Category: Sex with dead bodies

Torture Phone Sex Bloody Whore Dreams

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     Torture phone sex was my way of wanting to die with you! I felt the kick to my face and then my body lay in heap on the floor. This is how our torture fun would begin. You would take the nail bit gun and staple my perky nipples. I would yell, and scream! You loved the blood curling screams and your cock would sit up at attention!  As blood ran down my tits you would drink it all up and kick me some more. You wanted to dislocate my ribs and I could see by the look of your cock you liked that. You would take a knife and shove it in my pussy causing the blood to reach your cock when you fucked me. It would be fun for you if the blood that ran from my body was mixed with your cock blood you said. You loved the taste of my flesh and our parties together were fun!

    I don’t know if it was the need to die that twisted my pleasure.  Or the fact that when you tortured me it turned me the fuck on!

     You would cut at my tits, or hang me with a rope gripping the flesh and causing rope burns all over my neck.  Slamming my head against the wall I didn’t have time to think as you ripped my panties off. I felt the razors cutting my flesh and your smile as blood pooled around me. I felt this stiffness of your rod against my ass and felt your rip into me with enormous speed. I had this coming the finality of death and there was not a damn thing to do but let you finish the job! But what good conversations we could have about the need to die to feel your cock on my cold flesh as life went out of me!

Snuff Porn Falls Short on a Bloody Phone Call

Snuff Porn

 

     Snuff porn and us just mixed so well during our conversations together. Biting into my flesh was part of the scenario for us.  The taste of blood seeped through your teeth and into my mouth and I was reminded of how twisted you liked our play time. My hands lay limp at my side as you positioned the rope over my neck and pulled with such force that I instantly could not let out a breath. I wanted to die, to fill no emotion and no air in this world. I felt the pressure of your cock inside me pounding me as the last bit of my air escaped from my lips and into the abyss. Your cock was hard and mighty causing my limp body to shake and the shit to run from my ass instantly. You would revive me with an electric shock as you had so many times before.

     You loved for my body to be stiff and rigid almost dead like as you fucked my pussy. You also liked stabbing my flesh with the knife and watching blood ooze out of me. This was right wasn’t it to get back at a someone who had rejected you? You turned over my still corpse spread my cheeks and mounted my ass burying yourself in my shallow walls. It was the release that you needed to gain. Involuntarily my body shook causing the last of a vomit to pour from my lips. You licked at then pushed my lifeless body back down on the floor. Pissing on my face, you let it fall on me in a drove then you fell to your knees again, you slapped my face and opened my mouth ripping at my lips to open up to insert your cock. You had five minutes or I would be dead for good. Thrusting your load in my mouth  you exploded. Scourging up looking for the defibrillator you pushed the electrical shock back to my tits and pulled the vamp. I was alive this time. My body sat in a hurdle shock and I choked as I came too. I caught you again pounding your cock inside my pussy succumbing to this aching need to kill me. Punching me in the face you told me how much of a dirty little whore I was and how our fun was so good for you. You couldn’t have realized how good it was for me too.

   As the clock ran out  and our time came to a close. Was I dead, alive,? Was this a dream of hell that you wanted to recreate? Only a call would tell!

Going Shopping

violent phone sex angieI am getting ready for a big party and as always the food is of the utmost importance. I recently heard of a farm that raises the best meat. I hear it is young and tender and well fed. They allow you to inspect your purchase very carefully. It’s a long ride to the farm. The place is in the middle of the woods, well secluded and well guarded. No one gets in or out with out permission of some sort. I can’t count the number of times I cum on the ride there. Finger fucking my pussy the entire way there. Thinking about the specimens waiting for me. Shaved bald and just waiting for that bullet to the head once I make my choice. Watching them wrap the body for me and putting it on ice for the ride home makes me hotter then hell. I get home and take the body out of the car. Laying it on the table I carefully unwrap it and taste the flesh by licking it, working my way down to the cold blue nipples sucking them into my mouth, I work my way lower, spreading her open and dipping my tongue inside, knowing the thrill of cutting her up and packaging her  to my liking is just minutes away. I always peel the skin off her pussy and ass to fry up as a crispy treat while I work. Only the best cuts will be served at the party and they must be marinated just right. I think I will make a batch of blood pudding…..so much to do to get ready for the big day!

Snuff Porn to a Pain Slut

Snuff Porn

 

     Snuff porn, hours of it,  was good for a pain ridden slut like me. I liked hurting and cutting myself and it was obvious I was egging you on to set a bitch up! Too bad the game would end with me in hell… I tried clawing at your hand scratching your eyes out that  would be good, a tear of your flesh would be great. I reached behind you and tried to grab the gun…

We talked about the plan of setting this bitch up for weeks! Luring her in tasting her cunt but ,  I had no Idea the joke would be on me. You were going to turn the tables and I was the one that would end up with my throat slit down the middle. I thought the taste of flesh that you wanted was intriguing. I thought I wanted that too. The feeling of you pulling my nipples and the razors that buried themselves in my pussy walls was too much to bare. I wanted more I thought, a taste of pure pain for an agonized slut. I always liked pain this would be no different. I would let you do what you wanted to my flesh as long as you treated me like less than a whore.  My greatest triumph would be getting back at this tramp. I wanted revenge on this bitch, but I had no idea it was a two edged – sword that got me in this web.

      Instead of killing this tramp whore who I hated, you instead invited her to the game. I thought it would be a web to entangle this ruthless pig ,dirty,  rotten bitch . One that would lead to her end, but instead it led to mine. You ripped my panties off at first took the rope and hook attaching it to my back and pulled with a snug. I screamed I yelled but there was no one to hear. I felt your stick poke me and I tried to pull away but you forced my head back down to the table. I was scarred ,I was used, dirty from the cum in my hair and ass. I felt you laugh you thought it was funny. I felt the spit from that bitches mouth hurl in my face but there was nothing I could do. I felt the sting of pain across my face as she slapped me. Suspended in midair I looked down at the both of you and I saw the spear head that would pierce me, the gun that was there to stun my pussy, and her with you ready to eat me alive!  As I saw her grab your cock and stuff it in your throat my legs quivered and the shit hit the floor with a thud. You were ready to fuck me alive the both of you were.

 

 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Blood Oath

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

    Murder phone sex fantasies would end my life and it did. I knew you needed my blood and I was willing to sacrifice myself for a bitch ass nigga! “Bitch suck that cock some more!” I don’t think I could take it any more if I tried. I was so weak from exhaustion from the gang  ,ramming shit up my ass that I was going to pass out! I know you liked pulling my tits and the blood that ran down your mouth from biting on my nipples was haunting me. The needles you stuck in my pussy were rusty and the nails that had me suspended in midair were going to rip my flesh. But this is what you wanted isn’t it? I tasted the shit that was forced down my throat and the five guys that stood behind me. My pussy was numb now from the force of fucking these bitches. I felt the acid burn my neck and run down to my ass crack. I was going to holler but you wouldn’t like that. I saw her with the lifeless eyes the knife what was she going to do? I would pay the price for the sin, I would die for him wouldn’t I? It was my fault I couldn’t pay the debt!

    Taking out your cock you rammed it in my bleeding ass and laughed. I tried to close my eyes but there was nothing I could do but take it. The other motherfuckers were standing around waiting. Who were you were you the leader? But this is where it would end. I felt the blade go in my neck and you sucking the blood like a vampire who needed a kill to satisfy his thirst. You wanted it, you craved the saltiness of my blood as I felt another asshole tie that rope around my neck. I knew it had went too far. I felt your cock as it stuffed in me and pushed pass my numbness to singe my new level of pain. As  I passed out I saw your eyes, puffy red, crying and raging! You were here to punish and you did it so well!

Gothic Phone Sex with Blair

gothic phone sex submissiveWhen he said we were going to a Goth club, I got excited. Something new.  I was not familiar with the lifestyle, but as a good submissive, I did my research so I could please him. I discovered 23 varieties of goth. Some I was familiar with like the emo punk girl, the death metal head banger, even the vampire goth. But others like steampunk and rivethead goths, I was not at all familiar. I decided to dress  as a Victorian/Elizabethan goth. That way I could be sexy and sophisticated with a whimsy of romance. Goths are romantic, dark, mysterious, even a little morbid. I was going to enjoy this club. From what I read Goths were not violent, just kinky. They dabble in the BDSM culture,  pagan rituals and the occult, but  are basically just a gloomy lot of sexual deviants. Surely, I would fit in.

The club was an old castle turned into a private  nightclub. My companion paid thousands of dollars for a VIP suite for the night. The room had an eerie feel. On the surface, it looked romantic and dark. Very Victorian era. Something wicked was lurking beneath the surface, however, I just had a feeling. It is not my place to question a Master. Ever. I ignored my feeling, did as I was told. Master tied me up, skull fucked me, force fucked my ass, even flogged me. We played our usual master and servant game.  I convinced myself this was just a fantasy role play for us; something different than the usual bondage games.

sex with dead bodies mommy sexMaster told me he had a surprise for me. He blindfolded me. I could hear him opening a door, talking in a whispered tone, then I heard silence and a loud thud, then more silence. When he removed the blindfold, I saw a coffin. At first I thought maybe this was a vampire fetish he wanted to explore. I wish that was it. Master thought it would be fun for me to fuck a corpse. I thought he was joking. Certainly this was just a guy pretending to be dead, so I climbed into the coffin to show Master what a good girl I am. The body was ice cold. There was an awful smell. I tried to leap off, but Master held a knife to my throat. “Be a good girl Blair, or you will be punished, permanently,” he said. Such a sinister smile on his face when he said it too.

When I asked how I was suppose to fuck a dead guy, he slapped my face so hard,  he busted my lip. I was giving a hand job to a lifeless dick. I felt sick. His cock would not  get hard, not even too my mouth.  Master shoved a cattle prod up the dead guy’s ass and his cock came to life. I closed my eyes, mounted that ice cold cock and rode him like he was alive. I kept telling myself it was fantasy; that he was just an actor at the club. But the harder I rode him, the more I realized this was not fantasy, but Master’s macabre desire to humiliate me, scare me, hurt me. Flesh was falling off the dead guy’s pecker the harder I rode him. Master saw the disgust and horror on my face and just laughed. I wanted to vomit.

necrophilia phone sexMaster made me spend the night in the coffin with a rotting corpse. The next morning when he let me out of the coffin, made me shower, then spent the entire morning force fucking my ass with a medieval cross. My ass was gaping open as usual. But there was nothing usual about fucking a corpse. Goths may be dark; they may be macabre, but they can’t hold a candle to Master’s perverse world.

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Killer Phone Sex Electrocution

Killer Phone Sex

 

     Killer phone sex games were fun as long as you understand the rules. He said it was harmless just a pointless game that we would play. I didn’t believe it but he had pulled my hairs and singed my skin with that lighter. Now I lay helpless on my back and my eyes were being held open by clamps for the electric shock. He said electrocution wouldn’t hurt that there would no pain. That the high I had was going to go on forever. I was scared but the need to party outweighed my good sense. It wouldn’t last very long it would end and then I could get all the  caviar I needed. He was nice and clean who cared if he put ram rods in my ass or a ball gag in my mouth. It was all a part of the play time and I was really ready for it. The shit in his hand that he was pushing on my tits was going to be ok. I had said it would be ok. Then I felt the first volt. I smelled the remains of my flesh burned from my skin and my tits felt like they were on fire. I was happy wasn’t I? This is what I needed right this agony of torture?

As he grabbed the cowhide whip and thrust it into the air I knew that this game was going to go on for a while but I was happy to receive all he could throw at me wasn’t I? Wasn’t I happy to be cut open and sacrificed for our love game?

 

Rock-a-Bye Baby

He had kept me alive longer than the others, but I knew he was growing bored of me. He liked his cock deep inside pussies that were growing cold with death. Mine was far to hot and wet to satisfy his urge to feel the lifelessness that he craved so badly. I watched as he killed the other girls and fucked their corpses. I saw how hard it made him cum to watch their dead eyes stare off into the darkness as he fucked them one last time. The kill no longer thrilled him, it was the body without life that he needed.

He dragged me out of my cell and I knew it would be my final night with him. I tried to relax and just take the cuts of the blades as they came. He sliced me everywhere, and the blood poured to the floor. I could no longer scream or fight, as I had been too weak for days. I had accepted my fate at the hands of this monster. I did try to look in his eyes, for one glimmer of humanity.  There was nothing but blackness, almost like he was as dead as all the girls before me. I began to feel dizzy and see stars and I knew I was running out of blood.

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He felt my skin with his hand and I could feel how warm he was compared to me. I began to shiver as I grew cold and my vision blurred. I heard him undo his pants finally and I knew that meant I was almost gone. He entered me and I couldn’t move at all. The last thing I remember was being rocked to a permanent sleep by him stroking his cock in and out of my dead cunt.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies take on Love

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

     Murder phone sex fantasies take on love scene was that fucking stupid shit you saw in one of those gory picture films. I had fucked up and I was going to have to pay for that.My eyes were filling with tears as he fucked my ass with the razor.I had been trying to get away from him for the past half hour but he would never let that happen. If a person wanted to cut you open they were going to do it! I know why I had to suffer I had on more than one occasion broken his heart and he wasn’t tolerating my abuse anymore! He was going to let me have it and I knew  that meant in the end that I had to die. It had tarted good enough I had asked him for a ride home and he was the agreeable type and from there he was trying to make sure that I was ok every minute of the day. The thing I disliked about him was that he was a push over and so I guess that’s why I pretended to like him for a bit just to get shit out of him. He was becoming more attached and now  he was going to fucking kill me.  I felt the razor in my cunt and I knew that the sight of the blood was going to knock me out! I wanted so much to hold tight for the life inside but his grip was too strong. Taking the meat clever out of the drawer and pressing it to my ear, he said”You bitch you could have played by the rules but you didn’t” Now you will pay for your transgressions !”  I know what he thought of me the filthy slut who had slept with his sister and best friend together, and he was going to make me pay for everything. I felt the meat cleaver tear into my back and I let out a scream but then it stopped! I felt my body go limp him pulling down his pants and fucking me over the head with something but I don’t know what it was!

    I was dead for sure and he was fucking me I guess no matter what he was doing I couldn’t help but think that I deserved all of it!

Necrophilia Phone Sex: Party with the Dead

Come here a second big man, I have to ask you a favor. Tell me your thoughts on necrophilia phone sex, and what you would do to fuck me. Yeah, you heard me right, how bad do you wish to fuck me? Would you kidnap a dead priest for me? I want his fresh corpse to have my way with. And I want you to join me.

I say we should see if your man enough, and what degree of blasphemy you will go just to get a taste and feel of this cunt. I want you to bring a few surgical knives and implements. What do I plan on doing with these? Nothing, YOU will be using them and do as I say.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

You will take the priests manhood and castrate him after I rode that rigor mortised shaft. And yes that is blood on his embalmed dead dick. He’s so stiff and it felt good in my menstruating cunt. Now suck that dick clean before you remove my trophy for me. Oh, what’s that, your promise of fucking? I think I promised a taste and you got that.