Sex with dead bodies is not the main objective just a bonus

Sex with dead bodies“Just kill me now!” she begged, and though I do love Sex with dead bodies I want her to suffer just a little bit more. Doesn’t she know it not about the destination for me but the journey. I love to hear her screams and to see the terror in her eyes. Knowing that I have complete control over this slut is my crack.

Ive had this sadistic fantasy about grabbing a cute innocent little slut and hog tying her up and torturing her. I found this beauty at the bus stop and I knew she was perfect for the ritual. She screams echo so loudly in this empty warehouse. The acoustics seem to vibrate like the best vibrator and I can feel my cunt well up.

When I grabbed the hot knife and sliced through here the smell of her skin cooking under the heat did it for me. I fell into a pool of her blood and my squirt. Legs shaking and heart racing I needed more I started slashing her wildly, blood spewing every which way. I am cuming over and over again as I see the life fading from her eyes.

Just when I thought I couldn’t cum again I heard the hiss of her letting out her last breath. She looks so much more angelic lying her motionless as blood drips out her many wounds. I could help but take advantage of that warm hole. I rammed my tongue deep inside tasting the aftermath of the trauma I inflicted. I can taste the blood mixed with her cum. It’s funny how even when you know you are going to die your body will still react to stimuli isn’t it?

Snuff sex Teen rape porn

Rape phone sex fantasiesThere are 10 days left until Halloween and I’ve already got my luring costume fully steamed. It’s the best time of the year to portray an image.. One that deceives everyone! Where I can dress-up and totally be mistaken for someone else.. The easiest way to make it so nobody can identify me..

Hahaha, who’s going to know that the sexy mysterious woman hiding beneath that latex mask is me.. That’s right nobody! Have you guessed it? I am going to be the sexiest most sadistic fucking cat-woman that will be walking the streets! The only jewels I will be stealing are those precious little gems.

Snatching every ounce of their innocence and draining their little bodies of their souls! I have been planning this all year and this year specifically, is going to be unlike any other.. For the past two years I haven’t been able to celebrate because of thee huge covid hoax..

But NOW, after being deprived of those fresh slits! It is time to finally rail in as many worthless fuck pigs into my dungeon and serve My Batman a dish of fresh twits on a thick rod! I want to puncture those disgusting twat holes and destroy them from the inside out.

Blood sucking maggots are going to get exactly what they deserve. Torture, Brutal torture! Let the night begin.

Snuff phone sex

Evil phone sex obsession

evil phone sex

I got into this stuff because I learned how much my boyfriend loves evil phone sex. It was a complete accident, but once I uncovered the truth, there was no going back. All he wanted was to use my cunt and make me bleed. The beatings got worse and worse. It became like a monster that couldn’t control himself. Still, I couldn’t leave, and once it fucked me up mentally, I was forever a snuff lover.

Now I can’t cum unless I am in a pool of blood. It’s sick and sinister, but the pain makes me go crazy. The only way to get my cunt wet is by you whipping me or brutally using me. I’m forever a snuff doll for men.

Snuff Porn is On Men’s Minds The Entire Month

snuff pornSnuff porn is on guys’ minds this month. October is full of horror films. Guys get inspiration. Guys like my stepson who hates me. He summed me to his place the other night. I was not fucked up. In fact, I looked like a typical soccer mom. I had been out with my boys shopping for their Halloween costumes when I got the text. I dropped my sons off at the house and hustled over to my stepson’s place. I knew it would not be pleasant for me. It never is, but since he is blackmailing me, when he summons me, I rush to his place. I walked into what looked like a horror movie set. He had snuff sex on his mind. He told me he needed some quick money. I have been his cash cow for years now. He has no job. He cannot keep one either. My husband will not give him money anymore either. My husband knows we are both bad with money. The difference between me and my stepson is that I can trade my fuck holes for my drugs. My stepson cannot, but he can trade mine. He pimped me out for a live stream. He had a few guys who paid him to fuck me. Then he had thousands of guys paying to watch the live stream of me getting fucked. He had it set up so that we would be reacting violent scenes in popular horror movies like the Saw and Halloween franchises. This was not good for me. I mean I could end up dead. One of these days my stepson will go too far. I tell myself that as much as he hates me, he needs me. I am his cash cow. Without me, he has no money for drugs. We made a bunch of mini gangbang rape porn videos that night. I got fucked hard. I got beat and fisted and even choked too. I did not like being brutalized. I never do. But I have many more years of being his punching bag because he is blackmailing me. I survived, but I know one day, I won’t.

IT Wants Willow

Rape phone sex fantasies

Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown.  Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death.  Not me, though.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.

It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho.  I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe.  It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do.  I love it.  That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.

The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub.  Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath.  I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep.  He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me.  I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer.  Color me intrigued.

His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat.  As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me.  Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it.  It didn’t work.  I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.  

Ever fluster a cosmic entity?  It’s pretty fun.  When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad.  That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me.  Now we’re talking.  I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time.  Hell, I’ll try anything once.

I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep.  Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right.  Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing.  I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me.  That demon definitely did not disappoint.

Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once.  I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine.  One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy.  I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain.  Cathartic as hell.  I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck.  We all fuck, down here.

 

Savagely Slaying Torture Sex

Torture sex should be savage, and should amount to slaying a worthless fuck meat. Well, usually meant to be my demise, except seems I have enough worth to revive me and stitch me back together for the next filming.

I’m Geneva and my place in life is to play the star in snuff films. Most of them borderline real and those are the ones I nearly lose myself in the career to. I have nearly died a countless amount of times. I have had a cunt that was raw and savagely destroyed. My ass has been ripped over and over again and prolapsed.

My breasts, fake as they are have had the implants replaced a few dozen times after a slasher and fuck her kind of film. I am a B-movie lover geeks wet dream.

Torture Sex

Snuff Porn Needs A Female Accomplice Like Me

snuff pornTis the season for snuff porn. That is what Harry said when he hired me to be his accomplice. He knows some guys I have worked with in the pass and my number was passed along.  I met with him, and we hit it off. He wanted to take fantasy and make it a reality. In many ways, Harry was like most of my fantasy snuff callers. He has a thing for young, teen girls. He jacks off thinking about fucking some hot teen slut. It makes it hotter for him to think that the girl is unwilling to fuck him. He does not like to fuck the willing whores. I get it. Exploring rape phone sex fantasies is hot, but doing it is so much hotter. He told me about his dream teen girl. We agreed on a price. We determined a date and location to turn his dark fantasies into reality. I love helping men explore their dark desires. It is so much more fun to be the accomplice than the victim. I am still the victim on my calls often, but in my real life, I am mostly the willing accomplice who helps men do bad things. I no longer care that some young slut is getting violated. I got violated all the time when I was a teen girl and look at me now? It is a survival of the fittest world. I duped a young red head, tiny teen girl so she would willing get into a car with me. And I drove her to this flea bag hotel where everyone minds their own business. My client was waiting and excited to see what I brought him. He had all the camera equipment set up to make a teen rape porn too. He was pleased that I found his perfect victim. She screamed bloody murder and fought more than I expected for her size. But hot damn, did her cunt bleed a crimson red. She was a virgin. She was alive too, but not now. My client destroyed her as he fucked her. And I got it all on film for his spank bank.

Torture phone sex, can you make my dreams come true?

Torture phone sex

Torture phone sex is something I’ve been thinking of since that moment I bumped my head and realized how turned on I was by the pain. Just imagine, you walk in throwing me up against the wall… Maybe, a little too hard. Then just having your way with me, leaving marks and bruises all over my body. Just the thought of it gets my heart racing. I want nothing more than to please a super strong powerful male who can Dominate me. It would be even better if it was during Kidnapping phone sex.

Just the idea of being totally helpless at someone else’s mercy has my heart and cunt throbbing.  Do you think you have what it takes to totally fuck my whole world up? Leaving me a whimpering mess on the floor? Or, maybe totally cold and still… Just a slumped-over ruined woman. That’s what I crave, to be someone’s property to be used as they see fit. Gagged and bagged, or so to speak.

Show me what you’ve got unless you’re scared. Maybe I’m actually a little more fucked up than you are? Is it possible? Come find out if we are compatible.

 

Taboo Phone Sex with Cum Dumpster

Taboo Phone Sex

With my type of taboo phone sex, I am usually open to everything and anything! I love consensual and non-consensual so much! My boyfriend decided to scare me one day after learning all of my naughty and crazy kinks. He grabbed me while wearing a mask and shoved me into the trunk of his car, I was screaming, but my pussy was dripping wet with excitement. He brought me down into a basement that wasn’t ours and I had no idea who he was when he ripped my clothes off to reveal my tits and my wet cunt. He taunted me and dragged a knife across my stomach, causing droplets of blood to draw on me like a ritual. The rest of the night was spent making me scream.

Snuff Phone Sex Season is Here: Let’s Go Bimbo Hunting

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is always popular, but during October, it is at its peak in popularity. It is because horror movies inspire you to kill.  I am not blaming horror movies for my murderous impulses. Those were always there. Horror films, however, showed me how easy it is to get away with murder. I am smarter and more realistic than your typical horror flick villain. I hunt a lot of the same prey though. Dumb bimbos flood the horror movie genre, but they flood the world too. They need eliminated one bimbo at a time. I hooked up with Paul last night. He wanted to go bimbo hunting with me. We had a bimbo right in our bar too. This blonde waif of a girl with a fake ID. A true Karen in the making too. She was likely 18 but her bad fake ID had her at 25. The door man caught her, and she threw a fit. Started talking about how her daddy owned half this city and him too. She was busted with a fake ID. She should have walked away, but she made an ass out of herself and started tossing her privilege around. We had a winner. This little bitch needed to feel our killer phone sex rage for girls like her. If the world has one less Karen, it is better off. We left when they kicked her out of the bar. Her drunk and belligerent ass was still ranting in the parking lot. I clocked her over the head and Paul shoved her in the trunk. I took her to my cabin in the woods. My accomplice for the night fucked the shit out of her first. I mean part of the fun of having an accomplice is the force fucking. I can use my fist or a foreign object, but your cock is the perfect final cock any bimbo deserves. We shredded the drunk cunt. My accomplice for the night explored his violent rape phone sex fantasies, and I dismembered and disemboweled the cunt. I know you have some bimbo you want to snuff too. It is hunting season my fellow sadistics. Who should we fuck and kill?