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Snuff Movies Are The Best Dark Satanic Pleasures

Snuff Movies are some truly dark and twisted movies. And the best Dark Satanic Pleasures are fueled by a goth vixen named Morticia. Don’t let your guard down around this dark seductress as I will surely suck your soul out of your filthy human shell.

In fact my best pleasures are exterminating souls from filthy fucking p daddy perverts. I lured them and entice them with the pleasures of the flesh as I promise them sweet innocence for them to violate. Sometimes I will shape shift, or rather truly just visual and mental manipulation, into being a little girl.

Snuff Movies Night are the Prey and Be Preyed Upon Special Screenings Filmed by Morticia

Once the pervert is lured and suddenly rendered unconscious he becomes my victim. My prey was so much fun to lure and catch. That thing between his legs will soon be Rovers treat. After all a horny pervert is really a threat to young women. And I take onto myself to rid the world of them.

First things first, I will tie my victim up and enjoy watching him wake. Then with a strap-on I have my own special little session of violently violating a fantasy rape on that ass with my big cock. Sometimes guy envision me as a succubus shemale and this, again, is but more satanic manipulation of perception. Or am I just really a succubus shape changing devilish goddess?

Honestly, with my dabbling in the dark arts I have gained a few abilities. But that is not the discussion here. That tender destroyed asshole will be prolapsed and the once man is but a pile of mishaps. Oh but he asked for it. He was preying on young girls. His perverse desires where fulfilled with what he wanted. Tight young pussy.

Lastly the cock and balls are cut off and tossed into my beasts cage. He is a happy boy when he gets another mans boys. Who’s next?

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Sadistic Phone Sex a Lavishly Wicked and Evil Time

My Sadistic phone sex is the darkness and desires that hide in your mind. In the dead of night, my presence is a darkness that enshrouds you. My eyes are black pools of liquid night. And my lips, a blood-red promise of ecstasy and doom.
In fact my whole being is an embodiment of gothic beauty. This eve I am clad in a gown of dark velvet that clings to my pale flesh. And my whispers resonate within your soul, as if to claim you for mine.

As I am the succubus demoness that has come to take you. Your soul is mine and I will first mark you with the blood red nails sharp as knives.

Then I will move to your wife and in a sacrifice for Satan her throat will be slit. As the blood pours I will strip and cover my body in the sacrificial nectar. And I turn to you as you are unable to move with my power of control paralyzes you. Now I hold your gaze and laugh, that dark evil laugh.

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Then I kiss you with my blood stained lips as I suck your tongue in my mouth and bite it off. My kisses are like venom, sweet but with an undertone of death. Each kiss drew out your breath, and your essence, as I feed upon your vitality.

Sadistic Phone Sex : A Feast of the Gothic Succubus

My body pressed against yours now. A dance of death as the cold of my flesh against your warmth, a contrast that heightened every sensation. All while I whispered words of ancient lust of dark fantasies guiding your hands over my body, encouraging you to explore the forbidden, to surrender completely.

My movements became deliberate, each one designed to extract more from you. With the simple goal of pushing you to the edge of both pleasure and oblivion. Digging into your flesh with my knife like nails I draw more of your life force to the surface.

This is only the beginning of my feeding upon your very soul.

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Fuck me while I play with my knives

 

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex. I take pride on my massive collection of knives. I have so many I’ve lost count. I love to throw them in the back as well as practice on my victims when we play. I don’t like ending my men after a good fuck, I just want a little taste. The fear in your face turns me on, I get so fucking wet when I bust out my machete. “What’s your plan with that?” they always ask.

Tonight I’m playing with you. Don’t be scared. Your cock get’s hard when I dress up in my little devil outfit. I love prancing around you as it grows, bending over showing you my cute little ass. You can’t take it and grab me by my hips and sit me down on your lap. I slowly slip my tight little wet pussy on top of you and start swirling and grinding. I can feel your girth expanding deep inside me.

It’s the perfect time to bring out my 12 inch knife. Don’t stop fucking me or else. I run it down your arm as you’re bouncing me on your lap, my wet pussy wrapped around your cock, trapping you. You can’t feel the blood oozing as I lick it up, spreading it all over my tits. Mmmm you taste delicious, I promise not to kill. The fear in your eyes makes me cum. I can’t handle it!

Castration Phone Sex is The Best Fantasy for a Pervert

Deep within Morticia’s lair, the atmosphere was charged with raw sexual energy. Darion was already half-mad with anticipation, his cock standing erect, leaking with desire for Castration Phone Sex.

Castration phone sex is What Darion Will Receive

I’m Morticia, the Mistress of the Dark. Tonight I am dressed in a corset of leather, fishnet stockings, and a thong that barely covers my cunt. With my leather stiletto heels clanking on the Dungeon floor I approach my victim. My approach is like a predator stalking prey.

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My victim has been bound with his wrists and ankles secured with thick leather cuffs to the cold, unforgiving stone wall. His legs are spread wide, exposing his most vulnerable parts. My fingers trail down his chest, circling his nipples before clamping them with vicious little devices. These clamps bite into his flesh, sending jolts of pain straight to his already throbbing erection.

My whip, the leather cracking through the air before landing with a sharp sting on his skin. Each lash placed with precision, the welts rising red and angry, crisscrossing his torso and thighs. This sends his cock twitching with each hit. Pausing now, I grip his shaft, pumping it slowly, my thumb rubbing over the head, smearing his precum down the length.

Dropping to my knees, I hake his balls in her hand and squeeze then. Then I start biting down gently, making him buck against his restraints. I then introduce a sharp shimmering scalpel that I playfully run it over his sack. Slowly his skin begins to trickle with blood, and a new wave of pain mixing with the pleasure ensues.

As my victim struggles and I laugh, a viscous evil laugh. Then I slide a thick rubber band over his balls, to the base of them. Now they are plump and more vulnerable than ever. Now it’s time, Loser. You have been a filthy fucking pervert and I will give you what you need.

 Snuff Sex is the Final Destination for Darion

Once I had cut his sack open and cut out his testicles, I was ready to torture Darion further. My fingers slick with lube, I begin to tease his ass, circling his entrance before slowly pushing in a thick, ribbed dildo. Finally the pure confusion from the pain and new pleasure. Now I watch his face contort with a mix of pleasure and discomfort as I thrust the toy in and out.

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Gothic phone sex blood red Santa is a vampire.

Gothic phone sex             Gothic phone sex blood red Santa is a vampire.  Once upon a time, Santa was given access to homes. Leaving the gifts on the back door. Never being invited in. He would kidnap little brats to change and bring home. Making them his slaves, to drain and make the toys. At the present time, he is invited into all the homes. The kidnappings have increased, the blood flows free.

            No one notices. Because he wears a red suit. As can be seen this will hide the massacre. The most compelling evidence is how the Home Invasion Phone Sex is a fact of life at Christmas time. He only comes out at night. You never see him in the day. The North Pole has more dark hours than any other place.

            Given these points it is a fact that he is a vampire. He gets to suck the life from brats. Kidnapping, and invading homes night after night. No one stops him. He has a standing invite into homes. As soon as he delivers the gifts, he eats his fill up the chimney where you find bats and only, they can go, do you suddenly see the truth of it all.     

            The fantasy, the role play, take your pick. The truth though is a matter of fact. Santa is the gothic red vampire who steals into the homes of the people. Pillaging and taking what he pleases.

            In the final analysis try and prove me wrong.

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Sadistic Phone Sex is a Wild Fucking Mind Fuck with Satan’s Whore

When your loins are throbbing for something darker then Sadistic phone sex is the ride you need. The sex we have will be the ultimate mind fuck roller coaster ride into purgatory.

First I will come into your home and destroy your world. My succubus desires feed upon your soul and the souls of your loved ones. My need is to kill and destroy all the women and girls in your home. Then I will fuck you senseless and steal your semen for my Satanic incubus demon lover Asmodeus.

Then once I have sufficiently drained you of all of your sperm. And while I am drenched head to toe in the blood of your mothers, wife’s, daughters, and / sisters, I will laugh evilly and slice your throat.

Finally the gurgling of blood spurting from your neck will give me cunt great pleasure. It is then that I straddle your face and let the fountain of red flood my pussy. This is truly the most satisfying as I wrap my legs around your neck. And yes squeezing tight until I feel your life has sufficiently been snuffed out.

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You’re the freaky mortician in town.

Sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodies. You’re the new mortician in town. Handling dead bodies that come in from all kinds of deaths. Bodies that have been shot, burned, cut, car accidents, or elderly you’re the man. The desire was overwhelming and you can’t control the urge to use them. Before you became a mortician you would dig up bodies in cemeteries and fuck them, play with their snatch’s. Even if they were just bones. The cold cunts and deathly looking titty’s made your cock throb .

A young lady was hit by a car and there lye her naked dead body on the table. It’s your job to dress her up for her funeral. Put makeup on her as well as a dress. Her neck is barely hanging on and her guts are hanging out. Her flesh was still dripping and her eyes open. As she gazes straight at you with her broken neck you get on top and slip your dick deep up her snatch. It’s cold and your balls are covered in blood. You pound that dead pussy hard grabbing onto her swollen big tits. You want to give her her that good last fuck before she’s 6ft under.

Her arms were swinging around as you fuck the shit out of her dead broken body. This freakfuck took your big dick good, still tight even after life.  Death never looked as good as it does around your shaft, hugging your balls.

Fantasy phone sex creeps and ghouls like to play too.

            Fantasy phone sex creeps and ghouls like to play too.  Dress up, go out, get fucked. Covered in blood, guts, and gore. We do like to be nasty. In fantasy you can be anything. Do anything. Covered in blood, getting high. Mutilation is fun. When it is done right or wrong.

            Come over the dark side of the moon. Cut the ass up. Tear apart the insides. To gory? As long as you want to get nasty, we can do anything. If something is too gory then we just tone it down a little. Find a nice teen to play with us.

            To point out that teens are fun is an understatement. In fact, a Goth Teen Phone Sex slut will let us mutilate, snuff, have killer fun and even give us ideas. We will immediately get to the fun with a teen.

            They after all are into the witches, the ghouls, and goblins. Everything evil has a way in. Whether it is through the cracks, between the lips, down the throat. You know they are getting in.

            Now all we need to do is find out if it will be by force, knife, or something much more sinister. Will it be painful? You can be sure that it with be orgasmic. Tell me what your Fantasy phone sex with the creeps and ghouls look like for you.

            We will have the role play of your fantasies.

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Rape phone sex fantasies has the best kept secret

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies, my favorite pastime. You might think you know what I’m all about just by looking at me  after all, I’ve got a hot, wet pussy that’s always ready for action. But there’s so much more to me than just that.

The real special surprise is the screams of mercy that come right before death. It’s those guttural, hoarse cries that gets me off like a rocket. The victims always think they’ll get out of it, even when they’re tied down and completely at my mercy. But they never do – and that’s what makes it so much fun.

I love holding the little whore down while you defile every part of her body with your tongue. The taste of her is always super sweet, just the way I like it. And when it’s time to fuck, I make sure she’s ready for the ride of her life. I want you pumping that bitch until she’s soaked your cock with cum and blood. And when she screams louder, I want you to fuck her even harder.

But don’t be fooled, my friends. These aren’t cries of pain or fear. They’re cries of pleasure, of release, of a depth of satisfaction that most people can only dream of. It’s the sound of Torture sex, the kind that makes you cum harder than ever before.