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Kidnapping Phone Sex Murder is the Best Snuff Fantasy

With a taboo hot time like Kidnapping phone sex I get excited. When I get excited my pussy gets wet. and this wet whore pussy is glistening and open with the thoughts of being violated violently I tend to get hard nipples.

Obviously my body will always ruin my denial of wanting the violent fucking men wish to serve me. Well, really I am here to serve their needs. So when I am encountered in a dark corridor walking home from the club, it serves me right.

Some would like to say that I am setting myself up for these situations of torture and violation. Maybe that is true. After all the subconscious mind is more in control than most realize. My wildest wet dreams are always bloody and violent.

Just last night I was grabbed from the street and pulled into a dark alley. These two guys were relentless in their groping at my tits. Hand over my mouth and switchblade to my neck. My body was squeezed, pinched, slapped, punched and even cut.

Finally after their foreplay of beating the fuck out of me they fucked me. One big dick in my ass making me moan like a whore while the other took my cunt. My fucking whore body pissed them off because I came as their rape fantasy was ruined due to me liking it.

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Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up.

Mutilation phone sex            Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up. The first thing I am going to do is mutilate your inner thigh, just missing the artery. After all, don’t want you to go before the fun is over. Another key point to remember is manners.

            Did you know that everything can be controlled in the brain. In fact, mutilating your skull will grant me access. Take the top of the skull off. At the same time, order you to mutilate your very own cock. Tie up the balls.

            As soon as I have the cap off, I’m going to cut out a piece of your brain. Frontal lobe does sound like a good place to start. It must be remembered that Hannible Lecture would know more about the brain. Where to begin. With this in mind, I do believe I will continue with his work.  

            Like as I mutilate and fuck you going to feed you your own balls and brains. After all, it is what the good Dr. Lecture would want me to do. Have a dinner party. Invite another to play. Accomplice phone sex with a second whore involved. Now we have two of us.

            Shall I feed you to her before we finally snuff you and fuck you. After all necrophilia is a fetish that we both do so like to do. A stiff cock that will never go down again.

Sex with dead bodies is something Master & I can’t stop

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies, the taste of death on his lips is pure ecstasy. My Master gave me this addiction, forced me at first and now I crave it constantly.  

With each new torture session, I could taste the fear in the air. The victims, locked in their final moments, begging for mercy, I became increasingly aroused. I was familiar with the routine, and it excited me more than anything.

As I felt myself getting hotter, I relished the sight of Master slicing through her skin with a rusted scalpel, the smell of her thick blood permeating the room. The woman would whimper as he dipped the blade in her now empty eye socket, me cutting in as well, making her writhe in a mix of searing pain and increasing sexual pleasure.

She was mine to devour, and I knew it. I reveled in her screams, the sound echoing through the room, fueling my own dark desires. I felt compelled to come closer, to explore this strange allure that her body held in its new, lifeless state.

When the poor soul finally let out her final gasp, the room became eerily still. Master turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, my dear, that’s the last one. Any requests for the next batch?” He asked playfully, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he tugged at the chains binding me.

“Alive, of course,” I whispered, my eyes wide and innocent behind the facade of my eagerness. Master knew exactly what I wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Master allowed me to have a taste of our sweet victim. I got on top of her, I could feel the warmth draining from her cunt. I grinded, harder and harder. I climaxed but I kept going. It’s not enough just one. If I am a good Snuff sex slave he will allow me to cum hundreds of times. And when I am riding a dead body, I definitely do.

 

Bloody phone sex makes my sinful pussy flood

Bloody phone sex now, please! I don’t want to wait anymore. I am a working girl and I like to be busy.Bloody phone sexPlus, when I am coming blood all the screams in my head stop. I know you understand the relief of when it’s quiet and your whole body is vibrating. Every single nerve is twitching in it’s own orgasm because of that sickly sweet liquid. The metallic taste always soaks me.

Don’t be shy, you know I’m the whore who will do all the heavy lifting. I also have a good eye for virgins. I love the doe eyed ones who are desperate for approval and attention. They work so hard for it, even up to the bitter end of our Snuff sex fun.

Pull it out and fuck the little cunt until it’s gushing blood, that why I can cum non stop when I lick that little bloody clit. I will cover myself in our victims blood as you butt fuck her to death. Together we’ll cum like Gods.

I am better off being put to work and I know you got the time and the money, so lets dig into the deepest darkest pits of your mind and have some real fun. I really love being a snuff whore, and you will see just how much I love it.

 

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasies Arouse Me Too

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex fantasies turn many men on. The idea of nabbing a young girl on her way to school or breaking and entering to grab a sleeping housewife, makes men horny. Think about it. If you could kidnap your dream girl without any repercussions, you likely would. Stash her in your basement making her your private fuck doll until her fuck holes get too used up to pleasure you anymore. You dump her and get a new one.

Friday night, I went to get some coke. And I had to go to a seedy part of town to see a drug lord I try to avoid. He does not do much to me. At least not like some other folks do. However, I always see trafficked girls there. And girls I have seen on missing flyers and in the news. But I keep my mouth shut. If I don’t, I will not survive. I want coke. But I do not have a snuff sex wish so what I see is none of my business.

However, this time, I did not see as many girls. And that worried me. If this dealer and his posse felt horny, they would use me. That’s just what happened too. Before I could get any coke, someone slapped a chain and a collar around my neck. While he did that, the rest of the men swarmed me. Dicks came out. And before long, I had a few cocks in every hole, with the rest of them dick slapping my face or coming on my back.

One of These Days, I Will Be Imprisoned for Life

I just wanted coke. Nothing else. But I got myself into a world of hurt. I might be an anal whore, but three big cocks in my ass at once turned my back door into the Grand Canyon. When they pulled out, one of the guys told me to shove my fist up my ass and pull out the cum so I could eat it. I had no choice. One of them would kill me if I refused an order. Now, I really felt like an ass rape porn star fisting my own ass after three cocks gaped it opened.

Luckily, they did not imprison me. However, they did abuse my fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. And when they finished with me, I took my coke and ran. Well, more like crawled out of there. One of these days, I will never leave the place I go to score coke.

Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Explore Your Dark Passenger

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls surprisingly turn me the fuck on. When I made the transition from owned slave to free lance accomplice, I did not think I could do. I thought perhaps I would empathize too much with the victims and not be able to hurt young girls. But it turns out I like money more than my conscious. And now, I am a killing machine. Young girls, women, or men, it does not matter to me who you want to snuff out, if I get paid.

In the dark underworld that I travel, men pay me great money to help them fulfill their darkest fantasies. Regardless of what society says, I believe in what Dexter Morgan declares, “There is a dark passenger in all of us.” Now, I know he is a fictional character, but there is so much truth in that statement. We all have a little snuff sex killer in us.

We All Have a Dark Passenger Inside of Us

Anyone is capable of murder under the right circumstances. And some grow to love it after their first kill. Not me. However, I grew to enjoy it after a year or so of helping my master with his dark desires. I earned my freedom by bringing him 100 beautiful young, innocent girls. I led the lambs to their slaughter. But my fight for survival required it. I wanted to live.

When I finally earned my freedom, I realized that killing and kidnapping young girls afforded me a lifestyle I never knew was possible for a teen runaway and high school dropout. Helping men like you explore your dark passenger helps me live high on the hog. Penthouse apartment, a sports car, and all the high-end shoes, purses and clothes I could want. Plus, lots of luxurious trips can spoil a girl.

This is a dog eat dog world. If some dumb cunt goes with me willingly, and believes whatever bullshit line I give her, she deserves to die. So, I have no problem helping men just like you with your torture, murder and rape phone sex fantasies. Let’s unleash your dark passenger.

Torture Sex is the Best Revenge for a Lying Bitch

torture sexTorture sex revenge is so sweet. And revenge makes a great snuff fantasy call too. My handsome prince, James, finally got revenge on the girl that faked a pregnancy to force him into marriage. Marley pretended to be the cunt Barb for us. And she played her part like she knew Barb personally.

Our revenge fantasy began with me presenting Barb to my love all tied up and gagged. I searched for months for the bitch who did my love wrong. And I finally found her. James appeared so happy to see my special present I tied up in a bow for him. This bitch tried to lie and say she miscarried. But we all knew the cunt never could get pregnant in the first place.

Sexual Mutilation is Foreplay in a Revenge Fantasy

While tied up, I brought out the toolbox of torture devices. We took her to my dungeon to turn her into a snuff porn star. But before we killed her, we tortured her and mutilated her body. And I began with her nipples. You would be amazed at the pain you can inflict with pliers. James tied up her boobs into torpedoes. Although our victim cried for help, my dungeon is soundproof. James pissed on her face while I plucked her nipples off so I could see her crimson red blood spurt out her tits like a volcanic eruption.

The bitch tried to tell us we would burn in hell for this. Although that might be true, faking a pregnancy would land her in the same place too. Extortion gets you a free pass to hell, I told the bitch. As she continued to lie to us, I used a nutcracker to break each of her toes. Her blood curdling screams made my cunt wet. However, James wanted to break her wedding ring finger. He did the honorable thing when he thought she he knocked her up, but when her house of cards crumbled, not only did she keep the ring to pawn it, but she also drained my man’s bank account.

Nothing Like the Smell of Burning Flesh to Make My Cunt wet

This bitch Barb needed to suffer. He cut off the top of her breasts and blood spurted all over us. After an hour or so, we broke all her toes and fingers. Mutilated her tits. But we saved the best for last. James did the honors. He used a blowtorch on her clit. Oh, how I love the smell of burning flesh. The bitch really screamed now. I used the cat of 9 tails to whip her bloody tits while my love mutilated her clit and cunt.

However, we were not done with Barb yet. We hung the cunt. Kicked a chair from underneath her mutilated body that hung from the rafters. I used a cattle prod on her ass to watch her kick and jerk as she took her last breath. We danced around her dead body singing and kissing. Eventually we fucked under her body to celebrate the snuff sex death of the bitch who did him wrong. Ding dong, the bitch was dead. Never mess with someone I care about. You will die. But not before some brutal torture first.

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Only Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Fulfilled Here

violent phone sexIt’s only violent phone sex fantasies that I indulge. You are my victim. Or I am your accomplice. Nothing else. I am not looking to be your girlfriend. And I do not want to know about your day or cuddle. None of the coupling bullshit for me. I am here for the violence. The mayhem and the blood also.

And my mercenary ads make that clear too. No refunds because you don’t read the contract. But as a killer for hire, I take precautions. Sure, my contracts a court would never validate. But I don’t need a court. Just your signature and your ID on file to keep you in line. If I go down because of some love lorn tool or some chicken shit loser, I will take them with me.

Arnold demanded a refund after we killed and mutilated his ex-girlfriend because I would not fuck him in her blood. I do not mix business with pleasure. And I stated that in the contract he signed along with the no refund policy. So, Arnold had to die too. It takes a special kind of stupid to demand a refund from the person who you just watched torture and kill your ex-girlfriend. To do that, you have a snuff sex death wish.

I am The Queen of Torture

And I grant death wishes. I took longer to kill him though than his ex. He deserved some intense suffering. Plus, he deserved cock and ball torture for thinking he could fuck me. I had zero trouble overpowering him because I made him believe that I wanted to ride his big dick. Handcuffed him and tied him to his bed. I put his balls in a vice grip. But I slowly cranked it until I busted each nut. Cigarette burns to his dick. And I bit chunks of his cock off too. Little cuts to his pee hole and flesh. Not deep enough to make him bleed out. But enough to hurt.

 I am the queen of torture sex which means I can prolong your agony like I did his. But I eventually gave him a fatal cut to an artery and let him bleed out. Do not feel sorry for him. Not my fault he was a dumb fuck.

Home Invasion turned into Torture Phone Sex

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The smell of fear you had turned into something else. A little sadistic. Wanting more than just to see the light go out in my eyes.

You wanted to feel how soft my pussy was. How wet it could get for you. Smell those pheromones of sex permeate the air.

But also that coppery scent of the red stuff. Both those fragrances combined make you feel like you’re going to blow a load bigger than what Old Faithful could muster. Practically leaking from your dick by the thought of what you want to do.

I, of course, have no way of defending against it. I’m bound. Which is perfect for you, as you have my cunt in the right position. Just ripe to be defiled and abused.

You do start fondling me with my own shoe. Gotta get that foot fetish thing going too. However, you went a little overboard with the pumping of the pump and punctured my vaginal wall.

But… that’s what you wanted anyways, right?

Makes it easier for when you want to put that bulging cock into the bloody and wet hole you just created. And also to leave you own DNA in…

Cause it’s not like their gonna find my body.