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Cold Pussy in the Morgue

You said we were going on a field trip today. I had no idea what your plan was as we pulled up to the local hospital. I knew to keep my mouth shut, and simply followed you in. You checked in at the front desk, and a few minutes later a man, some sort of doctor or something, came for us. We followed him down hallways to an elevator. He pushed the button to the bottom floor, and had a to use a key, so it must be restricted… While we rode the elevator down, he looked me up and down and said to you “She will do.”

I knew you had traded me again, but I didn’t know what for yet. As I looked at this man, I saw he had blood all down the front of his scrubs, and even some on his face. What the fuck was going on? Then the elevator doors opened and we stepped out. We went through some metal doors and it was suddenly freezing cold. I looked around and realized we were in the morgue! There were tables everyhwere and several dead naked bodies laying out in the open like they just belonged there.

You instruct me to take off my clothes, and I do. The man feels my breasts, and then hands you a wad of money and tells you that you can choose any of them that you want. Any of what, I wondered? The man grabbed me and dragged me over to an empty table, and as I laid back the cold steel was horrific. He chained me to some hanging levers and began inspecting my body as if he were looking for something. He made his way tomy pussy and all I could think of was the blood all over his clothes. I looked to see where you were, and you had made your choice – one of the dead naked women on another table.

I watched you approach her body, also covered in blood, and take your cock out. The doctor inspecting me had made his way to my pussy and began fucking me. We both watched as you spread open the dead woman’s legs and started fingeing her corpse. You took your cock out and put it in between her lifeless lips. The doctor began fucking me harder as he watched you molest her lifeless body. You pulled her to the edge of the table and stuck your cock inside. I could only imagine how cold and wet that muct feel around your cock.

As the doctor came inside of me, he said that he would see me again soon. I heard you laugh and you told him that next time he saw me I would look more like the pretty one you had chosen….

‘Twas A Cozy Old Morgue

 

necrophelia phone sex karmaAs you may recall, last week I had a Beautiful Medical Fetish. Finding the old abandoned hospital / psychiatric ward was just dumb luck. But the evening I had transforming the little blonde twit and performing plastic surgery on her in the old surgical ward was one of the best nights I have had in a long time. When she finally lost hr battle with life, I thought, what the hell, why not put her where she belongs, in the old morgue. Laying her on the rusted and falling apart steel slab. I knew I would come back so I made sure the graffiti covered door was shut well so animals wouldn’t get in and nibble on her decomposing body (all though the idea of animals eating her flesh did make me cum).necrophelia phone sex hospital Last night I decided to go see her. Armed with a surgical mask and a jar of vicks, I headed out towards the hospital in the chilly night air. As soon as I opened the door and saw her body, already bloated from being in there a week with no cooling other then the weather, my cunt started throbbing and pumping out cum. Knowing I had to be gentle so hr skin did not break and ooze body fluids every where, I gently touched her skin, sending my orgasm over the edge. I decided to leave her exposed and go back home for supplies. A blanket and pillow and some food. I am coming back to spend a couple of days enjoying the site of her body being devoured by the animals. I will sleep in one of the other corpse drawers if I need to spend a night or two. I want to watch until nothing is left but her bones.necrophelia phone sex morgue

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Venus: Payback is a Bitch, So am I

 

rape phone sex fantasies killer gothI ran into a mean girl from school by chance the other day. I hated her. She made my life a living hell. Pay back was in order. I stalked her, hunted her, followed her for days.  Then I grabbed her last night as she was getting into her car. Smashed her face into the window and when her body slumped, I pushed her into the back seat and drove her car to my house. She awoke in my living room. I  had her tied to the chair, standing over her, slapping her face until she was fully awake. She was clueless about who I was. The bitch made it her job to humiliate me every day of my school girl years, and ten years later doesn’t know who the fuck I am? That pissed me off more.

I pulled her up out of the chair, and threw her up against the fireplace. I chained her to my fire place, making sure her ass was exposed. I then decided to assault her ass with a fire poker. I fucked her ass for hours. She was screaming for help. Blood was running out of her violated ass. I then started whipping her with a variety crops, paddles and whips. When we were in school she always said she was just hazing me to make me feel special. Now I was hazing her. I had her ass so raw it looked like bloody hamburger meat. At one point she passed out from the pain. I got a bucket of ice water and tossed it in her face. I wanted her alert for the pain I was inflicting.

rape phone sex fantasies evil bondageI asked her again if she remembered me. She still insisted we were strangers.  One time in school, she was behind me in class and she lit my hair on fire. The smell was horrible; the humiliation worse. I lit her hair on fire to jog her memory. She suddenly remembered me. She tried to apologize, begged me to put out the fire, said that was years ago and she was not the same girl. I didn’t give a fuck who she was now. I could not forgive the bitch. I let her burn. I let all of her burn in front of the fire place. I only wanted to hurt her. Inflict pain like she did to me many years ago, but my anger got the better of me. Like the flames were consuming her body, revenge was consuming my mind. No one would miss a cold hearted bitch.

I never burned a bitch alive before. The smell is intoxicating. She deserved to die. Once she was a pile of charred flesh, I swept her into the fire place. I would continue to burn her until even her bones were ashes. Revenge is sweet. You have someone you hate? I bet could help you dispose of the body in a fun yet tortuous manner. Let’s have some fun putting bitches and tools in their rightful place-a graveyard.

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She Was My First “Snatch And Grab”

mutilation phone sex karmaI will never forget the first sweet thing that I snatched up for sacrifice. In broad daylight, in a crowd, just as a thief pulls a snatch and grab taking a pocket book, I was able to snatch and grab her from right under her boyfriend’s nose. The anticipation of getting caught was mind blowing, but the events that followed were beyond my wildest dreams. I remember it as if it were yesterday:

The night is pitch black except for the glow of the new moon high in the sky. Not one star flickers in the sky and the thrill and anticipation is heavy in the air, looming like the thick fog that surrounds my naked body. I am glistening with a mixture of sweat and dew as the pulse beats hard and steady in my neck.
She is laying there on the alter, eyes staring blindly upwards. I have shaved her head, her arm pits and her sweet little pussy. I was surprised to find that her clit is pierced and has a silver ball through it. I decide to leave it in, I think my lord of evil will be pleased with the ornament.
The moon must rise just a little further so that it is directly center in the dark sky before I begin my decapitation and sacrifice. I speak to her softly and offer her a sip of red wine as I wipe her brow. She has long since stopped fighting and has accepted her fate as inevitable. I thank her once again for her gift and kiss her gently on the lips before raising my machete high into the air. I can’t help but notice as the moon light glistens off the blade before I bring it down to sever the first limb. She lets out a ear piercing scream before loosing consciousness and I cum hard as the blood pours from her body…….

Sweet memories of the first thing that I snatched away for my pleasure!

Good Boys Love Gothic Phone Sex

Even since I was super young everyone has always said I look gothic… I just don’t get it. Yeah, I have spindly legs and I’m not a stupid Barbie Doll with big fake titties, but that doesn’t mean I am some evil little troll. I ran into a guy I knew from school and he asked what I had been up to. I told him I do phone sex now and he laughed and said, “As what? The gothic phone sex queen?”. I laughed, little did he know what a subby little pain whore I am.

I gave him my number and told him to call me to find out for himself. I saw his cock get hard, he was such a goodie goodie jock in school, always going after the cheerleader types. But I could tell he wanted a piece of me and I planned to really give him a show. He gave me his number too, and over the next couple days I sent him these photos. I knew it would get his cock hard.

Sure enough, my phone rang, and it was him. I told him no freebies for anyone and he paid up. It made my horny little cunt wet knowing that he was finally going to pay to get anything he wanted from me – he coulda had it for free in school.  He stroked his cock while I told him about all my dark rape fantasies and how I love to have my little body mutilated. I called him Master, and he was breathing so heavy that I thought he was going to cum too soon.

I spread my legs and inserted a spiked dildo into my pussy, and as I screamed, he moaned, and he said this was the most amazing his cock had ever felt. I ripped the spiked dildo in and out of my pussy as he listened to every rip and tear. He was such a good boy, but he was getting off on my pain. It just goes to show, us goth looking girls can out fuck any sweet cheerleader out there. Give me a call and I will take you places you never knew existed.

Gothic Phone Sex with Reagan * Barbies are Not Just for Little Girls

Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

The day I saw him play at the club I knew he would be a great fuck. He stood a tall 6 foot plus inches, his face a very pale and sun starved.. tattoos covered a good portion of his body, piercings in both nipples and lip and nose rings.. wore jet black and silver chains. He was not skinny like most of your gothic front men.  He sung of degradation and blood. His impending numbness came from a place inside that even he was unaware of.. his pain was exciting to me. The fear in his eyes was none the less calming. Intimidating to others, but intoxicating to me. We locked gazes a few times during the show, and each time we did.. I knew excitement would follow this evening.

I saw a few groupies gathering at the foot of the stage.. begging to be let into his tour bus. Blonde busty and just the cookie cutter band whores.  I saw how he looked at them. Like raw meat.. wanting to eat them alive. My sex became drenched when he looked my way. I could tell instantly he wanted to have fun. He gave me a nod of approval, and I joined the two barbie bimbos.. and although they seemed a bit frightened by my gothic appearance, when they realized I was the key to the pleasure bus, they got excited.

Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

We were shuffled to the bus, and when we entered I was pleasantly surprised. The double decker style bus had a very gothic appearance and it was a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside. All red and black, mid century fixings.. and a bed on the top floor.. a really big bed.. black and red brothel style, big enough to sleep five or six comfortably. And I am sure it has done so.. many times. It has a history that I wish I could discover. We were treated like guests of honor by the roadies while we waited for the guest of honor to finish his set. We were handed drinks as soon as we entered, and I sipped mine slowly while I watched the barbies bounce around like a bimbo clown show for the guys in the bus, I stayed still.. playing out many evil scenarios in my head for these two.

The stockiest of the roadies had a sick look on his face, vulgar intentions wracked his brain.. he was watching them drink a little to closely.. waiting for something to begin.. I set my drink down.. I had a very iron constitution when it came to drugs.. and not many will affect me like it will others.

Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

Just as I set my drink down I saw one of the barbies fall.. it happened so quick that even if I wanted to react to the evil that unveiled itself I would not have had time to. Like wolves to bloody meat the three roadies were stripping the barbies of what little clothing they had on, binding them together with rope and chain.. putting them on what seemed to be a slab. In less than five minutes time, they transformed from groupie whores, to a midnight snack.

I watched with amusement while our barbies took a brutal violation that ended in a rough use of every hole. Blood tricked down from their mouths as they were face fucked hard. This brutal scene lasted about 45 minutes .. and they were left hung.. bleeding bruised crying and begging to be let free. I wondered what my place was in all of this when our front man joined us. He seemed pleased and came to me. “Now the real fun begins my gothic queen…” I smiled as he handed me the knife.

 Gothic Phone Sex Reagan

 

No Strap Needed

When you told me I was going to fuck the new slave whore, I figured you meant with a strap on… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t mean it that way at all. You bathed me, got me dolled up, and placed me on the big wooden table. For a fleeting moment I thought maybe you were going to fuck me, the way you used to. But I am too pathetic, and even cleaned up I am hardly desirable enough for you. You want the new slaves. the sluts with the fresh bright red blood.

Tonight you were going to make sure you got just that. You propped my knees up, and spread my legs. I could feel your rough hands on my inner thighs and I longed for your hands inside my pussy… But instead, you picked up a knife. My heart started to pound as I thought you were going to slice my pussy and give me what I need so badly. But then you flipped the knife around and stuck the handle end into my cunt. Ughhh. Not what I needed at all.

So there I lay, with a blade sticking out of my pussy like a sharp metal cock. You grab the newest, and smallest, of the sluts, and drag her over to to the table. You easily lift her up and make her straddle me. She sees the knife and begins to cry. If she only knew that only makes you want blood more…. The poor pathetic waste of space. And yet, I am jealous. She will get all your lust tonight, and she won’t even want it the way I do. You lift her by her hips, her pussy quivering over the tip of the knife. Her hands tied behind her, her strength gone.

You hold her there and tell her she is going to ride my “cock”. She starts to scream, but its too late, as you drop her down onto the blade and it slices so quick and clean deep inside her little cunny. She loses her breath and can’t make a sound as the pain fron the blade races through her body and hits her brain. I begin to grind my hips up into her, fucking her with the blade, being the good slave slut you taught me to be. Her blood pours out of her cunt, all over mine, and you begin to kick her bloody clit as I continue to fuck her.

She catches some air and instead of screaming she starts to moan. Your tongue on her bloody clit and my sharp “cock” fucking her insides is exactly what she needed. The little whore begins to grind back down on me, and I know she is under your control now. She will want you forever, the same way I do…. but you don’t ever keep anything forever…

Jumpers

I am chained to the crossbeam against the wall and you tell me that its time to get me charged up. I have no idea what you’re talking about until you pull out what look like jumper cables for a car! My heart starts to race as I see the metal clamps with the huge metal teeth on both of the ends of the cable. I follow the cable with my eyes, and the other end is hooked onto a car battery.

My pussy starts to drip at the excitement of what kind of pain it may cause, and even though I am terrified, I am still aching for some pleasure. You always play the best games with me. You flick a switch back near the battery and I can hear the low hum of a strong electrical current. The sound alone makes my teeth start to vibrate and I can feel the vibration all through my bones radiating up from the floor.

You approach me with one of the clamps, and look me up and down as if trying to decide where to place it. Your eyes fixate on my breast, and then I know whats coming. In one hand you have some lubrication and you apply it generously to my breast. I know this is to make the electrical current stronger. Then you sqieeze open the clamp and begin to place it on my nipple. The elctricity surges through me and I literally bite my own tongue off.

My body is paralized and convulsing from the current and I smell smoke. You’re trying to clamp it on me, but the lube is making it difficult to grasp and so the metal teeth are tearing my flesh as it slides on and off. But the current is constant and although I can’t move, I begin to feel my insides melting and can see the ends of my hair burst into flames. Finally you get the clamp to grip and stand back as I cook from the inside out….

Dial Now for Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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I’m all over some rape phone sex fantasy decadence. Your such a little bitch and you thought you would get away with being a sleaze ball to me?! Well think again bitch. You just signed yourself away as my very own Bitchboy, you pathetic excuse for a man. And yeah your banned from my bar also.

The best part of me now owning you is that I can sweet text you into visiting me at my bar. Yes, your still banned and you forget all about that until the two large door men hover over you. Looks like you will be getting a beat down by my guys and dragged to the basement.

Down in the pubs basement bloody bruised and fucked up your tied leaning across a steel table. Your naked and that ass of yours is about to be owned and fucked over and over by my big Ogre like doormen. Of course I get first dibs and I punch you as I spread your bitch ass cheeks and impale it with my huge black strap on cock.

As I finish up fucking your ass I come around and force my filth coated dick down your throat making you clean it. As your gagging on your ass juice and my big fat cock your being taken by one of my Ogres. Their cocks are a good fucking 9″ thick and 15″ long. These guys are gaping your ass and making it bleed as they laugh their deep penetrating laughs. You pass out and they keep fucking you and cumming in your ass.

Finally, you come to and find yourself strapped down in an abandoned psychiatric hospital. I’m standing over you grinning with a Victorian bone saw in my hand. Shuddering you look down and notice a huge blood stain in the front of your hospital gown and feel week. Passing out from blood loss and shock you hear me laughing more.

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Coming back out of unconsciousness you find yourself in the middle of 10 Ogre men gang banging your near dead body into full corpsedom. I discard you since I hate rotting flesh so the Ogres get to feed you to their pet crocodiles as a treat.

Batter Up

You wake us up in the middle of the night, and I can tell you’re high as hell. You’re holding something in your hand… what is that? Some sort of baseball bat? You clang it against the bars of my cell and announce that its time for Batting practice. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see that you are indeed holding a bat, but around the end of the bat you have wound some sharp and rusty barbed wire. My blood runs cold, wondering what your plans are for that bat.

You drag me by my hair to the middle of the dungeon. I cower and lower my head, thinking you are going to bash my brains in with your new toy. Instead you kick me under the chin and Iland onmy back. You tell me, “spread ’em, you filthy fucking whore”. Thats when I knew where that bat was going. But I had to do as i was told, and I laid back on the cold dirt floor and spread my legs for you. I grabbed my ankles, turned my head and closed my eyes.

With one swift motion you thrust the bat and all its barbed wire right up my cunt. It tore me to shreds on the way in, and I could barely scream as it continued to ravage my insides. You twisted and turned it, laughing like a maniac the entire time. Some of the other slut slaves were crying, knowing they would be getting their chance at bat tonight, too. You pumped it inside my cunt, blood everywhere, and I could feel the barbs tearing my flesh like a fish that couldn’t escape the hook.

You began to try to yank it out and parts of me and the walls of my vagina came out with it. The bat was covered in blood and gore and you looked at it in amazement. I laid there, legs still spread, afraid to move. You went to the next slave’s cell, opened the door, and said “Batter Up!”