Category: Gothic phone sex

Goth Teen Phone Sex Cutting

Goth teen phone sex

I’m sure you think that all goth teen phone sex sluts have razor thin scars and cuts all over their arms and legs from self harm and masturbatory mutilation, huh?  You think that every gloom and doom loving girl with a violently horrible home life can’t help but to hurt herself because it’s the only thing she knows, right?  That might be the case for a lot of these horrific phone whores, but not me.  I mean, I’m definitely a cutter, no doubt.  But you don’t think I’m going to slice myself up, do you?

Get real.  If I’m not doing a ritual or trying to freak someone the fuck out, I’m not cutting myself.  I’ve had enough pain and torture in my time, my price has long been paid.  I do love the feeling of slashing into skin and making tiny, bloody gashes everywhere, though.  Since I don’t dare tarnish my alabaster flesh with crazy little cuts and scratches, you know who I set my sights on when I feel like having a little cutting fit…  “Here, piggy-piggy-piggy.” 

Fuck pigs are great to use for taking out all kinds of aggression, you can do a lot with them.  They’re great to violently fuck, terrorize, abuse and snuff out, of course, but they also make for great canvases for any skin sketches you might need to get out of your mind.  The best is finding a goth teen fuck pig who kind of likes it, too.  Moans and screams sound great together.  After an intense round of torture sex with whoever, I like to carve out some lines or stars, write my name, shit like that.  “Please cut me” is always fun to cut into someone, it makes me laugh, like drawing “Wash Me” into the grime caked on a dirty car.  I don’t know, it’s basically like simple doodling to decompress from a crazy hectic day, only these drawings tend to be permanent.  As permanent as the fucky-piggy-fuck-fuck I’m using to create them, anyway.  We’ll just see where the cutting leads us.

 

 

Blasphemy Sex and Fucking Jesus with Satan’s Cock

Fucking Jesus’ God Damned cock and Hailing Satan is the greatest thing ever. Blasphemy sex is a righteous kind of sex with me. I had this loser stalker that thought Goth girls were the filthiest little whores and wanted to give me a taste of Christ by attempting to forcefully penetrate me against my will. Fat Mother Fucker God damned piece of shit Bible thumper Southern Baptist Bat Shit nut job got his dues.

My quick reflexes and street smarts put him in a hold as I flipped my tight little body around and held his fat ass down. A quick move and my blade was out and slicing that cock right from his fat greasy balls. I laughed as he screamed bloody fucking God help me bullshit bitch screams. I rubbed his blood on my body and while he still spurted I did a little stitching and rendering of that prick of his.

In moments I had a bloody red strap-on ready for some penetrating truth of his Christ fucking dreams. That’s right Bitch take Satan’s phallus like the fat bastard you are and spit in his face as I rape fantasied that ass into oblivion with the power and force of Satan infused within it. Conjuring demons into dick cuttings is a great Hobby of mine.

Blasphemy Sex

What Are You Thankful For?

Gothic phone sex

 

Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Accomplice phone sex Harper

accomplice phone sex Accomplice phone sex is what I Live and die for! Of course you like that don’t you? You like that I’m a fucking nasty little girl who will do nasty things to your little girls! I understand it must be so lonely to have the kinks that you do. And I know that not many people share your best for blood and gore. 

I understand you. I play with your mind and open it up. We thrive in each others sick worlds. Nothing is hotter, than when a man jacks to snuff smutt! 

 I know what makes you tick. And your snuff girl Harper is going to lead you down the deepest rabbit holes you could ever imagine. Yeah I’m a bit of a party girl and I like the hard stuff because things that get you hard are despicable. My communicate to you through your soul your deep darkness!

 Accomplice phone sex Whores do it best!

Speaking of deep darkness that’s where I know that cock wants to be buried right now. Buried so fucking in some little sluts pussy that we took from her mommy and daddy. That van rental was genius as we swooped in and took her was barely a whimper.   Kidnapping phone sex gets so hot with you! 

How she cried and begged for mercy. But we couldn’t have that could we? My Hands around her throat. My pussy smushed on her angelic face was the last grace!

It’s always so fun grabbing you a delectable sweet treat. I shall christen this one Sweet meat and honor her little fat puff that’s still there. Aw thanks to teen girls like me who crave your sickness. I’ll look here your sniffle creates a private spot for you to unleash your inner demons. No matter how dark or deviant they may be.  Devilishly Yours, Harper

Snuff Sex Devil’s Night Ritual

The Devil’s Night is upon us and so are the millions of rituals that will happen around the World. In my little cul-de-sac of the cities edge is where a snuff sex ritual will be enacted. Unwilling victims of sacrifice as I look on and laugh.

It’s my pleasure to fuck the one that gets most brutal with the fuck bait. Last year was super demented and special. We filmed it, and it was memorable. I have a still of the action and of me watching on as I shared the scenes with my Internet channel of sadistic craving followers.

Truth is, I have my own little sex cult of sinners. We get deranged and I fucking get off on it. We have viewing parties and then there are initiation parties. The initiation ones are my favorite. Guess that is due to the depraved shit that happens.

Last year I was dressed as my glorious Blood Countess self, and had my killer clown Uncle Sam at my side. I love to hunt on All Hollow’s eve as Brats and parents beg for poison and dress up in costumes. We will find our prime suspects and stalk them to the second we get a chance to have them wander down my street.

The black van with black lights is waiting at dead man’s end. That is where Uncle Sam Clown got his first victim. A girl in a lolita costume snuck down to pee in the woods. Uncle Sam Clown was over excited and grabbed her.

Snuff sex

 

Snuff Sex in a Haunted House is an Easy Way to Kill

snuff sexSnuff sex in a Haunted House? Hell, yes. I crashed a haunted house tour the other night. I was dressed up hiding my face and gender. No one asked questions. I just acted like I belonged, and I was just one of the fellow actors ready to scare some lightweights lol. I had a huge knife under my black cape.  I stabbed countless folks going through the haunted woods attraction. I was on the last stop. I told the dude there that the boss wanted us to switch. I wanted that spot because of the lake. Some folks never make it through the entire woods, so knowing who is who would be impossible. I am a smart killer phone sex bitch.  I only killed the solo folks who ended up getting through the woods.  No one would immediately look for them. The setting was perfect. Dark and Gothic. It is a well-known haunted house in the country rated very high for their realism. I stabbed folks who came around the corner to what they thought was safety. Some bodies I dragged to the water, but most I turned into haunted woods props. It was so dark no one would know the bodies were real. The blood was real but in that kind of darkness, you could not tell the fake blood from the real blood. I killed several women, and a few men. It was weird that more girls got through the maze alone. Maybe they got separated from their friends during the course of the maze, or their friends were at another attraction. By the time people realized their friends were MIA, it would be too late. I would be long gone. I mean I was just there to do a mass murder spree that would never get solved. Nothing in the paper yet. The Haunted House is still open. I guess they have not found the bodies yet thanks to my excellent snuff porn skills. They will eventually though. The smell will soon permeate the woods.

Haunted Willow

Gothic phone sex

I’m haunted by all of the spirits that got trapped in my house of horrors during all of the cum and blood filled rounds of torturous and treacherous gothic phone sex.  I can’t get away from them, they’re always around to make my life a living hell.  Probably because of the horribly sadistic and violent ways they died here in my happy home.  

I didn’t snuff out all of them, but I definitely facilitated their fucked up finale’s.  That’s enough to keep their focus on me for my foreseeable future and potentially the remainder of their afterlives.  I knew what I was getting into when I started living the way I do, there’s a lot of dark shit that goes along with my lifestyle.  I didn’t know I’d have so many pissed off ghosts literally living with me from it all, though.

In my opinion, all of the little fuck pigs that get fucked to death under my roof are lucky.  When you die, wouldn’t you love to go out while you’re getting banged?  A lot of my victims get to live out that fantasy.  Or die out that fantasy, as it were.  How many people get to take their final breaths while they’re being forced to have multiple orgasms?  Don’t all whores want to die while they’re cumming?

I’m not going to stop, these spunk covered specters don’t scare me.  They annoy me.  What are they going to do to me, they’re fucking dead.  I’m going to step up my witchcraft game and clear them out with my own will, just like I did with their lives.  In the meantime, I’ll keep adding more cum covered ghouls to the group.  

 

accomplice phone sex for him

accompliace phone sex

I have managed to get on my master’s good side. I know a bit of strategy is what it takes for him and him to get on the right page. The nastier and more perves I am for him, I endure anger.

Ever since I figured it out, I have begun to use this tidbit to my advantage. I won’t deny that it is too some fine-tooth combing to figure out how to approach the situation.

I am so glad I was able to make my master quite happy when I brought over my friend to use. It’s pretty easy to degrade that one she slept with the whole school. A little accomplice’s phone sex has gotten me into the mood to destroy for master.

Real Goth Teen Phone Sex Means Real Pain

Goth teen phone sex

 

All of these little goth teen phone sex bitches who think they have dark souls because they had a rough life need to get a fucking clue.  And I’m going to give it to them.  Those gloomy girls need something to cry about other than mommy and daddy not giving them as much attention as they’d like.  So, as it goes, I’m going to give them some attention that they’ll definitely hate to ensure that their dim outlook on the world is well founded and that the crocodile tears they love to cry are filled with pain.

Imprisonment works wonders for making a tragically gothic styled girlie feel the bleakness of their bland and boring daily lives.  I keep them locked up for a couple of days without any contact with anyone, even myself.  48 straight hours of solitude in a dim and dingy basement is living hell for a teen slut.  No texting, no social media, no parents to get into some weird, angsty fight with.  Just their completely naked, stripped down selves in an empty cell.

When I finally show up in their cold little prison, they always start crying and pleading with me to let them go.  Always.  I tell them that I will in due time but they aren’t ready to be released yet.  I’m not lying to them, I mean it.  I like the potential in them, they just need some help realizing it so they can live a truly melancholy life of gothic misery.  I want them out there in the world spreading their little bits of misery to everyone, but first, they have to learn their lesson.

When I strap them down, they fucking lose their shit.  Those mere moments of freedom between the cell and the Saint Andrew’s cross I lock them up on for proper torturing purposes gives them a glimmer of hope, but the iron shackles locked tight around their ankles and wrists rips it away instantly.  Sometimes they get violent and try to bite or headbutt me, it messes with them so much.  I get it, I don’t blame them a bit.  But I can’t be getting knocked out by some random slut’s oversized forehead or what have you, so I encase their cabeza’s in a big heavy skull mask.  Cools their jets instantly.

From there, I shove a fat black dildo that I attached to the end of an ax handle deep into their counterfeitly catastrophic cunts and take them through whippings and beatings with various tools and implements.  Wooden spoons and stinging nettles are a pretty fun flogging combo.  For me, anyway.  I’m also fond of taking handfuls of thumb tacks and throwing them at my captives as hard as I can.  Leaves really cool marks and sometimes I even get some to stick, it’s pretty fucking funny.

As promised, when I’m satisfied with my work and am certain that they’ll never forget the time they spent with me, I take them out to a completely random location and let them go.  What they do and where they go from there is up to them.  I like to think that they go on to spread real pain and suffering throughout the world instead of the fake as fuck, woe is me grim and gothic phone sex shit that they did in the past.  We’ll see.

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex Confessions

Necrophilia phone sex

I love it when a caller has such a vast and intriguing interest in my work. It’s very telling even before the confessions begin that there is a body starting to decay. One that one wants to preserve for use as long as possible. These necrophilia phone sex confessions never cease to amaze me. I’m well prepared to answer the questions to the best of my ability but you must understand I have a whole morgue of resources. So you will have to be prepared to be creative, resourceful, and pay good attention to time. The trick to making your once-alive sex doll last for long-term use is being fully aware of the decay process. Make sure you are actively giving your preservation treatments to your decaying corpse in timely intervals. Keeping it for a week is easy but it’s when you want to make your body last for let’s say a month, is when it takes careful execution. You can only imagine it does get harder the more time goes on. If you don’t mind the cold you can certainly keep a fuck doll frozen but the more thawing and refreezing you do the worst the wear so do keep that in mind. Do keep me in mind when you need some tips and tricks for keeping your necrophilic friend well preserved.