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Torture Sex Revenge Showed James What Happens to Traitors

torture sexTorture sex kind of days are my kind of days. As a cruel mistress, my subjects should know to never double cross me. And James double crossed me. I have a side business running drugs. And he thought I would never miss $100,000 and three kilos of coke. When my goon squad discovered him holed up in some dingy no tell motel on the outskirts of town, I knew I would get my revenge. Plus, I knew I had to make an example out of him. Show my employees what happens to snakes who betray me.

I woke him up from a deep sleep with my steel blade pressed against his jugular. “Wake-up,” I purred in his ear. I do believe he woke up like he saw a ghost. Well he sort of did. He saw the sadistic phone sex bitch he betrayed. My goons dragged him out of his bed and duct taped him to a chair. Although he screamed and fought, I paid off the motel clerk the same amount James stole from me. As he babbled about being loyal and just messing up once, I tied his ankles and arms with barbed wire. I even pulled out his worthless pecker and tied it up too.

No One Betrays Me and Lives to Do it Again

James fucked with the wrong bitch. As he struggled, I watched in glee as the wire cut through his flesh. However, I had only just begun. I gave him no mercy. In fact, I streamed our little revenge session so my other employees would know you don’t steal from me. I carved thief into his flesh and watched the blood trickle down. James just kept on pleading. But I needed him to suffer. A quick death would be no fun. Although he kept pleading for forgiveness, his pleas fell on deaf ears. A little too late. He only felt sorry that I caught him.

I got out a baseball bat and hobbled him. Broke his ankles and busted his kneecaps. Oh, how I love the sound of bones crushing. Erotic as fuck to me. I put a castration band around his thieving testicles too. While his thieving balls turned blue, I broke each finger with a nutcracker. Although he trashed about in pain, I decided to let him loose. Not like he could run from me. He tried to stand up but fell to the ground with a thud.sadistic phone sex

While he laid on the floor like the broken man he was, I hogtied him. His limbs looked limp like a ragdoll’s limbs because I broke them. My live stream turned into a snuff porn. While hog tied, I carved him up even more. His blood stained the sheets on the bed, and likely the mattress too. But I did not care. Before long, the motel room would be like a horror movie set. A very bloody one. I broke out my chainsaw and took off his arms. But I basked in the blood that sprayed from his arms.

Those Who Betray Me Go Feet First into the Woodchipper

He continued to plea for mercy. And he insisted it was not too late to take him to the hospital. But it was. He did not yet grasp the fact that he would not live. Although I used a tourniquet to slow the blood loss, that was only to prolong his agony. I placed a plastic bag over his traitor head and left a small hole so he could barely breathe. While I laughed at his battered, bloody, broken body, my goon squad brought the woodchipper in.

I disposed of his body. He went in the woodchipper broken feet first. James’ last image was of me covered in his blood and sinew. I think now he understood what happens to traitors. Let his death be a lesson to you. Never betray me.

He Likes Them Ripe

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is a specialty of mine. My Master has taught me well. I  never thought in my wildest dreams I would be doing any of this snuff sex stuff. I have been going out to the clubs to pick up fresh meat for Master. Usually, he would make me watch as he did whatever he wanted to them. This time he made me join. Master asked me if seeing the fear in her eyes made me wet. I knew the only answer was, yes, Master. He handed me a scalpel and ordered me to slice at her breasts. She screamed and begged me to stop. I could tell Master was getting angry I wasn’t slicing fast enough. I slashed faster and cut a piece of her tit off. Her scream was blood chilling and it got him so hard he railed that cock deep down her throat. He told me to suck on her on her pussy, I could taste the blood that was dripping down from her chest. She wasn’t a very good listener, not once did she call him by his name nor did she thank him. At that point I really didn’t feel much pity for her anymore. I knew what Master wanted with bitches like that. I held her down with my juicy pussy over her mouth. I rode that tongue until she was still. After that, Master had all the fun he wanted with her. She’s still around, he likes to keep them until they are ripe. There is nothing wrong with sex with dead bodies, that is until the meat turns!

Torture Sex Never Feels Good, Especially When My Ass is Involved

torture sexTorture sex never feels good. Even though men think I am a masochist into pain. That’s not the case. What happens, I get so fucked up on coke that I do not understand what all you are doing to me. I become numb. But once the coke wears off, I feel it all. And I do not like pain. So, for the record men, I am a coke whore not a pain slut. But it becomes hard to tell that when you get as fucked up as I do.

Once again, I made the mistake of fucking around with the wrong men. They wanted to party with a MILF, and I wanted coke. The rest I just do to get the coke. Because they looked young, I made the mistake of assuming they might be less of a threat to me than my stepson or men my age. Wrong. These boys did not want to just party with me. They wanted to make and ass rape porn.

My Ass Always Takes a Beating

Although I did enough coke to put Pablo Escobar to shame, I still felt their monster cocks in my ass. Mainly because they put two even three cocks in my ass at once. Damn near tore my ass in two. Felt more like giving birth than get ass fucked. And they did not care that I begged them to stop. I think I represented each of their mothers. It felt like they punished me because their moms never gave it up to them.

Once they started calling me mommy whore, I went into dirty mommy mode thinking it might help me. I never make the right choice. Or the smart choice either. So, they began putting their fist in my ass along with their cocks. Pretty certain their goal was to destroy my asshole. Mission accomplished. This taboo phone sex mommy needed a trip to the ER and stiches in my ass. I wish I had a better sense of people.

Snuff Porn Auditions Help Me Scout Young Talent for Clients Like You

 

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition last week. My first in a long time. I was not the young starlet who gets slaughtered for once. I was the sexy executioner. I showed up in jeans and a sexy top. I was immediately hired. I know the director well. We go way back. This is a legitimate snuff outfit. No one is really dying, even though I know sometimes the young starlets wish they were dying. I have been there. The pay was too good to pass up for a day’s work. Plus, I was double dipping in a way. I was looking for a young starlet for a client. He wanted a barely legal girl down on her luck for his private streaming station.  It would be a good dig for a strung-out young woman. She’d get room and board. She’d be given all the drugs she wanted t00. She would just be a torture sex doll on camera. Snuff starlets make the best candidates for gigs like I was scouting for.

Once my makeup was done, the director put me in a tee-shirt that said, “I Love Lesbians.” It makes the starlet feel safer. Like she will not be ravaged as hard if her co-star is not a man. A hard pill for many young girls to learn is that women can be more brutal than any guy. Once the director yelled, “Action,” she quickly learned that lesson. I started fisting her pussy and ass. I choked her. I slapped her. I put on my strapon and ravaged her tiny teen holes. She was legal. She was used, but still tight. I saw the needle marks on her feet. She is a junkie whore trying to hide her addiction. Once we were done with our legal movie, I told her the real money is in underground snuff movies. I took her to meet my client and he was so happy he gave me a bonus. In one day, with one whore, I made enough money to pay all my bills and party like a rockstar for a few months. Snuff pays.

Torture Sex Nightmare

torture sexI had a torture sex nightmare last night. I woke up in a ball of sweat, scared for my life. You were not very nice too me. In fact, you could have killed me. I think you wanted too but I woke up. I remember we met at a bar. You bought me a lot of drinks. Perhaps, you spiked my last drink, or it was just one too many because I don’t remember leaving the bar. My memory was foggy, still is. I was at a bar with a cute guy then I was chained to a wall in a basement. The first face I saw was yours. You were whipping my voluptuous body and calling me a whore. I was scared but trapped. I acted like a pain slut but that made you whipped me harder. I know I am not the only girl you did this too because I saw the collection of purses in the corner. You have been at this awhile. Somehow, I got away. I may be the only one who got away. Honestly, I thought I just had an awful nightmare, but I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find my purse. Then, when I went into the bathroom, I saw the welts all over my body. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It is just I can’t remember who your were or how I got out.

Ass Rape Porn of a Bimbo

ass rape pornI wanted to make an ass rape porn. I have made many before. I’m an anal sex addict. This one was different, however. I hooked up with these guys looking for an anal sex whore. I thought they just wanted to give me a hardcore ass fucking, but they wanted more than that. They wanted to kill me. They wanted to snuff me out. When I am horny, I don’t always think with my head. In hindsight, they looked sketchy as fuck. Greasy hair. Skin like meth heads. They smelled too. There weren’t choir boys. These weren’t even Hell’s Angels. These were street junkies high as fuck wanting to hurt a bitch and I handed myself to them on a silver platter. They shot me full of something. Heroin I think. I got immediately high as fuck. When they started cutting and burning me, I was laughing at the pain. That was nothing compared to what they did to my ass. They fucked me with a hot pipe of some sort. My asshole was burning. They fucked my ass after they burned it. Talk about torture sex. Even high as fuck, I could feel the pain of my torn asshole being filled with hot cum. As they fucked me, they strangled me too. One dude even lit my blonde locks on fire. I put it out but slapping the sides of my head, but the smell of burnt hair is almost as bad as the smell of burnt flesh. I woke up this morning in the ER. They dumped me in an alley. I guess someone found me. Good thing too because I was naked, and it was below freezing last night. I need to be more cautious about who I fuck, but where is the fun in that?

Snuff Porn Torture Death the Cure All for Redneck Neighbors

snuff porn knife playSnuff porn is what gets me off. The bloodier, the better. The homemade snuff porn torture death variety is my favorite. I guess you could say that when it comes to my own snuff movies, I like to go medieval. If you are a fan of torture sex, like I am, then you know that in the Game of Thrones era death and dismemberment were extra violent, extra gruesome, extra painful, and very deadly. In other words, awesome.

I have had my eye on new neighbors. Annoying fuckers who violate every code of decency. Their lawn looks like a Griswold Christmas year round; they blare country music at all hours of the night; their junker Ford pickup truck leaves toxic fumes for days and they are meth heads so tweakers in and out 24/7. No one wants them in our little community, but no one has the balls to do anything about it. We all know I have bigger balls than an elephant. Normally, I don’t hunt or kill in my back yard, but pretty certain if I got caught, my neighbors would high five me rather than turn me in. Sometimes bitches just have to die.

snuff porn torture deathThese ass hats were worthy of a slow tortuous death. I was inspired by watching some vintage medieval porn with religious under tones. Decided to make the crime scene look rather frantic and religious. I walked right into their home early one morning and found them making crystal meth in the kitchen. Stupid cunt was pregnant too. High as a kite, so easy to control. Tied the bitch to her dining room table spread eagle. Took an old huge ass crucifix, fucked her cunt until her insides started to spill out. Left her breathing so she could watch me sodomize her man from Deliverance baby daddy with that same crucifix. I enjoyed torturing their worthless fuck holes. Neither had the right to procreate.

After about an hour of playtime for me, I broke out my medieval sword and beheaded them. I started with him. Blood spurted out the neck stump and his head rolled off the table with his eyes wide open. Perfect. He could watch me behead his skank ass wife, who was likely his first cousin too. Their heads ended up smacking against each other. I may have played a little soccer for shits and giggles while the blood poured from their lifeless bodies. Oh, and I may have filmed it. Turns out, I enjoy killing inbred redneck tweakers. It is very satisfying to rid the world of useless fucks. I confused the crime scene with equal parts religious fanaticism and drug war gone bad. It will be unsolvable like all my kills. It will also be coming to the world of underground 8 MM films very soon. Maybe they can repay me in death for exposing me to “Drunk on a Plane” at 3 am every morning. In hindsight, I didn’t torture them enough.

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