Category: Snuff sex

Sadistic Phone Sex Fuels those Immoral Thoughts to Jerk it Off

Jerk it off to Sadistic phone sex with a sadistic witch. My pleasure is the pleasure I derive from ruining men with their sickness. Filthy filming of young bald bodies destroyed, hacked up and violated. To tell you you are a good boy and keep going.

Fucking the dead corpse of a big cocked movie star is of great pleasure to me. I love living in LA and having connections with a few of the Morgues that deal with the elite.

Ultimately that elitist dead cock is exciting to fuck and be immoral. And letting my guys have access to the little privlidged whores is fun. The brats that have died young is of great fun to take out aggressions on.

Ultimately destroying and violating the little living brats is such a rush. I will assist in the strangulation, kidnapping and destroying. Let us not hold back that craving of devilish seduction and destruction.

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Snuff Phone Sex for November, or As I Call it, Snuffember

snuff phone sexSnuff Phone Sex November arrived yesterday. And I am so happy. I love snuffember. But let me be honest here. I do not need an excuse to snuff someone. Every month has a theme of death and torture for me. Sorry. Not sorry. It is who I am. I love to create havoc and chaos.

And I love to kill. Last night I worked late, but my callers filled me with both rage and inspiration which is a perfect combination for a sadistic bitch like me. Some callers inspire me with their wickedly delicious minds for torture. And some annoy the fuck out of me because they expect me to fuck them or be their girlfriend. I am not GFE material.

Anyway, I felt the need to pull an all nighter. The freaks do come out at night. And I found one that deserved snuff sex. I watched this loser try to attack women in the park. He attempted to take advantage of drunk girls. That is not hard, but he kept fucking it up. So, I let him think I was a drunk girl cutting through the park to get home.

Every Month is Snuffember with Me

He proved to be much easier to subdue than expected. Sort of disappointed me because I like a challenge. One punch and I knocked him out. And I do punch like a girl too. I put him in my trunk and took him to my kill cabin. That was a long drive at 3 in the morning. But once I arrived at my kill shack the magic happened.

With just the glow of a candle, my kill shack looks spooky. And he felt fear. I could smell it. That smell is my aphrodisiac. I told him happy snuffember before I sunk my knife into his soft belly. I gave it a few twists before I pulled it out and let his entrails spill on my floor. Although it was a quick kill, it felt satisfying. Once less predator on the prowl.  Since I got sleepy, I just tossed his entire carcass out back for the animals. Usually, I cut the meat up for my furry accomplices, but not when I feel sleepy.

After a nap, I came back to my kill shack to clean up the mess, and I did not find even a bone. Not sure if it was a bear, coyotes or the hole damn forest that consumed my evidence, but I was happy. Nature is the ultimate accomplice phone sex partner.

Snuff Porn Grows More Popular on Halloween

snuff pornSnuff porn on Halloween? Most men say yes please to that. And most women say no thank you and run for the hills. Not me. I am not most women. I am dumb. Not so much dumb as desperate. I guess I am desperate for companionship and attention. But mostly desperate for a fix. And I discovered early on in my drug fueled states that violent men, abusive men and sadist men know how to take advantage of desperate druggy women like me.

Take Michael for example. I met him at a bar on Saturday night. He wanted to party back at his place. I knew he wanted to fuck me. But I did not mind fucking him if he gave me coke or cash to get coke. I did a line of premium coke off his dick in the bar bathroom. So, I knew he had the good stuff. And he knew why I went back to his house with him.

Since we went to his home, I did not think he was a snuff sex kind of man. Usually, men who mean me harm do not take me to their place where I might leave a DNA trail. But Michael saw me only as a piece of meat. A bar skank no one would miss. And he told me about his urges. This guy resembled Patrick Bateman. Appeared normal on the outside, but harbors dark thoughts about people, especially women.

Most Men Harbor Rape Fantasies for Their Mother

When he told me I resembled his mother, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. I swear every fucked up abusive mother out there must be red headed like me. He pinned me against the wall and began to choke me. His strength amazed me. When he held me against the wall with only one hand on my throat, I tried to kick him away from me. But that only pissed him off.

He tossed me across his living room, and a lamp shattered on my head cutting me. As I whimpered and cried, he came over and began kicking me screaming things at me like I was his mother. Although I tried to crawl away from him, I could not. He was too strong and fast for me. When he turned me into his ass rape porn star, I thought he might let me go. But no. He had only just begun abusing me. He held me captive all night beating me, fucking me and calling me names.

When the sun came up, he let me go. Since my eyes swelled up and I could barely see, I could not drive home. He tossed me some coke and warned me about going to the cops. I sniffed some coke to dull the pain and called an Uber to get the fuck away from him.

A Romantic Dinner

 

Cannibalism phone sex Marley

Cannibalism phone sex is a extremely good time! I have done a lot of wild things for my Master, I will do anything for him, of corpse! I grabbed some fresh meat at a grocery store. Master wanted a real fresh one and I found her. Blonde, petite, big blue innocent eyes. She was perfect for him. I laid her out on the slab, arms and leggs chained. Once I had her ready for Master, I rang the dinner bell. He came down in his finest threads, he looked so perfect, I can tell Master was proud of me, I never saw him glow like that. The candles were lit and the meat had a crisp apple in her mouth. It was time to eat! I sliced a piece of thigh meat, my God, she wouldnt stop screaming. Master ate every bite. I loved watching him stuff his face, wild and free. The blood dripping down his mouth made my evil little pussy wet. I saw the buldge in his pants and got on my knees. I rammed his hard cock down my throat as he went for seconds, this time it was breast meat! I deep throated his cock until he shot a huge wad of cum down my throat. He instructed me to get on top of her face. I rode that little bitch’s tongue as Master fucked her wound. His cock got so messy covered in her blood. He pulled it out and rammed it down my throat again. I almost threw up all over his cock, the taste of metal was overwhelming. After dinner it was time for our dessert! Sex with dead bodies may be taboo for some but fucking that stiff with my Master was the best damn dessert I ever had!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Season is Here

knife play phone sexHalloween is knife play phone sex season. Many men want to stab a bitch. One man thought he could stab me. Wrong bitch loser. I joke that I have a set of eyes in the back of my head. I do not miss a thing. When he attempted to mug me leaving a Halloween party at a Goth bar, I sensed his presence. And he did not have the element of surprise he hoped he would have. However, I did.

Sure, I could have killed him right there in public and never spent a day in jail. We can defend ourselves from attackers and get off. But I wanted to enjoy the revenge. Even though I keep knives strapped to my legs and arms, I always carry a needle full of morphine around too. In needle form, it acts quickly to disable anyone I want.

Normally, I only inject brats I want to kidnap in a crowd. But a man trying to mug me, well, he had it coming. When he woke up, he found himself in a snuff sex nightmare. I stripped him naked and tied him to my castration chair. I still do not know if he wanted me dead, disabled or what his true intentions were. Did he want to mug me, or force fuck me? Perhaps someone hired him to attack me? It did not matter. He would not survive to do this to me again or anyone.

I Castrate Men and Feed Them Their Severed Cock and Balls

I am glad I disabled him quickly because he appeared to be like 6’5. Although I am tiny at 5’1, I am mighty. No one ever suspects I am as strong as I am. I told my attacker who I was. Then I showed him in case he had any doubt about my capabilities. I cut his balls off first. When he began screaming in pain, I shoved his severed balls into his mouth until he looked like a chipmunk who scored some nuts.

Then, I sliced his cock off but in tiny little pieces. I treated his cock like a holiday sausage I cut up for a charcuterie board, LOL. I love castration phone sex, but I rarely just take the balls. My attacker kept passing out, so I needed to slap him back awake. He did not deserve to die quickly or sleep through the torture. Although I did kill him eventually, I made him wish he had never been born first. And I made him eat his chopped up worthless dick.

Yeah, he fucked with the wrong bitch.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies for a Halloween Whore

Halloween Whores Make The Best Victims For Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Halloween is the best time to fulfill your murder phone sex fantasies. And I’m the pathetic fucking slut that is going to be your next victim. I’m one of those stupid girls that go out every night around Halloween dressed like a hooker and teasing every cock that I come across. Getting fucked up and walking alone in dangerous areas.

It wouldn’t be hard to attack me. To come up behind me with a knife and slice my achilles tendon so I can’t run away. To grab me by my hair and painfully yank me down on to my knees where I belong. I’d be too wasted to put up a real fight, and the moment you put that knife up to my neck I would shut the fuck up. Or beg for my worthless life. You want to hear a pathetic whore beg for you, don’t you. Having my life in your hands makes your cock harder than the snuff sex you plan to have with me

Tell me to open my mouth and clean my blood off of your blade with my tongue. And if I don’t want to use my tongue then cut it the fuck off. I’d watch it fall to the floor in horror. But it’s not like I can scream while I’m choking on the blood filling my mouth.

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Have Snuff Sex with Your Newest Victim!

All I can do is claw at your hands while you watch the light leave my eyes. Right before I pass out, take out your cock and force it into my mouth. My blood and your cock are filling my mouth. Make me choke on them both. I’ll suffocate on my own blood right in front of you. It all comes down to your wishes. I’m nothing more than a mindless victim. One that you plan to have evil torture sex with. 

Pull your cock out of my mouth and kick me until I’m laying on the ground gasping for air. Rip through whatever slutty costume I’m wearing and force that blood soaked cock into one of my holes. If you catch me late in the night I should already have someone else’s cum leaking out of me. The blood and cum are perfect lube for a forced anal fucking.

Don’t hold back. I fucking deserve to have my ass destroyed. I’m so tight when I squeeze down on you, trying to get away despite it all. Will you make me live through it or will you slut my throat and put me out of my misery? If you killed me, would you still fuck me? I’m sure a sick fuck like you wouldn’t mind having sex with dead bodies!

Strangulation phone sex in the swamps for easy disposal

Strangulation phone sex

Strangulation phone sex in the swamps for easy disposal! Your teen accomplice is ready to wrap her little hands around a throat for you. Squeezing as hard as I can while you force yourself in some pussy and ass for me. The marsh is high after some torrential rains. So no worries about that body ever being found. No grave digging is required!  But not yet, we have plenty of time for you to bust a few nuts. 

Just look at her face, with pretty eyes bulging and her skin turning colors. She is my new playtoy. I love seeing how much air she can go without. I have played asphyxiation a few times with my lovers. She must be feeling amazing each time she draws a big breath. Although I do wonder if she wishes it was over already. My bitch isn’t that lucky! Tonight she will come close to death more than a couple of times!

 

Strangulation phone sex Harper

Ass rape porn playing as she screams over the ass-ripping happening on the projector screen. What is her name? I never asked. She just happened to be asking for a few dollars on the corner and I thought of you. I’m like a feline bringing your presents for your daddy’s dick. Every time you hurt me during sex and make me your young dick spinner I fall more for you. So when I see a perfect specimen that will get the heat off of me for a while I jump on her. She belongs to you now and as you punish her I realize I love being an accomplice killer to a sadistic! 

Snuff sex really does turn me on. If I’m thinking about you while you take my breath away literally or if im stranging a botch to death it’s all the same for my cunny! 

He Likes Them Ripe

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is a specialty of mine. My Master has taught me well. I  never thought in my wildest dreams I would be doing any of this snuff sex stuff. I have been going out to the clubs to pick up fresh meat for Master. Usually, he would make me watch as he did whatever he wanted to them. This time he made me join. Master asked me if seeing the fear in her eyes made me wet. I knew the only answer was, yes, Master. He handed me a scalpel and ordered me to slice at her breasts. She screamed and begged me to stop. I could tell Master was getting angry I wasn’t slicing fast enough. I slashed faster and cut a piece of her tit off. Her scream was blood chilling and it got him so hard he railed that cock deep down her throat. He told me to suck on her on her pussy, I could taste the blood that was dripping down from her chest. She wasn’t a very good listener, not once did she call him by his name nor did she thank him. At that point I really didn’t feel much pity for her anymore. I knew what Master wanted with bitches like that. I held her down with my juicy pussy over her mouth. I rode that tongue until she was still. After that, Master had all the fun he wanted with her. She’s still around, he likes to keep them until they are ripe. There is nothing wrong with sex with dead bodies, that is until the meat turns!

The Other Girl

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If you are like my Master you should call me for some hot Snuff phone sex. Lots of guys like to hear all my sick stories. I don’t know how long I will last here. The other girl didn’t make it… Master got real mad at me, he said my heart wasn’t into pleasing him enough. So when he took it out on her it was all my fault. I don’t know how long I have been here, days? Weeks? Maybe even months, time seems to blend into it’s self down here. It is always dark and cold, Master says we whores need to learn our place. He says we are all greedy, money hungry, spoiled sluts. I think he is right. I know before he found me I was on the streets trying to get as much money as possible. He saved me, he showed me what I was meant for. I try to be a good girl and do everything Master says but that day I was just so tired. The night before Master made me take all six of his friends for a movie. All of my holes were raw and swollen. The other girl was brand new, he wanted me to show her how to properly please him. I started off showing her how Master likes when us girls sit on “Betty” until Master says we can get up. “Betty” is Master’s favorite toy, huge black spiked dildo that is nailed to the floor. I had it all the way inside of my pussy for what felt like hours, I wasn’t strong enough and got up before Master said it was ok. He was so disappointed in me. He said I shamed him and spoiled the meat. He ordered me to take that sweet little naked body to the chains. I chained her arms up, spread her legs wide and chained her by the ankles. He didn’t have to tell me what to do from there. I have been here long enough to know what I had to do. I took the whip and didn’t stop until splatters of red fell through the air. Master was in the corner smiling ear to ear with his huge thick cock in his hand. She hung there silent, I didn’t want to go over board but I love Master and will do ANYTHING to please him. 

Snuff Phone Sex Fight Club

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex keeps life interesting. Men’s sexual fantasies range from the vanilla to the sick. But no judgment from me. Men pay me for all sorts of things. Sometimes I am the victim. Other times I am the accomplice. And sometimes which I am depends on me. I met a man with an interesting fetish at the strip club last month.

He got the VIP room for me, and another stripper named Hailey. And he did not ask about our standard menu items. He did not want a hand job or a blow job. Hell, he did not even want to fuck us. He paid to watch us wrestle each other. We looked at that as easy money. But over the weekend, he wanted to meet us outside the club. He still wanted us to wrestle with each other. However, he upped the ante. He wanted a death match.

When It Comes to Fighting I am Scrappy

Whichever one of us survived won the cash prize. I think it is obvious who won fight club. I adored Haily, but that much cash on the line brought out my killer phone sex spirit. Brought out hers too. But my spirit won out. At first, we thought he might be joking. Like he pulled a Halloween prank on us or something. Once we realized our kinky patron meant to kill us both if we did not embark on a death match, we fought tooth and nail.

I thought I would die. Hailey stood over me by a foot. Plus, she appeared stronger than me too. But I am scrappy. I learned to fight nasty to survive as a young girl. I pushed my fingers into Haily’s eyes blinding her. Once I pulled that move, I had the upper hand. And I already broke the cardinal rule of fight club. I talked about fight club. I will save the details of Haily’s brutal demise for a call. But understand she put up one hell of a fight.

Since I won the battle royale, this rich patron wants to make me the head of his girl fight club. I guess now, I am the queen of violent phone sex fantasies. I told you I was scrappy.