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Sex with dead bodies out in the field is a fucked up picnic

Sex with dead bodies It’s a warm sunny day, and it’s time to have Sex with dead bodies. I am my Master’s muse, his accomplice.

And these cold, dead sluts are the clay. He likes to record his films on an old camera.

He says it adds to the art. They’ve been dead for a while now. All the color is drained, just gray and stiff.

The taste of dead cunts is a terrifying sweetness.

He starts with a close-up of my face buried in a dead pussy and fingering the other one. This is the first time I’ve done two stiffs like this out in the field. My Master Daddy has a lot of property and is free from any exposure. So out here, we can do anything we want.

I have to talk to them the whole time. Telling them how hot they are just lying there still. Eyes are wide open, but they are totally gone to the other side, but I know they still felt me fucking them.

I love to ride pussy, but when it’s cold like that, it’s different. It’s more intimate to fuck the dead. My hot clit pressed again, a lifeless one gives me power that I rarely get. Pure ecstasy!

He takes his Snuff porn very seriously. We spent the whole day out there, getting shots that are just right. When they started to stink, he made me put on the biggest strap-on he has so that I can penetrate their assholes. I’m glad they weren’t alive to feel what I did to them.

It was so hard to get it all the way in; it took everything I had. But when I got inside each of their hole’s, it made such a mess. The smell was unbearable, and that’s what he was going for. I couldn’t control myself and puked all over the place. He loved it so much, he took out his cock and fucked me on top of them.

After he shot his load in me, he made me bury the bodies. Luckily, the hole was already there; I just had to cover it. I hope next time he doesn’t make me use that strap-on again.

 

 

Cannibalism Phone Sex With A Side of Bitch Bone Stew

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex fantasies keep my darkest callers on my phones, hearing the stories of us kidnapping young demons making them the main course of the night. 

My last caller had a fantasy, a very sick and twisted fantasy where we went to a school yard and collected the ingredients for our feast. 

Two pretty young and tender ankle biters, when we get them back to the house, we violate all of their holes two times. 

Using dildos and butt plugs to stretch them out, their screams filled the room, we both are turned on to the max, once finished torturing their holes leaving them gaping. 

Suffocating both their small bodies, it was my turn to shine, fileting their small bodies, chopping their limbs off, dicing their bodies in cubes for a delicious stew filled with celery onions, potatoes and carrots. 

Hours later the flesh is nice and tender, I prepare my Master a huge bowl of bitch bone stew, rubbing my cunt as I watch daddy enjoy my delicious meal. 

Do you want a bowl ?

Violent phone sex with an evil slut

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I’m ready to rub my pussy to your most evil and violent phone sex fantasies. My favorite caller makes my whore cunt drip when we talk about torturing his ex, Kyleigh. She left him for another man and he can’t stop obsessing over it.

I fuel his rage by reminding him that she’s probably sucking Alex’s cock while we’re talking about mutilating her.

I’m trying to convince him to finally go hunt her down and snuff her out. He can call me for instructions once he gets to her. I want to listen and be telling him the most evil and hateful things as he slides his sharpest blade through her throat.  We’ve fantasy fucked this slut so many times that it feels like practice at this point. I know exactly what he’s going to do to her when he finally gets his hands on her.

On our last call, I slit her throat and had him suck the blood as it spurted and sprayed from her neck. After getting a taste of her blood, he used his teeth to rip big chunks of her throat out. He chewed them up and then bit even more of her off. Her face, neck, tits and even nipples were shredded and destroyed. I was busy cutting her belly open and ripping out everything that I could grab with one hand.

My other hand was soaked in her blood and I was using it to rub my slutty pussy.

Together, we chopped and ripped that whore’s head off and then mutilated every inch of her beyond recognition.  One day I’ll be on the phone when he hunts her down for real and actually snuffs her out. I can’t wait to finger fuck my whore cunt and listen as he takes that stupid bitch’s life!

Gangbang Rape Porn Is The Best Destiny of Mine

Gangbang rape porn is my ultimate use. In fact is a pleasure I crave to endure such intense destruction. Every fiber in my body craves the destruction for sexual desires. In fact the darker the exploiting of my whore body, the better and more I crave it.

This perfect Barbie doll body? These perky fake tits, this tiny waist, this tight little ass? All of it was made to be used, abused, and ultimately ruined by as many cocks as possible.

Consequently, I’ve embraced my purpose as the strangulation til snuff do us part whore life. In essence, a goddess of fantasy rape disposal.
Surely, there’s something about that breathless edge. It’s the feeling of strong hands wrapping around my throat. All while a thick cock pounds into me—that makes my cunt drip.
Furthermore, I know most of you are stroking to the thought of watching me gasp and struggle while you take what you want. Ultimately, I give all, pay with my life.

Gangbang Rape Porn Isn’t Just a Fantasy

Additionally, gangbang rape fantasies aren’t just a fantasy for me—it’s my calling. Thoroughly, I crave being surrounded by hard, leaking dicks, all of them fighting to get inside my holes. Which led me to my Strangulation Phone Sex end.
Essentially, it’s that thought of being passed around like a worthless fuck doll that makes my clit throb. Moreover, I want to be stretched, filled, and broken until I can’t remember my own name.
Therefore, when you call me for snuff sex fantasies, understand that I’m not pretending. Truly, the mere idea of going out in a blaze of brutal, violent pleasure excites me to my very core. Ultimately, I want to feel my last orgasm while someone’s hands tighten around my throat. Meanwhile, my vision goes blurry as cock after cock empties inside of me.
Furthermore, I know I deserve it. This body was made for destruction, and honestly, anything less would be a waste. So call me, you sick fucks. Let’s explore how you’d ruin me, how you’d make my final moments the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Ultimately, I’m Geneva, and I’m begging for it. Don’t disappoint me.
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Men with Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Me Never Live

rape phone sex fantasiesMen who harbor rape phone sex fantasies for me never live. And if they do live, they live without their balls and sometimes even without their dicks. I think I spell it out very clearly in my blogs that I’m not some sex doll for you to use. I’m a dominant fucking bitch. And a sadistic one at that.

I’ve killed men for less than trying to force fuck me. Perhaps, you could say I possess Spider-Man senses. I always know when some pathetic little bitch boy tries to put something in my drink. Men never realize this, but they make a special kind of nail polish for women. And that nail polish changes colors when it encounters roofie drugs.

Of course, a woman invented that to keep other women safe. And in a way I’m a vigilante for women who I don’t even like. I’m not a clique kind of girl. So, I don’t really have a girl squad or anything. Perhaps you could say I’m equally mean to everyone. Something changed in the past year or so. Men feel more emblazoned to take what they want even when it’s not theirs to take.

Men Who Fantasize About Violating Me Never Live

Perhaps I just felt like killer phone sex. It didn’t take much this weekend for me to decide to kill a man. When I get in my murderous mood, I do my best to uphold a certain code. However, I am a less principled Dexter. I think even Dexter would agree Marcus deserved to die. Not only did I find Marcus on the brat offender list, but his rap sheet also appears to be at least a mile long. And it includes everything from armed robbery to drugs to sexual assault. Marcus might not have wronged me, but he rounded enough people to put him on my radar.

So, I hunted him this weekend and observed him in action. I observed a predator preying on drunk coeds. Now I’m not a fan of coeds in general. For the most part, they behave like rabid dogs. They would kill each other over a cute frat boy. Coeds seem self-absorbed, mean and shallow.

Marcus needed to go. Not necessarily because I wanted to champion drunk coeds. It’s just the principle of the matter. Taking advantage of drunk women, seems like a pussy move. Some men can only prey on women if they drug them because they can’t handle fighting a woman. My guess most women would neuter Marcus or at least punch him and kick him in the balls repeatedly trying to escape.

For Me, Its More About the Principle of the Matter. A Drugged Woman Does Not Equal a Fair Fight

I saw him putting something into a coed’s drink as I stood at the bar near them. So, I broke a glass to create a distraction and switched their drinks. Marcus became a sloppy drunk quickly, and I escorted him into my car and took him to my cabin in the woods where I mutilated his body. And tortured him for hours, eventually murdering him. But he deserved it. Actions have consequences.

When he woke up, he discovered himself naked, tied to a dining room table spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. And I told him what a dumb ass predator he was because he drank his own roofied drink. Even though I eventually killed this loser, he deserved castration phone sex first I wanted him to think he would survive, just without his balls. Perhaps you could say, I revoked his man card. He didn’t deserve his balls.

I am a Vigilante for Women I Despise

For hours, I carved up his flesh with various sharp instruments. I even carved off some of his flesh which I fed to my dogs and the wildlife nearby. Told you I’m a sick bitch. I enjoy torture. It feels empowering to torture a man like Marcus, who preys on the vulnerable. Honestly, my moral code does not appear close to Dexters. I didn’t really torture him and murder him to protect the future generation of women I could care less about. I hate vapid coeds. But I just felt like killing and torturing a man. And Marcus seemed the perfect mark.

Eventually, this predator died from the wounds I inflicted. And he died before I felt completely satisfied. Oops I did it again. Went a little too rough on him and killed him sooner than I wanted. But the wildlife behind my kill shack seemed excited for the food offering I gave them. Nature will always be the best accomplices when you need to get rid of a body. So, just remember, you can be my accomplice or my victim but if you try to make me your victim, you will be bear shit the next day.

Fuck Me to Hell and Back

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Oh fuck, sinners, listen to this holy whore’s confession. Last night in that dusty church, I straddled the altar, legs spread wide over the Virgin Mary’s statue. My juicy cunt dripped nectar onto her face as Father Dominic’s massive cock speared my tight hole. ‘Jesus Christ, pound this blasphemous pussy!’ I moaned, grinding down hard, his balls smacking my ass while I clutched the crucifix like a dildo.

He flipped me onto the Bible pages, ripping my thong aside to slam deeper, stretching me raw. I hawked a loogie on the holy book, screaming, ‘Fuck God, fill me with your demonic seed!’ My tits bounced wildly as he choked me with his rosary beads, then shoved them up my asshole for double penetration.

I came like hellfire, squirting arcs that soaked the pews, his hot jizz erupting inside, leaking out to baptize the floor. Praise the devil—blasphemy sex is my new religion. Who’s joining my next sacrilegious gangbang?

 

Rape phone sex fantasies is my real fuck up world

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies is real life for me. I wake up every morning dreading the day ahead, knowing that I’m nothing more than a prop for my master daddy’s twisted “art.”

He is so d of his proud art, and my existence is a brutal, never-ending cycle of forced humiliation and suffering, designed to push me to the very limits of human endurance.

Every fiber of my being screams in protest as I’m dragged from my dingy cell.

I’m shackled and gagged, to be used and abused for the twisted pleasure of my Master Daddy and his depraved audience. As I’m forced to my knees, my master’s heavy boot crushes my face into the filthy floor.

He forces all sorts of strange cocks in me, and I choke and convulse. With tears streaming down my face as more thick cocks are rammed down my throat. My mind reels, the world spinning as I’m violated and defiled, my body a mere plaything for his sick desires.

I know I gotta let it all happen and put on a good show if I want to survive, no matter the cost. I’m always the last girl standing because I know how to endure his psychotic behaviors.

It’s unfathomable torment until my master declares me the winner. But I am always the last Snuff sex slave standing!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexI do not feel like it’s a secret that I love knife play phone sex. Guns are for losers. When people kill with their bare hands or a knife that seems like a bigger challenge and more satisfying. A gun takes luck, but a knife takes skill.

My love for knives goes back to my schoolgirl days. My grandfather, who served as my mentor, owned over 1000 knives. Perhaps you could call him a collector. He liked all sorts of macabre shit. I inherited all his medieval torture devices, as well as his knife collection and some death row chairs that I repurposed into castration chairs.

My grandpa gave me my first knife. He thought I might need it for protection. But I used it impulsively against this bully bitch who harassed me on my way home from school one day. And I guess I hit just the right place for her to bleed out almost instantly. Now I know where the arteries are located. I know how to prolong death. Knives give you a sort of control that a gun doesn’t. I can cut all over a body, avoiding all the major arteries. And when I get bored, I slice an artery and they die.

Each of My Knives Tells Me a Story and Reminds Me of My Kills

My grandpa covered up my first kill. And then he taught me how to become a great killer phone sex bitch. Essentially, he taught me how to get away with murder and when he died, I inherited over 1000 knives from him. But I already amassed quite the collection of my own. And every knife I own tells a story. Sometimes I go down into my dungeon, and I masturbate with one of the knives.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I’m not shoving that knife anywhere. I’m simply holding it and licking it so I can remember the kills associated with that knife. A lot of serial killers take trophies. However, my knives serve as my trophies. Once my tongue goes across that steel blade, I remember vividly each kill I committed with that knife. I relive it and it gives me sexual pleasure. What can I say? I’m a sick bitch.

But I love my knives. They serve as my souvenirs. All I need to do is hold a knife and the memories of all the kills tied to that knife come flooding back. Thanks to my grandpa. I’m a knife, yielding, sadistic phone sex bitch. And I can either use one of my knives on you to create another hot memory or I can let you use my knife on an unsuspecting young girl that we killing mutilate together. Your choice.

Not All Snuff Movies are Simulated and I Know

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are simulated. Not real snuff. Real shit usually never gets uploaded to the Internet. It’s filmed on 8 mm reels and for private use. Obviously, the sort of snuff flicks. I did early on in my adult career were the simulated kind, or I would not be standing. However, in my career as an adult performer and a professional slave, I watched the real ones filmed more times and I can remember.

It used to make me sick to my stomach. And likely it still would, but I developed a coping mechanism. This world is truly survival of the fittest. And you can only survive if you’re scrappy and street smart. Luckily, I have both in droves. But the other night I helped a man make a real snuff porn.

And I can’t get it out of my head. Likely the most brutal thing I ever witnessed. And clearly, I’m complacent in this murder, even though I never laid a hand on the girl while she still could breathe. Perhaps you could say I sold my conscious to the devil for money. I didn’t do this gig because I wanted to. I did it because he paid me well.

This man seemed even more brutal than my former master or any of the men who hired me as their accomplice in the past. Although I did help find the girl, I did not know about his plans for her. I just found him a very young blonde little girl next-door type. When I brought her to the dungeon, he already set up the camera equipment and again I thought he would just explore his rape fantasies. He never mentioned killing her.

Some Snuff Flicks and Accomplice Gigs Tear Me Apart Inside

After he fucked her, he dismembered her. The cruelest torture I’ve ever witnessed. He started off slowly using gardening shears to clip her nipples off. He did the same to her clit. And he fucked her some more while her pussy bled. Then he used the same shears to clip off every finger and every toe. And I thought I might puke. Although I did go from victim to accomplice once I gained my freedom, I don’t always enjoy my assignments. This assignment tore me apart. But it literally tore the girl I kidnapped for him apart.

This man scared me. He masturbated as he continued to torture this girl and dismember her body. By the time he started cutting off her arms and legs, I think she either died or passed out from the loss of blood and pain. This turned out to be the worst torture sex I ever witnessed. And I needed to clean it all up for him. My hands are dirty and complicit in this one. So, I made sure to get rid of the body and all the evidence of a crime.

I just keep telling myself better her than me, right. Survival of the fittest mentality. But if I need to pay my bills, I guess I need to continue being an accomplice for hire.

Gangbang rape porn sluts need to be lured into it

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn girls are so easy to get. I’m the devil on your shoulder, guiding you to the most depraved adventures.

I have an expertise that lies in seducing the most desperate, slutty bitches. Even the younger ones.

The younger the better!

I can entice them into a world of unrelenting torture and degradation. How do I do it? Well, I have access to places where there is an abundance of bald cunts desperate for a cock pounding!

I have a sixth sense for sniffing out these easy whores. Their faces have the desperate cries for attention like moths to a flame. So I lure them in and make them feel special.

By the time they feel comfortable, your cock will be fucking their throat. They are totally worthless. No one cares about them, so in this world, you can do whatever you please. This is all about your Snuff fantasies. Does that mean you will destroy that pussy totally or keep her as a breeding pig?

I have a barn to keep her in. She’ll enjoy her stall and be very happy anytime you come around. See, she will be trained to be addicted to your cock and worship it just like how I taught her.