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sex with dead bodies

You all get so excited to see Santa this time of the year but you wouldn’t be so happy if you knew his dark secret. Santa every year when he is done delivering gifts to all the brats in the world will make another trip and have sex with dead bodies. Now he won’t do it to all bodies just those of young women that have died recently. He is able to dabble in the black magic as well as white. I was one of the victims last year. I had come home and got in between my boyfriend and the tv and he killed me for it. Early on Christmas morning I was brought back to life enough for Jolly Old St. Nick to have his way with my body. He ripped off what was left of my dress and then spit onto my old dry pussy. He rubbed it in and with his magical tough my cunt was running over. He then took his giant candy cane and shoved it all the way in on the first go. My nerve endings were gone and so I didn’t feel any pain but I did moan out load at being so full. I was getting into being a good fuck again when he decided that he wanted my mouth. His cock was delicious and it wasn’t too long before he shot his yummy egg nog down my throat. A short time later I was back in the ground and cooling off. I wonder if he will remember me, I need a good fucking again.

Castration Phone Sex Fun

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. When I do real time castrations, I use an old electric chair my grandpa gave me. Its from the 50s and 60s. Several men died in that chair. I have refurbished it to turn it into a castration chair. I added a plank between the legs with a hole to separate the balls from the dick. All the original leather straps hold the arms, head and legs down. I will not lie, castration hurts. I can do it the humane way like you do with sheep, or I can do it the inhumane way, which is more fun. Well, more fun for me at least. I like inflicting pain. I castrate two types of men. There are willing victims. Pathetic yes, but either it is a mercy job or a paid job. Guys like that get the humane castration. That includes a castration band to restrict the blow flow which slows bleeding and makes for less of a scar. For men in this category, I numb the area first; I use a soldering iron to seal the wound and I use a clean blade. The other kind of men I castrate are just tools and pricks. They are lucky they do not get snuff sex. I loathe them and I do not care if they bleed out. I give no anesthetic. I often use a rusty blade. And sometimes, I take the entire dick too. They will have a nasty scar. What determines the type of castration you receive is you. Nice men who just happened to be cursed with small dicks or men who want to pay me to take the family jewels, get treated with compassion. Assholes, tools, misogynists and dudes who try to force themselves on women, do not. So. Do you want me to castrate you gently or do I just need to rip your worthless nuggets off with my bare hands or a rusty blade?

Blasphemy & Cannibal Murder Phone sex Fantasies

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Here’s a thought for you. Murder phone sex fantasies will bring you, to a complete orgasmic explosion.  

Meat processing centers around the world have limited food and your fellow cunts are less fertile. Malnutrition has made birthing new calfs dangerous! Someone is going to be sacrificed to our Dark Lord soon so we can be blessed!  The process works but only when the grip of the final agony releases the hormones. Since so few people volunteer, certain agents can acquire the supplies they need from the street as long as you sign your life away! We  are not gentle in persuading fathers and mothers to give up offspring to us! 

Once we have your signature we “program” you turning you into a nice docile twat for us only we get the treat! We take in sisters to entertain the ones in power and let each fight out who will be able to live this round! The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved at the same time. One would be food and one would be the one to survive this. I dig the teeth of the saw into the girls necks as they begin to fight! Making a little trickle of blood falling down. That begins a feeding frenzy as the other chic a dee gets put on a pedestal and a big blade goes right into her still beating heart! This is true blasphemy sex! 

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Demon Spawn

Taboo phone sexAs much as I have been violated and beaten, you think that I would hate men and want nothing to do with a hard cock but there I lay sleepless and wet in my bed!

I can’t help but reach down and slide my fingers along my juicy wet clit!

I start playing with my nipples and their hardness is a clear indication of how completely aroused I am!

Just as I was about to plunge a finger into my dripping cunt, I feel the sheets start to slide off my naked body.

I watch as they are slowly pulled to the floor, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable.

I call out but no one answer.

I watch as the mattress indents as if someone is kneeling next to me but there is no one there!

I open my mouth to scream and my head is pushed hard down onto the bed and something seems to be covering my mouth, preventing my plea for help!

My legs are being pried open by something that is not there and suddenly, a hard skull rattling, violent thrusts, slams deep into my wet cunt, tearing through my flesh like a machete through wet paper!

The entity continued to pound my pussy with enough force to shatter every bone in my body until a hot burning sensation shot deep into my my aching fuck hole and flooding my womb with his demon seed!

I closed my eyes tight and smelled burning flesh as what felt like a branding iron burned my clit!

And with a cold shrill cry, I was alone again. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew there was something evil growing inside me, something that would continue to violently fuck me from the inside out until the sadistic spawn was torn from my bloody cunt and released into the world!

 

Ass Rape Porn with Red Rockets

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. Don’t you agree? I have found that my enjoyment of anal sex is a good thing when I need coke. The problem is that the men I fuck for drugs are more into violent sex. But I need my coke. I admit I am an addict. No one, me included, wants to cure me because I am such a freak on powder. My stepson is just one of my dealers. He is among the more violent ones too. He promised me a big bag of blow if I helped him out. I blindly agreed. I figured it was just more ass sex, rough ass sex, but nothing I could not recuperate from with a bag of frozen peas and some white powder. Turns out my stepson got himself into some trouble gambling with the wrong folks. The kind of guys who break kneecaps. These Guido types also make underground gangbang rape porn. My stepson thought if I made a movie for them maybe they would wipe his debt clean. I was hesitant to do it, but I knew my husband and our sons would be in danger if I did not help this debt go away. The loan sharks liked the idea of a soccer mom starring in one of their productions. I was not prepared for my costars. I was not high enough, but I could no longer change my mind. I was the star and about 50 four legged beasts were the costars. I may be a druggy whore, but I prefer human cock. I never felt more degraded, but this kind of furry porn makes big bucks on the black market. I was not high enough for 50 red rockets. Ultimate humiliation for me. 50 beasts nutted inside me. Their red rockets like barbed wire inside my pussy. I made that little film to save my stepson from being beat to death, but honestly, I would have preferred a snuff porn.

Torture Phone Sex Slave Goddess

Torture Phone Sex

I’m destined to a life of Torture Phone Sex. It was a casting call this time to just model lingerie. I showed up and there were five big burly men waiting for me. They had a rack of lingerie and what appeared to be another rack with shackles and rope. I was asked to undress completely so they could inspect the goods. I was forced to undress slowly. They wanted a show from the start. I had to bend over to take my bra off. While I was bent over I felt hands on my bare ass slapping me. I still had my panties on. I was to stand up and get my tits slapped then. I slid my panties down with a shimmy and was getting swatted at by a riders crop like I was some kind of animal. They laughed at me and made me stand there naked as they cuffed my wrists and lifted me by them. Things were headed in a Snuff sex direction. The proceeded to prod at me with a cattle prod and slap at me with a cat-o-nine tails. I was stinging all over my body and my twat was wet. They laughed at me hen they realized this. They wasted no time dropping me from the pully and making me fall to the floor with a thud. They then all grabbed at me and started to shove their throbbing penises in all of my holes calling me a filthy slut and I deserve every bit of what I am going to get. My holes were ripped open and then they brought in the big beast. I was done for it when that cock penetrated me and thrust so hard it destroyed my insides and left me with internal bleeding and full of cum. This Fantasy Phone Sex scene is exactly how my life ends.

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.

Snuff Whore Layla

domination phone sexIf I were to be killed, I want my killer to force fuck  me first. At least I go out feeling pleasure with the fucking pain. Suffocate me with your huge cock and don’t pull it out even when I try to fight you. Gag me with that cock and treat me like that trash whore I am. Rub my spit and tears all over my fucking face while I try helplessly to catch my breath before you shove your cock in my throat again. This is what my body was meant to be used for, endure your cock and your wrath. Whip me and slap me relentlessly while I beg you to stop, press the blade of your knife close against my neck and tell me to shut the fuck up and take your cock. Mmmmm, yes, that’s it. It’s like lust and fear at the same time. Your cock is like my last meal, so I guess I’d better enjoy it.
As you tied me up with my hands above my head and my thighs forced open, my pussy drips with anticipation. At this point, I’m your little whore slave, here to please your cock until you decide you’re ready to get rid of my body. You fist my cunt before fucking me, making me cum and squirt all over you. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this like I am, so you decide to punish me. As you thrust your cock inside my wet pussy, you take your blade and slice me up my stomach, leaving me screaming in agony as you fuck the shit out of my pussy. I bleeding all over your cock and don’t know whether to cry to moan. “Take it bitch!” you yell at me. I do.
You wrap your hands around my neck as you begin to bang my pussy harder and faster. I’m no longer moaning as I’m struggling to breathe, but instead of you loosening your grip, you grip tighter. This is my last fuck, I can tell, it’s way more brutal than the other times. I get a small break of air as you remove one hand to roughly slap my titties and face. That revives me for a split second. I look you in your eyes as you tell me “you’re such a pretty whore,” as you bury your cock deeper in me and stab my side. At this point, I know exactly how this fuck fest is going to end… With you cumming all over my cold, dead body.

Snuff Sex Season

snuff sexWinter is here and it is the best time of the year for snuff sex. It gets darker earlier. You can burry a body under snow and it takes it longer to find the remains. Not that I leave remains, however. I like tossing a dead body outside my kill cabin in winter because the wild animals are hungrier. Coyotes and wolves will tear apart a bloody corpse and even eat the bones. Only remains get shit out of animals and no one is looking for the DNA of a missing young girl in wild animal crap in the deep of the woods. I do enjoy killing girls the most. I am not the kind of girl who has BFFs. I am a lone wolf. I do not bond over boys and make-up or shopping. Now, if you are an equally twisted fuck, I might bond with you in kinship over torture sex. What gets my motor running is inflicting pain on stupid cunts. I like to play with my victims. Sexual mutilation like stapling cunt lips to thighs, piercing nipples and clits, prolapsing assholes… I like old fashioned torture too. Pulling out teeth with pliers, breaking fingers and toes, pulling finger nails out; you know stuff that makes a girl scream. I do not have a cock. Sometimes, I feel like I do, but I need you to help with the sexual violation of my prey. I will use a knife, a strapon, even my fist to hurt a bald cunt, but nothing replaces a cock inside a virgin pussy. I take most of the risk and you get most of the pleasure. How is that not hot and a win win situation? You can leave your DNA all over a young slut and I will get rid of the evidence. Trust me, I know how to hide the bodies. I have slaughtered hundreds of girls since my teens and I have never been caught.  

Cannibalistic Torture

Cannibalism Phone Sex

The knife was whispering across his skin as he begged me not to hurt him. I laughed quietly, knowing that was all that he would know from now on. Running the blade gently, I drew tiny streaks of blood. He would not stop whining, so I dragged the knife down towards his cock. He was uncut, and although I prefer uncircumcised cocks, this one was getting on my nerves. I grabbed a handful of his cock, and slid the knife right through it at the base. He screamed, so I shoved that detached cock right in his open mouth. “Here’s your circumcision, bitch.” I laughed cruelly.

I spent hours skinning him after I cauterized his bleeding little stump. I really love the way his eyes pleaded with me first for release, then for mercy, and then for death. I would give him one of those, and he and I both knew which one it would be. It was a slow death for him, skinning him alive and rubbing sultry, salty seasonings into his flesh. I intended to roast this one; he had good muscle with just enough fat to be absolutely delicious. I know how to slowly roast, to keep them alive for as long as possible as the meat cooks. The fear gives the flesh such a fantastic flavoring, I can’t even begin to describe it. 

I took my time, flayed him good and seasoned him right. He was going to be a delicious treat. I tied his hands behind his back, and bound him tightly to the large, wooden stake. I would be roasting him over open flames! The smoke, of course, was going to fill up the neighborhood. Everyone would wonder what smelled so fucking good; it’s your piggy chief of police honey. Come over and grab a bite!

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