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Master’s disposable toy

Murder phone sex fantasiesAs I prepared our most recent victims remains for dinner, dancing around the kitchen naked and bloody from head to toe, mistress perches on a counter, lazily watching me with those terrible, dangerous eyes. She informs me we have a guest for dinner, and dessert. Her own master has arrived. I pause, what horrible creature could be so powerful, so much more murderous as to be HER master? Then the thought occurred to me, I hadn’t made anything for dessert. She tells me it’s already been handled, and not to worry. That his coming was a very special occasion. I go back to rubbing salt and thyme into the chunks of pink flesh I had rinsed the blood from earlier. But my heart still beat.

Suddenly I’m waking up. I don’t remember falling asleep. My body is moving, back and fourth on a table of some sort. There’s something in my throat. I can’t breathe. But why doesn’t it hurt? I can’t see very well. My eyes aren’t all the way open.

Oh, God help me! He’s on me. It’s gotta be him. He looks like they say demons do. Beautiful, big, dangerous. He’s thrusting in…in…oh fuck! his dick is in my throat. But not from my mouth, from my chest! I’m cut open, and he is fucking my throat from the bottom up. Mistress is holding my esophagus, helping to jerk his dick off in the back of my mouth. WHY DOESSN’T IT HURT?! My heart is poun… wait, no it’s not pounding…. then it occurs to me. It doesn’t hurt, because I’m dead. I was fucking dessert. They are using my mangled, empty corpse to fuck. I’m covered in pussy juice, cum, blood, and pieces of myself.

But it doesn’t matter…. not anymore…

Continuing the nightmare

Mutilation phone sexShaking, terrified, piss dripping down my legs I stayed crouched painfully in place. Too scared to go to her, too scared not to. But something drew me, pulling at me from within my core. Seemingly against my will I slowly rose and stumbled towards her.
She reached her bloodied hand out to me, smearing my face as she cupped my jaw and wrapped her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. She pressed her lips to my quivering mouth. She forced her tongue between my teeth, licking them, pressing forward. I opened my mouth to her explorations. I hated myself for how wet my pussy instantly became. The heady flavor of her tongue mixing with the hot iron of the bastard’s blood set a fire pit in my belly which spread to every inch of my body. My nipples drew into hard peaks, threatening to rip themselves from my body. Her other hand cupped one breast, hot and liquid covered, she caressed me. Why? Why do I want this so badly?
She released me, stepped down from the mangled corpse I had all but forgotten she crouched over. Undressing me to my panties, she lifts my small frame with unexpected ease, setting me on what would have been my captor’s lap.
She picked up entrails from where she’d tossed them to the floor, and tied my hands with them to each of the corpse’s legs. leaning me back between his feet.
“Don’t you move, little one.” She ordered.
Prying the remains of his dick from it’s holding place of his mangled jaws, she slid my panties to the side. Sticking her finger inside the mangled cock like a puppet, she then began sucking my clit into her hot mouth. Colors burst behind my eyes as I began to orgasm. She Shoved the meat puppet into my pulsing pussy, and I came. Over, and over I squirt over her hands.
I came as I’ve never came before.

Her bloody, pussy juiced face rose between my knees.

“You’re mine, now.”

Cutting the Dead

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I like to position my stiffs in the morgue to my liking. A little BDSM was my mood this morning and I tied her up and whipped and beat her throughout the day. As part of my post mortem gang bang, I put her on display and set up a row of stiff cocks to watch the discipline. I then took my favorite knife, one with a long, sexy serrated blade, and cut her a new fuck hole right in the center of her throat. Those stiff dicks could be sat on top of her, with their cock resting inside that hole, their blank eyes staring at one another. Oh, the joy and pleasure I feel in watching them look at each other with that dumb as fuck stare. I continued to play with my favorite blade, cutting and slicing the flesh and watching it fall to the floor. My pussy was throbbing then and so fucking wet. It was my turn for a big stiff one in my fuck hole.

Bloody fucking nightmare

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The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?

Don’t Just Fuck Me

Snuff phone sex Do you want some snuff phone sex? I love my job I get to talk about my evil fantasies and kinky things I have done lately. I would love if you just bent me over and just shoved that hard cock right into my asshole with no lube or no spit. I want to feel it ripping open and blood running down my legs. Then take my blood and just put it right on the rim of my asshole and use it as lube. Just shove that fucking blood deeper in to my asshole. Make it cum out of my mouth! Pinch my nipples untill they bleed! Make them hurt. I love how it hurts and how it stretches me open. I love anal gaping don’t you?

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snuff phone sexWe stuffed her in the trunk, laughing our asses off. The little slut really thought she was going out with you. Oh, it’s gonna be a date all right but not one she’ll live to remember. I could barely wait to rip that slutty little mini skirt off and expose those fake tits.

You first told me about our victim about 6 months ago, how she was stalking your Facebook and following you around. When she showed up at my job telling me to stay away from her boyfriend, I knew she had to die. The bitch done messed with the wrong woman.

We drag her into the basement and tie her down. She is waking up now and starts spewing threats. I pull off her panties and stuff them in her mouth. Her eyes are huge with fear and that makes my pussy wet. You walk into the room clad in a black robe, your face almost covered. A punch to her face knocks several teeth out. Let the games begin.

A few hours later, she is almost beyond recognition. Her face is bruised a nice shade of purple and black. I’ve stabbed holes in her implants and a mixture of blood and silicon is leaking from the holes in her chest. You’ve violated every hole and fucked her with various objects. Now you are standing over her for the grand finale. I grab a scalpel and slide it slowly across her throat. The spurts of blood from her jugular are mixed with spurts of cum from your cock. We fuck like animals in a pool of her blood.

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Necrophiliac Head, Can it Wake the Dead?

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When I get new clients at the morgue, I can’t help but take advantage of the stiffness that rigor mortis creates. I’ve always loved having a stiffy in my mouth, and this…this only feeds my addiction for Necrophilia. My cunt gets soaking fucking wet, my blood boils almost I get so fucking hot. I feel like I can wake the dead with my head. Not that I’d want to…looking into the eyes of my playmates as they lay there while I face fuck myself and they return that blank stare is the main part of the thrill. It makes me so fucking hot, and I can’t get enough. The best part is that as a mortician, I get an endless stream of playmates, and I get to have my way with them. I dress them up, and put their bodies into positions that suit me best. Sometimes, when I have a full house, I have orgies and fuck all of them while the others “watch.” A necrophilic gang bang, and I’ve left pussy juice on every last one of them. Makes me want to cum just sitting here sharing it with you. Mmmm, think I’ll go back to the freezer and visit a few of my playmates to satisfy me.

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Have you ever gotten completely fucking turned on by a serial killer and just want some of the most evil phone sex with them? If not then, well I guess I am deranged and will embrace that shit happily! One of my biggest fantasies is done around necrophilia and a desire for castration phone sex calls.

The idea of having my own collection of real cocks to get off with when the need arises for necrophilia phone sex is really where the Serial Killer style came to be. Imagining being a notorious serial killer that mutilated men by castrating them after draining them of their seed just really got me hot. I imagine myself fucking my victim dry of all his seed and as I feel his final thrust of seed enter my sloppy cunt I reach up and slash his throat.

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Blood pouring all over my bare breasts as I move him off of me. Watching his body grow cold I await rigor mortis to set in making that cock all nice and hard for me. As I watch I smear the blood of my victim all over my breasts masturbating with anticipation of mounting that dead corpse cock and squirting all over it before I castrate him. I will have had a nice collection of castrated cocks from a bunch of dead fucks.

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I want you to slice open my pretty little tight tummy. I want you to peel back every layer of skin and slice it off. You will definitely need a little cooler to keep the slices of red bleeding flesh in. I want you to keep me alive as long as you can I want you to fry up the nice big slices of my tummy. You taking that cutting knife and with every slice It takes my breath away, and makes my panties all nice and wet. Then what I want yo to do is cook those pieces and make sure you get them all nice and well done and feed them to me as I bleed out we can share the pieces. Then just let me die slowly as you keep eating me.

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Ass Rape Porn Is Only The Beginning

One of my Masters of recent has decided he gets off on ass rape porn and by sending me out to the Hotel lounges to hook. He does this to me during conventions with mostly men in attendance that appear to have money and willing to part with it. One of the conventions he got a kick out of sending me to was an Undertakers or Morticians convention.

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Trying to seduce an Undertaker is not easy! I did get a rather dark, quiet type to approach me and ask if I was “Working”. We got the specifics squared away and I met him up at his room a quarter of an hour later. When I arrived I was a little perplexed as he had another woman in there sleeping. At least that what I thought! He offered me a drink and it appears to have been spiked as I felt loopy and without inhibitions.

Helping me undress he directed me to get into the bed with the other woman and be silent. I slipped in only to find she was cold and blue. Gasping I tried jumping out of there when he shoved me back down with a gun fitted with a silencer. Fuck! I did as I was told and made out with the dead corpse while he took turns fucking her cold dead hole and my warm moist cunt. He came in the dead body and as he was cumming he pulled me by my hair and shoved my face down in a pillow trying to suffocate me and that’s all I recall.

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