Category: Accomplice phone sex

Gothic Phone Sex Will Rip You of Your Man Hood

I am Morticia, the Gothic phone sex sadist who thrives on stripping men of their fragile masculinity. Until nothing remains but whimpering, broken boys begging for my mercy.
My latest victim arrives trembling, already half-erect from the shame of what he craves. I force him to his knees and make him recite his inadequacies while I circle him like a vulture.
“Say it louder, worm. Tell me how small your pathetic cock is.
Admit no woman has ever come from it.” His voice cracks as he obeys. The worm is a loser and I laugh—cold, cruel, echoing through the candlelit chamber.
Next, I bind his wrists behind his back with black silk cords. And they are tight enough to bruise. Then yanking his pants down, I expose that laughable little thing.
The dark fantasies start when the blood begins to pour. 
Now my gloved hand wraps around it—not to pleasure, but to squeeze until he gasps.
“This? This is what you thought could satisfy anyone?” I mock, flicking the tip with a sharp nail. He winces; I smile wider.
Next I strap the thickest, blackest dildo to my hips—the one far larger than he could ever dream of being. First, I make him suck it, choking him until tears streak his face.
“Look at you, pretending to be a man while you gag on cock like the eager slut you truly are.” 
When he’s sufficiently humiliated, I bend him over the velvet chaise and take him. Starting slow at first, then merciless, pounding until he sobs.

Pathetic Men Surrender to Gothic Phone Sex Sadistic Morticia

He’s so pathetic his own useless erection leaks helplessly onto the floor. Then I ask if he thinks his balls are empty enough now? Before he can answer I squeeze them hard. “Oh, loser I think they are,” as I run my scalpel along his little dick to his ball sack. With a trickle of blood making its way out. 
Now I whisper how worthless he is, how every thrust reminds him he’ll never measure up. When he finally spills—pathetic spurts onto my boot—I make him lick it clean. With his tongue dragging across the leather while I stroke his hair like a pet.
I live for this destruction. Every man who kneels before me, if lucky to leave on his own, will forever be marked by me.
It’s the truth I carve into his soul: he was never man enough. And he will crawl back, aching for more emasculation, because nothing feels as intoxicating as my disdain
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Snuff Phone Sex in the Snow is Entertainment for Me in a Blizzard

snuff phone sexThis snuff phone sex bitch found herself snowed in at her kill shack over the weekend. I went up to kill a sexual predator that I kidnapped. So at least I did not get snowed in alone. I brought somebody to play with me. And this man deserved to die. He prayed on my fellow Goth girls. Not all Goth girls seem as dominant and evil as me. But am I as evil as people think? I mean, I do take out the trash on a regular basis.

So incel type men likely view me as the devil incarnate. But many women view me as a hero. I drugged this guy Saturday night and brought him to my kill shack. It started snowing on the drive, but I didn’t want to take him home. I wanted to feed the coyotes and the bears. In this brutal winter I’m sure they struggle to find food. People think bears hibernate all winter and although they do find a place to hide, they still go out looking for food. And nature wins as the best accomplice for me.

Since I got snowed in, I found time for cock and ball torture sex. I mutilated this man’s junk. Originally, I planned on letting him live without his balls. At least that way he would never pray on another woman again. However, I wanted to feed the wilderness too. With enough blood loss in this extreme cold, he didn’t need to be completely dead when I tossed him out in my yard. He would lack the strength to get far in the middle of nowhere. The bears would smell his blood and attack.

If I Get Snowed In, I Want a Companion to Torture for Entertainment

So, I carved him up. Mutilated his cock by putting my knife in his pee hole and sliding it all the way down. I turned his dick into potato skins essentially. He cried like a bitch too. I gave him deep enough cuts, avoiding the arteries, so he would slowly bleed out. And by Monday, I hauled his ass out back and left him in the snow. And then I watched and waited with binoculars. Sort of like a macabre game. Would he survive? Doubtful. But at least I gave him a chance.

I watched him try to crawl in the snow. He left a blood trail. But he didn’t get far before I watched wolves tear him apart. Four hungry wolves, each grabbed a limb and pulled until just a torso laid dead in the snow. Each wolf got a limb. However, they left the rest of him. And about an hour or so later, I watched a bear finish him off. I assume he died from the blood loss after the wolves severed his limbs. But I like to think perhaps he still had a heartbeat as the bear devoured every ounce of him.

The sadistic phone sex bitch knows how to have fun in a blizzard. At least while snowbound, I entertained myself and fed the wildlife. All the while saving future women. Not all heroes wear capes.

Rena Takes On Strangulation Phone Sex With New Man

Strangulation Phone Sex Can Turn Anyone on and the new guy in my life loves it. strangulation phone sexMy new man  and I had been flirting all night at the party. He was always so rough and dominant, which turned me on immensely. As we found ourselves alone in a dark corner of the room, he pinned me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips tightly. His breathing was heavy as he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Do you like it when I’m rough?”

I couldn’t help but moan softly in response. “Yes… please.”

He smirked before slamming his lips down onto mine roughly, taking control of the kiss. One of his hands slipped up under my shirt, tracing circles around my bare stomach while the other hand snaked its way up to my neck. He started lightly squeezing just below my jawline as we continued making out passionately. It sent shivers down my spine but also made me even more aroused by how dominating he was being with me.

As our tongues danced together inside each other’s mouths, Jim slowly increased pressure on both sides of my throat – almost like he was strangling me slightly but not quite enough for it to be dangerous or scary… yet still incredibly erotic at this point because let’s face it: there is something about having someone’s hands around your neck that gets some people going (like myself)… especially when mixed with pleasure such as kissing someone passionately!

Evil phone sex snuff princess

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My sick desires go much deeper than my evil phone sex calls.

I’m even more fucked up in real life!

Do you think the whores on these sites do this for fun?

You’ve stumbled into a treasure trove of brutal, blood thirsty bitches.

Guys always tell me how sweet and innocent I look.

That’s all part of the act.

You’d be surprised how twisted and depraved even the most average looking person can be.

What goes on behind closed doors will truly terrify you, unless you’re evil like me.

I’ve been an accomplice more times than I can try to count.

Raised by my Daddy and trained to be his obedient servant slut.

I have a strong stomach, a tight cunt and zero conscience.

Daddy says that’s what makes me the perfect assistant to help carry out his sick acts.

To tell the truth, everything about torture and snuff makes my pussy drip!

Daddy force fucks his victims and ripping and destroying their holes as much as he can.

Then I take over.

I don’t hesitate to grab Daddy’s knife and sink the blade into the chest of his victims while he pounds my cunt.

In fact, hearing our victims cry, scream and beg for their lives makes us both even more excited.

Being Daddy’s little clean up slut means more than just sucking blood and cum from his cock after a snuff session.

I’ve always been in charge of disposal too.

That’s the main reason why me and daddy rip, slice and hack them up into such little pieces.

We don’t play nice.

We destroy holes and take souls.

You can accept my help as your accomplice whore and find us something to play with.

 Or you’ll fall victim to my fucked up fantasies like so many other already have.

Strangulation Phone Sex is The Ultimate Harbinger of Demise

I’m Geneva, and Strangulation Phone Sex is only part of killing me.  Just a sexy doll come to life. With long blonde waves, perky DDs spilling out of tiny pink tops, and a tiny waist. But it’s this ass so round and firm it begs to be wrecked.
First off, I love playing the ultimate fantasy fuck toy. Especially when phone sex turns deadly hot. Last night, a caller gripped me with his darkest craving: strangulation phone sex as the ultimate harbinger of demise.
When I answered, he started right off, “I want to choke you while I destroy that perfect ass, Geneva,” is a firm whisper. As this made me wet, I purred back, slipping into the fantasy, my voice breathy and teasing.

Strangulation Phone Sex Isn’t Just a Kink, It’s and End

He pins me face-down on silk sheets, my perfect body arched, ass high and inviting. Then his thick cock presses against my tight hole. With no lube, just raw force as he thrusts in deep.
And I gasp, feeling every inch stretch me, burn me, own me. Now his hands wrap around my slender throat. With his fingers digging in, squeezing tighter with each brutal pump into my ass.
All I can do is claw at the sheets, moaning how it hurts so good, how I’m his helpless doll breaking under him. Next, he fucks harder, slamming balls-deep, choking me until stars explode behind my eyes.
Now breathless, vision blurring—that edge of demise makes my ass clench around him. But I need more, “Tighter,” I beg, voice hoarse. Of course, he obliges, cutting off my air completely as he pounds relentlessly, my body shaking on the brink.
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Just as black spots dance, he releases. Finally, his hot cum floods my ass while I shatter in the most intense orgasm. Really teetering on death’s door.
It’s true, Strangulation phone sex isn’t just a kink. In fact, it’s the ultimate rush, the harbinger of sweet, filthy demise.
Who wants to choke this perfect slut next? Call me—I’m already wet thinking about it.

Knife Play Phone Sex is The Number One Way I Like to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I believe a knife requires more skill than a gun. Plus, a knife kills someone slower than a gun. With a knife wound, somebody bleeds out slowly and death is not instant like a bullet through the brain. Knives rule my world.

I took a girl under my wing. A few months ago, I worked with a guy who wanted her dead. But he turned out to be quite shady and when I found out that he wanted to kill me too, I made her my accomplice instead. And she helped me kill her own uncle. I made her my trainee. I saw a lot of me in her. So, I am teaching her about knives and turning her into a taboo phone sex princess.

Although I don’t enjoy the company of very many people, occasionally I meet a young girl with potential. And I foster that evil inside of her. Some girls exist to clean house like me. In a way I’m like Dexter. I kill with a purpose. And I rarely kill anybody who doesn’t deserve to die. Now my moral compass seems less rigid than the average person, I still primarily kill those who deserve to die.

A person can enjoy killing and adhere to a moral hierarchy for killing. Top of my killing list are predators. Men and women who prey on others. Perhaps they drug their drinks or try to force them into slavery. Maybe they just attack unaccompanied women. I’ve even killed a few people for just looking at me wrong because I could tell that they wanted to force themselves on me, but I stopped them before they could.

Sometimes, I Turn a Young Girl into My Trainee and Accomplice

Predators come in all shapes and sizes like my young accomplice’s uncle. He started fucking her as a schoolgirl and when she became a young teen girl, he feared she would tell somebody. Hence why he hired me to kill her. Normally, I don’t care why somebody wants another person dead. I take the money and I do the job. However, this fucking predator tried to make me his victim too because.

So, he needed to die. And I let her use one of my knives to do it for me. And I saw that expression in her eyes when that knife penetrated him in the gut, and he started to bleed out on the floor. She smiled. And she did not show any fear or hesitation. She liked killing him. And I suspect she long wanted him dead.

Now I’m teaching her my code. And I’m instilling in her a love of knives and sharp objects. She even picked out her next victim. The schoolboy bully who forces himself on other schoolgirls after he drugs them, and films himself fucking them.

That loser fits my moral code for murder. And together, we will set a trap for him and kill him on Friday night. She’s ready and eager. I love a young killer phone sex accomplice. In my life I’ve experienced a few girls just like her. The way I see it, I’m helping to shape the future teaching young girls that they can become a killer with a moral code just like me.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Come True with the Right Accomplice

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. Honestly, I don’t understand why men call for vanilla sex. Isn’t that why you get married? So, you can enjoy the boring shit with your wife and save the kinky stuff for women like me. Sometimes I do crave vanilla, romantic sex. Thus, the reason I’m cross listed on two of this company’s sites. I can be both wicked and sweet and innocent too.

But it makes sense for a woman like me to have a taboo side. I spent most of my youth servicing my drunk father and all his drunk poker buddies. My father did not allow me to attend high school. I think he feared I would run away or spill the beans on what really happened at home to a guidance counselor or teacher. And eventually I ran away from home, but I kept daddy’s secrets.

And now I help men like my father with their preferred dirty fantasies. When I first started this job, I told myself helping men with their rape phone sex fantasies would prevent them from acting on them. Gave them a creative outlet for those fantasies that would put men behind bars for acting out.

I Enjoy Helping Men Turn Their Dark Fantasies Into Realities

 But now I hope some men truly do naughty things to young girls. Despite my past, I grew up ok. Sure, I did not grow up vanilla, but I am an independent woman who can support herself and help others.

Men will always crave something young and tight. And some men will get it and for others it will remain fantasy. But as a seasoned whore and switch, I hope men act on their dark fantasies. In this world, I truly believe you must adopt a survival of the fittest mentality to survive. I survived my youth.

And now because of my experience, I am best accomplice phone sex partner. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. That makes me uniquely qualified to help men like you with your needs for something young and tight on your dick. Fantasy thoughts do not need to remain fantasy thoughts with me.

Torture Sex is The Best Kind of Dark Pleasure

With Torture sex on my mind, I prowl the streets at night with hunger for the hunt. Then he catches my eye, muscular, dark hair, pale skin and oblivious. So I take to stalking him silently, through the alley behind the club. That’s when I strike, pressing chloroform to his mouth.

He thrashes wildly against me, cock hardening instinctively in his panic as his body grinds mine before he slumps limp. Then I drag him to my basement sanctuary.

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Here I bind him to the chair, with brutality, leather restraints carving into his wrists and ankles until blood trickles.

When he wakes groggy; I smile and seize my pliers. Of which I clamp on his front incisor, twisting slowly until roots tear free with a wet snap. Blood gushes; he howls, the vibration rippling through me, soaking my cunt instantly.

Next, I yank each tooth methodically—molars crunching like gravel, canines ripping with fleshy pops—blood spraying my face and tits.

Which I smear over my hardening nipples, moaning as I lick the metallic tang from my fingers.

Torture Sex Drive Me Hotter Than Hell’s Deepest Core

Next, wire cutters. With these I pinch fingernails, snipping them off at the quick, then peel back the raw beds with deliberate twists. As skin tears in bloody strips; fresh screams echo as pus and blood ooze. Now I grind my thighs together, clit throbbing from his agony.

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Box cutter in hand, I slice shallow grids across his chest and abdomen—flaps of skin peeling back to expose quivering fat. Making blood well thick; I finger the wounds. Then plunging my bloody digits into my dripping pussy, fucking myself slowly while he sobs.

Up next, the cattle prod, it hums alive. This I jab his thighs—flesh sizzles black. Then I shock his nipples until they blister. Finally, his balls and cock—watching it twitch and leak despite the burn.

Consequently, the odor of terror-sweat and scorched meat fill the air. This has my clit pulsing with every convulsion.

Finally, I chain him suspended, feet dangling helplessly. With my ritual knife gleaming, I carve deep into his stomach, guts spilling slick and steaming.

As I slice pectorals open, flaying skin from muscle, carving sigils into raw flesh while blood cascades.

Now his weakening moans fuel my dark ecstasy of Sadistic Phone Sex

In this final moment, blade to throat. Acceptance fills his eyes. And I slash deep—arteries erupt in scalding sprays across my face, neck, dripping between my breasts.

His twitching death throes trigger my release—cunt spasming violently, squirting down my thighs in profane climax.

Now I kneel in his cooling pool, fingers plunging into my soaked hole through the gore. Power surges; I cum again, screaming into the void.

This is my rapture, Gothic Phone Sex, – hunting, torturing, killing. The night beckons; I hunt forever.

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Mutilation phone sex loving slut

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Let’s celebrate Valentine’s day by cutting out a dumb slut’s heart on a hot, mutilation phone sex call.

We can crack her chest open and rip her organs out one by one, saving her heart for last.

I want it fresh and still faintly pulsing when I pluck it out and take a big bite of it.

You can pump your rock hard rod into my cunt while I chew it all up!

That’s what Daddy had me do and my pussy has never gushed more!

He picks me up when he needs an evil accomplice that won’t hesitate to get the job done.

The bitch was stretched out across his work bench and tied down tightly.

She was already so weak from the way Daddy had been abusing her for the last few days.

Her face was a bloody, swollen and bruised mess.

Big patches of her hair had been ripped out exposing her raw and bleeding scalp.

Her limbs were all snapped, twisted and mangled.

Just from looking at her, I could tell that he had ripped her open from cunt to asshole.

It made me feel special knowing that Daddy had held back from snuffing her out so that we could do it together.

I knew that making her scream and beg for her life would make his cock stiff.

Squeezing this bitch’s mutilated face, I forced her mouth open.

I slurped her bloody tongue into my mouth and bit down, sinking my teeth into it.

My teeth went through her tongue like a hot knife through butter and I bit it right off.

Chewing it up and spewing it across her face made Daddy excited.

While I used a rusty pair of pliers to pry her teeth out of her skull, Daddy drilled his cock into my wet, horny pussy.

She was already so weak and drained of blood that she couldn’t put up much of a fight.

After a few minutes she stopped screaming and got all limp.

That’s when I took Daddy’s saw to her chest.

It was messy and blood sprayed everywhere but we got her chest split open.

 I got to live out my lifelong dream of eating a human heart and Daddy got to watch me snuff out yet another bitch while he fucked me!

 

 

Taboo Phone Sex fantasies with Cora & her Step-Bro!

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Taboo Phone Sex fantasies like when my stepbrother spends the weekend for Valentine’s Day!

I had no idea he was going to intrude on my plans of spending the holiday alone!

I bought a new vibrator I wanted to try out!

But now he is saying he is staying with me!

Guess he will just have to overhear me breaking my own hymen and making myself squirt!

He will just have to enjoy the sounds and the vibrations against my clit that make me scream.

If I’m lucky, maybe he will climb into my bed and help fuck me!

Screw the silicone cock give me the real deal!

I’ve always wanted to fuck my step bros’ thick, veiny cock anyway, so now is the perfect time to pounce!

 

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