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Cannibalism phone sex in the Red Light District was a Great Time

Last week you may have noticed your favorite Cannibalism phone sex demoness gone. Obviously I am back and I just took a little vaca to the Red Light District of Amsterdam to check out the scene. In fact I have a lover there that also works the red light district windows. I will only to refer to them as windows from this point forward.

Anyway, as I was saying the two of us got super evil. We always get our energies so entwined that it will be Hell that gets raised when we are together. She arranged for me to join her. Nothing hotter for these lame assed dick drains than to have two hot Gothic witches control and destroy them.

The first window shopper was a true gem of an idiotic dick brainer. Drunk and too stoned amateur college fucker. In these massive crowds in this city anyone can go missing. And a few did that week.

This little dicked coward was so much fun. We tied him up after stripping him of his laimo Hawaiian shirt and khaki’s. Had him tied and gagged and we started to get Hard Candy on his ass. The two evil bitches that teased and taunted him. Getting his cocklet erect and throbbing. He was struggling hard but his cock said different.

Cannibalism Phone Sex was a feast for all…

Laina and I knelt down as though we were about to worship his pathetic Vienna with our luscious wet mouths. We held his gaze as we both took razor sharp blades in our rings to his tender ball sack. The excitement (or maybe likely Pain) in his eyes was amazing.

As we proceeded to remove his balls from their flesh our mouths watered. We popped those bad boys in our mouths and smiled as with took that first bite. He slowly became dismantled and ingested by the two of us.

Once we vomited up his filth we fed it to the next victim. There were 2 the first night. The following nights we savored each one for 12 hrs of torturous joy and a succulent feast with friends. Feeding the stoned a new kind of curry was easy.

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Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Snuff Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps You Explore Your Darkest Fantasies

snuff sexSnuff sex accomplice Cassandra helps you explore your darkest fantasies. I have that reputation. Most men know me. At least men who travel in the snuff world know me. I never believed that I would be helping men force fuck and murder girls. But a girl needs to eat, right?

A new client came into my life recently. Tall, dark, handsome strangers will always be my favorite, especially ones with money. He needed a woman who could do a thing for him. The thing involved a cute teen cock tease. I do not ask too many questions. But he gave me details I did not need. He started banging this high school cheerleader. Now, she told him he knocked her up and she suddenly turned into an extortionist. He could lose everything.

I Love Being Your Accomplice

Not on my watch. The money he paid me covers my bills for a couple years. So, snuff porn would be her fate. I lured her away telling her I represented a model agency. I catered to her vanity. And it worked like a charm. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. She bought everything I told her, but once she saw the inside of the no tell motel, she knew something went awry.

I gave her a drink. But it contained crushed up Xanax. I did not want her fighting me or screaming. She fell asleep quickly. And that was when my client, her lover, showed up. He needed to fuck her one more time. For me, watching a man explore his rape phone sex fantasies turns me on. I masturbated and watched him violate her jailbait pussy one more time. She never moved.

Killing her turned out to be too easy. With her pussy full of his cum, I suffocated her while she laid there limp. Honestly, easy kills disappoint me. I got a taste for blood early in my snuff career. Maybe you have a victim for me who will put up a struggle.

Snuff sex where you cum and then crash!

       Snuff sex where you cum and then crash! Just think of it, you are driving down the country backroads at 90 mph. In the meantime, ISnuff sex am being a good and dutiful girlfriend (rare I know), unzipping your pants. Pulling out your cock.

       Pay attention to the road. Need not crash before the best parts. Tongue licking around the head of your cock. Tightening my grip around the base of your cock. Holding on as your car speeds up with the pressure of my mouth sucking down harder. Pulling you deeper into my mouth. Pulling the sweet little drops of pre-cum right down my throat.

       Massaging those balls, making them tighter as the car accelerates a little more. Moving faster on the stick shift. Nails digging into the sensitive skin right at the base of your cock, teeth grazing down your length.

       You know you like your cock disappearing all the way down my throat. Hold my head down on you as you take a wicked turn around the bend. Faster I suck, moving hand and mouth over you. Pulling your balls into my mouth and sucking down on them.   

       Hand stroking your stick as I pay special attention to your balls. Making sure they are filling up and getting firm. Let me teeth sink into the skin pulling on them, shaking my head. Pinching your mushroom head to keep your pre-cum in.

       By all means I do want you to cum just not yet. Feel the tickle in your belly as your fly over a hill topping speeds of one hundred. You are getting so close. I am able to feel it.

       Rough tracks ahead. That is all I need to push you over the cliff into orgasm. Closing my lips over your head, pulling you fully into my mouth. Down the hill we plunge, hitting those tracks as you cum into my mouth. Cum pouring down my throat. Balls in my hand, closing tightly, pressing all your cum out that I am able out of your balls through your shaft to swallow you as we hit the tracks.

       Airborne.

       The weightless feeling, you shout out. Fist clenching pushing me down onto your stick even harder as your semen is drained. Car landing, flipping, twisting, turning. Under the dash I am wedged as you are tossed about in the car. Those tracks are deadly as the car continues to careen down the hill. Finally, coming to rest at the bottom, smoking, a mangled mess.

       Looking up at you, I see you didn’t fare any better than the car did. It is important to remember before we crashed you did cum one last time. In the end it is a great way to go out of this world.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?

Snuff Porn Accomplice Cassandra Helps with Killer Rape Fantasies

snuff pornI love snuff porn. Watching it turns me on. I made a bunch too back in my younger days. For a teenage runaway and high school dropout, my options proved slim. But I do not hold on to any regrets. Why should I? The underground sex word proved profitable for me. Although it proved dangerous too, I can thrive now, when I used to barely survive.

I am still in contact or at least know how to contact most of my dark underground snuff film makers. So, when a client contacts me for something outside of my wheelhouse, I can put him in contact with the right person. And maybe collect a small finders fee in the process. Jim wanted to make a snuff sex flick with his daughter. And not a fake one either. However, that required helped for me to pull off.

But I knew just the guy. The same guy who used to own me. Normally, I do jobs for him. Felt nice to call upon him for once. Funny, I hated being his slave. I never knew if I’d live or die. But once I aged out, I fought to live and made myself invaluable to him. He told me I was the first former slave to live and talk about it. I believe him too.

I can lure young girls to him safer than he can try to nab them himself. So, he needs me now. For predators, modern technology works against them. Parents and police alike can find brats with Air tags, and cell phones and alerts far too quickly these days. But I can lure a girl to him without her pressing any kind of panic button or screaming for help.

Every Man Wants an Accomplice Like Me!

 Jim gave his daughter to my former master willingly. No alerts. No tracking devices to locate the girl. And no screaming or fighting because she felt safe with daddy. Dumb cunt. Jim just wanted to watch his daughter die. He wanted to live vicariously through another man’s rape phone sex fantasies for his daughter, and not be tied to her disappearance or her murder. I would give Jim his airtight alibi for when the girl went missing.

I am a very skilled forger. Something I learned early on being a jailbait girl working in porn. Now, my skills would awe even the FBI. So, I forged a runaway letter that made it appear she ran away from her mother’s place to go find her father, but never made it to him. And my former master fucked and killed a girl while her father watched and masturbated. No more brat support payments for daddy. Now, I call that a win-win situation. My client paid me for my accomplice role. My former master got to fuck and slaughter a young virgin girl relatively safely. And daddy can save a couple grand a month.

Evil Phone Sex for Demonic Possession and Fantasy Rape

When you think of Evil phone sex what comes to mind? Could be me the dark succubus goddess of sin and Satanism. Generally speaking I am into all things sadistic. That is when it comes to me being the sadist. To clarify, I will not be a victim, ever.

So the best time is helping callers destroy their wives and daughters. All of this in the name of Satan. There is no need to deny yourself the greatest pleasures of giving your soul to Satan and sacrificing the virginal daughter and the cunt wife. Let Satan inside.

Don’t deny the evil pleasures that stir in your groins as you are taken with the innate desires to violate, destroy and kill the loved ones that have denied you. Understand that submitting to me, Morticia you are giving your soul to Satan.

Finally the feeling of the greatest pleasures ever are filling your balls. Violating and breaking that virgin seal. In order to submit fully you must pop that that virgin open and slit her throat. And before sacrificing your own soul completely we must feast upon the hearts of both your wife and your daughters.

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Ass Rape Porn: I Find the Young Talent for Your Fantasies

ass rape pornAs a former ass rape porn star, I know what men want when they need an anal whore. Mike hired me to find him a couple anal whores. He knew what he wanted too. All that mattered to him was their age and gender. He wanted a boy and a girl. I thought about it. This was a first for me in my accomplice role. No man yet has hired me to bring him some boy ass. It excited me too.

When I am hired to kidnap some young morsel for a client, I make sure I find the right subject. I never just snatch and grab because it is convenient. I searched for hours, then schools let out for the day, and I stumbled upon the prefect victims accidentally. Sometimes when you are not looking, you find what you have been searching for. A young brother and sister walked out in the middle of the road without looking. I almost hit them with my car.

Let Me Be Your Accomplice

I got out of my car and pretended to be concerned with their welfare. Even though I knew they would be teen rape porn stars before the day was over, I acted maternal with them. No young one looks at a woman as a predator. However, behind every predator is a woman who helps keep him that way. I managed to convince them to get in the car with me. But I did not drive them safely home. I drove them unsafely to Mike’s place.

When they began to ask questions, I told them it was my house and I had to potty first. Stupid youth. They just believe everything an adult tells them. Mike walked into the living room, and that’s when they appeared scared. I grabbed the girl. He grabbed the boy.  What happened next, well that is the stuff snuff sex dreams are made of!

I tied up the girl forcing her to watch Mike assault her brother’s tight butthole. Mike showed no mercy either. That boy’s ass bled and prolapsed. I made his sister clean up the cum that oozed out of his ruined asshole after Mike came too. Watching that made him hard again quickly. The sister went next. She screamed bloody murder too when Mike’s cock rammed into her virgin butthole. All in all, the night went beautifully. Two siblings lost their virginity and their lives. And I made a few grand for finding the talent.

Blasphemy sex for brother and sister satan worshiping

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy phone sex and incest? Oh fuck yes, please deny you God for some sister pussy! Especially when it comes to getting married in a black sabbath wedding. I am so excited to learn that one of my favorite submissive men recently married his sister in a satanic wedding! Now one thing you must know right off the bat. Kenny and his sister have been fucking since they were young. Many years of him worshiping her; and being whipped and dominated made him the man he is. Not only that but the daughter he had with his ex-wife looks exactly like his sister.

brother and sister satan worshiping

More than that his sweet-faced daughter is just like me. She really is also Into hard-core domination of daddy! It is a family affair with his mother and daughter both pushing sister and brother to get married under the black moon. Well, it was a wonderful Vegas wedding and they can’t be happier. I get off just thinking how they now worship pleasure instead of Christ! Incest is not wrong under Lucifer! Do what feels good and have your daughter and sister beat you in the name of satan! I do all kinds of Blasphemy phone sex, because… Fuck God!