Category: Evil phone sex

Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet

torture sexHe called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.

Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.

Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please

Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.

I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.

Cannibalism phone sex in the Red Light District was a Great Time

Last week you may have noticed your favorite Cannibalism phone sex demoness gone. Obviously I am back and I just took a little vaca to the Red Light District of Amsterdam to check out the scene. In fact I have a lover there that also works the red light district windows. I will only to refer to them as windows from this point forward.

Anyway, as I was saying the two of us got super evil. We always get our energies so entwined that it will be Hell that gets raised when we are together. She arranged for me to join her. Nothing hotter for these lame assed dick drains than to have two hot Gothic witches control and destroy them.

The first window shopper was a true gem of an idiotic dick brainer. Drunk and too stoned amateur college fucker. In these massive crowds in this city anyone can go missing. And a few did that week.

This little dicked coward was so much fun. We tied him up after stripping him of his laimo Hawaiian shirt and khaki’s. Had him tied and gagged and we started to get Hard Candy on his ass. The two evil bitches that teased and taunted him. Getting his cocklet erect and throbbing. He was struggling hard but his cock said different.

Cannibalism Phone Sex was a feast for all…

Laina and I knelt down as though we were about to worship his pathetic Vienna with our luscious wet mouths. We held his gaze as we both took razor sharp blades in our rings to his tender ball sack. The excitement (or maybe likely Pain) in his eyes was amazing.

As we proceeded to remove his balls from their flesh our mouths watered. We popped those bad boys in our mouths and smiled as with took that first bite. He slowly became dismantled and ingested by the two of us.

Once we vomited up his filth we fed it to the next victim. There were 2 the first night. The following nights we savored each one for 12 hrs of torturous joy and a succulent feast with friends. Feeding the stoned a new kind of curry was easy.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had.

Blasphemy sex       Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had. Admit it you know you love it. Coming over to the dark. Breaking every commandment. All ten of them. You know you will like it. You will love it. Corrupting you in ways you never dreamed possible. The reason for this is because I am the one your parents warned you about.

       I will not deliver you from evil. I will hand you over on a silver platter. Literally. Leading you into temptation for thine is kingdom, the power of evil, forever and ever.

       First commandment you will be breaking on your path to evil destruction is- You shall have no other gods. What does this mean? It means that I will become your Goddess. You will worship at my feet. You will beg me to defile you in ways that you have not thought of. Watch me eviscerate your most loved and cherished one for a chance to worship at the altar of my cunt. It must be remembered that a sacrifice is to be made to achieve true bliss.

       It is a wrathful, vengeful goddess that you are worshipping. Much more than what you are used to dealing with. That cock will know both heaven and hell as you bury it in this pussy.

       A sacrifice was given freely. Now the reward of your cock being surrounded with this tight splendor. Gripping you like a Venus fly trap, gobbling you up. Taking all of you. Soul and all.

       When I am finished with you, I will have forced you to commit ever atrocity imaginable. Every other commandment will have been broken, I will be your Goddess and Lucifer your God. Bowing before us. Offering us all you have including your own life.

       We will bask as you have sex with dead bodies for our enjoyment. Like it, love it. Beg for it. In summary you will break every vow to every religion but to the altar of the Goddess Angie and Lucifer.

Torture phone sex slut Stephanie

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My torture phone sex calls make my cunt gush just as much as actually being an accomplice. That’s because I have naughty callers like Master to tease my whore cunt for and to talk dirty with. Today we spent a while talking about decapitating little brats and all the fun we could have with their tiny heads. I told Master to stare into their soulless, dead eyes while I stroked his cock with their mouths. Master loves young victims but I love abducting their mommies too. I tie them up and make them watch as their precious little ones are brutally beaten and abused. The mommy sluts are so much fun to abuse. They scream and scream thinking someone will hear them but they don’t realize that they’re only making my evil cunt more and more wet. No one can hear them and no one is going to stop me from shoving my fist up that brat’s asshole and ripping her guts out! While Master is at work slicing and mutilating her tiny, sexy body, I’ll be across the room laughing in the face of our victim’s mother and forcing her to watch as her own offspring is snuffed out in front of her. I’ll pull out the tiny fuck toy’s intestines and drape them around her Mommy’s neck while we’re watching Mater force fuck her cunnie. After he blows his load in this tiny bitch, I’ll twist her little head around until her neck snaps and pops. Then I’ll drag her over and dump her in a pile at her Mommy’s feet. I’m going to jerk Master’s cock while I force her to lick his cum out of the little dead bitch. Master is going to love having another fuck hole to abuse while I force her to eat her brat’s cold, lifeless cunt!  

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Snuff sex where you cum and then crash!

       Snuff sex where you cum and then crash! Just think of it, you are driving down the country backroads at 90 mph. In the meantime, ISnuff sex am being a good and dutiful girlfriend (rare I know), unzipping your pants. Pulling out your cock.

       Pay attention to the road. Need not crash before the best parts. Tongue licking around the head of your cock. Tightening my grip around the base of your cock. Holding on as your car speeds up with the pressure of my mouth sucking down harder. Pulling you deeper into my mouth. Pulling the sweet little drops of pre-cum right down my throat.

       Massaging those balls, making them tighter as the car accelerates a little more. Moving faster on the stick shift. Nails digging into the sensitive skin right at the base of your cock, teeth grazing down your length.

       You know you like your cock disappearing all the way down my throat. Hold my head down on you as you take a wicked turn around the bend. Faster I suck, moving hand and mouth over you. Pulling your balls into my mouth and sucking down on them.   

       Hand stroking your stick as I pay special attention to your balls. Making sure they are filling up and getting firm. Let me teeth sink into the skin pulling on them, shaking my head. Pinching your mushroom head to keep your pre-cum in.

       By all means I do want you to cum just not yet. Feel the tickle in your belly as your fly over a hill topping speeds of one hundred. You are getting so close. I am able to feel it.

       Rough tracks ahead. That is all I need to push you over the cliff into orgasm. Closing my lips over your head, pulling you fully into my mouth. Down the hill we plunge, hitting those tracks as you cum into my mouth. Cum pouring down my throat. Balls in my hand, closing tightly, pressing all your cum out that I am able out of your balls through your shaft to swallow you as we hit the tracks.

       Airborne.

       The weightless feeling, you shout out. Fist clenching pushing me down onto your stick even harder as your semen is drained. Car landing, flipping, twisting, turning. Under the dash I am wedged as you are tossed about in the car. Those tracks are deadly as the car continues to careen down the hill. Finally, coming to rest at the bottom, smoking, a mangled mess.

       Looking up at you, I see you didn’t fare any better than the car did. It is important to remember before we crashed you did cum one last time. In the end it is a great way to go out of this world.

Castration phone sex slut makes a pervert cut his dick off

Castration phone sex A midnight fuck led to his cock being stuffed down his fucking throat after a steamy Castration phone sex session. He asked for guidance so I gave it to him… We had been planning on a ball removal for a while… Finally, the elastrator had come in the mail… While getting the ring attached to his balls the fucker began screaming in agony. The dumb fuck wound up clamping his dick in the process… Hearing his screams made my pussy tingle. Knowing that his cock was going to be gone forever was so satisfying!

As I heard him struggle I had advised him to grab a pair of bolt cutters… He was high out of his fucking mind and begging me to grant him a bonus hole. He is a snotty little faggot that always seems to have his Sissy panties in a bunch. It was pleasing to hear his screams over the Snuff porn that was blaring in the background. Welp, the fucking loser snipped his dick off! I had him use a clothes iron to burn the skin and stop the bleeding… Of course, the fucking moron did as he was told.

I couldn’t leave the evidence behind, so I made sure to have him eat his worthless cock after using it as a dildo on himself. I had him stuff his flaccid dick with rocks and sowed the end. His little weiner stood 4 inches fully packed. He grunted as he felt the sharp edges of the rocks work its way into his mangina. Looks like the faggot won’t be getting any dick for a few days since the Torture sex did leave his asshole budded.

Like a well-behaved sissy faggot cum slut, you are to do as you are told – or – Suffer the consequences!

Teen Asspipe Stretched By BBC

Ass rape pornHere I am again! Getting my teen shitpipe banged out by that lovely BBC like always. I can only go a little while without a cock in my ass. Nothing is sexier than being on top with my cunt being ignored while I get my ass hole dry fucked all day with a big cock. My tight hole spread open on a big grown cock till I scream for it to end. So call me so you can tell me how bad you want to force fuck my shit hole open with your daddy cock. Nothing will make your cock throb more than hearing me beg you to ravage and use my fuck meat body. So what are you waiting for? Let me make you bust that seed in my hole!

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?