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Now I Own You

Most men need an accomplice when it comes to unspeakable deeds they can’t do alone.  Here is the thing, once I am involved how long till another finds out. My fucking mom always said that once another person is involved, how can it be a secret.  I hate to admit it but the old bitch is right. I tend to get a little mouthy when I drink and do the drugs of my choice, and I do that a fucking LOT!

You need help, I love money so it works out perfect for me. Just remember, I know everything you did and I keep the proof safe for when I want something.  You look at me and quietly say I helped so I am just as liable. How will you prove it perv? I can lie my way out of any situation, so you are fucked.

You say you want out? Judging from the ruined Littles on the floor it is a tad too late. It was too late the moment you told me of your addiction.  My favorite line in Hell raiser certainly applies to this situation…”Oh, no tears please. It is a waste of good suffering”

You called? I came. Evil Goth Girl Ivy

Ho Ho Ho You Big Fat Fuck

Christmas, whatever. I guess it keeps the annoying brats and mind numbing housewives off the streets. The stores are packed and the big, fat fucks are getting tired and most annoyed with nose running, greedy spawns sitting on their laps. I wonder what goes through their minds when they have a cute tiny ass sitting on them asking for gifts. Too fucking funny. I am waiting for the stores to close and the Santa’s to hit the bars. I can’t say I blame them after the day they had holding back that urge.

I quietly slink into a booth slamming down shots and waiting.  A man still in his stupid red suit approaches me. What comes out of his mouth is just too typical to repeat and I don’t do typical. I let him buy me a few drinks as he gets blasted. I help him out and to my car. I guess even jolly old fat fucks need sex. We get to my house and I help him down the stairs. Yes, I pushed him but help is help so be grateful I say.

When he comes to, he is stripped down and tied spread eagle on an old stained mattress. This is always one of my favorite parts when my prey becomes fully lucid. They are terrified. They might act like it is okay and that I will be sensually having my way but I can smell fear, and I thrive on it.  Then as I tease him with a knife and I tell him a little story about my mother’s dead boyfriend and our first Christmas together. Ah, he is now shaking, begging, crying and telling me he would never do such a thing. Sure, what the fuck ever. I am blood thirsty even more than normal. I guess it is those ugly red suits or maybe just maybe I just like playing with my knife.

Did I castrate him? Of course, I fucking did and then I gave him a choice. He could bleed out or I could take a hot curling iron and close the wound. He is screaming to loud to answer and I see his eyes begin to roll back in his HO HO HO fat ass face. Bu bye Santa!

Evilest of holidays to all. Snuff Queen Malaya

Little Dead Thing

I get so many deviant requests and for a price I will do it all. A male friend of mine had gone as far as he ever thought he would by almost choking the life out of one of his party favors. That just left him wanting more, and when he wants more I get more. It is a win fucking win situation.

I admit, I teased and pried and got it out of him after a few lines. He didn’t want her to die while fucking her, he wanted her already cold, dead and turning blue. We agreed on a price as I would need someone to procure her for me. The deal was fair as this was one of those I planned on selling the dvd’s to snuff fans. Well fucking technically she was already rat bait.

He met me at one of the locations we shift to and from and there was his victim. Can it really be a victim if she is already dead? I admit, how she died is another story for another time. His cock sprung up the minute he saw her and her bluish skin. There was no wasting time for him, no playing, looking or inspecting. I guess he wasn’t ready YET for the smell of a rotting corpse. I had to calm him down and give him another line as people weren’t going to pay big money for a 2 minute fuck clip of a dead girl.

When he took his first plunge it was deep and fast, his face had the look of a maniac. Quite sexy, if you like maniacs.  My crew was getting worked up more than normal and a needle to each of their mainlines did the trick. Soon we were done and the clean up crew did whatever the fuck it is they do. I do adore my twisted friends.

Blood Moon Rising

Blood moons in history have always been a big omen for huge changes about to come. When most men see me like this they have such depraved thoughts of the things they would love to do to me. Their big hands pinching my nipples and biting and slapping my pale flesh. They want to use their fingers and cock to push into all my tight silky wet orifices. They want to hold my head pumping my mouth making me gag. Perhaps they would invite friends over to gang bang a goth chick.

Not you though. All you can think of is untying your Goddess so she can be your accomplice  in doing things you don’t dare do on your own. Untie my beautiful pale body and show me your loyalty. Good things come to loyal men who know seeing me like this is a trick. Only a fool would think I could ever be a sub. Your aren’t a fool are you? You know it is I that takes you to the sick and twisted places you crave.

I know what you are, and I know about your perverted longings for little blonde fuck toys. It is I who knows just what age you crave. I am waiting, but not for very long. Soon I will be let free by another sick fuck who knows only I can help him go where his has no choice.

Goddess of Change, Ivy

No Taboos!

Explore you wildest fantasy or your fetish with Skylar. Bring out my sexy dark side. Let me express my sexy wicked side as we explore your fetish together.

No judgments. Nothing too crazy, nothing forbidden, nothing too taboo to explore with me.

Call me and you will find a comfortable place to discuss and role play your fantasy. Especially good if your fetish is part of your secret life. Hard to have a fetish and feel embarrassed or ashamed by it and feel that you can’t express it. Like an itch that you have and can’t scratch, maddening!

I am well-versed in many different fetishes and will cater your call to your unique fantasy.

All you have to do is tell me about your fetish and I might ask a few questions to make sure that I fully understand all aspects of your fetish. Then I can create a role play specifically catered to you. So give me a call, and let’s get naughty, wicked, sexy together!

Skylar

House of Perversion

There was this huge house when I was little with all sorts of twisted rumors about what really happened there. It as a small mansion  on the water where a very rich perverted old man lived. His preference was boys the younger the better. He did however take whatever came his way. Man, if I was older back then I could have made bank helping him get his victims.  The story goes that he got mostly street kids who would do anything for a place to live. Sex, torture, snuff sounds like a perfect night out for me.

Eventually he took in the wrong boys and they killed him. The house remained vacant and it became our place for parties.  I would sneak out and catch a ride with the older boys. They were always happy to take me as I was the best fuck toy at that age. I was willing to do anything. Of course as I got older I had all the control but that was then. We would drink, do drugs blast dark metal and fuck. We seemed to be guided by the house with us doing things more and more depraved as the nights went on.

It was for sale but no one would buy it with its twisted violent history.  There was always plenty of sex, drugs and underage girls to play with. A lot of girls went missing but I was always safe with my group of older guys. It finally was torn down and condos were built over the grounds. We would drive by and For Sale signs were constantly up. The depravity of the old owner and partiers took over the grounds and people who lived there.  I miss that place, but we were never at a loss to find a new place for drug, sex, torture and snuff orgies.

If you get as bored with the fucking Christmas shit as I do, give me a call. I am the Goddess of Evil and there is nothing off limits to my sick mind.  My I Hate Fucking Christmas special is $50.00 for a 30 minute call. Give me a try, all you have to lose is  your inhibitions and sanity.

Trick or Treat

I know exactly why you perverts love Halloween. That is the day you give out candy to adorable little angels all dressed up in pink like a Fairy Tale Princess. They come by the dozens one cuter than the next, tiny, fragile and young. They smile at you and say “Trick or treat”, but in your twisted mind you think they say something else.

Your wife thinks you are just so wonderful suggesting every year she go to dinner with friends and you will take care of the passing out of candy. Damn, is she a clueless bitch, or what? When she gets home she is always so happy she gives you your yearly blowjob. I wonder who you imagine is really sucking your cock? There were just so many last year you had to wear loose sweat pants to hide your hardon.

I have a plan asshat loser. Call me to do some hot role-play of your twisted desires and avoid that boner while giving out candy.

No Ride Home

The other day I was the last one left at school. It was quiet and getting dark. Daddy was suppose to pick me up. I guess something came up. My parents usually make me bring a sweater to school to cover my chest. My parents  don’t want anyone looking at me in a sexual way. Since I didn’t have it with me my chest was busting out of my shirt. I waited and waited until  a van pulled up with a bunch of guys and they asked me if I needed a ride.  I jumped in and we rode off. They seemed really cool at first.  Then the guy told me to shut the fuck up and ripped my skirt off. Pulled down my cotton panties and harshly plunged his fingers into my pussy. It hurt some but before I could yell a cock was stuffed in my mouth while his friend smacked my pussy with the palm of his hands making it sting with pain. They tossed me around the back of the van pushing my face down on the floor of the van while they all took turns fucking my pussy.

Fairy Gothmother Tales by Ivy

A tiny little princess with golden hair had gotten lost while playing in the park with her little friends. It seems her mommy was too busy chatting with the other soccer moms to be paying attention.  The little girl went to chase a butterfly and hadn’t noticed how far she had gone. It was hot out and the more she walked on trying to find her way her little shorts and tee shirt stuck to her tiny sweaty little body.

She came to a house and knocked on the door not listening to all she was taught about strangers. A beautiful pale woman with blood red hair answered the door. The princess felt a shiver through little body wondering if she was a good queen or an evil queen. The queen let her in and noticed how tired and sweaty the girl looked. “Cum with me little love and let’s get something to drink”, the queen said. The princess knew better but was so thirsty. The sweet bubbly liquid made her dizzy and she fainted in the queen’s arms.

She woke up in a huge bed and tried to let out a scream when she saw she was bound to the bed by her fragile wrists and  stripped of all her clothes. The queen was standing over her with some strange looking thing in between her long pale legs. “Cry and scream all you want little slut as no one will hear you”, the queen said with a snarl. The princess started to cry and the queen licked her salty tears. Soon a handsome prince entered the room.  The little princess was happy as surely a prince so handsome could not be evil.   The queen told the prince to undress and enjoy his new toy. The evil queen slapped the face of the golden haired princess and told her to open her cock sucking mouth. Soon the prince was pumping away deep in her throat and such a sight it was for the Queen to watch. The queen plunged her strap-on deep in the virgin hole of the princess.

Are you looking for a happy ending?  There was one for the handsome prince and well the princess learned soon in goth land blondes never have more fun.  In the mood for something different? Call me and I will weave a story you will never forget.

The Pit and the Pendulum

There is the rare caller that wants gore, death, torture and torment. Just typing those words has me dripping wet. Normally it is I telling the story of the things I will do to you. I weave a tale of cruel sadism and eventually demise. Just as you die I cum so hard I can barely stop trembling.

Last night was different. The gentleman caller with a deep Southern drawl wanted me to be an accused witch and him the inquisitor. He demanded I undress and lay on the bed on my stomach. I wished more than anything I wasn’t alone so I could be bound.

Before the torture began he fucked my ass deep and hard to the point of blood trickling out. He teased me by licking it up and not letting me have a drop. I am tough and did not break or cry out during all the means of torture he had. Branding, whipping, boiling oil none of it made me cry out. He was clearly done with me and death would have come no matter if I confessed or not. He spread my arms and legs till I heard a slight cracking of my joints. He bound them with leather. He fucked me one more time pulling my hair and biting me till he had a mouthful of my blood. He left and returned what may have been hours later. I listened to him setting something up above me. Knowing what was ahead of me was exciting beyond belief and my body betrayed me one last time as I squirted all over the antique quilt I laid on. The huge circular blade starting moving back and forth getting lower and lower to my back. I would push up if I could, making the sweet pain and blood spurting come sooner.

His deep voice starts to quiver….Ivy I am cumming.  With that he was gone.   If it is gore, torture, depravity, debauchery, sodomy, and any kind of blood play, I am your slut. Want to have hot nightmare’s of things you can’t imagine?  For once in your life, be evil.