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My Necrophilia phone sex dungeon reeks of mildew, blood, and decaying flesh. No doubt this air is thick enough to choke and gag. Here I am found, straddling a man’s shattered chest. With my dress hiked up, bare cunt grinding down onto his blood-smeared sternum. This is foreplay.
It’s his weakening heartbeat pulses against my swollen clit like a dying drum, sending jagged spikes of pleasure through my body. As I rock slowly at first, then harder, my slick folds smearing crimson streaks across his skin as arousal floods my dripping hot and slick juices down his sides.
Now I need more and my scalpel bites into his collarbone, carving jagged spirals splitting flesh with crimson streaks. Blood erupts in thick pulses. I then greedily scoop it up. With my fingers plunging into the wound before thrusting them deep into my throbbing pussy.
Three digits now, curling viciously inside me, and hooking against my G-spot. All while the metallic warmth coats my insides.
Each savage stab of the blade makes him convulse. These spasms rock my hips, forcing my fingers deeper, as my inner muscles clenching in rhythmic ecstasy around the intrusion.
Deeper cuts follow—gouging into his abdomen, peeling back layers of muscle in ragged flaps, exposing quivering organs slick with gore. His body bucks in agony, the violent jerks slamming up into her cunt like involuntary thrusts. Hungrily I ride the torment, free hand clawing at my own tits.
While my nails raking my nipples until they bleed, mixing my pain with his in a symphony of ruin.
Immediately, fingers piston faster inside my, blood-lubed and relentless, hole stretching wider as orgasm mounts.
Now I revive him with ammonia’s sharp bite, eyes locking on his terror-glazed stare. And I mount his face.
My blood soaked lips seal over his mouth and nose, suffocating him in my musky heat. His feeble tongue lashes out in panic, flicking against my clit. As I grind down mercilessly, forcing it deeper into my pussy folds while blood from his wounds slickens me more.
Then his drowning desperation vibrates through me. His final gurgles humming against my sensitive nerves like a twisted vibrator.
Continually I grind and fuck his dying face. And I do so with abandon, hips slamming, cunt contracting in brutal waves as climax erupts. Leaving a torrent of squirt gushing over his face, flooding his throat, and drowning him.
Finally dismounting on trembling legs, thighs coated in mingled fluids, I raise the sledgehammer. Wildly, swings crash down—knees exploding in bone shards. His arms pulverized to pulp. Lastly, his skull caving with a wet, final crunch that sprays gray matter across my calves.
Then aftershocks ripple through my pussy, clit still pulsing, as I stroke the jar’s glass. Leading me into gazing at the preserved cock within, already aching to claim the next victim.
Ultimately, Morticia thrives in the fusion: orgasm born of obliteration, violence as the ultimate aphrodisiac.
The altar demands more. Hail Satan
Evil phone sex goddess Morticia hunts at night. And when I am hunting any man may fall into my trap. And when you do fall into my trap you fall under my spell.
When I am out stalking for fresh blood, and flesh my mind is focused and my cunt is wet. What’s more arousing than having a man’s pride and power wither under my spell? Well, I tell you nothing! It’s the most delicious thing. Well next to the taste of blood from my victim with the mixture of arousal and fear.
First guy that approached me took a total of two minutes of me entering the Black Rose. As he slid in next to me at the bar he took it onto himself to buy my drink. With great annoyance I asked him what made him think I needed charity?
Obviously, this guy thought he was some kind of smooth operator. So all I could think next is to get to the point. So I asked if he wanted a blowjob. Smiling as sweetly as I could but my eyes certainly twinkled with evil.
When we got outside I asked him where his car was. And we went to it. Well, it was clean and a luxury sedan with leather seats. As I slid in the passenger seat I asked if he would prefer we go back to his place. With hopes that it would be sound proof and that we are alone.
And my hopes were accredited with a nice little warehouse that was all his. Then I noticed that we were the same. His set up was rigged with a hidden dungeon and there I found some sweet young pussy. When he tried to push me down and overtake me I slipped my knife out and stabbed him.
First stab was to the nuts. The next cut with be his neck. As he gurgled and bled out I went to that young piece of ass. Then I texted one of my perverts the address and finished off my prey.
Once I rode the dick to my own delight I severed his head completely. As I finished with his dick I cut it off as well. After all I need my trophy. And the girls well the pervert arrived and took his use of her as well. But only after I cut her head off and pissed down her throat right onto his dick.
First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats.
What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.
Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster. I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic.
Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack!
By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.
Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick.
Necrophilia phone sex is a gravely enticing for a morbid kind of pleasure. One night my boyfriend that worked at the Hospital morgue brought me home a gift.
This was true love. When I got my hands on this decapitated corpse of a factory worker I was so ecstatic.
First my morbid thoughts needed to hear about the accident report and how his head got crushed.
Evidently the poor sod was working on an elevator shaft and the elevator came hurdling down. And with it went his head.
Now this is a true lesson boys and girls always keep your heads from the shaft of an elevator. Keep arms and heads inside the card windows as well.
After all I have a story on that also, well not a car but a roller-coaster accident. So bloody and gory for Snuff sex filth.
Finally as I was listening to the report my mind went to the very incident being described and my hands roamed the corpses cock.
At this point I was ready to fuck the dead and told my man to blast the Dark Throne while I mount this dead dick.
At last his sticky decomposing shaft was sliding inside my sadistic phone sex vagina. In fact I was nearly coming just from staring down at his headless naked body. Nothing like that autopsy slit and stitches to really get my juices flowing.
Once I started to cum on that dick I was in need of my boyfriends cock to thrust inside my asshole. I love double penetration with a dead fucker.
Fucking the dead is Gothic as fuck and I am the darkest and most evil of them all. If you want to search out some dead chicks to violate their holes I can sure help find some. All the fantasy rape girls and prostitutes are always in my mans corpse drawers in the hospital basement.
If your seeking a total mind fuck then come on down to Hell where the weather is Hot and Mutilation phone sex is even hotter. Let my filthy needs of destroying flesh be fed. If it isn’t you I will castrate and cut up then bring me a viable meat bag in place of you.
On the contrary if it’s a game of Hunting that you crave. Well let’s see what is on the Open Season list. I bet there is that piece of fuck meat in season. Obviously my love of a little bind torture and killing is immense. Soon enough we will be able to slice into some young flesh.
Consequently, all that blood is mine. It is my will to fill buckets, a bath tub or even one of those tin farm tubs full of a virgins blood. Here is where I will bathe and this is how my pale skin keeps it’s purity. And the fire demon inside of me is enraged and all I want is to destroy you.
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.
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.
When it comes to Sadistic Phone Sex with me, Morticia, things get dark. When things get dark they get fucking evil. I am talking here of the sadistically Satanic evil we will conjure together. This is in essence what I have been doing with B.
In the calls of Satanic conjuring B is staring coldly into the deadening eyes of Grace. It’s that has lost her soul now as I eat it and decapitate her as I conjure up the flames of Hell. Hell fire mother fucker this bitch is dead. In fact not only do I destroy Grace with decapitation but also her younger Sister. The little bitch Kylie will endure the same faith.
When I say the same fate it is the fate of satanic sacrifice. The snuff sex we have is absolutely mind blowing into ritualistic sacrificial Snuff Sex of two dumb whores. The filthy loving joy of riding the dick of B as the succubus demon within me emerges and speaks in tongues so dark. As I slither and ride that dick into my demonic womb of filthy devilish lust we make the music of the Hells deepest abyss.
The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of those lovers that fell from the graces of pleasure. Stare into that dead bitches eyes B. Grace has no more grace she has fallen into a filthy whore of Hell. With this bloodied axe I will lick the blade clean of that dead cunts blood and spat into B’s mouth as I lean in with my succubus lizardlike tongue and kiss him deeply.
Finally the reality is the hypnotized entranced Mr. B is so deeply mesmerized by the swirling blood of the ex, her sister and that whore mother in law.
Now the pleasures grow stronger as we scream Fuck Jesus Christ and all Christianity and Hail fucking Satan! This is Blasphemy phone sex.
Fuck Jesus and god damnnit it all in the Hellfire of eternal doom is the fate of the three cunts that are now headless. Their heads and dead eyes stare on as we blasphemously fuck and I carve my initials in the form of a pentagram on B’s chest as it to mark him by the Beasts number one demoness.
For I am Morticia. The Queen of Sin God Damned then ALL!
Castration phone sex is something that I offer as a way of destroying men. Let’s fucking get with the times, men are overrated with their damned dicks. In fact I have encountered one too many that think with nothing more than a dick brain. It’s really pathetic.
So ultimately I chose to play their game by my rules. A little switch up of what they do, and have done for decades. Going out and preying on women to get some ass. Well, I choose to go out and hunt for castration worthy individuals.
Obviously this means the guys I will be consuming are going to be of high standards. Fucking guys that think their money allows them to take that pussy. Well, my sadistic needs allows me to take their dicks and balls.
Honestly these guys don’t deserve to procreate and so castration is best. However I rarely stop at slicing open those ball sacks. Nope I need to just cut the fucking tool of rape fantasies right off. This excites me to make their dicks into dildos for my collection.