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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Why I love Fall!

Cannibalism phone sexFall is my favorite time of year for a couple reasons. First, I love Halloween. Not only do I like all things horror and scary being a Goth girl sadist, but the entire month of October is hunting season for me. Why? Because dumb bimbos find the need to dress in some sort of slutty costume for the entire month. Slutty nurses, slutty secretaries, cheerleaders, sexy bunnies or kittens… Hell girls will be a slutty nun to bring attention to their bodies. This helps me with the second reason I love this time of year so much. Thanksgiving. Fuck the pilgrims. I am all about that special dining experience. October allows me to better see the meat if you know what I mean. All those stupid bimbos walking around in slutty costumes, drinking too much, means I can find the right meal a month in advance. That gives me plenty of time to fatten her up; purify her body; work on the right recipe; and invite my fellow friends who enjoy a fine dining experience too.

snuff porn cannibalismThe best meals are planned well in advance. With this kind of dining experience, you need the meal prepared correctly. No running to the store for a back up rump roast if you burn your girl. Ii mean meal. Now, sometimes a special accomplice hires me to make a meal out of an annoying ex or co worker. It is fun to dine on the dregs of society. At least he or she can bring some happiness to people in the end! Regardless of how the meal is selected, the preparation is what makes the meal scrumptious. Skinny sluts need fed a month of protein shakes. Most whores need the dyes out of their hair; the saline out of their tits (although I do try to nab the meals with real breasts); remove all piercings and fake nails and crap. Daily washing in a butter sauce makes the skin so tender and juicy. About a week before Thanksgiving, I start experimenting with seasonings and special sauces. I’m an excellent cook. Of course I have been schooled well and trained in the preparation process by experts. Now is the time of year for all those special meal requests. I can nab just about anyone with no difficulty between now and Halloween. I’m also looking for help with the meal preparation process. And of course folks who would like to spend Thanksgiving with me dining on a most special meal.

I love cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I have peculiar tastes, do you?

Castration Phone Sex Junkie

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my favorite. I am not going to lie because taking worthless balls and squashing nut sacks is what I do for money, honey. Can you believe guys pay me to take their junk? Occasionally, a woman hires me to teach a cheating man a valuable lesson about keeping it in his pants. I met Serena at a Goth club a few weeks ago. When she shared about her cheating boyfriend, I shared back. Let her know the many different ways she could ruin her man’s nuts. I love ball busting. Slam those nuts in a book and flatten them like a pancake; don some spiked heels and trample balls; tie them up and use them as punching bags; pull them wide like butterfly wings then stab them with hat pins… Really, if a girl wants to bust some nuts there are hundreds of fun ways.

snuff pornSerena said she wanted more than busted balls; she wanted a dead boyfriend, but not after some serious CBT. I quoted her my snuff porn price, tossed in the nut busting and junk removal for free. A few days later, I trapped her cheating man in the woods where he was hunting. Strung him up by a tree. Wasn’t easy because he was heavy. A sturdy fucker. Every castration gig I get is a bit different. I never bust nuts or take junk the same way twice. No pattern, means no detection. While I had this ass wipe strung up on a tree like I was going to lynch him, my pussy started to drip. Such a turn on to show a man he is no man at all. Real mean don’t put their dicks in another woman’s pussy.

taboo phone sexI started tugging the rope in such a way that it smacked that loser up against a tree. I wasn’t going to hang him. That is boring. I was going to slam him so hard against that tree repeatedly that his balls burst. Enough times of ramming that loser against the tree with his legs spread not only busted his ball sack, but knocked him unconscious. I cut him down; he laid lifeless on the ground, bleeding. I cut a sharp switch to whip his busted balls until the skin was shredded. Then I sharpened a stone on a stone, like the cavemen did, to cut his cock off too. Funny, that woke him up better than ammonia. I made him watch as I sawed his pecker off with a sharp stone. He had broken bones, a serious head wound, busted balls and now was dickless. I shoved his severed cheating pecker in his mouth and wrote “cheater” on his dick and forehead with his own blood and left him to die in the woods. How does that Carrie Underwood song go? Oh yeah, “Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

Killer Phone Sex on Halloween

killer phone sex fantasiesHalloween is my favorite night. No one notices me. It is the one night of the year a creepy Goth girl doesn’t stand out. With everyone dressed up to go get drunk and laid or to trick or treat, no one suspects that this is my everyday look. The big ass blood tinged knife I am carrying, is believed to be nothing but a prop. It doesn’t get a second look. I skulk along the sidewalk, watching for the right homes. I knock on the doors with babysitters and brats too young to go trick or treating. Surprise the stupid babysitter with the tidbit that my knife is not a simple prop, but the tool of my trade. I can always spot the bad babysitters. The ones who sneak their boyfriends in to fuck and raid the liquor cabinet instead of watching the precious little ones trusted in their care. Stupid cunts.

babysitter phone sexNo one pays any mind to the blood curdling screams coming from the homes of the privileged on Halloween night. It is just expensive sound effects to anyone who can hear the screams. But what is really going on behind the walls of gated homes throughout my community isn’t discovered until the parents arrive home. Dismembered dead babysitters and castrated barely alive boyfriends become Halloween decorations in the homes of the wealthy. Bad babysitters get their limbs cut off with a rusty old saw. I save my knife to slit their mouths from ear to ear. I cut out their tongues. I stitch up their mouths so they cannot cry and whine. I chop off the cocks and balls of the boyfriends. My little apprentices feed all body parts to their family pet.

taboo phone sexThe little ones watch and help. The brats love to assist in the mutilation and death of bad babysitters. They think it is a game. Just a Halloween game. They finger paint in the blood. Parents come home, find their wee ones sitting in blood, playing with their new life size dead dolls. Crimes are blamed on tweakers, not some Goth girl from their community. The brats never tell. They want me to come back and play with their parents.

Taboo Phone Sex: This Girl is Poison

taboo phone sexYou remember that insipid song “That Girl is Poison,” by Bel Biv Devo? I hate hip hop, but that song is my anthem. I am poison. Literally. When there is a man that annoys the fuck out of me, who won’t take no for an answer, who won’t get a fucking clue that I am not interested in him, I put on my special lipstick and give him head to die for. Meet Charlie. He used to a live mother fucker. Now he a dead mother fucker. Why? Because he mistook me for some pathetic desperate needy bitch playing hard to get. Listen up ass hats. When I say move along loser, you better fucking move along.

snuff porn poison deathCharlie hit on me at the grocery store. Like my “Goth I could kill you with my eyes look” wasn’t enough of a clue. He missed the big box of tampons and bottle of Midol I was holding. His biggest mistake was grabbing my arm as I tried to get into my car. Yes, the annoying fucker followed me to my car trying to get my phone number after hearing “fuck off you annoying loser” at least a dozen times. I got in my car, took a nice deep breath, and applied my special red lipstick. “You know, you are right. Of course I want to fuck you. I bet you have a huge cock and are being so persistent because you know the only cure for my cramps is a big fucking cock,” I said sarcastically. The sarcasm of course was lost on the loser.

castration phone sexAll he heard was fuck and his dick was out of his pants. I laughed, but of course he had no clue I was laughing at his shrunken baby dick. I wrapped my lips around his sorry ass excuse for a penis, counted to 5, took my mouth off his loser dick and guzzled down some mouth wash as I watched the poison take effect in the parking lot of Krogers. The paralysis set in, which made it easy to push him into the back seat of my car, so I could toss him in a wooded area on my way home. I watched as his body transformed into some zombie plague looking creature. When his dick fell off, I started singing Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust.” I should be getting paid for riding the world of annoying tiny dick mother fuckers. I dare you to hit on me with that shrimp dick of yours. I’m a castration junkie and I’ve got 99 problems but small junk ain’t one.

Gothic Phone Sex Bitch Loves Behead Execution Snuff Porn

gothic phone sex knife tortureGothic phone sex means you are looking for darker fantasies. I’m not a vanilla phone sex whore. I don’t deliver GFE fantasies, unless your perfect girl is a knife wielding anti social sadistic bitch. You don’t watch the Notebook with me. I’m more into behead execution snuff porn. I want to see blood. I want to see stupid ass whores running around with their heads cut off. Sometimes though finding a real good snuff porn is hard to find. They all look so staged and the blood is fake looking. But if I’m your sidekick, I will suggest we just make our own movie. Just need a bitch you hate, or maybe some stray we find on the side of the road. I will bring my camera and my knife collection and we will have ourselves a party. Think of all the fun we can have torturing a stupid cunt first. Slicing off tits, labia lips, her clit, before we behead her and see if she still runs around! The sick shit we can do to a worthless whore is endless. I know I have a lots of bitches and a few bastards I’d love to see in homemade snuff movies.

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Taboo Phone Sex with a Crossbow

taboo phone sexI needed some extra cash, so I went against my nature and took a temp job in an office. I am not the kind of girl who plays well with others. I run with scissors aimed at people. I don’t fit the look, and I certainly don’t play the part of a secretary. Very hard for me to fake like I enjoy people. But, it was a week gig for some pretty good money, so I thought I could suck it up. Wrong. People’s voices got on my nerves. The constant stupid ass banter about Facebook and Twitter and whose marriage was in trouble and who was eating where. Who the fuck cares? People take a shit and they post in on their social media pages so people will know when they took a dump and how much it weighed. People need a life. The water cooler losers needed snuffed or tortured, especially the men.

castration phone sex The male office asshats were sexually harassing the Goth temp. That shit needed more than a seminar in respecting women to nip in the bud so to speak. I’m a take matters into my own hands kind of bitch anyway. I Macgyvered a little crossbow with pens, pencils, rubber bands and clips. Mixed a little drug compound that would make my targets loopy, practiced my aim from under a desk, then shot up some testicles like a hunter. I’m an evil genius. The pen would not stay lodged in their worthless nut sack. It would be like a small prick sensation (appropriate). They’d adjust the balls, go to the parking garage or the men’s bathroom where I would follow them with my big ass knife. Men with small pricks who harass women don’t deserve their balls. There are lots of reasons to castrate men, but the truth for me is that it is fucking fun as hell. Really gets me wet.

Suddenly this temp job was looking up. Any time I can castrate a man, I’m in heaven. I love removing junk.  I’d lurk at my desk like Wednesday Addams, shooting the balls of the male employees with my make shift crossbow, torture phone sex castration bitchthen stalk them to where they went next for some junk removal. When I remove the balls of a worthless piece of shit, it commands respect; it commands fear. They look me right in the eyes as I slice off their testicles, take a soldering pen to the spot to stop the bleeding and laugh. They cry, whimper, apologize, beg, but never rat me out. Too embarrassing to admit that the creepy ass temp chick took their balls because they fondled her inappropriately. I will take your junk too if you look at me funny. But they are on best behavior in the office afterwards because they know I will take their dick next. I have a collection of balls in a mason jar in my desk to remind me that no one messes with Venus, unless Venus wants to be messed.

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Venus’s Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Brutal Rape Porn Means Lose Your Dick on Route 66

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. A trucker cut me off the road a few months ago. No apologies. Not even a wave. I saw his truck at a rest stop, decided to pull over and confront him. Then, I thought this ass wipe deserves more than just a verbal lashing from me. He could have killed me. I got my big ass knife and strap on from the car and paid him a little visit in the bathroom. “What the fuck bitch,” he started to yell at me before I slammed his head into the urinal wall.

brutal rape porn strap onI fucked his ass with my strap on like he was a dirty lot lizard I paid to use. As I slammed my big cock in and out of his ass, I held my knife to his cock. “Resist me bitch, lose your dick,” I giggled sadistically. I was getting my kicks on Route 66. Well, maybe more like him losing his dick on Route 666. I was enjoying force fucking his worthless ass. Many men need taught how to respect women. I’m old school. I believe in vengeance. I believe in an eye for an eye. In this case, a dick for bad driving. I knew I was taking his dick; I just wanted to ruin his ass first. Hurt him.

bloody phone sexOnce I had his ass gaping open, I shoved my knife up his butt. Brutal rape porn on Route 666. Blood was gushing out his sphincter, running down his legs until he was standing in a pool of his own blood. He was crying; blubbering like an idiot. I gave one last hard jab upwards into his torn asshole, twisted, pulled it out, then sliced off his pecker and shoved it in his mouth. Left him on the rest stop bathroom floor to bleed out. Every time some ass wipe cuts me off in traffic, I fantasize about using him for ass rape porn. Woman aren’t the only ones who force fuck bitches.

Castration Phone Sex Fun: My Kind of Behead Execution Snuff Porn

castration phone sexCastration phone sex junkie is what many call me. I got a taste for taking off worthless balls when I was a young school girl. Now I take off man balls almost daily; worthless peckers too. Have you ever encountered someone so stupid you wondered how in the world they remember to breath? Sadly, dumbasses are everywhere. I swear I have a magnet embedded somewhere in my body for them. This week’s dumbass extraordinaire was Jacob. An older man who tried to pick me up at a night club last night.

I was at a Goth teen club, not some trendy meat market. I had my usual “don’t come near me or I will slice off your pecker” look on. But still, Jacob thought I looked like the kind of bitch one can pick up with cheesy lines like, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Barf. Gag. Barf. Gag. Kill kill kill kill kill. More like was shot up from Hell. The asshat was not taking the clue that I wanted to be alone. He was interrupting my hunt for a yummy bitch to bring home and eat or snuff. I decided to look at this as an opportunity. I can hunt any night. How often does a dumbass walk into my life? Okay daily; scratch that. How often do I have the chance to make a behead execution snuff porn? My idea of beheading is different. I behead dicks. Cut them clear off so that the loser bleeds out.

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I played the part of a bar whore to get back to Jacob’s place. Suggested I tie him up so we could have some kinky fun. Again kinky fun means different things to different people. Jiggle some tits and ass in front of a guy and suddenly he is even more of a moron. Once tied to the bed naked, I introduced his testicles to my knife. Held them in my hand like precious gems. Then I threw them on the floor and danced on them while Jacob blubbered like a big baby. My camera was rolling. I love to capture that element of surprise when some dumbass realizes I am not going to fuck him but castrate him.

“Smile for the camera,” I said as I sliced his dick clear off. Wow. You would have thought I had a samurai sword the way his little head exploded. His dick flew in the air like a head flies off after a guillotine. There was a blood explosion from the base of his cock. I was covered in cock blood. He passed out from the pain or the blood. Either way, wuss. I left him there. Not sure what happened; but he was restrained bleeding profusely, but hopefully he will just die a slow painful death. Another douche bag bites the dust.

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Bad Seed Snuff Porn: Bye Bye Mommy

snuff porn knife playAs little ones, we are force fed obey your elders, respect you parents. It’s bullshit. Not all parents are created equally. Not all mothers deserve to live. My mommy dearest was a strung out welfare whore who cared more about her next fix and her next check than she did clothing and feeding her brat. I saw the Bad Seed as a wee one and it excited me that someone so young and angelic could be a murderous little brat. She was my hero.

I plotted my mother’s demise for years. Then one day the opportunity presented itself like a gift from God. She dragged me through the belly of the city late one night to score. I watched her fuck some gross old man up against a dirty alley wall for some money to give her dealer. We were in the subway and it was not very crowded. It was dark, dank and creepy. Like out of a horror movie. I saw a door past the subway car and I wandered off, hoping she would come look for me. The only folks in the station that night were hookers, johns and junkies. No one would remember seeing a little Goth girl.

murder phone sex fantasiesI stood waiting for my cunt mother to come find me, half expecting she wouldn’t even notice me gone and thwart my evil plan. But she came yelling at me like a crazed junkie jonesing for her next fix. I stood there in the door frame refusing to come to her, until she was right next to me grabbing my arm. One shove with little hands and down went the junkie whore. As she bounced down the creepy old subway stairwell, I heard her cries. I heard her bones break. I heard her skull crush. I walked calmly down the stairs, getting aroused by the blood splatter until I saw her dead body. I took her cell phone, snapped a picture of her laying there broken, battered, bloodied and dead. My first kill memory. I took enough money to get home and left the rest.

Went back home unnoticed in the night, crawled into bed and slept like a baby knowing my worthless whore mommy was dead. Police ruled it an accident. Another dead junkie no one would miss. I went to live with my Uncle and his brats. Had a much better life. Grew up to be smart, creative and even more deadly. If you can kill your mother, you can kill anyone.

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Torture Sex Doll Fun

torture sex funWhen I was a little girl, I was like Wednesday Addams: a creepy little Goth girl with a love for torture sex.  I had this one doll I loved so much. I called her butcher Barbie. She was a sick little thing in the best way. Pale, creepy, came with her own knife. I used her to act out my most violent and twisted fantasies. While girls my age played house with Ken and Barbie, my little dolly was butchering the brats of Ken and Barbie all over the neighborhood.

knife play phone sexAs I grew up, I never out grew my love for dolls. One day I saw this beautiful Goth girl with pale skin and she looked like a human version of my Butcher Barbie all grown up. What demented girl doesn’t want a life size doll. Especially one she can turn into an evil accomplice. I kidnapped Lea. Drugged her, tossed her into my basement. So lovely. So perfect. When I told her she was going to be my play thing, my forever dolly, she freaked. Called me names. She clearly thought I was crazy. She didn’t know just how crazy I was until I sewed her body together like a doll. I ensured she could never leave me.

fantasy phone sexShe screamed in pain as I pierced her skin with a big needle. The crimson blood dripping from the needle excited me. I threaded her flesh together with pink ribbon like dollies always wear. She was immobile. The perfect play thing for me. Just she didn’t want to play with me. Pissed me off. I decided to make her a torture doll instead. I carved my name in her flesh. I cut off  her nipples. I sliced off her clit. I sawed her labia off. I fucked her ass with Butcher Barbie’s knife, her cunt too. I cut tiny slashes all over her body. I waited until she bled out. Took days. It was so much fun. Her pale cold body was beautiful.