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Rape Fantasies Phone Sex Blackmail

I love to Blackmail my Uncle into doing bad things. My favorite are the Rape fantasies phone sex kind. I will come by his place unannounced with three little girls in tow. It’s fun to find these chicks that want to be bad girls like me. I tell them I will let them hang out with my gothic girl club and be a part of the gang.

Every gang and club has some form of initiation. My initiation for these three was to help me blackmail my uncle. He is rich and always denies me a good life. I decided to find some dirt on him. He likes to watch hardcore porn. So funny as he says it’s only fantasy rape but I am not a dummy. I know snuff when I see it.

So I put a nanny cam in and caught him masturbating to this filthy snuff fantasy rape shit and used that. We pushed him inside when my mother had my aunt occupied for the weekend. Having gotten my reign I took full advantage of Uncle B.

I forced him to do these things to these girls as I egged him on. Once his dick was in the fantasy rape doll there was no turning back. It brought those dark desires out. The way he screamed and beat these young girls got me so hot. Making my uncle fuck me with his big blood covered cock with fantasy rape cunt juices all over it, was a must.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Snuff Phone Sex: Your Black Widow of Death

Seeking a dark erotic experience. The deeply passionate love of death and all that leads up to it. This passionate exit from the world of the living as the New Year Dawns. I dreamt this Snuff phone sex scene in great vivid details.

We had our first date from a Gothic dating site. You, a newby and lured by the dark beauties of sinful persuasions. My poison is the blood of virginal guys that are hoping to be lucky with a goth chick. You are a mommies boy and dressing in black to try and appear to have depth and to think for yourself. But mommy controls you.

You meet me and run away with me. We go and stay in a catacomb in an abandoned and forgotten cemetery. I bring my ritual items and tell you to undress in the circle of candles. You obey like a good boy. I step close to you and kiss you deeply and with a incisor tooth nip your lip. The sweet blood slowly surfaces and I run my lips over it. Tatsing the life force that will soon be stolen.

I lean down and start to suck your cock. Have you practically ooozing at the first lick… leaving me no choice. You can’t cum yet! I slide this incisor fang into the head of your cock and again that delicious velvet wine from the veins surfaces to my lips. Followed by an oozing load of cum.

… to be continued..

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are Not Just For Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I am not talking about men wanting to force me to fuck. I would cut a guy’s dick off for even thinking of fucking me against my will. I mean I have rape fantasies for young girls too. I can force my fist or a dildo into a little slut and make her scream. I saw this little cock teasing slut at the mall the other night. I am a Goth girl. Most little girls think of me as Wednesday Addams. This girl was hanging out in Starbucks getting men to buy her drinks. I observed her for a while and decided that she needed taught a lesson. Girls who use men like t hat give the rest of bad names. Plus, they just perpetuate the myth that if a man buys a girl something he owns her. I do not use men. I am a self-sufficient bitch. But I did follow that teen whore to the bus stop and offered her a ride home. She clearly was never told not to take rides from strangers. I am a Gothic phone sex bitch.  If she knew a fraction of the crazy shit that I have done she never would have gotten into the car with me. Not my fault she is a dumb cunt, lol. I took her to my cabin in the woods. I told her I could make her a scream queen. She just thought it was an audition for a mainstream horror movie. Not exactly mainstream. I made her a special drink with a roofie in it. Soon she was easy prey. While she was out of it, I turned the camera on and fucked her with a huge dildo.  She was going to be a scream queen, just for a teen rape porn, not a horror flick. I ravaged her teasing fuck holes. The girl was a virgin which shocked me. The way she was dressed and acting told me she was a little whore. But all the blood oozing from her cunt and ass told me she was all talk. I have her in a cage in my basement. I am not done with her yet. Thought maybe you might want to use her too.

Sadistic Phone Sex Seductress

A seductress of the dark and the bringer of no light I am the Sadistic phone sex seductress muhahahhaah. I am the woman in red. The one that conjures up the darkest demons of hell. It is I who will willing fully to do you no good. For my pleasure is surely to see you, a male imbecile kneeling before me begging me to cause you pain.

My blade is sharp, as my laugh is wicked. You have stumbled into my rabbit hole of diabolical pleasures. You will succumb to me for your purely darkest pleasures. What is it that caused you this curiosity to pursue moi?

Men are always exhibiting great weaknesses in the sex and pleasure side of their brains. I can solve that for some with a labotomy.  Really this is for my own dark pleasure. To insert an ice pick into your eye and watch your body convulse. Oh, and I see it made you erect and frankly all this pain on others and blood of which I caused turns me on. I think that erection looks nice enough for my pleasure ride. I will fuck you dead and smear your life force all over me.

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Goth Teen Phone Sex Cutting

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I’m sure you think that all goth teen phone sex sluts have razor thin scars and cuts all over their arms and legs from self harm and masturbatory mutilation, huh?  You think that every gloom and doom loving girl with a violently horrible home life can’t help but to hurt herself because it’s the only thing she knows, right?  That might be the case for a lot of these horrific phone whores, but not me.  I mean, I’m definitely a cutter, no doubt.  But you don’t think I’m going to slice myself up, do you?

Get real.  If I’m not doing a ritual or trying to freak someone the fuck out, I’m not cutting myself.  I’ve had enough pain and torture in my time, my price has long been paid.  I do love the feeling of slashing into skin and making tiny, bloody gashes everywhere, though.  Since I don’t dare tarnish my alabaster flesh with crazy little cuts and scratches, you know who I set my sights on when I feel like having a little cutting fit…  “Here, piggy-piggy-piggy.” 

Fuck pigs are great to use for taking out all kinds of aggression, you can do a lot with them.  They’re great to violently fuck, terrorize, abuse and snuff out, of course, but they also make for great canvases for any skin sketches you might need to get out of your mind.  The best is finding a goth teen fuck pig who kind of likes it, too.  Moans and screams sound great together.  After an intense round of torture sex with whoever, I like to carve out some lines or stars, write my name, shit like that.  “Please cut me” is always fun to cut into someone, it makes me laugh, like drawing “Wash Me” into the grime caked on a dirty car.  I don’t know, it’s basically like simple doodling to decompress from a crazy hectic day, only these drawings tend to be permanent.  As permanent as the fucky-piggy-fuck-fuck I’m using to create them, anyway.  We’ll just see where the cutting leads us.

 

 

Blasphemy Sex and Fucking Jesus with Satan’s Cock

Fucking Jesus’ God Damned cock and Hailing Satan is the greatest thing ever. Blasphemy sex is a righteous kind of sex with me. I had this loser stalker that thought Goth girls were the filthiest little whores and wanted to give me a taste of Christ by attempting to forcefully penetrate me against my will. Fat Mother Fucker God damned piece of shit Bible thumper Southern Baptist Bat Shit nut job got his dues.

My quick reflexes and street smarts put him in a hold as I flipped my tight little body around and held his fat ass down. A quick move and my blade was out and slicing that cock right from his fat greasy balls. I laughed as he screamed bloody fucking God help me bullshit bitch screams. I rubbed his blood on my body and while he still spurted I did a little stitching and rendering of that prick of his.

In moments I had a bloody red strap-on ready for some penetrating truth of his Christ fucking dreams. That’s right Bitch take Satan’s phallus like the fat bastard you are and spit in his face as I rape fantasied that ass into oblivion with the power and force of Satan infused within it. Conjuring demons into dick cuttings is a great Hobby of mine.

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What Are You Thankful For?

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Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Gothic phone sex

Gothic phone sex

Ever since I was old enough to know I’ve been Just plain disgusted by humanity and society. ASS FUCK THE WORLD. Knowing that nothing that someone else wanted was something I wanted. SUCK DICK AND DIE BITCH. Society would say I was clinically depressed These terms don’t make sense. TRICK YOU DON’T KNOW ME. When I finally got into my sexual points I prefer being cut burned or choked out. SLAP ME CHOKE ME PULL MY HAIR. Always being put in the wrong crowd. WANT TO DO SOME DRUGS? My mom’s boyfriends used to come and touch me when I was younger. I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I GET OLDER. This made it hard for me to get in they got into sex for a while, But when I did. FREAK YOU THE WEEK TIE ME UP AND GANGBANG ME.

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I’m going to do everything ACDC Was always in play. ANY AND EVERYONE CAN GET SOME. I always liked the edgy stuff. My sexuality was open and accessible. DRUG MEE, FIST ME, SPANK ME, AND SLICE ME UP. So when someone asks me about queening I was ready and willing Come on baby in this Gothic phone sex I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.

 

Haunted Willow

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I’m haunted by all of the spirits that got trapped in my house of horrors during all of the cum and blood filled rounds of torturous and treacherous gothic phone sex.  I can’t get away from them, they’re always around to make my life a living hell.  Probably because of the horribly sadistic and violent ways they died here in my happy home.  

I didn’t snuff out all of them, but I definitely facilitated their fucked up finale’s.  That’s enough to keep their focus on me for my foreseeable future and potentially the remainder of their afterlives.  I knew what I was getting into when I started living the way I do, there’s a lot of dark shit that goes along with my lifestyle.  I didn’t know I’d have so many pissed off ghosts literally living with me from it all, though.

In my opinion, all of the little fuck pigs that get fucked to death under my roof are lucky.  When you die, wouldn’t you love to go out while you’re getting banged?  A lot of my victims get to live out that fantasy.  Or die out that fantasy, as it were.  How many people get to take their final breaths while they’re being forced to have multiple orgasms?  Don’t all whores want to die while they’re cumming?

I’m not going to stop, these spunk covered specters don’t scare me.  They annoy me.  What are they going to do to me, they’re fucking dead.  I’m going to step up my witchcraft game and clear them out with my own will, just like I did with their lives.  In the meantime, I’ll keep adding more cum covered ghouls to the group.  

 

accomplice phone sex for him

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I have managed to get on my master’s good side. I know a bit of strategy is what it takes for him and him to get on the right page. The nastier and more perves I am for him, I endure anger.

Ever since I figured it out, I have begun to use this tidbit to my advantage. I won’t deny that it is too some fine-tooth combing to figure out how to approach the situation.

I am so glad I was able to make my master quite happy when I brought over my friend to use. It’s pretty easy to degrade that one she slept with the whole school. A little accomplice’s phone sex has gotten me into the mood to destroy for master.