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Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodies

I know he likes sex with dead bodies. I bring him girls all the time to kill and fuck. I knew it would be my number eventually. I pissed him off. I brought him a little girl like he asked, but she was not a virgin. I just assumed because of her age that she was a virgin. I guess her daddy got to her just like mine did to me at that age. I should have done the finger test. Master is always telling me to stick a finger up their bald little cunnies to check for an intact hymen. I didn’t do that and now Master can’t sell the little whore for as much as he could if she was untouched. He slapped me around first. That was followed by rough sex. He was strangling me while imagining I was his ass rape porn star. He shoved his cock inside me so deep, his balls went flush against my ass. Master has a big dick too. He is about 11-inches. As he was brutally fucking my ass, he was strangling me too. Chocking the life out of me, so he could fuck me dead. He loves fucking girls after he has killed him. I just never thought it would be me. But there I was feeling the life go out of me for fucking up his instructions. I hope he enjoyed me after he killed me.

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sexThis is something that is etched into my mind, there forever as something that I think about all the time. It changed me that day, I have never been the same really, not since Mutilation phone sex. I had a master you see, and he loved to use me to make money. He would do phone calls that were set up and force me to do whatever the guys wanted to be done while they were on the phone. One day this guy called and he sounded super evil and sadistic. I was terrified of what it was going to be that made him cum, and it wasn’t long before I found out. The phone was on speaker and I heard him and my master talking, and that’s when I heard “mutilate her breast.” I started to scream already, saying no no no please no. This only got a ball gag shoved into my mouth and I bound even tighter with cuffs against the wall. I am screaming and hysterical as I see the devices he has to use on me. I wail and make sounds I have never made before. They sound animistic and inhuman. My nipple is gone, I am ruined, and am fading out. Blacking out from all the blood loss.

Some Men are Born for Snuff Sex

snuff sexSometimes you meet someone, and you know they were put in front of you for snuff sex. Teddy was given to me by some higher, darker power. He was the most annoying man on earth. He was flashy in a way that screamed he was overcompensating for a small cock. All he talked about was his fancy sports car and his money. I don’t exactly scream sugar baby type. I am not impressed with money. I had no idea why he was hitting on me, but he wouldn’t go away. I dropped a roofie in his Martini. I mean what man drinks a Martini in a Goth bar? He got woozy quickly, so I got him to my car. He was a tiny dude. I had no problem getting him in my car. I drove him to my cabin in the woods. When he woke up, he was naked and tied to a St. John’s board that I had on the floor. Next to me were all my knives I use for castration. I was going to kill this annoying fucker, but I was going to castrate and torture him first. I used a dull rusty blade to slice his balls off. I didn’t give him a clean or compassionate castration. I wanted him to scream. I wanted him to hurt. I accomplished both. When he got too loud for my nerves, I shoved his severed balls in his mouth, and I cut off his dick too.  I then made some surgical slices to his arteries and watched as he bled out. It took a while, but the asshat finally died. I fed his dead body to the coyotes. I had no remorse either. No one is going to miss this rich fucker. His ego was way bigger than his dick. Well, now no woman has to endure him again. It was a random act of kindness on my part.

 

Dangerous Beauty

violent phone sex

With the holidays approaching there is a lot of stress and family in the air. One of my favorite outlets for some pent-up tension is a good session of violent phone sex. It’s so much fun to push those limits with the right person. How far should we take it? I want you to verbally and physically humiliate me. Tell me all the terrible things you have in store for the filthy little cumslut that I am. I want to be bruised and bleeding by the time you’re finished. I want my hair pulled. Not tugged but really fucking pulled. Will we be playing with knives again today? I kind of want to feel you slide the barrel of a gun deep in my pussy. A loaded gun at that. Just the thought of it has my little cunt dripping wet. Once you slide it out of my pussy, I want you to make me suck off my own juices, with your finger on the trigger and your hand firmly grasping my throat. I’m open to other forms of torture as well. I’m sure you have plenty of creative ideas of what you’d like to do with me.

Black Kiss Of Torture Sex and Death

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It isn’t every day that I get to kill and eat my torture sex victims. The black kiss of death shall be mine! Two things I love to torture and a nice human flesh torte. Chocolate and blood infused with a nice cream filled center. Just like those girls you had me murder and tear apart for your pleasure. What you didn’t count on was me being addicted to your cock so much that I wanted to cut it off and keep it forever. Of course, I had to pull you apart piece by piece first. Sawing off your arms and legs and letting your blood flow out all over the floor. A waste of good marinade. But what I was after was your heart and cock. The most valuable part pf my victims. And so fucking tasty after I had helped you mangle soft female bodies. Come and let me kill for you and kill you tonight!

 

Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh.  I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.

Breaking In

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You hold the knife to my warm throat as you instruct me to shut down the alarm system. That is how a lot of my home invasion phone sex fantasies begin. You know that you hold all of the power when you slip in and place the blade to my pulse like that. For a moment I think to hit the panic code, but I feel that you will find a special way to torture me if I make that mistake. Once it’s all clear you use your knife to slash my gown and also to tear off my panties.

You march me to the sofa and then I see your partner is bringing down my roommate. She looks as shaken as I am. You laugh and tell us to save our tears because it’s going to be a long night. Your partner orders my roommate to lay on her back on the coffee table. He presses the silver blade into her lower stomach and traces her cunt in a fresh blood trail. I’m wrenched up by my hair and pushed to her body to lap up the blood at knife point.

 

Depraved Miscarriage Fucking

accomplice phone sexYour chanting into the mirror for your accomplice Jezabel. You have the candle and its dark. But You need her tonight! Your cock is hard, you are tired of trying to get your wife pregnant, but the bloody mess that comes with every miscarriage is turning you on and you want to fuck her while her body is shedding that dead brat from her womb. You know I will appear to you and lead you through forcing her to fuck you while she is bleeding out. This time she reached the second trimester and that brat is going to be a nice big lump coming out of her.goth teen phone sex You have already tied her to the bed and now you wait. I appear with a dead slutkin in my arms asking if you are sure. We will most likely have to kill her after this! You don’t care you want to fuck that miscarriage mess and then have me track down pregnant females so we can abort more brats and you can fuck them!

Making Snuff Movies

snuff pornI love watching snuff movies but making them is so much more fun. I am a sick bitch. It turns me on to see some dumb slut get slaughtered on film. After a while, all snuff flicks begin to look the same. I must reach into the depravity of my mind to bring some creativity to the genre. Most films it is some helpless little twit giving into some sadist butcher. But what if the snuff victim wasn’t so helpless? I love the Goth culture. I consider myself Goth. I know a lot of women in the lifestyle, many are bad ass bitches like me. I thought about a sadist on sadist film. Two bitches fighting till their death. I hired two sexy Goth babes for my homemade snuff flick. I lied to them of course, because no one was coming out alive but me. I paid them ahead of time so they would not suspect my ulterior motives. I even had a fake medic on hand, so they believed their wounds would be tended too. I wanted real blood and they understood that. They just didn’t know I wanted real death too. The props they thought were fake or rigged, were deadly. I tossed them into my movie like an epic battle of a Game of Thrones episode. They clubbed each other viciously, falsely believing the spikes in the club were retractable with blood packs attached. The first blow to the head sprayed brain matter everywhere. I was super wet. My star who threw the first blow didn’t realize it was fake yet. She clubbed her victim again. This time she didn’t get up. I wanted the film to go longer, so I went in swinging as the camera rolled. As my snuff porn star looked on in shock at the girl she just slaughtered, I clubbed her. Her blood and sinew splattered on my body. I was the last bitch standing, but then that was always the plan.

Late Last Night

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You came home extremely late last night. You must’ve been out drinking with some colleagues again. I heard the car pull up so I decided to pretend to be asleep when you walked into my bedroom. I was intentionally wearing something lacy and something white because you just love seeing me in something that represents purity when you have plans to brutalize and torture me! It pleases me to be your victim. I felt you tying my hands behind my back, as well as my ankles. This is when I decided to begin to “wake up” and struggle. I could feel your cock get hard immediately as you were pressed up against me. Boy do you love it when I put up a fight. At this point you covered my mouth and I began to scream and gasp. Your cock is throbbing now! And I’ll be honest, my pussy us pulsing and dripping. I love that I never know just what you’ll do next. You picked me up and carried me into the kitchen, sat me down in the chair sitting right there in the middle of it. This is where you turned on the stove and started heating up a rather sharp knife. You never even break eye contact with me when you’re putting on this display of preparation. You love that fear of look in my eyes. Do you remember what happened next?