Category: Goth teen phone sex

Accomplice Phone Sex Please

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex? Yes please. I love to be your wicked partner in crime hunting young sluts and bastards. Most men want to find a young girl to fuck and snuff, but every now and then a man wants me to bring him a young boy. From behind, at a certain age, you cannot tell if the butt belongs to a boy or girl. I do not discriminate. A man wanting to force fuck a little boy has money that spends the same as a man wanting to fuck a little girl. I have no preference. I hate all young ones. That is why I will never be a breeder. He told me he wanted a young blonde boy. He told me he just wanted the little fuck toy to be out of diapers. I found this blonde boy at the public pool. As always, his handler was flirting with boys, so I was able to scoop him up and take him to my cabin in the woods where Ryan was waiting for me. The boy had no sense of stranger danger. His mother failed him. She would never see him again. I lubed up his tiny butthole. He did cry then because I just rammed my fingers in his tiny pink sphincter. Ryan’s cock was so hard waiting to fuck the little boy’s butt. I lubed his dick up and guided him inside our little victim. The boy was snuff sex material. As my client forced his cock in his tiny asshole, I made cuts on his hairless dick and balls. I sexually mutilated his little organ and felt no remorse. I do not think I will ever feel remorse for leading a little one to his or her death. Ryan fucked his little holes until he was dead. I do not know if he meant to kill him but he was a big guy, a rough guy too. Sodomized and choked the life right out of him. I took care of the remains. That little buy died scared and in pain. That thought alone made be masturbate all night.

The Devils Mistress

I could hear the screeching of demons around me as my naked body stretched out on the cold hard table.

My soft smooth pussy and firm round tits lay exposed  and glowing in the light of the full moon!

Taboo Phone SexThe leather restraints prevented my escape…but why would I want to escape?

I knew that the devil himself was going to make me his whore, fucking my young tender body and filling my empty womb with his evil spawn!

And it would be a pussy pounding like no other!

His power as he loomed over me was undeniable, making my entire body quiver!

His cold strong hands gliding over my round= tits and down to my wet and aching cunt!

Then like a torpedo splashing into the ocean, his hot hard powerful cock broke through my wet pussy, reaching deeper than any mortal missile ever could!

His cum surged through me like burning jolts of electricity, making my back arch as my body was lifted, my cunt wrapped around his cock!

A wave of forbidden ecstasy flowed over my body as the demons danced and they wind blew around us, carrying the smell of filthy sex to distant lands!

Then suddenly, stillness and darkness surrounded me as my body crashed down to the hard table!

And I knew it had been done!

The evil seed has been planted in my fertile womb and I have become the devil’s mistress!

 

Castration Phone Sex Fantasy

castration phone sexThink you want castration phone sex? You would be surprised how many men do. They lack the balls to take their balls. Pun intended, LOL. That is where I come in. I am not afraid to chop off a man’s balls. Let’s be honest for a moment. If a man wants his balls removed, is he a man? I do not think so. I think I need to step in and chop those worthless nuggets off for a loser who cannot muster the guts to do it himself. Many find me from my ads on the dark web. Some I find all on my own, like Terry. He is a neighbor. Turns out he is a peeping Tom too. I was up late on calls, and I heard something in the yard. So did my dog. There was Terry with his face pressed against the bedroom window. I was in my dungeon which is in the front of the house. I ran outside with Billie my Rottweiler who is very protective of me. She stopped him from hopping the fence. I told him he could come inside, or I would call the cops. He chose to come inside. Did I mention he is a schoolteacher? Total pervert and I had no idea until last night. Once he was inside, I told him I was old school. I still believe in an eye for an eye punishment. I used my taser on him to make him more manageable. I put him in my castration chair to take his worthless testicles. This chair has killed criminals in the past. Now, it is castrating perverts. The way to stop a peeping Tom is to take away his dirty urges. The way to do that is to remove his balls. I separated his cock from his balls. One slice and they were dog food. Billie loves eating worthless balls. I used a hot skillet to cauterize his wound. And I sent the loser back home with his balls. I am a cock and balls torture sex queen. I have no problem treating your man bits like Mike Tyson’s opponent. 

Bloody Phone Sex is Bloody Hot

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is bloody hot. I am not squeamish at the site of blood. I love blood. I discovered this at a young age. I was a schoolgirl when I had my first kill. I did not kill animals like most sociopaths, however. I did not target sex workers or the homeless either. I wanted a fair fight, even at my young age. I killed predators. I would get on my dad’s computer and look for where the registered sex offenders lived that were nearby. There were a lot. Did you know that when sex offenders must register where they live, it list their sex crimes and ages of their victims? It was not that felt like I had to defend little girls and boys like me. I hate brats. I hated them then and I hate them now. It was that as I was developing my dark side, I was looking for a fair fight and I wanted to kill someone no one cared about. I wanted to kill people that had a lot of enemies to generate more suspects for the crime. Even as a little girl, I was smart about killing. My first victim was a man 4 blocks away from where I lived. He had sodomized many little boys. Spent 20 years in prison and was out. I cased his place for weeks. No one lived with him, so only maybe his parole officer would look for him. I broke in a few times because I was tiny enough to get in and out of the doggy door. I knew he stilled liked little boy dick. He had stacks of illegal magazines and videos. One night, I crawled through the doggy door and stabbed him to death in his bed. Blood went everywhere because he was a fat fuck. He choked on his own blood. He was shocked to see such a young girl wielding such a big knife. I carved Pervert on his forehead and justice on his chest. No way this crime was getting blamed on a little schoolgirl who lived down the lane. It never did. To this day it is unsolved like many of my snuff porn victims. I love to kill, and I love a bloody mess. A fair fight is not always required because I do love mutilating tender age flesh too.

Two Goth Chicks and a Castration Phone Sex Junkie

castration phone sexJezabel and I are castration phone sex junkies. Between the two of us we have a slew of torture devices. Knives, sounding devices, lots of sharp objects like scalpels and pins and razor blades. You see, Jezabel and I are bad ass mistresses. Men are here for our amusement. We do not need men which makes them dispensable. Last night, Jezabel and I were out looking for trouble. We were in the mood to inflict extreme pain and bodily harm. Like a moth to the flame, this guy approached us. He was a pain slut, and he knew two bad ass bitches like us could inflict some damage, especially to his worthless cock and balls. He was a torture sex junkie. The three of us were a match made in hell.

We took him back to my dungeon for some extreme cock and ball torture. We strapped our willing prey to a plank naked. Jezabel had her scalpel. I had my castration knife, and our pathetic pain slut had his sounding device for some erotic yet painful electrostimulation. Being two hot Goth chicks, we had on some dangerous stilettos too. Jezabel and I trampled his worthless ball sack while he had the sounding device crammed into his pee hole. We nailed his balls to the board he was laying on. We spread his sack and pushed large needles into the skin of his scrotum. We were just getting started too. Jezebel started to peel the flesh from his balls as I shaved the skin from his cock. Exposing the nerves like that makes the cock and balls far more sensitive and thus intensives the pain. Our little playmate was loving the pain. He had a bottle of Capsaicin sauce, which is like the hottest tobacco sauce on the planet. Our pet for the night did not want to be out shined by two Goth chicks, so he poured the sauce down his urethra to show us he is a true pain slut. His screams and cries made Jezabel and I wet.

Usually, Jezzie and I are kidnapping unwilling victims, so it was nice that a total pain slut walked right into our arms. We woke up smiling. Our playmate went to bed crying.

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Making Snuff Movies Together

snuff moviesWanna make snuff movies together? Sure, we could watch them, but watching is boring. I am a doer. Plus, there are so many twats that need wacked. I want to find a pre whore and mutilate her little girl parts. I want to ruin her for the rest of her life or better yet, snuff her out. Every damn day, I see little sluts that need put in their place. I can kill them, and I have many times. But killing little girls is much better with a partner who has a cock, hopefully a big one that will rip her little cunt in two. Little sluts need cocks that can destroy their tiny fuck holes. Sure, I can stab their pussies. I can even use my fist or a baseball bat. But that is a waste of a good cunt, don’t you agree? If you are with me, you can destroy her with your cock. Get her virgin blood all over your dick. You can fill her up with cum. It will be fucking hot as hell, right? You get to explore your rape phone sex fantasies for something very young and I get to satisfy my murderous impulses. Snuff is fun to watch, but making it is the best fun we could ever have together.

Raised on Snuff Porn

snuff pornMaking snuff porn is more fun than watching it. I grew up watching horror movies and visiting violent crime scenes. I was obsessed with serial killers. My grandpa was the sick influence on me. My parents were normal. They were boring. Grandpa was an executioner. He was the legal kind because he was the warden of a private prison that was forced to close down in the 80s because of kickbacks. My grandpa was the executioner as well as the warden, but since he was taking money from big pharmaceutical companies to use prisoners as lab rats, his prison was taken from him. I inherited all the belongings in the prison including the electric chair he used to shock his criminals to death. It is now my castration and torture chair. One of my earliest memories as a little girl was watching the execution of a man who had killed and tortured 16 women. He dismembered them too. I hated to see him die because he killed hookers and drug addicted lot lizards. He was draining the pool. My grandpa thought he was a hero. I grew up idolizing men like my grandpa and that first man I ever saw executed. I am now a snuff sex expert. I kill much in the same way that executed prisoner did. I target small dick losers, cock teasing cunts, snot nosed brats and bitches and tools. I too drain the pool. Not everyone deserves to live, right? I am sure you know some one who should die or maybe you have the death wish. I am not too particular with who I snuff, especially these days. I just like to kill the dregs of society and there are so many. I love it violent and painful. Age does not matter either. The younger the better because I can stop the growth of a cock tease or a bitch with one stab of my knife. Are you twisted enough to be my taboo phone sex partner?

Castrations and Masturbations

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Castrations through masturbation with a dark hearted whore. For castration phone sex I live!  I can’t wait to bust your balls. Stepping on them while I am barefoot or with the spiked heel of 6 inch stilettos! Always listening for the popping sound as I slowly mash one ball at a time. If you’re lucky, I might let you see the growing wet spot on my panties. Be a good boy while I bust your other ball and your reward will be my sweet pussy in your face. All you get is a face full of piss and maybe a taste of my cunt juice, as that tongue cleans out my ass! Standing up, pushing your hips out and hold fucking still. Mistress of the dark, Jezabel, won’t stop until those testes are bloody and swollen. Sadistic and  bloody phone sex for those who are looking for a more extreme and permanent solution to those annoying balls and nutsacks. Let me wrap the thin metal wire and make a pretty design as the razor sharp twine cuts into those once beautiful balls. I do appreciate a nice cock and balls. But, then again you are not worthy of my fucking cunt!  After they turn dark red, purple and blue and become hamburger meat, is when the fillet knife comes out! Goodbye, balls, and the ability to ever cum again. Pop each sack open and pull out your squishy balls and pop them in my mouth! Caviar my dear nuttless bitch! Let me harvest you balls for my snack.        

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Weapon of Choice

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my poison. When I have any weapon to choose from, I pick a knife every time.  Knives require skills. Knives make the fight fairer and I like a good fight. A woman with a gun is no fun. One pull of the trigger and the victim is dead. I like to prolong the imminent death. The thrill for me is in the hunt and the torture. I never just stab without some foreplay. My knives allow me to perform a variety of tasks too. I can cut. I can castrate. I can inflict pain. I can gut. I can kill. One instrument, so many ways to have fun. This weekend, my knives were used for castration phone sex. Nothing I enjoy more than taking a worthless pair of nuts. I caught this guy spiking girls’ drinks when they went to the bathroom in this bar I was at. I knew then he was my target for the night. I was not his type, but once I warned the other girls subtly, he was left with me. I got my inspiration from this movie Promising Young Woman. I am never a victim. I will protect other women though from predatory assholes. This looser was a short fat fuck. These women, myself included, were well out of his league. I acted drunk, but we never made it to his place. I took his balls in his car. Okay, I did more than take his balls. I gutted the predator like a pig. I took his balls while he was still alive though, so he would feel the pain. I taunted him with his balls too. I shoved them in his mouth while I turned him into a snuff porn star in his own car. I took his balls and killed him all with knives. One predator down, many more to go.

 

Gothic Phone Sex Castration

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are making a comeback. Horror, death, and romance make a great fantasy trio. I am a Goth girl. I am dark and brooding like some male protagonist in a Gothic novel. I think more like a man, except when I am wielding my knife under a pair of nuts. There is this old castle on the outskirts of town. It has a unique history and is rumored to be haunted. The guy that bought the castle is turning it into a bread and breakfast, but before he does, he offered a night in the castle to ghost hunters and horror fans. I was in. I paid for my night, along with thirty others. I brought my knife. I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Fuck, I am not afraid of anything. I was ready for what ever scares they had coming my way. This loser would not leave me alone. Some rich bastard with a hardon for Goth girls like me. The castle had no power yet. We each had a lantern with a low light as we navigated the huge castle. We were locked in for the night. We surrendered our phones when we entered. Sadly, I busted no ghosts. I did, however, bust some loser’s nuts just like I do on a castration phone sex call. This guy would not leave me alone, so I castrated him in a dark, damp castle. I had no soldering pen to stop the bleeding. I used my hair tie as a castration band to show I had some humanity. The castle was so vast, no one heard his screams. I knew if they did, the other 28 folks would think it was sound effects of a haunted house. I could have killed him. I should have killed him because it would have added to the mystery around this ancient Gothic castle, but I would have been a suspect. I decided to just castrate him and rob him of his horny desires. Men rarely report when a woman assaults them. He was bleeding and in pain, but he would survive. He can always say a vengeful spirit ripped his balls clean off and people will believe him.