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Be My Bloody Phone Sex Valentine

bloody phone sexDo you want to be my bloody phone sex valentine. The most romantic thing a man can do for me is offer himself up for me to butcher. I don’t possess the traditional need for men that most women do. I don’t need them for my financial independence because I make my own money. And I don’t need them to fuck me because that’s why they make sex toys. Plus, I don’t need men to do things for me because I’m a capable woman who can do it all by myself.

So, the only thing men can offer me is their body and soul to destroy. Perhaps, some people might call me a succubus. Personally, I don’t mind that comparison. I’m a sick bitch. But I’m also an island who needs nobody to survive. I just like to kill simps, losers, and assholes. The world will never miss them.

For shits and giggles, I put an ad out on the dark net looking for human sacrifices. And my inbox flooded with guys wanting me to choose them. Maybe they didn’t understand what snuff porn sacrifice meant or perhaps they understand that they contribute nothing to this world and thus do not deserve to continue breathing.

I picked Eddie. And I do my research before I agree to kill anybody or kill with anybody. Stone cold killers, like me, understand the risk we take. First, I need to make sure I’m not being set up. I also like to prepare blackmail material in case somebody tries back paddle.

Some Men are Too Weak to Off Themselves, So They Call Me

Eddie lives a pathetic existence. Tons of social media accounts with very few followers. Never married. Likely still a virgin at 48 years old. No real money of his own; he inherited money from his grandpa. I even found his Tinder profile showing off his little shrimp dick. And I doubt anybody ever swipes right on him.

Couple hours of research and I determined Eddie would be my bloody valentine. He showed up at my place with a bottle of red wine and flowers. Who makes romantic gestures to the woman they paid to kill them. Dumb ass. I took my time torturing Eddie. But somebody else’s pain becomes my aphrodisiac.

I tied Eddie up spread eagle naked, of course. And then I showed him my knife collection. I carved him up with my knives. I carved loser and my initials into his flesh. And I put a castration band around his useless little balls. Plus, I even sliced his little dick off. He’s not using it anyway.

Are You Strong Enough to Be My Bloody Valentine Sacrifice?

This loser paid me $50,000 to end his life. He wanted to be my bloody valentine. And he got what he wanted. No more rejection. No more lonely existence. And no more days of wishing himself dead. He lacked the balls to kill himself, so he paid somebody to do it for him.

Perhaps he had bigger balls than he thought. Before I tossed his body to the wolves, I removed his balls as a souvenir. Castration phone sex after the fact. When you remove the balls postmortem, they do not bleed, and they stay perfectly preserved for a few hours. Just enough time for me to stick them in a jar of formaldehyde.

Eddie knew his life was worth worthless. He just took up space and air. So, he gave himself to me willingly to torture and kill. Are you strong enough to be my bloody valentine too?

Snuff Sex is The Best Conjuring Dark Depths of Desire

It was another Snuff sex scene, that started brutal. 
Suddenly the door creaks open. A hand clamps around my throat from behind, fingers digging deep and choking off my air until stars explode behind my eyes. Yet he squeezes harder, then abruptly releases. Leaving me gasping, dizzy, and my cunt pulsing with fresh need.
Next he shoves me forward. I drop hard to my knees on the icy concrete. Where he approaches me and sizes up my torn whore body.
When he finally stops in front of me, he yanks my head back by the hair.
“Look at me,” he growls. I lift my gaze and meet cold, empty hunger staring back.
Without warning he slaps me viciously across the face, then again on the other side. Tears blur my vision as he tightens his grip until my scalp screams.
“Tell me you want me to hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me,” I choke out, voice raw and trembling.
This makes him chuckle cruelly, then drives his knee into my gut. As the air blasts from my lungs, I collapse. Immediately he grabs my ankles and drags me across jagged concrete that shreds my skin raw.

Snuff Sex is Raw and Without Any Sympathy

Once he reaches the center, he rolls me onto my back, unbuckles his belt, and wraps it around his fist. Leather cracks across my tits. I scream.
Then he strikes over and over,  welts rising fast, breasts bouncing with every brutal lash while my nipples harden in agony. After he tosses the belt aside, he unzips, and pulls out his thickening cock. Then he straddles my chest, and rams it between my lips.
As he fucks my face mercilessly, his hands pinning my skull down. All while driving so deep I gag violently, tears streaming, spit bubbling down my chin. Finally he pulls back just enough for a ragged breath, then slams in again, choking me until panic floods my veins.
Abruptly he withdraws, flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, spits on my ass, and plunges in dry. The searing burn rips through me. I scream into the floor as he pounds without mercy, using my hair like reins to slam even harder, cock stretching my ass hole raw.
Suddenly he pulls out, flips me again, and draws a knife. Now the blade traces my thigh, slicing a thin red line.

 Fear and thrill collide in my clit, This is the making of Snuff Porn

“Are you ready to die, Geneva?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Use me. Kill me.”
Then he smiles cruelly, drags the knife across my throat—shallow, just enough to bleed and fake death. Consequently, warmth spills across my skin.
With conviction, my body convulses in a shattering orgasm, cunt clenching hard, squirting scorching jets across my thighs’.
Nevertheless he watches coldly, I shudder through it, he wipes the blade on my leg, and stands.
“You’re not dying today,” he says, zipping up. and continues : “There’s more fun left in your whore body”.
Next he hauls me up, drags me to a stained mattress, and dumps ice-cold bleach-water over me.
Violently shivering I am left confused. At this point he turns on the camera. The red light blinks to life.
“For posterity,” he says. “So everyone remembers what a worthless slut you are”.
Naturally he slams into my dripping cunt, and pounds me brutally. All while the lens captures every gasp, every tear, every drop of blood and cum.
Now I stare into the camera—broken, bleeding, alive in the filth—and feel completely whole.
Snuff sex

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, Women Have Too

murder phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on murder phone sex fantasies. Trust me, I’ve met a few men who I wanted to strangle myself. Even a submissive, druggie whore fantasizes about killing men and sexually torturing them too.

But I’m not good in the driver seat. So, I’ve often made myself the victim to get what I need. And all I ever need is money for cocaine. However, I recently found myself in a bind. Desperate for money. But that’s nothing unusual. However, none of the normal guys willing to work with me appeared around to abuse me. The weather apparently plans to keep everybody inside. Even the demented men.

So, if I could not make a snuff sex video for money, I didn’t know what to do. I started looking at some ads on the dark net. Maybe I could find somebody new to work with. And all I found was this one little loser looking for extreme cock and ball torture. He offered a mistress $1000 to trample his dick, use a sounding device and maybe even castrate him too.

So, I figured I could pretend to be a mistress for coke money. I’ve done a few castration calls before. I don’t get them often because I am a submissive whore. However, I’m an excellent role player so I could just pretend to be a mistress. And oh my God I enjoyed this loser. But don’t worry, men, I’m still the same druggie submissive bitch you know and love. I can make a lot more money being the punching bag. A grand worth of cocaine doesn’t go far with me, not in today’s economy. So, I’m not ready to hang up my submissive hat quite yet.

Sometimes, I am So Desperate for Money I Try to Be the Mistress

But I did tear this guy’s junk up, and it felt invigorating. In my high stiletto heels, I trampled his junk and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine many times. I used the sounding device with Ben Gay as lubrication to make it burn. And I channeled all my hatred towards a lot of these daddy Dom types into this one loser with a tiny dick. I made him cry. But usually, I’m the one crying.

Although I wanted to slice his balls off, we settled for a different type of castration. I used a castration band around his balls to cut off the circulation. And apparently, in a few days, his balls will fall off. The balls necrotize that way.

He’s been sending me pictures of his balls in various stages of decay, and they appear close to falling off. I enjoyed it. Granted I didn’t make as much money as I’m accustomed to when I’m on the other side of the abuse. But I did enjoy some extreme cock and ball torture sex with a pathetic little loser. However, guys, like I said before, I plan to stay in my lane. Being on the other end of the punching bag makes me far more money.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Specialty So Don’t Try to Fuck Me, Loser

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. Yet every day I get several idiots calling me for vanilla shit like the girlfriend experience. Some men even want me to be their mommy. Do I look like somebody’s fucking mom. I hate brats. No way will I ever be a wife or a mother. And no way will I ever be some basic bitch specializing in the girlfriend experience. Some idiot Instant messaged me this week wanting me to be his submissive little daughter with a cum filled pussy for daddy. I wanted to slit his throat right then and there.

I like knives. And I’m always in control. I’m not your daughter, your girlfriend or your wife. And you’re not my boyfriend, my husband or my son. You can be my victim or my accomplice. But nothing else. Do not ask me to roleplay some lame shit. I’m on a snuff site because I’m a dark sadistic bitch. And my favorite thing to do in this world is castrate losers, and dumb fucks as well as stab, cut up and mutilate all genders with a big fat sharp blade.

Richard hired me recently as his accomplice. He told me he wanted to go hunting for something young and sweet and tender that would feel super tight on his cock. So, the first day we met, we went window shopping so I could get an idea of what he wanted. And then the next night, I got him the perfect girl. I don’t know what the fuck he thought he paid me 50 grand for, but this fuck face acted shocked that I brought him a young girl to fuck and slaughter afterwards.

Sometimes Men Die Simply Because They Are Idiots

You don’t pay somebody that much money for their company. You pay that much money to make a teen rape porn. And you pay that much money so you can enjoy your fun without the fear of going to prison because your accomplice keeps you safe. But when he changed his tune, I let the girl go. However, not before I told her about his intentions. And that the only reason she ended up in this little kill shack was because he wanted to do bad things to her. And I gave her my knife.

I would guess this girl appeared to be in her young teens. Pretty girl and just the type he likes. But I couldn’t let him live. And I could only let her live if she committed a crime, so I could control her. She seemed to know what she wanted to do. She lunged at him and stabbed him right in the gut. I think this girl might like horror movies. Once the knife plunged straight into his belly button, she yanked it all the way up to the sternum, then back down and his guts and entrails literally spilled on the floor. She stood there in awe and amazement over what she did to him.

Although I Hate Brats, Sometimes I Meet

Now I think I could be a mother to a girl like that. No hesitation. No guilt. And at that moment she knew what she needed to do to survive. She never fucking hesitated. As he lay there bleeding out on the floor, trying to push his insides back where they belong, I instructed her to slice of his cock and his balls off, and shove them in his mouth. She giggled but did it quickly and happily.

Because I like this girl, I gave her half the money he paid me. And I told her to keep it a secret from her parents as well. What occurred in that cabin stays in that cabin. Then I drove her back to where I nabbed her from. I trust her. She won’t say a word because she liked the kill too much. I saw a lot of me inside of her. Although it is true, I’m not a fan of brats, every now and then I meet a young schoolgirl who I mentor. And I think I just found my new snuff sex mentee.

Necrophilia Phone Sex : The Best Kind of Graveyard Fun

My Necrophilia phone sex dungeon reeks of mildew, blood, and decaying flesh. No doubt this air is thick enough to choke and gag. Here I am found, straddling a man’s shattered chest. With my dress hiked up, bare cunt grinding down onto his blood-smeared sternum. This is foreplay.

It’s his weakening heartbeat pulses against my swollen clit like a dying drum, sending jagged spikes of pleasure through my body. As I rock slowly at first, then harder, my slick folds smearing crimson streaks across his skin as arousal floods my dripping hot and slick juices down his sides.

Now I need more and my scalpel bites into his collarbone, carving jagged spirals splitting flesh with crimson streaks. Blood erupts in thick pulses. I then greedily scoop it up. With my fingers plunging into the wound before thrusting them deep into my throbbing pussy.

Three digits now, curling viciously inside me, and hooking against my G-spot. All while the metallic warmth coats my insides.

Each savage stab of the blade makes him convulse. These spasms rock my hips, forcing my fingers deeper, as my inner muscles clenching in rhythmic ecstasy around the intrusion.

Deeper cuts follow—gouging into his abdomen, peeling back layers of muscle in ragged flaps, exposing quivering organs slick with gore. His body bucks in agony, the violent jerks slamming up into her cunt like involuntary thrusts. Hungrily I ride the torment, free hand clawing at my own tits.

While my nails raking my nipples until they bleed, mixing my pain with his in a symphony of ruin.

Immediately, fingers piston faster inside my, blood-lubed and relentless, hole stretching wider as orgasm mounts.

Now I revive him with ammonia’s sharp bite, eyes locking on his terror-glazed stare. And I mount his face.

Necrophilia Phone Sex  Makes Me Shudder with Ecstatic Convulsions of Bliss

My blood soaked lips seal over his mouth and nose, suffocating him in my musky heat. His feeble tongue lashes out in panic, flicking against my clit. As I grind down mercilessly, forcing it deeper into my pussy folds while blood from his wounds slickens me more.

Then his drowning desperation vibrates through me. His final gurgles humming against my sensitive nerves like a twisted vibrator.

Continually I grind and fuck his dying face. And I do so with abandon, hips slamming, cunt contracting in brutal waves as climax erupts. Leaving a torrent of squirt gushing over his face, flooding his throat, and drowning him.

Finally dismounting on trembling legs, thighs coated in mingled fluids, I raise the sledgehammer. Wildly, swings crash down—knees exploding in bone shards. His arms pulverized to pulp. Lastly, his skull caving with a wet, final crunch that sprays gray matter across my calves.

Then aftershocks ripple through my pussy, clit still pulsing, as I stroke the jar’s glass. Leading me into gazing at the preserved cock within, already aching to claim the next victim.

Ultimately, Morticia thrives in the fusion: orgasm born of obliteration, violence as the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

The altar demands more. Hail Satan

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are Best Explored in Winter

killer phone sexI tell men all the time if you enjoy killer phone sex fantasies, winter becomes the best time to explore them. One of things I’ve learned over the years as a sick bitch and killer for hire is that winter helps hide the evidence. Now I know what you’re thinking. Extreme cold does prevent rapid decomposition. Because it freezes the body. But the scent of a dead body frozen or not will bring out hungry, starving wildlife to dispose of their remains for you.

Although bears do hibernate, they still come out looking for food before they return to their hiding places. Plus, coyotes scavenge no matter what time of year it might be. I don’t believe in burying bodies because they always get discovered eventually. It’s true. Some brat digging in the sand or somebody deciding to build a house and they excavate the land. I’ll leave my bodies out in the open in a secluded wooded area, of course. And I leave the rest to nature.

I teach this to men who hire me to kill someone for them, or they simply want me as their accomplice for their little snuff sex revenge. Tony hired me for such an encounter this week. Tony told me about his ex-wife problem. A gold-digging whore. And a blackmailing whore too. I agreed she needed to go.

So, listen to this bullshit. My client fucked a teen girl. Just a teen girl from the neighborhood. Perhaps her age might raise eyebrows. But I’m pretty sure a teen girl knows exactly what she’s doing. His ex found out he fucked the neighbor girl.

Killing in Winter Makes Body Disposal Easier

And instead of acting concerned for the girl, she saw it as an opportunity to extort money from her ex-husband. More money than she deserved. More money than the law would give her. She dies her secret goes with her. I protect my client and his money.

I kidnapped the bitch for him. And I took her to my cabin in the woods because the wildlife love me there. And I let him go to town on her. His snuff show. And his rage came out as he stabbed her probably close to 200 times. Now I would’ve prolonged her agony. The bitch deserved to feel some pain. And she did, I’m sure because he plunged that knife deep into her flesh. At one point, her blood started to spill towards me, so I dipped my hand in it and masturbated so she could see. I wanted to make sure she knew I would not help her.

His money paid for snuff porn. And I just helped grab her and dispose of her body. He even fucked her while she bled out. And I told him put your DNA all over the cunt because my accomplices in the woods would not leave a trace of her. And they didn’t. We watched through the window as bears and coyotes played tug-of-war with her corpse.

He paid me. And I cleaned up my cabin. And we went home knowing no body, no crime. Can I tell you how much I love killing during winter

Killer phone sex, deep in the woods, I lure them

Killer phone sex I’m a Killer phone sex queen. I have lured so many victims to their demise and our pleasure.

When I became your accomplice, it all felt so natural. Everything falls into place when you are doing what you are meant to do.

I am meant to fuck and kill!

 

For me, it is to be soaked in blood and cum. The most fun I have had, though, is when I lure someone into the woods. Especially when it is a challenge for me. Like the last guy, a weary hunter with enough sense to know, seeing me was a red flag.

My beauty or advances didn’t phase him; his instincts told him I was a threat. He really made me step up my game. It’s so hot when I pretend to be a helpless victim. I think I told him, “I’m sorry, I just ran away from my boyfriend, and I was afraid that if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t help me, and that’s why I flashed my pussy.”

My sad story and pouty face put him at ease. See, I know which ones want to feel like a hero. I did that, and he is mine now. So, my hero says, he will help. We set off to his car, and before we are halfway, I pretend to fall. He comforts me, and I turn on those tears perfectly. He gets closer, and our lips touch.

It switches to passionate kissing, with my hand on his dick. He must have been going through a dry spell because that thing was so fucking hard. I push him down on the ground and pull it out to mount. Oh my, how good it felt to ride him as I beat his head in with a rock. Did you see that coming when you were jerking it?

When you watch me do my nasty Snuff sex thing, it makes it even better. I think the last thing he felt was my pussy squirting all over him. What a lucky guy!

 

 

 

Uncategorized Layla Kidnapped Slut Forced To Fuck Horny Men

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I’m already dripping before they even touch me, heat pooling between my thighs, body aching for hands, mouths, anything. Uncategorized, tonight is exactly what I live for… chaos, lust, greed, and every filthy thing I crave. I don’t fight it. They won’t stop. I let them circle me, leaning in, teasing, breathing hot on my neck, and I shiver like a slut on fire.

One slips behind me, hands rough but welcomed, and I moan against his shoulder, letting him take what he wants while another slides in front, watching me arch, lips parted, teasing, pressing myself against him, tasting his need through his hands. I’m moaning, whining, begging even though no one told me to… I want this, I want all of them. I want them greedy, needy, desperate, and I can feel it in the way they’re looking at me, the way they can’t get enough.

I let one man guide me to my knees, moaning into him, loving the way he groans, loving the way they all wait for their turn, loving the hunger in the air. Another presses behind me, hand sliding along my body, teasing, taking, making me squirm until I can barely breathe. I let them share me, play with me, use me, because it’s hot, filthy, wrong, and I crave it more than anything.

My moans bounce off the walls, loud, messy, shameless. I grind, arch, let them tug at my hair, kiss my neck, pin me down, and I love it… love how greedy, how desperate, how shameless they make me feel. Every gasp, every shiver, every pleading look I give them only makes them want me harder, faster, hungrier, and I melt into it, letting myself be consumed, letting myself be taken, letting myself be their filthy little toy.

By the time they’re all leaning over me, hands everywhere, eyes blazing, I’m drowning in heat, moaning, whining, trembling. I’m soaking, greedy, hungry, shivering from pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. I want more, I want all of them, I want them messy and desperate, I want this chaos and lust and filth all over me.

I collapse into them finally, tangled, slick, moaning, laughing, loving every second. They’ve taken me, shared me, made me their little nigger slut, and I love it. I’ll let them again, tomorrow, the next night… because this is exactly what I crave. I’m Layla, the filthiest slut you ever had, and giving myself like this, letting them have me, is the hottest, dirtiest thing I could ever want, enjoying the cum all over my face.

Torture sex gives makes me orgasm till I pass out

Torture sex for three days straight isn’t out of the norm for me. My Master worships the Dark Lord, and so do I. He introduced me to the world of the dark arts, and if I want unlimited youth, I must get fucked for the devil on the full moon. The last time I barely remember it.

So many men had to give me a brutal hardcore fucking.Torture sex

After the first day, I was already sore. They fucked me so hard I lost consciousness. I was weaving into this world and the underworld.

I felt my Dark Lord by myside, encouraging me to keep up the devious deeds. I thank the Dark Lord for guidance. It is he who has the true power.

The maelstrom of carnal torture begins, an unending parade of erections straining to breach my battered threshold. I lose count of how many cocks fuck me.

And each penetration is more brutal than the next, but I can feel my body becoming younger and tighter. There is a price for everything, and I don’t think it’s too much for the Dark Lord to ask for a sacrifice.

The Dark Lord’s energy courses through me, an infernal elixir that fuels my endurance. I am so lucky when I feel his presence.

A scaly phantom touch that caresses my skin, urging me further into depravity. So I don’t fight, I scream and take the pain. Each gush of blood or semen is a hymn to his glory.

As the ritual concludes and I’m left to recover, I feel a wrenching sense of youth and beauty.  He is the one who granted me this twisted blessing, who holds the true power to bestow eternal youth upon those who dare to worship him with depraved Blasphemy sex. And so, I prepare for the next full moon, eager to once again submit to the brutal sacraments that keep me forever young.

Mutilation phone sex, because the bitch looks better bloody

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex slave, ripe for the most unfathomable torments, lies before us. Her very existence is for us to enjoy and give her the ultimate degradation.

She’s so young and innocent, and we get the chance to annihilate her.

So, I slice her pretty little face with your cock down her throat. The crimson streams drizzle down her porcelain cheeks.

The mixture of tears and blood put a fire between my legs. I grind against her and hold her head down. Bitch is going to choke on your cock.

I really want to freak her out. I want every moment to be torment and terror. Therefore, I force the cold, unyielding barrel of my revolver against her head and ask her where I should put it. Her ass or her tiny bald pussy?

Poor little thing cries constantly. But she really loses it when she felt the gun in her cunt and heard the clicking as I press the trigger. As it turns out, that thing was loaded. I thought it’s empty, but there was one left in the barrel.

Good thing it didn’t go off. Her hole would have been too blown out for your cock. I’m glad we made it to the true carnal crucifixion. Every coaxing thrust of your cock into her torn, bleeding cunt filled me with orgasmic power.

Your cock inside her tiny ass made her want to end it all herself.

To get a little bitch like that to try and end it all was a new thrill for me. There she is, beating her head against the floor in a futile attempt to escape. I think I stopped her just in time. All that blood on her face made me pussy drool. Her blood, so sweet, it’s a shame she couldn’t hang out longer. The next one, we’ll be she

In the end, as I release my seed deep within her shattered womb, I am left with a sense of grim satisfaction. For in destroying this snuff sex slave, I have not only claimed her body, but shattered her very essence. She is no more than a husk, a vessel for my darkest desires, and in that lies her ultimate degradation.