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Necrophiliac Head, Can it Wake the Dead?

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When I get new clients at the morgue, I can’t help but take advantage of the stiffness that rigor mortis creates. I’ve always loved having a stiffy in my mouth, and this…this only feeds my addiction for Necrophilia. My cunt gets soaking fucking wet, my blood boils almost I get so fucking hot. I feel like I can wake the dead with my head. Not that I’d want to…looking into the eyes of my playmates as they lay there while I face fuck myself and they return that blank stare is the main part of the thrill. It makes me so fucking hot, and I can’t get enough. The best part is that as a mortician, I get an endless stream of playmates, and I get to have my way with them. I dress them up, and put their bodies into positions that suit me best. Sometimes, when I have a full house, I have orgies and fuck all of them while the others “watch.” A necrophilic gang bang, and I’ve left pussy juice on every last one of them. Makes me want to cum just sitting here sharing it with you. Mmmm, think I’ll go back to the freezer and visit a few of my playmates to satisfy me.

A tortured night

 Nothing is drive my desire than unbridled sex. I get off more with a good dead stiff.  I used to cruise the scanner looking for perfect accident scenes where I could catch a glimpse of a dead fuck.  As time passed my mind became more creative and  needed my own fix .  I wanted to see what it was like to have someone die by my own hands.  So I plotted and thought out the most despicable plan to torture my victims.sex with dead bodies

 it started off I would cruise around looking for lost souls that needed warmth and guidance. When I had them in my grasp I through my plan into action.  I would drug them till they were floating in and out of conciseness where they were just of the brink of going into the light.  That’s when I could just push them over the edge with a injection of sodium chloride and continue on my feat.  

Do you think you can hold up to my desires of drunken dead men and rough sex?  Come join me in my journey of sex with dead bodies. 

Cutting daddy off !

Well I’m so fucking tired of this holiday season, this damn family shit is for the birds.

Just last night, my father was so busy being drunk he didn’t even know mom slipped out to get a quick fuck from the new neighbors.  I don’t feel sorry for the pathetic fuck. He’s been nothing but a fucking drunk and done nothing for this family. All he ever does is drink, every holiday down the hatch.  Now he’s turned mom into a fucking cum slut with the neighbors.  Tonight I’m going to solve the problem.  I will wait for him to drift off into a drunken sleep. I will sneak in with my strategy.suffocation phone sex

The night is quiet mom is next door the time is right. Hatchet in hand I slip in quietly. There he lay rhythmic snoring because of the booze. He’s not going to know what hit him.  I grab mom’s soft satin pillow, slide it over his face. He wakes up violent shaking.  Its ok daddy I will help you sleep. He wakes and pushes me off and I fall to the floor.  I regain my stance, he’s in no position to fight me.  I’m able to push him back down with the pillow. He’s such a drunken bastard.  He tries to fight back but he’s to tired and drifts off to an unconscious state.  Now I bring my plan into action, he doesn’t even flinch at the first slice.  I get up a big blow and whack his worthless dick off, I mean mom’s fucking another men.  Why does he need it?  The blood pours out.  Soaking the sheets and bed, I put the pillow I used to suffocate him over it.  I stare at his dick on the floor thinking of how noble I feel at the task I have completed.  Though the time is getting late and I’m covered in blood I must retreat to my room before someone discovers what I have done.  I must clean up and compose myself.  If you can think of an alibi don’t hesitate to call.

 

Dreadful Desires

Come into my dark ravine where I have you in my grips. I first slip you a nice cold drink laced with something to make you sleepy. You admire my outfit of leather it seems to form to my body showing every curve, and you burn that imagine into your brain before you drift off to sleep.  I peel your clothes they seem to come off so easily, and end up on pile of the floor.  I drag your cold lifeless body to a meat hook I have hanging in a dark secluded corner put a ball gag in your mouth and bind your hands with rope, place you in an arm binder so I can just heave you up on the hook.  I install your constraining cock cage, believe me there is no extremity left lose on your body.  I check the shackles to verify they are tight.bondage phone sex

 I examine your body turning poking and prodding looking for old scars and defects before I wrap the body in cling film, only leaving openings for your cock, anal hook and mouth.  As I move you around you start to waken, struggling to get free. Though you realize you can’t speak and the ropes are too tight. I can sense you feel fear in your covered eyes at the same time you are aroused and intrigued by what is going on and about to happen.  Your cock is at confined but seems to be pulsing with every touch I do.  I slap your balls as hard as I can, your screams are muffled, your body twitches and turns, you can’t break free. Have you forgotten that you told me this was your fantasy?   I grab your balls with dental forceps and twist your screams echo in the darkness. I twist the anal hook stretching out your ass more the pain is extricating and you pass out from the effects I continue with various tasks you seem to come in and out of consciousness whimpering with despair thinking what you have done.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

Come join my quest for necrophilia phone sex.  I can’t wait to get right to it and find a good stiff dead cock to ride.  Lets start off by cruising the holiday Shops. There will be a lot of lonely single men just looking to for that perfect gift, and I will turn him into MY perfect gift instead.  We shop long and hard finally we find the perfect victim.  You finally find the perfect owner of a soon to be dead cock for me to fuck in the family bathroom. I look in the door and agree that he will do nicely.

Necrophilia Phone SexI lure him back to our house for a drink. I portray myself to him as innocent and harmless. I make him feel at ease as I give him the drink that has been laced with something to make him more compliant. I put in just the right amount to make sure it sends his heart into a spastic rthym that will throw him into cardiac arrest.  He collapses to the floor, I wait a few minutes then check for a pulse.  It is done, he is long gone.  I can feel my clit begin to throb as I wait for the rigger mortis to set in, I reach down and stroke his lifeless cock, holding it for more than an hour as I stroke my pulsating clit.

You emerge from your hiding place and help me undress my fuck toy.  He has a nice body beneath those winter clothing, bonus for me. I lean down and suck his cock into my mouth, it tastes like death.  I spit on it to lube it up, then you help me climb on board. You watched me ride that cock for a few hours before lividity set in and the rigger mortise began to leave his body.  It was the best shopping trip ever, you got the gift of seeing me riding a stiff lifeless cock, and I received the gift of having multiple orgasms.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

snuff phone sex pandoraCome join my tantalizing endeavor. My appetite for a debilitated martyr is necessary for my Thanksgiving feast. My pussy twitches with the thought of catching another victim. I put my hand down my panties and rub my clit as I examine the requisite for my next undertaking. My urges are strong, I rub faster my breathing quickens, my body starts to tremble I must cum. It excites me thinking about how my knives chisel out the tender spots. My mouth waters seeking out those scrumptious chunks of fresh flesh. I love those special morsels putting them in my mouth savoring the warm juicy flavor of blood and muscle. You can’t beat gazing into their eyes as the pain overwhelms them. Just when they think it’s over I ravage their body making them endure more agony. Their screams are endless it’s no use no one can hear them. My knives are precise have to be tapered, they flow right into the flesh, and there is no time for jagged edges our feast has to be perfect. I can’t help it I came hard all over. The night is long we can’t wait, the pursuit has begun.

Torture phone sex: The Undead

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Live people don’t usually end up on my mortuary table; or, if they do, they never stay that way…  But, this one was different: I began slicing into his skin and he gasped.  His eyes opened wide but he seemed to be paralyzed.  His pulse was weak, but it was there.  Poor bastard must have been drugged or something by his wife.  Well, he was mine now.  The damn unlucky bastard was going to be my treat.  He had an open casket, so I couldn’t leave any obvious marks (which wasn’t really a problem).  But, I was in the mood for something different; and, I was excited by this living fucker on my table. 

I used clothes-line pins to stretch his cock out over the white blanket.  Fuck, he was a hairy mother-fucker!  Then, I took my time, kicking him in the crotch.  I kicked him with my black leather boots until his balls were swollen and purple.  And then, it was time for the final act:  I got out some fish hooks and opened up his pee hole until it was about the size of a dime…then a quarter.  I jammed my scalpel in it and began fisting him with the blade.  Blood was gushing out of his cock.  He was losing so much blood that he was fading into unconsciousness.  The son-of-a-bitch probably was wishing for death at that point.  But, I laughed as he tried to scream; his mouth did not move.  Either he was mute or the poison had rendered him immobilized.  As a finishing touch, I took his bruised and battered cock…and I shoved it up his asshole.  It’s a shame that I couldn’t tell the person who poisoned him what I had done; I think the individual would’ve been pleased.

Devil Boy’s First Orders

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I recently sort of adopted spawn, not to raise 24/7, but to cultivate his evil, sadistic side.  You may wonder how something so young could have so much evil; well, I know it’s possible…I am a prime example, myself.  I know that he has the sadistic, bloody hunger inside of him.  What I do not know is if he will be meticulous enough not to get caught and patient enough not to make huge mistakes.  We will see; but, right now, I’m just enjoying it and eager to send him on his first task.

His instructions were to get off on the bus at a further exit; the ride would be a couple of hours.  It was time for him to mentally prepare as well as a test of his patience.  His task was to find a little girl and do whatever he pleased with her; but, he must kill her without being seen…and within half of an hour.  Of course, I did not go with him; instead, I hooked an untraceable camera to his shirt.

I knew the moment he had chosen her: she was dainty, blonde-haired…almost like a sprite, really.  And, instead of following her to kiss her, he was hunting her like the prey she was.  I could barely contain my excitement; and, I was a little nervous for him.  Maybe I should have given him more instructions, but it was too late now.  He was talking with her, leading her into the woods by the nearby park.  The canopy of trees made everything seem eerily dark; but, I could see the glimmer of a knife.

He pushed her down; she was already crying.  He covered her mouth with his hand.  I could see that he was pushing his hand very hard against her lips; her eyes were huge.  I couldn’t see the knife raised; but, I saw it find it’s target.  He straddled her, his ass smothering her face; and, he lifted the knife again and again.  Slicing the little girl to the point of overkill, I was impressed with his strength.  When he was done, he admired his work; then, he peeled off his bloody clothes and replaced them with the clean ones that were in his backpack.  So far, so good; now, for the next lesson!

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Bloody phone sex: Screw It!

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I’ve become fascinated with power tools lately.  From electric screwdrivers to electric saw blades, I’ve fallen in love.  There’s something fascinating about having a machine with so much power.  Unlike a blade, it wrecks havoc in the process of mutilation or even death.  The blood spurts and the tissue is exposed, much like it is when I dissect bodies or prepare them as a mortician.  So, I guess that you can understand my fascination now.

I went to a home improvement store; and, of course, was eagerly looking at my options.  I was weighing my options carefully; for instance, battery-operated allowed for mobility, but would I be satisfied with the power?  During my investigation, I had several workers and customers offer me help.  They must’ve thought that I was picking out something for my husband; regardless, all of them flirted.  If only they had known how I was sizing up their bodies and imaging which tool I would like to use on them!  One particularly persistent worker wanted to help me; he was tall and thick, and I thought he’d be the perfect chance to try out my new toys!  As he helped me out to my car, I gave him my address and knew that I would see him that night.

Sure enough, he showed up all fresh and clean, his hair slicked back and a 8-pack of beer.  I invited him in; after a few beers, I couldn’t tolerate his rambling anymore.  Plus, I’d decided his fate: I was going to test out the difference between the battery-operated and electric screwdriver.  I already had the long, spiral attachment in both of them.  Forcing him into my chair and binding him was too easy; he was drunk and kept mumbling, “kinky.”  Then, came the fun: I turned on the screwdriver and watched as his eyes grew wide.  What a perfect place to begin, I thought!  Using both of the screwdrivers, I pressed with equal pressure…pushing them into his eye sockets.  The battery-operated one seemed to lack a little bit of the speed, but it seemed to cut down on some of the mess.  It would be perfect for a home invasion, I decided.  Of course, my victim continued to moan; but, I was so enthralled with my toys that it was easy to ignore him.

I’m not quite sure when he took his last breath; maybe it was around the time that I was pushing the screw through his throat, entirely through his body.  It was like decorating a corpse!  The saw was one of my favorites…the blood gushed and pooled in the floor as I took him apart…limb by limb.  Yes, he had helped me decide which tools I wanted…I wanted them all!

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Gothic teen phone sex: Pet Project

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I had never done this before, and I wasn’t very fond of young people…but…  I decided that the opportunity was too delicious to let slip away.  The young boy that I had previously used as bait, and subsequently planned to kill, was becoming something that I wanted to enjoy a little more.  I had never wanted to be a mother, but the possibilities of having this little demonic cherub to do my beckoning was too alluring to resist.  The way that he squinted up at me, that devilish smile, reminded me of a young boy that I had known when I was a little girl.  And, he had not flinched or panicked when had stabbed the priest; I had relied on the fact that he would startle awake and use the knife.  But, I did not anticipate the way he coldly thrust it into the body.  It was quite impressive for a first stabbing; usually, most people are clumsy, unsure, and messy.  No, this was a clean strike, one that was made with confidence. 

So, after our ordeal, I told him that he could take off the choir uniform; but, he insisted that he kind of liked it.  I could see the evil spinning in his head and I had to smile, too.  “When can we do this again?” he asked me.  Then, before waiting for a reply, he said, “What are we going to do next.”  I could see that being a surrogate keeper and mentor was going to take a lot of time and energy…and patience.  I explained to him that now he needed to return home, to act like normal; to say that he had gotten lost from the park.  I tried to emphasize that there is more to killing than just the act; one must not call attention to one’s self.  “Will you teach me, then?” he asked, eagerly.  I affirmed that I would; but, I said, “You belong to me.  You must always do as I say.”  He took off the choir robe, which I burned later; and, after making sure there was no evidence left behind, I walked home.  I laughed, thinking that I had just picked up a young boy as pet.

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