Category: Goth teen phone sex

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Teen Rape porn Are you into something kind of niche? Do you like the idea of a teen rape porn with you as the star? My pussy is set on fire for a man with fantasy of pegging. Not just any pegging but a slit in two pieces with a monster sized dildo till my he dies! Honestly this fantasy of splitting a weak man in two had me tearing at the reins of sadism. It was then I realized that hurting men wasn’t enough. I needed to kill then and make them suffer for all they had done to me and my sisters. Dirty p-daddy cocks have been ripping cunts up since the beginning of time. Its my turn to put that ass pussy to good use. Now I have a very large dildo that is proportioned in the extreme. With a few adjustments, my cock would be the most brutal strap on device ever made!
Once I got that brat fucker in my sites the pain and punishment would be extreme.
Imagine my tiny sexy self having a man in stir-ups and giving that ass a fuck that will split him apart! Deeper and deeper as his organs spill out around my monster cock! Watch my eyes as I am covered in blood and killing you with ass rape porn. Because this little bitch would never dream of not getting this on Video!
You know you can come to me with your snuff needs, yourself or the brats that make your horny!

Your sadistic accomplice Teen Bitch.
Harper

Goth Teen Phone Sex Cutting

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I’m sure you think that all goth teen phone sex sluts have razor thin scars and cuts all over their arms and legs from self harm and masturbatory mutilation, huh?  You think that every gloom and doom loving girl with a violently horrible home life can’t help but to hurt herself because it’s the only thing she knows, right?  That might be the case for a lot of these horrific phone whores, but not me.  I mean, I’m definitely a cutter, no doubt.  But you don’t think I’m going to slice myself up, do you?

Get real.  If I’m not doing a ritual or trying to freak someone the fuck out, I’m not cutting myself.  I’ve had enough pain and torture in my time, my price has long been paid.  I do love the feeling of slashing into skin and making tiny, bloody gashes everywhere, though.  Since I don’t dare tarnish my alabaster flesh with crazy little cuts and scratches, you know who I set my sights on when I feel like having a little cutting fit…  “Here, piggy-piggy-piggy.” 

Fuck pigs are great to use for taking out all kinds of aggression, you can do a lot with them.  They’re great to violently fuck, terrorize, abuse and snuff out, of course, but they also make for great canvases for any skin sketches you might need to get out of your mind.  The best is finding a goth teen fuck pig who kind of likes it, too.  Moans and screams sound great together.  After an intense round of torture sex with whoever, I like to carve out some lines or stars, write my name, shit like that.  “Please cut me” is always fun to cut into someone, it makes me laugh, like drawing “Wash Me” into the grime caked on a dirty car.  I don’t know, it’s basically like simple doodling to decompress from a crazy hectic day, only these drawings tend to be permanent.  As permanent as the fucky-piggy-fuck-fuck I’m using to create them, anyway.  We’ll just see where the cutting leads us.

 

 

Goth teen phone sex and two little siblings get tortured

Goth teen phone sex

Goth teen phone sex and two little siblings get tortured. I kidnaped two cute little ones, a lolita and her little brother.  I tied them to my bed to have some real good fun with them. Things were going to get evil and bloody, my favorite. 😉 Of course, they kept kicking and screaming in fear while I set up the camera. They had just woken up since I knocked ’em out! I told them to calm down and that their mommy and daddy will be here soon (they paid for my services after all!) and that all will be fine. They just wanted me to teach them how to be good little sluts in a Snuff porn video. The first thing I did was get the boy nice and hard, he sniffed, and those little cries soon turned into little cute pants and moans. I stroked him off with two fingers then I went in with my mouth, he screamed and arched his hips into my mouth, and he got all of his tiny drops of cum on my tongue. The parents want their virginities, so I couldn’t take those unfortunately. Next was the pretty little lolita. I got her nice and wet by finding the spots that made her bare pussy tingle then I used my tongue and fucked her little pussy hole with it! She couldn’t stop kicked her legs and screaming, she was feeling REALLY good! 😉 Her tiny cunny pissed and came all over my face. I leaned back up and watched those littles pant and almost pass out due the pleasurable torture that I gave them. I went back and did it all over again. I was going to sexually torture these little ones. They were both oh, so, overstimulated with their tiny dick and cunt. The boy pissed in my mouth when I went back down on him and sucked his cock, he couldn’t take it and begged me to stop! I played with his cute and bare little balls before going to his sister. I used my tongue on her fuckhole and clitty, and she was crying from both the pain and pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to squirt all over my face! This was the easiest way I have even broken little ones before, I expected that I’d have to get bloody, but the parents told me that now their cute little slaves who craves daddy’s dick and mommy’s pussy every day! They beg to cum and feel good again like, “how babysitter Alice,” made them feel. 

What Are You Thankful For?

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Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Ways To Kill and Torture a Loser

knife play phone sexI love knife play phone sex. A knife is my best friend. It is my weapon of choice. I will always pick a knife to kill you with. It takes more skill to kill with a knife than a gun. I can kill with a knife. I can torture with a knife. I can castrate with a knife too. That is my favorite thing to do with a knife. Balls are overrated. I think they are a privilege that should be revoked by women like me. When I met Toby at the bar, I knew he was a tool. I saw him spiking women women’s drinks. I watched and waited for my opportunity. I am stealth. While he was spiking a woman’s drink, I spiked his. I always carry drugs on me because you never know when you must drug a tool or a young cunt. Anyway, I hit on him. I distracted him from the Goth babe he was trying to drug. I could have made him a snuff porn star. I decided to cut off his balls instead. It is a permanent reminder of how bad actions have consequences like losing your balls. When we were in his car, I made him think I was going to give him head. When I was near his balls, I pulled out my knife and sliced them off. He never saw it coming. He was screaming in pain. He was bleeding too. Normally, when I castrate a man, I will cauterize the wound. It will be nasty, but there will not be so much blood. This guy was a predator. He deserved the pain and the disfiguration of an impromptu castration. I am no patron saint of women, but he was in my bar. He was drugging my Goth friends. He was an outsider. You want to drug and fuck women, go to some coed bar. I will even help you. I am goth teen phone sex bitch, however. You come into my bar, drugging my people, you will lose your junk. I have castrated men for far less.

Gothic phone sex

Gothic phone sex

Ever since I was old enough to know I’ve been Just plain disgusted by humanity and society. ASS FUCK THE WORLD. Knowing that nothing that someone else wanted was something I wanted. SUCK DICK AND DIE BITCH. Society would say I was clinically depressed These terms don’t make sense. TRICK YOU DON’T KNOW ME. When I finally got into my sexual points I prefer being cut burned or choked out. SLAP ME CHOKE ME PULL MY HAIR. Always being put in the wrong crowd. WANT TO DO SOME DRUGS? My mom’s boyfriends used to come and touch me when I was younger. I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I GET OLDER. This made it hard for me to get in they got into sex for a while, But when I did. FREAK YOU THE WEEK TIE ME UP AND GANGBANG ME.

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I’m going to do everything ACDC Was always in play. ANY AND EVERYONE CAN GET SOME. I always liked the edgy stuff. My sexuality was open and accessible. DRUG MEE, FIST ME, SPANK ME, AND SLICE ME UP. So when someone asks me about queening I was ready and willing Come on baby in this Gothic phone sex I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.

 

Accomplice Phone Sex: Let’s get down to business.

 


Accomplice Phone Sex

That’s right, I’ll be your very own little Accomplice Phone Sex slut. Giving you everything you’ve ever wanted in a sick fucked up fantasy where you would need someone to be an Accomplice? To me that word… Accomplice, just means that you’re too much of a chicken shit to do it yourself. So you need sweet little Cora to do it for you, don’t ya?

Well, what are you waiting for? Get your cock out, I’ll get our little victim and we can begin having the best time you could ever imagine.  I know, I have this whole thing about being the victim myself, and you may be questioning my ability to actively help you wreak havoc on someone’s world. I can assure you that my fantasies can become your reality. Let me help you. Let’s get dark and fucked up together.

Torture Sex and Castration Fun with a Pathetic Tinkerbell

torture sexI am known as a torture sex bitch. So, when this little caged sissy called me, I was shocked at first. I am not a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore sadistic bitch into inflicting real pain. I specialize in cock and ball torture; I even go as far as to castrate losers. It does not take much to get me to mutilate your sex organs. I thrive on it. I knew this little sissy bitch had a death wish to call me and send me these shameful pictures. I mean who in their right mind would send me these pics and think I would not use them for nefarious purposes?  I am not some GFE babe or a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore castration phone sex bitch. I take men’s’ balls for looking at me funny. Look at this pathetic loser? She did this to herself, so you can imagine what I would do to her.  I castrated this sissy bitch, but only after and hour of tortuous foreplay that was pure pleasure for me.

castration phone sexThis little Goth sissy is what I would call self-ware. She did not call me for sissy training. She is a pain slut.  Likely born in the wrong body because she had a clit not dick. I called her Tinkerbell because her little cock cage made a ringing sound, and Tinkerbell is a good sissy faggot name. At least she was smart enough to know she was not calling a traditional sissy trainer. I am a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. I tortured that little Tinkerbell. She even helped in her own torture. She has an electric wand that shocks the body. It is akin to a cattle prod. Of course, I had her kick it up many notches beyond her comfort zone because that is what I do. I push pain tolerances. I make worthless tinkerbells beg for mercy. I find the pain threshold and push right past it. I do not get many pathetic pansy sissies calling me, but when I do, I castrate the losers and torture their shrinky dinks.

IT Wants Willow

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Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown.  Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death.  Not me, though.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.

It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho.  I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe.  It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do.  I love it.  That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.

The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub.  Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath.  I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep.  He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me.  I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer.  Color me intrigued.

His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat.  As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me.  Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it.  It didn’t work.  I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.  

Ever fluster a cosmic entity?  It’s pretty fun.  When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad.  That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me.  Now we’re talking.  I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time.  Hell, I’ll try anything once.

I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep.  Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right.  Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing.  I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me.  That demon definitely did not disappoint.

Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once.  I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine.  One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy.  I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain.  Cathartic as hell.  I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck.  We all fuck, down here.

 

Haunted Willow

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I’m haunted by all of the spirits that got trapped in my house of horrors during all of the cum and blood filled rounds of torturous and treacherous gothic phone sex.  I can’t get away from them, they’re always around to make my life a living hell.  Probably because of the horribly sadistic and violent ways they died here in my happy home.  

I didn’t snuff out all of them, but I definitely facilitated their fucked up finale’s.  That’s enough to keep their focus on me for my foreseeable future and potentially the remainder of their afterlives.  I knew what I was getting into when I started living the way I do, there’s a lot of dark shit that goes along with my lifestyle.  I didn’t know I’d have so many pissed off ghosts literally living with me from it all, though.

In my opinion, all of the little fuck pigs that get fucked to death under my roof are lucky.  When you die, wouldn’t you love to go out while you’re getting banged?  A lot of my victims get to live out that fantasy.  Or die out that fantasy, as it were.  How many people get to take their final breaths while they’re being forced to have multiple orgasms?  Don’t all whores want to die while they’re cumming?

I’m not going to stop, these spunk covered specters don’t scare me.  They annoy me.  What are they going to do to me, they’re fucking dead.  I’m going to step up my witchcraft game and clear them out with my own will, just like I did with their lives.  In the meantime, I’ll keep adding more cum covered ghouls to the group.