Category: Gothic phone sex

Faith’s Unholy Easter

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It’s Judas appreciation weekend, and so many of you deviants have an extra day off to sin. How about that shit, Jesus got nailed to a cross and we all get a long weekend. I’m not going to spend all weekend shoving chocolate crucifixes in my unholy cunt though. I have some other things planned. The loser might have gotten himself hammered to a post, but I see no point in celebrating him when our Dark Lord is the one that won on that hillside. Jesus wept and cried and his father turned the lights off. Let’s have a deranged Satanic easter and rejoice in Lucifer’s gifts. 

How will you serve the Morningstar this weekend? Evil phone sex is a good place to start. I’m going to take part in a ritual to offer my three fuck holes up to the bastard son of Satan. I’ve prayed to Satan to let the Antichrist breed me during this time of fertility. If it’s Satan’s will on Sunday I will be pumped full of vile demonic seed directly from the seed of Satan’s beautiful sack. I’ll slash as many arteries as I have to, and drain as much blood as is required to become his sick whore. Happy Unholy Easter, sinners. 

Blasphemy Sex Princess

blasphemy sexNow, you know that I love blasphemy sex more than anything in the world. But something I haven’t talked much about is how, during my period, I love going to the church and having blood rituals with the pastor there. He was so turned on by me that he didn’t even flinch when he realized that I was on my period. He stuck his cock in any way and started fucking me right there on the altar. As he was fucking me, I started doing my ritual, and again, he didn’t even flinch. He just kept on fucking me as he’d never get his penis wet again.

I made him pull his cock out of me before he came inside me and paint fertility symbols on me with my blood. He thought I just wanted him to rub his cock on me because I thought it was sexy. I really was ensuring that when he shot his load inside me, I’d get knocked up with his offspring. Oh, the scandal I’d cause within the church when they realized I got pregnant with the pastor’s spawn while sitting on the altar with my legs spread. I bet it would make old women faint. Hail Satan!

Seedy & Creepy Mistresses of the Dark

When you cross Willow and Morticia in the night you will instantly become weak and enthralled. We are the Sadistic Mistresses of your darkest imagination. We are a duo of badass bitches and men are just toys for the two of us. We love to play little games of seduction and torture.

We like to get into these little contests. Todays contest is going to be the two of us working the club and finding the biggest cocks to cut off. We love to teach young scout girls all about penile taxidermy and sexual pleasure. We teach them all about dick. These young girls will have a choice to be whores like us or little bitches *like we love to collect and torture. So essentially we collect some dicks and one guy that was still intact. After all we must demonstrate proper techniques for collecting dick.

I love having a hooded man bare and flacid in front of us. I pull the hood off and he sees all these young girls in little sheer slips, and naked beneath. Then the two of us in out black and red shiny vinyl bikinis wielding large shiny knives. It’s a dead give away on who the p-daddy’s are once they see those young girls they get erect. Once erect we are ready to cut off that dick.

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Dominatrix Cum Queen Craves Your Pain!

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I’m no ordinary hot slut, I’m a snuff porn addict and I want to make you bleed and feel my pain! Although I may look pretty and perfect in pink, my favorite color is black, dark as my heart and soul. I live to make you feel my deep aching pain as I dominate you completely. I want to use you as my punching bag, my own personal voodoo doll to inflict any pain I can on you, simply because it makes me wet! I want to crush your balls under my heel, as you writhe in pain, I laugh at your weakness. If you like being used and abused I may just sit on your face until you can’t even scream anymore, that’s how I like to cum! I’m your slutty dominatrix cum queen and you Will Worship Me even if it costs you your balls!

Clitoral Stroke of Necrophilia Phone Sex

Is it the good or the evil side that will claim your soul in the end? Will it even matter especially if a girl like me happens upon your freshly dead corpse? The girl boner and clitoral stroking good feeling of that fresh death makes me crave Necrophilia phone sex even more. I’ve poisoned a guy or two, just to watch him die. I lay beside him and stroked him into his rigor mortis hard on.

Once the rigor sets in I am stripped down, and anointed. A blend of jojoba oil, virginal menstrual fluid, semen from a dark lover and the womb fluid from one of my aborted is my ceremonial blend. I rub it upon my breasts, belly and cunt. Slathering on the petroleum jelly to the corpse dick I mount that dead, wanna be lover of mine. I ride it as I chant my unholy and blasphemous chant.

My damnation began at birth oh father of darkness

My vitality lies in this anointment

Purify me with your sinfully delicious embrace oh dark lord

The fire within burns away the pissed blood and pus of the rod of death

Oh darkness embrace me as I embrace you

Fulfill me in name of the unholy ghost of blasphemy

I bed you my womb of evil intent to become fulfilled once again with the vile birthing of my next sacrifice

Curse me with fertility so I may hold again a the pure evil from within me

Fucked from birth to damnation fest upon my mortal sins in the eyes of my dark father may kiss me with his serpent tongue

The loins of fire penetrating me in a gangbang amassed of the demonic minions of my desire

As I convulse and feel the seed of Satan fill me I cum on that dead dick and collapse in ecstasy

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Gothic Phone Sex Freaky Sadistic

She was such a tiny thing with a big fucking mouth. Outside of the Church across the way from my house. Well my moms house, I still live with her because I can. She is what made me the filthy sadistic whore that I am. We can’t help how depraved we are. She never planned on my surviving birth or beyond. Seems that Satan had his plans for me. Her coven of men and women all sadistic and cultist had their fun with me.

Now it’s my turn. Well, fuck who am I kidding I have had my time with my own offspring that never survived past it’s first few hours. It’s was exquisite the things i did to it. Fast forward now to this brat. She was loud and annoying. She was young. I knew this whore had no innocence with a mouth like that. She needed a lesson that she would not survive. 

Grabbing the cunt was not so easy. This little monster tried biting me and kicked around a lot. I wasn’t having it. I may be small in stature myself but I am strong. Only the strong survive after all right? Well, I had to be quick. I looked around and made sure of no prying eyes. I needed to not be caught. Slamming the slut inside my suitcase after pricking her with some tranquilizer was easy after that little fucking scene. I rolled the bitch right across the way to my dungeon in the fallout shelter behind the house.

I unloaded the little body. I started in on wrapping the little slutmeat in cellophane wrap. I used those packing rolls you buy at the Home Depot and just mummified her in plastic. I wanted to have fun. I cut holes open for her cunt, asshole and mouth access. I called up a couple of guys to come over and fuck her holes open. I then grabbed some quick cement and filled her fucked holes up. It would be fun to paper mache’ her mummified and as she would not awake from the things done to her. That cement in her holes for one. I sawed her in pieces and rivaled at how she could never fucking irk me again with her obnoxious voice. 

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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.

 

Eat a Dick and Die Castration Treat

Castration phone sex cannibalism is what I dreamt of last night. I had this vivid fucking dream of this faceless fucker. He was annoying me to such a point I blacked out and started castrating him and then just cut that prick off. He was a date it seems. Some dweebo poseur I met online through some community for the Dark side service. Seems they let anyone in. I should have done my own interrogation before committing to the date. But hey it meant free drinks, dinner and a night out in the city. That meant a chance to stake out new prey.

So, this guy, was the lamest fucking dork wad ever. He was terminal in the lameness department. I tried so fucking hard to get through the date. We were eating at a nice restaurant and I had to step out at least 10 times to smoke a fucking clove. This is what I do when I get stressed. I’d cut him and be done with it but not in the damned restaurant. I have my fucking rules. Always be discrete, always get rid of all blood evidence and always feed the strays with the dead. 

I was out in the back alley to sneak in a nice snow capped jay. I was pacing and puffing and muttering to myself on how I could del with this fuck. There was a meat locker back there. I got up a conversation with the meat guy. I was getting turned on thinking of how I could take care of this fucker. I found out there was a warehouse with a party going on later and it would be loud and a blast. It was in the old meat packing district. I had my plan. 

I would get him to the party dose him with some ludes and fucking tie him up for some kinky fun. I would take my knife and carve the bitch up and enjoy riding him hard. Ok, so the main reason I took up the date was he was big. I mean his cock. It was huge and I would look past shit… so I thought so I could fuck. Well…. to be contiued!

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My bloody valentine

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I had the perfect date set up for my man and me I. Little did I know he had something up his sleeve. My boyfriend has always had a mean streak. When he fights with me, he gets nasty, and I annoy him in every aspect. I’m always walking on eggshells when it comes to our relationship. Anything can set him off and make me have a horrible night. Many times I have almost met death because I push him too far. It can be something as simple as me wearing something he doesn’t quite fancy. Either way, I try to make him happy and do what I can to keep him excited. For valentines day, I wanted to push him into getting him to follow his darkest hot fantasies. Snuff movies are big for him, and he wanted to see me covered in blood for a bloody valentine.

Fearless, Perverse and Vicious Accomplice

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 A vicious and fearless Vixen. I find myself slinking around back alleys and searching out some crack and nasty prey. I don’t give a fuck how *Unsafe* the streets are in this side of town. I love the Underground club with a basement dungeon and some hard ass noise going on upstairs. My goal was to find a crack whores crotch dropping that I could destroy. I needed a fucking voodoo dolly to poke at and burn. 

I have this new set of instruments and really needed to try them out. The back alleys in this seedy side of town is always giving up some sweet little dumpster meat. I have a desire to practice a little dentistry on some worthless victim in the dungeon later, but right now I need to slice and stab something small and plump. I like to decorate the little voodoo dolly with some Satanic rites symbols and smear that virginal blood all over my cunt and tits. The final touches to get me roweled up will be luring a pervert in the alley and watch his p-cock destroy the fuck meat.

Once I get my nightly sacrificial rite done I can go to the club with a great high and feel motivated to deal with pathetic men or as I like to call them prey. My prey will be a special kind and I will first enjoy his cock. I will fucking ride him as I start to claw at his chest. I will carve him up with a broken beer bottle. His blood will be my paint so I can create my art. I will paint my circle of protection and slowly cut out his vital organs. Once I have achieved my orgasm I will cut off his phallus and offer it to Satan too.    

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Now about the dental bit. When I find a victim I want to keep I will remove a tooth and slap my ownership branding on his white ass.