Category: Goth teen phone sex

Birth Of A Legend

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My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.

 

Tenderly Twisted Teen

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Yeah, I know I’m a brutal bitch who gets off on some crazy ass shit, but I’m also a horny teen and, once in a blue moon, I desire a more delicate type of fuckfest with a fairly normal freak.  My lifestyle is hectic, high energy and super stressful so sometimes I toss the torture and blood stained bodies and go for a goreless round of good old fashioned fucking. 

Luckily, when you look like me, there is no shortage of shit sniffing shafts-with-legs out there champing at the bit for a chance to get into my pants.  The hardest part is picking a guy that I won’t just end up killing when we’re done, anyway.  Most “men” aren’t worth the breath in their lungs so I have to be choosy if I’m going to have a good time and not worry about having to hide a body before morning.

The guy who runs the tattoo salon is alright, we’ve hooked up a couple of times now.  He doesn’t talk much, which is fucking great, and his cock is the absolute perfect size for my tiny little pussy.  He stretches me out nice and slowly, taps my cervix with his dick tip without bruising it, that type of shit.  Perfect.

I like to take it easy sometimes.  Everyone needs a little bit of tenderness in their lives, no matter how dark and depraved their existence might be.  Plus, cum is way easier to clean up than blood.

 

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.

Taboo Phone Sex: Mutt Licking my Bald pussy

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Even having hot taboo phone sex with my latest conquest couldn’t please me today. My wet bald pussy needed something more! I had masturbated for five straight hours cumming and cumming over and over. But it wasn’t like a man’s touch, a real man’s cock inside me. I didn’t get my full release. You know that thick milky cum a pussy has when she really gets to orgasm hard! I swear I had used almost my whole hand to finger fuck myself. Listen I know it’s really bad but we had just rescued a mutt and I saw how he was licking the inside of his kong toy. He wanted the treat inside. So this naughty one got an idea! I grabbed some peanut butter and smothered it all over my bald pussy and even down inside my wet hole. I needed that furry friends tongue deep in me! I whistled and called him over with my legs spread! Oh it was magnificent the way he lapped with his big four legged mutt tongue deep inside me and all around my pussy lips. I almost screamed! I grabbed him by the scruff and showed him how deep that tasty peanut butter really was! I got my huge cum finally and will be doing this again!

Scream Queen Murder Scene

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Her blood was splattered everywhere; the windows, the walls, dripping down my naked cunt. It was the lube I was using to fuck myself with – a huge dildo in my hand furiously pumping in and out of my cunt. I had slit her throat slowly with a pair of sewing scissors with no regard for the dull, rusty edge. She screamed as I sawed through her throat. She pleaded as she started to bleed right up until I pierced her trachea and she was just a whistle when she tried to speak. I could see the fear marinating in her eyes as I dipped my big dildo dong into her throat and got it into a bloody fucking mess before plunging all thirteen inches into my cunt. I bound her then, and watched her bleed out as I peeled skin from her face to snack on.

It’s the thrill of the hunt, of the kill that drives me. My cunt drips as my stomach growls, eager for the flesh of man. I’m a blood thirsty, lustful demon at my core and if you can’t keep up with me I suggest running in the opposite direction. Else wise, you might end up as my next fucking snack.

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Be The Devil Inside Of Me

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Have you been ruined by the rules of society and the Christian masses?  Did the normie’s infiltrate your brain and tell you to praise Jesus and go to church every Sunday?  Are you ready to be broken down and taken on a journey to the darkest most demented demonic place?  A place so dank and blasphemous that it reeks of filth and bile?

Welcome to my disgusting soul, where anything goes as long as it rebukes all that is holy and sacred to the pious populace.  No crosses, crucifixes or other false idols will offer you any protection from the depths of my devilish depravity.  But don’t worry, you’re going to fucking love it!

Ever have bloody butt sex on a church pew?  I know a quaint little sanctuary in need of some salacious activity and I can tell the preacher likes to watch.  I’ve been following him and his family for a while now.  He’s definitely the type who wants to see some dark deviants defile the sanctity of his rectory and house of worship.  We could just break into his little cottage and terrorize his whole dumb family.  

His prudish wife needs to be taught a lesson.  I’d like to milk your cock while the whole Christ loving clan watches until you shoot your load all over the pages of the bible, then make that bible beating bitch lick up every bit of it.  Doesn’t the thought of her being tied up and forced to suck jizz off of John 3:16 in front of her frightened family sound like just the most fun?  Then you can just take turns butt fucking all of us at your whim and whimsy until you are satisfied with your work.

I just want to see your eyes go black with lust and hear the beast behind your grunts as you fuck and backslide your way toward the dark side.  Then I’ll know the demon has it’s gnarled claws sunk deep into you, too.

 

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

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!

Bloody Phone Sex

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?