Listen up, you filthy animals! It’s Jade, the queen of all things dirty and depraved. Today, I’m gonna take you on a walk through the sewer of my twisted mind, so hold your breath and try to keep up.
There are so many delicious levels of Torture sex. The thrill of the chase, the taste of power, and the sight of blood excite my pussy. I know how to pick the sweetest ones. I mean after all virgin blood is the best. They have to be sweet and naive. They don’t know what’s going to happen to them until it is too late. I love the look in their eyes when they realize their fate.
Once I’ve got her right where I want the little slut, I’ll start with a little knife play. Slowly, I’ll trace the cold steel along her soft pale skin, watching the goosebumps rise and the fear flickers in her eyes. You’ll be between her legs sucking and licking her little virginal holes.
Then I’ll make you bury your cock deep inside that tight little hole. The Snuff sex is far more satisfying to me when you are begging for mercy too. I like to tease pathetic little worms like you. It’s so cute that you think you have a chance with me.
I lure you in, don’t I? I show you all the signs that I am going to take your cock and give you a ride of a lifetime. But in reality, you are just as trapped in my torture web as the sacrifice You are going to fuck her. Defile her little bald pussy and I am going to stab her until you are covered in her blood. Then maybe I’ll let you touch me.
Sadistic phone sex is all I know. I am not a warm fuzzy type of girl. And I am not girlfriend material either. Most men I meet, fill me with disdain. They say something misogynistic, or they somehow falsely believe that they can fuck me just because they are a man. No man is entitled to fuck me. And those who think they can, often lose their balls, sometimes their life too.
At my local Goth bar two nights ago, a guy came in who looked clearly out of place. He looked like a yuppie. And Goth girls like me are accustomed to non-Goth men coming into the bar thinking they can pick up a Goth babe. None of us want some strait-laced suit and tie kind of guy. So, when Adam bought me a drink, I knew what he was thinking. But I am impervious to men like him.
However, I did not plan castration phone sex that night. But he pushed his luck with the comment, “My Body, His Choice.” He played it off like he was joking. But I knew better. So, I took him home and severed his balls. He thought he might get lucky with me. The poor loser assumed I wanted to fuck him. As if that bad joke would make me drop my panties. Maybe it works with a coed bimbo, but not a sadistic bitch. He picked the wrong girl if he wanted to get laid.
Once he was naked, I could see he was all potatoes and no meat. Adam belonged in women’s panties, not boxers. Talk about a small dick. Wow. If he had 2 inches hard, I would be surprised. I tied him up to the bed, got out my knife, and severed his balls. And I did not even use a castration band. He did not deserve his pain to be lessened. I wanted him to feel everything. He deserved extreme cock and ball torture sex. And he got it. But he cried like a bitch. And he bled like a stuck pig.
Eventually, I cauterized the wound. Although I wanted to kill him, I like neutering men like him, so they have a constant reminder of what their bad actions cost them. He won’t bother any women ever again.
Hey, you sick fucks, I’m here to talk about some twisted shit, a phone sex fantasy for the fucked-up, you perverted bastards. I’m your goth teen, a dark mistress, here to bring pain, you filthy freaks.
I get off on seeing men’s cocks mutilated, a sick pleasure, a bloody delight, you twisted fucks. Your pain is my fucking joy, a sinister game, and I’ll go to extreme lengths, you pathetic perverts. Like that cheating bastard who felt my wrath, a gasoline enema, a burning reminder, you dumb fools.Step into my dungeon, a realm of torture, where your cock is just the beginning, you worthless freaks. I’ll use my tools, whips and chains, to bring you to the brink, a painful thrill, you masochistic fucks. Your screams are music to my ears, a symphony of agony, as I push your limits, you twisted Bitch.
Think you can handle the extreme? Your cock, a useless piece of meat, will bow to my will, a torturous delight, you filthy bastards. I’ll give you a taste of hell, a bloody pleasure, and laugh as you suffer, you sick fucks.
Violent phone sex fantasies, I welcome every day. Men who call me for vanilla sex, never seem pleased when I want to castrate them. But not my fault a guy does not realize what a snuff site offers. If you are dumb enough to call a sadistic bitch on a snuff site for vanilla sex, you deserve whatever comes your way.
I will say it until I am blue in the face. A man can only be my accomplice or my victim. The truth is, I do not need a partner. I am capable of mayhem all on my own. Standing only 5’2, I sure know how to handle myself. I think most men underestimate a short Goth girl. But no one should ever underestimate me.
Over the weekend, I worked with John to explore his teen rape porn addiction with a young girl. I took him to a different county where we could not be linked easily to the crime. Surrogate victims work best for men. Because if you kill someone close to you, the police view you as a suspect. We found the perfect teen girl at the mall for him. But after I went through all the trouble of kidnapping her and bringing her to my cabin in the woods, he got cold feet.
He paid me $300,000 to fuck and kill a young girl. What did he think would happen? I always deliver what a man pays for. And since he did not want to force fuck or kill her, I coached her on how to torture him. Someone needed to die. And if you pay for a service, allow me to take some big risks, then back out, you deserve to die. So, I let this teen girl exact her revenge.
She did not heed my suggestion to inflict torture sex slowly. When she plunged my knife into his belly, he bled out quickly. Although a quick death never satisfies me, I did become $300,000 richer. Plus, another loser bit the bullet. And I have a new young protégé. She appears to be a natural born killer like me.
Bitch, listen up! This slut called me, yearning for a brutal fuck session that’d leave her sore for days, you twisted perverts. I played along, becoming a sadistic motherfucker with a hard-on for young blood, and you know I delivered, you sickos.
I tied this bitch up, shut her mouth with a ball gag, and ran a knife along her soft skin, making her shiver with fear and lust, you depraved fucks. Her whimpers were fucking music to my ears, a mix of terror and arousal, as I whispered every nasty thing I’d do to her.I told her I’d pound her tight cunt and virgin ass, making her scream for mercy, you filthy freaks. I’d leave marks on her delicate body, owning her like the pathetic sub she is. Her moans turned to pleas for more, but I just chuckled, promising to give her the pain she craved, you twisted bastards.
By the time I was done, she was trembling, begging for release, but loving every moment, you sickos. So, if you’re into hardcore fuckery, I’ll take you on a ride that’ll make your darkest desires come alive, you filthy, perverted freaks!
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.
Knife play phone sex remains my favorite. I inherited a massive knife collection from my grandpa when he died. Some of these knifes historians would consider priceless because they date back hundreds of years. My grandpa bought most of them on the black market, so they are not traceable. No one knows I have these knives. But I never leave a dead body anywhere for folks to discover. I let nature take care of the remains. But when I castrate or mutilate men, the knife pattern will not be traceable if a victim goes to the police.
Did you know that a forensic specialist can tell you the type of knife used to stab someone. Then they can see who has purchased one of those knives in recent months. So, when I do a free castration phone sex visit, I use an untraceable knife. Plus, I enjoy using ancient knives to remove a man’s junk. It offers a more barbaric or medieval feel to the torture.
Knives just have more versatility than a gun. You cannot torture someone with a gun. You aim, you shoot, they die or bleed out. It’s quick. The pain does not last long. Although I often cauterize the wound after I remove the balls, the pain lasts. It’s a physical and psychological pain. If a man did not want to be castrated, he lives with the pain of never being erect again. Psychological pain can last forever.
I gave a free castration over the weekend. He deserved it. This hipster douche bag tried to spike drinks at the Goth bar. Did you know a girl can wear a certain nail polish that if she dips her finger in a drink, it turns a different color when the drink contains roofies? Few men do. But I tested a few drinks and lured the culprit back to his place. He wanted to fuck a Goth girl.
But I did not want to fuck him. However, I did want to inflict maximum cock and ball torture sex pain. So, I used a rustic knife to chop his balls off. And I did let him bleed a little before I cauterized his wound. Normally, I take the balls as a souvenir. In my dungeon torture chamber, I have over 100 balls in a jar fermenting as a reminder. Sort of my trophies. But I left this bastard’s balls in his mouth to shut him up.
He appeared to still be breathing when I left. But he passed out from the shock. Dumbass. You do not come into a Goth bar and spike drinks to force fuck women. Not in my bar. Not on my watch.
Murder phone sex fantasies live rent free in our minds. But for most people, that’s where they stay. In their minds. But not me. I am not most folks. I have an impulse control disorder. When I meet someone who annoys me or pisses me off with their actions or words, it takes every bit of inner strength to control my murderous impulses. However, there is a time and place for murder. So, I learned to hone my rage. My grandfather taught me self-control. And how to kill undetected.
If not for my grandpa, I would have been sent to prison as a teen. In a fit of rage, I killed my high school bully in the woods on my way home from school. Although no one saw me, I left my DNA everywhere. And I did not hide the body. I ran. But I was covered in blood. At first my grandpa thought I injured myself. So, I confessed what I had done. And my grandpa cleaned up my mess.
However, he saw the killer phone sex instinct in me. He recognized it because he had the same instincts as me. But he learned how to kill undetected. And how to clean up a crime scene to avoid detection. My second kill he supervised. He even picked out the victim for me. Another bully from school. But not a bully of mine. He taught me about surrogates. If I have a personal beef with someone and its well known, I become a suspect when they die or disappear.
But if I find a similar person whom I have no connection with, my name will never come up as a suspect. I have killed a couple folks with a connection to me, but a connection no one would put together. For the most part, I still practice all the snuff sex techniques my grandpa taught me. And now I teach others how to do the same thing. You can get always with murder too. But you need my help.
Fantasy phone sex. As you stand over me watching me sleep, stroking your big cock,rubbing your hands up my soft silky legs, my skin is so soft at your fingertips, your caressing my skin, sliding your thick fingers in my lacy panties, rubbing my soft pussy lips,my cream coats your fingertips as you stick them in my velvet like tunnel, I pretend to be sleeping as uncle Scott plays with my pussy, maybe if I stay asleep he will be gentle, two fingers then three, it’s so hard not to moan or wiggle as your thick digits invade my slit, I feel like I am about to cum really hard when you slide your two fingers in my asshole, fighting the urge to scream fuck me harder uncle Scott, I bite my bottom lip when you start to pinch my nipples with your now three fingers in my tight asshole, I hear you unzip your pants, climbing in my bed you turn me over onto my stomach, shoving your thick hard cock in my sleepy pussy, hammering at my cervix I cant hold it anymore, Fuck me harder uncle Scott pound my pussy,grabbing my ass cheeks spreading them wide you drive your fucking cock deeper in my pussy,sucking on my neck as you drill into my gooey pussy, your sleeping beauty is awake and ready for you to explode inside her tight dripping wet pussy, spraying my walls with all your fucking cum.
