Castration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.
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My Happy House Of Horrors
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.
Broken Hearted Bitch
One of my girlfriends fucked up recently and broke my poor little heart, so I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.
I caught her trying to fuck the new boy I’d pinned my eyes own down at the campus. She knew damn well I wanted to snatch his sweet virginity (so I could sacrifice him, of course!) but when I caught her in the car, I was going to take a tooth for a tooth, if you know what I mean.
As I stood before her laughing, the blood pouring down my hands, down my wrists and up my arms, she screamed. I showed her the thing in my hand, her eyeball that I’d plucked from her pretty little head and turned into jelly by crushing it in my palm. “An eye for an eye, bitch.” I sniggered as she screamed.
I grabbed her car keys, the same one I’d caught her fucking my little boy toy in, and I stabbed them through her sternum and into her heart. I slowly used that dull key blade to painfully rip her chest open wide enough, and then used those keys to cut her heart from her chest. Her last breath, she stared at me. “Heart breaker, love taker, don’t you mess around with me.” I said as I bit into her still-beating heart!
I Love Being a Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Accomplice for You
Guys call be all the time for bad babysitter phone sex. I hate brats so I have no problem being the evil accomplice to the snuffing of a young brat on or off the phone. Sometimes I pose as a real babysitter to get access to little brats. It is amazing how many folks do not check references. I have a fake profile on a babysitting site. I wear a wig and glasses. I do not look Goth. I have fake references. And every week someone calls me. I ignore most of the calls. They come in on my burner cell that’s not traceable. I keep it active because some guy will hire me for my dark services, and he will want to explore rape phone sex fantasies with a young girl. If he does not have the girl already captive or picked out, I will answer a babysitting call if it is for a young girl. I got one last week but had to wait till this week when I could get a babysitting call. Last night, he came to the house where I was sitting. I had the little girl all ready for him to fuck. She was drugged and out cold. I had a plastic sheet down on the bed because there would be blood. He has been wanting to fuck a young girl for ions. It has always been his fantasy, but he never knew how to make it happen until he saw my ad on the dark net. Most guys must wait several weeks or a month for me to get the right babysitting gig, but this guy got it in less than two weeks. He did not last long inside her tiny little cunt either. Few men do. He made a mess of her. But she would not remember a thing. I cleaned up the mess between her legs, got rid of the plastic tarp and put her clothes back on. Parents would not notice a thing, well not until it was too late to find a babysitter named Ashley Burton who does not exist. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner.
Taboo Phone Sex, Or Bloody Love?
Tell me, is it just taboo phone sex, or is it a sadistic bitch who’s finally found a like-minded match that loves the slaughter and the chase just as much as I do? I think we both know the answer. You’re obsessed with me. You worship the very ground I walk on, and we both know you’re trapped in denial about how badly you want to spill the guts of some young slut with me, want to listen to her pant and scream as she begs for, at first, her life.
And then, she’ll be begging for a quicker death than what me and my beloved planned to give her. I wanted to make snuff porn with her tight, little body. I wanted to perfectly capture the way she begged for Mommy to please come and help her while I used a hook to disembowel her. That would come last, and my sweet lover would cum first in her mouth, then in her sodomized ass, and finally in that untouched young cunt she was sporting for us.
I helped him, holding her frail, bound body up and whispering in his ear as he begged me to hurt her one more time so he could feel the throes of death, pain, and suffering milking his cock in our super fucked ass rape porn fantasy sprung to life.
The Pain Of An Orphan Whore
The winter puts me in a dark mood, I have a thirst for blood and cock this time of year! I’m a twisted little orphan whore with no family to celebrate the holidays with, instead I spend these long winter nights taking as much cock down my throat as I can, as much anal punishment and pussy ruining as possible to numb my pain. If I can be the pain whore I love being a sadistic accomplice to the perfect force fucking crime. Let’s take to the streets, find a vulnerable little slut to be our victim, we’ll gag her and tie her in our web. She will be at our complete mercy as we ruin her holes with the fattest dicks we can find. All for our amusement and satisfaction in seeing her break, Tis the reason for the season.
My Son Molesting His Sister
My boy Bob loves to get his hands on his younger sister, and it’s not my business to interfere. That’s the natural order hon, men are dominant and superior and most women are weak willed breeding holes made for nothing more than sex appeal and taking hot cum loads. His little sister is going to be his breeding bitch, and while I usually deal in bloody butcherings, I’ve been known to indulge some hot rape fantasies from time to time. I like to sit back and play with my pussy while I watch my son violate his little sister’s fresh young cunt. She screams, and cries, and begs for me to help her but I can’t! Bob sucks on my ice, delicious tits while he hurts her, and I make sure I cum to the delicious sound.
Slowly Slitting Her Open
Her throat opened beneath the slick kiss of my blade spilling blood down, like a turtle neck dress drenching her in crimson tides. She was gurgling, little bubbles popping through her split airway. She’d drown in her own blood, and I’d get to watch while my captive was forced to stroke his cock. It was his young daughter I was butchering, and she’d already been slowly split open from her nasty little girl cunt to her lips. He was using her blood as lube, jacking off inside her entrails and making a giant, bloody mess. He was mortified at the mess, but I had told him I’d chop his cock in two of he stopped stroking. Now, he was finding all this blood and suffering turned him on. It was time to bring his wife in for the grand finale.
Bitchy Bloody Butcher
The knife slid between her ribs while his cock slid deep inside her unwilling little pussy. I’d caught her stumbling home drunk from a weekend fuck fest, and coaxed the little hussy whore into my car. She reeked of cigarettes and vodka like an addicted little coke slut. I bribed her with pills, and before I knew it she was tied down in my bed, dozing on some crushed pills.
I brought my accomplice into the room, and together we sliced the clothes away from her ebony little skin. Some might say this was a hate crime, but she just happened to be the little raccoon I snatched on my way home from the bar. She was starting to come around, so I let my man push his big cock into her mouth while I got her cunt ready for impact so to speak. While he was choking her with his sloppy meat, I started beating her pussy half to fucking death with a leather belt. That woke her the fuck up! She started screaming and begging for us to stop in between forced-to-swallow thrusts that my man was laying on her.
That’s when I got tired of her whimpering, so he moved down to slip his fat dick into her cunny while I slid the blade between her chocolate ribs.
Ass Rape Porn Fantasies
I’ve got some really nasty ass rape porn fantasies where I take a tight little virgin asshole and stretch it out for fisting. Anything to make those little bitches cry! I love faggots and little girls who will beg and cry for me to “please let them go” and to “please stop hurting” them. I don’t intend to do either, but I do intend to film the entire affair.
Stretching those tiny fuck holes out to be gaped anal canals is pretty much one of the only visuals I like. People think I kill all my rape fantasy victims, but that’s not true. Sometimes it’s much more sadistic to let them wander around for the rest of their lives never forgetting your name or your face, or the immense humiliation and pain you caused them. Legacy is the name of the game, and this porno video is surely going to help everyone remember just how grand of a time I had tonight. I have two young girls, your guess as to their birthdays, tied up like holiday hams and naked as the day they were born. They’re both sobbing, one with a rather large ass plug in already. I’m not going to let them go until I rip them in half and just make one big bloody fuck hole.