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Necro Fantasy: A Carnival of Depravity

Necrophilia phone sex

 

Hello, perverted pests—your nightmare’s about to unfold.

I’m your sinister host, reveling in the most twisted, taboo desires. If you’re lusting after a good time, look no further—I’ll be your guide into the depths of depravity.Imagine a world where boundaries don’t exist, a realm of carnal freedom. Together, we’ll snatch our victims from the streets, a random selection of unwilling participants.It’s a bloody affair, a gruesome harvest, but necessary for our twisted pleasure. Their screams, a haunting melody, music to my sickened ears.

We’ll push the limits, and then some—a macabre dance with the devil. Their flesh, a canvas for our sinister desires, and the blood, a sticky, iron-rich treat.I’ll describe the pleasure of slicing into tender flesh, the juicy squelching as the knife sinks deep. Imagine the ecstasy of power, of watching their life drain away.And in their final moments, we’ll defile their lifeless bodies, a perverse victorious act. My clit will throb with each brutal stroke, each grunting thrust.

Cum with me, perverts, as we explore the boundaries of sanity. Our victims are mere props, disposable vessels for our sinister needs.No taboos, no limits, just cascading pleasures—a carnal vortex of depraved ecstasy. And in the end, an explosive climax, a macabre flourish.This is the ultimate high, a necro-fantasy realized. Our victims’ souls can’t escape this vile destiny.

So, grasp your swords, my twisted allies, as we embark on this sinister safari.

Let the bloodbath begin!”

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord: Cora’s Submission

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex

Here I am collared and cuffed, a possession of my dark lord. I’m his willing ragdoll, a mere plaything for his sinister desires.He’s the embodiment of male dominance, and I’m obsessed. My body belongs to him—a possession to be used and abused.His fist punches my vulnerable flesh, a brutally enticing sensation. The pain radiates, yet I crave more.

The other’s a fist too—double the pleasure, double the fun. My abused holes stretch wider, welcoming their invasion.He treats me like a whore, a punchbag for his aggression. And I love it—each strike sends shivers down my spine.Fuck me like the world’s ending, you sadistic motherfucker! My cunt is yours to ravage.

Relentless pounding ensues, a violent symphony. The bed creaks, my body bounces, and the pain is divine.Cum drenches my abused form, a sticky, well-deserved reward. But this dark lord isn’t done—the sacrifice must continue.He brandishes a knife, a sinister glint in his eye. A mutilation fetish? Oh, yes, slice me up, you madman!The ritual reaches new heights, blood mixing with cum—a pungent cocktail. I’m his human sacrifice, and he’s my divine master.

Cora’s submission is complete—a success! Congratulations, sir—your loyal slave awaits her next instruction.

You’re welcome, perverts—make sure to worship your own dark lords!

Girls with Tats are mean girls and fight back

Gothic phone sexGothic phone sex sluts like me and my sexy Girlfriend always fight back when we are getting beat ad force fucked. But you like that daddy-o! You like little savage bitches that are mean to other girls and fight you off. It makes your dick just that much more engorged! Many of my sexy daddy callers ask about my girlfriend and how she would act if they got on top of her and forced some dick in her?

I’m happy to say she would probably kick and scream and try to push you off. But if I really liked you I would probably hold her down and tell her that I liked her getting ravaged. I would lick her tears off and tell her to lick my pussy and make it all feel better. I mean, once you have a dick inside of you that man is not really a stranger anymore is he? 

Gothic phone sex forced fucks all around big daddy-o!!!!

Most of the time, we love to include a guy is a nice threesome. I might be smaller but I am definitely the more dominant one, I love making her submit to every will, tattoo’s or not!

Last week, during an ass rape porn scene, one of my guys called me out. He said I know all about you little bitches who try to be tough and act all gothic, that you’re really just squishy little girls on the inside. And that might be true maybe I’ve seen so much shit so much blood, gore, and I’ve been as an accomplice to some very sweet and simple boys and girls.

Now I am a Great victim, but I haven’t even better little used to be rape fantasy fuck Dolly! And whether it’s somebody close to me or somebody close to you or a complete stranger we picked up in the park. You’re assured that I will help you get the biggest cum shot and we can even kill that little bitch!

Most Days, The Killer Phone Sex Bitch in Me Needs Unleashed

killer phone sexThe killer phone sex bitch inside me gets stronger as Halloween approaches. Killtober started early this year. In my defense, the world seems full of assholes and cunts. Although I tend to be pro woman and mostly hunt male predators and otherwise stupid male fucks. But sometimes a bitch needs put down too. I am sure you know a miserable cunt who deserves to die. Feel free to send her my way, LOL.

I went into my Goth coffee house on Wednesday. Nothing unusual for me. I love this coffee house because the owner is Goth too. The whole place has a Goth vibe right down to the customers. However, on that day, some high school cheerleader came in for some fancy latte and criticized the environment. She said the place needed some pink, anything to cheer the place up. Bitch, please. You do not come into a Goth coffee house and tell the barista you want to see more color when you come back next.

Sometimes, A Bitch Needs Put Out of Our Misery

And you don’t bitch about your fancy latte not exactly the way you ordered it. In my mind, I killed her there. Made her a snuff porn star in the coffee house. But I like this place. My happy spot for a plain, dark coffee just like my soul. I followed the entitled spoiled bitch for a few days, then last night grabbed her from the parking lot of her high school. I called up a male friend of mine who loves little white cheerleaders. He loves to destroy them with his tree trunk cock.

This bitch would die, but why not rent her holes out to a man beforehand? Make her wish she’d never been born. Did not take long for the bitch to wish that. I helped my friend hold her down so he could turn her into a teen rape porn star before I stabbed her to death. She begged to die after he fucked her. Destroyed her pussy and ass before I eviscerated her and fed her to the wild animals.

The world never needs another spoiled, entitled cunt. At least now, I will never see her in my coffee house again. Or anywhere else.

Cora’s Forced Feast of Filth: kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex

My breath hitched as I  felt the cold grip of duct tape across my mouth – My masters twisted signature move for tonight’s fucktoy escapade. My struggles were futile; he was already yanking me towards his car, a wicked glint in his eye that spoke volumes of what he had planned for me tonight. The drive was tense; every backroad we took seemed to echo with my silent screams for help, but none came. We arrived at an isolated motel, its neon sign flickering like a sick beacon in the night. He shoved me into a room that smelled of stale cigarettes and old sex – a fitting stage for their perverse play.

As I stood there trembling, My captor unveiled his surprise – his musclebound friend with an immense cock like a black snake ready to strike. My heart raced with a cocktail of fear and anticipation; I knew what was coming next – an unforgiving pounding from that monstrous dick plowing into my raw, untouched ass while my master watched with eager eyes from the foot of the bed. My body resisted at first, but his relentless force overpowered my defiance – he was determined to take what he wanted tonight.

He pinned me down roughly, spit on in my ass to lubricate his entry point before ramming into me with an animalistic fury that left no room for doubt – this was no longer about consent; it was about power and control as he claimed my most sacred place with each brutish thrust. Eyes welled up with tears from pain and degradation; as he my master stroked his own cock in sync with the savage assault on my ass, I couldn’t deny that somewhere deep inside my twisted core, there was a dark pleasure igniting with every thrust of that massive black snake fucking me mercilessly until I shattered into a thousand pieces of ecstatic agony on that filthy motel bed… And I loved every goddamn second of it because this is who I was – or at least who I had become under his watchful gaze guiding me into this abyss where love and hate danced together in a twisted waltz…

Snuff Movies and Chill? Well, How About Just the Snuff Flicks

snuff moviesIt’s getting to be snuff movies and cuddling season. Although, I never cuddle, LOL. I’ve killed men for even trying. If you know anything about me, you know I do not cuddle. And I do zero romance. No baby talk or pet names either. Fall means death to me. But then all seasons do. However, Fall includes Halloween. And that means 30 days until Killtober.

I started a little early this year. Perhaps, it is me. Or maybe they just make more idiots every year. I’ll admit, my tolerance for stupidity seems to be even lower than my tolerance for pet names and romance.  When I met Dave at my coffee shop, he seemed to be a Goth boy. So, when we started talking, I thought maybe I met a guy I could just snuff porn and chill with. He seemed every bit as dark as me.

We have talked every morning almost for a few months now. So, when he asked if I wanted to hang, I agreed. But I had my radar on. I had him come to my place, so I had the hometown advantage if things went awry. And they did sadly.  I never take pride in killing other Goths. But a sadistic bitch must do what a sadistic bitch does. And that’s kill and castrate. Most of my victims appear to be just normal, white boy tools. So, I did not expect my Goth boy server to pounce on me.

I Love Killtober Season

Maybe he pretended to be Goth. Who knows. He dead and worm feed now. We sat on the couch, and he put his arm around me. So, I schooled him on my rules. No romance. No cuddling. And no pet names or baby talk. He pushed me down on my couch and attempted to rip my clothes off. But I am always strapped with a knife for this very reason. Sure, I would have preferred to torture him for hours, but he had the advantage of strength. So, I grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the gut. Knife play phone sex seems like my best friend lately.

As I twisted the knife, I felt his blood and guts pour out of him and onto my body. I let him bleed out on me. The smell and feel of blood intoxicate me. Eventually, I pushed his carcass off me and dragged his body out back for the wildlife to dispose of for me. But he made

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Pegging Men’s Assholes Consume Me Most Days

rape phone sex fantasiesWomen enjoy rape phone sex fantasies too. However, my forced fantasies do not always involve women or young girls. I mostly harbor them for asshole men. For centuries men have acted like cavemen towards women. Not all men of course. And not even most men. I think most men in the world know how to treat a woman with respect and dignity. Or they can at least fake it in public settings. However, there remains still a percentage of cavemen who think women owe them sex. And those sorts of men I love to anally torture.

If I go out any weekend night to a bar, I can find men who need taught a lesson in how to treat women. Sometimes I simply peg or fist their ass into submission. And other times, I use castration phone sex to neuter the cavemen. Last night, I did both. Told you, I just felt in the mood to wreak havoc on a man’s sexual pleasure. Although, I do not consider myself a man hater, I do see myself as a punisher. If a man cannot behave, I show him how.

I Enjoy Putting Cavemen in Their Place

Danny made the mistake of acting like a tool at the bar last night. He sexually harassed me. Some men just think they can break a woman’s will. Or they think that when she says no it’s some sort of game. Danny did not get the memo that in 2024 women can reject a man’s advances if she wants. So, I let him think I caved to his persistence and wanted to blow him in the bathroom. As if any woman really wants to blow some caveman in a dirty ass bar bathroom.

I caught him off guard. My knife forced him to turn around so I could restrain his arms behind his back. Once I secured him, I pulled down his pants and I fucked his ass with a homemade dildo that I affixed shards of glass to with super glue. And that let me shred his ass. But I did not stop there because I felt in the mood to castrate him too. I gave him the reach around for some cock and ball torture sex. With one clean swipe, his worthless caveman balls fell to the ground, and he passed out on the floor.

I left him bleeding out on that dirty bar bathroom floor, just like he would have left me after he got what he wanted. Some one needs to put cavemen in their place. Might as well be me.

Bloody phone sex adds in William the bloody.

            Bloody phone sex adds in William the bloody. A.k.a. Spike. Now he got that name for driving railroad spikes into his victims. Now I know you want to be his victim. A Goth girl will know who he is and beg to be bitten by him.

            As Vampires go, he was and still is the saucy sexy man to bite you. Driving the spikes down into the middle of your head. Seeing the rippling body right before you are snuffed out. At the same time knowing that he is going to be mutilating your teen dead body.

            I will be his accomplice in all of it. Having dispatched Drucilla. In fact, until she was fixed by the blood of her sire, she was weak and pathetic. Just like you. It must be remembered that they don’t make angry mobs like they used to.

            I do so like it when we find a fun victim. Even Billy Ford fell prey to the esteemed William the bloody spike. He gets a chip in his head and still the women flock to him.

            In summary I am the Snuff sex Killer Queen Angie. Having taken over for Drucilla. Going to have fantasy rape, killer fun, and drive those spikes in. Right alongside of William the bloody. We are going to bathe in your blood.

            Until they end when we are finally depleted for the moment.

Bloody phone sex

Blasphemy phone sex decimates the church.

Blasphemy phone sex             Blasphemy phone sex decimates the church. To begin with we need to find the perfect church. Going to fuck on the pulpit. In the confessional. Next will be the virgin Mary’s arms. Once we have spread the cum around. Going to move onto the next church.

            For the most part fucking in a church is super naughty. However, adding in the blasphemy of doing it on the cross in every church adds to the element of super nasty. Condemning us to hell. Lucifer or Samiel as he was originally named will be waiting.

            In the long run, I will pass you over and take on Lucifer as my lover. Sitting alongside of Satan making the priest fuck the virgin Mary while hailing him. Say it. Say hail Satan.

            Choir boys and girls need to be fucked. All dressed in white. Taking that virginity. The Evil phone sex will drive you wild. Get down under me. Lick that pussy. You know you will like it. Beg for more.  

            Suck Satan’s cum out of me as soon as he has filled me up. Watching as he fucks me, and I ride him yelling Yee-haw. Not oh God. It’s Satan give me more. Hail to the almighty Satan.

            Join us in the path of destruction. Following behind us. Cleaning up in our wake. Watching the decimation of the church.

Castration Phone Sex Bitch Loves to Take Your Balls

castration phone sexFriday nights I reserve for castration phone sex antics. I take ball busting to a new level. I think a man’s balls, as well as his dick, should be viewed as a privilege not an entitlement. And if you cannot use your junk properly, I revoke your privileges. I do not care about the average skank bar whore. However, if men mess with my fellow Goth chicks, or a woman pays me to get revenge on her assailant, I take a man’s balls.

I live in a college town. So, every bar could be considered a college bar. But my Goth bar gets a lot of college boys who think they can spike a Goth girl’s drink, and she will not know it. Most of the girls in this bar do not want anything to do with some clean cut, college boy from the suburbs. But some of those boys do not take no for an answer. And when that happens, I get revenge for the girl in the form of extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Trevor came into my Goth bar, and I watched him spike a girl’s drink. So, I distracted him, and switched her drink with mine. But I did not drink his spiked cocktail. But I did follow him home after he left alone because the girl, he thought he could fuck, never got drugged. I prayed he did not live in a dorm or frat house. Much harder to break in undetected in those places.

If You Cannot Use Your Cock and Balls Properly, I Will Remove Them For You

Bingo. He lives in a studio apartment alone. I followed him in, and he did not even notice until I was in his pad wielding a big knife. He appeared intoxicated just enough to make it easy for me to overpower him. I handcuffed him to a table leg and took his pants off. I read him his list of crimes and told him the punishment would be the loss of his balls. He did not seem too happy. I shoved his boxers in his mouth to shut him up.

I could have sterilized the knife and cauterized the wound, but he deserved a painful ball removal. Once I severed his balls, I removed the boxers from his mouth and shoved his balls in there instead. Carved the name of the girl he tried to assault on his cock. But he won’t be able to explore his rape phone sex fantasies ever again. If he survives of course. He might bleed out handcuffed to his dining room table.