is a divine intervention of a sadistic evil goddess and a loser crack head. I will truly intervene with the course of their lives. Once I happen upon you in the dark alleys of the city, forget about ever seeing daylight.
First you need to understand something about me. I abhor fat filthy pig crackheads. Filthy bottom feeders of society, and most of all entitled pricks and bitches. Essentially I have no like for filth and annoying elitists.
Next get this, daddy was a filthy crackhead and his fucking nigger dealers always came around and molested and fucked me. I was young. Unfortunately my mother was too busy with her dislike of having given birth to me and keeping me that I was shoved off on daddy.
While mom continued her coven orgies and being too witchy to need to care for me.
Finally as I gotten into my teens daddy was put away. And I had my mother and her coven to become my care takers. By this time I needed noone and partook on my own dark rituals and path.
Finally I got to the point where I took to revenge on the nigger thugs that fucked me against my consent. My luring them to my dungeon then one by one they stepped into their own noose.
That’s right I lynched the fuckers as I recited their damnation and sent them to a darker place than hell.
First I cut into all of their nut sacks, and their screams were divine.
Next I took a nice bolt cutter and severed their dicks from their bodies. Finally I rammed a huge nightstick in each of their asses via a strap-on and fucked them to their last bleeding death.
In the Darkness of the night lit by a full moon Snuff sex is all that is on my mind. It’s that innate desire to ruin a young sweet innocent doll.
Obviously, this pale blonde and blue eyed thing is too sweet and pure.
When it comes to dark rituals the prime purity of a young perfectly pale little girl is essential.
Now I am extremely wet and turned on as I undress the little doll.
With me are two of my gothic black haired and pale skinned lovers. We are the Vampires. The Children of the Night.
When the Moon is full it is time for ritual. And nothing more exciting than a sacrifice of a virginal little girl.
Now that we have her stripped bare. The three of us are also naked.
First off, I make the first cut across the sweet bald cuny of hers making it bleed. As the blood begins to trickle I kneel in and I start to lick on that sweet cunt and take her life force.
Then I hand her over to my two apprentices. These two male Vampires will defile her with their rock hard dicks as they feast on her heavenly pale body.
Once they are done with her I will squat over her face and urinate my moon juice all over her violated cunt. Blood for blood.
For Starters, are you drawn to snuff porn and the Dark Web? Likewise are you ultimately feeling very sadistic towards little cock teasing or whining bitches? Well let me offer you some kind of outlet.
First off I cannot deny how I daydream about hurting a worthless Little fucking bitch. In fact every single fucking day there is not a moment where I didn’t have thoughts. Nearly intense desires to just fist a bitch to her death.
Sometimes, I draw out my little schemes of torture and violating some fucking whore. First we will tie the dirty little bitch up. Then we start fisting her tight asshole.
As I am shoving my arm all the way up her tight ass my cunt gets wet. Possibly because the little bitch has stopped screaming and began to whimper and convulse. No idea why it just turns me on.
Now just thinking about the snot running from her nose, the tears running down her face as she screams for mercy. This leads me to planning my snuff makes me so fucking horny.
Finally, tell me something. Do you get turned on by thinking about what you’re going to do to a little whore with me? Maybe even thinking about how it would feel to watch Life slip from her eyes?
So if this speaks to you, Call me if you are the dark inclined. Honestly I think we could have a sadistic time together. Lets explore what filthy things you would do to a bitch. How you would find her and bring her to me.
Welcome to the Realm of Darkness. I am Morticia and I will be your Sadistic Phone Sex Goddess for the most deranged and sadistic adventure.
First I will say that snuffing little brats out is exciting for me. But i am even more excited at the mutilation of men. When I get to enjoy a nice set of freshly removed balls to pop inside my ass, or cunt it’s a fucking hot time.
Then, a favorite of mine is to cut off a penis just so I can fuck the guy with his own dick, in his ass. That is a true love of mine and have him scream in pain. All while he is bleeding out like a slaughtered bitch.
Never underestimate the tremendously evil and demented ways of a sadistic little evil witch like me. When I say I have no limits in how filthy I get and dark, I really fucking mean it. After all nothing like making a crotch goblin a little voodoo doll for the fuck of it all.
Who’s balls are ready to be nailed to my fucking plank of sadistic destruction. My stilettos are ready to get bloody.
A Torture phone sex snuff session would do many guys good. For example, the guys that sit in moms basement all day being annoying freeloading ass bags. Those especially should put up the twenty spot for a 10 minute ass reaming with an immersion blender by a Gothic goddess.
Honestly my time is better spent though. That is to torture and destroy the willing perverts that can afford me. Nothing is hotter than a guy begging to be defiled while giving up all of his information for me to use it to charge him. Sometimes I even entice extra information from a submissive pervert that needs to be owned. He will also pay more.
But back to the immersion blender ass reaming. That really does trigger excitement from me. Tying you up in my dungeon and having the device charged and ready to shred. And shred at slow steady speed it will. That inner anal slot gets hollowed juicy with blood and destroyed.
Now that is some hot sadistic way of taking revenge.
Too many worthless nut bags around and really Castration Phone Sex can the a World of good. As a goth goddess of sadistic desires and ways, my favorite thing is torturing men.
We just finished a Holiday of delicious blood shed. St. Valentines day is an amazing time for my filthy shenanigans. In I fact I love to draw out the pleasures of torture, murder and mayhem through the whole weekend.
First I had an afternoon date with some loser I really wanted to just dissect. Since He is pure vermin this is what he deserves. Obviously just a filthy fucking pig. And I just imagined making him squeal for me as I cut his bity clitty off and dissected that worthless ball sac.
Once I got the pig back to my place I had a welcoming contraption ready and sprung. He was immediately grabbed at the ankles and hoisted up and hanging from those ankles. This device essentially tied his ankles and slipped a modified body bag on him to restrain him.
Now that the loser was hanging and trying to squirm lose why screaming I waisted no time and shoved my panties in his big mouth. I laughed at him and told his mouth is the only thing big on his worthless body.
Finally I grabbed my hunting knife and went for the cock and bags. Those things where quickly cut free and I got a good laugh. I screamed “I fucking knew it loser! Look at that worthless fucking thing between your legs!” Then spatting in his face I demanded him to apologize to me and laughed because he was gagged.
Then the moment of bliss Off with the balls and the dick. Now it’s true I mentioned castration. However this is full on mutilation. After all a he is a worthless pig just deserves to be dissected and bled.
Morticia is the Sadistic Phone sex goddess of your dreams. In fact I am a girl that loves the darker things in life. The best time is torturing men and making them plead for their life. Often times pathetic perverts end up in my dungeon and get tortured cruelly.
From a very young age I daydreamed about torturing humans. One may say I have a bit of a serial killer mentality. But whose to say I am not in fact a serial killer? After all I am a Murderess.
So when Jay happened upon my path one night, I knew I had the perfect victim. His drooling and pathetic ways made me laugh. All I wanted to do is slice him the fuck up. Obviously I cooed at him a little and got him to follow me home like a lost puppy dog.
However the very moment he crossed my threshold as the very moment he signed his life away. As I tend to do I let him cross into the room first. This triggered my booby trap and he was hanging like a bat in seconds.
As my new plaything hung by his ankles and hoisted up I was face to face with my prey. Like a predator I inspected my new treat. First I took my knife out and I started to run it along his arms. I could see this one was already a bit of a cutter.
Once I realized I had a real piece of shit in my lair I took no shame in what I did next. The large trapping mechanism used for vermin was triggered to that cock. And his ball sack got a slice.
As his screams echoed through the sound proof room I laughed and got myself off as I watched him bleed out from that scrotum slice. Soon my victim would be listless and his tainted blood would be drained. This made me very happy and gave me a little something to practice my love of human taxidermy on.