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Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Tingly

castration phone sexI do any sick fantasy well, but I do enjoy castration phone sex more than I should.  The thought of a loser being so self-aware that he knows his balls need to be removed makes me all warm and fuzzy. Yes, I know something is wrong with me. I have heard that since I was a little girl. I used to castrate my sisters’ Ken dolls. I also beheaded their Barbie dolls. I am the black sheep of the family. I take after my great grandfather. He was the head of a private prison that experimented on prisoners for profit. They were guinea pigs for pharmaceutical companies giving my great granddad kickbacks. It was cruel and unusual punishment, but these were the dregs of society, so I never understood why anyone gave a fuck about how they were treated. I was just a little girl, but I understood that those men did not deserve the same rights as me or my grandpa or you. When I was a teen girl, I got to assist him. I was set to inherit his prison when the Feds shut him down. I did get all the prison’s content including the electrocution chair. It was made in 1952 way before I was born. I use it for castration and torture sex now. As much as I love castrating men on the phone, the real deal is what gets me wet. It is just that guys I castrate in my grandpa’s old execution chair do not know they deserves to have their nuts gone. The losers who call me, do. I do not need permission, however, to remove some one’s balls or sexually mutilate their sex organs. I do it for the greater good. Small dicked assholes do not need to reproduce more small dicked assholes.


Sometimes, I am Lucky to Survive Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornThis is what I look like after ass rape porn. My ass was destroyed on the weekend. My stepson had some friends over for fireworks. It started to rain midway through their fun and they needed something to entertain them. They were high as fuck and in the mood to destroy something. Since I am just a druggy whore stepmom, he decided they should destroy me. I saw them looking at me like hungry wolves, so I ran. I was not strong enough to fight them off or fast enough to out run them. They tackled me in the backyard. As drunk as they were, I was lucky all they did was use me like a gangbang rape porn star. They took turns sodomizing and fisting my ass. They shoved beer bottles in my ass and pussy too. They would shake the bottles, flip the cap off and shoot the beer off in my holes making me intoxicated quickly. I begged for some coke, but my stepson was not being generous. The rain stopped, and I was grateful. At least I was grateful for 30 minutes until it rained again, and they returned their focus on me. This time, they had fireworks in their hands. Roman candles are what they fucked my ass with, along with some other big looking fireworks. I prayed they just fucked me. If they lit anyone of them, I might die or forever be ruined. I was threatened with lighters. I had to act like I loved being violently sodomized to keep from having my asshole imploded. I gave an academy award winning performance just to avoid being blown up. I begged for all their cocks in my asshole at once. I begged for them to nut in my face. I thanked them for using me. I thanked them for their seed. Either my stepson was in a good mood or they were just too drunk to make a mess out of me. I survived one more day, but with him, I never know what the next day will bring.


Snuff Slut Who Loves Torture Sex

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When I met him, I knew that it was going to end badly for me. I didn’t know that he was going to push me past any limits, though. The pain grew more intense with each session of torture sex. It didn’t matter; I could not get enough. My nipples were raw, my thighs covered in lacerations, but I gave him more. He would choke me so harshly that I just knew I was gone. It burns my soul to give so much to him, but I’ve never come harder in all of my life. I wanted it.
He pushed the knife deeper, deeper each time he used it on me. My pussy dripped as the blood coursed out from my body. Finally, he confessed that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt my body go cold while he was balls deep inside of me. The butcher started to remove parts of my skin as I watched in exquisite horror. He flayed me, and then I lost consciousness. A hard jab my jaw brought me back to the moment. He wrapped his gloved hands around the handles of the garrote. My life faded, and he licked the fresh spill from my throat.


Ass Rape Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornHe wanted an ass rape porn star. A bitch who would take whatever he put in her ass with a smile. He promised me money for an hour with my ass. I thought to myself, “How much damage could he do to my ass in an hour?” I do not know when I will learn. Honestly, I never learn. Promises of coke or money to get coke always makes me throw caution to the wind. Things started out okay. Him and a friend did lines of coke and double penetrated my asshole. I have had more cocks in my ass at once. Bigger cocks too. I grunted, and grimaced because I wanted them to think it was uncomfortable. Men love it when you act like their cock is the biggest you have ever had in one of your fuck holes. The more coke they did, the more fucked up their thinking got too. One of the guys grabbed a baseball bat and the other one grabbed a wine bottle. Using only their cum as lube, they double penetrated me with objects. Now, I was not faking or pretending anything. I was in pain. I hurt. I was trying to focus on the money I was promised, but this was no longer some hardcore anal porn. It was anal torture sex. They wanted to prolapse my ass. They wanted to gape my ass. They wanted to see me cry. I begged for mercy. I pleaded with them to just nut and let me be. I hurt more than I anticipated. I bled more than I expected too. I thought they were done after they came sodomizing me with objects. Turns out they were having so much fun, they extended another hour. More anal torture with cocks and objects. That last hour seemed like an eternity. Surprisingly, they paid me. Even paid me double what was agreed upon because they doubled their time. I guess it was worth it to have coke money again.


Torture Sex Slave Audition

 

torture sexI answered an ad for a torture sex doll. The guy wanted a model for extreme simulations. They pay was good. Not too good to be questionable. I thought what the hell, give it a try. I could always use some extra money. Plus, I am bored and tired of being stuck at home. I called the number listed and went to the address the guy gave me. It was a professional studio. That gave me a sense of safety. This studio does snuff films and BDSM photo shots. I did not have the job yet. I had to show him my body. He wanted to make sure I had the tits I told him I had. It was sort of a casting couch audition. Not my first, but since the Weinstein scandal hit, I have endured fewer of them. He stood up to check out my tits. He squeezed them so hard, I thought he might burst a saline bag. Suddenly, I was surrounded by men. Maybe my loud, “Ouch” brought them to the room. I had a gut feeling this was the movie. I was making a snuff porn and did not know it yet. The men in the room grabbed my boobs violently. Pulling, slapping, biting and punching them. I fell backwards from the pain, but I was surrounded by so many men, I did not hit the ground. They lifted my sore body up and carried me to a dirty bed in the next room. They ripped my pants off and started penetrating my pussy and ass. The man who I met first started filming it like he was some famous director. My body felt their weight. I felt like my chest was collapsing. They were gang banging me. This was a gangbang rape porn, not some photo shoot like I thought. Guys nutted in me as I screamed not to because I was not on any protection. They did not care. When they had cum all they could, I was left on the floor covered in jizz. The director tossed me a wad of money, which landed in the piles of cum, and thanked me for being a whore. I got what I deserved, I guess.


Torture Sex Doll Mutilated

torture sexWhen you have the reputation for being a torture sex doll, men do not feel the need to hold back their thoughts. I was looking fine last night. I went clubbing with girlfriends. It was weird to be in this bar at half capacity. I am used to wall to wall people. One the one hand it was easier to get a drink and I could hear people talking. On the other hand, there were not as many men to choose from. This one handsome older gentleman spotted me and wanted to talk. He bought me drinks, but he must have drugged them, because I ended up naked and spread eagle on some dingy bed. I had no clue where I was. He was standing over me with a big knife and an evil grin. He spouted off about me snubbing him a few months ago when I had my pick of the liter. He informed me he knew I was a snuff porn whore because he had seen my pictures online. He did not think a whore like me had any business snubbing him. Now, I was paying for a crime I had no clue I committed. I did not remember him. He carved his initials in my belly with the knife and whore on my arm. As I bled, he got hard. I used to be a cutter, so I can handle some pain, but what he did with the knife next was beyond any kind of pain I could handle. He fucked my cunt with a knife while hurling insults my way. I could feel my insides coming out in a way they are never meant to come out. I thought he was done, but he wanted to fuck my bloody ruined cunt. He shot his load in me and laughed that he did not need a condom because he made sure I could never get pregnant. He permanently disfigured my pussy.


Bondage Phone Sex and Torture

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex gets me wet. I love being tied up. I am not sure how I got into it. I think it started with handcuffs in the bedroom. Pretty vanilla compared to what bondage means to me now. I hooked up with John the other night. He promised me some coke if I would let him tie me up and take some photos. I always need coke because my husband no longer gives me access to the family money. He knows I have no control. I will do an entire mound of coke. I will spend my last dime too. My family’s last dime. I am a coke fiend. Many men know this, and they make me deals. I know I am exchanging my soul sometimes, but I can endure almost anything to get a fix. John got me high first. Smart move because I will agree to anything when I am high. I have a much higher threshold for pain too. John tied me to a table. It looked like a conveyor belt of some sort. I assumed he made some sort of make-shift bondage table. It was something more akin to a medieval torture sex device. It was a rack. He tied me up at first and took some pictures. His cock was out, and he was stroking it. He was hard as a rock watching me tied up. I got nervous when he hit a switch of some sort. I felt my body pulling. OMG. I thought he might tear me in two. He came on my face as I screamed in pain. My arm pulled out of its socket. The pain was intense even on coke. John did not mean to go that far, but when he heard the noise my arm made as it popped out of the socket, he came. It was not what I was thinking would happen. John liked it so much, he asked me how much to make a snuff porn next. I got to think on that one. At this rate, he will kill me.


Snuff Phone Sex Call From A Stalker

I was never aware of the fact I was being Stalked. Not completely. Since I take calls as a Snuff Phone Sex victim, I just thought it was the usual wanking fucks that try creeping us out. He would call me and whisper to me the things he planned on doing to me. I was clueless that the strange flickering I’d see sometimes was actually him taking my picture. He shined his flashlight in my windows and I figured it was just the usual juvenile fucks playing around. I live in a townhouse and you know neighbors with horny teen boys and all. Sometimes I know the dads and husbands kinda watch me, and they are always trying to be discrete. But this was different. This guys was stalking me and calling me. He even slipped notes in my mail slot. Lewd comments always about how he was watching me. He would say shit like maybe you should use a bigger dildo because when I get my hands on you those holes best be ready for my big fat dick. I’ll rip those holes while you beg me like the worthless cunt you are. So the night he came to my door and shoved himself inside as he overpowered me took me by surprise. He did everything he promised. He ended up cracking my neck and snuffing me out while ripping my ass with the most violent phone sex yet.


Ass Rape Porn Star Anally Abused

ass rape pornI am an ass rape porn star. Ever since I was a little girl, men have enjoyed violating my ass. It all began with Daddy. He was the first person to force fuck my ass.  Sometimes he shared my ass around with his friends and drinking buddies. I have become accustomed to anal abuse. The men who fuck my ass now are a different breed than daddy and his friends. My father and his cronies were just horny P men who liked the notion of fucking jailbait holes. My anal sex guys now, want to abuse my asshole until I cry in pain and cannot shit right for a week. Even though this one guy has force fucked my ass 100s of times now, it still hurts. He refuses to use lube and gentle is not in his vocabulary. Henry is obsessed with my ass. He wants to gape it and prolapse it too. Every time we are together, he tries to outdo himself from the last time he fucked my ass. Last night, he out did all the previous times combined. He used a baseball bat on my pretty puckered rosebud. I yelped like a wounded animal. For my ass to hurt, you know it is bad. I have a high threshold for pain thanks to all the abuse at the hands of my father when I was a young girl and the many anal torture sex videos I have made. A baseball bat is a lot of wood for any ass. I was a bloody mess by the time he decided he was done. I could barely walk. I shit myself. Pissed myself too. I begged for him to help me. Give me a shot of whiskey or get me a bag of frozen veggies or something. He just laughed at me more.


Exploding Balls For Daddy

Accomplice phone sex is best with daddy. He loved when an ex boyfriend of mine was coming around. He knew I had big plans for that ass jack and he wanted in on it. He would ejaculate and save it for me. I would feed it to the ex without his realizing he was eating another mans cum. It’s only the start. This dipshit little weaselly fuck bought me shit, paid for a boob job and for my car. He came around thinking i wanted his stale ass back. I played him. Daddy wanted to experiment with him. He wanted me to burst his balls and explode his asshole. Daddy is like a teen boy sometimes wanting to play with firecrackers and wanted to see how an anus explodes. We had butt flesh all over the little torture rooms walls. I took a set of vice scripts to his balls after getting his penis hard. I snipped off the tip and that brought on a blood fountain. I followed with a nice hard squeezing of those balls and finished with the finale. Daddy waned to use firecrackers but I wanted the M80’s those little bitches may have matched his cock size but the M80’s are more suitable for the jackass that he is. We had that ass exploded all over. Of course I lit the fuse and we stood outside the door watching. It was a ballistic! Daddy liked to ejaculate all over these tits while Mr. Ass jack was still conscious. I have fun with my daddy, and was so happy he came back into town.

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