Category: Goth teen phone sex

Torture Sex Excites Me So I Prolong Your Pain and Suffering

Torture sex excites me. A caller recently asked me how I turned so dark. And I would say it is part nature and part nurture. Plus, genetics.  My grandpa was a sadist. And he groomed me once he saw my potential when I was still a schoolgirl. Although I never tortured animals, I checked all the other boxes for future serial killer. I like animals more than people. In fact, animals serve as my accomplices. No better way to dispose of a body than wildlife. They eat the evidence of a crime. Essentially, they hide the bodies for me.

I acted impulsively with my first kill. Killed this bully in a fit of rage. She made my life living hell for years. And I long fantasized about killing her. But I never did until that one day I snapped. My killer phone sex instincts kicked in.  I ran home holding a bloody knife and covered in blood. Luckily for me, my grandpa assisted me. He moved the body. Fed this dead bitch into a woodchipper. And to this day she remains a missing person.

No one ever found a body. And they never found any evidence of foul play. The police assumed either she was kidnapped for sex trafficking persons, or perhaps some P man kidnapped her and took her out of state. She could have just run away too. Nope. She became fertilizer for grandpa’s garden. Of course, I became a suspect. Everyone knew she bullied me for years. But grandpa provided me with an alibi. Although my grandpa shared my killer instincts, as the warden of the local prison, the police held him in high esteem. He was one of them.

My Grandpa Mentored Me as a Schoolgirl. He Honed My Killer Instincts

But he was not one of them because he ran cruel experiments on inmates. And he killed people for fun. However, he did have a code like Dexter. Not quite as stringent as Dexter’s code, but he never killed innocents. He killed criminals, assholes, predators and anyone who harmed him or his family. And that included a bunch of mean girls. I killed one mean girl and more popped up. So, grandpa helped me hone my killer instincts.

Under his wing, I learned how to make snuff porn and get away with it. And I learned how to torture victims. Grandpa did not believe in quick kills. He got off on the pain and suffering of his victims. And now that gets me off too. Sure, sometimes I must kill quickly to avoid detection, but the best kills take hours, even days because so I can savor the torture. Perhaps, I can teach you how to get away with murder too. Time for me to pay it forward.

Gothic phone sex taking apart the teeny whores.

Gothic phone sex            Gothic phone sex taking apart the teeny whores. Now, do you like vampires or werewolves. Perhaps you like to call them Lycans.  It is the more politically correct title. Just like if you really are one. Are you? That would be so hot.

            We could really take apart any of the teeny whores then. If you are Vampire, you will have to tell me which your favorite is to drain. Which vein do you like the most? Next, the question of inquiry is what type of vampire. After all, everyone has a favorite.

            Me, a cross between Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Lost Boys. I can take Vampire Diaries if they are Damon or Klaus. Sexy hot vicious killers. Now they would really demolish a Goth teen phone sex little whore.

            All in all, I would be the willing and eager accomplice to anyone of those that have been mentioned above. Be a killer. In fact, Underworld is another prime example. Which is yours?

            If you pick Twilight, I promise you will never be an accomplice, you will be the victim. Pansy ass little sissy bitches they are. Together we will be sure to decimate you. Mutilate you and leave you to rot. Never give an inch.

            In other words, choose wisely. You will seal your own fate.

Bloody phone sex knives ok, skill saw better.

Bloody phone sex             Bloody phone sex knives ok, skill saw better. I do so like getting things bloody. I mean a body can lose a few pints before death. Now we do have the goths that really insist they like a good bloody massacre. At the same time, they wear all black to hide the evidence.

            Now you tell me what fun it is. I could see if they were to help hide the stains but me personally, I am damn proud of those stains. As shown above there are many ways that I take a cock.

            Just beware. Loraina Bobbett was well known for the bloody mess she made. When she bit off the cock of her husband. Now would that be Castration phone sex or Cannibalism. After all, it could be one or the other.

            Time after time you will be shown the differences. What will be your difference. Huh. Care to share with me. I do like knives, but as I said skill saw they are better. Much better in fact.

            Like a chainsaw could be used. Then you would have the mutilation involved. Oh, the choices. Not sure which one I should pick. Should we ask the little goth girl that we are going to kill?

Genuine Snuff sex slave is buried alive for Satan

Snuff sex My Snuff sex slave life revolves around the insatiable lust for pain and pleasure that only a select few can truly understand. I’ve been buried alive for Satan, and I’ve never felt more alive.

As I lay there, under the dirt, I can feel the cold, damp earth pressing against my naked flesh. The worms and insects crawling all around me. The darkness is my only companion, and the silence is deafening. But don’t be fooled – my heart is racing, and my body is alive with anticipation. This is what I live for.

The memories of my past life as a mere mortal are fading away, replaced by the raw, primal instincts that drive me now. I was once a naive girl, trapped in a world of mediocrity and boredom. But then, I discovered the tantalizing world of evil Snuff porn. 

The thrill of watching others suffer and die for my pleasure awakened something deep within me. I knew I had to be a part of it. And now here I am forever a slave for a Master and together we spill blood or I offer up my own to the Dark Lord. I am willing to go as far as my Master wants, I just hope I get to live long enough to open the gates of Hell.

 

 

Unleashing the Savage Within

Knife play phone sexYou pathetic piece of shit, I lured you into my fucking trap, you dumb fuck. Thought I was your fucking savior, didn’t ya? Well, guess what, you dumb little runaway bitch, I’m the fucking devil in disguise. You’re tied to my bed, a captive audience, as I tell you my sick-ass fantasies.

I start describing how I’d keep you as my personal sex slave, feeding you just enough to keep you alive, you little piece of meat. I’d fuck you every night, making you believe it’s love, but it’s just my pussy craving your pathetic dick. Then, I’d reveal my true intentions, you dumb fuck.

Imagine yourself staked like a fucking pig, tied to a pole in the middle of nowhere. I’d strip you naked, exposing your worthless body to the night sky. My cunt gets wet as I tell you how I’d slowly enter you, my dick replacing the kindness I pretended to have. I’m gonna rip you apart, you pathetic bitch. Bite chunks of flesh, making you scream. The knife slices deep, carving my initials on your chest. Your blood sprays like a fountain, satisfying my thirst for cruelty. I feast on your organs, laughing as I tell you I’m eating your heart.

The fire consumes you, a fitting end to our phone sex session. Your screams fuel my orgasm, as I cum harder than ever before. You’re just another voice, another victim, as I seek my next prey.

Killer Phone Sex Bitches Come Out in Full Swing in the Spring

killer phone sexApril showers bring killer phone sex bitches like me. Once spring hits, the dumb cunts come out. I live in a sleepy small coastal town. We have a small college, and some businesses, but my town comes alive in the spring and summer because of the vacationers. And that brings me all sorts of dumb cunts to kill. Spring breakers, and bitchy high school girls vacationing with their friends or family. And I love to fuck up a teen mean girl. Someone needs to check them.

Even though I sometimes kill in my town, mostly I hunt in the city that’s about 30 minutes west of me. But sometimes vacationing sluts go missing. Teen girls get kidnapped for sex trafficking often. And some just run away. Since I never leave a trace of the body, it is easy to assume no murder occurred. Police then turn their attention to area predators.

Although, tourist season is not in full swing yet, some high school seniors came to town on their spring break. Rich bitches I assumed because their parents rented them the nicest home on the beach. I thought about calling some of my teen rape porn fans to come in and fuck them all. However, I decided I wanted to murder these mean girls myself.

Rumor got around quickly that they were stuck-up, entitled bitches. They bullied one of the Goth girls in town, who I know. Not friends because I have none, but we know each other from the Goth bar in the city. Four teen bullies, I could handle even though it was 4 against 1. Because I am an excellent murderer, I plotted to take them all out at once.

Teen Girls Go Missing All the Time in My Sleepy Town

Once in the house, I drugged each girl. Chloroform knocked them out, so I could get them on the boat quietly. I disabled all the security cameras remotely because I am an excellent hacker too. Although, I could have killed them in their beds, I did not want any blood in the house. That’s the sign of murder not kidnapping.

So, this snuff sex bitch killed and dismembered them on the ocean. Instead of feeding the wildlife to dispose of the bodies, I used marine life. Shark food. They could scream loudly, and no one would hear them but the fish. And I enjoyed carving their flesh and cutting off their limbs. I made it hurt, and I made it a bloody mess. But nothing a hose could not wash away. I find it so much fun to mutilate teen girls or coeds who think their shit doesn’t stink.

I could have been a butcher. No one carves up girl meat like me. No one. Their bodies will never be found. They just vanished in the middle of the night. No suspects and no leads. Only you and I know what happened to those teen bitches. And I know you will not say a word

The infamous night crawler killer hits my pussy

Home invasion phone sex

Like the movie scream, I’m being hunted by the man in a mask. He appears through the window while I’m getting dressed. Naked, alone, my tight ass, tits out, vulnerable to a snatchin. The doorknob cracks and the lights go dark, dark big dick knight krawler killer man stood at my door. He gave me no time to think, I was tied up in the bathtub, neck chained to the wall, dripping hot seman filled blood down my legs, my tight twat torn, filled to the brim.

Crawling on all fours you grabbed me by skirt, ripped my little panties to the side, shoved your gigantic, throbbing beefy batman deep into my tight, little, crispy vanilla twinkie.  Spreading me apart, literally, tearing my skin, my pretty puffy pussy swollen by your jack hammer, nailing the inside of me, leaving a trail of juicy, white, goey, cum filled blood.

Dragging my limp body you aim it right into my mouth, pulling my head back with one hand, hammering my cheeks, chin, gagging choking me. Undecided on whether to end me or not, you spread another bomb cum load down my throat, leaving me to drown in jizz.

Teenage Porn Star: A Bloody Tale of Torturous Entertainment

Teen rape pornHey there, sick fuck. You’ve got a real talent for twisting young minds and turning them into your own personal playthings.

And this is exactly what I am – your filthy little teen slut, here to do whatever you want with my body. You’ve got me so brainwashed that I’m willing to be used by anyone, even myself if it means making you happy. I’m nothing more than a worthless piece of ass now, created to entertain and cum for your camera. And you know what? I love every fucking second of it. I’ll bleed if that’s what it takes to make your pathetic cock hard and your dirty mind content. So come on, torture me some more. Make me scream and leak all over myself while I please you in ways no one else ever could.

I’m yours to use and abuse, after all.

Triple penetrated by multiple castrated cocks

Castration phone sex

 

An evil fuck kidnapped me, tied me up, abused and violated my wet, tiny tight pussy with castrated cocks. After he captured and killed many men he kept their bloody junk on a shelf in his demon dome where he sent me too for days.

Cock by cock my tight little twat was fucking rammed, smashed, pulled, poked, torn, and demolished by so many different sizes. Stretched and widened by a 13 incher, taken down to a 6 incher. Lubed up and spat on my capterer didn’t give a fuck about how much blood was oozing, dripping, leaking out of my stretched, torn the fuck up little tweaked out tiny twinkie. He got on his knees, shoved the massive monster up my cookie and put his mouth to catch the run off, dripping out off his lips, down his chin. He licked his fingers and then shoved his fudge filled finger down my throat. This sick fuck getting off, I could see the pre cummy bulge poppin from the top of his pants as I licked my lips, tasting and smelling my own clammy, damp, moist, tasty cunt, getting my torn up cunt cut up by dead cock, ringing my goth bell.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Brings Me Pleasure

torture sexCock and ball torture sex is something that brings me so much pleasure. Perhaps you can say I am making this world better for women by neutering tiny dick losers, predators and abusers. Men falsely believe that their dicks are an entitlement. Cocks are a privilege. And I like to revoke privileges. Sometimes I do it for free. Sometimes I do it for a fee.

I always charge men more than I do women. Although I do not have girlfriends and I do not adhere to female bonding, some men I would not wish on my worst enemy. And Trevor appeared to be one such guy. He preys on Goth girls. He might not be a sexual predator; however, he is an asshole with a tiny dick. And I did not know about the tiny dick, until I had him strapped to my castration chair.

I got wind of the fact that this man would frequent Goth bars to look for women to date and use for their money. He dated this one girl that I know from the Goth bar scene and drained her bank accounts dry. Plus, he stole some vintage jewelry from her too. Word got around, and this sadistic phone sex bitch decided on payback. Not because I like this girl or even feel any solidarity with her. However, if his actions have no consequences, he will keep preying on Goth girls.

Men Need to Realize That Their Balls are a Privilege. And I Can Revoke Those Privileges Anytime I Want

I set him up. Made him think I wanted to date him and fuck him. Silly boy. Stupid too. I invited him over to my house last night. Spiked his drink. And when he woke up, he found himself naked and bound to my castration chair. Years ago, I inherited this old electrocution chair from the prison my grandfather ran. And I repurposed it. A plank extends from the middle of the chair. When my victim woke up, he found his cock and balls separated on this plank. His cock strapped to the plank, with his balls hanging down below through a hole in the piece of board.

He also discovered that I bound his wrists, head and ankles to the chair. And I placed a castration band called an elastrator on his testicles. It cuts the circulation from the balls. When this happens, the balls turn gangrene quickly. And that makes for easier removal with less blood loss. Although I did not want him to die from castration phone sex, I did want him to suffer. And I wanted him to live with the constant reminder of his actions.

Every action had a reaction. Men need to own up to their actions and suffer the consequences. And when they refuse to admit any wrong doing, I remove their balls so they will never prey on another woman again, especially not a Goth babe.