Rape phone sex fantasies pain sears through me as I sit here, fingers trembling over the keyboard, compelled by Master Daddy’s cruel whim. My body aches so badly. I let him down, and I do deserve to suffer for my failures. It was an accident. See, Master Daddy tells me to do everything. And I can’t go without his permission. I’m usually a good girl and can hold it. This time, I just couldn’t. I think my bladder was stretched to its limits.
I begged and pleaded, but he didn’t care. He told me I better hold it till he was done fucking me or else. I tried so hard, but I pissed all over his cock. So I was banished to the cold, concrete pit. I waited in dread, my thoughts obsessing over the impending beating.
And when the guys who work for him arrived, I knew I would be lucky to survive the beating I was gonna get. They all pissed in my face and made me drink it. It was so gross because they are nasty fucking meth heads. His henchmen made their boss proud. They did a great job putting me in my place. Forced fucked me so bad it hurts when I make the slightest move.
It felt like forever, and the only reason I know they did it to me for five hours is because they were bragging about it. But that wasn’t enough punishment. He is making me spread the word that I am a Snuff sex pig who needs even more punishment. I have to say to do your worst, hurt me, and use my slave holes as violently as you can.
Torture sex is just the beginning of our evil fun. My Master Daddy’s evil magick is so powerful that he can raise the dead. It doesn’t matter if they are freshly killed or have been dead for a while; they can come back into his hands. He controls them like they are his lap dog, and I get the fuck out of them. I definitely like them better the fresher they are, but Master Daddy really enjoys watching me with a rotted corpse.
The gorier the better! He wants the corpse not just oozing out of his cock but everywhere else too. He loves the look of disgust on my face when I have a rotted cock in my mouth. He says it makes better Snuff movies.
And since I am a good actress, I take that dead dick with a fetishized intensity, my tongue writhing against the squishy flesh as I suck it to rigidity. The necrotic phallus feels like unyielding rubber, coated in a vile, tingling slime. The taste is of dirt, blood, and decay. It makes my pussy throb as I service the undead horde.
I impale myself upon its ghoulish prick, my tight pussy clenching around the stiff shaft. My pussy warms his cold, dead prick, and I know how good it feels for him because my pussy won’t stop gushing! His dead flesh is orgasmic and exciting all at the same time! As I ride the reanimated corpse to orgasm, the snuff film captures every quiver, every scream of rapture. And then I give them their end, and pulling that trigger makes me cum unlike anything else!
Gothic phone sex, here in the cemetery, is the perfect setting for us. It’s a communion, a bizarre symphony where pleasure and pain intertwine in the night. But I’m not the one stroking you—it’s her. The ghost, the last snuff victim, my Daddy Master. Her lust was undiminished by death, and I need some pleasure too. She’s fucking your mind, making your cock throb with a desire that’s both spectral and sinfully real, all to my satisfaction.
It’s not often that I get to enjoy anything; I am told what to do, and I do it, but now and again, I get to enjoy the sensual experiences of those who have passed on. The moon casts a gothic glow through the weeds and tombstones, as we fuck among the graves. I imagine that this was a ritual that’s as old as the spirits themselves.
Ghostly Fantasy phone sex becomes our medium, a bridge connecting the living to the restless dead. This orgasm isn’t just a release; it’s a celebration of sensual blasphemy, a sacred defilement. Fuck it feels so good when those ghostly fingers work up and down on my body and then start to jerk you off. It’s crazy to be stroked off by a ghost and a snuff slave, but it does feel amazing,
Gangbang rape porn is what my degrading existence is for. My master is a disgusting fucker with filthy tastes, and he’s made me do countless vile things, and I’m a good girl and never say no. He bought me from that awful family, so I feel like I have to show him how dedicated I am to him. I know if I stayed with those crazy fucks I would be hanging dead on a hook at this point. At least with my Master Daddy, I still have a chance to live another day.
Lately, he has been saying I’ve been kissing his ass too much. He thinks I’m just sucking up to him, but the truth is, I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me if I cross him. But lately, I’ve been enjoying the things he tells me to do. I never thought I would cum so hard on a corpse, but thanks to Daddy, I can.
But maybe he is right; perhaps I am being a brown-noser. I guess I deserve the punishment he gave me. God, making that porn was so disgusting. Whenever I see a man over 70, I get terrified. Those grandpas were so rough on me. They were old and wrinkled, but they certainly were not frail. They were high off coke and boner pills and pounded the ever living shit out of me. These fucking geezers forced their stinky dicks down my throat. I had to lick their assholes as a little toilet sex slut. This was the kind of Toture sex that definitely taught me a lesson.
Ass rape porn get me your veiny cock to split me open. Afterwards, you are so hungry you need to take a big bite out of my cute, perky ass. Your teeth sink in like it’s a ripe peach. Your teeth tearing through my flesh should make me terrified, in horrific pain. But I’ve been appropriately trained, haven’t I?
Thank you for slamming me against the wall and drilling your cock into my asshole. You pounded it so hard, you’ve got to fuck my guts back into me. I want your cum gushing into my ruptured insides. Flip me over and bite the hell out of my tender ass. I might gasp out in pain, but that means you should take another bite. My flesh, my body belongs to you. I used to want to run away from all the Torture sex, but now I surrender to your power completely. Eat me alive, Sir, I’m all yours!
My Mutilation phone sex existence is a perpetual descent into the abyss of suffering and butchering. The smell of blood and fear has become an exquisite nectar. Anguish is my perfume, an intoxicating elixir that fuels my dark desires.
In this realm of snuff, where life hangs by a thread, I have to make sure to be a really good girl. I don’t want to be the one on the chopping block. I always make myself useful for Master Daddy. I have all his favorite tools ready to go when he finds a new slut to play with.
He gets so hard when he starts slicing skin off his new toy. He likes to start with her tummy. He makes a long cut just above the belly button. Then he grabs the skin and peels it upwards so she can watch her skin getting ripped off.
Master Daddy taught me that Torture sex is an art form. Every whimper, every scream, every gurgling gasp is a brushstroke upon a canvas of suffering. I know he is God, soaked in blood with a massive hard-on that needs sucking.
As he creates new holes in that little slut I suck him. I know when he is ready to fuck when I feel his cock twitch. I pull it out of my throat and stick it in the new bloody fuck hole. He loves to cut off a bitch’s nipples and use her tits as a pussy.
Torture sex can go so beyond evil with my Master Daddy. You see, my master always wanted to fuck with an amputee, a hot teen slut with no arms or legs that I could just put on his dick and spin. He set me out in the world to find the perfect victim. I thought I could find an authentic one, but I didn’t have any luck. I couldn’t go back empty-handed, and I spotted my victim on the swing set. I knew I could mold her into the perfect little amputee slut.
I drugged her and I brought her to my Master Daddy. He was so proud of me when he saw her puffy little bald pussy. So he let me cut her arms off, and he cut her legs off. When she woke up, poor little Snuff porn star cried a lot. She didn’t like having a camera on her while he was ramming his dick in her fresh stump.
As she lay there, helpless and vulnerable, I made sure to get a close-up of Master Daddy going from stump to her little pussy. Towards the end, it was such a bloody mess, and it was hard to tell what was what. My master fucked her with a passion that I had never seen before. He pounded her stump until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then he came in her pussy, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.
Sex with dead bodies is such a sweet taste. The cool touch of rigor mortis on my skin. The stench of death in my nostrils. When my Master Daddy found me, he forced me to do all kinds of horrific things. At first, I was so scared and didn’t even want to touch a corpse. But now, I look forward to being a necro whore for him.
Sometimes he kills them, and then I fuck them. If I am a very good girl, I get to squeeze the life out of them with my pussy. It takes a long time to suffocate my victims, since I have a little pussy and ass, but I don’t mind. I straddle them, in a sixty-nine position, and put all my weight in my ass so they can’t breathe. I lick and suck the little virgin’s pussy so I can make her cum before she dies.
My Master Daddy loves to have his cock inside them right at the time of death. All of their muscles constrict, and those pussies are ungodly tight! And when they’re stiff, I hop on that dead pussy and ride to show Daddy I’m his best Snuff sex porn whore!
My cunt is throbbing for Bloody phone sex! It’s like it’s about to detonate a live grenade. Each pound from your cock making my pussy suffer feels so right. I know it defies logic, but when you push me to the edge of delirium, everything is right in the world. This sick, twisted pleasure is what I crave!
You took your buck knife and slashed at my mound. All the blood flowing from my pussy made me lightheaded. I don’t want to die, I want to serve you as your slave, but if I do, I hope your cock is inside me. I’ll forever be at the mercy of your twisted whims, my Master.
Our bond is from the darkest depths of your depraved mind, where the lines between life and death, pleasure and pain, are blurred into an indistinguishable haze. It’s a Snuff wonderland, where the measure of a good time is the crimson stream that paints my skin as I succumb to the most brutal, sadistic acts imaginable.
Fuck, yes! Cut my fucking pussy open and pound that bloody cock in there! Make me bleed for you, Daddy! I want to serve you forever, to be your loyal cumdump and bleeding slut. Keep me alive, and we’ll make some hot, messy teen Snuff porn that’ll make the world shake with its obscenity!
Gangbang rape porn star dangling from the rafters never gets mercy. My wrists were bound raw and red—each sway of my body, a pendulum of anguish. The ropes, they cut like knives into my tender skin as I hang here, gagged and helpless. The hours tick by, an endless march towards my impending doom.
I am but a plaything, a vessel for the depraved whims of the monsters that enslave me. They use my holes with no concern for my humanity. All of their cocks were so massive, and my Master loved watching them violate me again and again. I was used so hard, my cunt bled and my ass stretched beyond capacity as they ganged up on me, raping me senseless. Sore, so goddamn sore.
No matter how sore I am, the Torture sex continues. Now I dangle here, awaiting their return. To what fresh depravity will they subject me? More violent gangbangs, more painful violations? I can only pray it ends soon. But deep down, I know better. I am their slave whore, their vile snuff whore. I will never see freedom, only each new level of torment they devise.
