Category: Snuff sex

Cannibalism phone sex in the Red Light District was a Great Time

Last week you may have noticed your favorite Cannibalism phone sex demoness gone. Obviously I am back and I just took a little vaca to the Red Light District of Amsterdam to check out the scene. In fact I have a lover there that also works the red light district windows. I will only to refer to them as windows from this point forward.

Anyway, as I was saying the two of us got super evil. We always get our energies so entwined that it will be Hell that gets raised when we are together. She arranged for me to join her. Nothing hotter for these lame assed dick drains than to have two hot Gothic witches control and destroy them.

The first window shopper was a true gem of an idiotic dick brainer. Drunk and too stoned amateur college fucker. In these massive crowds in this city anyone can go missing. And a few did that week.

This little dicked coward was so much fun. We tied him up after stripping him of his laimo Hawaiian shirt and khaki’s. Had him tied and gagged and we started to get Hard Candy on his ass. The two evil bitches that teased and taunted him. Getting his cocklet erect and throbbing. He was struggling hard but his cock said different.

Cannibalism Phone Sex was a feast for all…

Laina and I knelt down as though we were about to worship his pathetic Vienna with our luscious wet mouths. We held his gaze as we both took razor sharp blades in our rings to his tender ball sack. The excitement (or maybe likely Pain) in his eyes was amazing.

As we proceeded to remove his balls from their flesh our mouths watered. We popped those bad boys in our mouths and smiled as with took that first bite. He slowly became dismantled and ingested by the two of us.

Once we vomited up his filth we fed it to the next victim. There were 2 the first night. The following nights we savored each one for 12 hrs of torturous joy and a succulent feast with friends. Feeding the stoned a new kind of curry was easy.

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had.

Blasphemy sex       Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had. Admit it you know you love it. Coming over to the dark. Breaking every commandment. All ten of them. You know you will like it. You will love it. Corrupting you in ways you never dreamed possible. The reason for this is because I am the one your parents warned you about.

       I will not deliver you from evil. I will hand you over on a silver platter. Literally. Leading you into temptation for thine is kingdom, the power of evil, forever and ever.

       First commandment you will be breaking on your path to evil destruction is- You shall have no other gods. What does this mean? It means that I will become your Goddess. You will worship at my feet. You will beg me to defile you in ways that you have not thought of. Watch me eviscerate your most loved and cherished one for a chance to worship at the altar of my cunt. It must be remembered that a sacrifice is to be made to achieve true bliss.

       It is a wrathful, vengeful goddess that you are worshipping. Much more than what you are used to dealing with. That cock will know both heaven and hell as you bury it in this pussy.

       A sacrifice was given freely. Now the reward of your cock being surrounded with this tight splendor. Gripping you like a Venus fly trap, gobbling you up. Taking all of you. Soul and all.

       When I am finished with you, I will have forced you to commit ever atrocity imaginable. Every other commandment will have been broken, I will be your Goddess and Lucifer your God. Bowing before us. Offering us all you have including your own life.

       We will bask as you have sex with dead bodies for our enjoyment. Like it, love it. Beg for it. In summary you will break every vow to every religion but to the altar of the Goddess Angie and Lucifer.

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Snuff Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps You Explore Your Darkest Fantasies

snuff sexSnuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?

A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.

I Love Being Your Accomplice

Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.

I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.

Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.

Snuff sex where you cum and then crash!

       Snuff sex where you cum and then crash! Just think of it, you are driving down the country backroads at 90 mph. In the meantime, ISnuff sex am being a good and dutiful girlfriend (rare I know), unzipping your pants. Pulling out your cock.

       Pay attention to the road. Need not crash before the best parts. Tongue licking around the head of your cock. Tightening my grip around the base of your cock. Holding on as your car speeds up with the pressure of my mouth sucking down harder. Pulling you deeper into my mouth. Pulling the sweet little drops of pre-cum right down my throat.

       Massaging those balls, making them tighter as the car accelerates a little more. Moving faster on the stick shift. Nails digging into the sensitive skin right at the base of your cock, teeth grazing down your length.

       You know you like your cock disappearing all the way down my throat. Hold my head down on you as you take a wicked turn around the bend. Faster I suck, moving hand and mouth over you. Pulling your balls into my mouth and sucking down on them.   

       Hand stroking your stick as I pay special attention to your balls. Making sure they are filling up and getting firm. Let me teeth sink into the skin pulling on them, shaking my head. Pinching your mushroom head to keep your pre-cum in.

       By all means I do want you to cum just not yet. Feel the tickle in your belly as your fly over a hill topping speeds of one hundred. You are getting so close. I am able to feel it.

       Rough tracks ahead. That is all I need to push you over the cliff into orgasm. Closing my lips over your head, pulling you fully into my mouth. Down the hill we plunge, hitting those tracks as you cum into my mouth. Cum pouring down my throat. Balls in my hand, closing tightly, pressing all your cum out that I am able out of your balls through your shaft to swallow you as we hit the tracks.

       Airborne.

       The weightless feeling, you shout out. Fist clenching pushing me down onto your stick even harder as your semen is drained. Car landing, flipping, twisting, turning. Under the dash I am wedged as you are tossed about in the car. Those tracks are deadly as the car continues to careen down the hill. Finally, coming to rest at the bottom, smoking, a mangled mess.

       Looking up at you, I see you didn’t fare any better than the car did. It is important to remember before we crashed you did cum one last time. In the end it is a great way to go out of this world.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?

Snuff Phone Sex Victim Submissive for You Use – Whore Geneva

Why are you on the snuff phone sex site, pervert? Are you just some loser that craves the opportunity to use and degrade whores? Perhaps you are a little dick man that really has had too much rejection and are in need of an outlet.

Is snuffing the fuck out of a whore after you humiliate and degrade her your turn on? The ability to talk to some dumb blonde bimbo the ways you have craved is available for you. Hi, I am a bimbo cum dump and my name is whore. Um, I mean Geneva, but you can call me whore.

Generally speaking as a life long masochist I was raised by a father and three brothers. Essentially the four of them feel women are inferior. Obviously they really showed me my place.

In fact these brothers would violate me as they wished. Obviously they learned from daddy. In fact when it comes to normal sex I really do not get wet.

Essentially my best time is to be fucked hard with a hand over my throat and choked as they cum. In all reality I suppose I love deprivation sex. It is possible that you understand that to be strangulation phone sex.

Notably, if I am coming across correctly here, I need to be tortured. My best orgasms are at the hands of a strong dominant man that knows how to use a whore.

Snuff Phone Sex is my calling

Ultimately, I find it best to just violate and degrade me . In closing the final thoughts are that this is my reality and you can just add to this reality that is mine.

Straightaway I wish  you would deprive me of air. Quickly as the knife across my neck bleeding me out  and strangle me of all life. This, In essence, is what I crave.

Given all of these points, the best thing for you is to snuff me out. On a final note I want to thank you in advance! Kill me, violate me and use me,  that would be great. Thanks!

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Mutilation Phone Sex Will Cut You Up Good

Mutilation phone sex started when I was much younger.  I started realizing my pussy would get super wet when I would cut myself.  A boyfriend of mine would love watching me bleed. So much so that he would jack off to me slowly cutting into my skin and watching a sharp knife penetrate my skin.  Something about watching that blood bubble up and shoot out from my skin or his, it made our little cocks and clits want nothing more than to get close to each other and bang all our cum out of each other.

As I grew up, I realized I was often cutting myself and watching my friends cut into their skin was the best orgasm for me.  I keep pushing it to the extreme every time.  I will carve out chunks in my skin or my partners skin. I will burn my skin or theirs to watch the pain inflicted and the greater the pain, the more likely my pussy is to be soaking wet.  Same goes for a cock that is into the same thing.

Most of the time for me, mutilation comes in form of knife play phone sex.  However, sometimes it can be other things.  Sometimes I will bite the skin off my partner and watch their skin bruise up or becomes deformed looking.  I may tie someone up so tight that they turn purple at their extremeties.  My favorite is when I can take my long acrylic nails and scratch them up like they just got in a fight with a Bobcat.  I will cut hair too when I’m feeling really frisky.

Anything to make my pussy start to tickle and eventually explode.  What are your mutilation ideas that make your cock get hard? I’d love to hear all about them!

Snuff Porn Accomplice Cassandra Helps with Killer Rape Fantasies

snuff pornI love snuff porn. Watching it turns me on. I made a bunch too back in my younger days. For a teenage runaway and high school dropout, my options proved slim. But I do not hold on to any regrets. Why should I? The underground sex word proved profitable for me. Although it proved dangerous too, I can thrive now, when I used to barely survive.

I am still in contact or at least know how to contact most of my dark underground snuff film makers. So, when a client contacts me for something outside of my wheelhouse, I can put him in contact with the right person. And maybe collect a small finders fee in the process. Jim wanted to make a snuff sex flick with his daughter. And not a fake one either. However, that required helped for me to pull off.

But I knew just the guy. The same guy who used to own me. Normally, I do jobs for him. Felt nice to call upon him for once. Funny, I hated being his slave. I never knew if I’d live or die. But once I aged out, I fought to live and made myself invaluable to him. He told me I was the first former slave to live and talk about it. I believe him too.

I can lure young girls to him safer than he can try to nab them himself. So, he needs me now. For predators, modern technology works against them. Parents and police alike can find brats with Air tags, and cell phones and alerts far too quickly these days. But I can lure a girl to him without her pressing any kind of panic button or screaming for help.

Every Man Wants an Accomplice Like Me!

 Jim gave his daughter to my former master willingly. No alerts. No tracking devices to locate the girl. And no screaming or fighting because she felt safe with daddy. Dumb cunt. Jim just wanted to watch his daughter die. He wanted to live vicariously through another man’s rape phone sex fantasies for his daughter, and not be tied to her disappearance or her murder. I would give Jim his airtight alibi for when the girl went missing.

I am a very skilled forger. Something I learned early on being a jailbait girl working in porn. Now, my skills would awe even the FBI. So, I forged a runaway letter that made it appear she ran away from her mother’s place to go find her father, but never made it to him. And my former master fucked and killed a girl while her father watched and masturbated. No more brat support payments for daddy. Now, I call that a win-win situation. My client paid me for my accomplice role. My former master got to fuck and slaughter a young virgin girl relatively safely. And daddy can save a couple grand a month.