Category: Gothic phone sex

Snuff Movies and Full Moon Fever

snuff moviesEvery full moon, something comes over me. I am no longer content with just watching snuff movies and masturbating. I become even more homicidal than I already am. The next one is a little over 2 weeks on May 26. I am already planning my homicidal killing spree.  I am like a werewolf when a full moon arrives. I cannot control my murderous urges. I can make Michael Myers or Jason Voohrees look like Hello Kitty on a full moon night. I will kill more than either of them did in all their movies combined, just in one night I know it is taboo and illegal to kill but I blame it on the moon. I have my knife collection already ready. I have a massive collection too. I own bayonets, switch blades, daggers, swords, hatchets, combat knives, a few shivs, scalpels, machetes and straight razors.  I just need my victims. I usually have a murderous type each full moon. I will rotate between murdering men, women, and brats. Is it wrong to wanna kill the tender age? Their full moon is up. Honestly, I do not care if it is. I could be sparing a brat a life of physical abuse, drug use, poverty or heartbreak. The real hell is on earth. The real devils are people like us who have dark desires. There are plenty of spoiled brats or self-entitled twats that deserve to die. I bet you agree. I bet you know some personally. Maybe you want to join me for the hunt and the kill. You can fuck the little twats and I can kill them. Now that the weather is warmer, and this virus has an end in sight the streets will be paved with wee ones to prey on. In the darkness with only the glare of the full moon, no one will notice if a little one wanders away.

 

 

Snuff Phone Sex Lover

 He called my line for snuff phone sex. He was in love with me. I have no use for him. Guys like this are a dime a dozen. The ones that don’t understand my sadistic nature are always in for a rude awakening. 

The fact that this one was married and had a daughter made things fun for me. I’m like a serial killer. I’m sadistic and that means I have needs. These needs a rather dark, twisted, and morbid.

So, when I told him that to prove his love for me he needed to kill them. His wife and his daughter needed to die. The only way that we could be together was forming a blood bond. That blood bond is what excites me as it’s the blood of his daughters fantasy raped cunt on his daddy dick that excites me. 

He was to violate and destroy her. That was the way he needed to prove himself. I don’t want another mans baggage. Lynch the bitches after we destroy them. The bonfire of his transformation. He is now my partner in murder, mayhem, and madness. We destroy small things with big mouths.
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Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexHe inquired how I got into knife play phone sex. My love for knives is hereditary on both sides of my family. My great grandparents on my mother’s side were circus freaks. They threw knives and swallowed them for traveling carnivals.  I inherited their knife collection, and it is massive. On my dad’s side, my grandpa was a prison warden. He confiscated hundreds of handmade knives from prisoners over the decades. I inherited them. Knives made by some of history’s most hardened criminals. I have over 500 knives in my possession and they all have a story. They all have a past and a present because I use them frequently.

The other day I picked up a tool who thought he was going to fuck me.  I invited him home for some fun. He thought it was fucking fun, but I knew it was knife fun. He was perfect for an impromptu snuff porn. I told him my fuck shack was in my basement. It got his dumb ass down my stairs where all my knives were waiting for him. He fell down the last couple stairs. I thought he killed himself and robbed me of the fun. He just knocked himself out. It saved me the work of having to drug him. While he was semi conscious, I broke out my knife collection. I used one knife to castrate the loser. I had him tied to my mutilation table where I cut arteries and slit throats. I had not planned any of this, so my castration chair was not ready. I used nothing to numb his balls or stop the bleeding. What was the point? He was not going to live.  I cut all his major arteries using a different knife for each one. I sat back, masturbated and watched the loser bleed out. I know my grandpa on my dad’s side would be happy to know how I used his knives.

Twisted Barbie

Gothic phone sex

I’m really digging the blonde hair and big boobs. I’m not your average bimbo. I’m actually pretty articulate and intelligent. I have done some killer things that I, of course, am proud of because I have gotten away with it and continue doing so.

Recently I got into quite an altercation with a guy I have been dating. He loves my new look but wants to be all macho and dominate me. That right there is mistake number one. I’m a twisted barbie, and I won’t ever let a guy dominate me. I can be your accomplice, but you shall not fuck me over. I’m okay with some gothic phone sex and some bondage here and there, but to try and make me a filthy obedient slut, you are barking up the wrong tree.

After hours of him trying to make me submit to him fucking me and choking me, I finally gave in with a twist, of course. I let him fuck my ass only if I could fuck his, he wasn’t too keen on it, but I got him all fucked up and did so. I went ahead and used my special strap with blades and laughed at his pain. That’s what he gets for trying to turn me into a subby slut.

Give it your best shot

accomplice phone sex

I’m bored and up for a challenge. Even though I am quite the dominant deviant, why not try to make me a subby slut?

I want to see if you can do it? Think you can really put me at your feet and show me that I am as worthless as the victims on here?

Can you truly make me a crying little snuff slut? I have tough skin and would usually laugh at guys that tried to inflict pain on me, but hey, I am feeling adventurous so let try. Any other day I would be down for only accomplice phone sex where I would be your helper, but tonight I want to be the one in pain. I want you to beat the shit out of me and spit on me and piss on me! Try to make me beg for mercy!!!

Give it your best shot. I’m waiting and willing to take it to any place you want. 

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: How Would You Kill Me?

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.

St. Patrick’s die

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Usually, St. Patrick’s day is a great holiday to go out and about and get drunk and find the perfect victim. This year with the whole covid restrictions, it’s a bit harder, but it doesn’t mean I can’t think about the past years where I have had my fun turning whores into bloody punching bags. A few years back, I took my bloody phone sex fantasies and turned them into reality. It was st. Patrick’s day and I got really lucky scouting the victim that fit the bill to a T. I saw this preppy blonde chick making googly eyes at my boyfriend. I played the game well and let her join us for some green cream. 

I watched as she got all handsy and flirted nonstop. You can say I was green with envy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from fucking her up. After I put some nice sedatives in her drink, we both watched her drink till it was gone and immediately offered her to come to our place. As we got home, she was ready to knock out, and the fun then began. I let my boyfriend fuck her, and I went ahead and smothered her and sliced her throat till it was all bloody. It is hard to top that st—Patrick’s day. 

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.

Pussy Slayer

Snuff PornI could feel him pulling me across the room with his eyes.

The music was loud and the club was crowded.

His hypnotic eyes seduced me and held mine as I floated through the crowd.

His arms wrapped around me tight as if I would try to escape and his body, pressed so hard against mine, started to sway to a sinister song that only we heard.

The sharp blade of his knife pierced my stomach and the jolt of my body mimicked the other dancers in the crowd.

His tight grip held me up as he repeatedly plunged the knife into my gut!

I must of appeared to be a drunk girl that he was helping off the dance floor as he held my limp body and pulled me into the alley.

“Tell me you love me!’, he commanded as he slowly kissed my dying body and forced his swollen cock in my tight cunt!

His hard cock was powerful and as the warm juices began to rush to my smooth velvet lips, and I suddenly realized that I was not afraid of dying!

The only fear I had was that I may never feel this intense frenzy of lust as my body succumbed to his desires!

My pussy started exploding…a mass eruption of squirting cum blast from deep inside me as I rose my hips to meet his pelvic shattering thrusts!

It was only then that I saw his cock in his hand and the cum start to splatter my bloody body as he choked the seed from it’s bulging purple head!

The intense thrusting continued to penetrate my body and I looked down to see he had not been fucking me with his cock at all!

As he pulled the bloody knife out of my shredded cunt and held it high in the air, I looked into his eyes, and with my last breath, I softly whispered, “I love you”, before the final plunge of his hard steely blade skewered my….

Revenge torture sex on the horizon

It was a long night out, and I had partied so hard that I took so many drugs and was wasted out of my mind that I crashed and burned as soon as I got home. I knew I would be out of it and could very well forget about things the morning after. The thing is, when something happens to you that’s so bizarre or traumatic, you seem to remember and stay conscious. I have had my fair share of unsolicited fucks in my life. I guess you can say that’s why I’m so wicked. You know the term “Hurt people hurt people” well fuck it, I have been used and abused more times than one for other people’s pleasure, so I don’t mind having some torture sex of my own. My stepdad ended up using my little body as I was laying in slumber. I could feel his body on mine, and I woke up to him covering my mouth and telling me to stay quiet.

The fucked up part is that I was so turned on and wet at him taking advantage of me. I was so turned on just as much as I was livid it was happening again. I was about to be fucked without permission. I  could see his excitement. He was pleasantly surprised by how aroused I was. My stepdad has quite the rock-hard rod. I got fucked so good by him, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t eventually get my revenge.