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Necrophilia phone sex with Morticia

Necrophilia phone sex

He stunk of fear, sweat and blood. I knew when he knocked on my door that he needed me. I didn’t think I would be cleaning up his fucking mess right now. The fire is roaring and the beasts are barking. I made him cut off her clothes and burn them one and a time. His dumb ass tried to keep her panties. He fucked this up already and he needed to just fucking listen to me. I grabbed his hard cock and squeezed my sharp nails deep into the shaft of his cock to make sure I had his full fucking attention and I asked him if he fucked her. He looked away as if he was ashamed of his actions… Did you put your cock deep inside of her? That’s how you did it isn’t it. You shoved your cock into her virgin asshole and started fucking her, ripping her apart and you couldn’t stop her screaming… You covered her mouth with your hand.. Did you forget to let her fucking breath through her nose?! His Grunts were all the answers I needed. I let him go and he cut the string that was holding her up in the tree as we prepped her body to burn and feed to the beasts… He started to spread her lifeless ass cheeks apart to shove his cock deep inside of her again.. But I wanted that rock hard cock deep into my cunt so fucking bad.. I walked over and put his face in my pussy as he fucked her cold asshole he licked my pussy until I pushed him down and rode his cock. I came so fucking hard when he blew his rotten load deep inside my warm wet cut. Cleaning up his messes made me so fucking hot!

Snuff phone sex is so much fun.

snuff phone sex

I thought I had the night off  from snuff phone sex when you knocked on my door. You were all torn up, claw marks on your face, and your shirt torn. I knew you had tried to molest some bitch and she tore you up. You’re such a fucking sissy. But I felt sorry for you and we set out to teach her a snuff phone sex lesson. She was still running through the woods and it didn’t take long for me to pick her up. She thought she was safe but she was wrong. I love hurting a tease and she was a total tramp. Long blonde hair, red lipstick and her tits hanging out. I took her back to my place where you were waiting for some snuff phone sex. You busted her right in the teeth as we walked through the door, knocking her ass out. We tied her to the work bench and went to work on making her ugly. We shaved her head and cut off her nose. She woke up screaming but we were too horny to stop. Pulling off her panties, we cut off her clit and shoved a hot curling iron deep into her cunt. That was just the beginning of our night and you’ll have to follow me to hear the rest of this sordid tale of torture.

Snuff Phone Sex Star Needs a Leading Man

snuff phone sexDo you have snuff phone sex fantasies? I swear every caller I get does. They are more common than you think. Either I am the woman who scorned him and he wants revenge or I’m daddy’s little cock teasing whore in need of punishment, deadly punishment. Or, sometimes I am just a random opportunity to do very bad things to; things men have dreamed of doing but fear of prison prevents them acting on their dark desires. Whatever the call, there are literally a million ways to die. They range from simple and quick to elaborate and painful.  All of which get my cunt really wet. I know, right? What is wrong with me that I get off on killer phone sex? My psychologist says it comes from feelings of worthlessness. I have daddy issues. Personally, I just think I am a sick and twisted pain slut. Therapy can’t help me. I was a cutter as a young girl. I have little razor blade scars all over my body. I loved mutilating my pretty flesh. Now, I love men mutilating my body. They love it too. I get cut, branded, burned, bruised, stabbed and sliced. The feel of blood trickling or pouring out of me is an arousing sensation. I like being vulnerable. I like not having control. I like not knowing what could happen to me. The more creative you get with our little snuff porn endeavor, the wetter my pussy gets. I have been told too that my screams, pleas and cries are cock hardening. I can’t help it. I love starring in my own horror movie.  Well costarring. You are really the star as you have all the power and creative control over my demise. Just promise me you will make it as gory and humiliating as possible.

Road Kill!

Torture sex My master told me about one of his crazy fucked up fantasy. I am absolutely creamy waiting. He started by telling me that he wanted me to lay on semi hot coals where my body will be all pink and tinder to the touch. He wants to hear my skin sizzling and the smell of burning flesh makes his cock hard and throb. Then he wants to throw me over his shoulder and take me outside where his truck is. He wants to throw me on the ground and hook me to the back of his truck with a chain to his ball hitch on the back of his truck. He wants to drag my limp body down a lime rock and asphalt road making me have road rash all over my tinder body.

I am bleeding all over the road as he drags my naked body down a public road. Then he wants me to take a private road and unhook me and bend me over the tail gate of his truck and fuck my tight pussy. I am bleeding and I have open wounds every where. He wants to dig his nails in the holes on my body. He just wants to use me and throw me on side of the road like road kill.

Facing His Torture Sex Desires Together

torture sex angieHe couldn’t look me in the eye when the conversation started. He was ashamed of the dark places his fantasies took him when he was alone and masturbating. But he couldn’t hide the huge pop tent that was growing in his pants as he got into more detail. Torture sex is what makes him cum the hardest. When he is jerking his cock, he lets his mind wonder and images of torture sex fill his mind. One fantasy has his girlfriend tied to a chair. He is circling her naked with a raging hard on his pre-cum glistening in the moonlight that is streaming in the window. She is smiling up at him unaware that his mind is filling with the horrific things he will do to her tonight. He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a rusty nail. Still stroking his dick he walks over to her and lifts her forefinger off the arm of the chair positioning the nail under her finger nail he pushes it down to the cuticle. It takes everything in him not to explode as her screams meet his ears and the fear registered in her eyes. Her begging and pleading, her declarations of love and the repeated question “why” only served to inflame his desire. He pulled the iron poker out of the fire place and walked back towards her. Tears streaming down her face, he tried to decide where he would place the first mark on her. Slowly he lifted the red hot poker to her left nipple and trembled as he listened tot he sound of her flesh searing, her deafening screams and the smell of burning flesh. That is when I stopped him. I was on the verge of cumming myself. I told him I understood how much of a turn on torture sex is and asked if he ever let himself get even darker and imagine snuff sex. The wicked smile he gave me told me everything I needed to know. He agreed to bring her to me nightlight and I agreed to help him live out his fantasy and make it a reality, on one condition, I get to watch it all and he has to fuck my wet cunt when we are done with her.

 

Bloody phone sex with my nubs

bloody phone sex

I went out the other night, and to no suprise I was turned into a pathetic amputee. I found my way to the hospital and I had so many infections that I had to get one of my arms amputated and both my legs. I thought I was going to be in the clear from men wanting to hurt my stupid self. Little to my surprise, I actually became a victim that every monster wanted a piece of.

I went to the store like any normal person does and as I was getting into my car I blacked out. All I remember is a glimpse of some man hitting me above my head and pushing my body to the back seat. He took off in my car and I awoke later on a hard wooden floor. I could not move or get up. He then said to me, “I love little amputee whores.” I looked at my body and my three nubs were all bleeding.

“I thought they could use some more filing down.” He looked at me with a smirk. “Oh come on, you are not even going to try and get away? I guess you couldn’t even if you wanted to.” He chuckled. He spread my thighs apart. “Now let me look at the pussy hole, it will be easier to fuck those holes open my little amputee.” I started crying, begging for him to stop and let me go.

He forced his cock into my pussy and began to thrust deep and hard into me. “What do you think you little nubbed bitch? Should I blow my load in this cunt or should I blow it on you arm nub so you can suck it into your worthless mouth?” I couldn’t catch my breath to answer. He kept pounding and thrusting at my cunt. I was bleeding and leaking all down my amputeed nubs. I never knew he would like me for my nubs.

The Rockets Red Glare

torture phone sex karmaIt’s the fourth of July. Everyone I know wants to go see the damned fireworks show.

Fuck that I am going to make my own fireworks show.

An evil, sadistic, twisted, wicked show just for me.

The main event is sedated and bound in the guest bedroom.

I have bought all the explosives I need to light up the night sky and make me ooo and ahhh at the sight and sound of it all.

Sitting here with a slippery wet cunt and a tingle in my stomach because waiting is the hardest part.

As the sun is begins to set and I go outside to start setting everything up. Just as I start to think that he should be waking up soon , I hear him start to moan through the bed room window. his moans soon become screams as he realizes his plight.

Pulling him into the center of the yard I cut all the clothes off of him. I open the sparklers and begin sharpening the little metal sticks so that I can push them into his body before lighting them.

Surveying my handy work I am very pleased with the way he looks. Almost like a porcupine. Small trails of blood running down his flesh. Lighting all the sparklers I release him from the chain and watch as he runs, screaming as the little sparks burn his flesh.

I thought he would stop drop and roll and ruin it for me but he didn’t.

Next I begin to tape the good stuff to his body with duct tape, Roman candles taped to his sides, Cakes taped to his chest and forehead and bottle rockets inserted in his penis and mouth.

As soon as they are all lite I step back and watch, his screams making me wetter then hell, knowing that the site of his chard and disfigured body as he takes his last breath will make me cum hard.

Curiosity Killed The Cat

torture phone sex angie1It was a great costume party all though not the time of year for one. Drinks were flowing, drugs were being passed around and no one knew who any one was in their costumes. Standing in the corner watching as everyone mingled, my eyes caught a young man in a black Zorro type mask. the look in his eyes were so familiar. Not like I recognized who he was. but like I recognized the look of the hunt. He was watching a young girl in the corner like a car watching it’s prey while crouched in the grass before it pounces. I could feel the thrill rising in my crotch because I knew what he was doing. he stalked her for hours before going outside for what I assumed was a bit of fresh air. When he returned he approached her and I saw him pull something from his pant’s pocket. A bit of talk between them and she was following him out the door. I watched them walk towards a car that wasn’t parked far from mine. He opened the trunk, I saw him lift his arm and come down as she slumped to the ground. He hit her with something knocking her out. As he lifted her off the ground and into his trunk, I slipped behind the wheel of my car. I followed from a safe distance to a patch of woods off a highway. I watched him hand cuff her hands behind her back and kiss her limp body while caressing her legs and lifting her skirt. Finally it appeared that she was coming to. I saw the glint of the blade and thought he would kill her and I would get no further thrill. But instead he used the knife to cut her clothes off her body before he fucked her as she fought helplessly. I could see him fucking her faster and faster before he wrapped his hands around her neck. He knew just what he was doing, choking her slowly as he drew his orgasm out for as long as he could. He was slumped over her, exhausted from the ordeal and she was slumped lifeless under him when I felt the hot cum dripping down my legs.

I love snuff sex the most!

snuff sexI love snuff sex… especially when I get to ill some little fucking annoying bitch! There was this little whore, too young to be doing the things she was doing, hanging out by my house all the time. She was trying to sell her body to men going by and she was calling a lot of attention to my neighborhood… attention that I didn’t fucking want! So I decided I had to take her out, I sent a friend out to rent her for an hour, only it was going to end in her death instead. First my friend used her as a little fucktoy then I got my turn. I fucked that sorry bitch up, cut her into pieces and fed her to my fucking dogs! No evidence to connect me to her, no evidence that that fucking whore ever even existed! Now I have a much quieter block and no more whore to annoy me… you do what you gotta do yanno?

Domination Phone Sex: Forced Intoxication

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what I want. Sometimes, however, I need to be careful what I ask for because domination comes in all sorts of forms. When I told Max I was a good submissive whore who did whatever she was told, I didn’t think he would make be drink so much. He loves force intoxicating girls. Getting them fall down drunk. All I had in my house was a bottle of Tennessee piss water, some pot and a small bag of coke. That was enough party supplies for me. The Jack Daniels was a gift. I’m a Kentucky bourbon girl. At first it started out as doing shots. A shot then a line and repeat. But he didn’t think I was getting drunk fast enough. I am a tall sturdy girl and a seasoned drinker. That means I can drink a lot, even more than most men. He changed up the game. I had to chug the bottle like it was water. I was gagging. Gulping as much of the whiskey as I could. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt dizzy and sick. I was slurring my words, stumbling. I tried to walk and fell over my couch. Face down in the carpet. I managed to still be talking somehow. I puked. My caller was getting off on that. I don’t remember everything, but I do remember him ordering me to lick my puke up off the carpet. I was so drunk I did it. I didn’t even fake it. I didn’t lick it all up, however, because I puked again. Passed out on my caller. Woke up this morning to an email praising my acting talents. Telling me it was the best and most realistic forced intoxication phone sex call he has ever had. I didn’t really realize I could fake it. I am a submissive whore. I do what I am told, no matter how humiliating and disgusting I find your request.