Cannibalism phone sex gets me wet. The longer I am stuck at home, the darker my fantasies become. I have always dreamed about serving you more in death than I could in life. I am alone most of the time nowadays, so my thoughts run very dark. When I got a cannibalism call last night, it was like I knew my purpose in life. My caller had an elaborate role play for us. One that got my pussy wet and was vastly different from the typical snuff call. I was a blonde bimbo hitch hiking on the side of the road. He gave me a lift, but he did not take me to my place. He took me to his house instead. I knew he was prepared for me too. I could smell the aroma. It was like he was cooking dinner for us before I even arrived. I just did not realize that I was dinner. He went hunting and lucked out. He gave me a drink, but it was spiked with something. The next thing I realized, I was tied up, naked and being lathered up with butter. I had seen Silence of the Lambs. I knew he had some Hannibal Lector shit planned for me. I tried to convince him I was not a good meal. I have a fake tan. Fake hair. Fake boobs. I told him I would taste awful. He just kept on seasoning me. When he had me buttered and sprinkled in spices, he let know that he could make road kill taste like a gourmet dish. I was the road kill. He was just spicing me up, so I would be eatable. I fought him, but he was stronger, and I was bound. I was a snuff sex dinner. Road kill made palatable with butter and seasonings.
Category: Killer phone sex
In the Mood to Explore Violent Phone Sex Fantasies
Do you have violent phone sex fantasies? I know I do. I love blood and gore. I enjoy inflicting pain. I have been benched lately because of this stupid virus. Not that I stay home like a monk, but I must be careful. There are not enough people out, so I do not blend in like usual. Crime is lower right now, so I do not want to be seen near a crime or a missing person. It is a challenge for me. I kill and mutilate fucktards and brats often. It is therapeutic. I bet you can relate. I am jonesing to plunge a knife into the tender flesh of a little one or some sanctimonious cunt. Brats are germy, soul sucking parasites. Grown ass bitches are self-entitled mean girls. Here is the thing though. I get off on killing but it is a waste. It is like killing a deer and not eating the meat. That is where you come in. You can devour the little flesh before I end her life. Or his life if that is your thing. It is just more satisfying to kill with an accomplice phone sex partner. It is like killing two birds with one stone. I get to kill and satisfy my addiction to thinning the herd and you get to force fuck something very young you have long lusted after. I got your back. I will not rat you out. I will clean up the DNA and I will dispose of the lifeless body. Let us turn your violent fantasies into violent realities.
Microwaved Meat doesn’t tastes as Good! Cannibalism phone sex
Sometimes men tend to forget that I am a cannibalism phone sex specialist. Not only will I murder your whole family and castrate you, but I will also cook, eat, and sell the flesh. Its an erotic undertone that makes my snuff whore pussy so fucking wet, it’s like an ocean. Earl met me in a sleazy ass hotel and needed some deviant sex. He wanted me to put the meat hook in his flesh and ride him while he was hanging. It took a lot of work to set his apparatus up. I did enjoy watching him swing and the blood trickle to the plastic under him. I climbed on him and my clit piercing got caught between us and caused some very good pain as it ripped. That must have invoked my evil Angel of death, more though I was pissed that my anatomy had been disfigured. I jumped down and grabbed an extra meat hook and sliced his dick until it hung in shredded pieces. No one cared about his screams and there was only a microwave her to cook his dick. Rather than ruining this fillet of the penis, I ate it whole while he watched, and the blood slowly poured out of him until his body hung dead and lifeless. I had to call a couple of my Henchmen to load his body and bring back to my dungeon so I could roast his body properly. I would do the same for you if you dared Cross This evil angel of Death!
Just Hot Ass Rape Porn
I was called in to do an ass rape porn. They didn’t do the kind of porn that would appreciate my perfect barbie plastic persona. They wanted my ass and they wanted it in a bad way. I was drugged and dragged into their dungeon when I went to see about the porn film that they wanted actresses for. It was during the interview and the drink they offered me was laced with something. I was weak and passing out. I awoke to being chained over a saw horse with my ass aching and bleeding. They ripped my ass with all kinds of big cocks and liquor bottles. At one point they even used a broken necked wine bottle. That really ripped my cunt up and had it stinging and burning intensely. I was ruthless in my need to rub my cunt but I couldn’t I was chained. I cannot say whether being chained and unable to rub one out while I was being brutalized was making me scream more or if it was the sheer pain and blood loss. I wasn’t going to last long for this snuff sex porn shot. I was a relentless Barbie of brutality but I can’t stand it when I can’t get myself off due to restraints.
Snuff Sex on My Mind
Snuff sex is always on my mind. Right now, however, it is on my mind even more. Stupid people are multiplying and spreading faster than this damn virus. I was at the store trying to get some damn toilet paper like everyone else. This stupid cunt had her cart full of what appeared to be all the toilet paper in the store. Others were asking for one package and she was giving flippant responses. She was a Paris Hilton looking skinny spoiled bitch. She screamed rich bitch entitled whore. No one would miss her. I watched her put her loot into her new Escalade. I followed her home. I needed to know where she lived. She lived in a mansion. She represents what is wrong with this world. Nothing I hate more than self-entitled cunts who think the world owes them and that they are better than the rest of us. She was likely rich from the labor of others. The sugar baby, gfe vacuous type who gets men to pay her way in life. I had to reel in my hatred for her. It was broad daylight and I did not want to kill her in her home. I decided to hunt her at night. A hot bitch like that would be going out. I waited. I stalked her. I prevented her from draining the pockets of a man like you. I ran her off the road, hit her on the head and took her to my cabin the woods. She had some choice words for me, but I dished it right back. I let her know it was too late to redeem herself. I told her she was dying because she is a self-entitled cunt. Then I stabbed her in the stomach and cut up to her sternum. It is painful, but a slow death. I played with her internal organs and stuck my hand through her cunt from the inside. She screamed in pain, which aroused me. I know, I am a sick bitch. She finally died. Quicker than I had hoped. There are more pretty cunts like her, so next time I will do better. Maybe you will join me?
You Are Not Safe
The world is full of evil, just most people are to blind to even notice it these days. They are desensitized. I look down at the pale brunette struggling to breathe at my feet. Oh, Master had fun with you. You really shouldn’t have trusted me, what kind of stranger just walks up to you and ask if you want to come over for snacks. I didn’t know you, and you have never seen me before. It’s why I picked you for Master’s easy prey. You thought it was a nice warm day out so you put on your cute flimsy work-up clothes that are not ripped and drenched in blood. Then you went for your run and ran into me. What made you trust me? Was it my hair? My “kind” eyes? I wish I could understand why the mind hasn’t properly developed warning systems when you meet evil. I guess it doesn’t matter now. I think Master plans on draining all of your blood and then he will fuck me in a pool of it. Turns out your great day was actually my great day. Goodnight silly girl.
Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Revenge with Your Slutkins
You have no clue what this killer phone sex sadistic is capable of! I asked you to bring me your youngest since you owed me money for the slutkins porn I made you. Do you fucking even know the risks involved in that shit? I might be a whore, but I am no dumb bitch! Your youngest was to be collateral until you went to empty your bank account for me. But no, You thought paying me wasn’t of importance. You were fucking wrong! I waited until I knew you were just a sick p-daddy want a be and had no intentions of making things right. I was angry, and I was out for revenge. I stalked your home with accomplices until the timing was right. I took your precious family. Your wife and three daughters down very fast. I made sure to leave plenty of blood at the scene. When you came home you found me waiting in your armchair. I had the heart of your wife in my hand and asked you if you were happy with what you had done? Lights out! When you woke in my dungeon of pain and gloom your precious milky skinned daughters were crying out in pain as they were being gangbanged. Blood drenched them and these little whores could take a pounding. I told them that this was all daddies’ fault as I pushed your face into each sweet cum and blood-filled cunny. Are you happy now daddy! I will string you up and kill you if you fuck with me! Pay me my money bitch or don’t I will get revenge.
Caniballism and Sex with dead Bodies
Let me slice you into pieces and eat your soul. I get off on sex with dead bodies just as much as the next pervert. But I love to watch the aftermath of how I will get rid of your pathetic useless body. You deserve to be on a spit and roasted until the meat falls off your bones. Yes, Your cock will be inside me before I cook you, A nice post mortem boner, you will never feel my pussy in life, but after death, I will ride that cock until my cum rains down on you. I will glaze and marinate you and eat your fucking flesh. Gutted and your intestines thrown out for the vultures. Don’t fuck with me if you’re a vanilla man. I am only interested in death, rape phone sex fantasies, and blood and gore! How would you like to serve your Goth Queen today, Alive or In my crockpot? Make my pussy cum with your pathetic weakness, and fill my dark soul with death!
Snuffing Out The Junkies is Hot
During these times people have become desperate for money and that makes it a lot easier for me and daddy to have a little fun. We find druggies on the street and offer them a little cash or drugs to come back and make a little video. They never even ask what kind of video, they are desperate. We grabbed a couple of them the other night and after we got them all fucked up, we started. They were dirty and unkept which made it all the hotter. We tied them up and daddy had his way. He didn’t go easy on this group either. He beat them with belts and straps until their skin was broke and blood ran down their bodies. And of course, he let me cut off their tits because that is my thing. For added excitement he used a cattle prod to ram up their dirty nappy pussies, making them scream and shake. It was glorious. My pussy was wet just watching. After torturing them some more he took out his knife and slit their throats as they twitched and gagged on their own blood. Daddy is a sick man so he made sure to get that video camera right up to their faces so he could capture their very last breaths. It was so fucking hot I can’t wait to do it again.
Faith Loves Blasphemy Sex
Easter Sunday is my favorite time of year because that’s the day I love to get lost in blasphemy sex. It’s the day that I visit my old pastor from when I was a young girl. I’m laughing because that man still doesn’t know how to resist the forbidden fruit of my loins. He desperately tries to and I always see that look of terror on his face whenever I enter the church in my slutty little Easter dress, with no panties on underneath and take my usual seat at the front row. I love watching him sweat bullets up at the podium while he tries to focus on preaching about Jesus coming back from the dead and blah blah blah. I know what’s really rushing through his mind and body and that’s me. He knows that I’ll be the last one to leave the building and he knows that he won’t have the strength to say no to my young little cunt yet again. I sit there teasing him as he recites versus from the good book like a damn robot. I spread my legs a little and slip my hand up underneath my bible and begin to play. This is when he starts to peak whenever he gets a chance. I know he’s trying to control that raging hard-on happening behind that preachers stand, but I know him well enough to know that he’s just oozing pre-cum while he reads from the book of Matthew. I can’t wait to tell you how the rest of that Sunday played out for my poor old preacher.