Blasphemy & Cannibal Murder Phone sex Fantasies

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Here’s a thought for you. Murder phone sex fantasies will bring you, to a complete orgasmic explosion.  

Meat processing centers around the world have limited food and your fellow cunts are less fertile. Malnutrition has made birthing new calfs dangerous! Someone is going to be sacrificed to our Dark Lord soon so we can be blessed!  The process works but only when the grip of the final agony releases the hormones. Since so few people volunteer, certain agents can acquire the supplies they need from the street as long as you sign your life away! We  are not gentle in persuading fathers and mothers to give up offspring to us! 

Once we have your signature we “program” you turning you into a nice docile twat for us only we get the treat! We take in sisters to entertain the ones in power and let each fight out who will be able to live this round! The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved at the same time. One would be food and one would be the one to survive this. I dig the teeth of the saw into the girls necks as they begin to fight! Making a little trickle of blood falling down. That begins a feeding frenzy as the other chic a dee gets put on a pedestal and a big blade goes right into her still beating heart! This is true blasphemy sex! 

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Demon Spawn

Taboo phone sexAs much as I have been violated and beaten, you think that I would hate men and want nothing to do with a hard cock but there I lay sleepless and wet in my bed!

I can’t help but reach down and slide my fingers along my juicy wet clit!

I start playing with my nipples and their hardness is a clear indication of how completely aroused I am!

Just as I was about to plunge a finger into my dripping cunt, I feel the sheets start to slide off my naked body.

I watch as they are slowly pulled to the floor, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable.

I call out but no one answer.

I watch as the mattress indents as if someone is kneeling next to me but there is no one there!

I open my mouth to scream and my head is pushed hard down onto the bed and something seems to be covering my mouth, preventing my plea for help!

My legs are being pried open by something that is not there and suddenly, a hard skull rattling, violent thrusts, slams deep into my wet cunt, tearing through my flesh like a machete through wet paper!

The entity continued to pound my pussy with enough force to shatter every bone in my body until a hot burning sensation shot deep into my my aching fuck hole and flooding my womb with his demon seed!

I closed my eyes tight and smelled burning flesh as what felt like a branding iron burned my clit!

And with a cold shrill cry, I was alone again. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew there was something evil growing inside me, something that would continue to violently fuck me from the inside out until the sadistic spawn was torn from my bloody cunt and released into the world!

 

Snuff Whore For Snuff Sex

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If you know me at all, you know that I’m quite the dirty little snuff whore for snuff sex. There’s just something so satisfying about it. Sometimes I do like the submissive nature of it and I like it when the life is drained right out of me. But even more than that, I love it when I get calls from pervs who want me to be their accomplice. Do you know how much fun it is to talk about exactly how we’d pluck a girl in broad daylight? We will discuss what we’d do to her once we got her home. You might be curious about what it will be. Spoiler alert: it’s not going to end well for her. See, in my devious fantasy, we’re going to do things to her that we don’t want anyone else to know about. Things that hurt. Things that will make her cry out and beg for us to stop. And if we let her go after that, she’s going to run straight to someone she trusts and tell them everything. So, my partner in crime and I have to do away with her. I’m not sure what we’ll do to her yet, though. Maybe you can call and help me figure it out!

Mommy’s Basement Dwelling Loser

Nothing starts my day off fucked up like some asshat dipshit thinking he can spam me and attempt to hack my shit. Useless geekwad was fucked since I have a fetish for forensics and boyfriends that are real hardcore hackers. You think the Matrix hackers were the shit. Fuck that my guys have been recruited by secret services and shit I can’t talk about. These are the kinds I keep around me at all times. Even though my boyfriend is a Mortician doesn’t mean I don’t have slaves that serve me in other ways. They love being dominated by a sadistic cunt like me and I love the help they give me and the money.

The thing is, when someone tries to pull shit on me, I am sharpening my blades, polishing my boots and fixing up the perfect cocktail. During this time I am also putting a trace on his ip and pinging it. I find that he is using some kind of public service internet and realize he just hacked into a library and I wait to see that he is a pencil dick loser sitting in mommy’s car and changing ips logging into networks in the area. I quickly spoiled his plans. I showed up at his place after midnight. I saw the basement light on and went in the back door. These types always have an unlocked back door because they are always sneaking outside to smoke. I got him where I wanted him. Scared jerking it to pornhub. I laughed at his pathetic ass and tied him up. I started kicking and punching him before I pulled the blade. I warned him if he didn’t back the fuck down that that penis would only produce pain. I did follow the threat up with a chemical castration potion and injected it in his balls.

Castration phone sex

Ass Rape Porn with Red Rockets

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. Don’t you agree? I have found that my enjoyment of anal sex is a good thing when I need coke. The problem is that the men I fuck for drugs are more into violent sex. But I need my coke. I admit I am an addict. No one, me included, wants to cure me because I am such a freak on powder. My stepson is just one of my dealers. He is among the more violent ones too. He promised me a big bag of blow if I helped him out. I blindly agreed. I figured it was just more ass sex, rough ass sex, but nothing I could not recuperate from with a bag of frozen peas and some white powder. Turns out my stepson got himself into some trouble gambling with the wrong folks. The kind of guys who break kneecaps. These Guido types also make underground gangbang rape porn. My stepson thought if I made a movie for them maybe they would wipe his debt clean. I was hesitant to do it, but I knew my husband and our sons would be in danger if I did not help this debt go away. The loan sharks liked the idea of a soccer mom starring in one of their productions. I was not prepared for my costars. I was not high enough, but I could no longer change my mind. I was the star and about 50 four legged beasts were the costars. I may be a druggy whore, but I prefer human cock. I never felt more degraded, but this kind of furry porn makes big bucks on the black market. I was not high enough for 50 red rockets. Ultimate humiliation for me. 50 beasts nutted inside me. Their red rockets like barbed wire inside my pussy. I made that little film to save my stepson from being beat to death, but honestly, I would have preferred a snuff porn.

Torture Phone Sex Slave Goddess

Torture Phone Sex

I’m destined to a life of Torture Phone Sex. It was a casting call this time to just model lingerie. I showed up and there were five big burly men waiting for me. They had a rack of lingerie and what appeared to be another rack with shackles and rope. I was asked to undress completely so they could inspect the goods. I was forced to undress slowly. They wanted a show from the start. I had to bend over to take my bra off. While I was bent over I felt hands on my bare ass slapping me. I still had my panties on. I was to stand up and get my tits slapped then. I slid my panties down with a shimmy and was getting swatted at by a riders crop like I was some kind of animal. They laughed at me and made me stand there naked as they cuffed my wrists and lifted me by them. Things were headed in a Snuff sex direction. The proceeded to prod at me with a cattle prod and slap at me with a cat-o-nine tails. I was stinging all over my body and my twat was wet. They laughed at me hen they realized this. They wasted no time dropping me from the pully and making me fall to the floor with a thud. They then all grabbed at me and started to shove their throbbing penises in all of my holes calling me a filthy slut and I deserve every bit of what I am going to get. My holes were ripped open and then they brought in the big beast. I was done for it when that cock penetrated me and thrust so hard it destroyed my insides and left me with internal bleeding and full of cum. This Fantasy Phone Sex scene is exactly how my life ends.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Surprise

Cannibalism Phone Sex

I was asked to make the big holiday dinner for work this year, and I grinned cunningly at those faces around me. “I’ll make a meal to die for.” I chuckled. They thanked me, hypnotized by my charms and unaware that I truly am an agent of Evil itself. I decided I would give these corporate pricks more than they bargained for. I collected little darlings, and for a week I fed them wonderfully. They were spoiled with sweets, and herbs, and spices, and wines to keep them calm. I fed from them, letting my fangs sink into their neck here and there to sample their sweet blood whiskey I was craving more than anything.
The night before, I slaughtered and carved up my little lambs, and marinated those tender steaks. I cooked all day, feverishly. My little innocents got their bones used for stock, and I made a hearty soup from their organs, and some vegetables from my own garden. It was delicious, up until I added the arsenic. Then I let it simmer away, soaking wet and delighted at the feast that awaited my coworker cohorts.
They came, and I served them a delicious, robust meal. I stayed busy refilling decanters and wine glasses. None of them noticed I only picked from certain dishes. They complimented my steak, and asked what it was. I grinned, nonchalantly stroking my cunt under the table in a moment of rest, as I chuckled, “Goat. It’s young goat.” They were in awe. And then, the sickness set in as the apple cyanide custard was a sure hit. Cleaning up that evening, I stacked my bonfire high, cumming in front of the flames as I praised Baphomet.

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.

Snuff Whore Layla

domination phone sexIf I were to be killed, I want my killer to force fuck  me first. At least I go out feeling pleasure with the fucking pain. Suffocate me with your huge cock and don’t pull it out even when I try to fight you. Gag me with that cock and treat me like that trash whore I am. Rub my spit and tears all over my fucking face while I try helplessly to catch my breath before you shove your cock in my throat again. This is what my body was meant to be used for, endure your cock and your wrath. Whip me and slap me relentlessly while I beg you to stop, press the blade of your knife close against my neck and tell me to shut the fuck up and take your cock. Mmmmm, yes, that’s it. It’s like lust and fear at the same time. Your cock is like my last meal, so I guess I’d better enjoy it.
As you tied me up with my hands above my head and my thighs forced open, my pussy drips with anticipation. At this point, I’m your little whore slave, here to please your cock until you decide you’re ready to get rid of my body. You fist my cunt before fucking me, making me cum and squirt all over you. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this like I am, so you decide to punish me. As you thrust your cock inside my wet pussy, you take your blade and slice me up my stomach, leaving me screaming in agony as you fuck the shit out of my pussy. I bleeding all over your cock and don’t know whether to cry to moan. “Take it bitch!” you yell at me. I do.
You wrap your hands around my neck as you begin to bang my pussy harder and faster. I’m no longer moaning as I’m struggling to breathe, but instead of you loosening your grip, you grip tighter. This is my last fuck, I can tell, it’s way more brutal than the other times. I get a small break of air as you remove one hand to roughly slap my titties and face. That revives me for a split second. I look you in your eyes as you tell me “you’re such a pretty whore,” as you bury your cock deeper in me and stab my side. At this point, I know exactly how this fuck fest is going to end… With you cumming all over my cold, dead body.

Snuff Sex Season

snuff sexWinter is here and it is the best time of the year for snuff sex. It gets darker earlier. You can burry a body under snow and it takes it longer to find the remains. Not that I leave remains, however. I like tossing a dead body outside my kill cabin in winter because the wild animals are hungrier. Coyotes and wolves will tear apart a bloody corpse and even eat the bones. Only remains get shit out of animals and no one is looking for the DNA of a missing young girl in wild animal crap in the deep of the woods. I do enjoy killing girls the most. I am not the kind of girl who has BFFs. I am a lone wolf. I do not bond over boys and make-up or shopping. Now, if you are an equally twisted fuck, I might bond with you in kinship over torture sex. What gets my motor running is inflicting pain on stupid cunts. I like to play with my victims. Sexual mutilation like stapling cunt lips to thighs, piercing nipples and clits, prolapsing assholes… I like old fashioned torture too. Pulling out teeth with pliers, breaking fingers and toes, pulling finger nails out; you know stuff that makes a girl scream. I do not have a cock. Sometimes, I feel like I do, but I need you to help with the sexual violation of my prey. I will use a knife, a strapon, even my fist to hurt a bald cunt, but nothing replaces a cock inside a virgin pussy. I take most of the risk and you get most of the pleasure. How is that not hot and a win win situation? You can leave your DNA all over a young slut and I will get rid of the evidence. Trust me, I know how to hide the bodies. I have slaughtered hundreds of girls since my teens and I have never been caught.