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.  

Cannibalistic Torture

Cannibalism Phone Sex

The knife was whispering across his skin as he begged me not to hurt him. I laughed quietly, knowing that was all that he would know from now on. Running the blade gently, I drew tiny streaks of blood. He would not stop whining, so I dragged the knife down towards his cock. He was uncut, and although I prefer uncircumcised cocks, this one was getting on my nerves. I grabbed a handful of his cock, and slid the knife right through it at the base. He screamed, so I shoved that detached cock right in his open mouth. “Here’s your circumcision, bitch.” I laughed cruelly.

I spent hours skinning him after I cauterized his bleeding little stump. I really love the way his eyes pleaded with me first for release, then for mercy, and then for death. I would give him one of those, and he and I both knew which one it would be. It was a slow death for him, skinning him alive and rubbing sultry, salty seasonings into his flesh. I intended to roast this one; he had good muscle with just enough fat to be absolutely delicious. I know how to slowly roast, to keep them alive for as long as possible as the meat cooks. The fear gives the flesh such a fantastic flavoring, I can’t even begin to describe it. 

I took my time, flayed him good and seasoned him right. He was going to be a delicious treat. I tied his hands behind his back, and bound him tightly to the large, wooden stake. I would be roasting him over open flames! The smoke, of course, was going to fill up the neighborhood. Everyone would wonder what smelled so fucking good; it’s your piggy chief of police honey. Come over and grab a bite!

Castration Phone Sex

I just want to strangle you

strangulation phone sex

I just had a call for strangulation phone sex. He wanted to know how long my neck was and if I had even been choked before. I answered that my neck was 4 inches and that I liked to be choked during sex. He chuckled kind of darkly and said that they would some of both. He had me come and sit down in a chair that he had prepared in the middle of the room. I did as I was told and he tied my body to the chair. He then placed a ball gag into my mouth so that I couldn’t start screaming for help. He stepped behind me and I could hear him making some noise and I was curious and also a little scared. I felt his hands gently come around my neck and caress it for a few minutes before he placed his arm around my neck and start squeezing. I was trying to thrash some as I began to see black spots but he didn’t let up. My vision was darkening when he let go finally. I was breathing pretty heavy and crying when he told me to get as much air as I could in this small amount of time. He then brought a noose down from the rafters above and placed it around my neck. As he was pulling the other end of the rope to tighten the noose he removed my gag telling me that he wanted to hear me struggle for air as it turned him on. As the rope got tighter I started choking and gagging. My face was burning and I was crying. He finally just tied the rope off and let me hang there for a few minutes before he came over, cut my clothes off and fucked me until he came. He then caressed my face and said that I had served my purpose and he walked away and turned the light off as I sat there hanging.

Have Hardcore Brat Sex With Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodies

He was the kind of sick pervert who needed to have brat sex with dead bodies.  Succulent sweet morsels who were cast out by society. I would lure these street urchins in and commence the torturing before he even got here. Slashing bodies with a cat-o-nine tails embedded with jagged pieces of glass. When he arrived with his mask on, I told him no need. We would be killing these fuck tots and they would never be able to say a word. As for me I knew of him, but did not wish to end up with the fishes. This was a man with a strong political affiliation and a millionaire. He had paid for these two. Blonde girls with no homes. He only wished to watch as I inflicted more pain. I took out my hunting blade and began cutting each little body. Until he stopped me mid cut and asked where the boy was. I grinned up at him and pointed to the closet. Inside he would find his treasure. A younger boy than these cruising bound in duct tape. The Little boy would be his desert after we finished killing these two. He had booked three hours with me and the first hour would be me fucking up perfect flesh of these girls and then he would finally spread there legs and fuck them as I broke each ones neck. But he would not cum just yet. He needed his little bratkin boy to fuck up the ass until he could see that cock bulge. And then I turned over his boy pocket pussy and he kissed him goodbye as I slit his throat and my man finally came! 

Submissive Slut Layla

snuff phone sexA few years ago, I ran across this guy on social media. He was sexy as fuck and I sent him a DM and flirted a little. He obliged and we started talking. The conversation started off casual, and out of nowhere he said all of these sexual things he wanted to do to me. Tying me up, eating my ass, spanking me, pissing on me, etc. I hadn’t done a lot of those things back then and hadn’t had many sexual encounters up until then, I figured I’d give it a shot.
I invited him over that same night and he accepted the invitation. He came over and I offered him something to eat and drink. As he declined my offer, he walked up behind me and whispered in my ear, “The only thing I want to eat is that ass!” I froze. His hands explored my body before making it in between my legs and he started rubbing on my pussy through my thong. Before I knew it, he flipped me over his shoulder, threw me on the couch, pulled my thong off and started eating my pussy and ass. I’d never had a man make me feel this way. After I rode the shit out of his face, I was ready to ride the rest of his. He pulled his cock out and I sucked it before I rode that, too. He must’ve been excited already because he came inside of me after a few minutes.
When I went into the bathroom to clean up, he followed me, put me on the counter and started eating my pussy again. Round two! The way his tongue flicked my clit while his fingers fucked my pussy, I couldn’t handle it, I squirted all over his face. “Mmmmm Yes! You little fucking whore!” he exclaimed as he pulled me off the counter, bent me over and shoved his huge cock into my little asshole. I’d never been fucked back door before, it was like a different type of ecstasy. My eyes were rolled in the back of my head and my mouth hung open, I was about to cum all over his cock. “You like that, bitch?” he asked while slapping my face and pounding my ass. “Yes! YES!”, were the only words I could scream.
He fucked me for HOURS! He gave me the royal whore treatment. Trained me how to suck and take cock like the filthy slut I am. By the end of the night, he had me roped up, covered in his cum and begging for more!

Sadistic phone sex slut Stephanie

sadistic phone sexI’ve been an evil, sadistic phone sex slut since well before I was even old enough to have a credit card. I’ve spent countless nights, on the phone, playing with my cummy whore cunt and listening to wild fantasies from the men I serve. I would fantasize about actually snatching little sluts up and torturing them. It wasn’t long before those calls were no longer enough to keep me satisfied. I wanted to hear a slut scream for her life. I knew that was the only thing that was going to make my twisted, evil cunt cum. My first victim was a young slut I picked up walking home alone. She never suspected a thing from the sweet, innocent looking stranger who offered her a ride. As soon as I had her in my car, it was too late to change my mind. I drove her to my house and snatched her out by her hair. Dragging that slut into the shed wasn’t easy. I had to grab my brother’s baseball bat and knock her out to get her inside. When she finally woke up, I had her tied down to an old table. I sat on her face so that her screams were muffled by my soaked pussy. I took my brother’s hunting knife and started to slice off her nipples as I grinded my cunt into her face. Feeling her scream and cry had me so fucking wet! I took that knife and plunged it deep into her stomach and ripped all the way up to her tits. I slid my hands into the warm, bloody hole, pulling out intestines and organs. I could feel her screaming and weakly begging me to stop. Her screaming made my pussy cum all over her face. I finished her off by slitting her throat and stashed her in the trunk of my car. That night I dumped her into the river downtown and got rid of every little shred of evidence. It’s been years since that first slut started my evil adventures. She’s still listed as a Jane Doe, while I’m still snuffing out stupid sluts to make my pussy cum.

 

Fantasy Phone Sex Force Fucking Mommy

fantasy phone sexI enjoy fantasy phone sex calls. That is why I am on a snuff site. I have no taboos. If you think you are too extreme; I will likely tell you to kick it up a notch. I enjoy all taboo fantasies. The more creative and violent, the hornier I get. Pain slut, submissive whore, druggy whore, sex slave, torture doll… all are names to describe me. I am a dirty slut and a nasty freak. So, when he told me he had naughty fantasies about force fucking his mother, I knew he was in the right place. The scene was that mommy was putting up the tree and holiday decorations. She had on a conservative nightgown, but it was obvious mommy had no bra on because her nipples were erect. That was the clue in his mind that mommy needed fucked. As I was bent over putting lights on the tree, my boy grabbed me hard. He pulled up my nightgown and tore my panties off my body. Despite my protests, my son explored his rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. He rammed his cock in my pussy bareback. I was screaming for him to stop. I mean he was my son, and I could get pregnant. He did not like that I was fighting him. He slammed me down on the floor and fucked my ass until I cried. I was bleeding and barely able to crawl. After he nutted, he made me suck his cock clean. It was covered in mommy’s blood and feces. I was gagging as I sucked the mess off my son’s cock. He was so mean to mommy. He hurt mommy. He enjoyed hurting mommy too. His fantasy was not that different from my own experiences with my stepson. Sometimes my calls imitate my life.