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Killing Lust: The Kill

Murder phone sex fantasies

My little mouse lays her head down on a feathery-filled pillow every Tuesday night at around nine at night. Given my nights stalking and waiting I know that my soft delicate prey sleeps soundly. So unaware of the kitty with fangs just waiting, and tonight was the night. Blood rushed in my veins the moment I felt her body panic underneath me as she woke to me straddled on top of her. A sharp butcher knife in my left hand held up high, gleefully laughing as the little mouse tries to squirm free. Hitting, scratching, anything she could think of. Until I came down hard with a swift slice across her artery. The crimson droplets rained forward splashing me with a pleasant continuous splash for a few moments. As the blood trickled less I continued to hack until I felt satisfied with my work taking a single picture of my masterpiece. Careful to leave no sign of myself as I left. Wondering if her mangled body will make its way to my morgue.

Killing Lust: The Hunt

Home Invasion Phone Sex

The dark urge struck me the other night as it does when I can’t keep the boredom at bay. With only one corpse on hand at work, and just a boring one at that it was bound to happen. I stared at my utensils for what felt like hours imagining myself taking the tools and cutting them into flesh. Warm fresh flesh, where the blood flows freely and doesn’t dribble out slowly like black goo. I want the warm rich red liquid that replenishes itself as much as it can. Unable to shake the image, I started thinking of the woman I met at the last wake held upstairs. Runs a rug cleaning business out of her home, and it just so happens she gave me her business card. 

Seems like a silly thing to openly put your address on a business card, but it’s also in poor taste to be self-promoting at someone’s wake. Two mistakes she will be regretting very soon. As I turned off my cell and pulled out a local map. I’m not a rookie, I know not to leave a technology trail even if it means taking a few extra steps. I mapped out a route to her house, finished up my work for the evening, and set the course. Parking in the dark shade of trees in a good line of vision to watch her place. Observing her behaviors, and much to my delight confirmed my suspicions that she does live alone. I will keep watch on and off at night, this is not something I ever rush. But I do assure you by this time next week, she will be dead. *Grins*

Sex Slave On My Slab

Snuff sex

So many people have layers which I know has been said before, but no one has more layers than the dead. Yet they are also the easiest to pull back their layers to find out just what kind of secrets they harbored. For example, this lovely blonde specimen on my slab right now came in a few hours ago. Cause of death trauma to the brain, been dead for about twelve hours now so it was time for me to begin the cleaning process. Which is when I notice all the strange bruising in some odd places. Tiny areas of small-degree burns along her backside, and her thighs. As I continued to investigate these familiar markings it dawned on me. That little blondie belonged to someone, not just related to but she was regularly giving her body to be used. The love marks of a sex slave were all over her. To the untrained eye one would think she was strangely accident prone or being lightly abused but no….I see someone was a good girl. Repeatedly so, and judging by the swelling still left between her legs it was maybe just a day ago since she was being someone’s little slut on her knees. Such a shame, good sex slaves are so hard to find.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Confessions

Necrophilia phone sex

I love it when a caller has such a vast and intriguing interest in my work. It’s very telling even before the confessions begin that there is a body starting to decay. One that one wants to preserve for use as long as possible. These necrophilia phone sex confessions never cease to amaze me. I’m well prepared to answer the questions to the best of my ability but you must understand I have a whole morgue of resources. So you will have to be prepared to be creative, resourceful, and pay good attention to time. The trick to making your once-alive sex doll last for long-term use is being fully aware of the decay process. Make sure you are actively giving your preservation treatments to your decaying corpse in timely intervals. Keeping it for a week is easy but it’s when you want to make your body last for let’s say a month, is when it takes careful execution. You can only imagine it does get harder the more time goes on. If you don’t mind the cold you can certainly keep a fuck doll frozen but the more thawing and refreezing you do the worst the wear so do keep that in mind. Do keep me in mind when you need some tips and tricks for keeping your necrophilic friend well preserved.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Castration Phone Sex Hotline

Castration phone sex

Some men are just better off without a cock, and I’m just the girl who’s more than happy to help you depart from your phallus friend. However I must warn you, it’s quite painful and bloody! Undergoing your castration with me is not something you should go into lightly. Although you will get what you want. I’m simply using you to satiate my own sick twisted desire to cut into flesh however I please. 

With my assortment of blades, I’ll never get bored on my castration phone sex hotline here. I got it all from the shiny, smooth but incredibly sharp katana blade, to the rusty jagged used-up butter knife. I personally love my many serrated blades, from a tiny little pocket knife to a large serrated sword. So many options, sometimes I wished I didn’t have to just stop at removing your penis. Perhaps you will allow me to cut more? Or maybe I’ll just decide to take more…and more…until every last piece of you is nothing but scraps!

Pandora’s Mortuary Is Open Again For Deviant Play

Snuff phone sex

Hello once again to my fans of the grotesque, wickedly twisted, and dark corners of the mind. I’m happy to open the mortuary doors once again. Truthfully the pandemic was a real buzz kill, great for business and plenty of corpses. However, due to the amounts, it was required to have more than one mortician around. Keeping my cold formamide smelling work area more populated with the living than usual. Which is such a shame really. You should have seen some of the corpses that came in for me to prepare or just burn. Such beauty and potential gone to waste. 

Now the traffic is steady but no need for extra hands around, I’m able to handle it all once again. I was so happy to be able to let those other workers go. None of them had the spark like me for allowing the dead to be useful to the living in a carnal way. Now I look around the room and see nothing but potential. I’ve renovated it for even more corpse storage and more fun gadgets. Experimenting on the dead is not everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. Sure a lot of these tools are used for autopsies but they make excellent torture devices when the time arises. So you know a little bit about my past few years, what has the rest of the wicked been up to? 

Fucking Her Dead Body

sex with dead bodies

Oh, you really screwed the pooch this time.  Having a little breath play during some choking sex I see.  Guess you held that belt a little too tight for a little too long.  So why is it that you’re fucking her even harder now that she’s dead than when she was still breathing?  You keep coming and coming and filling her dead cunt with your thick cum but your cock is still so fucking hard.  She should have known that this could have turned out very badly for her.  I guess she didn’t realize that all this time, you’ve been fantasizing that she was really dead, until she was.  What are you gonna do?  Keep her as your little fuck doll?  You do realize that in a few days, she’s really gonna start to smell up the place.  Call me and we can figure out what to do with her corpse.  I wanna hear you fucking that cold dead cunt.

New Toe Tags Means Fresh Dead Meat

necrophilia phone sexI fucking love it when I walk into work and see new toe tags.  I immediately strip naked and explore all my new dead playmates.  Letting my fingers slowly drape across their cold dead bodies.  I begin rubbing my already sopping wet cunt with my free hand.  So many cocks to play with.  Willing faces with open mouths to grind my pussy on.  Grabbing them by their hair as I cum all over their faces.  Riding lifeless cocks and having playtime with some cunts that never say no.  Yeah, I’m a necrophilia phone sex whore.  I fucking love both of my jobs.  I get to have as much sex with these corpses as I want, and then I get to talk to you and tell you all about my day at work.  What could be better than that?  Welcome to my dark world.

Evil Phone Sex

evil phone sex

Evil Phone Sex is what’s on my mind tonight.  I just went through a bad breakup with a cheating ass no good loser.  He did have a big fat cock though.  I guess that’s why I stayed with him this long.  But, it’s not like  don’t get plenty of cock anyways here at work. And at least they don’t give me any shit either.  But right now I’m just pissed off and I feel like mutilating some of these dead bodies.  Nobody is off limits too.  I’m fucking everyone in here up tonight. I think I’ll switch some of their body parts out.  Give some of the less fortunate in the cock department an upgrade.  Creating my own Frankensteins lol!  Call me and tell me what you want me to do to them.