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Gothic Phone Sex with Venus: My First Taste for Blood

gothic phone sex knife tortureI’m not normally the type of girl that goes to clubs or parties. I am actually a bit of a loner because most people annoy the shit out of me. But, this girl I worked with convinced me to try a new a new Goth bar called Underworlds a few years ago. That night, that club, changed my life. The club was supposedly different from all the others in the town. It catered to the Goth crowd; more specifically the vampire obsessed subculture. I was not necessary into that, but it sounded cool; different from typical meat market crap. When I arrived, Jessie was waiting for me. When she saw me she couldn’t believe my outfit. I had on a black mini vinyl skirt, red and black plaid button up top, and fishnet tights with knee high military style lace up boots. Black lipstick. Part Goth, part Steampunk.

gothic phone sex vampire lesbian“Did you  think I would wear jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied.  At that point in time I was a tomboy. She told me I looked hot as a Goth, but no way was I as hot as her. She was gorgeous. Tall, long red hair, pale skin, legs that never ended….She had the body for her sexy little fishnet outfit that was for sure. I went to the end of the line, but Jessie said,  “No I’m a member so all I have to do is show my card we are in. Everything is on me tonight.” Once inside Jessie eyed this girl wearing a PVC black leather mini dress with black leather pumps with studs on them, torn black stockings with jet black hair. Jessie took her hand and led her to a private room with all these couches. I got to tag along. I was excited. Had no idea what I was about to witness. This room had a private bar, and the bartender obviously knew Jessie and asked if she wanted her usual. She indicated yes and he brought out a big bottle of red wine with 3 glasses. Jessie paid $300 for that bottle. I’d never had wine in a bottle, let alone wine that expensive.

Jessie grabbed my hand and had me sit in a big velvet red chair, while she laid her friend on a matching chaise type chair. Jessie inquired as to how I liked the club thus far. I shared that it was really different, but I loved the crowd and the creepy hymn type music being played over the speakers. Jessie poured us each a glass of this expensive ass wine and we toasted to new experiences and broadening our horizons. We all took a sip. The wine was thick, sweet, not like wine I had ever had before, but it was yummy. Suddenly, I realized no one else but us three in the room. I asked where everyone else went, and Jessie said a private room, where we were about to head also.

I was getting oddly intoxicated fast on this scrumptious wine. The three of us walked down a dark corridor, passed other rooms. I could hear screams, moans past every door. I thought, I am at a sex club. Jessie and the girl she had picked up seemed to know their way around, even in the dim lighting. I started to get wobbly, and Jessie helped me into one of the rooms. They seemed to both have a higher tolerance for the wine than I did. We got in the room which was pitch black. I stumbled and must have passed out. Next thing I realize, I wake up and Jessie has her gal pal hanging upside down by her feet from some rafter, butt naked with a ball gag in her mouth and a spreader attached to her feet. Jessie then bit her companion on the neck hard. And while blood tricked out her neck, over her breasts, Jessie started to lick up the blood. She motioned me to come over and instructed me to bite her victim too and taste that blood. I was scared at first, but I was getting turned on. I love blood. Never tasted it, but I love to cut people and watch the blood run out of them.

gothic phone sex evil bloodAs soon as I sunk my teeth into her flesh, I realized I had tasted this before. It was the bottled wine that Jessie purchased. I had been drinking this girl’s blood all night and enjoying it. I was really turned on now. As I continued to drink her crimson nectar, Jessie got on a tall stool and buried her face between her legs. I thought she was going to eat her pussy, but instead she bit that major vein in her inner thigh and we both drank her blood. I was new to drinking blood and went a little deep. Blood was spurting everywhere, like when I cut a jugular. I looked at Jessie for advice, but she was covered in blood and masturbating. I continued to drink the blood as it was so intoxicating and started to rub my pussy too. Before long I realized this girl was losing too much blood. Her skin getting paler, her breathing shallow and skin cold to the touch. I think we had damn near killed her, drained her.

gothic phone sex vampire bloodI asked Jessie what to do. I was half panicked, half aroused. Well, more aroused. I had certainly cut  a few folks at that point in my life, but never anyone who didn’t deserve it. I had no issue with this chick. Jessie said it was okay. We could drain her dry if we wanted because she paid to die. WTF? Paid to die? If she wanted to die, she could have paid me for the honor lol. Jessie explained to me that this club was highly exclusive and the subs and the domes paid good money for an anything goes evening. Well, I had no problem draining her now. She was a stupid cunt. Neither Jessie nor I could drink anymore, so I got out my knife, made a few incisions and we laid naked underneath her as the blood flowed out of her body and onto ours. When we were both covered in hot, sweet, sticky nectar, Jessie got out her doubled headed dildo and we fucked our brains out, coming wildly with blood all over us. My first lesbian experience too. That night was interesting to say the least. My first taste of blood, my first Goth bar, my first taste of pussy, my first death….. None of which would be my last.

I ended up returning to that bar often with Jessie. I now embrace the Goth life. I embrace drinking blood. I embrace the natural born killer in me. I am the perfect accomplice. I am the perfect deviant.

Cannibalism Phone Sex with Cassandra: A Real Bloody Mary

cannabalism phone sex torture bloodyCannibalism phone sex is a real fetish. And it is a lifestyle for some. Some people just have a special appetite, require a unique diet. One of my Master’s has such an appetite. Today, while I was in his dungeon being tortured, he had a pretty young thing that he had kidnapped for his wife. Master made me watch as he snuffed her out. She laid there on a cold slab, tied down, begging for her life. Master enjoyed watching her beg and plead for survival. Then, with no warning, he slit her throat and watched with joy as the blood gushed out of her neck, bringing her to her death. Master’s wife, drank her blood as it ran from her neck. I was watching in horror, afraid I would be next. I was fleshier than that waif of a girl, and could imagine my body would provide more sustenance for him and his wife.

But this was not about nourishment; it was about teaching me. Teaching me to enjoy flesh. Master dissected that young girl like a butcher cuts up a cow for parts. Master was meticulous in how he filleted her flesh. He made me watch every horrifying cut. He carved her flesh off her bones and put it in a big bowling pot. Flesh stew he called it. Then, the most awful thing I have ever witnessed befell my eyes. He cut out all her organs: heart, brain, kidneys, liver, intestines, lungs… He threw them in a blender and hit puree, making an internal organ smoothie, which he claimed was oh so yummy. He made stew with her flesh and smoothies with her organs. I was mortified and scared.cannibalism phone sex big tits milf

Master poured that  bloody concoction into a big glass, and even put a straw and a stalk of celery in it like it was a fucking Bloody Mary. I thought he and his wife were gonna drink it, but it was meant for me. Master wanted me to taste creamed organs as he called it; not only a delicacy but supposedly a very iron and nutrient rich drink. Master’s wife, who was covered in blood and munching on chunks of flesh, took the ball gag out of my mouth, while he held my head back and forced my mouth open. His wife poured that bloody smoothie down my throat and so I couldn’t spit it out, she put the ball gag back in my mouth. I felt  guilty. Not guilty because I was alive and she wasn’t. Not guilty because I was now a cannibal like Master and his wife. But guilty because I liked it.

Killer Phone Sex Slut Ivy

killer phone sex ivyIt all happened so fast. Dave called me over when his wife left, as usual. He bitched about her and how she didn’t want to give him any pussy and blah blah blah. I told him he should just let me snuff the uppity bitch. Her pussy can always be replaced. Of course he loved the idea but was too chicken to go through with it. We went along with our night, Dave said wifey shouldn’t be coming home until late, which gave me a brilliant idea. I slipped something in Dave’s drink for the night. It would leave him awake long enough for me to fuck him real good and make it seem like the sex knocked him out. 

After he was out for the night, I grabbed his phone and text his wife that she needed to come home. I knew it would take a few hours but like I expected she arrived around 2am. I greeted her and told her not to worry. I put it on you so good you were knocked out and she shouldn’t bother you. Of course she was livid but no one is as evil as I can be so her anger was happy thoughts to me. She met me upstairs and tried to put her finger in my face and called me all kinds of bitches and sluts and whores. I laughed. Maybe if you were fucking Dave like his personal slut or whore then you wouldn’t have to worry about other bitches creeping in your marriage. Dumb Bitches… 

She charged towards me but it was already to late, somehow she tripped and fell over the balcony.. hahaha yea we will stick to that story. 

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And well Dave couldn’t call the police. How would he explain he was having an affair. It would have looked like a set up right? We basically made her disappear…. my specialty. After a long day we went home and I fucked him until he was knocked out all over again. This time without the drugs. 

Crimson Part 5

   7 months, 29 days, 13 hours and 12 minutes. That’s how long I had been planning for this night. For months I sat silently in the shadows, watching my prey. Months of meticulous prepping and planning for this moment. I had had this poor girl in my dungeon for days. After the initial joy of the hunt faded, I only popped down into the dungeon to make sure she wasn’t dead or dying. The blood from the many slices I had made to her body had long lost its vibrant crimson hue, and was now the depressing brown of congealed blood. She was missing an eye from where I had ripped it out if it’s socket, and a few fingernail had been torn from their beds as well, but other than that I hadn’t really sone much with the little cunt. Occasionally I would go down and carve small patterns on her smooth flesh, but after while she stopped screaming and I would get bored… Don’t get me wrong, she was great while she screamed and begged and pleaded but now she was complacent and quiet. She had accepted her fate. As upsetting as it was, it was time to end it. It was a quick death, a shot of Bleach straight into her heart. She was dead within minutes, and I quickly got to work disposing of her mangled corpse. The time I spent planning this little… excursion… was defiantly worth it.TabooPhoneSexMagenta

Listen To The Hummmmm

violent phonesex angieI pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!violent phonesex body

Crimson Part 4

 

   The screams of fear are far sweeter than any other sound; the primal noise ripping through the throat and reaching a volume one could never believe could be coming out of their own body is simple delightful. I almost felt bad to the poor girl suffering at my hands… almost. The blood slowly blossoming on her white dress looked like a beautifully twisted work of art. I took my finger and captured some of the crimson blood and painted my lips with the vibrant color. She was pleading for me to release her, telling me that she would do anything and pay anything for me to let her leave and go home to see her mother and father. Oh if this little cunt only knew… I placed the scalpel down of a surgical tray and picked up a pair of tongs. Her eyes grew so wide it looked like they would pop out of their sockets! Oh, what pretty blue eyes she has… not for long though! As I dug the tongs into her right eye socket, crimson blood seeped from around the wound and down onto the metal bottom of the gurney… tonight will defiantly be worth the months of planning…

Pain Sluts Get Snuffed Too…

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Pain sluts can be… difficult.  Since they love pain and torture so much it’s hard to put fear in them. Trina is a prime example. I met her a while back and she told me how much she loves pain. I put her on my to torture list. I had to find some way to make her shiver and fear what I would do to her. After much brainstorming, I figured who could scare the shit out of someone none other than my goons. They specialize in kidnapping and torture, mostly gangsters who haven’t paid them or are dishonest but every now and again I call them up for a female treat. One they can tie up, fuck, and snuff when we are done with them. Trina wouldn’t see this coming. After all they are suited in all black with ski masks. If I wasn’t such a psycho bitch I think I’d be scared shitless too.

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They grabbed her in the middle of the night. Reported back to me with the location of where she was. I told them to strip her naked and wait for me to come. When I got there, my mission was accomplish. Trina was terrified. My goons told me she pee’d her pants. She was laying there tied up ready to be fucked and snuffed. I told them to do what they pleased while I watched. 10 guys some Black, some Spanish, forcing their huge cocks up her pussy, ass and mouth. I tied her tits up just for the hell of it and latched some nipple clamps on her. After her holes were nice and sore I told them to stop and I proceeded with my torture session.  I poured hot wax all over her body to make her scream and clothespins for every cock she’s ever sucked or fucked. Hours of torture passed and my goons were still horny. Guess they love this little pain slut. Her holes were tight and her titties were big. I left her there and let my goons finish her off.

Another victim crossed off my to torture list.

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Stalking My Snuff Phone Sex Victims

snuff phone sex jadeSomething I learned a long time ago in the art of stalking is, if I dress like my victim they won’t suspect a thing. So when I go out on my adventure I make sure to dress sluttish. Short skirt, high heels, heavy makeup and don’t forget the phony attitude as well. Stupid bitches don’t see me coming. They embrace me, after all they think I am like them. Only here to have a few drinks and have a good time. Little do they know I will lure them into my trap and by the end of the night they won’t be anything but a pile of blood on the floor. See when I trap them I don’t show the real side of me, not just yet. I continue to give that phony attitude and talk to them in a sluttish manner. I whisper very vanilla thoughts into their ear. How I’m going to eat their pussy and fondle their tits. They believe that’s the only thing that will happen. They start to cry and beg. Fuckin cunts. I haven’t even gotten to the good part! After and only after they start to cry and beg will I unleash the beast. Calling the bitch names and telling her after I fondle her tits I’m going to dismember those worthless titties and put them on a shelf as a souvenir. And that’s only the beginning.  Oh Trust me, I have more evil plans in mind for these ratchet whores.

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Alright you sick, P-cock perverts . . . you wanna know where to find the best slabs of fuckmeat? There’s a bike route that runs through the woods here in Jackson. The twisted, gnarled tree limbs hang low, reaching out with their spindly branches to grab those miniature bitches as they walk past. We’ll be waiting to grab them too, won’t we baby? I have a great plan for those little slut dolls. We’ll play whack-a-mole with their three tight holes, and then we’ll take turns stabbing the bitches with torn-off tree branches. If we have to, we can sharpen the wooden edges on our victims’ teeth. Who cares if they’re whittled down to enamel-stripped stubs by the time we’re done with ’em? They’ll never be tasting another one of their Girl Scout cookie again . . . and instead, those naked, young human snickerdoodles are our treats to devour. Use your dick–and stick it in deep. If their cervixes aren’t gushing blood, and I can’t see it spouting out like a twisted fucking fountain, you aren’t pounding that baby pussy hard enough. It’s time to get walking, baby. We’ve got to catch up with these Girl Scouts and show them just how delicious they are for us . . . 

Crimson Part 3

   I sat watching the whore for over three hours… now that I had her I was beginning to wonder if my original plan was good enough. The hard part was over, I already had her in my dungeon and her friend had been so drunk that she probably would think that her friend disappearing was just a dream… until it’s too late that is. The little slut is starting to wake up. Perfect. Just in time too, I don’t like to start playing until my victim has fully understood that they are not leaving alive and true fear begins to set in. She starts by looking confused, an understandable reaction in my opinion, one moment she’s on walking home from an epic night of partying and the next the she knows she can’t move her limbs and she’s in a dark room. 

   I slowly rise myself out of the chair in the corner of the room and move into the dim light emanating from the surgical light above the gurney. I smirked and she frowned, looking confused for a moment until I raised my fingers into her line of sight. It wasn’t my hand that scared her but rather when was in my hand; a nice, shiny new scalpel. I slowly drug the flat side of the blade along her cheek and down the valley between her supple breasts… As I made the very first cut just above her stomach a bit of beautiful crimson blood blossomed like an elegant rose on her white dress. I don’t know why she’s screaming… doesn’t she know no one can hear her in my soundproof stone dungeon?Taboophonesexmagenta22