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Gothic Phone Sex Torture

gothic phone sexGothic phone sex is my jam. I am a dark bitch. I got my love for all things Gothic from my grandpa. He was a fan of old Gothic horror films and novels. But he went back further too. He liked medieval torture. He would always tell me that they just do not kill people the way they use too. He meant legally sanctioned death penalty killings. He would tell me that the modern death sentence was boring. He never believed death should be humane and painless. I must agree with him. I mean if you commit a heinous crime, shouldn’t your death be equally as heinous? I live for torture sex. Think about it. The rack, the stocks, hanging, drawn and quartering, pendulums, iron sarcophaguses, and the pear of anguish were brutal ways to die. They included pain and suffering, and often bloodletting. Those were deaths that would deter crime. My grandpa had to kill his inmates by the electric chair and later by lethal injection. He preferred the smell of charred skin and soiled pants, LOL. I got my love for human pain from him. I grew up watching him carry out death sentences as the warden of a prison. He always told me the punishment should fit the crime. That is my motto today. If a guy tries to force fuck me, I chop up his cock and balls. Castration phone sex fits the crime of thinking I want your little willy.  The eye for an eye philosophy was law of the land for centuries. If you made punishments painful and heinous, we might be able to deter crime. I know every man who’s nuts I have chopped off, has never committed a sex crime again. Okay, so technically without your balls you cannot fuck but having your nuts chopped off helps keep your dick in your pants, right? I am a crime and punishment kind of girl. I can help your find a fitting punishment for those cock teases you know, for example. Perhaps, exploring your violent rape fantasies would help.

Blasphemy sex with a bun in the oven

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Go ahead and baptize my baby with blasphemy sex. all I will ever do is have hard rough sex and do a ton of drugs so that you can do whatever you want with me. It’s time for you to shove your cock deep inside my pregnant twat. You belong to the highest form of worship, and I will give you my Minnie so that you can do what you please with that wee one. Yes, I know I will burn in eternal hell because I have only eyes for you, and you are my god. Whatever you want, I will go to the end of the world to get it for you.

How did I become this pathetic? It all stems from early on trauma, and it felt so good to be used as a dumb slut, and now I will repeat history and let it happen to my daughter.

Accomplice Phone Sex Auctioning Young Slut

Slaughtering a tight young doll is what I awoke with a desire for today. Sinday and Accomplice phone sex goes wonderful with the smell of fear, piss and blood, and all this from a sweet innocence that had a honey like aroma with a whiff of jasmine to her. The sweetest of the innocent is what makes me feel so much more evil.

The likeness of your craving feeds my sadistic urges. These are urges that I was born into. Like being born in blood I was born into a darkness that only few have known.

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My mere existence was won by some little twinkle in my eye. I was tortured, violated and made into a punching bag the first years. Then, I fought back. My bruised destroyed cunt was getting wet from that pain and wetter from watching the assault of a new sacrifice.

I survived the sacrifice in the Cult and this made me stronger. It was that moment when they tried to ruin me when my first moon came that sealed my fate of being kept alive. Keeping me alive was offering Satan another whore to do his filth work. It’s the darkest sublime grime that I pulled my swollen violated and beat body through and came like banshee in heat.

This is my power. Destroying little things full of innocence and uselessness that excite me most. A whack on the head, a slice of the blade and the cunt punch of a bat is the charms of your throbbing dick. Making the mother of the slutbag to be watch her cunt dropping become ground flesh is truly stupendously wonderful.

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Dupped Into Making Gangbang Rape Porn

My date was on his way to pick me up. What he didn’t know was that I had planned a Gangbang rape porn filming session with my six favorite big black thick sausage having bulls. As he walked into to the room, I got my knife and put it to his throat. That is when my bulls walked in with hard cock meat in hand. I told him to undress or he would never breathe again so he did as I asked.

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He was pushed to his knees and I was ready to see some torture sex while I fingered my cunt. They stuck their BBC’s in his holes. One after the other they fucked his mouth and asshole filling him up until he was drowning and gaging on nut. His asshole was bloody and dripping with gooey cream loads. He was crying begging for the pounding to stop but they didn’t. He gave up fighting at some point and that is when I finger fucked my cunt until I came watching them gangbang his limp body. When their big balls were finally empty. I made them hold him down as I pulled on his cock and cut his limp dick straight off castrating him and making him in to the bitch he is.  

Faith’s Unholy Easter

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It’s Judas appreciation weekend, and so many of you deviants have an extra day off to sin. How about that shit, Jesus got nailed to a cross and we all get a long weekend. I’m not going to spend all weekend shoving chocolate crucifixes in my unholy cunt though. I have some other things planned. The loser might have gotten himself hammered to a post, but I see no point in celebrating him when our Dark Lord is the one that won on that hillside. Jesus wept and cried and his father turned the lights off. Let’s have a deranged Satanic easter and rejoice in Lucifer’s gifts. 

How will you serve the Morningstar this weekend? Evil phone sex is a good place to start. I’m going to take part in a ritual to offer my three fuck holes up to the bastard son of Satan. I’ve prayed to Satan to let the Antichrist breed me during this time of fertility. If it’s Satan’s will on Sunday I will be pumped full of vile demonic seed directly from the seed of Satan’s beautiful sack. I’ll slash as many arteries as I have to, and drain as much blood as is required to become his sick whore. Happy Unholy Easter, sinners. 

Seedy & Creepy Mistresses of the Dark

When you cross Willow and Morticia in the night you will instantly become weak and enthralled. We are the Sadistic Mistresses of your darkest imagination. We are a duo of badass bitches and men are just toys for the two of us. We love to play little games of seduction and torture.

We like to get into these little contests. Todays contest is going to be the two of us working the club and finding the biggest cocks to cut off. We love to teach young scout girls all about penile taxidermy and sexual pleasure. We teach them all about dick. These young girls will have a choice to be whores like us or little bitches *like we love to collect and torture. So essentially we collect some dicks and one guy that was still intact. After all we must demonstrate proper techniques for collecting dick.

I love having a hooded man bare and flacid in front of us. I pull the hood off and he sees all these young girls in little sheer slips, and naked beneath. Then the two of us in out black and red shiny vinyl bikinis wielding large shiny knives. It’s a dead give away on who the p-daddy’s are once they see those young girls they get erect. Once erect we are ready to cut off that dick.

Wanna play?

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Clitoral Stroke of Necrophilia Phone Sex

Is it the good or the evil side that will claim your soul in the end? Will it even matter especially if a girl like me happens upon your freshly dead corpse? The girl boner and clitoral stroking good feeling of that fresh death makes me crave Necrophilia phone sex even more. I’ve poisoned a guy or two, just to watch him die. I lay beside him and stroked him into his rigor mortis hard on.

Once the rigor sets in I am stripped down, and anointed. A blend of jojoba oil, virginal menstrual fluid, semen from a dark lover and the womb fluid from one of my aborted is my ceremonial blend. I rub it upon my breasts, belly and cunt. Slathering on the petroleum jelly to the corpse dick I mount that dead, wanna be lover of mine. I ride it as I chant my unholy and blasphemous chant.

My damnation began at birth oh father of darkness

My vitality lies in this anointment

Purify me with your sinfully delicious embrace oh dark lord

The fire within burns away the pissed blood and pus of the rod of death

Oh darkness embrace me as I embrace you

Fulfill me in name of the unholy ghost of blasphemy

I bed you my womb of evil intent to become fulfilled once again with the vile birthing of my next sacrifice

Curse me with fertility so I may hold again a the pure evil from within me

Fucked from birth to damnation fest upon my mortal sins in the eyes of my dark father may kiss me with his serpent tongue

The loins of fire penetrating me in a gangbang amassed of the demonic minions of my desire

As I convulse and feel the seed of Satan fill me I cum on that dead dick and collapse in ecstasy

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Gothic Phone Sex Freaky Sadistic

She was such a tiny thing with a big fucking mouth. Outside of the Church across the way from my house. Well my moms house, I still live with her because I can. She is what made me the filthy sadistic whore that I am. We can’t help how depraved we are. She never planned on my surviving birth or beyond. Seems that Satan had his plans for me. Her coven of men and women all sadistic and cultist had their fun with me.

Now it’s my turn. Well, fuck who am I kidding I have had my time with my own offspring that never survived past it’s first few hours. It’s was exquisite the things i did to it. Fast forward now to this brat. She was loud and annoying. She was young. I knew this whore had no innocence with a mouth like that. She needed a lesson that she would not survive. 

Grabbing the cunt was not so easy. This little monster tried biting me and kicked around a lot. I wasn’t having it. I may be small in stature myself but I am strong. Only the strong survive after all right? Well, I had to be quick. I looked around and made sure of no prying eyes. I needed to not be caught. Slamming the slut inside my suitcase after pricking her with some tranquilizer was easy after that little fucking scene. I rolled the bitch right across the way to my dungeon in the fallout shelter behind the house.

I unloaded the little body. I started in on wrapping the little slutmeat in cellophane wrap. I used those packing rolls you buy at the Home Depot and just mummified her in plastic. I wanted to have fun. I cut holes open for her cunt, asshole and mouth access. I called up a couple of guys to come over and fuck her holes open. I then grabbed some quick cement and filled her fucked holes up. It would be fun to paper mache’ her mummified and as she would not awake from the things done to her. That cement in her holes for one. I sawed her in pieces and rivaled at how she could never fucking irk me again with her obnoxious voice. 

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Birth Of A Legend

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My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.

 

Eat a Dick and Die Castration Treat

Castration phone sex cannibalism is what I dreamt of last night. I had this vivid fucking dream of this faceless fucker. He was annoying me to such a point I blacked out and started castrating him and then just cut that prick off. He was a date it seems. Some dweebo poseur I met online through some community for the Dark side service. Seems they let anyone in. I should have done my own interrogation before committing to the date. But hey it meant free drinks, dinner and a night out in the city. That meant a chance to stake out new prey.

So, this guy, was the lamest fucking dork wad ever. He was terminal in the lameness department. I tried so fucking hard to get through the date. We were eating at a nice restaurant and I had to step out at least 10 times to smoke a fucking clove. This is what I do when I get stressed. I’d cut him and be done with it but not in the damned restaurant. I have my fucking rules. Always be discrete, always get rid of all blood evidence and always feed the strays with the dead. 

I was out in the back alley to sneak in a nice snow capped jay. I was pacing and puffing and muttering to myself on how I could del with this fuck. There was a meat locker back there. I got up a conversation with the meat guy. I was getting turned on thinking of how I could take care of this fucker. I found out there was a warehouse with a party going on later and it would be loud and a blast. It was in the old meat packing district. I had my plan. 

I would get him to the party dose him with some ludes and fucking tie him up for some kinky fun. I would take my knife and carve the bitch up and enjoy riding him hard. Ok, so the main reason I took up the date was he was big. I mean his cock. It was huge and I would look past shit… so I thought so I could fuck. Well…. to be contiued!

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