Category: Gothic phone sex

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.

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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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.

 

Verbal Abuse Is My Therapy!

One of my favorite ways to dominate is with verbal abuse, I’m the meanest little slut with a wicked tongue for insults and humiliation! When I’ve had a bad day and things are getting to fucking irritating, I like to relieve my tension with some verbal abuse. Nothing satisfies me more than calling disgusting perverts exactly what they deserve to be called—worthless filth holes and disgusting wastes of human vessels. My cunt leaks with excitement as you take every insult I have to offer you, every bit of anger in my body goes to making you understand how utterly disgusted I am at your meaningless existence. While I verbally eviscerate you and drain you for every dollar you are worth, my dark little heart leaps for joy.

Cum Servants

fantasy phone sexOnce upon a time in a far away palace was a slave kingdom of men who were indebted to a Dark Goth Queen. Jezebel ruled the land harshly as no one wanted to lose their cock. Those assigned to castle duty and servant roles already had lost testicles to her rule. She lived off the cum of men who were having balls cut off in a most delicious and fantastic castration ritual. Other men with nutsacks full and hard cocks lined the Castle walls impaled on cocks of statues. As Empress Jezabel walked the corridors she would flog a semi erect cock. A flaccid cock would be pulled down and prepared to have balls removed at The Empress’s first availability. Parties would surround such an event. Blood never bothered the Kingdom. They were used to savages feasting on the flesh of their daughters for 100’s of years. It was Jezebel who stopped the blood shed and fed the savages with girls from neighboring Kingdoms. Worship My Bloodshed!