Category: Killer phone sex

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are What a Goth Chick Does Best

Gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are common. Many men think of medieval torture for themselves or others. Or they have vampire fantasies. Or just any dark and foreboding fantasy. I am the Goth chick who can make them seem real. That is because this Goth chick is a sick bitch. I inherited my grandfather’s torture collection. He spent 100s of thousands of dollars over the years buying antiquated torture devices. He knew his sadistic granddaughter was his mini me and could put that all to good use. I did and I still do. I have a torture chamber in my basement. The centerpiece is an old execution chair that I modified for castration. Around it, on the walls, are all sorts of medieval torture sex devices that I can use on you or anyone. There is a rack and a breaking wheel too. I used the breaking wheel last night for this loser who thought he could fuck me even after I said no a dozen times. He broke my tolerance threshold quickly and paid with his life. The wheel is embedded with little needles and cogs to rest some limbs on. His limbs did not rest, however, because I used an ancient mallet to crush his limbs while he laid on a bed of tiny nails. I spun the wheel around many times, prolonging his agony. Medieval torture was designed to achieve the highest level of pain for the longest amount of time. Torture is only torture if it goes on for hours. Otherwise, it is mercy. Do I look merciful? Hell, no. I wanted that perverted bastard to feel my wrath. No one does torture phone sex like a sadistic woman with a Medieval torture chamber in her basement either. That little loser is fertilizer now. No one will miss him, I am sure.

I Snuffed Your Wife On Valentine’s Day!

Sadistic Phone SexIt didn’t take very long for me to think of the perfect gift for you, I knew just the thing you’d want me to do! After you left for work yesterday afternoon, I knew she’d be all alone, I let myself into the house and waited for my moment. She was coming out of the shower when I grabbed her by the hair, I threw her down and kicked her right in the stomach. I was already wearing my special dildo, the one you like the most, the one with the knife just beneath the head of the cock. I held her down and spread those legs laughing at her screams, I forced my strap-on in that worthless gash. She tried hard to get away but I was just too excited to snuff the cunt, I had my dildo deep in her guts before she could even turn over. What a bloody mess she made as I fucked her, the screams were delicious…. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you walked in on us. You were so happy to see your gift and the look of shock and betrayal on her face was worth more than anything you could have given me.

Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.

The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife play phone sex

I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Ass rape porn is what I got in the park bathroom

As i went to the bathroom at the park i was at and i didn’t know i would end being part of making Ass rape porn. As i walked in a few guys were harassing me a bit, what they called flirting. As I finished washing my hands three guys walked in. without a word they grabbed me and started ripping my clothes off. I begged them to stop but they wouldn’t. That is when I was shoved to the ground and a hard cock was forced into my mouth. He fucked my throat so hard i couldn’t breathe and i almost passed out.

Ass rape porn

He slapped me so I wouldn’t pass out and when I looked up, I could see they were filming everything with their phones. They laughed as he pushed my face down on the bathroom floor and spread my ass open. I was trying to scream but a dick was shoved in my mouth. The other one forced his cock deep in my ass and fucked me hard. while the other guy filmed he cheered and said how he was going to be next. My asshole was getting ripped open and I could feel the blood running down my legs. They filmed  themselves fulfilling their Rape phone sex fantasies with my asshole. They didn’t stop until my ass was dripping with cum and blood. When they were done with me they choked me until my body went limp, I guess they thought I was dead. But I woke up a bit later bloody and sore, still alive.

Violent Phone Sex is the Only Kind I Want

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is the only kind of I have with callers. I am not a GFE girl. No romance in me at all. In fact, I dismember men who try to get romantic with me and eat them for breakfast. I am very clear that I am not looking for a boyfriend. The only use men serve me is as an accomplice or a victim. There is no middle road with me because I do not think like a woman. I think like a stone-cold killer. I killed a boy in high school. He was my first male kill. I had slaughtered some mean girls, but no guys yet. This tool had it coming. He was a popular jock. He thought he could target me. He thought I was easy prey as a loner Goth girl. Ture, I ran with the Dungeons and Dragon crowd. I was not popular. I was different. But I was not some dumb girl who believed the school jock really wanted to date me. I was prepared for him. Men have never been able to get the upper hand with me because I see right though them. He showed up at my place claiming he wanted to date me. I knew what the jocks did. They made gangbang rape porn movies with nerdy, unpopular high school girls and blasted the videos all over school to slut shame them. Before he had a chance to fuck me, I stabbed him in the balls. I did not castrate him, but I deflated each ball with a sharp pencil through each testicle. I told him that was for all the other women who were not as smart as me. My grandpa heard the screams, came to my rescue and realized I was not the one screaming. He was proud of me. He encouraged me to kill the boy and put him out of every woman’s misery. With my grandpa cheering me on, I slit his throat with a paring knife and watched him bleed out on the grass. My grandpa fed his corpse to the wood chipper and we used his remains as fertilizer. Got my first taste of snuff porn that day. Been a killing machine ever since.

I’ll Teach Your Teen To Love It!

Teen Rape PornI know what your teen daughter keeps under her bed, where she thinks no one will look… One day while you were sleeping, I went snooping all over your place. Your bratty teen daughter’s room called out to me, I read her diary and guess what I found under her bed? A treasure trove of porn and fuck toys just waiting to be played with! I masturbated in her bed until the little bitch came home, just when I though it couldn’t get any better, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off to your bed. I woke you up by sitting your wet teen daughter’s cunt right on your face! She screamed but I tied her up and started sucking your cock until you were nice and hard for me. I picked the slut up and slammed her down on your shaft, making you force fuck your own daughter’s cunt. I whispered in her ear, “You’ll learn to love daddy’s cock in you someday…” I watched as she started enjoying you and then I pushed her away. I rode your cock hard teaching that slut that your cock is mine as I squirted hard all over her little face!

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Cass Helps You With Problems

killer phone sexDo you have killer phone sex fantasies? I helped a guy get rid of a problem the other day. He got this girl at an auction. The kind of auction I use to be sold at. I know my way around the sex trade. I was sold and bought so many times, that I lost tract. Most girls on the sex trafficking circuit go missing and no one ever looks for them. Sure, traffickers sometimes take girls that are missed. But that is usually for one paying client. Like a super-rich guy with all the money in the world who wants a shiny new Lolita doll for his own personal use. He can hide her forever in plain sight. Most of the sex circuit girls, however, are runaways, street prostitutes and junkies no one ever misses. This guy had a girl everyone was looking for. He knocked her up too. She was a young teen girl he thought was a junkie whore. She was turned into that by a Mexican cartel who stole her from some fancy resort where she was vacationing with her family. He got her for a steal because she was strung out. When he saw her on the national news, he freaked out and called me. He needed an accomplice phone sex partner. She had to disappear. She cannot have his baby. He will be charged with her kidnapping and many other things. He was too squeamish to kill her. The rich men usually are. I did not want to kill her either, but he paid me and I desperately needed the money. I took a page from my former master’s handbook. I gave her a fatal shot of Fentanyl.  Then, I chopped her up into pieces and disposed of the parts to the bears. No trace of her will be found. He had a lot of fun with her while she was alive, but I told him I would get him a new toy. Guys into teen rape porn stars need me. I can get them fresh meat and I can get rid of it too when it spoils.

Cannibalism phone sex: Accomplice Style!

Cannibalism phone sexIt was freezing the night I ran into this cannibalism phone sex loving dude. He was walking around the college campus all by himself on a Saturday night. Most people would have allowed him to fade into the background, not really noticeable, but to me, he creeped me out. I’m not really sure what it was about him, but it seemed like he was lurking watching chubby college girls. I pretended to stumble into him and told him I was headed to a party. He actually asked if he could come along. I had no problem as long as he drove, there is nothing wrong with making sure you have a good designated driver. 

Killer phone sex Along the way, he told me about the dark craving that he had. I love dark cravings. Something that he did not know. Said I looked way too innocent to be a bad girl. He said it was the flesh of a chunky woman he craved. Not just kissing it but the way she tasted in his teeth. I wanted to pretend I was scared but truthfully it made me so horny. I decided that I would bring him a drunk chubby bitch as a thank you for getting me home safely. However, I also wanted to watch and see just as he would do to his newly gifted slut. 

It didn’t take but a couple of hours for me to find her either. Drunk and passed out in a random room I offered to get her home with a ride from my Dad. I hoisted her onto my shoulders and hobbled her out to the car. Once the old man realized I was headed his way he met me on the sidewalk to help out his prize in the back seat. She was quiet enough on the way home. He expressed he was going to take a load of back streets to keep his location safe before pulling into a garage of a house a street looking just like the rest. He wheeled a cart over and heaved the passed-out college girl from the car onto it. 

Fantasy phone sexI walked with him as he brought her into a big open bathroom. He gently rolled her onto the floor and then reached past me asking if I could pass him his scissors. He spoke of how much he loved large pure women as he snipped away her clothes. Softly he washed her with a clean white washcloth admiring every inch of her unblemished skin. There was nothing on her body, not a piercing or a tattoo. A rarity these days, the old man explained. I helped flip her over so he could wash her backside. He explained that cooking unwashed meat was most unsanitary and then I helped hoist her back onto the cart. 

His kitchen was so large. However, he expressed this one would be too large for his custom oversized kitchen even. Something that brought him joy just stating it. I helped lift her to the counter, laying her on her back. Turning straight chef mode on he mixed a concoction of butter and spices and began coating her skin. He took a spit pole and began tying her to it. Her wrist and legs were tied tightly and then topped with foil to prevent burning he said. I did have to help lift her onto the outdoor kitchen grill. Slowly she turned, cooking a little bit at a time. Her skin began to brown and you could hear juices leaking from her meat as she continued to cook out. The two of us sat conversating over a bottle of wine. I couldn’t stay until she was finished but that did not keep him from slicing bits from her skin to let us taste her now and again. The old man texted a picture when he was finished, she was beautifully served up with an apple in her gob. 

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Sometimes I Need Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sex

When you live a life like mine, you need to get out of your head every now and then or else the torment will eat you alive, so a little fantasy phone sex is just the escape I need for some slight refuge from my own rotten little world.  I need a bit of whimsy in my life so I let men take on delightful trips from time to time just to try to wipe my mind of some of my most dastardly deeds.

The other day, I went on a lovely winter walk in the woods with a handsome hiker.  He might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, no one has ever treated me with the kindness and compassion that he does.  I usually don’t get mixed up with regular relationshipy date bullshit, love isn’t a luxury people like me get to have.  The way he spoke to me with genuine regard and looked at me with the kindest eyes, I just couldn’t resist him.  Against my better judgment, I let him take me out on a day date.  

I needed it, I’ve been going a little crazy with the fuckpig kidnapping and killing lately.  A calm and relaxing walk in the woods with a truly delightful man is just what the doctor ordered.  We strolled along aimlessly and chatted about whatever came to mind.  He really likes movies, just like me, so the majority of our small talk was cinema based, which was fine.  Just fine.  It worked to keep my mind off of all the blood I’ve spilled and lives I’ve utterly destroyed over the years… for a little while.

After a couple of hours, my mind got the better of me.  Eventually, he would find out.  This amazing man who wants nothing more than my attention and company would run as fast and far away from me as he could if he found out who I really am.  I tried to keep my mind on our conversations, but I couldn’t help myself.  Instead of kind eyes, I started seeing his face covered in blood and muck and in lieu of the soft heavenly sounds of an earthbound angel, his voice transformed into the gags and gurgles of a whorehog bleeding out from a slit throat.  So I did the only thing I could in the moment and started making out with him.

He was a great kisser but I couldn’t help but to picture myself biting off his tongue, so I got down on my knees and started blowing him.  That was fine, I love having cock in my mouth.  It’s very relaxing and puts me in sort of a trancelike state.  After a few minutes, he popped his prick out of my mouth and went down on me right there on the forest floor.  It felt so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop him but I did because all I Imagined was a decapitated head in my hands, swollen tongue protruding out of its smelly mouth lapping away at my labia.  When he quickly got on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt, I realized I had enough.

He wouldn’t stop, though.  As nice of a man as he was, he wouldn’t listen to me when I asked him to quit.  I gave him more chances than I have ever given anyone to control himself and cool off a little, but he couldn’t.  So I did it for him.  A stiletto switchblade stuck right in the ribs finished with a hard twist will stop anyone, I don’t care what the movies tell us.  He rolled off of me right away and balled up in the fetal position on the ground, screaming like the fuck pig he was.  I didn’t let him suffer, I got right on him and slit his throat wide open, an even cleaner cut than I saw in my vision.

I didn’t wait for him to die, I left him there all by himself to bleed out in the bushes.  I stood up and simply continued my walk in the woods, sans accompaniment.  That’s what I really needed anyway, I should’ve known better.  I’m not meant to have a love like that in my life, my violent phone sex world just won’t allow it.  The trees helped me clear my head, I really enjoyed my day.  I’m not really sorry for how I handled things but I’ll be keeping the nice man in mind next time I feel a little weak willed.  Lesson learned.  I wear a crown of filth, not a crown of light.  I’ll never forget that again.