Category: Goth teen phone sex

My Happy House Of Horrors

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Yesterday one of my demented accomplices asked me how I came into possession of my Gothic house of sexual horrors and depravity.  He had a wild look on his face as his eyes darted about, taking in the terrifying tableaux of demonic dolls and creepy crawlies that were seemingly seeping out of the woodwork.  The truth is this place is steeped in filth and my horde of possessed dollies are just a manifestation of all the foul events that have transpired here.

I was just a teenage runaway when I was deposited on the doorstep of this manor of murder, molestation and mayhem.  It was raining really hard and I had hitched a ride from some perv who said he’d take me anywhere I wanted for a little pussy.  It just so happens that my pussy is the littlest cunt around.  He had his way with me and I told him that I just wanted to go someplace dry so he brought me here, said it stays abandoned because anyone who lives in it ends up dead.  I told him “We all end up dead.” and walked inside to dry all of the rain and cum off of me.

Obviously, the house didn’t kill me.  The house loves me, loves who I am, I can feel it.  I turned out to be the perfect bait for it to trap all of the unsuspecting suckers it needs to survive.  I feed it and it keeps me safe.  People are afraid of this place and all of the tortured souls inside.  But the ghosts here don’t scare me, I scare them.

 

Broken Hearted Bitch

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One of my girlfriends fucked up recently and broke my poor little heart, so I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

I caught her trying to fuck the new boy I’d pinned my eyes own down at the campus. She knew damn well I wanted to snatch his sweet virginity (so I could sacrifice him, of course!) but when I caught her in the car, I was going to take a tooth for a tooth, if you know what I mean.

As I stood before her laughing, the blood pouring down my hands, down my wrists and up my arms, she screamed. I showed her the thing in my hand, her eyeball that I’d plucked from her pretty little head and turned into jelly by crushing it in my palm. “An eye for an eye, bitch.” I sniggered as she screamed.

I grabbed her car keys, the same one I’d caught her fucking my little boy toy in, and I stabbed them through her sternum and into her heart. I slowly used that dull key blade to painfully rip her chest open wide enough, and then used those keys to cut her heart from her chest. Her last breath, she stared at me. “Heart breaker, love taker, don’t you mess around with me.” I said as I bit into her still-beating heart!

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Skilled at Snuff Phone Sex

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Snuff phone sex is to die for with me. See what I did there. I may be a dark bitch, but I have a sense of humor. I enjoy life. I just enjoy it differently than most people. Where many girls my age live for social media and dating, I live for killing. I enjoy snuff. And not fantasies. The real thing. I have been killing since I was in high school. Once you get a taste for killing, you keep on killing. My first kill was orchestrated by my grandpa. I miss him. He died about 10 years ago. I like to think he would be proud of me. I had a mean girl in high school. Not that I cared what barbie dolls thought of me. It was more that this girl was relentless. And she drained my energy. She had to go. My grandpa knew she made life hard for me, and he wanted to help me kill her in a way that I would not get caught. He also taught me the two birds, one stone philosophy. I had a guy I needed taken care of too. He spread false rumors about us fucking because I rejected him. He was a loser. I was not fucking him. My uncle was savvy in all things, including computer hacking and murder. We hacked both the mean girl and the tool’s computers to make it look like they were once a thing that ended badly. Rule number one in a murder, is framing some one for your crime. And rule number two is to make sure you establish motive for your patsy. I snuck in my mean girl’s bedroom late one night and stabbed her to death. It was a blood fest. I sexually mutilated her too. That would make it look like my tool did it because sexual mutilation is often a crime of passion. My grandpa was so wise. He instilled in me not only a love for crime, but the skills to be a criminal and get away with it. My tool was arrested for my mean girl’s murder and tried as an adult. He was sentence to life in prison and all his appeals were denied. It was a crime that shook my community because the mean girl was a beloved cheerleader and the crime itself was horrific. I have gotten away with snuff sex hundreds of times since. Now, I am passing on my killer skills to men like you. Who can I help you snuff?

I Love Being a Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Accomplice for You

babysitter phone sexGuys call be all the time for bad babysitter phone sex. I hate brats so I have no problem being the evil accomplice to the snuffing of a young brat on or off the phone. Sometimes I pose as a real babysitter to get access to little brats. It is amazing how many folks do not check references. I have a fake profile on a babysitting site. I wear a wig and glasses. I do not look Goth. I have fake references. And every week someone calls me. I ignore most of the calls. They come in on my burner cell that’s not traceable. I keep it active because some guy will hire me for my dark services, and he will want to explore rape phone sex fantasies with a young girl. If he does not have the girl already captive or picked out, I will answer a babysitting call if it is for a young girl. I got one last week but had to wait till this week when I could get a babysitting call. Last night, he came to the house where I was sitting. I had the little girl all ready for him to fuck. She was drugged and out cold. I had a plastic sheet down on the bed because there would be blood. He has been wanting to fuck a young girl for ions. It has always been his fantasy, but he never knew how to make it happen until he saw my ad on the dark net. Most guys must wait several weeks or a month for me to get the right babysitting gig, but this guy got it in less than two weeks. He did not last long inside her tiny little cunt either. Few men do. He made a mess of her. But she would not remember a thing. I cleaned up the mess between her legs, got rid of the plastic tarp and put her clothes back on. Parents would not notice a thing, well not until it was too late to find a babysitter named Ashley Burton who does not exist. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner.

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Gothic Phone Sex Haunts The Hallways

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Savage and brutal Gothic phone sex Queen, I leave no room for mercy. I’m both a sadistic whore and a snuff accomplice, and that violent urge you have is going to fill a hole in me. Better yet, let’s find us something young and unsuspecting, and make a new hole in her to fill. I’m thinking something that will tremble when you stroke it’s hair with the back of your glove. When she cries out, back hand her and remind her who’s running the show. Her cunt will be leaky since I’ve been drugging her up and getting her all ready for a fun fucking party she’s not going to survive.

Let’s execute my favorite murder phone sex fantasies; the ones where we take this bitch, show her all my rape fantasies that leave her begging for death, and then slowly cut little chunks from her body and feed them to her mother Let her bleed out slowly, pour salt in the wound, and make her into the little torture cunt doll you’ve been seeking. If you don’t blow a load inside our little snack pack, I’m sure I could bend over and let you slide that thick, sadistic cock into my cunt. After all, I really think I might have a little addiction brewing.

And sadistic phone sex sessions with plenty of blood and even more fucking? That’s what gets me wet!

 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

My Speciality is Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty, yet daily some looser IMs me with a “What’s up Boo,” or “I cannot wait to fuck you,” or even worse, “You gonna drain these nuts, bitch?” Those losers are stupid and do not read. We have bios and blogs for a reason. I do not do submissive calls. I do not do fuck calls. At least not your traditional fuck calls. I am a sick bitch. I carry a big knife and I am not afraid to use it. I castrate men who think they can make me their bitch. In what planet do I look or sound like the kind of girl who takes Daddy’s dick? I was born into this world to be a sick bitch. I was raised to be a dominant bitch. I do not do typical fuck calls. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch who enjoys your pain, anyone’s pain. The last loser who tried to fuck me with his worthless pecker got his dick cut off with his balls. I turned his balls into earrings. Men need to take heed of me. I am a Goth chick with a perverted mind. There is not an ounce of me who is submissive. I do not care how big your dick is or how much money you have either. You are my victim or my accomplice. I will cut off a big dick as easily as I will chop off a worthless pecker if you try to treat me like your bitch. Chris was Iming me all last night with misogynistic words. He got a much different call than he wanted. That is because the caller is never always right with me. I am right. What I say goes. I am not playing the part of some love sick submissive bitch just because you pay for it. I took his dick and his balls. And I will take yours too if you try to make me your bitch, your victim or your girlfriend. Consider yourself warned.

Gothic Phone Sex Torture in My Crypt

The best birthday I could have was Catholic phone sex torture in my crypt. I saw the cutest little couple wandering around the graveyard. They were dressed in black heavy black eyeliner on and wearing some some of the trendiest new rock boots. These two are so cute they annoyed me. I decided to invite them down into one of the Crypt’s to enjoy some Absinthe.
I made them a special class of absinthe each. The fun was about to start. These two started feeling really funny ha ha Ha ha ha. I really enjoyed it, these two starting to lose consciousness. It was a slow process for the girl. She was a little bigger and I gave her a little less because I wanted her to witness more of the fun. I wanted her to witness the things I had planned for her boyfriend.
she was a little loopy I’m not understanding what was happening. I cuffed her hands behind her back and her ankles tied to the chair. Her boyfriend now that was a whole other story. I had him naked and sprawled out on the tombstone or on the tomb in the crypt. Do you know that big of a slab of marble. He was so passed out his eyes are going rolling in the back of the head. Not sure if he had a pulse or not didn’t matter. His cock was hard and her I just had to were you know take advantage of that just just to make her  upset.

So yeah I fucked him wasn’t a great fuck but it was a cock in my cunt. And a bitch in distress. As I was riding his cock I was putting clamps on his nipples hooked up to a battery and plain Dr. Frankenstein with energy pulses. It was so great I decided I needed to do it to his cock. I had so much fun at my new little gadget and my new little plate thanks it was a great time. I would love to go into it with you maybe do it to you you know torture your pathetic ass and make your girlfriend watch what vice versa.

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Killer Phone Sex Desires

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are common. But I do not just have fantasies. I act on my desires. I am not the type of woman to show restraint. I am a narcissist and a sociopath. The only things different from me and most serial killers is that I never hurt animals, and no one diddled me as a little girl. I think even as a schoolgirl men knew not to touch me because I would have stabbed them in the heart. I had a weird fascination with knives when girls my age were playing with Barbie dolls. I grew up to be a taboo phone sex bitch because it is in my DNA. My grandpa on my dad’s side was a sadistic bastard who liked only me. I was his protégé. He was the warden and owner of a private prison once upon a time, but the government shut him down for cruel and unusual experiments on prisoners. I inherited his estate, which came with an electric chair and a huge knife collection worth over a million dollars because many of the knives go back centuries. My first kill was as my grandpa’s accomplice. He had kidnapped this young teen slut. She was hitchhiking. Grandpa used me as a wingman. Girls felt safe taking a ride from a grandpa with his young granddaughter in the car. I remember that first kill like it was yesterday. Grandpa had her tied up and naked. He fucked her and then carved her up like a side of beef. He left the deadly cut to me, though. That was my first snuff porn, and I was in a Catholic school outfit. My white blouse turned bright red when I stabbed my grandpa’s fuck meat in the chest. I went crazy stabbing her like 40 times. I was in a frenzied state because I was so excited to kill. My grandpa groomed me to be the stealth serial killer I am today. He gave me the knowledge, skills and tools to remain undetected by the police or FBI. I miss my grandpa, but I know I am making him proud in hell.

Taboo Phone Sex, Or Bloody Love?

Taboo Phone Sex Tell me, is it just taboo phone sex, or is it a sadistic bitch who’s finally found a like-minded match that loves the slaughter and the chase just as much as I do? I think we both know the answer. You’re obsessed with me. You worship the very ground I walk on, and we both know you’re trapped in denial about how badly you want to spill the guts of some young slut with me, want to listen to her pant and scream as she begs for, at first, her life.

And then, she’ll be begging for a quicker death than what me and my beloved planned to give her. I wanted to make snuff porn with her tight, little body. I wanted to perfectly capture the way she begged for Mommy to please come and help her while I used a hook to disembowel her. That would come last, and my sweet lover would cum first in her mouth, then in her sodomized ass, and finally in that untouched young cunt she was sporting for us.

I helped him, holding her frail, bound body up and whispering in his ear as he begged me to hurt her one more time so he could feel the throes of death, pain, and suffering milking his cock in our super fucked ass rape porn fantasy sprung to life.

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Christmas Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexIt was a castration phone sex Christmas for me. It is a tradition for me. I have no family alive anymore, but that does not give me the holiday blues. I always find some poor sap who wants to spend Christmas with me. Some schmuck who overestimates my need for him.  I was sitting at a bar alone last night. I knew someone would approach me. Someone always does. They falsely assume I am desperate and lonely. They think I am an easy lay. They think they are doing me a favor by taking me home. Cannot play the player. This loser fell into my lap so easily last night. He had cheesy pick-up lines, and back-handed compliments. Just some loser who has to troll for pussy. He will not be trolling any more because I took his nuts. I could have killed him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I wanted him to be scarred for life and I wanted him to have a memory that would never fade. He will never troll for another chick again because I neutered him. I took is balls in his own bed. He never saw it coming either. He had me pinned on his bed, but I was not helpless. My big sharp knife was nearby. And that knife sliced his testicles off with one swipe. The look on his face was priceless. I do not think he felt it until he saw the blood. It was like the alcohol and shock numbed the initial pain, but once he saw the blood and his severed balls, he knew what happened. He fell over and I had to decide if this was just torture sex, or a snuff date. I went into his kitchen and heated up a pan. Then I cauterized his wound. He will have a nasty scar, but he will live, and he will never fuck again. He will not underestimate women ever again either.