Category: Snuff phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Beheading After Anal Prolapse Deflowering

Killer phone sex comes in many forms. Last nights run was a damned hard ass riding. Literally the ass was ridden hard with the deflowering and prolapsing of a tight teen hole.

As I was seeking out some fresh ass meat for my partner, it was this teen catholic girl that caught my eye. In fact she was just so adorable with a plump ass and pert tits. It made me sick how cute she was.

Obviously I got a little sadistic with her when I found my partner really enjoyed tapping that ass pucker. So I decided to take a machete and lop of her head. He was still penetrating that ass and just started getting his rhythm.

That very moment I saw in his face the nearing moment of ejaculation I slapped that blade down. Her head went thumb. Then her asshole spasmed. And my partner well, he came harder than ever with a loud grunt.

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My Master spoils me with revenge Snuff sex with me in charge

When I am a good Snuff sex slave, I get spoiled. My Master allows me this pleasure when I’m a good little slut, and boy do I relish it. Sometimes he has rid himself of dudes because they become a liability. A lot of the time, these guys have hurt me badly. And when I get my chance, I am sure to give them all I got!Snuff sex You see, my Master, being the wicked, magnificent devil he is, lets me play out my sickly twisted revenge fantasies on these poor schmucks. He makes me queen of the mountain, sitting on my throne of pain and pleasure. I get to sit back, devise the most wicked, unimaginable punishments for these guys, and watch as they suffer for as long as I desire.

I have snuffed out these fuckers in all kinds of ways. Their suffering turns me on so much. It feels like I am hurting my first Daddy too. He’s the one who started it all and he ruined me when I was very small. Every time I get to snuff a guy out I imagine his face during their last breath.

Watching these wretched creatures scream in agony at my hands makes me feel like I am avenging all that he put me through. The irony is just delicious and oh-so vindictive. I love being on top with my victim’s dick forced inside of me. I ride them until they are about to bust and then gouge their eyes out. Once I hear those eyes pop, I can’t control myself and soak my victim’s balls.

And of course, I do it all for Satan! I am a loyal follower and every soul I snuff out is all for him to consume. Praise be to Satan, indeed. After all, we’re just here to serve our Dark Prince, and what better way to do so than taking those who’ve wronged us as Blasphemy sex sacrifices?

 

Cannibalism phone sex taps into my wild feral side

Cannibalism phone sex gets wild, there is no such thing as limits with me! You need a trusted accomplice to fuel your lust! I am the sultry temptress that revels in the naive trust of my eager victims. Their flesh is so delicious. I am a fantastic cook but I do love me some raw flesh.Cannibalism phone sex

Blood dripping down my chin sends a electric shock into my clit. I don’t care how taboo it is, it empowers me. The blood of a defiled virgin is my self care routine.  It’s time to unveil the depths of your  sick desires to someone who understands the complexity of a depraved hungry mind.

The victims are young with feeble little minds, no one will miss. They think I am just another pretty face. Ha! Little do they know they’re about to be our twisted meal. Oh, how I relish their screams of agony and terror, their warm, sticky blood coating my depraved body. Let me feed you their blood and flesh, your monster cock will grow wildly before your eyes.

You need a girl that won’t judge, a girl that can take action and knows exactly what you need. I am that Snuff sex accomplice. Let’s get feral Daddy, make those bald little pussy scream for mercy. You know I won’t give them any mercy.

 

Castration Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever

Too many worthless nut bags around and really Castration Phone Sex can the a World of good. As a goth goddess of sadistic desires and ways, my favorite thing is torturing men.

Castration Phone Sex Turned to Mutilation with Morticia

We just finished a Holiday of delicious blood shed. St. Valentines day is an amazing time for my filthy shenanigans. In I fact I love to draw out the pleasures of torture, murder and mayhem through the whole weekend.

First I had an afternoon date with some loser I really wanted to just dissect. Since He is pure vermin this is what he deserves. Obviously just a filthy fucking pig. And I just imagined making him squeal for me as I cut his bity clitty off and dissected that worthless ball sac.

Once I got the pig back to my place I had a welcoming contraption ready and sprung. He was immediately grabbed at the ankles and hoisted up and hanging from those ankles. This device essentially tied his ankles and slipped a modified body bag on him to restrain him.

Now that the loser was hanging and trying to squirm lose why screaming I waisted no time and shoved my panties in his big mouth. I laughed at him and told his mouth is the only thing big on his worthless body.

Finally I grabbed my hunting knife and went for the cock and bags. Those things where quickly cut free and I got a good laugh. I screamed “I fucking knew it loser! Look at that worthless fucking thing between your legs!” Then spatting in his face I demanded him to apologize to me and laughed because he was gagged.

Domination Phone Sex is a Playground for Sadistic Fun 

Then the moment of bliss Off with the balls and the dick. Now it’s true I mentioned castration. However this is full on mutilation. After all a he is a worthless pig just deserves to be dissected and bled.

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Accomplice Phone Sex With Sexy Snuff Queen Rena

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is hot for me and makes that big cock of yours hard. When it comes to finding young girls for our twisted desires, you’re my go-to accomplice. I have this way of making them feel comfortable and safe around me, which is exactly what I need to lure them in.

Today was no different. We spotted her at the mall – a pretty little thing with big doe eyes and innocent curves that begged to be corrupted. You struck up a conversation with her while I watched from afar, casually strolling past her parents who were oblivious to our true intentions. Before long, she was giggling along as if she’d known us forever and willingly following us out into your car without any suspicion about where we were taking her or what would happen next.

Once we arrived at our secret location – an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town – you expertly tied her up using some rope we had brought along just for occasions like these. Her soft gasps filled the air as she struggled against her binds but couldn’t escape their tight grip on her wrists and ankles; all too aware that resistance was futile against two experienced predators like us.

I approached slowly, running my hands over every inch of exposed skin as if it were a sacred ritual – tracing patterns down her arms before moving lower towards those plump thighs held captive by those restrictive jeans… With each touch sending shivers down both our spines anticipating what came next I knelt between her legs, my mouth watering at the sight of her panties soaked with fear-sweat. With one swift move, I yanked them off roughly exposing her virgin flower to our hungry eyes. You stepped closer then, your cock already hard from anticipation as you reached for a nearby flogger and began teasing it against her sensitive skin – eliciting moans mixed with pleas for mercy that only fueled our lust even more.

Mutilation phone sex for me to destroy you into pieces.

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex for me to destroy you into pieces. I would love to slice your face right the fuck up. Sometimes I can’t even stand that smirk on your face. I just want to cut it up and make you like a joke. The room is filled with knockout gas and with my little body I have extra strength, dragging up on my metal cutting table. Oh boy, you are really begging me as you come around. Begging for your life as you’re shackled down and chains. 

Mutilation phone sex for me to destroy you into pieces.

Iam Just a Gone wild fucking gremlin. You must pay for all of your deadly sins. I have buried too many bodies for you now. I want to slice and mangle more flesh. Little daughter’s getting revenge!!  My revenge is going to be cutting your fingers and toes off one by fucking one. Don’t you realize my little tiny cunny is getting so much for you. What for mutilating every inch of your fucking horrible statistic flesh. 

Next I go after your balls, peeling them like the frozen grapes in my freezer! Skin hanging dn blood pouring as my exacto knife perfects the flesh peel! Castration phone sex anyone? Scream for me! Making me all the more excited to fuck you up you til your heart stops! It is so much blood and my knife is so sharp!

Castration phone sex so bloody with a side of cannibalism

Oh how I am enjoying watching you struggle with those arms and legs tied down to the table! Keep on humiliating yourself in front of your Sadistic slutty daughter! That just makes me want to slice and dice more until you bleed out. With the price of meat these days, you will feed me and my sisters for a month! we will eat your balls like pate’  first! 

Snuff Phone Sex Whore Rena Gets Snuffed Out in a Hot Call

During a recent snuff phone sex call, I was soaked by the end of it. From minute I heard that deep voice on the other end, my cunt was dripping wet as II bit my bottom lip, savoring the power of this moment as I played with myself underneath my sheets. “I was hoping we could have some fun together,” I whispered suggestively. “You know…roleplay something naughty?”

He groaned audibly over the phone before asking what exactly did I have in mind? My heart raced as an idea formed in my head; one that would push both our boundaries but also satisfy our darkest desires at once – snuff play! It wasn’t something we had ever discussed before but from past conversations about taboo topics like this one, he seemed open-minded enough to entertain it now! So without hesitation or fear for rejection because after all who cares if they say no when their life is already over anyway right?..I said: “How about you tie me up tightly then choke me until i pass out?”

There was silence on his end for few seconds which made me nervous yet excited too because maybe he really would go through with it! Finally he spoke again saying how twisted yet are usingly hot the idea was. He asked if I was sure about this and I reassured him that yes, more than ever before! We discussed details like how tight should he make the knots, what kind of rope would be best for binding my wrists and ankles securely yet comfortably enough so they wouldn’t cut into my skin too much during our ‘game’. As we spoke dirty to each other over phone lines getting wetter by minute anticipation grew inside both of us until finally…

“Alright baby girl,” he said in a low voice filled with lustful menace. “Time to play your little game.”

I gasped as his strong hands bound me tightly; it hurt but also felt amazing knowing someone wanted me so much that they were willing to take control like this. The pressure around my neck increased gradually until all consciousness faded away leaving only pleasure behind…and then nothing at all.snuff phone sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex Murder is the Best Snuff Fantasy

With a taboo hot time like Kidnapping phone sex I get excited. When I get excited my pussy gets wet. and this wet whore pussy is glistening and open with the thoughts of being violated violently I tend to get hard nipples.

Obviously my body will always ruin my denial of wanting the violent fucking men wish to serve me. Well, really I am here to serve their needs. So when I am encountered in a dark corridor walking home from the club, it serves me right.

Some would like to say that I am setting myself up for these situations of torture and violation. Maybe that is true. After all the subconscious mind is more in control than most realize. My wildest wet dreams are always bloody and violent.

Just last night I was grabbed from the street and pulled into a dark alley. These two guys were relentless in their groping at my tits. Hand over my mouth and switchblade to my neck. My body was squeezed, pinched, slapped, punched and even cut.

Finally after their foreplay of beating the fuck out of me they fucked me. One big dick in my ass making me moan like a whore while the other took my cunt. My fucking whore body pissed them off because I came as their rape fantasy was ruined due to me liking it.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Earned Me the Nickname the Wicked Butcher

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.

Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.

I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects.  She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.

Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others

Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.

It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.

Sex with dead bodies is something Master & I can’t stop

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies, the taste of death on his lips is pure ecstasy. My Master gave me this addiction, forced me at first and now I crave it constantly.  

With each new torture session, I could taste the fear in the air. The victims, locked in their final moments, begging for mercy, I became increasingly aroused. I was familiar with the routine, and it excited me more than anything.

As I felt myself getting hotter, I relished the sight of Master slicing through her skin with a rusted scalpel, the smell of her thick blood permeating the room. The woman would whimper as he dipped the blade in her now empty eye socket, me cutting in as well, making her writhe in a mix of searing pain and increasing sexual pleasure.

She was mine to devour, and I knew it. I reveled in her screams, the sound echoing through the room, fueling my own dark desires. I felt compelled to come closer, to explore this strange allure that her body held in its new, lifeless state.

When the poor soul finally let out her final gasp, the room became eerily still. Master turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, my dear, that’s the last one. Any requests for the next batch?” He asked playfully, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he tugged at the chains binding me.

“Alive, of course,” I whispered, my eyes wide and innocent behind the facade of my eagerness. Master knew exactly what I wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Master allowed me to have a taste of our sweet victim. I got on top of her, I could feel the warmth draining from her cunt. I grinded, harder and harder. I climaxed but I kept going. It’s not enough just one. If I am a good Snuff sex slave he will allow me to cum hundreds of times. And when I am riding a dead body, I definitely do.