I was invited out as a date to a Halloween party Last weekend. The guy seemed interesting. Found out he was a Mortician and a sexual predator. He likes to mutilate pretty woman and girls. I fit his desires and he had plans. I dressed in the costume of his wishes, a wedding dress. Evidently it was a dress from one of his dead clients. He likes to undress them after the viewing and have his final way with them. Then he searches for a victim that would fit the outfit. He found me at the bar and sized me up well. Once I dressed in the gown and had the white thigh high stockings on, and heels, he needed to make me perfect. He took me to the morgue and had me lay down on the table. Instead of fake gore and blood he went for the real. He sliced at my breasts and cunt. He put cuts on my cheeks and stitched them up. I was sedated and he went to town making his own personal ghoul. He got me up and took pictures with me. I was bleeding out all over the gown. He was too excited to go to the party. He put on a little mood music about wanting to fuck the dead. I think it was punk or gothic stuff I heard it before. He gave me wine and started making out with me. Next thing I know I an being strangled and violated. He really went all out for his fixation and fucked me in a coffin. I was then being prepped, while still breathing, to be embalmed. That’s when they came in and it was a mess of cops and screaming. I was hauled off to the hospital.
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Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies
I love Gothic phone sex calls, especially if it involves sexy vampires. In my head Vamps look like Tom Cruise or Erik from True Blood. All sexy, buff and shiny. I know that in many movies they can look like decaying old flesh or a bag of bones too, but when I masturbate to vampires turning me, I picture Erik from True Blood with his blonde hair and handsome face and chiseled body taking me. I was at a Goth underground club last week. It was Halloween and there were plenty of men dressed like sexy Vampires. I went into a private room with this tall handsome man who was like someone straight out of my wet dreams. He was not a romantic, however. He may not have even been human. He asked how I would like to be a living dead girl. I played along because in my mind it was just like something out of a fantasy phone sex call. He tied me up and stripped me naked. He took his time taking in my body. I thought he was enamored by my goddess like looks, but he slapped me and called me a dirty whore. My cunt got wet, and he could smell me. He was calling me horrid names. It was like he suddenly became Carrie White’s mother talking about my dirty pillows and my whorish looks. Then he showed me his teeth. I thought he had really good prosthetic fangs. He bit into my neck, and I felt the warm blood trickling down my body. He latched on to my throat as he fucked me. I felt weird. I was powerless to fight him. My body was going cold from blood loss. I was starting to lose consciousness. I did go dark at some time, but I woke up and never felt better. Was it a dream? I looked into the mirror, but I had no reflection. He had turned me into a creature of the night. I am game for whatever taboo phone sex fantasy you have too.
Gothic Phone Sex Torture
I love a hot Gothic phone sex fantasy. I am old school in my torture and killing fantasies. I am talking about medieval torture. My grandfather was fond of torture. He had a collection of medieval torture devices including a rack. I inherited all his toys when he died. He had an old thumb screw too and some flaying tools. My favorite toy of his is not an authentic one. He recreated a Judas Cradle. It is essentially a pointy chair that impales the anus or cunt. Shreds the eternal parts of the victim. I have a love hate relationship with sexual predators. No one lives who tries to force fuck me. Yet, I love to help men make little cock teases their victims. Basically, just do not try to force your pathetic cock on me or you get my Judas Cradle. Last week a guy had the misfortune of trying to fuck me after I said no. He thought I was playing hard to get. He was not cute. No way was he hung. He was broke because his card declined when he tried to buy me a drink at the bar. I left and he followed me. That is when I knew the loser needed to die. I let him think I decided I wanted to fuck him after all. Even told him I like the chase. I drugged his beer and it kicked in quickly. My basement is a torture sex chamber. Not BDSM equipment. It is all about medieval torture. I want predators to feel pain and know they are going to die. With him drugged, I could easily hook him up to my grandpa’s contraption. I used a rope to suspend him above the Judas Cradle. I have a pulley system that helps me suspend my victims. He was waking up as I lowered his worthless ass down on the sharp point. When it punctured his ass, he was fully awake and screaming. I slammed him down on it a few dozen times so he would slowly and painfully bleed out. I masturbated watching him bleed out in excruciating pain. No man makes me his victim.
Blasphemy Sex and a Young Virgin Sacrifice
I love me some blasphemy sex. I like to make sacrifices to Satan. I bring him an offering every month. It never hurts to have the Dark Lord on your side. I am part of a Satanic cult. We have a church in the middle of the woods. It was built on the grounds where witches were sacrificed in the 1800s. In fact, the church was once the home to a covenant of witches. Seemed perfect for our Satanic cult. I picked up a young girl in a Walmart parking lot. Her mother was so busy scoring some crack she failed to pay the proper attention to her daughter. It was dark and raining. I bound and gagged her. Then I gave her a shot to subdue her as I carried her through the woods. You can only drive to a certain spot, then you must hike 2 miles in. It is how we stay undetected. When her blindfold came off, she was awake and inside our creepy old church. My flock were waiting for her. There were a bunch of creepy old men ready to use her fuck holes. They explored their rape phone sex fantasies with our virgin sacrifice. Satan would be pleased with my selection. She was super young and innocent. They assaulted her tiny holes with cocks and crosses while saying “Fuck Jesus.” We read perverted scriptures to her and told her God was dead. No one cared about her but Satan. He would make her his bitch. We pissed on her while explaining it was holy water to cleanse her soul. We punched her, skull fucked her, and we even double penetrated her with crosses and other religious artifacts. We tortured and fucked her forever while singing Satanic verses. Once we killed her, we nailed her to a cross and summoned our beloved Dark Lord. We watched as Satan fucked her lifeless body. We pleased the only lord that matters with a tiny virginal sacrifice. I love blasphemy phone sex. Do you?
Gothic Phone Sex
I’ve become a dark, sick, and twisted soul and there’s no going back. I’ve been introduced to the sadistic underbelly world of filth and perversion. It started a few years ago when I was brought over to a pimp’s house. I was chained to the bed for days and broken in like the filthy slut I am. I lost count of how many men used and abused every hole in my body. I learned my place as a woman whose only worth in the world is degredation. I was filthy for days on end… The pimp wouldn’t allow me to bathe or change my clothes.
Covered in grime and cum and being continuously pumped day in and day out. Cock would fill and stretch my asshole until it was raw and gaping. My pussy was filled with two cocks at one point while my mouth worked another. The worst part is all I could think about was how much I fucking loved the pain and torture the entire time. Depravity comes natural to me now.
Pain Whore
I’m a wicked little pain whore and a sadist as well! Anything evil makes me smile, there is nothing you could say that would disgust me because I am the filthiest slut you will ever meet. Bathe me in blood, fuck me until I die, all I want is the most depraved sex that you can ever think of. Raping babies, slitting throats and fucking corpses, I love all because it’s disturbing to others who think they are ‘normal’. I am a sickly dark soul who knows only darkness and misery. I am perfectly content doing the most heinous of things and I’m looking to destroy anything innocent or holy while you fuck me hard and make me your filthy evil mistress of pain and evil.
Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies
I love Gothic phone sex fantasies. The fantasies that seem like they are straight out of a Bronte or Mary Shelley novel make my cunt wet. Add a twist of the macabre and I am doing anything for you. I have a lover with some dark Gothic fantasies. Often, he is a vampire draining my blood from my body to either turn me or slowly kill me by feeding on my blood. This time, his fantasy was me being ravaged by Satan’s beasts. I was a little scared because his mind can go dark when he is with me. He loves creative and violent ways to kill me. He tossed me in a dungeon. I was naked and afraid. I was excepting BDSM and torture. I was not expecting to make a gangbang rape porn with Satan’s beasts. They ravaged my body. They slobbered all over me while they fucked me. These were beasts from Hell. Big werewolf loving creatures with fangs and sharp claws. Big slimy dicks with little shards of glass on their dicks that ripped my cervix apart as they fucked me. My insides were being ripped apart. Their beastly cocks were like 2 feet big. These were creatures of a dark time ions ago. They were summoned by a demon to accept an offering, a human sacrifice. I was turned on by the creativity of my master. He had clearly researched demonic beasts. He knew about human sacrifices to evade eternal damnation. He summoned the hounds from hell to murder me for Satan. I was shredded into pieces by the beasts’ sharp claws. They fucked me and devoured me. It was a hot fantasy phone sex call. One that left me masturbating to Gothic dark fantasies. I always enjoy being the victim of a creative and violent mind.
Gothic Phone Sex Torture
Do you have Gothic phone sex fantasies? I am a Goth girl. I love old Gothic buildings, books and movies. And I am a huge fan of Gothic torture. I am known for my knife collection and my electric chair castration contraption. I also have a collection of Medieval torture devices. Some very old and worth millions. My grandfather was a collector of the macabre. I inherited all his old torture devices. I have a few favorites include the Pear of Anguish, The Judas Cradle, a Breast Ripper and an Iron Chair. All of them destroyed the flesh and mutilate sex organs. That’s what gets me the wettest. I love the torture sex of male and female sexual organs. I had an annoying pervert in my dungeon last night. I caught him peeping into my window the other night. He is the town peeper everyone has been trying to nab for weeks.
Instead of calling the police, I took matters in my own hands. I used the Judas Cradle on this loser. It is a very barbaric and cruel torture device that ruins orifices. It was fitting for a peeping Tom. I used ropes to lower him down on the pyramid-shaped seat. It looks like a small metal pyramid on a stick. It’s on a sturdy piece of metal with a three-pronged base to keep it stable. He screamed in pain as I lowered him on it. My dungeon is soundproof. The point is inserted into his asshole, destroying it. I added ankle weights to impale his ass as deep as I could. No doubt he felt intense pressure and his asshole gaping and shredding. It is a slow and torturous death. If I had not added the weights, he would have just suffered permanent damage to his asshole. But he succumbed to rips in the muscle tissue that bled out slowly over hours. I fed his remains to the wild animals. My neighborhood is safe again. My community will just think our town peeper moved on to a different community.
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.
College Campus Accomplice Wanted
I spent my time in college prowling campus for an accomplice worthy of my time. I needed someone strong, sadistic, and salivating for suffering. I watched the “uni-bomber” brats with great interest, but it was one of the Air Force ROTC that caught my eye. Jack was, in all things, an American Good Ol’ Boy, and I was aching in my cunt to corrupt him.
After a few dates, I managed to get my gentleman to admit he was addicted to the idea of adultery and aggressive assault of the nasty sluts in my dorm. Lucky for me, they all thought Jack was a hunk and barely let me near him when they were around. Well, one by one he lured them into the basement of his off campus housing, and chained them with the others.
When he called me so excited, he told me he had a bloody bouquet waiting for me. I arrived dressed in my best only to find a basement full of torture sluts. And then, it was time for a real snuff panty party. We spent all night, all weekend, shit all week tormenting those ballerina barbies one by one. That ought to teach those whores to fuck off and leave me be.