Category: Goth teen phone sex

Used as an accomplice to snatch some barely young bitches

Accomplice phone sex

You needed an accomplice to pillage and ravage some young barely legal sweethearts to bring back to your dugon on doom. You’re obsessed with those young fuzzy fannies and the fear they show on their face while your holding them down either taking your rape fantasies out on them or torturing, like spitting on their faces, in their mouths taking all the power away from them.

Like you did to me, you forced fucked me with your dirty dick and threatened to take me life if I don’t follow your orders. Part of me leaks from my moist meow meow seeing all the anger take over you. My body goes weak and numb ready to take you on. Today you had a different plan. Kidnapping me as your accomplice as you stalk parks and schools. You finally find the perfect bunch to grab and shove in your creepy van.

Once we got back to your dugon you used me as an example. You tied me to a pull, gagged my mouth and whipped and brutally beat me. I’m raw and red and massive marks all down my body. Dripping with cum blood from your danger dick being shoved in every hole. Spreading my legs and choking me while your balls deep.

Domination phone sex

Accomplice to beatings…

The girls are shaking, quivering and huddled together. You grab them all by the hair and tie them to poles next to me. “Shut the fuck up” as you yell in their faces they look to me for help. “He’s an evil fuck” I whisper as you smack us all in the face. One by one with all our legs bound, you thrust your hooked throbbing big dick inside us. “I’m gonna bust a nasty load on all your worthless faces” you scream at us as your cock is dripping with cum, puss and blood from ripping us up.

Your evil load spewed like a god damn fire house covering all our faces and bodies. Unsure if we’re gonna make it out while your living out your filthy fucking fantasy.

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.

Let’s go On A Hunt!

Cannibalism Phone Sex

We decided to go on a little hunting trip in the dead of winter. Our victim was a blond slut young naked and terrified. She shook as we released her and told her to run. She screamed as we let her run through the cold snow covered ground. We glued bunny ears to her head and told he to run like a rabbit. We fired our arrows at her and laughed when they hit their mark her screams filled the night air so beautifully and her blood made the white snow turn pink with her blood. We were like ravenous beasts clawing away at her flesh until there was nothing bus bloody bones left in the red snow. With our bellies full of her precious meat we fucked. His cock slid into my dripping wet cunt and made me cum so hard. I loved the feeling of his heavy cock filling my pussy up and stretching me out. He filled my murder cannibal pussy with his hot creamy cum and then we went out in search of our next bunny. Like a pack of hungry wolves we always craved flesh and needed the sweetest meats to survive the long winter.

Teach Teen Phone Sex Whore Cora How To Fuck

 

Teen Phone Sex

I know you hear the rumors that I’m a little teen slut, a teen phone sex whore who helps men jerk off with just the sound of my young voice. 

God, it makes me so wet to hear men cum, it’s like sweet summer music to my ears.

But unfortunately, I don’t have anyone to pound me into the mattress after work hours are over, and I’m just left horny and starving for cock by the end of my shift.

That was until I met you. And you taught me how a real man fucks.

I love how you like to tie me up and bring all the nasty things I talk about at work to life. 

You fuck me like the good little slut I am. You love it when I bring out my sexy voice when we fuck, and I tell you to “Fuck me, Daddy!”

My favorite is when I’ve had a busy day with many horny callers, and I have so much pent-up cum that I need a fucking so hard, it will make me SCREAM!

Lets Cut Her Up And Drink Her Blood Together!

Cheap Phone Sex

I love being a cannibal whore with my filthy satanic boyfriend. We fantasized last night about kidnapping a catholic school girl. She would be blond with a flat chest and puffy nipples a flat stomach and a little bubble but. We take her to our cabin and my boyfriend strips her down and starts raping her tight little hole in this fantasy. She screams and cries as he pumps his demonic cock in and out of her tights hole I start shaving off her hair as she screams and give him a big kiss then we slit her throat in this fantasy and I fill two cups up with her blood and we drink it down before we fuck over her dying body as she chokes on her own blood I laugh and giggle as he fills my pussy full of that hot demon cum then I start carving her to pieces and feeding him her raw flesh and he kisses me sharing her flavor with me. I just cant help it I love cutting them up and eating them with him. He calls me is devious cheap phone sex whore and we make her body into a chili and feed her bones to the pigs.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.

Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.

Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.

Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent

Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.

I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.

I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.

It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?

Goth Teen Phone Sex Whore needs to be tied up & fucked!

Goth Teen Phone Sex

 

Goth teen phone sex whore isn’t just my job, it’s the perfect excuse to drag pathetic little men like you into my dungeon and make you fuck me.

“You caught me just in time. I’ve been such a bad little goth teen slut today, thinking about you tying me up and making me beg.”

I’m only your whore, you know that. I’ll spread my legs wide and finger my tight pussy while you listen and watch, but only if you promise to punish me later for being so fucking desperate. 

Maybe you should put my hands behind my back with the fuzzy handcuffs so you can fuck me without anything in the way. 

Imagine me on my knees in front of you, collar around my neck, and the leash in your hands. I’d suck your cock so deep, gagging until tears smear my eyeliner down my cheeks.

Tell your goth teen whore how you’ll bind my ankles, spread me open, and fuck my ass raw while I scream into the pillow, Daddy.

Bloody Phone Sex is What Thanksgiving is All About

bloody phone sexI become excited for bloody phone sex near holidays. Thankful that the world is full of bitches and assholes who I can massacre. You would think people might be nicer to each other around the holidays, but I find it to be the opposite. The asshole in people comes out. And personally, I just wait for folks to show their true colors. Watching and waiting patiently for my turn to seize the opportunity to kill someone.

Instead of hunting for intruders in my local Goth bars, I branch out. No one hassles me in a Goth bar. However, their true colors show when they see a Goth girl in a yuppie bar or a college bar. And I like to think that it helps me thin the herd. So, I went to this dance club. Because I knew every douche bag in town would be there. Let me tell you the douche bag quota appeared high. But so did the bitch quota. I can enjoy snuff sex with a bitch too. Just not a Goth bitch.

Honestly, I’m surprised men don’t kill more bitches. Perhaps they do not know the right accomplice yet. That would be me. Because I know how to get away with murder. I can have my cake and eat it too. Did I mention I like to play with my food. I picked up this bitch at the bar waiting until she looked drunk enough so I could act like her Uber. Dumb cunt: you cannot trust a woman like me. I saw this woman in the crowded bar, milking men, teasing them and even humiliating the ones who would not buy her a drink.

Sometimes, I Plan to Kill a Bitch But I Cook Her Instead

Bitches like that give women a bad name. So, I took her to my dungeon. I had immediate plans to just eviscerate the bitch. Make it a bloody massacre and prolong her torture. But I decided to save her for my Thanksgiving meal. She appears to have just enough skin on her. And a little extra meat on those bones makes a meal taste more succulent. I’ve been soaking her in butter to soften her skin. Dosing her with Xanax to get the fight out of her. She’s a noisy bitch.

But I’m going to enjoy a cannibalism phone sex Thanksgiving feast. I’m going to feast on bitch meat. Either way she still will die. But at least now her death won’t be in vain. She’ll know she fed me for the winter months. She’s not fat, but she’s pleasantly plump. She will provide me with I guess about 50 meals.

Once I soften that skin, I’m plan to slow roast her over an open flame. I will have to start cooking her Wednesday though. If you cook a bitch too fast, it dries her skin out. And I like my meals tasting juicy. Succulent. With the flesh just falling off the bones. Her story is not finished yet. I’ll let you know more once I cook the bitch. Perhaps you want to join me on Thanksgiving meal.

Castration and Domination Are A Girls Best Friend

 

Domination phone Sex

Last night I had a nasty domination phone sex call with a real slut that wanted the ultimate C&B torture! I took him to a catholic church one of the old abandoned ones in the city and laid him down oved a pentagram i carved in the wood floor. I tied up his cock and balls until they were red and purple and bulging. I stuck smalll sewing needles in his swollen ball sack and made small drops of blood fall down the swollen sack. He whimpered but didn’t budge the man slut knew his place. I shoved a large sounding rod in his pisshole and laughed when he screamed out and begged me to stop.

Castration Phone Sex

I reminded him that he asked for this and his sacrifice would taint this sacred ground. I pulled out a long sharp scalpel the blade was ever so slightly curves and i knew his blood would look amazing on the cold steal metal of the blade. I began cutting away at his cock one piece at a time.  Sticky warm blood covered my hand and when I was finished there was just skin and blood. I licked the blood from my hands and blade and fed him his manhood and laughed at him knowing he was just another useless slut now.

Killer Phone Sex Deals with Incels, Assholes and Bitches

killer phone sexEverybody has killer phone sex fantasies. But not me when I fantasize about killing someone, I make it happen the following week or even that night. Although I am hardly a sociable person, I do frequent Goth bars. But I go there more as vigilante and to have a few drinks. You would be amazed at how many men try to prey on Goth chicks. Dudes are wrong if they think Goth girls appear more vulnerable.

We all have a healthy dose of stranger danger in our own bars. And we can tell the folks who don’t belong. Sure a few women stumble in drunk, not realizing what kind of bar they just entered. But mostly it’s men coming in thinking they can pick up a Goth chick when they fail at all the other bars. Goth teen phone sex babes don’t want incels either. And let me tell you the number of incel creeps appears to increase yearly. So, I remain hypervigilant nowadays. Perhaps you could say I have Spidey senses.

I went to my local Goth bar last night for a strong cocktail. I chatted with the bartender because she and I have a mutual respect. She knows I keep her bar safe. Although she might not know all the illegal things I have done, she knows about all the illegal things I’ve done in her bar.

But because I have the best interests of her community and her bar on my mind, she looks the other way. And she helps me trap these incel types. She told me about this man dressed sort of steam punkish posing as one of us. He looked like a poser. And she caught him spiking women’s drinks.

I’m a Vigilante and I Take Out the Trash and the Incels

So, I laid a honey trap for him, and the bartender helped me switch drinks once he spiked mine. Like me, she seems to have eyes in the back of her head. The look on his face when he realized he drank the spiked drink was worth its weight and gold.

I took him out the back door and gave him a back alley castration phone sex experience. Normally, I would take him home or to my kill shack and torture him for hours. But he brought friends. And I needed to take care of all of them too. They invaded my space. Preyed on my community. But they never saw me coming. No one ever does.

I drank for free last night. The bartender wanted to reward me for my community service and taking out the trash. I castrated five infiltrators posing as us so they could prey on who they perceived as vulnerable women. And they lost their balls for it. I left them in the alley and tossed their balls in the dumpster. If they want their balls back, they can retrieve them. But I did not leave them in the best shape to dive into a dumpster, LOL. I neutered those dogs. And they should feel lucky I did not kill them.