Category: Goth teen phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Gene Makes Some Women Natural Born Killers

killer phone sexI possess the killer phone sex gene. Do you? A psychologist would have a field day with me. Although I am sure I meet a lot of the psychopathic characteristics in the DSM, I do not meet them all. Which can make me seem so normal. For example, I show mercy and empathy. Perhaps, not to men and sluts, but I would never harm an animal. And some women I spare because I see potential in them. Or I just despise the man who hired me to kill the woman that much.

Although I have not spared many lives, I have flipped the tables on a few tools. Clark hired me to kill a teen girl. Well, he hired me to kidnap a girl he knows so he could explore his rape fantasies with her. And he wanted to snuff her out afterwards. I wanted the job. Money makes the world go around, right?

But I experienced a crisis of my consciousness that would perplex a psychologist. So, I flipped the scene. The girl I kidnapped became my accomplice. She showed great potential for mayhem and bloodshed. Like a mini me. However, my accomplice appeared brain dead and misogynistic. Men like him overpopulate the world. However, Goth girls like me seem harder to find.

Sometimes I See More Potential in a Victim Than I Do My Accomplice

My client hired me to kidnap his Goth niece because he thinks she is a freak of nature and he wanted to fuck her and snuff her afterwards. Since I did not enjoy his views on Goth babes, I decided to save the girl and turn her into my Goth accomplice phone sex partner. And you should have seen how she rolled with her second chance in life.

I gave her my big knife. And instead of charging him with a jab to the gut or a jugular vein, she stabbed him in the groin. And when he went down, she pulled his cock out of his pants and stabbed it until it looked like minced meat. She made a bloody massacre of his cock. Just like I would have done too. Her instincts for torture and pain over a quick death endeared her to me.

I sat back and watched as the victim became the victor in this fight for life. All covered in blood from the frenzied mutilation of her uncle’s junk, she looked at me, smiled and told me, “That felt good.” Yep, a natural born killer this one. How could I kill her? I helped her finish her uncle with a quick lesson on major arteries and torture sex. Then we fed him to the wildlife. Finally, I have another mini me to train. Although it is true that I hate most teens, this one appeared the exception to the rule. And I will make good use of her.

Snuff sex has you wanting to ravage and kill your goth teen

Snuff sexSnuff sex with your very own teen daughter? How wrong is that? Why would you even think about fucking her and then slicing her head off? How sick, you filthy fucking bastard! No, I will still do it, and no I don’t think you’re thinking with your brain though. How the fuck am I supposed to dispose of her.  Need me to Slice her up like roast beef and make a stew out of her organs?

On second thought, my mutts can help chew her bones and make it look like a wild dog attack, I guess. Is this really what you want? Okay well here’s the plan. I lure her to a decrepit old meat processing plant. Not hard since raves are held in abandoned and forgotten places in the city.  That part is easy since she is the epitome of Goth teen phone sex! 

SNuff sex has you wanting to ravage and kill your goth teen

Little sexy thick black eyeliner, and black hair dyed over her baby blonde roots. And forgetting that she is just a little fuck doll with a bald pussy and still a virgin.  Your little bitch thinks she’s gay, she just hasn’t had Daddy’s dick yet!

We are going to open her mind up to your thick p-daddy cock! Maybe we can keep her in a cage at my place for a while until she admits she loves your cock. My next question is if that happens do you trust her not to talk? Will we bounce her brains out of her head still, or what? Final Question, are you wanting to fuck her dead body before I decimate her completely? 

 

Snuff Sex is the Only Kind of Sex for Me

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex for me. Sure, I enjoy fucking. But I do not enjoy cuddling or baby talk or any of that relationship bullshit. I use men as I see fit. And when they do not follow my rules, I kill them. You could make me cum like a porn star or have a huge cock, but I will kill you if you try to spoon me or talk like a man in love. The only thing in this world that I love is a good kill.

Although Troy showed a lot of promise, he quickly violated my rules. We met on the dark net. I helped him kill a bitch. A young schoolgirl he fucked. She did not look at it the same way he did, and she tried to blackmail him. So, I told him how to get rid of her. And that bonded us. He enjoyed turning her into a snuff porn doll. He showed me pictures and videos he took of her dying too.

So, when he suggested we meet, I thought he could be an excellent accomplice. But he disappointed me, and I killed him. I think he wanted a girlfriend more than an accomplice, and I am not that girl. Having a devious and soulless accomplice is all I want. However, men love an elusive Goth chick. Even when I am clear about what I want, they still ignore my boundaries. So, the way I see it, Troy had a death wish. Or why else would he disregard my rules.

I Can Just Kill a Man for Shits and Giggles

He did not put up much of a fight when I castrated him. And I enjoyed severing the balls of a man I just fucked. His testicles glistened with my cunt juice. I tossed them into the woods as a treat for the animals. Then I dissected his body like he was a lab frog in a high school biology class. He bled everywhere and screamed in pain as I removed his organs one by one. Organ meat contains iron and protein. I saved his heart for last. And I ate it while it still beat.

Troy’s last image was of me eating his heart and laughing at his painful, torture sex death. Some men will just never understand me. So, I take that as disrespect to women, and I will not stand for it. Listen to me. Respect my boundaries. Hunt and kill with me. Or lose your life.

2 girl phone sex means you get 2 bloody victims, Master!

2 girl phone sex2 girl phone sex means you get 2 bloody victims, Master! Oh, where do I even begin? My name is Marley and I am one sexy wild perverted snuff whore. I am nothing but a piece of meat to my Master, and I love every second of it. My desires know no bounds and I am constantly seeking new levels of depravity to please my Master and fulfill my own twisted desires.

Fiona and I are his prized possessions, his two favorite victims. We know that our purpose in life is to serve him, to be used and abused in any way he sees fit. The thought of being his playthings, his objects of pleasure, makes us wet with anticipation. We crave his touch, his knives, his blood.

You see, our Master loves knives. And he loves using them on our soft, delicate skin. The way the sharp blade slides effortlessly through our flesh, causing a surge of pleasure and pain at the same time, is unlike anything else in this world. He knows exactly where to cut to make us scream in ecstasy.

But he also knows how to keep us in line. One wrong move and he will threaten us with his biggest knife, the one that could penetrate us in ways we never thought possible. And we both know that he is not afraid to use it if we don’t behave. We are his personal toys, his dolls to be played with and discarded when he has had his fill.

I know that my Master has been craving bloody phone sex, and Fiona and I are more than willing to indulge him. We are his slut victims, his canvas to paint with blood and sweat. He loves to fill us with his fluid, making us feel dirty and used, but it is a feeling we both crave. We are his delicate girls, his whores, ready to be mutilated, fucked and made to cum blood.

So I cum blood, Fiona cums blood and Master cums buckets! We know that we deserve to suffer, to be punished for our wickedness. So go ahead, call and let me and Fiona fulfill your darkest, blood-soaked fantasies. We are waiting, Master. We are your willing, submissive, and oh so perverted snuff whores.

 

Cannibalism Phone Sex Because I Don’t Leave a Trace

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex might not be your cup of tea. So, if it is not, move along. But I am a sick bitch with lots of taboo predilections. The way I view cannibalism is that it is better to eat the body you just killed than to get caught. I am simply a conservationist who believes in disposing of any harmful or toxic waste in a manner that does not disrupt nature’s ecological process.

Plus, have you seen the cost of groceries lately? However, poor losers can provide me with several months’ worth of meat. What you cannot do for me while you are alive, you can do for me in death. Make yourself useful to a snuff porn Goth goddess. Let me kill you and eat you.

In a way I am like a Praying Mantis. I bite the head off my playmates. Although I do not need sex in the conventional way most folks do. I do use my Goth appeal to lure guys when I am starting to run low on man meat. I let Xander worship my body first. He ate my pussy. And he licked my ass, but instead of fucking him or even sucking his cock, I bit it off and drank his blood like a vampire.

I am a Praying Mantis of Sorts. After Mating I Bite Your Head Off or Maybe Your Dick

His testicles I bit off next. I know he thought we would fuck, but I was hungry. So, I left bites and cuts all over his skin to exsanguinate him. A body drained of blood just cooks better. I shoved a stick so far up his ass that it came out the other end. Plopped him over an open flame and slow cooked him for hours to get that tender meat.

He can take solace in the fact that he will feed me for months. Most men can serve me better in their death than they can alive. I am not the GFE kind of woman. More like sadistic phone sex kind of woman. I ate some of Xander last night after he cooked for hours. And I must say that I will enjoy feasting on his flesh. And no doubt, the wild animals that live in the woods behind my kill shack will enjoy his bones.

Bloody phone sex is so yummy, make me squirt with blood!

Bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex is so yummy, make me squirt with blood! I love nothing more than to hear your heavy breathing on the other end of the line. The anticipation of what’s to come makes my body quiver with excitement. I want to hear you tell me how you’re going to cut me open and make me bleed. How you’re going to rip me apart and pleasure me in ways I never thought possible.

I want to be cut, bruised, and battered until I am bleeding profusely. And she’ll beg for more, because nothing gets her off like the feeling of being torn apart and devoured by a man.

I crave the taste of human flesh on my lips and the feeling of warm blood trickling down my chin. And when I am in the throes of passion, I  even invite you to indulge in the feast with me.

So if you’ve ever dreamed of having hot cannibalism phone sex, I am the girl for you. Just imagine my moans of pleasure as you penetrate my tight, bloody asshole, the scent of death and desire filling the air. And when you’re on the brink of climax, I’ll beg you to cut me open, to rip out my  innards and feast on them while you explode inside me.

So come on, Daddy, give me a call and let’s make all of our evil, twisted fantasies come to life. Don’t be shy, I am open to anything and everything. Because when it comes to phone sex, anything goes. 

 

Rape phone sex fantasies leads to teen victims bleeding.

Rape phone sex fantasies             Rape phone sex fantasies leads to teen victims bleeding. Now for a change I will allow you to take the lead and I will simply be your helper. Get the pizza to put around your cock. Get you warmed up by sucking on your cock. Follow your lead to finding the perfect little teen that you want the fantasy rape on. Turn on the porn, know how you like them young. Barely legal teens being forced is what I have. As long as it gets you in the mood, we have achieved our goal.

            As soon as it starts as shown above, I will suck your cock and get you hard. Next, I will go and get the pizza and pick up the teen along the way. Finally, bring her back and force her to her knees before you. Grasping her hair, pushing her down onto your cock. Making her suck you as you watch fantasy teen rape porn.

            Grabbing a slice of pizza, proceeding to keep her on your cock. I will hold her as you force fuck her mouth. Most notably is when she gags and vomits, and we force her to clean it up. Force fucks that throat so hard you rip it up. Afterwards I will hold her down as you force her that teen little fucking whore and pound your throbbing cock into that cunt hole. Ultimately Cumming in her cunt with her vaginal blood soaking your cock.

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy!

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex that isn’t hard to find Daddy! Some might say I have a twisted mind and a thirst for blood, but to me, it’s just an insatiable hunger for pleasure. And I am not afraid to admit it. I love offering the hottest and most disturbing fantasies to anyone who is brave enough to call.

I get off on using sharp objects to stab and torture my victims, both physically and mentally. The screams of pain and the fear in their eyes only intensify my pleasure. And when I’m done, I take things to the next level by indulging in some sexy and violent activities with my Daddy!

Together, we get fresh meat and use all kinds of objects to make them squirm. We tease and taunt them, driving them to the brink of madness before finally giving them the ultimate release. Our favorite part is when we get to fuck our victims, and we do it with intensity and insanity. I love seeing the fear and pain in their eyes as we ravage them. And I know daddy loves it too, as he takes control of their mouths while I go to town on their pussy and asshole with my big hunting knives.

 We love seeing blood and sweat mix together as we indulge in our dark desires. And for those who are brave enough, we also offer wild mutilation phone sex. That’s right, we don’t just stop at pain and pleasure, we take it a step further and fulfill your darkest and most twisted fantasies.

So, daddy, if you’re looking for something truly wild and unforgettable, give me a call. I promise to give you the best playtime experience you’ve ever had. But be warned, once you enter my world, there is no turning back. I am ready to fulfill your every desire.

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Goth teen phone sex

Goth teen phone sexAs I sit here, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something lurking beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect life. Despite the accolades of beauty and the appearance of a happy existence, I’ve always felt unattractive. There’s an unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity that I can’t quite shake.

But recently, I’ve discovered a peculiar source of beauty, not from an injury as one might expect, but from a deeper place within myself. This newfound beauty has led me on a twisted journey of self-discovery, one that I initially attempted to suppress.

Knife play phone sexI’ve intentionally inflicted pain on myself, not in the traditional sense of seeking aid, but out of a dark desire for exploration. I’ve been immersed in a realm of self-discovery, one that’s led me to crave external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure has transformed into an insatiable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies. I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, one where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, and where my ultimate, horrifying fantasies can finally be brought to life.

As I delve deeper into this dark abyss, I find myself inextricably entwined in a forbidden kink that I can’t deny. The line between pleasure and pain has become blurred, and I’m questioning my own sanity. But even as I venture into the unknown, I’m drawn to the thrill of it all, the adrenaline rush that comes with stepping into the darkness.