Category: Mutilation phone sex

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

Devil’s Delight

Torture sexI lit the candles, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. He was already waiting for me, spread-eagle on the table, arms and legs bound. He squirmed as I approached, eyeing the torture tools laid out before him.

I ran my fingers over his skin, feeling him shiver. “You’ve been a bad boy,” I purred. “And bad boys need to be punished.”

I picked up the whip, snapping it against his thigh. He yelped, arching off the table. I smiled, admiring the red welts already forming on his skin.

But I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed the clamps, attaching them to his nipples, watching him writhe in pain and pleasure. Then I slid my hand between his legs, gripping his hardening cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said, stroking him slowly. “You like being at my mercy.”

He could only moan in response, lost in a haze of agony and ecstasy. I kept toying with him, bringing him to the edge over and over again, never letting him come.

Until finally, when he was begging for release, I climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his cock. We both cried out as I started to ride him hard, my cunt gripping him like a vice.

I fucked him until we both came, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. As I collapsed on top of him, I whispered in his ear, “This is just the beginning, my pet. There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

And I meant it. There was no end to the depravity I wanted to explore with him, no limit to how far I would go in subjugating him to my every whim and desire.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Helps Expel Our Rage

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true. But you need the right accomplice. And although I prefer to kill alone, I’m feeling generous this October. And I’ve done something new with my 31 kills of October. Tony needed my help. And he paid for my help too. So, I thought why not. I can profit off something I planned on doing anyway.

Tony seemed filled with rage. And I knew it might be a bit risky to collaborate with a powder keg like him. He seemed like Michael Douglas in that 80s movie Falling Down. I think he might have been just one person shy of a total meltdown. Like if he ordered a hotdog with ketchup and he got a hotdog with mustard instead, I think would kill over the mistake. But I made sure he knew that I would not hesitate to kill him too if he tried anything with me.

Tony did not know who he wanted to kill. No one person in mind. He just wanted to experience the thrill of murder. Plus, I think years of neglect from women exasperated his rage. But he needed me to reign in his terror. Without me, he might’ve killed an innocent woman just to get out his frustrations. And I understand being outraged and sexually frustrated. I’ve been a killing machine since my teen years.

But if you want to avoid prison, you need self-control. That’s how people get caught. They kill in a frenzy and leave DNA behind. Hence why men like Tony and you need a seasoned accomplice phone sex partner.

Sometimes, It Feels Cathartic to Take Your Rage Out on a Bitch

I decided to teach Tony, how to kill undetected. And he seemed eager to learn. We picked this girl who threw a drink on him last week when he asked her to dance. I mean, I found that a hardcore response. And this might seem odd coming from me, but I would never waste a perfectly good drink on a guy just because he asked me out. A simple no would have sufficed.

We focused on her. He wanted revenge. Since this girl already rejected Tony once, I lured her away. But I had to use chloroform halfway to meet Tony. She started to realize I meant her harm. I wanted to torture the bitch. Make her pain last.

But as soon as I got her into the kill shack, where Tony waited for us, he grabbed one of my knives and started stabbing her frantically. Blood splattered everywhere. And I wanted to participate, but at this point, I just sat back and let him take out his rage on her. Clearly, he had a lot more pent-up rage than I ever could’ve imagined. Seriously, he went wild animal on this bitch. Turned my kill shack into a bloody shack. However, since it is Halloween month, I decided to leave some of the blood there.

Men Need Me as Their Accomplice to Keep Them Safe

Although not a satisfying kill for me, he needed to get out his rage. But I made sure not to leave any of my DNA there. One of the reasons I held back. That kind of frenzied kill feels good, but it leads to a lot of mistakes too. He wouldn’t need to worry about DNA not in my kill shack that nobody even knows exist.

No body no proof. I fed her carcass to the wild animals out back. And I cleaned up the floors. He enjoyed the kill. It felt cathartic to him to expel that kind of rage. To make a snuff porn with a girl who wronged him. Did I mention he fucked her dead body too? Hey, if you enjoy necrophilia, I don’t judge.

When he paid me, he joked that I seemed cheaper than years of therapy. And that’s true. Sometimes you just need to get your rage out. And when you do, I can help keep you protected.

Sex with dead bodies is better when they’re fresh

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is a forbidden delicacy, but I indulge in it often. I know of plenty of ways to find the perfect victim. The thrill lies in their freshness. I like it when my nerco whore is still warm to the touch. Their supple flesh, creamy still without a hint of rot, gets me wet.
I like to take my time with them. With my last orgasm, they are cold and stiff, and I know your taste is a little different. You enjoy them when they are ripe. You like their bloated blue bodies and their pungent stench of death.
I thought I would get sick putting your hard cock in a rotted little pussy, but it was actually exciting. I loved watching you pound into our Snuff sex victim. Those wet slapping sounds got me horny all over again. So let’s turn this bitch over so you can fuck her ass too. She isn’t going to last very long because I expect you to pound her until she is a pile of mush. And when your cock is sloppy with gore, I’ll suck it clean. Let’s pick up a couple more bitches for our fun. Younger and more innocent would be really hot to use.

Roleplay Phone Sex Turned into Medieval Torture

roleplay phone sexI love roleplay phone sex. And I do not even mind a little violence mixed in. I have made my share of cosplay porn. And trust me in the seedy underworld of snuff that I travel, I’ve been everything from a schoolgirl to a witch in these sorts of porno films. A director that I work with often because he’s got the greatest coke called me up. Usually, I call him begging for a gig so I can earn some money. But this time he called me because he had a client who wanted to do a Halloween themed porn. Of course, I said yes.

And I didn’t really think about the particulars. I never ask the right questions. Hell, most of the time I never ask any questions except for how much money or how much coke I will receive. Because that’s all I care about. But not asking questions gets me in trouble every time.

When I arrived at the studio, I didn’t see the usual people there. Clearly, this would not be a big production snuff porn. But it didn’t matter if the film would be seen by only one person or many. Because I just did it for the money.

Perhaps, I Will Never Learn to Ask Questions or Say No

My director friend sent me a script, and it seemed harmless enough. I would be a witch being punished for casting spells on people. However, it seemed a little unclear what my punishment might be. And once again, my dumbass did not ask questions. I had tunnel vision. I just wanted the coke. Well turns out that me being a witch wasn’t all of the story. This cosplay porn had a medieval torture theme. First, my costar hung me from a scaffold and whipped me. Whipped so hard the flesh tore from my body.

I knew I would regret this. Because I started to regret it once I felt blood trickling down my back. It felt like medieval torture sex. Although I’ve been tortured sexually most of my life, this felt like nothing I experienced before. My costar inserted this device that looked like a steel cone in my ass. Although I’ve had bigger things up my ass before I had never experienced anything like this. My costar cranked it, and it turned my asshole inside out, causing it to bleed profusely. This felt worse than anything my ass experienced before, and my ass has experienced a lot.

More torture occurred. But nothing topped that steel cone in my ass. By the time this film concluded, I looked like a bloody swollen mess. However, I did have my money. However, honestly, I don’t think it feels worth it. Because now I’m out of commission for a bit. And it’ll be a while before anybody can fuck my ass again. Why do I never ask the right questions or any questions for that matter? One of these days I will end up dead.

Snuff Sex Adventures Are The Best in Autumn

There is something about Autumn. It’s season of death is a perfect time for Snuff sex. All the sexy costumes and Halloween happenings. Then we have bonfires and scary happenings in the woods. What perfect time to guise a killer anal sex ring of beheading.

Obviously this has been a theme for me as I took to it quite well. It’s just that I have a thing for ass fucking. And with a juicy ass like mine how could I not? The beginning was with me being taken and taking that dick on a live stream.

First I was meant to die. But the mere fact I got so damned wet and excited as that dick slammed into my ass over and over again was only the start. Then I was in pain and walking home in the roughest part of town. I stumbled upon a drug deal and these men just knew I needed to be roughed up more.

The moment they star my butt ring so pink swollen and tender they knew they needed to give me more pain. Big dicks slamming into my ass and hands around my neck. The grip got harder and my asshole started to prolapse.

Finally the belts came off and the whipping of my hole began. I squirmed out of the excitement of my cunt. And the guys just got more extreme with their torture. My sopping wet cunt saved me.

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Ruptured and ravaged, torn apart into peices

Bloody phone sex

He was a hottie and said he loved me, treated me like gold when I normally get treated like bloody trash. I knew he had something up his plan, too nice means too dangerous, well we’ll have to see about that.

He loved to party, always got me high, drunk, then we tie each other down, play choking games while he’d romanticly slice me up my body with his sexy god damn knife. I didn’t mind a bit, my pussy would leak with lust the more and more aggressive he’d get, even bringing whore’s in with us only for us to fuck, pound, suck, play with and take our rape fantasies out on her with each other. I just love laughing, giggling, rubbing my wet tight puurrrrfect moist kitty every time I would hear that bitch whimper and moan. “Keep screaming bitch and watch what happens” he screams and I step on her face, haha!

 Bloody accomplice, covered in cum, no evidence left. 

He was an evil fuck, had no soul in his eyes and wanted to trash any evidence that could be found. With her tied up, cut, shredded, hanging, barely breathing after getting rammed in every god damn hole it was time to stuff that bitch into place that no one could see. She’s starting to scream as I hold her arms back, while choking her he shoves his cum bloody cock up her broken, torn up and raw bunghole and busted his evil nuts, blowing her ass out, bursting spooge all down her legs.

With one blow to her head, slash to her neck that was the end of the bitch. He took her down to the dungeon of hell, cut her up into pretty pussy pieces, shoved in a bag and tossed to a river.  Another slut bitch left for dead, I may be his next……

Killer Phone Sex in Time for Killtober to Kick Off

killer phone sexKiller phone sex October started yesterday. I consider this my favorite time of the year. October to me means murder and horror movies. I really embrace Halloween. In fact, I start early. And I’m off to a good start. I saw this hot teen slut hustling guys at the mall. You see it all the time. Cute young girls who know that they can use their tight teen bodies to get what they want, especially from perverted, older white men. They drink their Kool-Aid.

And often time I do murder men. For the most part, most of you I find useless. And the only way you can amuse me is when I’m torturing you. But this time on the first day of killtober, I selected a hot teenage slut. A future gold digger. Maybe even a future porn star. She had men eating out of her hand. And I don’t look at her as competition. She can have all the dirty old white men she wants. My sexual pleasure comes from torture sex and murder. I literally get off on being a sadistic bitch.

October Turns into Killtober for a Murderous Bitch Like Me

And I got off killing this little tramp. I played to her vanity and told her I was a scout for horror movies. I’ve been using that line for a decade and girls fall for it every time. And it’s not because I look trustworthy. I scream stranger danger. But stupid girls always trust women. And they always want to believe that I really want to make them a star. This time I had the foresight to text a man that pays me good money to fuck a girl just like this before I kill her. So, I saw a way to profit from her death. He could fuck her and then I could kill her, and we both win.

We met at my kill shack like we do every October. He enjoys force fucking a virgin young girl, and I enjoy killing her, and mutilating her body after he’s done. But I told him I couldn’t promise this girl would be a virgin. I watched her in action. She didn’t act like a virgin. However, the surprise was on me. She bled like a stuck pig when he put his dick in her pussy and broke her hymen. She screamed bloody murder, but that’s a sound that makes me wet because it’s the sound of fear and pain.

Sometimes, I Like a Man to Fuck a Little Slut Before I Execute Her

I had no problem letting him make a teen rape porn with this girl before I carved her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He fucked her unconscious. He might’ve had his hands on her throat as he buried his alpha cock inside her little bitch cunt. And I loved seeing his dick covered in blood. After he came inside the unconscious slut, I woke her up with my knife. I carved a pentagram on her chest. I sliced her nipples off, and I even cut her clit off too. And I stabbed her ass and pussy for more blood.

Eventually, she died from blood loss, and I fed her to the wild animals outback of my kill shack. But I made a bloody mess. But October brings bloody sex fun, and I plan to kill a lot more people because the month just begun. So, my question to you. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim?

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.