Category: Goth teen phone sex

Mr. torture teacher who trapped and ravaged my sweet precious teen cunt during school

Teen phone sex

God damn evil manipulative creepy creechy teacher, class wasn’t dismissed when I was in there. Among all the goth teen barely legal bitches he had his eye’s on my tiny prize. Everytime we were required to learn, facing the board, he’d stand over me with his stick, staring down into my tit’s, peeking at my panties up my skirt, staring deep into my eye with an evil demented plan festering in his god damn old dick daddy sick head.

“class dismissed” but not for me, he grabbed me by my blonde hair, locked the classroom door, hands around me neck telling me I won’t get to ever leave this sick fucking town, graduate unless I be his slave.

His closet to the room was dark, lit up by red lights, ropes hanging from the ceiling, he hung me by my arms and legs, slapped the fuck outa me, almost putting me to sleep. I was growing into my faze of loving the abuse but I wasn’t sure if this dick was gonna let me out breathing.

He spun me around like a little toy, shoving two dildos up both my tight little princess and my tiny pooty. With a lever he spread me wider and wider, my screams went unheard as he crammed this rubber fucker’s so deep I could feel them smashing my stomach.

Suffocation and teen torture, choke me out!

Barely legal goth girl with a dark side with no control. He was a dirty old man, balding with eyes as black as night. He pushed pulled, shook me shaking me, cutting the sides of my ass cheeks as thick milky bloody cum was running down my legs, gagging my mouth, barely able to breathe.

I couldn’t feel the cuts only the burns of the massive dry rubber machines ramming me with my legs getting spread more and more. He trapped me, extorted me, manipulated me to be his slutty teen sex slave until he moved onto the next barely legal virgin fertile sensitive student.

It was a smart move, he creamed all over his ugly tan pants soiling himself before he’s due to teach another class. Humiliated and unharmed, my love for torture and pain only grew, bigger than his ugly cock.

Serial killer on the loose turning me into a monster! craving to get dug

Evil phone sex

When I hear there’s serial killer in town my little heart flutters and my already clammy soft special spot starts poppin off, like as if firecracker’s started blasting in my ass, so was my urge to meet this man, beg him to ravage me worse than my master has in the past.

Nothing scares this dark bitch  gothic hottie with pain living within my sweet yet evil soul. I crave it yet and long for it. I’ve always lived a life of abuse starting from the young days till now. I’ve already got a master sugar daddy, danger to the bone, but who knows if this bad man on the run could be the one?

Real ass rape fantasies are better than ass rape porn

Such a dangerous evil sick fuck, leaving each bitch goes six feet under as he ravages and preys upon another. I’m addicted, I crave to be his sexual slave. Watching  killer dick, king of the kill,  hold her down with the strength of his big beefy body as you force feed your girthy fist up into her tight ass your fist. Her screaming and crying just makes you go harder. Ripping her soul out from her cervix.

A real serial killer in action! You demand I step on her head while I rub my swollen dripping with pleasure bell all over her nose and eyes, sticky juices down her throat, gagging her, taking away her ability to scream. Sick man, big cows cock with balls of steel. I’d sledge hammer my victims if I carried a  grilling machine too. All left shredded, torn, scorched, and bleeding from the inside out.

She’s barely hanging on, mmm, just the way you like it. Her pretty face isn’t so pretty anymore is it? I love laughing, giggling, even sitting my hot ass down on her gagged mouth and making her smell and feel just how god damn turned on I am before we’re done with her.

Snuff Sex is Easier to Get Away with During Halloween

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs more during the Halloween season than any other time of the year. Personally, I feel like I become bolder during the Halloween season in my kills. This time of year, it’s not unusual to see a person dressed up in some sort of costume. And that makes it easier to stab somebody in broad daylight.

I never act that brazen because I want to fly under the radar like I have for so many years. But it means I can be sloppier and kidnap somebody or stab them in a crowd instead of my kill shack or dungeon. I’m lucky I have a couple different places where I can kill with lots of wildlife around to help me dispose of the body. I think that’s what makes me unique as a stone cold killer; I never leave a body to be found.

This college bar hosted an early Halloween costume party. As a Goth girl I don’t go to college bars. Well, I don’t go to college bars, unless I have murder on my mind. College girls I like to torture. And most of them have it coming because of their insipid behavior and self-entitled actions.

To blend in, I dressed up as Ghost Face the killer from the Scream movies. I needed to hide my face. Plus, with my face covered, people would believe I belonged in a college bar. The place looked packed and stupid cunts appeared everywhere.

Killing in Public Becomes Easier During Halloween Season

But who my first kill would be seemed easy. This twat, for no reason, tossed her drink on me and started calling me names. Perhaps she confused me for somebody else. But either way her behavior seemed appalling to me. But then all young girls’ behavior seems rather appalling to me nowadays.

So, the dumb bitch throws a drink on me. Start a fight with me. And then demand that I buy her a drink because she wasted hers. Bitch, please. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t touch your drink. That’s on you. But she wanted to keep on going at it. So, I suggested we take it outside.

And when that didn’t work, I decided to make a bloody phone sex scene. I took out my knife, and I stabbed her right in the stomach, pulling the knife up, essentially leaving a huge slit in her stomach for her entrails to fall out. And people saw it, but they seemed so drunk and in their own zone, they thought I staged a Halloween prank. And nobody came to help her.

They let her bleed out on the floor. And they cheered me on. It’s like I had 1000 accomplices shoved into one bar. Because of that, I did not need to immediately bolt. Still, nobody knew who I was. If I suddenly fled the scene that might draw suspicion, so I hung around. Drank a few stale beers. And watched people step over my victim as she laid dying on the floor.

Perhaps, I Can Teach You How to Kill Boldly and Get Away with It Too

I watched people congratulate her on a great Halloween prank. But the prank was on everybody in that bar because I killed a bitch in front of them all and they didn’t believe it. I told you college boys and girls live in their own world. As the night went on, the place became more crowded, and I think people forgot about the prank. They walked all over the dead girl.

But it made the news the next night. This college bar had no camera so that went well for me. All anybody could say if the police questioned them would be that somebody in a Scream costume did the deed. But they wouldn’t even know my gender. Or my race. So, I got away with it.

I’m highly skilled when it comes to murder. I can do it in private or in public and still get away with it. Since I knew it would be a snuff porn night, I used this old car with fake plates not registered to me that no one even knows I own because I keep it hidden. It’s my killmobile. But even if cameras caught me in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see my face or find my car. I think of everything. And I can teach you how to kill boldly and avoid detection too.

Sex Dolls Dont Die

Fantasy phone sex gives you options and variety, I have a regular that has a fuck ton of realistic sex dolls, it’s like a harem of pussy, he has them in all shapes and sizes, blondes red heads and brunettes, small a cup tits to massive triple digit cups, all with functioning holes, some even have heated insides that feel just like the real thing, tonight we are going to have our way with a big tit red head we like to call Reddz, she has massive double F tits and a juicy round bubble butt, all of her holes are super deep, I love to watch my Master fuck Reddz, she is his favorite. I give him how to instructions when he plays with her, I am trying to teach him how to be rough with the ladies without unaliving them, we have had a few hiccups when it comes to that, Master loves to choke his whores when he cums and sometimes he does not realize his own strength, Reddz is face down and ass up with a leash secured around her neck, as he pounds her fat ass from behind he pulls the rope tighter, I have it set up so if he pulls too hard her head will pop off and fake blood squirts out, he freaks out when that happens because he really does not want to hurt the sluts, but being wrapped up in passion it happens, I love the sex dolls because it is an easy clean up and I don’t have to worry about getting rid of real bodies, that shit is very time consuming. But I think with a little bit more practice Master will be able to choke a real girl without offing the whore.  

Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires

I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.

I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”

You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.

Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.

Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.

And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.

Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes

But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.

Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.

I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture

I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.

Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.

I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.

Blasphemy Sex Gets Bloody With Sadistic Goth Teen Whore

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex with my satanic step-daddy is so hot especially after mommy got hit by the train. her legs don’t work anymore and I show mommy what a satanic little whore I am. We even show her what we do with her precious twin daughters, those stupid blond whores. One we sold to a bunch of mean sadistic gang members and they beat and torture her daily. We have a live stream to watch it all. The other we torture and fuck, just last night we ended it though. we poured gasoline on her and filled her pussy full of fire works…. I guess she just couldn’t handle the heat. I laughed and sucked my step daddy’s cock as she screamed in agony and rode his fat cock. we hailed Satan and decided to put an end to that handicapped bitch mother of mine. I turned the water heater all the way up and threw her into the shower. We cooked her alive and painted pentagrams on the bathroom wall and fucked each other sealing our satanic bond with each other. I told him we should have blasphemy sex at the church my mother loved and desecrate that space. It was so sexy. I just love being an evil satanic slut.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Get Out Of Hand With This Gothic Teen Psychopath!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

Murder phone sex fantasies always gets my psychopathic murder pussy off. Last night I had a wild fantasy while i was walking. In imagined that I called up some of my crazy satanic friends and we broke into a Christian families house and tied them up. I cut up their youngest daughter and said she was the first sacrifice to our satanic cult as I painted satanic symbols all over the walls and on their foreheads. I told them their perfect blond catholic daughters would be whores for the devil and all of them would be going to hell.

Knife Play Phone Sex

I laughed as I began cutting their clothes off and showing my big male friends their pretty flat chests and their bald virgin pussies. they tore into their little cunts with their fat demon cocks and began using them like fuck dolls as their parents helplessly watched. I laughed manically as i took the dads small cock out and began giving him a blow job and when he was nice and hard i bit his small cock off with my teeth. he screamed as i slit his throat and his blood sprayed me in the face. I made is wife eat his corpse and the bodies of her daughters before I sent her to my cabin. I had special plans for that dumb bitch. My Murder phone sex fantasies were getting even darker and I loved it. I would need to go out on a hunt soon.

Blasphemy Sex in God’s House After Sunday School

Blasphemy SexGrowing up, My Parents were very religious. Church every Sunday, and again every Wednesday night. As I’ve grown up, I’ve now got My Own Beliefs. I just don’t feel guilty by being turned on by Blasphemy sex. It’s naughty, it’s taboo, and it’s fucking hot.I needed to get fucked, and the only way I could see Aaron was by attending church. Let me tell you what fucking happened.

Yesterday, I went to church with this guy I’ve been seeing. His parents make him go to church every Sunday Like mine used too. So He invited me, and I even Dressed up really nice, Nice for me means my ass isn’t hanging  All the way out of my skirt.. My Dress was rather low cut, and I wore a push up bra so my tits set kind of high.

When I got there I noticed all the women wore No make-up, long sleeves and long skirts. I am the only slut in here, was my first thought. I Just knew it was one of those crazy, holy roller, snake handling churches. Then,  I heard them calling me a whore. Whispering That I was a Slut. Judging me. Expected.

It really pissed me off. But, It didn’t stop there .

Sunday School was boring a fuck, But I Did notice all the teenage boys staring at me. I mean, Im a teen too, But the youth group boys acted like they had never seen a girl in their life. I teased them, sucking on a blow pop the youth Pastor Gave me. I Thanked him, by spreading my legs wide, revealing I wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled, and I winked. Aarons cute, but he is fucking stupid and oblivious. My Cherry red lips, Licking that sucker was making their cocks stick up. I just wanted to show them what sins of the flesh really were. How good it would feel to give in to your sex.

Instead Of Learning about Noah’s Ark, I was wanting to show how they could take me, 2 by 2.

We sat in the front row, so the preacher was looming over us as he did his sermon. He stared at me, narrowing his eyes while he talked about Jezebelles. So, I undid another button on my dress, really making my tits pop out, and licked my Lips while staring at The Man of God giving us the good word. I made him stumble reading the scriptures, and that made me giggle.. I teased Aaron, rubbing his thigh. His mother did not approve.

Bored as fuck, my mind wandered. This church had those kneeling benches and all I could think about was How I could give Aaron the best fucking blow job on one of those. He could sit right on the fucking altar, and I could suck his cock perfectly. I could worship his dick, Like he was a God.

God Of The Flesh

Then, my mind wandered to sodomy. You know these church pews are the perfect height, for being bent over, and getting fucked in the ass. When I said that to Aaron, he burst out laughing. The pastor shot us a mean look. All I could think about was seducing him, he looked like an up tight mother fucker that needed to blow his load, maybe it would make him a little nicer.

I plan to go back, but next time. I’m going to seduce the Preacher.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation