My sweet son Bob has a deep, dark fantasy. It’s full of violent rape fantasies where he has his own way with his little sister Faith. Faith was born for my boy to marry, to breed, to use as he sees fit. She’s a slutty little thing, and so we decided to teach her a lesson or three about power and control. Bob’s in control of what happens to that stupid little slut, and I hold all the power. He’s hot after my own pussy. But I trained him to masturbate and cum to young girls. His favorite young girl just happens to be his sister. He’s one of those james, you know what I mean. Men who are classy, but have nasty fantasies! I call them james, like dames but with big cocks.
We drugged Faith, knocked her young little body out with enough sedative to put down a horse, and called up the Bang Gang. Yeah, I mean the gangbang, but these guys are packing some seriously thick cocks. Thick enough to stretch my son’s slutty little wife out. Thick enough to fill her up with gooey, dripping cummies that Bob could play around in when they were done molesting and acting out my sick rape fantasies on her little body. My sweet princess had a cock in every orifice, and Bob just stroked his cock as we watched.
Of course I was rubbing at my pussy. I let one of those big sexy guys come up and fuck me during this molestation nation session, and Bob got to watch even though he desperately wanted to be the big man fucking my tight Mommy hole over and over and over again. Bob had to go and settle for the well used, cum dripping cunt his sister Faith seemed to be offering him in her little drugged slut state. He slid his cock in her, slapped her, and said “I love you, my stupid cunt wife! I love you Faith!” As he came hard in her, and our little girl awoke covered in cum.
Tag: Goth Teen Phone Sex
All In Good Faith – Molestation Nation
Teen Rape Porn Fantasy With Faith
I’m usually all about bloody snuff chat, but I’ve decided to take a more maternal approach with my own brats in a little teen rape porn fantasy. My son Bobby and his younger sister Faith fell into my control recently, and I’ve been giving my boy some “homework” if you will. I’ve been training his cock to rise to photos of young, naked girls. I started with close ups of their soft little soles, the swell of their navels, those perfect little princess parts, flat tits with perky little button nipples, soft lips covered in cum. My son took to those immediately! Over the course of a few weeks, with my SVU contact providing the photos, my hot son got very turned on by young little girls. It was then I started showing him photos of his sister! It took him another few weeks to realize I was training him to be a PDaddy! I told him one night after he’d busted a hot nut to these explicit materials that one day he was going to marry his little sister Faith and put a baby in her. Now? We spend our mornings trying to breed. I always tell him in times of trouble “I know it’s difficult, but have a little Faith!” We laugh, and then we act out my rape fantasies on my stupid cunt daughter using my Ptrained son’s cock.
Snuff Porn Death: May You Rest in Pieces
I enjoy watching snuff porn, but I will always prefer to make it. Usually, I have a sweet young victim as my star because that is where the demand and money is found. That does not mean I do not enjoy snuffing out young victims because I do. I will kill anyone with two legs. Sometimes, however, it is fun to make a snuff flick with a man. When I do, it is like porn just for me. I can masturbate to watching my handy work and some small dick humiliation. I do extreme small dick humiliation because I will remove your tiny appendage. I will enjoy castrating you if you have a small dick. Hands down I prefer killing a grown ass man over a tiny girl. Not because I do not like tender age cunts. For me, it is more of a challenge. Like it is a fair fight. This is why I do not kill animals. No fairness there. Plus, I like animals. It is people I hate. I am happy to make snuff movies with men, especially men like Jim. I met him at Barnes and Noble of all places. I went in to get some books to read and he was the loser with a Goth girl fetish. I was not the right Goth girl for him, and he found out the hard way. He assumed wrongly that I was a pain slut and a submissive. I am into pain, but your pain, not mine. I drugged him and tied him up. When he woke up, I chopped his penis off. It was easy to do being so small. I made sure he knew I took his penis because it was worthless. I made a hot torture porn video carving him up. Dismembered him slowly too. May he rest all in pieces. Who wants to be next?
Death trap
You have a thing for gothic phone sex, and it is going to take a girl like me to push you into actually getting knee-deep into some sinister things. I’m so ready to make you my bitch and make you my victim. I love guys who think they can dominate me because, in reality, they are all pussies. You are home with your wife in the next room sleeping, and you are stuck on me. You men are so fucking pathetic it makes me sick. I love to think about making so-called dominant men my fucking losers.
I will let you think you are the king and you’re my master, but in reality, you are my bitch, and once you realize it, sorry, it is too late for you. It’s a death trap, and your cock looks much better sliced up. I’m so ready to feed it to you, loser.
Snuffing Out In Space
I love to do a little snuffing in the fantasy of my mind; listen to this one. You are a rich billionaire who’s decided to blast into space, and I’m a rocket scientist. I want to get you out on a space walk, and torment the shit out of you. You see, I’ve made some special adjustments to your space suit. The boots will super heat the soles of your feet, and the suit itself will electrocute you.
If you let go of the rungs out these, you’re liable to float away into space. I watch you contentedly from inside the shuttle pod, grinning through a window as I shock you on and off. Finally, you start crying. Your eyes are burning. You can’t see.
In an act of desperation, you rip your space helmet off, and I get to watch your pathetic billionaire body plummet back down to the ground, a fucking fireball in the end. Too extreme? Shut up, you pussy.
Blasphemous Fucking Of Saint James
James was not yet a saint, merely a man – an Apostle of Christ, the one my sister Mary Magdalene had gotten knocked up by. James was a cutie, a devout man who I’d been chasing down for months. Finally, I got the courage to slip into his tent one night, as Jesus had come into mine to stuff Mary Mags full of that Divine cum.
James was shocked to see me, but I was dressed to impress and he couldn’t resist my elegant form in the lantern light. “Indigo?” He asked with such confusion, not expecting to have seen me there. I stripped quickly, and his jaw hit the floor as his cock rose to the Heavens. “Jesus said you get a reward.” I grinned wickedly. James got to his knees, and began to immediately worship the most holy gift of God – my perfect pussy.
It wasn’t long before I was cumming all over Saint James face, blessing him with my feminine juices and a loud fucking cum. I was screaming his name so loud Lazarus must have heard me. I knew I could turn him to my causes; ending the fucking Roman Empire. The first step of that was ending Jesus Christ himself.
Cannibalism Phone Sex Feeds the Soul
Cannibalism phone sex may not be as popular as some of the other kinky fetishes, but it is one of my favorites. During the quarantine, I feasted on a couple tender age bodies. I did not want to go to the store and interact with dickheads. There was a food shortage and money was not predictable, so I hunted for my food. It gives me immense pleasure to hunt for my food. I lucked out and found two teen girls. Mall rats with no mall to go to because of Covid. I offered to get them some beer which is why they were hanging out in the parking lot of a liquor store. Lucky for me, booze barns were considered essential. I told them they could party at my please. Stupid cunts believed me. They trusted a creepy Goth girl with their lives, and they paid for their stupidity. I had to fatten them up for a few weeks. I kept them chained in the basement while I fed them high protein clean foods. You are what you eat, and I like my meals clean and free of artificial additives. They were scared shitless, but they had no clue my nefarious plans included eating their tender flesh. They thought I took them to traffic their bodies. These worthless young whores were going to die to feed me. A noble death. Worthless whores. When I cooked them, I seasoned them just right. Soaked them in butter and added seasonings. I boiled them in two large pots. They died together. I cut them up into meal portions and froze them in my industrial size freezer. I have been eating those missing whores daily for the past year. No one will ever find their bodies because I shit them out and flush them away. Are you hungry? I need to replenish my food supply.
Cut Off The Cock
I held his cock in my hand, admiring the way that it’s throbbed and drips all over my wrist. The fact that it was detached and I was about to slide it deep inside my horny murderous pussy is besides the point. I had to be at least 12 inches, and I had just cut it off fresh. This man followed me home and he thought that he was going to be able to fulfill his rape fantasies with my sweet tender Gothic teen body, but I let him know right away that that was not about to be the case.
I lured him upstairs, and just when he thought he was going to get to slide his dick deep inside of me I pulled off my shirt, and you became very distracted by my big fucking tits. I mean come on, these dugs could distract anybody. I had enough time to pull out my knife, and dismembered that offensive dick from its disgusting body. The cock is nice, and it feels so good the way I’m fucking myself with it.
I think that I’m going to enjoy this for quite a long time. I don’t need his screaming body anymore, he’s laying on the ground with blood spurting from the wound trying to stop the flow with a feta can. But it’s not going to do him any good, is it?
Copy Cat Killers
My style is pretty distinct, so when I was laid out on my couch trying to rub my sadistic teen pussy to the horrific crimes on the news and I saw one of my signature crimes roll across the screen, I paused. Someone was out there doing what I do, and that only made me wetter. I kept stroking my cunt thinking about how this was good for business.
Whoever this was was sloppy as sin, and I squirted all over my sofa to the sick sights paraded across my screen. I hopped onto my phone after licking my fingers clean of my own cum, and decided to keep an eye. I watched for weeks as this killer played out rape fantasies and chopped up little girls, dismembering and disemboweling them in the cruelest of ways. Ways so similar to my own it made my cunt soaked.
When I slipped out of the door to go pick a vic down by the river, I decided to leave a message for my forensic love affair. I captured a family of four, and slaughtered them ruthlessly. Then I posed the bodies for my copy cat to find, in my – no our – style. I wrote him a love letter in blood, carved in the flesh of my tender victims. I invited him to a life of murderous lust. When I was finished, I snapped a picture for myself. When I turned around, I saw her step from the trees. My eyes lit up. My Goddess, Kali, at last.
Sinful Confessions
Bring me your sinful confessions, and whisper them diligently in my ear while I finger fuck my dripping teen cunt. Here, I’ll go first. I’m a dirty whore who’s got an appetite for some foul play. My last boyfriend learned what I meant by sick and twisted when I tossed his younger sister into the river for kicking sand at me.
He thought about squealing, so I lured him with my fat tits deep into the woods where no one would hear him scream. We played a game of bondage; I let him tie me up first and fuck me however he wanted until he came all over the forest floor.
Then, it was my turn. I used chains instead of ropes to secure him, and blindfolded him while I quietly dripped him in oil for a massage. I dripped the oil all around the tree he was strapped to as well. When he recognized the smell, he began to panic. I like a fat blunt, took a drag, and ashed it down into the river of gasoline that was pooled at my feet.
It went up in a blast, and raced to the tree. He was screaming in no time, begging me to let him go. The chains heated, searing his flesh like a well charred steak. I laid out a blanket, and rolled up my skirt. I finger fucked my cunt as I watched the flames devour his whole body. I squirted, and started my prayers to Hel.