Master says everyone is supposed to be staying home. Their gathering was selfish and pointless so they were worthy of punishment. He dressed me in a beautiful white gown and had me infiltrate into the group. They started with prayer and praise to the false god. Each minute felt like nails against a chalkboard to me. The hypocrisy was laughable as their preacher talked about avoiding sin, he was always looking at me with eyes full of lust. While he talked about how important this day was, he undressed me with his eyes. Bet he was grateful his robes hid his boner, but I knew it was there. I started with the hypocrite first, Master said it was ok to start without him. While the service was over and the group started gathering for the Easter festivities the preacher found me in a back room. The tension was high, he couldn’t control himself trying to use religion as a way to describe our connection. I smiled and hopped up on a table and pulled up my dress. Watching as the “holy” man got down on his knees before me and started to eat my cunt. It felt good so I waited until the cusp of orgasm before I drove my long blade into his neck. Cumming against his face while he choked on his own blood. I left his lifeless body behind, admiring the bloodstains on my dress, smiling as it seemed like an approval. I walked into the room where the rest of the sheep gathered. Master was already there, waiting for me. They had no idea the wolf that hid among their flock. When people noticed me and the blood of my dress all fell silent. The only sound next was the slashing of Master’s blades as he worked quickly but efficiently through the room.
Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies
Violent Phone Sex Jezabel
I’m Jezebel, an “Angel of Death” and depravity. A true snuff porn fanatic and sometimes accomplice to the men in power who make theses dark web streams.
Preying on our next sweet morsel is what gets me going, thinking of cutting up our little brats for some “Little Brat Soup”. BLOOD and torture are the only things that puts a smile on my face. I want a sweet thang in pain and begging for mercy. My cunt wants to smoother little faces as you rip them apart! The younger the better. I want your cock fucking them until they are cold and lifeless under you. And still You need to keep going. I am dark and deviant and Taboo phone sex is where you can let out all your demons and be who you really are. I know what gets your cock hard, watching me tear a little orphan girl to pieces and letting you and your buddies fuck her to death! Babysitter to crack whores in our town where girls, and boys go missing all the time, most likely they end up in my meat grinder or oven to be fed to the homeless.
This deviant slut is no means a vanilla bitch! I have two very distinct sides to my dark soul, one is tearing young flesh apart, and making sure no hole goes without being gaped and bloody.
My Violent side is pure killer and torture for men who deserve it! I don’t know if you can handle this part of me. I want to break you, slice off your cock, piece by piece and dismember you like we do those girls. Ass rape porn with you as the star!
Now You have found a willing and more than able slut to satisfy all those deep and dark, hidden desires you have tried so hard to ignore.
Jezabel,
Your oh so willing accomplice and Murder whore!
Unholy Work
My Master does all of his work for the dark lord. Each innocent soul we corrupt, destroy or completely purge from the Earth is a sacrifice granting us more power and favor. Nothing is more satisfying then snuffing out another stupid bitch to feel the rush of power surge through me. It’s so arousing no wonder Master always seems insatiable. I’ve gotten used to the screams, sounds and grotesque surroundings that I feel at home in our temple. I’ve become a great disciple for his unholiness. One day when I get his sign I will gladly give my body over to him and he will take me on to become his bride. If I’m truly worthy I may even be fortunate enough to carry his seed. One day at a time, I suppose for now I must find more to corrupt or dispose of, depending on what will please my Master and the dark lord more at the time.
Kidnapping Phone Sex Fun in Quarantine
Society will always dangle their worthless for me to remove from this planet. Right now Earth is in a reset and the worthless cunts of the world unite in their lame narcissistic ways. It’s so easy to pluck some tasty treat up with kidnapping phone sex urges for those high paying clients. My guys pay me well and they get quite bored abiding by the rules of quarantine. I am a bit of the avoidance type already and go about my life mostly in the Nighttime when the majority of society sleeps. I creep and do the most outlandish things in the forests and graveyards. My boyfriend works graveyard shift as an mortician and our Midnight lunches are always fueled by the unthinkable fun with corpses. Well I got a text from a client he was dying to have a sweet piece of fuck meat to play with in his dungeon. I am always on the lookout for that little rebellious cunt strolling the streets when she shouldn’t be. Sometimes I even get a young teen couple sneaking out from their parents homes to meet up. They usually end up at the playground of the school across the road from me. I am always keeping watch for the strays. Strays are the best to lure with something cute, something alcoholic or something smokable. I found him a cute little couple last night and told them I had the perfect meeting place for them to fuck at. I delivered them right into their death sentence. I collected the cash and he invited me to stay and have some fun too. I really loved to fist their holes with my studded gloves as he beat and fucked them raw. We didn’t kill these two, not yet. He is enjoying the stress relief of having the two around. To beat and fuck while the other watches. He loves their horror and their holes.
Evil Phone Sex Victim
I was groomed for this victim lifestyle. I’ve been into it since I was a young girl and the more I experience predators, the deeper into it I am. Evil phone sex is like a playground for me and my like-minded lovers. Do you ever find yourself fantasizing about torturing, killing, brutalizing a sweet, innocent blonde like me? It’s okay if you do. I think it’s necessary to be honest about those desires and have some dark phone sex fun with a snuff slut. Do you like the sound of a whore crying while you stroke your sadistic cock? If so, then I’m your girl. I will plead and beg for you to stop and you’ll only get rougher with me won’t you? Do you ever just need to shout “shut the fuck up” to some dumb little cunt? Well, I welcome and encourage you to do so. That kind of verbal abuse only gets my cunt wetter for the rape fantasies the two of us are going to act out together. Imagine having your hands gripped around my throat as you pump my pussy and before you know it I’m gasping for my last breath and just as you’re about to cum, I’m gone.
Daddy’s Sweet Accomplice
Daddy had had a long-time feud with a guy in the next town, so he sent me to do what I do best. Seduce them and bring them to daddy for a little fun. I had been visiting this older gentleman for a few months now nut never let him touch me. I told him I was holding out for marriage. I knew he wouldn’t last long, and he proposed to which I quickly said of course. I told him my brother could marry us and we planned it for two days from now. No need to wait and he was longing for my juicy bald cunt. As we headed to my brothers who was really daddy’s friend’s house, I started rubbing his crotch and telling him all the naughty things I was going to do to him. We walked in and started to say our vows when daddy came around the corner and clocked him. The guy got up pissed, knowing he had been played and knowing daddy wasn’t going to be nice. He asked daddy if I could at least suck his dick before things started. Daddy shook his head and I got down on my knees and blew his big fat cock until he was shooting his load deep in my mouth. Daddy then lifted me up and dragged the guy to the next room. I heard screams and cries and very loud noises coming from that room, but I never saw that man again.
Master’s Evil Accomplice
I stand by Master as he finishes his dark work, the red droplets slowly dripping into the dark puddle on the basement floor. For a long while the dripping is the only sound I heard, Master had stopped. He looked at me. I knew he wanted me to compliment his artwork, as I looked over the mangled and craved corpse. Master always has a way of turning gruesome scenes into artful offerings like the one before me. It wasn’t a surprise to me that his cock was rock hard, normally feeling the splatter of blood over his body does that to him. I think that is why my Master likes to work in the nude. I smile remembering who she was before I had lured her to my Master, so naive, young a perfect offering to appease those that Master serves. He says it is they who keep him from being discovered. I have no choice but to believe him, there is no running away from him. He owns me and the only way out is through death. Any love he harbors for me is easy for him to look past. One day when I’m no longer young and pretty, I’ll become an offering too. Until then I am to do the bidding of his wicked whims and face his wrath at any slight failure. I’m his experiment, his play toy when he’s bored nothing more than a replaceable collectible of many.
Lured Them with A Pretty Dolly
I have clients that pay me good money to lure young sweet girls and sometimes boys. Today I was offered a nice sum of green to lure two blonde little sisters he has been watching. I lured them with a couple of pretty dollies that were new on the market and every girly girl type wanted. What better way to lure a couple of brats who’s parents were too irresponsible to keep in the house during this quarantine. The most susceptible and they cheerfully came with me so they could both get the new dolly. I only had one to lure them with. I offered them candy and 2 new dollies and pretty dresses for the dollies. It was fucking easy. Took them back to an abandoned house that was for sale. My mother was a realtor so I got the codes to many places to have fun in. I lured the girls right into the hands of my pervert client. Oh the games we played with these two. The best part for me was chopping off the head of the dolly and putting a pocket pussy in the neck. I loved watching the pervert pump it joyfully as I taunted the girls that this would happen to one of them while the other got to watch. So which one will it be? The two little things were petrified. I love the taste of fear in their blood, don’t you?
Asphyxiation Whore
How do you like your bitches to be when you call for asphyxiation fetishes? Do you want a struggle? Does it make your cock throb and drip when you hear me squeal and beg for my life? I won’t be able to beg for long because your hands are more than ready to grip my throat, right? I see you rubbing them together covered in black gloves. The sadistic glint in your eye makes my heart beat against my rib cage like a frightened bird.I can’t believe this is happening to me. You said I have no safe word.
I lay on my back beneath you and plead with bloodshot eyes. Your dick responds and you laugh at my suffering. You release me just enough to let me get some air. Then you dive directly back into strangulation phone sex and then you pierce me with your raging hard cock. Your thumb presses bruises into my neck but it doesn’t matter, no one will see them. The makeup will cover them, if you even allow my body to be recovered. I understand that you might keep me for personal reasons. Can you think of any uses for me after?
Stone Cold Slut
If sex with dead bodies is something that gets your cock hard, then I’d say now is your time to shine! Imagine the body count in the next coming months. All I can say is that I don’t so much fear death if the end result includes being fucked by you. I want to be chased and tortured until my icy cold body lay there waiting for you to fully enjoy. Just a stone cum receptacle for the taking. I only hope that you preserve my dead corpse and enjoy it for awhile. Knowing full well that it’s exactly the demise I’ve been fantasizing about all my life. To lay there motionless in your sadistic embrace. Imagine being able to dress me in anything you like. Like your own personal ‘real girl’ doll, but instead I’m your dead girl.
I do wonder how many times you’ve thought about squeezing the breath put of some beautiful woman you see regularly at the market or the post office. Or are your fantasies a bit more violent and bloody? I’d really like to hear about those gory details. It sends icy cold shivers down my spine, while it warms up my tight little cunt.