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Gothic Phone Sex With Kali

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I hang out with a bunch of the weirdo outcasts at school. They started showed me this weird films of people having horrible things done to them but to be completely honest- it turned me on so much it was crazy. Watching all that blood and gore go down on film was intense. Seeing girls take cocks till they literally had their eyeballs popping out drove me crazy and made my pussy so wet it hurt. Seeing those chicks get kicked around, beat up and fucked hard just made me want to join in on the fun. Now me and the guys from the school are making our own little “art” films these days. We’ve been having viewing parties and it’s a fucked up blast. Me and the other goth kicks all decked out, listening to techno having orgies while our little fun movies play on the screen behind us. You’re more than invited to join!

Cut Off My Cunt

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Cut off my cunt. Tie all my limbs down and open me up so you can see my insides really good. My screams do not matter at all, you are on a mission to mutilate my tiny pussy so that I can never feel pleasure anymore. Knowing that it will actually cause me a lot of pain any time I am touched below my waistline turns you on so much. You heat up a knife on the stove and explain exactly how this going to go on. You are going to first slice my clit off then go on to remove my lips. The practice is held in many countries with great regard as a way to suppress women and you just think it is exactly what a dirty slut like myself deserves for prancing around the way I do in those skimpy outfits. You remove the knife, which is red hot by now, and in one slow cut take my clit away from me. I passed out from all the pain. What happened next??

Plunged To Death

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It all started off fun and games. A casual playtime experience but things got out of hand quickly when I started giving you head. You took your hands and gripped the back of my neck and started thrusting harder and harder into my face. My eyes were watering up and silently begging you to slow down, or stop even! But you could feel my jaw breaking apart and once you saw the blood on your cock you knew you had to finish the job. You fucked my face, punching my sides and pulling my hair out. My would-be screams completely muffled by your massive penis that was choking me to death. I tried digging my nails into your thighs to push you away but it was too late. I was dying and you didn’t care. You wanted it- you wanted to see me die in front of you with your cock in my skull. I saw my entire slutty shitty life flash before my eyes but it was just images of cocks. You left me there dying, bleeding to death and with cum dripping out of my nose. Are you going to come back and fuck my dead body next?

Snuff Porn Cannibal

snuff pornSnuff porn Memorial Day weekend best describes my holiday weekend. I have a certain craving for BBQ. A special kind of BBQ if you know what I mean. The summer season is upon us. That means young girls are going about town scantily clad and drinking way too much. I am a cannibal of opportunity. This weekend, I paid attention to where the backyard barbeques were and did what any hungry bitch does, I stalked my future meal. Kind of fitting that I nabbed this chunky coed coming out of a pig roast drunk as a skunk. I like them with meat on their bones. Skinny girls don’t taste as good. This little piggy was perfect. I guessed she was about 5’3 and 160 lbs. When I got her home, I was right on the height, and only off by 3 pounds. I’ve been stalking my dinner for years now, so I’m very good. Usually, I chloroform my future meals, but she was so drunk, I didn’t need too.

cannibalism phone sexShe was perfect. No hair dyes, no piercings or tattoos, no fake boobs and no botox. I didn’t need to fatten her up either. This was my best find to date. I mean she was ready to cook as is, which is rare. I decided to boil her instead of cooking or roasting her. Makes for a more tender, succulent meal that way. I chopped up a variety of garden vegetables, tossed in some cumin and other spices, and let it simmer while I buttered her up. I mean literally buttered her up. I melted a couple pounds of butter, mixed it with some scallions and basted her body like a Butterball turkey. I infused her with water to wash out the booze. I let the butter seep into her skin while she detoxed, then put her in the boiling pot. Takes about 8 hours to boil a chunky coed. I am patient. Plus, I love the smell of boiling girl that permeates through my home. She smelled almost as good as she tasted….

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Castration Phone Sex is My Fav

castration phone sexWhen guys ask me what my favorite kind of call is, I never hesitate when I say castration phone sex. It might surprise you how many calls a week I get for this. I’m prepared too. My grandpa ran a prison. When it was shut down and merged with a new modern prison, I inherited some memorabilia. My favorite is the old death row chair. If this chair could talk! It would tell a tale about lots of men needing their nuts removed so they wouldn’t get their lives erased. If you made P men eunuchs, perhaps their urges for little ones would be harder to act on. If you lobbed off the balls of murderers perhaps they wouldn’t feel the need to kill so often. Testosterone makes men crazy. If you castrated men who attack women because they know they can’t get fucked without force, perhaps they wouldn’t be about to get it up to do the deed. If men with naughty desires came to me first, I could solve the problem of overcrowded prisons. Of course, there are just tiny dick losers and pain sluts who can benefit from junk removal too. This former death row chair is now a castration chair. Straps used to stop a prisoner from convulsing, keep you from seizing from the pain. The little cup underneath designed to collect the piss and shit a prisoner leaves when exiting this world, collect your testicles now. The plank for bracing limbs when a prisoner’s body goes into shock from electrocution, separates your cock from your balls for me. This chair has the souls of dead criminals in it. Now it has the blood and tears of losers who don’t deserve their balls.  I have the sharp knife, castration bands, booze, mouth bit and soldering pen. You just bring your worthless balls. I’m ready for taboo phone sex. Are you?

Snuff Sex: You Can’t Outsmart a Sadistic Bitch

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Snuff sex is the best sex. I picked this guy up at this Steam Punk bar I go to often. He wasn’t really a goth or Steam Punk guy. He just had a thing for goth bitches like me. I wasn’t going to marry him. He just looked like a good fuck. Had money too from the way he was dressed and the gold Amex card he used for his tab. He bought me drinks all night. He was an out of town business man. Married of course. He took his ring off to hit on me, but I saw the tan line still. Nothing much gets by me. Again, his marital status didn’t matter to me. I was fucking him, not marrying him. His hotel was nice. One of those ritzy sky rise places downtown. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I wasn’t a hooker. All eyes were on the Goth girl as she walked in on the arm of older, wealthy frequent flyer. All the staff knew his name. We get to his room and he pours me some Absinthe. The kind that is illegal in the US because of its potency. Something was up. My gut was going off, but I wanted to see it through. I scanned the hotel room. It was clear from little things his wife was on this trip with him. Threesome? I started acting drunk. I figured if I acted out inebriated, his true intentions might come out. They did.

He wanted me to kill his wife. In fact, if I didn’t kill her, he would kill her make it look like I did it. He paraded me through the hotel lobby like a show pony. Everyone would remember the Goth girl at the Carlton. My finger prints were on the glass. He was smart, just not smart enough.  I fucked him so his DNA would be inside of me; slipped him a roofie in his drink, waited for him to pass out, then I used his phone to text his wife. Waited for her to come back to the room. She wasn’t happy to see me, but I had her cheating, contract killer hiring husband tied up spread eagle. I explained his plot to her. It’s her money he likes to spend, so I made a deal with her. I castrated her sorry excuse for a husband so he couldn’t cheat on her anymore. In fact, she helped me. She would be my alibi if he tried to go to the cops.  She would divorce him and share with the police his murder for hire scheme should he try any bullshit again. I cut his balls off with so much joy. Used a rusty blade. Let him bleed enough to scare the fuck out of him, then cauterized the wound. I left her his worthless balls so she could keep them in her purse. Never mess with a sadistic bitch or a wealthy wife.

Cannibalism Phone Sex for Brunch

cannibalism phone sexI have strange cravings on occasion. Last night I was famished. I stopped by Waffle House around 2 in the morning. Even after eggs and bacon, I was still hungry. When I saw her sitting at the counter eating pancakes alone, I knew what I was craving. No, it was not pancakes. It was flesh. Human, female flesh. I told you I had strange cravings sometimes. I followed her as she stumbled out of the diner. Even with food in her belly, her buzz was still strong. I offered her a ride home. I told her I was an off-duty Uber driver and I wouldn’t charge her. I insisted I was just concerned for her safety and others if she drove drunk. She bought that too. While she was giving me directions, I offered her a bottled water. She passed out after a few sips of my special water. She woke up in my basement kitchen. She was strapped to a metal table. I wash washing her body with olive oil. It makes the skin turn a beautiful golden brown in the oven. I removed her jewelry and make up. Seasoned her with some spices. I inserted some vegetables in her ass and pussy, then plopped her in my big cooking pan. She was a little chunky. Just how I like them-with meat on their bones. While she was baking, I cleaned the house. Cooking a 160lb girl takes longer than cooking a frozen 25 lb turkey. The aroma of my spice mix and girl flesh permeated the air in my house. If Yankee Candle could only capture that scent in a candle! I even took a little nap. When I woke up, I was simply ravenous. My special meal was almost ready. I added some melted butter to her skin. Damn. She turned out fine. She browned evenly and smelled marvelous. I made more than I could eat, but that is why I have a big freezer. Perhaps you will join me for a meal soon? I so enjoy cannibalism phone sex.

Sadistic Phone Sex Fantasies: Are You My Accomplice or My Victim?

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex fantasies are all I have. My callers fall into two categories: accomplices and victims. Some men just need a sick bitch to help them with their sick fantasies.  I have no limits, so I am a perfect accomplice. Other men know they are pathetic losers who need a strong woman like me to torture and abuse them. I enjoy  being an accomplice as well as being a sick bitch in charge. I am perfect for this kind of job because I don’t fit into the white collar world at all. I am a Goth girl with dark fantasies, very dark fantasies.  Of course, some of the things I blog about are my fantasies, but I have done some things, many things, that would get me arrested. I am no goody two shoes. In high school, I made the queen bitch of the school disappear. I am not going to admit killing her here, but I made sure she could never be found. I have not been back for reunions, but folks still think she just ran away with some sugar daddy. I have drugged little brats in my charge as a bad babysitter for my amusement and for the pleasure of older men with big wallets. I have castrated men for cash. I grew up on a farm seeing sheep and bulls castrated. I even helped.  It is not that different for men. I have tortured a few individuals for my own pleasure and for money. Mostly revenge type scenarios.  I have anally tortured my share of men too. Some begged for it, others just deserved ass rape porn. There really isn’t anything I won’t do if the price is right, but sometimes I encounter folks too stupid to breathe, that I do some charity torture work for free. Are you my accomplice or my victim?

Taboo Phone Sex – Hit and Run

Taboo phone sex marley (2)There was ringing in my ears, and my head felt like it had been smashed against concrete. I couldn’t figure out where I was, what I was doing there, or what was going on. Finally, I realized that my eyes were closed, so I tried to open them. That made my head hurt even worse, but when I felt hands groping my body, I became even more determined to see what was going on. When I finally got my eyes to crack open, in spite of the pain, I saw a strange man looking down at my body from very near my own face. His face was a mixture of concern and that leer that says that he’s turned on. I slowly came to the realization that my shirt had been torn open, and his hands were working over my rib cage, under my tits, and then up and over the mounds. I moaned, and I heard my own voice, but I didn’t hear his voice over the ringing in my ears. I did, however, notice the smirk that took over his face when he realized I was conscious. That was when I felt his fingers dive into my cunt. He kept talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him, so I just shook my head gently from side to side, whimpering out a “no” through the pain. His smirk got bigger and bigger as I whimpered no, over and over. Finally, he climbed on top of me and shoved his dick inside my cunt. I finally caught up with lip reading and realized he was telling me that I was a beautiful little cunt, and he was so glad his car hadn’t killed me. This mother fucker had run me down, and now he was fucking me. If I hadn’t been feeling so weak and nauseous and like I needed actual help, I would have smacked that shit-eating grin right off his face. As it sat, any movement I made, including those he was forcing me to make by fucking me, sent jolts through my head. It was so painful that I wound up throwing up all over myself, and he just laughed. Finally, I guess he finished, because he climbed off of me and walked away like it was any normal day of the week. I remember feeling the movement of his car as it drove by before blacking out again….

Knife Play Phone Sex with a Blasphemous Bitch

knife play phone sexI’m a blasphemous knife phone sex bitch. When I kill my prey, I make sure they know they going to hell because there is no God. I look them square in the eyes as they are praying to their make believe God for help. “If God existed, do you think he would let some random bitch kill you,” I always inquire before I gut them like a pig. God is dead. God is nonexistent, but the devil is real and alive inside of me. I think the clinical terms for me are insane, sociopath, narcissist, crazy ass bitch. Well maybe the last one is not a clinical term, but it is my favorite. I like to spread fear not joy. I like to bring death not life. This world is over populated with assholes, dip shits, annoying fuckers, brats and whores. Think of me as population control. Really, when you think about it, I am a do-gooder who is making this world a better place by killing the ones we don’t need. You will thank me one day when I off that cheating whore girlfriend of yours or kill that demanding boss who has never given you an ounce of respect in the decade you have slaved for him. Hell, you may even thank me when I decided to kill you because you are too weak and pathetic to stand up to either. Fuck God. Fuck you.