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Pandemic Snuff Sex

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex I have had during this pandemic. This fucking virus is making many men weak, and desperate. It is like they think they will never fuck a woman again. I do not give off vibes that suggest I want to be your girlfriend. In fact, I go through great lengths to suggest just the opposite. I never make eye contact with men. I do not talk to them wherever I may be. I dress Goth, hiding my figure. I do not go to clubs. Yet every damn day one of you losers thinks I am sending you signals. Horny fucking dogs come sniffing around me every damn day. He hit on me in a fucking gun shop. I was buying a firearm for protection. I prefer knives. I have an extensive collection of over 1,000 sharp blades. But with people losing their shit, I wanted some sort of protection that was quick and easy if one of you mother fuckers breaks into my house or does not respect my 6 feet of space. This asshole was giving me some of the lamest come-ons ever. I had to kill him. If not for me, for my fellow chicks. Nah, for me. I do not do sisterhood either. He was in my car thinking we were going to my place to fuck. He pulled his dick out while I was driving and expected me to give him head while driving a car. Stupid fuck. I bit his cock right off in the car. I continued to drive down the highway with his severed pecker in my mouth like a dog with a bone. His blood smeared on my face. He was bleeding out in my car, so I pushed him out. He rolled out of my car down an embankment at 70 miles per hour. About 10 miles later I tossed out his cock. I doubt they will ever find it to sew it back on like they did with John Bobbit. Another cock bites the dust. You may not survive my castration phone sex.


Evil Phone Sex Snuff Victim

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Daddy Luke used this filthy fuck whore good. I never knew that I could spill so much, and stay conscious enough to bliss out on the pain that it causes. Daddy Luke knows precisely what he is doing to his blonde homecoming Queen masochist. I lay in bondage that’s on the dangerous side of restrictive while he stands over me sharpening his blades. Once one is to its peak sharpness, he puts it to my lips for me to kiss and bless. His fallen baby doll Faith will bless his devices in the name of the dark one, Lucifer, Nema.

When each of his blades is ready for my tender sun-kissed flesh, he begins the evil phone sex session with me. Daddy Luke Presses the tip to my stomach and scratches up, cutting around my tits and smiling as the blood rises out.

“Lick it!” He commands, and I lick the blade, slicing my tongue as I obey. He leans in and jams his tongue deep into my injured mouth. He sucks my bloody tongue and bites when the demon fills his body. When he raises, I can see the difference. Behind him his the magnificent shadow of Lucifer himself.


Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesMy body was still wet from the shower. My head hung limp. I did enjoy the first few minutes of the shower as she finger fucked me and ate my pussy out. But when I mentioned your name, she said you were a pathetic loser with a small dick and weird as fuck. I couldn’t let this little blonde hottie get away with that kind of disrespect for my man. I stood up, kissed her and called her a cunt, and she broke my nose. I went limp and she carried me to my bed. She positioned me on the bed like a lifeless doll. She told me I’d be prettier dead. She cut my tits and stabbed my cunt. I could not even scream. The pain was so bad. She took pictures of me in different positions and snap chatted with you. As I laid there bleeding, I heard her tell you that I tried to defend you and it ended my life. She shoved a bigger knife up my pussy and put a dildo in my ass too. It wasn’t until you arrived that you believed her. You wasted no time mounting and fucking my cold lifeless body. I thought I meant more to you than that. I died defending you. I guess you two were in it together all along.


The Many Uses for Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexHave you ever wondered what knife play phone sex was all about? I mean not all phone sex places will even allow you to discuss your violent fantasies. I am a no limits / no taboos sick bitch. My only limit is that I am no submissive whore. I do not care if you have a Godzilla sized dick. I will use my knife to cut it off in a heartbeat if you try to dominate me.  All my callers know that I am a kinky bitch who thinks vanilla is an ice cream flavor. I do not do vanilla and vanilla has no place on my snuff sex site. The more perverted, sick and twisted your dark fantasy is, the harder I cum. So far today, I have force fucked a man with a strap on covered in blades to shred his worthless ass. It was anal torture.  I made that dude bleed and cry. He will be on an episode of Sex Sent Me to the ER.  I got to castrate a loser on another call. I am a firm believer that if you do not know how to use your cock properly, you should not have it! In my world, your dick is a privilege, not a right. I assisted another guy in snuffing out his slut niece. She got knifed and gutted like a pig, but only after he explored his sick rape phone sex fantasies with the little cock tease. My favorite call of the day involved making snuff flicks with stupid teen twats who thought they were staring in a girls gone wild film. I make movies more akin to whores gone dead. I ended up gutting and sexually mutilating them with my various knives. The world needs fewer whores, don’t you agree? Sharp blades were the stars of all my calls so far, and the day has just begun for me.


Mutilation phone sex slut Stephanie

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Tonight Daddy had a dark and sinister plan for me. I had no idea what I was walking into when I got home. Everyone else was gone for the day, so it was the perfect opportunity for him to live out his evil fantasy. He wanted to turn his little whore daughter into a bloody, cummy pile of waste to be thrown out like the trash she is. Daddy found out about my mutilation phone sex blog. He was not happy to see his little slut’s picture on the website while he was browsing for a hooker to snuff. That’s what sparked his crazy obsession with force fucking my holes and torturing my pathetic cum slut body. He wanted to punish me for being a cum slurping whore. As soon as I opened the door, he grabbed me and dragged me around by my hair, while punching me in the face and kicking me over and over again. He tied my hands above my head and bound my ankles together with a cord he ripped from the lamp. Daddy took out his big hunting knife and licked the blade before he slid the tip softly down my bloody naked body. Once it reached my belly button, he forced that cold, sharp blade in and lifted, slicing me upwards into my chest. Daddy looked down and could see his cock slide in and out of his fuck slut gapping stomach hole. This got him so turned oh that he shot cum all inside of me. I was a bloody, cummy disgusting mess when Daddy dumped me on the floor like the trash I am and left me there to die.


Bloody Phone Sex and the Black Dahlia

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It excited me when you told me that you were turned on by one of the most famous cold cases in US history – the Black Dahlia. I asked you about that story made your cock hard. You told me that when you looked at the crime scene photos, your cock immediately got rock hard. The way she was bisected, the way her face was cut to make it look like she was smiling, and the way the killer cut a crisscross pattern right above her pussy. All of it made you so excited that you could hardly stand it.

And that’s when you told me that you wanted to do that to me. You wanted to slice my face while I was still alive so you could watch the blood saturate my blonde hair. You told me that you wanted to tie my legs up so that they were wide open and you could slice up my pussy. And you said you’d be saving the best part for last… you were going to cut me in half and watch the blood drain slowly from my body. Are you up for some bloody phone sex? I’m ready and waiting for you.


Snuff Sex Only

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only kind for me. Consider me a praying mantis. I fuck and then bite the head off my lovers. I am not a romantic bitch. I want to fuck but I do not want to do small talk or snuggle. Hell, I do not even want to hear about your day. That day to day inconsequential shit bores me. I want to stab a man’s eyes out the moment he says something stupid like, “How was your day,” or calls me honey. I hooked up with this Goth dude last night. I thought he understood my rules. Men always think I am kidding when I tell them I do not do girlfriend stuff. I am using men for a quick release, nothing more. I am a black widow without being married. I have killed or castrated, often both, 100s of men plus one after last night. Thousands of men if you count the ones, I would not fuck for a million dollars. I hate men. But I hate everyone. I am a loner type. I am an equal opportunity evil bitch. I kill little ones and cunts too. Little ones annoy the fuck out of me. Germy little fuck trophies that drain your soul should rarely be brought into this world, yet millions of these fucking brats are born daily. I am just population control. Call me Covid, LOL. I get rid of the weak, the meek and the sick. And I get rid of the assholes, small dick losers, gold diggers and vacuous Barbie dolls. The world has run amuck with too many worthless types. Like Trump, I want to make America great again. I do that with knife play phone sex. I am slicing, cutting and stabbing my way to a much better country. My question for you is are you my victim or my accomplice?


Snatch Snack Ala Sushi

I love sushi, and it’s exciting to watch that sweet flesh sliced into perfection. My kind of sushi is a bit of a delicacy. If you are into cannibalism phone sex then this will be hot. Few enjoy this and I do love to slather it with wasabi. I love watching it become inflamed and the being that this sweet flesh meat belongs to squirms and can’t scream. I like feeding her the delicacy that paralyzes her but she is still awake and feels the burning of the wasabi on her snatch. Taking a nice long Yanagiba filet knife and tenderly slicing that sweet clam into beautiful fleshy strips is a bit of a fetish of mine. I like having a young girl or two and a boy to play with. I slice that tender penis flesh into the most exquisite pieces of meat to enjoy with a good Sake and fiery wasabi. I’m really craving a fix now. I guess I need to g to market and get that flesh for tonight.

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Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Tingly

castration phone sexI do any sick fantasy well, but I do enjoy castration phone sex more than I should.  The thought of a loser being so self-aware that he knows his balls need to be removed makes me all warm and fuzzy. Yes, I know something is wrong with me. I have heard that since I was a little girl. I used to castrate my sisters’ Ken dolls. I also beheaded their Barbie dolls. I am the black sheep of the family. I take after my great grandfather. He was the head of a private prison that experimented on prisoners for profit. They were guinea pigs for pharmaceutical companies giving my great granddad kickbacks. It was cruel and unusual punishment, but these were the dregs of society, so I never understood why anyone gave a fuck about how they were treated. I was just a little girl, but I understood that those men did not deserve the same rights as me or my grandpa or you. When I was a teen girl, I got to assist him. I was set to inherit his prison when the Feds shut him down. I did get all the prison’s content including the electrocution chair. It was made in 1952 way before I was born. I use it for castration and torture sex now. As much as I love castrating men on the phone, the real deal is what gets me wet. It is just that guys I castrate in my grandpa’s old execution chair do not know they deserves to have their nuts gone. The losers who call me, do. I do not need permission, however, to remove some one’s balls or sexually mutilate their sex organs. I do it for the greater good. Small dicked assholes do not need to reproduce more small dicked assholes.


Snuff Slut Who Loves Torture Sex

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When I met him, I knew that it was going to end badly for me. I didn’t know that he was going to push me past any limits, though. The pain grew more intense with each session of torture sex. It didn’t matter; I could not get enough. My nipples were raw, my thighs covered in lacerations, but I gave him more. He would choke me so harshly that I just knew I was gone. It burns my soul to give so much to him, but I’ve never come harder in all of my life. I wanted it.
He pushed the knife deeper, deeper each time he used it on me. My pussy dripped as the blood coursed out from my body. Finally, he confessed that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt my body go cold while he was balls deep inside of me. The butcher started to remove parts of my skin as I watched in exquisite horror. He flayed me, and then I lost consciousness. A hard jab my jaw brought me back to the moment. He wrapped his gloved hands around the handles of the garrote. My life faded, and he licked the fresh spill from my throat.


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