Tag: Sadistic phone sex

Killer phone sex means her corpse is filled with cum

Killer phone sex is what I am here for, bloody, messy and bone chilling. If I don’t do it right my Master will punish me and if I am a really bad girl I might end up on the chopping block. So I never disobey him. It’s a dark, twisted world I inhabit, but it is what it is.

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My Master believes he is an artist, he thinks he is better than any of them. The way he suffocates a whore, I guess I can see it. The way he sets it all up, the kind of camera he uses, everything is top notch. He most definitely is a perfectionist. This last girl he filmed, was a real pain. She wouldn’t take his orders and kept messing up the shots.

He ordered me to shove a dildo down her throat and tape up her mouth. She fought every step of the way. The bitch even got me in trouble for taking too long. As punishment he made me snuff her out. He knows how much I hate doing that, it really fucks with me. I made sure that plastic bag was super tight so her last breath was quick. He usually fucks them first but I guess he was generous. He knows I have developed a taste for Sex with dead bodies. I love their vacant eyes and still limbs. 

My Master watched with delight, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the scene before him. He urged me on, his commands got my pussy even wetter, I could feel the heat building within me, the familiar ache of release just beyond my grasp.

As I reached my climax, I let out a primal scream, my body shaking with pleasure. My Master followed suit, his own release a testament to the power of our twisted union. As we lay there, spent and exhausted, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My life as a snuff whore may be dark, but it’s never dull. It’s a life filled with sex and death, but it’s one that I wouldn’t trade for anything. After all, there’s no greater thrill than giving your Master exactly what he demands, even if it means filling a corpse with cum.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Thanksgiving Provided Lots of Leftovers for Me

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex has become a staple for me on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I like to treat myself to a very special meal that takes weeks to prepare properly. And it gets harder every year too. Personally, I like my food organic. No toxic dyes. No piercings. And definitely no plastic in the body and that includes shit injected in the lips and cheeks. So, I hunted for weeks until I found one.

She appeared all natural.  Blonde hair did not seem artificial. Tits looked real. I saw no visible piercings or tattoos. And no lip or cheek fillers either. No Botox because her face moved. Plus, she had some meat on them bones. Thin meat does not cook as well. And it does not taste as good either.

I lured her to my dungeon where she existed for weeks as I softened her skin with daily butter baths. That really is the key to succulent meat. Although she thought she might be a snuff porn victim, I assured her that she had a much higher purpose than that. She would feed me all winter long. But she did not know that until early yesterday morning when I tied her legs and arms and stuffed her cunt and ass with bread and herbs. And some cut up vegetables too.

Would You Like to Join Me for a Very Special Meal?

She required a large pan. But I have those and a large industrial stove for cooking such large slabs of meat. After ten hours at 450 degrees, she turned out perfect. She did scream for a bit as the heat of the stove burned her skin. But the fumes likely forced her to pass out before the real pain kicked in. Blessing in disguise for her, I guess.

With my carving knife ready, and my sides prepared too, I had a feast. Stuffed my belly with girl meat. And I do have leftovers. I cut the flesh from the bones, saved some organ meat to freeze, and packed up the loose meat into Tupperware containers. So, if you have the same acquired tastes as me and taboo phone sex does not upset you, be my guest. I have plenty to share.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex: Torture In The Doctor’s Chair

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Medical fetish phone sex is my guilty pleasure. Every time I go to the gyno’s office, I get a secret little thrill. Well, I honestly don’t know just how secret it actually is. My gyno probably notices that my pussy gets wet when she pulls on the nitrile gloves and gets out the speculum. But she’s never been so gauche as to say anything about it (even though part of me wishes she would!).

But that’s what phone fantasies are for. You can be my dirty doctor instead! And what can you do to me? Anything, really. It could be a standard pelvic exam with a happy ending, or it could be full-on medical torture, or anything in between.

Maybe I need to go to the fertility doctor because my boyfriend’s sperm is not doing the trick. And you, as the naught doctor, offer to do the impregnating FOR him, since he can’t manage it on his own. I’d love for you to exam my boobs and my pussy (and maybe even my ass, too, if you think it’s necessary) then pound the fuck out of me when you’re finished! And if you think the whole scene needs to be bloodier than that, well, you’re welcome to pull out the scalpel, too.

Knife Play Phone Sex Calls I Savor as a Sadistic Bitch

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl.  Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.

I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.

She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.

Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege

Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them.  Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.

My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.

And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.

Babysitter Phone Sex: Taking Advantage

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Babysitter phone sex is a fun fantasy because it’s so realistic for me. I’ve been babysitting for a long time now, so I know how these naughty old men think. They look at me, at my hot young body, and they WANT so badly. I might even go so far as to call it a NEED.

So let’s say you’re taking me home after an evening of babysitting. You’ve been out with your wife, who hasn’t given you any in months at this point. And there’s little ol’ me in the passenger’s seat, with my spaghetti-strap tank top and short-shorts on. You see an opportunity, and you’re going to take it.

You pull over in an abandoned parking lot and reach for me. You’re surprised to see that I don’t resist at all. I let you take my hand and shove it down your pants. You see, I’ve been angling for this all along. I mean, I’ll pretend to cry and say, “No, please!” if you want me to. But my pussy is going to be extra-wet when you finally slip inside me to fuck me like your life depends on it.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Makes My Pussy So Wet

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Kidnapping phone sex just sounds so exciting in the worst kind of way to me. Imagine it: You’re abducting the Homecoming Queen from campus to have your way with her. And your way is wicked, indeed.

That’s how I ended up in this cold, dark basement on my knees, hands bound behind me and tied to the pole at my back. Ropes have tied my titties so tightly that they’re close to exploding. My own panties are duct-taped into my mouth as a gag. But I’m not blindfolded. No, you want me to be able to see exactly what you’re going to do to me.

I watch as you take your belt off. Are you going to whip me with it or strangle me with it? The thought of either one sends a dark thrill through my already dripping-wet pussy. When the belt settles around my neck, fear and arousal wash over me in a wave. So it’s to be strangling, then.

You step back for a moment to admire your handiwork before you start choking me. I’m there on display for you, ready for whatever you want to do to me.

Please, Sir. Do your worst.

Taboo phone sex with a snuff loving whore

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I’m here to help you indulge in your most evil and taboo phone sex fantasies. I always play the slutty, evil accomplice but I’m willing and more than ready to be your victim. My pussy throbs, pulses and gushes when I think about being tortured and slowly snuffed out but, you already know that. I have a particular scene that’s been on my dirty mind for a while now. I won’t give away all of the details so that we still have plenty to talk about when you call me but I will tell you that I want to be sliced open and mutilated while I’m still alive. I dream of having my organs slowly pulled out and watching you eat them as I fade away. That’s the end goal of course. First, I want you to hold a taser to my clit and fry it to a crisp so that I feel no pleasure. Beat me within an inch of my life and then make me beg for more. I want you to bust the teeth out of my mouth so that you have a gummy, bloody hole to fuck and then after you blow your load down my throat, wash it down with your hot piss. I want you to get creative in describing the torturous ways you’re going to play with me and destroy my body. I’m just a worthless phone slut asking to be used and abused so go ahead and get evil as you possibly can.

 

Choking Pleasure: Cora’s Secret Fantasy

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Hello, my perverted friends, Cora here with a little secret,There’s something about the feeling of a velvet rope around my neck, cutting off my air supply. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and my pussy drools uncontrollably. I remember the first time I discovered this kinky pleasure. The rope tightened around my neck, and the world faded away. My lungs burned, yet my pussy flooded with desire. The contrast between life and death, consciousness and blackness, sent me into a frenzy. I came harder than ever, my body convulsing with pleasure. 

Since then, I’ve craved the feel of that velvet noose. It’s my little kinky secret, a taboo delight that sets my world alight. I’m on my knees, the rope pulled tight. My eyes roll back, and my throat burns as ecstasy courses through my veins. The sexual high is like nothing else. As I struggle for breath, my pussy drips, desperate for release. I’m a mess, gasping for air and dripping with desire. It’s a kinky dance with death, and I’m the leading lady. This dark fantasy’s my little indulgence, a dirty secret I’ll never share. 

You’ve been warned, perverts! Cora’s kinky thoughts are a wild ride. 

Snuff movies makes lil pregnant sluts cum in horror

Snuff moviesThe Snuff movies I make can get very extreme. You might be surprised to find out that there are a lot of  little pregnant sluts out there that are willing to do anything for some cash. The power rush is too real and to be honest I totally lose myself in it.

I will pick out the youngest most desperate slut I can find. I never lie to them, they know what I am and I am a way out. I guess you can call me a armchair gynecologist. I have a way of getting under their skin, I love fucking with their heads and making them cry, just makes the Snuff porn extra special when they have a complete breakdown for the camera.

 I’m a snuff artist. I make scenes not even the devil himself can imagine. My last one I had in a cage for 2 days before I got down to business. She was such a whinner, begging me to let her go, saying she changed her mind. I told the bitch, there is no going back but I guess she was just too dumb to know what that means.

 I take pleasure in the suffering of others, in the way their bodies writhe and convulse under my cruel touch. I love the way their eyes widen with fear and their breath hitches in their throat. I beat the ever living shit out of her, that fucking fetus was already mush in there. It was so hot when it all fell out. I took my biggest dildo and fucked her pussy till the thing’s brains were oozing out. A total masterpiece.

 

Evil Phone Sex is a Torturous Adventure Full of Pleasure

Evil phone sex can be a wonderful way to explore something extreme. My love for extreme snuff is great. In fact I often imagine how it would be to have a legal means of cannibalism. Just like being able to take the worthless drains on society and well… make hamburgers from them.

Now this just triggered a memory from a movie I saw once. This woman would run a B&B of sorts. Rather I think she just rented a room to travelers. Well, often the victims are ones led to her because their rental was already rented.

Anyway so the guy that hooked her up with the unlucky sod was actually the burger shop owner. This woman did the butchering in her own basement. Obviously this turns me on.

Finally I decided to add a large meat grinder and a stainless steel table to my play room. It’s my great pleasure to invite my first victim over for drinks. This is a young black man that has nothing better to do than harass white women and force himself on them.

Ultimately I like to play his game. And let him in my house. But the moment he steps in the threshold I knock him out. Then I drag him down the stairs. Of course carelessly and bonk his head like a plunk plunk plunk down the stairs. But damn! That trail of blood jeeze dude did ya have to bleed so much?

Evil Phone Sex Holds No Boundaries

Finally in my playroom and hooked into a hoist I lift him to the table and start to bleed him. Then as I take a big meat cleaver I chop his limbs off and his head. Then I chop his torso in half. There He is now in portions I can play with.

Would you like to become a flesh gourmet meat finder for me. This one was a little bad on the stomach. I prefer a cleaner and leaner piece. Maybe some young virgins would do us better?

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