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Accomplice Phone Sex is The Best Way to Kill Yourself

When you get me on the line for Accomplice Phone Sex, you should understand I have no limits. Well, no limits in being in control and sadistic. So, if you want to be the one snuffed the fuck out, that is My Pleasure.

So, last night I had my regular. He is one stuck in the past. In fact, he is so obsessed with his ex that we plan all kinds of torture.
However, this time it’s about him. In truth, he just needs to get over it. And the only way is if he would just suck on a shotgun and pull it.
Now, understand, this is all about fantasy. Albeit dark fantasy, it is still fantasy.
So, I lean into the receiver, my voice a low,psychotic satanic evil purr.  And I welcome you into my dark domain. For I am Morticia, and you are but a toy for my sadistic needs.

Accomplice Phone Sex with a Sadistic Witch is a Wild Ride

First, I make it clear that once you connect with me, you surrender every ounce of your autonomy. Next, I describe the exquisite agony I have planned.
Therefore, I will go into detail about my sadistic desires. And about how I will dismantle your will through psychological torture. And sadistic commands.
Then, I guide your imagination toward the brink of oblivion. Thus, forcing you to visualize the cold grip of my power tightening around your throat.
After that, I demand your absolute submission. And savoring the sound of your desperate breathing as you realize I have no limits.
Meanwhile, I revel in the thrill of your terror. So, I treat your fear like a fine wine. And your obsession is like a drug.
Finally, I promise you the ultimate release. Thus leading you straight toward the moment. That moment you are snuffed the fuck out for my twisted pleasure.
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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Fireworks is How I Say Happy Birthday America

murder phone sex fantasiesAlthough I specialize in murder phone sex fantasies, I’ve killed a few people in my life. Likely a few hundred, but I don’t count. I help men explore the violent fantasies that they cannot share with just anybody. And most men think about killing someone or at least force fucking someone and getting away with it. So, I help them.

In my personal life, I sometimes help men too weak to do it on their own. Perhaps you could call me a killer for hire. But I don’t need an accomplice to kill. In fact, I think I do some of my best murders solo. My creative process works better when I do not experience any extra noise if you know what I mean.

And I decided to get a little creative with death in the month of July. At least for the first part of July, plan to utilize fireworks as my accomplice. You might be amazed at the physical damage fireworks can do when used as torture sex. And I like to put fireworks in a man’s asshole. It does a lot of damage. Even a sparkler hurts. Doesn’t do too much damage, though. However, it works better than a taser for electric shocks where no one wants electric shocks.

Fireworks Work Great for Torture Too

Since I do have a code for killing, I went out Friday night looking for people who fit the code. My code seems lax compared to like Dexter ‘s code or anything like that. But it’s still a code. And I found an obnoxious guy in a bar. That’s easy to do. He treated the bartender poorly. And he treated the woman who he wanted to buy drinks for poorly too. So, in my mind, he made a fitting candidate.

I let him think his obnoxious commands worked for me and I took him home. Drugged him. Stripped him naked. And when he woke up, he discovered 25 sparklers shoved in his ass. And I lit them when he woke up. But I had him strapped down. He couldn’t wiggle his self out of this. The sparklers acted like appetizers. Of course, he screamed bloody murder just from little sparks hitting his ass and the back of his balls.

Like I said appetizer. I found a bigger thicker firework. I think the proper term might be firecracker. And I shove that in his ass and lit it. When that one burnt down and went boom, it charred his ass hair and burned his flesh. Next, I got a rocket knowing it would shoot up into my dungeon ceiling and come back down. Of course, I stood out of its path. But my victim had nowhere to go. And that rocket once it went up, had to come down. Now that left a mess.

A Few Fireworks in a Man’s Asshole is How I Will Celebrate America’s Birthday

His poor asshole started to bleed. The smell of blood and charred flesh and burnt hair turns me on though. His fucking ball hair and ass hair singed. His flesh burned. And I told him I was done with the fireworks. Then I flipped him over and castrated him. He didn’t really fit my code for death. However, he did fit my code for torture. And the torture I love the most is castration phone sex. So, I sliced off his ball sack, but I did cauterize the wound so that wouldn’t be too much blood.

Then I let him go. He lost his balls. I burned the hair off his ass. And I even burned the flesh and made his asshole a little bit bigger so to make sure he wouldn’t be able to pick me up in a lineup. I gave him a shot of something that will pretty much make him an amnesiac. And I dumped his body along the side of a field. He’ll wake up eventually, not know how he got there. But his ass will hurt and he will feel some pains where his balls used to be for quite some time. July hasn’t even started yet. And I’m already off with a boom.

Murder phone sex Fantasies she was lost and we came

Murder phone sex Fantasies called her to us. She showed up at our doorstep like a lost puppy, that dumb little slut. We knew exactly what to do with her.

Make her our whore until she couldn’t take it anymore.Murder phone sex Fantasies

My Master Daddy had the genius idea to “help” her, and I couldn’t agree more when he wrapped her up like a present and brought her home. Once inside, her time was up.

We put her through a hell of a time, making that bitch suffer. She was so tight and untouched, a perfect little virgin. I loved seeing her face contort in terror as we took turns penetrating her delicate pussy.

The hottest part was when I wrapped the plastic bag around her head, going back and forth, choking her out and bringing her back. Watching her struggle for air while my Daddy pounded into her was pure heaven.

Suffocation is the cruelest, and when he pulled out his knife and started stabbing her, the mess was fucking incredible. She was the perfect Snuff sex slut. I kept the bag on her head as he shoved himself deep inside her shaking body, and I could feel her clenching in those final moments.

He fucked her until she was stiff, all of his cum filling her up her lifeless body. She was even more perfect in that moment. She was ours completely now, a broken doll for us to keep forever!

Accomplice Phone Sex: The Best Fun at Abortion Clinic

Accomplice phone sex is a great time. After all, two’s better than one in destroying little fuck dolls. My Sadistic sex is dark and evil.
So, I stride into the abortion clinic with my pale skin glowing under harsh lights and my black hair cascading like a dark veil. Therefore, my accomplice follows closely. Essentially, our shared hunger pulses between us as we approach the procedure room.
Now, the cold steel of the clinic table bites into my bare thighs as I swing myself onto it. With my black lace dress pooling around my hips as my accomplices’ hands find my waist. Now he pulls me to the edge while his cock presses against my cunt. Obviously, I’m already slick with anticipation.
So, I arch my back, offering myself, and he sinks into me with a guttural groan that echoes off the sterile tiles. So, the little snuff sex doll lies limp on the adjacent table. With its vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Ultimately, waiting for its turn to be unmade.
So, I ride his thrusts, my fingers digging into the leather straps of the examination table. With each slam of his hips pound me harder. Moreover, the smell of antiseptic mixes with the musk of our bodies, indulgent. Truly, a perverse incense for our dark ritual.
Next, he pulls out, and I slide off the table. Then, I take his cock into my mouth, tasting myself on him. All while my tongue swirls around the shaft until he shudders and pulls away.

Accomplice Phone Sex is A Great Time

So, he turns to the doll, lifting its legs and forcing himself inside its lifeless hole. Watching that dry, tight resistance sends a thrill through me.
So, I crawl over, my hand replacing his as I grip the dead doll’s ankle. Therefore, spreading its legs wide.
Finally, he fucks it roughly, the dead skin smacking against his pelvis. So,  I slip my fingers into its mouth, stretching the Snuff sex corpse’s lips.
Oh, this living dead girl makes no sound, but that’s the point—perfect silence for our destruction.
Oh, how he grunts, his pace quickening, and I feel the heat building in my own cunt. Essentially, I want to be filled again. In fact, I want to feel him inside me with the aborted sex toy’s juices all over his throbbing member.
Then, push him aside, straddling the dead girl’s face, and lower myself onto its mouth. Therefore, grinding my wetness over its nose and lips.
My accomplice takes my place behind me, slamming into my pussy from behind as I ride the bitches face.
This double pleasure drives me wild—his cock stretching me while the dead sluts cold facial features press against my clit.
Finally, I dig my nails into the dead whores chest, tearing through the dead skin, exposing its insides.
Then, he fucks me harder, his balls slapping against my ass.
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Domination Phone Sex Lets Me Explore My Revenge Fantasies for James, The Boy Who Broke My Heart

domination phone sexAs a sexy switch, I never mind exploring domination phone sex fantasies. The beauty of a snuff site like this includes being able to fantasize about anything even getting revenge on an old sweetheart. I met James in college. And I liked him so much. Honestly, I gave him every indication that I wanted to date him. However, he never picked up on it. And when he picked up on it finally, it felt too late. He graduated from college. And left me behind.

He tried reconnecting with me after he left college, but I shut him out. I had to. I did not want him breaking my heart once again. And I thought we had something special, but he took far too long to realize it. A girl can’t wait forever, can she. So, when he reached out to me out of the blue, I hatched a devious plan to get my revenge. And my revenge involved some cock and ball torture sex.

We agreed to meet for dinner. And I brought along something to drug his food. He always thought I was a sweet innocent girl next-door type of woman. So, he would never suspect that his rejection turned me into an evil bitch. Although we did reminisce about the good old days, I could see that he wanted me and that he regretted the way things ended. But I moved on. Well, sort of moved on. I have been letting my anger and resentment fester for decades.

I’ve Had Years to Think About Revenge

By the time we got back to my place, the drugs I put into his food kicked in. He pretty much passed out on me. Which is what I wanted. I needed time to tie him up and strip him naked. When he woke up, he found himself tied naked to a bed in a dark room with no windows and only candlelight. I built a dungeon in my house to keep him prisoner. He seemed perplexed and baffled at why I did this. And I explained to him I should’ve had a much different life if we had only met sooner. Or perhaps if he picked up on my love language back in the day.

He didn’t understand and wanted to know where the sweet girl he once knew went. And I told him he killed her. Now it felt right to get revenge. While tied up, I sat on his face and suffocated him with my muff. Squeezed my thighs so tightly against his head that I felt like I could crush it. It forced him to lick me like pussy eating was an Olympic sport. Well, he literally licked me for his life. I squeezed his balls and twisted them with my long red fingernails. And I definitely left a mark.

The Girl James Once Knew is Long Gone By Now

He killed the old me. Turned me into a bad ass bitch who gets revenge on the men who wronged her. But I debated my own self about what to do with him. I could’ve killed him and he knows that. However, I decided to keep him prisoner in my basement for all eternity. He’s not without certain skills. The kind of skills that women need occasionally need. Whenever I need to orgasm, I can pull him out of his cage and force him to worship me like a good puppy dog.

Honestly, when he reached out to me after all these years, I thought about killing him. I truly harbored murder phone sex fantasies for my old college sweetheart. And now he will be my eternal prisoner. He will serve as my sex slave. And as stress relief. Anytime I feel overwhelmed, I can go downstairs and squeeze his balls. In fact, I think he might like that. But I know he will like licking me whenever I need licked, which is often. The innocent love lorn coed disappeared. We can enjoy a new relationship now. But this time, I’m in charge.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come Alive with the Right Accomplice

murder phone sex fantasiesYou can admit your murder phone sex fantasies to me. I have them too. And I have them in droves. Every day that passes, I meet some jackass or some cunt I want to slaughter. And sometimes I enjoy an accomplice for that or sometimes I’m doing it solo. However, yesterday I killed with my young protégé. I’m grooming her, but not for the reason most perverts would groom her. I’m grooming her to be the kind of girl who can get away with murder.

I see so much of myself in this young girl. Full of anger and promise. I just need to teach her how to harness that anger. Normally, when somebody shares a history with a person who ends up dead, that person with the shared history becomes a suspect. That’s why I advocate using surrogates when possible. But sometimes a person just needs to die that much

This douche bag from her school deserved killer phone sex maybe even more than anybody else I’ve ever killed. My protégé told me about this boy from school who tortures animals, films it, and then shows it to a few classmates. Although I plan on going after the boy who enabled him, I wanted to focus on all my pain and rage out on this asshole perpetrator first.

Pick a Fair Fight Loser, Or Die

My protégé lured him to my cabin in the woods. She made it sound like they could torture animals together. Here’s the thing. I like animals more than people. When her classmates saw me, I think he realized he might be a goner. And that did seem to be my plan. I read him a list of his offenses and what I thought would be suitable punishment. We tortured him like he tortured animals. Plus, we filmed it and even live streamed his torture. The animal lovers and the folks with a conscience ate it up.

He deserved torture sex. And deserved the death that followed. We began with cutting his flesh, breaking his limbs, and sodomizing him with a jagged big dildo. The dildo from hell. This loser who could not pick a fair fight, died from blood loss. And hopefully pain too. I planned on dismembering him, but the loser died too quickly. I guess he can dish out the torture, but he can’t take it.

My brilliant protégé picked out a most deserving man. A man deserving of death and torture. In a poetic justice move, I fed him to the animals outside. It felt like they wanted to contribute to his death and torture. My protégé does hold a connection to this loser, so I protected her. And I covered my tracks well. Nobody will ever be able to prove she had anything to do with it. But I’m glad she agreed that anybody who tortures animals should get the death penalty. Of course, I want to be his executioner.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender for a Destiny Sealed

Snuff sex is my ultimate edge. When I hunt, I find the perfect specimen for my incantations and sacrifice. With my pale skin glowing with unholy allure, I whisper satanic incantations under my breath.
As Morticia, the young gothic seductress, I thrive on the thrill of snuff. Where pain twists into eternal ecstasy for my dark lord. Tonight, this pathetic mortal kneels before me, his eyes wide with foolish lust. Obviously, unaware that his cock will be my offering.
First, I circle him like vultures to their feast. Now with my wicked smile, I trail my sharp nails down his chest. Moreover, my Evil phone sex razorblade nails rip open his shirt to expose trembling flesh. ‘Kneel deeper, worm,’ I command, and he obeys, his erection straining against his pants.
With a swift motion, I yank them down, freeing his throbbing dick. Meanwhile, I stroke it teasingly at first, feeling it pulse in my grip. So, then I squeeze harder, drawing a gasp from his lips.
Transitioning seamlessly, I bind his wrists with silver chains etched in runes, securing him to the altar where his doom awaits.
Next, I summon my ritual blade, its edge gleaming with infernal promise. Henceforth, I press it against his balls, slicing shallow at first to savor his screams.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender

Ultimately, blood trickles warm and sticky, mixing with his pre-cum as I laugh maniacally. ‘Your seed belongs to Satan now,’ I hiss, and with one brutal slash.
Finally, I castrate him completely. So, his severed cock twitches on the stone, and I scoop it up, admiring its mutilated form. But I crave more; I carve into his thighs, flaying skin to reveal quivering muscle beneath.
As his cries weaken, I force his mouth open and shove the bloody stump against his lips, making him taste his own ruin. Then, I plunge the knife into his gut, twisting it to spill entrails in a steaming pile.
Finally, I feast—biting into his warm flesh, chewing the tender cock like forbidden fruit, blood dripping down my chin. Moreover, his life ebbs away as I orgasm from the sheer power.
Furthermore, waves of sadistic bliss crash through me without ever yielding my body to his. In this snuff ritual, I claim another soul for the abyss. Ultimately, my form untouched by his filth. Join me in the shadows; your end will be divine.
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I Prefer to Be Your Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex. My motto will always be that it feels better to be the accomplice than the victim. At least when I’m the accomplice, I make money and I leave unscathed. But I can’t say that about our victim. Charlie and I go back over a decade. This man used to do unspeakable things to me. As my sadistic master’s right-hand man, sometimes I served as the carrot master tangled in front of him to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Most women would avoid a man who abused them for years. And trust me, I thought about it. I thought about telling him to take his money and shove it up his ass. But the only reason I’m still walking and talking is because I’m scrappy. My street smarts keep me alive. So, I know not to piss off certain people like Charlie.

Him, and my former master parted ways. So, I decided to give Charlie a chance to see how he would behave without my master there. And it turned out he seemed just as afraid of my master as me. And he apologized for all the things he did to me back then.

When he offered me 10 grand to kidnap a schoolgirl for him, I took a chance on him. And I took the money. I knew there would be more to this than simple kidnapping phone sex.  Charlie proved he needed me. I’m the reason he can get access to a young schoolgirl to fuck.

I Prefer to Be the Accomplice Over the Victim

His time with my former master, gave him a love for those young brat pussies. But since he lacks a pussy and tits, young girls instinctively don’t trust him. He needs a woman to gain access to young girls.

Last night I kidnapped my 10th girl for him. And he’s paid me close to $1 million over the past two years. That makes him my most profitable client. So, I do whatever I need to do to keep Charlie happy. This time, I brought him something even younger. And I could tell he liked my choice of victims because the moment he laid eyes on her he popped wood in his jeans.

This girl thought she might get a modeling contract but instead she got a lot of dick and eventually death. Stupid girl. Not my fault she trusted a strange woman. I put that on her parents for not telling her that women can be evil bitches too. Charlie fucked this little girl into oblivion. Shredded her pussy with his tree trunk cock. It made her bleed bright crimson red blood as he popped her cherry.

And The Only Reason I Am Still Breathing is Because I am Scrappy

This little girl starred in a teen rape porn and didn’t even realize it. She saw our faces, so she needed to die. But not before I filmed Charlie fucking her into oblivion. Charlie enjoys those tight little holes. The kind of holes women my age no longer possess. But when you are a grown man with a big dick and you fuck a tiny young girl, that cock will do some damage. No way could we let her live. Charlie choked her out and I buried the body in the woods.

Another girl bites the dust. Some girls can survive the brutal attacks conducted by me and my clients. So, in a way I’m just thinning the herd. Only strong girls survive. I survived. And now I’m helping men like my father and like my former master fuck up some young pussies and asses. Maybe you want to be my client next. Who should we hunt for?

Teen Rape Porn Gets Messy When Teacher Layla Breaks Up Fight

Teen Rape PornOopsie! I think I might be the worst teacher ever, but like, I’m definitely the hottest. My life is basically a teen rape porn scene come to life, especially since I started working at this school. I was just standing there in my teeny tiny pencil skirt trying to remember how to spell “cat” or something, when suddenly Britney and Nadia just started screaming!

 It was totally crazy because they’re both, like, super pregnant by the same guy, which is so messy. Instead of being mad at him, they decided to try and kill each other right in front of my desk! Britney, that poor blonde thing, had a sharp pencil, but Nadia brought a whole knife to school! I just stood there biting my lip because I didn’t want to break a nail, you know?

Then squish Nadia accidentally poked her knife right into Britney’s big tummy. It was so gross, like, her insides started coming out and everything! I just screamed and called Mr. White, our principal. He’s so scary and tall, but he always looks at my chest instead of my eyes, so I know he likes me. Everything went blurry after the sirens started. 

Britney was rushed away, and Nadia was crying so hard, but Mr. White didn’t call the police for her. He just grabbed us both and whispered that he had a “special place” where he handles discipline. He took us to this dark, private basement at a secret location. It’s so spooky down here, but kind of exciting? Nadia was shaking so much on the big metal table, and then surprise! 

The baby started coming right then and there! I didn’t even know what to do, so I just did what Mr. White told me. He’s so bossy and powerful. While he was dealing with the situation, he had me get real close to Nadia. I started playing with her nipples to keep her “distracted” while Mr. White took control of everything.

I’m just a silly girl, but I can tell Mr. White is going to keep us here for a long, long time. He said we’re his little secrets now. I’m just following orders and keeping Nadia “busy” while he decides what to do with us in the dark. It’s so much more intense than a normal classroom!

After the little one was born right after with blood still being on the infant girls body, Mr. White decided to stick his fat cock up the little one’s bottom while tossing her up and down while she screamed loudly. Then Nadia got really pissed but couldn’t do anything about it. Now it was her turn to get played with next. Mr. White ripped her pants off and started fingering her wet pregnant pussy and started raping the fuck outta her! Call me for more context Clues… (To Be Continued)

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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