Category: Mutilation phone sex

Gothic Phone Sex for Halloween is The Best Fantasy Fun

Obviously Halloween is this Gothic Phone Sex Succubus’s favorite time of year. It’s the Holiday after my black soul. In fact it’s the Devils night for coming into play. As a younger girl I loved playing in real haunted places and trying to talk with the dead.

Now, it’s my place as Satan’s left hand to entice more souls to his dark side. Now let me tell you a secret. It’s not really that I am inviting these individuals, it’s more like taking and sacrificing them. One would call it Murder.

In the cozy warm shadows of the bitter Fall night I search from the shadows. The aroma of death and decay in old rotting houses that have a far darker past. These are my favorite paces to launch a secret meet up with these annoying curious guys.

Gothic Phone Sex Calls for Your Darkest Desires

First these guys are the most fucking normal boring shits ever. After all they always try to hit on me at the bar’s or online. Yet what the fuck do you think I would ever want with you and your damned khaki, baseball cap wearing moronicness?

Now, in this season I like to play with my food. Thus like a cat plays with it’s catnip toy. The precise term is to toy with them. Once I have them willing to do Anything to “get a chance with me” , or you know fuck me. That is the moment I know I have their consent to use them.

Then it is not all clear as we are obviously Not on the same page. First of all consent on my behalf is you giving yours for me to murder you. Frankly I refer it to as a Sacrifice for my daddy. As I do love to please daddy Satan.

Finally I lure the loser to my realm. Then the moment he steps across the threshold I step out of the shadows behind him with piano wire in my hand and around his neck. An immediate gasp escaped his lips and I quickly pulled the wire and the blood began to flow.

As he fell to the ground bleeding out I checked his pants and sure enough there was that big hard erect penis. Now, this required an immediate penetration as I worked his dying body to get the dead mans sperm out. At last his was exactly what I needed, with his blood for the ritual.

Gothic Phone Sex

Torture Phone Sex is Making me Expose an Exhibitionist- Meet Lynnie

Torture Phone SexI’m a damsel in distress. Threatened by torture phone sex. Everyone Meet Lynnie. He has been Showing His ass and His cock all over fucking California! He has made promises to Kill me. Torturing me, by slicing my cunt, and removing my limbs if I didn’t expose him. He has promised to make me die a slow and painful death, if I don’t do this.

I can’t tell you how scared I am. I don’t want to get beaten and  fucked and have my pussy cut up into little bits. Lynnie Cockmiller has been recorded pumping his cock and showing his asshole all over the Fresno Area. He even threatened to cut my nipples and tits off.

I don’t want to be a bloody mess! I’m in fear for my life, Lynnie wants to make me his victim.  He will fuck me, and rip off my limbs turning them into bloody stumps. Here is my first real exposure of him. The first of many, because I want to live. This is his actual cock. You can’t imagine all the naughty nasty things that are to Cum from Lynnie….

I will keep exposing him for the nasty exhibitionist he is! He has done unimaginable things and Im gonna to tell you all about them. I’m not doing this of my own free will. I’ve been intimidated, menaced and coerced by Lynnie, and If I don’t do this then I will be murdered. As scared as I am, My cunt still leaks and quivers. It must be all the excitement and the threat of being killed.

 

 

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Mutilation phone sex wrecks her tight hole

Mutilation phone sex Mutilation phone sex is so satisfying. When we are done, we have a broken, lifeless mess of a girl, her tight little pussy a grotesque, gaping ruin, oozing with the filth of her own brutal defilement. Your cock is dripping with her blood. She was once a virgin, but we destroyed her hymen, we destroyed everything.
I told you I have the talent to locate the purest, tightest of little pussies, untouched and so bald and smooth. Your cock is so fucking hard, I can barely fit it in my cunt. But sticking it in a little dumb whore is so much harder. I have to force it, using all of my strength to get your mushroom head in. She’s already bleeding by then. I can’t help myself, I love to make them bleed. I’ll dig my nails in so deep in their cunts, they’re all sliced up. It’s exquisite when the blood pours out. You fuck those cunts until their cunts are ground up lunch meat.
And you know your Snuff sex bitch is hungry. I’ll go down on the bloody hole and eat what’s left. A smashed up clit and shredded labia. They taste incredibly sweet when you shoot your nut on them, giving them a creamy glaze. We can do whatever we want. They’re disposable, and their helpless bodies are at our mercy!

Mutilation Phone Sex is My Favorite Fall Activity

mutilation phone sexI enjoy mutilation phone sex. But that’s because I’m a sick bitch. Torture only arouses me. Torture can take a lot of different forms with me. Usually, I mutilate a man’s junk. Sever his balls and carve up his dick. But sometimes I torture a little bitch too. I consider myself pro woman. Not that I like all women or even most women. Sometimes men try to force fuck Goth women, and I never stand for that.

But last night, I had to mutilate a fucking whore. And she deserved it. I didn’t even plan on torturing or killing anybody last night even though it’s October and I do kill and mutilate a lot more people for shits and giggles.

 Apparently, I grabbed the last almond milk off the shelf at the grocery store. This woman reached into my cart, grabbed it and called me a stupid bitch. As much as I wanted to react and stab her right there in the Kroger aisle, I like my freedom.

I’m smart, scrappy and savvy. So, I did what I do best. I stalked the bitch. Followed her home hoping she lived alone. And she did not appear to have a family. So, I waited until all the lights went out. And I broke into her house and tortured her for hours. She deserved torture sex, female or not. Self-entitled bitches who do something like that to me don’t get away with it. I just let her think she got away with it. Who acts like such a royal cunt over fucking almond milk.

Although I am a Sadistic Bitch, I Expect Decent Public Behavior

She woke up as I hovered over her with a big knife. She started to scream and I punched her. Oops. I broke her nose. A broken nose, however, would be the least of her worries. She tried to fight me, but I strapped her down tighter to her bed. Used my knife to strip off her nightgown, exposing her naked body.

Too bad she had a banging body. But what a bitch. I cut off her tits. Stabbed her cunt. Sliced her nose open. I even stabbed her in one of her eyes. It’s taken me a while to learn that technique. It can be hard to stab just right so you don’t kill them instantly.

I made the bitch suffer for hours. But I knew the sun would come up soon, so I had to finish her off. I stabbed her in the cunt and pushed upward so that the knife would come through her belly button. And I pulled the knife out and a bunch of her insides spilled onto the bed.

But the real mess came when I just stabbed her right in the hole that I created in her belly button. And then I just went all the way to her sternum like I was cutting a fish. I gave her the snuff sex death she deserved. And I used a lot of overkill. If she acted like that with me a total stranger, I imagine there’s a long line of people who wanted this cunt dead.

The overkill makes it look personal. And it seemed personal to me. There’s no need for such awful public behavior. But it did feel good to kill and mutilate that cunt. The world doesn’t need any more assholes and bitches.

Torture Sex is More Enjoyable with a Female Friend

torture sexTorture sex can be so much fun with the right partner. And over the weekend I met this girl at a bar. She looked like a trailer trash slut, but I still found her hot. Some guy at the bar appeared to be obsessed with her. He wouldn’t leave her alone. So, I stepped in and acted like her girlfriend and told him to get lost.

 But then he just started harassing us both. I was a little pissed off at the bar staff because they wouldn’t do anything to get rid of the guy. I asked some questions and discovered the guy harassing her owns the property. So, the bar’s landlord essentially.

Well, that does not mean he can get away with harassing women. So, I hatched a plan with my new friend. I told her he likely rents his space out to bars so for easy access to drunk women. He’s a predator. My father was a predator. So, I know something about identifying who don’t deserve their balls.

I don’t know what drew me to her, but I found her fucking hot. I wanted to see if her mind matched mine. So, I told her we should invite him back to my place for some castration phone sex torture. Because a man like him will keep preying on women. And one day he’ll prey on women not strong enough to fight him. But I don’t fight fairly. I drugged him.

Some Men Refuse to Take No for an Answer

I’m never travel without roofies. Since the drug takes about an hour to work, I put it in the last shot and suggested we go back to my place. This poor guy thought he would be banging two women. When the drug kicked in and our predator became incapacitated, we stripped him naked and tied him spread eagle to my dining room table.

 But my new friend had brought a big knife. Apparently, she goes to bars acting drunk and waits for the predators to come out of the woodwork. She already planned something before she even knew I had something planned too. Perhaps I prefer to let the pain linger. Torture him longer. But he harassed her more than he harassed me, so I let her run the show.

She sliced his balls off. Although he still appeared passed out when she did that, he quickly woke up. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost a high pitch, shrill woman’s voice. But I guess losing your testicles to a sharp blade might do that. I think she’s done this before.

Meeting Women with Equally Sick Minds Turns Me On

He bled everywhere. She started yelling at him telling him women don’t exist for his pleasure. And in that moment, I wanted to fuck her so bad. So, we fucked on the floor in his blood. He laid above us on my dining room table still screaming and crying like a little bitch boy.

This might be the first time I fucked in somebody else’s blood. But I found eating her pussy and tasting his blood at the same time hot. For a moment, I felt like a vampire. A sadistic phone sex vampire. Eventually, we cauterized his wound and dumped his body in an alley. It would look like he tried to sexually assault some woman, but she wasn’t having it. We neutered a predator and became friends.  A great Friday night.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are The Only Fantasies I Like

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies get me off. I told a friend how I wanted us to take my dumb little sister to a satanic temple and sacrifice her stupid virgin pussy to the dark lord. We could cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut and pluck out her pretty blue eyes. Then shave off her blond hair and boil her alive and watch as her skin boiled of her body. It made me laugh so hard. I told him after that we could fuck her dead body and cut her up into tiny pieces and feed her body to my family and friends non of them would ever know. Afterwards we could go to a catholic church and fuck in front of the alter and call Satan and defile the holiness of the house with our blasphemy sex. We could even get the devil to corrupt the congregation and watch as they do wicked things to each other every time they go to church. We could replace all the nuns with evil satanic nuns that love being twisted and evil and bathe in the blood of the holy ones. Murder phone sex fantasies just get me off so much more than regular fantasies. I love blood, death, and sex.

Melt Your Brain With This Bloody Roleplay

Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex always gets my demented pussy off. One Of My favorite Roleplays is when I drag a sweet church going conservative barbie bitch to my house in the woods. Shes young and has a sexy tight body, her big blue eyes are the first things I pluck out of her face. I have her chained to a metal chair as I cut out here pretty eyes and sew them shut. Next I cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I seal it with super glue let the bitch die from thirst and starvation. I laugh at her and pull out a dildo I glued nails to and shove it up her virgin pussy hole. Her muffled screams get my pussy off.

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Her young bald little pussy is split open and in shreds as I fuck her bloody hole. I grab her small a cup tits and cut off her nipples and eat them whole. I love the meaty taste in my mouth. I moan and laugh at her slapping her in the face hard enough to leave a mark. Yes these mutilation phone sex fantasies make my evil pussy so wet I can feel my juices soaking my black thong.

Sadistic Phone Sex Get’s Satanically Evil with The Best 😈

When it comes to Sadistic Phone Sex with me, Morticia, things get dark. When things get dark they get fucking evil. I am talking here of the sadistically Satanic evil we will conjure together. This is in essence what I have been doing with B.

Sadistic Phone Sex

In the calls of Satanic conjuring B is staring coldly into the deadening eyes of Grace. It’s that has lost her soul now as I eat it and decapitate her as I conjure up the flames of Hell. Hell fire mother fucker this bitch is dead. In fact not only do I destroy Grace with decapitation but also her younger Sister. The little bitch Kylie will endure the same faith.

Sadistic Phone Sex Offers a One Way Ticket to Hell

When I say the same fate it is the fate of satanic sacrifice. The snuff sex we have is absolutely mind blowing into ritualistic sacrificial Snuff Sex of two dumb whores. The filthy loving joy of riding the dick of B as the succubus demon within me emerges and speaks in tongues so dark. As I slither and ride that dick into my demonic womb of filthy devilish lust we make the music of the Hells deepest abyss. 

The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of those lovers that fell from the graces of pleasure. Stare into that dead bitches eyes B. Grace has no more grace she has fallen into a filthy whore of Hell. With this bloodied axe I will lick the blade clean of that dead cunts blood and spat into B’s mouth as I lean in with my succubus lizardlike tongue and kiss him deeply. 

Finally the reality is the hypnotized entranced Mr. B is so deeply mesmerized by the swirling blood of the ex, her sister and that whore mother in law.

Now the pleasures grow stronger as we scream Fuck Jesus Christ and all Christianity and Hail fucking Satan! This is Blasphemy phone sex.

Fuck Jesus and god damnnit it all in the Hellfire of eternal doom is the fate of the three cunts that are now headless. Their heads and dead eyes stare on as we blasphemously fuck and I carve my initials in the form of a pentagram on B’s chest as it to mark him by the Beasts number one demoness.

For I am Morticia. The Queen of Sin God Damned then ALL!

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Mutilation Phone Sex Adds Mayhem to your Mundane Life

Mutilation Phone Sex

The Things we do to make ourselves feel alive. Be them Dark and Depraved, they serve purpose. The shock and awe of Mutilation Phone Sex Calls, send me reeling on a high that is anything but synthetic. Jamie has been calling every week for a month now.  I’ve been a victim all my life, and he found solace in that.

It started off as a call like any other, He wanted to fuck my little teen dream twat and then, he wanted me dead. A Bloody scene we both created. Trading pokes, and stabs with blades of all kinds. We mirrored one another. The only difference was the tool we fancied to get the job done.

Both of us immensely turned on by the idea of causing the other pain. My cunt throbbed and grew slick with each and every pass of My blade on his skin. Laying him open, the sight of the blood. Made me ache.

See, Jamie. He liked playing with a big knife, large seratted blade that would tear my skin open, and it would chew and force my blood let. I, however chose a tiny, thin little razor to do my bidding. The quick slit, sting and burn of it coaxed that sweet crimson drip from his skin.

I’ve Never Been Squeamish

We violently mutilated one another. Thick slippery metallic tinges of red covered our flesh. So many little nicks, cuts and stabs. Both Feral, and so enamored with what we were doing. Primal is the perfect way to describe how we fucked.

A Mirror surrounded the bath tub in which we played. Skin covered in blood and plasma. We could admire the artwork we had marked the other with. His quivering cock slid deep into me from behind. I came within minutes. It was Dark, twisted and fucking sensual. No longer a want, it was a need.

Jamie’s cock anchored deep in my cunt. Thrashing deep, and knocking against My G-spot. I came again and again on him.  His hands slid over my throat, trying to grip to choke me. I watched in the mirror as he took me. Jamie was taking my essence. He fucked and fucked hard. Finally filling me with his cum.

Both of us staring wildly at the bloody Messes we created

But then again,

Monsters aren’t under the bed anymore, They are in the Mirror