Category: Snuff sex

Cannibalistic Mutilation Phone Sex Party of The Year

I’m Morticia, and I am a Gothic Sadistic whore. Mutilation Phone sex is really a lot of fun. After all, I like to play with my food first. Then it’s cannibalism pleasures as I indulge in the delicacy of pleasure and bliss, blood and gore galore.
The forest yields such sweet prey tonight. So, I found him camping alone. Stupid man. Beautiful man.
Therefore, I drag him to my cabin by his hair. He whimpers. I laugh. My knife had already opened his cheek. Just a taste. A sample.
Once inside, I strap him spread-eagled to my butcher table. Of course, his chest heaves, and his cock twitches. They always get hard. Fear does that.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my blade down his sternum. So, the blade isn’t going deep, not just yet. Moreover, just enough to bead crimson along the trail. “So eager to feed me.”
Then, I slice his nipple first. Of course, he screams. But I pop it in my mouth like a treat. Then I chew slowly while staring into his eyes.

Mutilation Phone Sex Feeding My Cannibalistic Hunger

Meanwhile, my free hand works between my thighs. Ultimately, the blood trail now leads downward. So, I carve spirals into his abdomen. Each cut makes my pussy clench. While each scream makes me wetter.
Soon, I climb onto the table. Just to straddle his face. Ultimately, let him taste me while I work. Next, my knife removes his ear. Then the other. Pretty souvenirs for my collection.
Now, his tongue still works despite everything. So, I grind against his mouth. Cum twice before slicing his throat.
Oh, the warm spray paints my breasts. Therefore, I lick what reaches my lips. Then I begin the real feast.
Now, I take my time with carving him up. Essentially, perfect cuts from his thighs. Oh, how his liver comes out still warm. So, I eat it raw while fingering myself. Mmmm…The copper taste on my tongue pushes me over again.
My basement freezer fills nicely tonight. Enough meat for weeks. Enough blood to bathe in.
I’ll hunt again when the hunger returns.
Mutilation Phone Sex

Extreme Bondage Phone Sex Left Me Tied Up and Abused

bondage phone sexExtreme bondage phone sex, I am no stranger too. I’ve been tied up a lot in my life. Sometimes just for photo shoots. And other times for more nefarious reasons. And this weekend I showed up for a photo shoot offering $500 for an hour’s worth of work. That would buy me my weekend cocaine supply. So, I took the job. Done far worse things for coke money than let some random guy tie me up and take some photos.

But I should’ve known better. It’s never that simple. Not with me at least. So, once I found myself tied up, I realized it was not just me and the guy who hired me. More men showed up. And I literally couldn’t fight. The guy that hired me tied me up like a side of beef. I was just waiting for them to write with a marker, prime rib, or rump roast on my body. I would’ve preferred that to what they did to me.

They violated my holes and whipped my ass raw with a flogger. Ouch. Both my pussy and ass they enjoyed fisting too. I’m not a fan of fisting, especially not when they do it raw. No lubrication used. They just shoved their fisted into my pussy and ass at the same time. For a moment it felt like they could pull my insides out or even hold hands from the inside of my pussy and ass. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star knows that hurts.

But I think what hurt the most was the fact that they made me put my legs over my head. So, I balanced on my neck for over an hour while they shoved anything and everything they could find in my pussy and ass.

Sometimes, A Bondage Whore Gets Tied Up and Abused

Suddenly, I realized I may not make it out of this. These guys appeared tweaked out on something, meth, I suspected. One guy for shits and giggles, squeezed out an entire tube of icy hot on my junk. And then they looked at me and laughed about giving me the lubrication I needed.

So, they fucked me with icy hot. Dumbasses. Which, in hindsight, they realized was not a smart move on their part. Because they fucked me using icy hot as the lubrication for my pussy and ass. And that meant that icy hot went straight up their pee holes. They will remember this encounter longer than me because my guess it’s going to burn to pee for a while. One guy started to piss up my cunt, and then he started crying when he realized how much it burned. A silver lining, I guess.

They let me go before this turned into a snuff porn. And I knew I dodged a bullet. They got too fucked up on meth and made a dumb move. Otherwise, they might’ve tortured me to death. Or sat on me and snapped my neck in two. They could’ve done that easily in the position they placed me in. I never saw my $500. Go figure. Just a bunch of tweaked out rednecks without a solid plan. I guess I’ll take it as a win that I survived. But I found some other guys willing to gang bang me for $500 later so I still got my coke money.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Evil phone sex makes Satan and you cock happy

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex grants us the power we need to dominate this pathetic world. The devil’s got a boner for our blasphemous sex, and my pussy is foaming for evil cock! I love to defile sacred spaces with the stench of sex and blood. The more unholy, the better!

Satan will rewards us for the most vicious fucking!

Let’s go to a church, you and I. So we can desecrate a holy space and summon the dark lord himself! We’ll get lost in a sweaty, sinful frenzy, our bodies entwined like snakes in a vile fuck fest.

The air is thick with the musk of our hormonal demons. Our moans echoing off the stained-glass windows shake the whole church, and we know the Master of the unholy will be with us soon.

It’s so hot I can feel the flames of hell at my feet. I’m bent over at the altar of Jesus Christ with your cock in my ass. Our sacrifice, a servant of God, naked and chained to the altar. You thrust harder and harder to reach the most unholy climax.

When you explode inside my evil fuck hole, I’ll take the sacrificial dagger and slice the bitch’s throat. Spilling virgin blood as my cunt cums. Then the gates of hell open up to swallow the dead nun whole. Forever serving as the devil’s whore and now we will become immortal!

You and I are at the peak of our power. Feel Satan course through your veins. Nothing can compare to this. In that moment, we become our own Gods, and we don’t stop our Blasphemy sex!

We keep fucking until there is a sufficient amount of cum in my whore pussy. So we can breed an army of sex hellions for Satan. In his great name, we will populate the Earth with cum crazed demon sluts.

 

Scat Torture sex: The ultimate degradation

Torture sex with the one I serve is always changing. He gets all sorts of ideas that one-up the last. He knows I am a loyal slave. I don’t complain or whine about it; I go through it. And recently, he said I am too desensitized. And that I don’t suffer enough. So he made me meet his friend and his friend’s teen daughter.Torture sex

She was a young little thing with an evil look in her eyes. They were a Daddy-and-Daughter couple, and she was always hanging on his arm. They wanted to make a special video, and she was the star.

From how everything unfolded, I am really wondering if this was her idea the whole time. I had to play the role of the toilet.

Her Daddy’s dick was so massive, I was a little shocked she got it in her asshole.

It only took a couple of pumps, and then he pulled it out, and a fire hydrant of shit blasted out of her.

All this shit poured into my mouth and on my face.

I started dry heaving immediately, and they were all laughing at me. She was the worst of them all. She gave me the nickname Shit pig. She rubbed her shit in my eyes and spat in my face over and over again. And then her Daddy brought out the paddle.

The little Teen rape porn star stood over my head and unleashed another thick, vile torrent of shit on top of my head as her Daddy paddled my ass. I lost control of all my muscles and made a mess of things. I must have been dosed with laxatives because it was like an explosion. It got all over the paddle and on her Daddy.

They both laughed and degraded Shit pig, and then he stuck his big cock up my ass. It hurt so bad, especially after all that paddling. When he was fucking me, I could see how jealous it made that little bitch. I swear I thought she was going to kill me. But luckily, she just kicked me in the face, giving me a bloody nose, after he put a load in me.

 

 

 

 

 

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistibly The Best Pleasures

Strangulation Phone Sex is exciting for the giver… as well as the receiver. In fact, a little Erotic Asphyxiation is a great pleasure for me.
I’m Geneva, and I am a bit of a pain slut. In fact, the biggest turn on is being fucked and strangled. So coming across a wanted ad for a star who loves it rough caught my attention. Surely the ad mentioned this was a special kind of film called snuff, and starring slut is truly getting all of the attention. I couldn’t help but imagine how intense that could be. Oh, but did I ever find out!
So there I was, stumbling into the dark entrance of an old Theatre. Then, as soon as I stepped through the velvet curtains, the light was strong and glaring.
The glare hits me like a physical force, making me squint and raise a hand to shield my eyes. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the dim, dusty corridor I’d just left . Then this blinding spotlight that seems to bore right through me.
But I don’t step back. That’s not why I’m here.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistible

As my eyes adjust, I make out shapes in the darkness beyond the light. Seats. Rows and rows of empty velvet seats, leading up to a stage where I’m standing. And somewhere in that darkness, watching me, is the person who placed that ad.
“I saw your posting,” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. My heart is hammering, but not from fear. From anticipation. “Said you were looking for a star who could handle… intense material. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the edge.”
So, I let my coat slip from my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty stage floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a simple black dress that hugs my curves, cut low enough to show the swell of my tits. No bra. I wanted to make a good impression.
“I’ve done a lot of things on camera,” I continue, stepping closer to the edge of the stage, peering into the darkness. “Bondage. Impact play. Breath play, even. But your ad mentioned something… more. Something permanent.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I reach up and undo the top two buttons of my dress, letting it gape open.
“I want to know what that feels like. To be so completely at someone’s mercy that there’s no coming back from it. To give everything I have to the camera, to the audience… to you.”
I tilt my head, letting the spotlight catch my throat, baring it to whoever’s watching.
“So why don’t you come out of the shadows? Let’s talk about what you have in mind. I promise you… I can take it.”
Strangulation Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex : The Lust of the Greatest Evil

The operating theater gleams under surgical lights; the castration phone sex procedure is about to begin. So, I’ve dimmed them to an amber glow. After all, it’s more intimate this way.
So, my victim strains against the leather straps, chest heaving, eyes wide above the gag. Nonetheless, he’s been begging for hours. In fact, I prefer them conscious.
So, I pull on my long black surgical gloves—the latex snaps against my wrists satisfyingly. And my surgical gown flows around me like a shadow. The mask and goggles go on last. Safety first, darlings.
“Let’s begin.”
So, I trace his cock with a scalpel, feather-light. Of course, he whimpers pathetically. Such a pretty sound. So, I make the first incision at the base, cutting through skin and fascia in one smooth stroke.
Slowly, at first, blood wells up, dark and thick. Next, I part the tissue with forceps, revealing the structures beneath.
Now, his screaming intensifies as I expose the corpus cavernosum. Therefore, I work methodically, clamping and cutting the dorsal arteries.
Moreover, the cock loosens from its attachments. So, I sever the urethra with a wet snip.
He bucks against the table, tears streaming. Now, I hold his severed member up for him to see.
“Look at what you’ve lost.”

My Castration Phone Sex is Brutal

Now for the prostate. First, I make a perineal incision, digging deeper through muscle layers. So, his pelvis jerks with each cut. Next, I find the gland—walnut-sized, firm—and dissect it free from the bladder neck and urethral stump.
Therefore, more clamping. More cutting. Until the gland comes away in my forceps, dripping.
He’s gone quiet now. Essentially, shock is settling in. And, blood pools beneath him, dripping off the table edges.
Finally, I arrange his cock and prostate in a specimen jar, preserving them in formaldehyde. Simply, a keepsake for my collection. Now, his breathing grows shallow, irregular. The blood loss will claim him soon.
In the end, I strip off my gloves and photograph my work—
Exhibit ※1: the empty wound, ※2: the jar that houses the keepsake, ※3. The ashen face of my victim…
Until next time, my darlings.
⁓♥♡ Morticia ♡♥～
Castration Phone Sex

Careless Cunt Transforms Snuff Sex to Torture

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I grazed Sir’s cock with my tooth tonight. Just a tiny scrape while I was deep throating him, but he felt it. His hand fisted my hair and he pulled me off, eyes dark.

“You know what happens when you use teeth, pain slut.”

My stomach dropped. I hate this punishment more than anything. I stripped and bent over the bench, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing everything. My hole clenched under his stare.

Sir loves watching my shitter move and swell. He says it’s the most honest part of me. The belt came down hard, right on my exposed asshole. The crack echoed and I screamed. Again. And again. Each strike landed dead center, the leather biting into that tender ring, making it puff and twitch. I felt it swell, burning hot, every nerve screaming.

“Please, Sir! I’m sorry! It hurts so bad!”

He kept whipping until I was sobbing, tears soaking the bench, my hole throbbing and red. Only then did he step behind me.

“Now you get what you really need.”

He shoved his cock in dry, forcing past my swollen, sore asshole in one brutal thrust. I wailed as he stretched the punished flesh, pounding deep into my guts while he growled in my ear.

“Take it, you worthless hole. This is what happens to stupid sluts who can’t suck cock right. Your shitter belongs to me. Cry all you want. I’m not stopping until I fill this ruined ass.”

He fucked me hard and mean until he came, pumping his load deep inside my battered hole. I lay there wrecked, hole gaping and leaking, knowing I’d do it again just to feel this.

Mutilation phone sex-I’ll make the fuck holes, you fuck them

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex has been prepped for you, Sir. I got the right bitch, she thought her shit didn’t stink, but I made sure she smelled it.

I stuck so many holes in her just like you asked. Poor girl missed her bus, but thought she found a new friend in me. I buttered her up until the point I had her shackled.

She’s young, dumb, and ready for your cum!

The little bitch was eating out of my hand when I gave her a basic amount of attention. However, when I told her about how she would get a Mommy and Daddy to love her forever, she willingly got naked and let me chain her up.

While I was waiting for your arrival, I was making all kinds of fuck holes. I think it will get me really wet when I guide your cock in her rib cage. The dumb little cunt will cry out for Mommy, and I’ll make her gag on your bloody cock. The dumb little bitch will learn to love the flavor of it. I stabbed her enough to think she could still make it out of here. So, I want you to give her a Torture sex beating of a lifetime!

Your cock looks so good covered in gore. Mommy is gonna suck it off and put it in a new fuck hole. The tightest hole I’ve made. Right at the bottom of the neck. I’ll slam your cock in it and finger my pussy until you fuck that bitch’s head off.

Sex With Dead Bodies Always Make You Cum

Sex with bodiesLet me watch you have Sex with dead bodies, playing with my swollen clit as I watch you slowly stroke the lifeless whore underneath you; her legs are like dead weight on your shoulders. 

That doesn’t stop you from thrusting fast and hard in her soulless body; you can maneuver her body in any way you want; she is still warm so rigormortis hasn’t set in just yet. 

Staring in her blank eyes, pinching and twisting her long nipples, admiring the strangulation marks on her throat, sliding that fat dick in her dry asshole. 

Ripping her shit hole open as you hammer her hole, rubbing her clit as if she feels anything, your knife goes to work as you fuck the body, slicing her tits, then down her abdomen you can’t take much more the sight of her blood has you on the brink of explosion, when her last movement shakes her body you explode inside the dead hole, 

Now it’s time to dismember the body and get rid of it. A drum of acid waits nearby to peel every piece of flesh off her body; the only question left is where do you put the bones?