Category: Mutilation phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex is hot love for all who are sadistic!

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex is hot love for all who are sadistic! I have this insatiable desire to fuck the dead. Yes, I get wet at the thought of having sex with corpses. And let me tell you, there’s nothing more satisfying than feeling a stiff, cold body beneath me as I ride it till I can’t walk straight. The living dead and the dying living are all the same cut from the same cloth-mounds of fresh waiting to be devoured.

I never got along with the girls at my school,  filling me up with all their morals and their rules. They’d pile all their problems on my head, it was so boring, I’d rather go out and fuck the dead! ‘Cause I can do what I want and they won’t complain. I want to fuck the dead in the middle of the night so silently, I creep on over to the mortuary, lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead until their cold blue flesh makes me turn red!

I love nothing more than watching the life slowly drain out of someone’s eyes as I choke them with my thighs. I’ll ride their face till they stop squirming, until their body goes limp and their moans turn to gurgles. when they take their last breath, I take mine and squirt all over their faces.

We can also play with their organs. I’ll let you wrap your cock around their intestines while I shove wet cunt in their decaying mouth. It’s a symphony of pain and pleasure, and it makes my cunt ache just thinking about it. And trust me, I can make you ache too, in all the right places.

So, what are you waiting for? Call me now for some hot snuff sex. I promise to fulfill all your twisted desires and leave you begging for more. Let’s indulge in the taboo together and explore our wildest fantasies. The dead need loving too!

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex

 

Good evening everyone. It’s getting late and dark, which makes it the perfect time for you to join me in this accomplice phone sex. I have all these horrifying, yet absolutely delicious thoughts running through my mind. I have so many great ideas, that right now, it’s hard to choose just one.


I usually have more victim and submissive thoughts, but tonight I’m feeling rather sadistic. You’ll help me, won’t you? I’m ready to pick a stranger off the streets and turn them into a screaming victim! They have no idea what’s in store for them tonight.


We go back to an alley way, where all the fun can truly begin. I pull out my knife, and as I hold it up, the curved metal blade glistens in the moonlight. Our victim is on his knees, and when he sees that knife, he starts crying and begging for his life. I just start laughing. So tell me, when you call me tonight to get dark, how does this scenario end?

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sexThe truth is I know something is terribly wrong with me. I think I might be a little crazy I’m sure if I dig deep enough I could get to the root of it.I’ve always been told that I’m beautiful or cute but when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see what they saw. All I saw was an ugly pig because that’s how I’ve always felt. Other than being dizzy and nauseous for the most part I distinctly remember how warm the blood was running down my face. I ran to my bedroom mirror and there it was a gushing bloody gash pouring like a faucet. That was my first time seeing who I truly am and it aligned with how I feel. Even the pain of the gash made my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. The deeper I fell into this darkness of evil and taboo adventures. I definitely know what I love and it’s torture and torment. I need to be hurt the craving for blood is so insatiable. Can you feed my need for pain and suffering? I just want to feel alive again.Im your Bloody Phone Sex heaven baby!Torture phone sex

Torture Sex Accomplice Fuck Doll Geneva Lives for Death

Getting into another torture sex scenerio I was unable to deny my excitement.  In fact Mr. W invited me as his date to Underground dinner party. The theme of this party was Forbidden fruit.

Obviously things did not go exactly as I had expected. Stupid me to expect that I was actually going to enjoy a normal night out. Soon the truth became clear. The women that were dates of these elitist men were more or less part of the buffet.

As it was meant By Forbidden fruit,  this reference was given to the sweet succulent flesh of the bounty of prey brought to the party. Upon entering I was stripped down, and slathered with exotic edible oils. Then My holes were penetrated and stuffed with rare flowers and fruits. Finally I was hog tied and my mouth was stuffed with a sweet juicy peach.

Consequently, the moment came to be and I was slipped onto a skewer that penetrated my cunt and seared through my insides and coming through my mouth. Once skewered I am set on the two beams that will help me become turned and roasted.

In the end the flames licked at my skin and I passed out. While still slightly conscious from out of my body I could see how the men enjoyed me and slicing into my tender cooked flesh and ate every succulent bit of me.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy on Valentine’s Day

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies for mommy on Valentine’s Day are not uncommon. In fact, all week this mommy has been fuck meat for callers and the men in her life. Because I knew it would likely be like this, I saw my number one drug dealer this week to stock up on coke. Marcus never goes too hard on me. Usually, the roughest stuff I get from the other dealers I see when I either run out of the stuff Marcus gave me or he does not have any to give me.

But last night Marcus seemed to be in a mood. I know he has his own mommy fantasies, but they never seemed very violent. At least not in comparison to most. But he proved me wrong last night. He came over while my husband and sons went to a movie. And he did not come alone. He brought his brothers with him. They turned me into their mommy ass rape porn star too.

Rape Fantasies For Mommy Appear Very Common

Not sure what got into them, but they took turns pounding my asshole. Hell, they even fisted my asshole. In fact, that hurt way more than all three cocks in my ass at once. When they shoved all three cocks in my tight asshole at once with no lube they joked that they gave me a bouquet of cocks as a Valentine’s Day gift. However, three cocks dry in my ass hurt less than one fist.

Even as a submissive whore, I do not get fisted often. In fact, most of the time, when I do get fisted, it is a woman doing the fisting and she has a smaller hand than men. However, these guys had huge hands. Plus, they each sported rings that looked bigger than Super Bowl rings. As they took turns fisting my asshole, I tried to fight the tears back. My dealer really had some anger to work out this time.

Hell, all three men had some anger. And my ass paid the ultimate price. Not only did they prolapse my ass, but they also bloodied it with their big rings. No anal sex for me for a while. At least I hope not. This taboo phone sex mommy needs a break from the brutality.

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy!

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy! Some might say I have a twisted mind and a thirst for blood, but to me, it’s just an insatiable hunger for pleasure. And I am not afraid to admit it. I love offering the hottest and most disturbing fantasies to anyone who is brave enough to call.

I get off on using sharp objects to stab and torture my victims, both physically and mentally. The screams of pain and the fear in their eyes only intensify my pleasure. And when I’m done, I take things to the next level by indulging in some sexy and violent activities with my Daddy!

Together, we get fresh meat and use all kinds of objects to make them squirm. We tease and taunt them, driving them to the brink of madness before finally giving them the ultimate release. Our favorite part is when we get to fuck our victims, and we do it with intensity and insanity. I love seeing the fear and pain in their eyes as we ravage them. And I know daddy loves it too, as he takes control of their mouths while I go to town on their pussy and asshole with my big hunting knives.

 We love seeing blood and sweat mix together as we indulge in our dark desires. And for those who are brave enough, we also offer wild mutilation phone sex. That’s right, we don’t just stop at pain and pleasure, we take it a step further and fulfill your darkest and most twisted fantasies.

So, daddy, if you’re looking for something truly wild and unforgettable, give me a call. I promise to give you the best playtime experience you’ve ever had. But be warned, once you enter my world, there is no turning back. I am ready to fulfill your every desire.

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Goth teen phone sex

Goth teen phone sexAs I sit here, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something lurking beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect life. Despite the accolades of beauty and the appearance of a happy existence, I’ve always felt unattractive. There’s an unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity that I can’t quite shake.

But recently, I’ve discovered a peculiar source of beauty, not from an injury as one might expect, but from a deeper place within myself. This newfound beauty has led me on a twisted journey of self-discovery, one that I initially attempted to suppress.

Knife play phone sexI’ve intentionally inflicted pain on myself, not in the traditional sense of seeking aid, but out of a dark desire for exploration. I’ve been immersed in a realm of self-discovery, one that’s led me to crave external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure has transformed into an insatiable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies. I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, one where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, and where my ultimate, horrifying fantasies can finally be brought to life.

As I delve deeper into this dark abyss, I find myself inextricably entwined in a forbidden kink that I can’t deny. The line between pleasure and pain has become blurred, and I’m questioning my own sanity. But even as I venture into the unknown, I’m drawn to the thrill of it all, the adrenaline rush that comes with stepping into the darkness.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fulfills My Need to Murder My Meal

Cannibalism Phone Sex is one eliment of why I am not your average Goth girl. I am a sadistic whore that hungers for sexual satisfaction. That sexual satisfaction is also not of this world or normality.

In fact I am a huntress. Hunting my meal comes in many non traditional places. I do not hunt nor harm furry friends. I do enjoy the great big beasty cock of theirs but never do I eat. It’s human flesh I entice in. Furthermore more often than not the human flesh I enjoy most is that sexual clitoral meat. And yes that includes peni.

Just today I was out at the grocery store. Nothing pisses me off more than lame cunts that obviously stare at me. Today it was some nigger bitch just off the damned boat. Fucking whore with all her long braids and strong ethnic facial features. This bitch was bringing out the White supremecy in me and I just wanted to burn her.

Finally I confronted her and asked her what the fuck. Like bitch you are stalking me in the shop and staring. What fucking gives lesbo? She really got nervous as I can be quite intense.

Cannabalism Phone Sex is exciting to bite off a nigger bitch’s cunt and eat it.

So at it seems the bitch was enthralled by me. My pale complexion and dark dress. She kept telling me she wasn’t a gay. I spat her words back at her oh I’m not a gay. I laughed and pushed the bitch into my van. As I confronted her in the dark parking garage and stopped her right at the tailgate of my van.

As a huntress I always have a plan. Now that I shoved her in my van I got in behind and closed the door. I guess we will have to explore all the options of fun we can have when you give me a call.

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