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Necrophilia Phone Sex Time

Necrophilia phone sex

It’s the time of year when the real fucked up freaks come crawling out of the woodwork for bloody, viscera filled necrophilia phone sex.  That means I have to get busy amassing all of the cold bodies I can so my craven customers can have something to blow their hot loads inside of, something that will actually let them fuck it.  

I guarantee that none of the mangled meat I provide for your depraved pleasure will complain that your cock is too big or that you’re fucking them too hard.  I’m pretty sure they won’t laugh at you if you have a tiny little micro-cock with a spit fire hair trigger, either.  I mean, I wouldn’t expect any sparkling conversation or charming banter or anything like that, but you probably don’t want to talk to it much, anyway.  Just fuck it while you beat it up and cut hunks of flesh out of it, huh?  I can tell, I see it in your eyes.

Yeah, I’m talking to you.  You wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t like the idea of shoving your cock into a permanently immobilized pussy and pounding away on that cadaver cunt until your heart’s content.  Something about being able to dissect a dead body while you drive your dick as deep inside of it as you can flips that sick little switch in your brain and fills you with ecstasy even before you ejaculate inside of that corpse.  The jizz is just the icing on the bloody, flesh covered cake, isn’t it?  

 

Demonically Evil Phone Sex

Evil phone sex

Freaks call me up for evil phone sex because I really let my dark side out, and when I open the floodgates, the torrents of damnation and despair that flow out of me let them tap into their most wretched, vile selves, too.  They say misery loves company.  One fucked up, fright filled call with me and I’m sure you’ll agree.

I don’t just juice your junk while we dream about degrading some street whore before decapitating her and using all of the shit that drains out of her head as lube or talk you through taking some poor, helpless teen out to the middle of nowhere and torturing her before I make you fuck her until you split her in two.  Cool conversation, and all, but I go much, much deeper than that.

I’m in your loins before you even call, I get into your head within minutes of speaking with you and I infest your soul as I take you down avenues of abuse, onto various pathways of punishment and down dark alleyways of anguish and agony.  Once you feel my dark presence way down in your gut, you’ll never be the same.

There will be pain, there will be tears, there will be blood, there will be cum.  I’m going to exploit every bit of torment and sorrow your pathetic soul has ever experienced.  If you caused someone any grief or suffering, I’ll know.  If someone berated or beat you and made you feel empty inside, I’m gonna find out.  My dark side will drag whatever it is that makes you sick in the head out of you, and when it does, I’m going to make you blow your load all over it.  Sadistic phone sex doesn’t even begin to cut it.  Phone fucking with me is downright demonic.

 

Real Goth Teen Phone Sex Means Real Pain

Goth teen phone sex

 

All of these little goth teen phone sex bitches who think they have dark souls because they had a rough life need to get a fucking clue.  And I’m going to give it to them.  Those gloomy girls need something to cry about other than mommy and daddy not giving them as much attention as they’d like.  So, as it goes, I’m going to give them some attention that they’ll definitely hate to ensure that their dim outlook on the world is well founded and that the crocodile tears they love to cry are filled with pain.

Imprisonment works wonders for making a tragically gothic styled girlie feel the bleakness of their bland and boring daily lives.  I keep them locked up for a couple of days without any contact with anyone, even myself.  48 straight hours of solitude in a dim and dingy basement is living hell for a teen slut.  No texting, no social media, no parents to get into some weird, angsty fight with.  Just their completely naked, stripped down selves in an empty cell.

When I finally show up in their cold little prison, they always start crying and pleading with me to let them go.  Always.  I tell them that I will in due time but they aren’t ready to be released yet.  I’m not lying to them, I mean it.  I like the potential in them, they just need some help realizing it so they can live a truly melancholy life of gothic misery.  I want them out there in the world spreading their little bits of misery to everyone, but first, they have to learn their lesson.

When I strap them down, they fucking lose their shit.  Those mere moments of freedom between the cell and the Saint Andrew’s cross I lock them up on for proper torturing purposes gives them a glimmer of hope, but the iron shackles locked tight around their ankles and wrists rips it away instantly.  Sometimes they get violent and try to bite or headbutt me, it messes with them so much.  I get it, I don’t blame them a bit.  But I can’t be getting knocked out by some random slut’s oversized forehead or what have you, so I encase their cabeza’s in a big heavy skull mask.  Cools their jets instantly.

From there, I shove a fat black dildo that I attached to the end of an ax handle deep into their counterfeitly catastrophic cunts and take them through whippings and beatings with various tools and implements.  Wooden spoons and stinging nettles are a pretty fun flogging combo.  For me, anyway.  I’m also fond of taking handfuls of thumb tacks and throwing them at my captives as hard as I can.  Leaves really cool marks and sometimes I even get some to stick, it’s pretty fucking funny.

As promised, when I’m satisfied with my work and am certain that they’ll never forget the time they spent with me, I take them out to a completely random location and let them go.  What they do and where they go from there is up to them.  I like to think that they go on to spread real pain and suffering throughout the world instead of the fake as fuck, woe is me grim and gothic phone sex shit that they did in the past.  We’ll see.

 

Ass Rape Porn Violation Vids Are Hot!

Ass rape porn

Hands down, the most popular violation videos I film are the ass rape porn videos.  Yeah, the snuff stuff gets a lot of traction and a lot of my crazy customers like my creepy monster shit, but I could combine the total sales of both plus the sales I get from my recorded bloodshows and just barely reach the grosses I get from forcing unwilling fuck pigs to get butt banged on film.

The cool part about it is I don’t even have to stalk and nab the nookie holes I want to exploit.  I put out an ad for “models” who want to get into “film” and they come right to me.  I don’t let them see who is going to be getting into their asses.  In fact, I don’t even tell them they’re going to be doing anal at all.  I pay them, have them sign the waiver then let the games begin.  Makes the scene feel more real.  My customers pay well for realism.

Here’s a secret; I don’t pay the men in any of my films.  They know going into it, I don’t cheat them out of anything.  Having the freedom to do whatever they want to a skanky little whore’s disgusting fuck holes is payment enough.  They get to be as rough as they want, barring killing or mangling the bitch, and can blow as many loads on or in her as they want.  That’s payment enough.  The only thing that absolutely has to happen during their scandalously sadistic sex scene is plenty of rough anal penetration.

You can perform, you can buy or you might just watch, but the thing I know for certain is that, one way or another, my messed up ass rape porn videos are going to work their way into your life sooner or later.  Hot tip; If you don’t want to risk taking an unwanted dick delivery up your cornhole cavern, don’t answer any ads looking for “models” or “dancers” or what have you.  It’s probably in your best interest.

 

So Sick Of Suffocation

Suffocation phone sex

 

I’ve got a couple of clients who love choking bitches out with a breathtaking round of suffocation phone sex, so I did what I do best and kidnapped some dumb cunt so they could have a little fun and I could make a little coin.  This shit’s getting too easy, I’m going to have to find a challenge for myself soon or else I’m going to go ballistic.  They love it, I mean just look at them.  They’re going at her like she’s the last steak on the buffet, but I’m just feeling pretty blah about it.

Yeah, sure the money’s great in snatching up a slut and selling strangle sessions to all of the sick and sadistic sex addicts that run in my circles, but it’s just getting to be so simple that it’s kind of boring me, now.  Stalk and creep on a fine fuck pig, hogtie her and throw her in the van, unload her dumb ass and dump her in my dungeon, call the crew, take their cash and let them get at it.

Of course I keep an eye on things while I go at my gash, but the thrill isn’t the same for me anymore.  Like watching a porn too many times, seeing a couple of hooded hornballs strangle and suffocate some random slut just isn’t doing it for my lady boner, these days.  I don’t know, I think I need to crank it up a notch.  Yeah, I’m going to have to just go in there and take things into my own hands.  I’m not giving any refunds, though.  Fuck that.

Am I going soft?  Do I actually feel bad for the bitch?  They cut off all her air, she doesn’t even know that dude’s big donkey dick is inside of her or see the other guy jerking off in her hair.  I don’t feel bad, she got herself into this position by not being careful.  I don’t feel anything.  Except for boredom.  The only thing that’ll get rid of this feeling is a bloodbath.  I just so happen to have three meat pumps ready to give me exactly what I need.  Like I said, no refunds.

 

The Best Blasphemer

Blasphemy phone sex

 

Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much?  It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane.  Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though.  No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.

It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity.  That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh.  Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man.  Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.  

Here’s what they don’t understand…  If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here.  Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.

Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it.  Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago.  How much do you think people knew about the world back then?  I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans.  Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder.  That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.

Go ahead and test me if you want.  The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church.  I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.  

 

The Rise And Fall Of Dawn

Accomplice phone sex

 

Sure, accomplice phone sex sounds great, but the one time I tried to take on a trainee and make a twisted little mentee in my image, it went horribly wrong!  I thought I could create a cute and cum thirsty killer just like me, but, boy, was I wrong.

I was on the prowl one night when I came upon a big piece of property with a small little house on it and an old shed tucked way out in the back forty.  I lurked in the shadows and crossed along the perimeter of the land until I reached the out building, where I could hear muffled screams coming from the inside.  I quietly dashed over to the door and slowly slid it open to find it was a makeshift bedroom obviously set up for abuse and torture.  The target of all of that pain was laying shackled to a bed with big, greasy fuck pig on top of her, rough humping and pushing her face hard into the mattress.

The flashbacks to my past were staggering but fueled my instantaneous rage.  I jumped on that jackass like a jungle cat and started stabbing him in the neck over and over again until he gurgled and spurted and collapsed on top of the captive girl.  I pushed him off of her, unlocked her blood-slick shackles and quickly absconded with her into the darkness.

Of course I felt bad for her so I took her under my wing and brought her into my lethal life of sex, drugs and severe sadism.  I even told her to pick a new name for her new life, just like I did, and, after a little deliberation, she went with “Dawn.”  She was into all of it, didn’t even freak out in any of the weird rooms in my house of horrors!  Dawn took to kidnapping, torture and using whatever lousy fuck she wanted to please her pretty little pussy with no problem.  She took to her new life with vigor and extreme violence.  And that was kind of the problem.  She was a little too into it and way too into me.

Sure, we were lovers, we did a lot of fucking together.  That wasn’t the issue.  She didn’t just want to be with me, she wanted to BE me.  We would plan a simple stalking or subway throat slashing and then Dawn would go off on her own and do it before our agreed upon scheduled time.  Also, every festering little fuck pig we brought home she would take control of the situation and have all of the fun with them herself.  Like she would edge me out of the situation and cut all of the juiciest spots or fuck all of the biggest cocks herself and try to just leave me with some sliced up and bloodied bodies and a bunch of limp dicks!  I was not having it.

The fuck straw that broke the killer camel’s back was when I found her in my bed wearing my lingerie and fucking the corpse of a guy I actually liked.  He didn’t deserve that, he was one of the good ones.  But, in true Jennifer Jason Leigh style, she didn’t like that he and I had any sort of friendly connection for one reason or another so she put a stop to it.  So I put a stop to her.

Sometimes you can’t get close enough to a person, either to have a real connection with them or to simply kill them.  So, when you’ve failed to successfully assimilate them into your lurid life and if you don’t want to risk what they might do to you if they manage to get their hands on you, in that case of having absolutely, positively no other choice at all, I bring out my .45 ACP.  I might not have been able to trust the crazy cunt I created, but I can always trust my Colt.  

Poor Dawn didn’t have a chance.  Truthfully, I should’ve known better.  Sure, we started out the same, but Willow was created and crafted by the dark, but Dawn was created by Willow.  Kind of like a copy of a copy.  I’m an imperfect being, nothing I do will ever be perfect.  But I guarantee you I’ll never try to teach an abused bitch how to be me, ever again.

 

Everyone Cum Fuck Willow!

Bondage phone sex

Sure I get to kick around, kidnap or kill anyone I want, but it doesn’t come without a price.  No, I’m not talking about some existential toll on my soul or any sappy shit like that.  Me and my soul know exactly where we’re going.  What I mean is there’s a gnarly group of dark individuals who let me, and many others like me, literally get away with murder as long as I give them complete and unequaled access to my body.  I’m not sure how they know everything that they do, but they have apparently been privy to nearly all of my ghastly goings on and macabre machinations.  Are they occult oriented or just big ballers in the government with some crazy super surveillance?  I have no idea.  I do know they want a lot more from me than just blowjobs and bondage phone sex.

For a few years now, I’ve been getting abducted and abused by this concealed cabal of sex crazed criminals.  The first time was right after I took out an entire family and their babysitter and made it look like the mother did it all.  It was perfect, I was pretty sure I had gotten away with it, but two nights later I went to sleep in my bed and awoke strapped into a chair with some bondage cuffs and collar, completely naked except for a black bag on my head.

When the sack was finally ripped off of me and my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in some strange, stark apartment.  I’ve been in and out of almost every complex in my area and this layout was completely foreign to me.  I just waited and took in my surroundings with the brightest lights in the world shining right in my eyes.  I knew how that shit would go down, I would either be told why I was there, used and then released or I would be kept, maybe trafficked then killed.  None of those options scare me so there was no fear in my body whatsoever for my face to portray.  No, instead I was quite curious.

After a long moment, a booming disguised voice said just one thing to me… “You’ve been a bad girl, Willow.”  Just before I could respond, a man dressed in all black stepped in front of me and told me to open my mouth and keep it open if I didn’t want to have an icepick jammed into my eardrum.  That’s one of my moves, I’ve seen the pain involved with that fist hand so it wasn’t even a judgment call.  My piehole popped open before he could finish his sentence and he immediately started pumping his fuck pole into my mouth really hard.  After a minute or two, his buddy joined and did the same, and then another a few minutes after that.  Three guys facefucking a skinny blonde locked to a chair waving an icepick in her face.  I wasn’t afraid, I just kept thinking how contrived it all was because I set up and enjoyed the very same situation with a dumb little sow of a slut a year or two before that night.

When they were done with my gob, they unhooked me from the chair and made me walk on my hands and knees around the almost empty room while they took turns banging me from behind and yelling for me to squeal like a pig.  Every time they didn’t think I was loud enough or moved quickly enough, I got the cattle prod and cock hammered harder.  “Giddyup, little fuck pig!”  A few zaps to the ass, back and ribs while she’s getting mercilessly railed will really make a gal think.  How many whores had I scared shitless and paraded around like a cum filled porcine prize?

They did it all: slut shaming and whore writing, took punishment pictures and violent videos of me to sell, even put me on a live stream and told everyone watching that they could “Cum fuck Willow!” if they could figure out our location.  To entice the viewers, the three fucks spit and pissed on me the whole time.  That’s when it hit me… These were all twisted porn scenarios I set up and sold.  Whoever these guys were, they had not only seen my art, but they appreciated it.  They were fans!

Not just any fans, they knew how to find me and that’s not easy.  Well connected doesn’t begin to cut it.  I have to admit, I felt better having figured it out, even as a knock came from the other side of the door.  It didn’t matter to me who had found us, I knew I was going to be fine no matter how much abuse my holes were about to take.  My devotees would make sure of that.

Since then, they’ve taken me several times with no rhyme or reason as to when they do it, I guess it’s just whenever they feel like it.  Fortunately, I love to play their little games.  Seeing how it feels to be subjected to my torturous ways is pretty fucking fun!  Sometime I’ll tell you about the time they actually sold me off to the highest bidder and I landed a free eight month vacation to Russia.

 

WANTED: Cunt Loving Accomplice

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex is an essential part of my masterfully murderous lifestyle.  It’s the best way for me to find an anonymous helping hand for all of the twisted plans I have in store for the public at large and get my rocks off at the same time.  I don’t give a shit who it is on the other line, if they’re down to play along with my ghastly gore games then they’re just the type of person I want to let inside of me.

I like to use my peculiar playmates in all kinds of ways.  They’re amazing spies, you won’t find a creepier peeping tom anywhere than the pervs I have stalking neighborhoods for me. They’re great at lurking in the night and only being visible in the corners of the eyes and imaginations of all of those yuppie suburbanite shit sacks.  The best is using them as decoys, but not like you might imagine.  A stalker decoy.  I let them chase down a little fuck pig of my choosing then conveniently show up during the hunt and offer “help.”  By the time the dumb darlings realize that I’m in cahoots with their creep, it’s too late for them.

Whether we kill the cunt or just scare the everliving fuck out of her, I always give my anonymous accomplice the prize of pounding my tight and twisted twat.  He deserves it.  I like to catch a creampie deep in my cunt and then squeeze it out of my fuckhole so it drips off of my pussy lips and all over our abducted dipshit.

Added bonus: if we off that hapless hag, it’s his DNA that’ll be all over her, not mine.

   

Special Long Pig Sale!!!

Cannibalism phone sex

 

Hey, all you cannibalism phone sex freaks!  I got a fresh load of the finest long pig you’re going to find on the black market today!  Get it while it’s fresh, get it while it’s hot!  And you better hurry, because at prices like these, our special sexy selections WILL NOT LAST!!!

We have every kind of fuck-n-fillet-me flesh your putrid palate could ever desire!  In the mood pussy meat for tacos?  We have a lusty ‘linea’ of latina fuck pigs to pound your meat into then cut up for carnitas.  Need some sadistic soul food on both your pole and your plate?  Choose between one of several of our black ‘Nawlins’ street hookers, guaranteed to have the spiciest sweetbreads in the entire lineup!  If you want to slice up a slanted slit or two, we have a wide variety of asian sluts for you to sift through.  Be sure to get plenty of them because you know that after you eat a little asshole Moo Shu pork and hot and sour ligament soup, you’re going to be hungry an hour or so later!

Come on down and get your cut while you can!  These prices are as crazy as the twisted bitch who catches all of the product!  Fuck pigs this cheap will not last!!!  Buy three piggies or more and I’ll throw in a torso or hind quarters of your choosing, ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!