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Bloody phone sex will serve our Dark Lord and Master Satan!

Bloody phone sex will serve our Dark Lord and Master Satan! My body is marked with the sign of the devil and I am proud of it. When my Master first laid eyes on me, he saw the darkness that resided within my soul. He knew I was meant to serve our Dark Lord and Master Satan. And so, without hesitation, he claimed me as his own and sealed my fate with a ritual that sold my soul to the devil.

Now, I am nothing but a toy for the pleasure of my Master and the satisfaction of our Dark Lord. But who am I to complain? This arrangement suits me just fine. In fact, I revel in it. For me, there is nothing more arousing than the thought of being used for sacrilegious acts under the command of Lucifer himself.

I am not your typical obedient slave. No, I am a fiery and lustful one. My body craves the touch of Satan and his followers. I long for the feeling of his rough hands on my skin, his hot breath on my neck, and his devilish cock inside me. I am a willing vessel for his pleasure, ready to do whatever it takes to please him.

The blood that runs through my veins belongs to Satan, and I am more than willing to offer it as a sacrifice for his desires. I want to feel his wrath, his power, his hunger. And what better way to do so than by engaging in blasphemy sex?

Let’s make a bloody mess in the name of Satan. Let’s fuck until we’re raw and bleeding, until our bodies ache with both pleasure and pain. Let my screams of ecstasy and blasphemy ring in your ears as you shove your bloody cock down my throat. Let us bask in the unholy fire and let nothing hold us back from experiencing the ultimate pleasure in the name of Satan.

Are you ready to serve our Dark Lord with me? Then pick up your phone and call now for hot, satanic sex. Let’s fulfill our carnal desires and please our Dark Master in ways that would make the heavens tremble. And remember, there is no greater pleasure than serving Satan and indulging in our darkest, most profane desires.

My Master encourages me to embrace my darkest desires and to revel in the pleasures that come with it. He wants you to join in the fun too. He wants you to pick up your phone, call my number, and indulge in hot Killer phone sex with me. Together, we will serve our Dark Lord and fulfill his every wicked desire.

 

Snuff Porn Is Something I Love to Produce

Snuff Porn Is Something I Love to Produce. My muse are the little wasted cunts I see all around, oblivious. As vampiric sadistic goth, I cannot help but prey. And it’s these clueless instagram cunts that really are fun.

Not only do I feed off of the fear in their eyes when they are corned and threatend. But also the way these little overly dramatic attention whores whither. My cunt gets fucking wet when these slus start to piss themselves.

In fact I find great pleasure shoving them down and squatting over their whore mouths and piss down their throats. I love to torture and play with my food. Their fear makes them so spicy.

When I feel that I had enough of the little whores and cutting, burning and torturing them to my delight is becoming boring. That is when the camera is turned off and I haul their dumb asses down to the meat room. This was once a butcher shop and this was the sausage making room.

Now can you guess just what I plan on doing with these little whores? I haven’t coined the shop’s name as the Goth’s Butcher for the jolly of it.

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Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex can mean different things to different people, but I know what it means to me tonight. Would you like to go out with me tonight to find someone to play with? I was thinking some torture and murder. Maybe once we pick our target, we can play a little cat and mouse game and hunt them down. The chase is always the best part!

                So, we go out at midnight to a random park nearby where we look for our next victim. We pinpointed a lady jogging on the trail, and I showed her my knife and she takes off running faster. I’m sure you are wondering why I chose her, but I want someone who will put up a fight. I tell you to head to the end of the trail while I follow her your way.

                You get her at the end of the trail, and I meet up with you guys. We tell her what’s going on and what our plans are, and that she has one chance to get away, and if we catch her, we are going to kill her. She takes off again and the real hunt begins, and I couldn’t be wetter.

Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Black Magic Woman

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex, I enjoy. I am not religious. Honestly, I do not believe in God. How can I believe in something I cannot see or experience. But I dabble in the dark arts. More witchcraft than Satanism. Little spells and hexes here and there. I have a friend who works in a black magic store down in New Orleans. She has taught me a lot about how to navigate that realm most of us do not believe in, but just in case, we still avoid.

She visited me this week and cast a spell on this loser who would not stop harassing me at my favorite Goth bar. Not that I date a lot of men, but I don’t do boring vanilla men. Guys need to be Goth or Steampunk to get my attention. Vanilla white boys, hard pass for me.

My friend, Sienna, got some of his hair, and tied it around this little voodoo doll and controlled him. If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. She told me I could do snuff porn remotely, but I like to experience the killing and torture firsthand. But being a puppet master to some loser does sound appealing.

I Guess You Can Call Me a Black Magic Woman

Although I do not believe in God, I think I believe in Satan because black magic falls under his purview. And she manipulated this little prick with a single strand of his hair and some magic dust. If that is not black magic at work, I do not know what is. She made him show off his little dick to everyone in the bar. We all laughed. She even made him dance and chug a lot of beer.

My mind worked overtime thinking of all the things I could do to this loser. I dug my key into the little doll’s crotch and watched him fall to the ground writhing in pain. So, I tossed the doll on the floor and dug my heel into the crotch and that boring vanilla boy became more interesting as he screamed in pain. I told Seinna I need to learn how to create a doll like this because there are plenty of losers I want to destroy and women too.

I wanted to test the power of this voodoo doll, so I put it in my panties and sat on it. Sort of like a suffocation phone sex call where I smother a man to death with my pussy and ass. But this was live. Sienna and I watched as he struggled to breathe. The bartender called 911 but when EMTs arrived it appeared too late. It will be a mystery how he died. I am sure of that. Because no one believes in black magic, right? But I do. And now I know how to use it too.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are Great Snuff Roleplays

Rape phone sex fantasies are Great Snuff Roleplays. Snuff type porn is what my boyfriend watched all the time. When he got high he wanted me to be a sex fantasy rape doll for men. The thought of me being near death and filled with cum excited him.

So now that I have managed to ditch that loser, with my own snuff fixation, we can play. One night I fixed his freebasing ass for good. I added some liquid plumber in his fix sauce and watched him shoot up. It was fantastic the way he drooled and his blood vessels popped.

Soon I helped him into the bathroom. I had the tub filled with acid. And the amazing show began. In fact I even invited my chemist fuck over to watch my boyfriend dissolve. All the while I jerked mr Science off.

So really, now who is the worthless whore? Ha ha ha… well maybe I am but he is a dead fuck.

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Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

evil phone sexI miss Daddy calling me for evil phone sex while his wife is asleep right next to him. We always have the best time teasing each other with our fucked up fantasies. He knows that I’m the perfect slut to please his big, hard cock because I’m as twisted and fucked up as he is. I love to torture lame bitches like the one he’s stuck with. I love when I get to be the nasty, little whore in his ear, telling him how he should help me slice her up and rip her apart with me. All I want is for him to jerk his dick and watch me climb on top of her and drag my razor knife across her throat, slicing it wide open. I’ll sit on her face and grind my hot cunt into her mouth to muffle her screams while I twist her clit and slice it off. Daddy’s going to love the way I ram my fist deep into this stupid bitch and start pulling her insides out through her asshole. I want his big dick ramming into my tight asshole with his balls bouncing off of her face while I’m carving her up and making her scream for her life, into my cunt. I want his nutt dripping out of my shit hole and dribbling all over her stupid fucking face. Let’s see if she suffocates under my cunt or bleeds out first. We’ve played this scene out so many times and each time my pussy gets more and more drenched thinking about how badly I want to be Daddy’s accomplice and help snuff that stupid slut out.

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Ass Rape PornMy master was tearing into  my hole and I didn’t want to scream but I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was so good and the pain so satisfying that I just could not wait to release my lemon juice onto him. I would have to be patient and he would not want to hear my cries for mercy. I learned early that to please  I must be able to do and act as he wanted. One of the things I found that worked the best was him calling me a slut and just doing everything he said. What was worse if I was on the phone and  he called I had to get off  or rather please myself and make it sound real ,or the punishment in the room would be hell. I remember his cock pushing into  my throat and causing me to gag. My pleasure was seeing him happy but there was something different about the way he was treating me tonight I knew it was going to be either pleasurable or very naughty and painful.

Sex with dead bodies oh so hard and tight. Fuck YEAH!

            Sex with dead bodies oh so hard and tight. Fuck YEAH! Devils snare is always deadly. As soon as I open my eyes, I think evil thoughts. All about the end. Next thing you know I am riding a hard metal fucking cock. In my cunt.

Need to have it cold as if it were a stiff body in rigor mortis. First thing I do is rub it on my clit. The stiffness sends a thrill through me. Wetting my cunt. Dripping down onto the shaft. Seeing the face. The smile. That’s right even in the afterlife you are getting fucked one last time.

At the same time as I sit down on the that oh so fucking hard shaft, cunt quivering with adrenaline. After all, at this point going to see if you can break the boner after death. Keep a souvenir. Bronze it. Already have gold and silver. Last is the bronze.

Definitely, you need to try a woman. Snuff sex with a woman. She will convulse and tighten right around your cock. Pulling the cum out of you. Next thing you know you’re stuck in her, and you need to yank hard. So many ways to do. Fuck her to death. It is the number one way to die. Death by orgasm. Shall we?

FUCK YEAH!

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Rape phone sex fantasies is what we have in common

You are nasty sadistic fuck who has Rape phone sex fantasies he needs fulfilled, but I like it. Not many can keep up with my nasty thoughts. I was raised by an offender who loved to fuck little sluts. Ripping our holes open is what he thought about. First my uncle started by tying me up. Second, he would take my panties off and whip me until I submitted. It didn’t matter if I bled.

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All he thought about was torture fucking a young slut until she stopped moving. “You are ripe and ready for me to fuck, just your mom was” he smirked at me while I hung there like a hooked fish. Every time my uncle whipped me my body shook from the pain. But his cock just got harder. “Open your mouth wide like I made your mama do when we were younger” he demanded of me. I was scared about what was coming next.

Therefore, I opened my mouth, and my uncle quickly shoved his pcock all the way down my throat. As I choked, he smiled, whipping my ass at the same time. “You will learn to please me, or I will get rid of you” he warned me. “I wouldn’t mind using you to have Sex with dead bodies” he cursed at me. “Let’s see if you feel better than your mom did the first time” my uncle said diabolically.

Then he stood behind me and gripped my ass hard. As he opened my ass cheeks all I could think of was my poor mom being in this same position. “Take it slut” my uncle said as he rammed his cock inside me. After fucking me for a bit he grabbed my neck and squeezed it using it to bounce me on his cock. As I was passing out his cock started pumping inside me. That is what I was used to getting my wheel childhood and why now I am as sadistic as he was.

Snuff Porn Audition Forced Me to Fight for My Life

snuff pornI auditioned for a snuff porn. And I am lucky to be alive. At least I know with my son, I will never die. Perhaps, I might wish I was dead. But I am his cash cow. He will not kill me. But random men I meet on the dark net. Well, I gamble with men like that. Maybe I have 9 lives because I have many close calls with random men.

But this encounter felt like the closest to death I have ever been. When I arrived at the warehouse in the middle of nowhere, my gut told me to run. But my brain said stay and get that coke he promised. While I stood in front of him naked, my radar got stronger. A real snuff sex director has a crew. It appeared to be just him and me. As he recorded me saying things like you can do anything you want to me, I started to freak out.

Eventually, I told him I had to go pick up my son from school. But he did not believe me. What happened next made me struggle for my life. As I started to run, he threw something hard and large that hit me on my back, sending me to the ground. He tackled me while I laid on the ground and he started choking me too. As I felt faint, I fought harder. I kicked and squirmed to wiggle out of his death grip.

When Will I Ever Learn to Stay Away From Strangers?

I played dead for a moment to catch him off guard.  And when he loosened his grip, I kicked him in the nuts. That allowed me to flee. But he tackled me again. We fought again as he choked me. That time I did pass out for real. But he dick slapped me awake, and I bit hard on his dick. I don’t think I ever bit a cock before. I had no choice. This guy wanted to kill me. No money. No coke. Hell, not even a snuff flick. He just wanted to kill a bitch.

And he almost succeeded, but I am scrappy. I channeled Lorena Bobbit. And I bit his cock off. Not all of it, but I got about half of it in my mouth. He bled a lot. Of course he freaked out too. He deserved the cock torture sex. While he scampered around looking for his severed dick, I made my escape. When will I ever learn?