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Castration phone sex, It’s not for the faint-hearted, but then again, neither am I. When you enter my playground, I reign as the queen of torture and pleasure. I’m not into the fluffy, vanilla stuff. No, I prefer my sex rough, my language vulgar, and my encounters exhilarating.
There’s something about the raw vulnerability, the fear, and the excitement that gets me going. It’s a dance of power and submission, a game of cat and mouse that leaves us both breathless. And you completely ball-less.
Haven’t you been dreaming of the day where you completely submit? You on your back, trembling in fear, as the cold steel of my bolt cutters are pressed against your skin. Sounds lovely, doesn’t? I dream of the mess it is going to make. I want to make a huge squish noise as I make your nuts crack.
I love to tease, to taunt, to drive pathetic little losers like you crazy with anticipation. I take great pleasure in watching my subjects squirm. After all, there’s nothing more satisfying than knowing you’ve got someone right where you want them. I know you are ready for the Torture sex you’ve been wishing for.
Babysitter phone sex won’t be pretty with me. I am a pretty mean babysitter, but I can’t help it. I just love to torture a little slut until I cum. My best friend, let’s call her B, loves to go out and party, leaving her kids with anyone who’s willing to watch them. Tonight, I’m that willing participant. But I’m not just any babysitter. Oh no, I have a few tricks up my sleeve to teach B’s disrespectful little daughter a lesson she’ll never forget.
As soon as B walks out the door, I can sense the brat’s attitude. She rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath. But I’m not one to be trifled with. I turn to her, my eyes narrowing, and say, “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Well, let me show you what real power looks like.”
I lead her to my makeshift dungeon in the basement, where I’ve set up all sorts of devices and gadgets to pleasure and torment. I can see the fear in her eyes. I start by tying her up with ropes and chains. I can see her body tense up, but she doesn’t resist. I take out my favorite flogger and start teasing her skin, watching as goosebumps break out on her arms and legs.
I never do gentle, I get right to it. Whipping the babyslut as hard as possible. When I feel the blood drops hit my face, I get a rush and my pussy throbs. It feels so good to make a little bitch beg for her life.
I need your cock for the Snuff movies we’ll make with this little brat. Maybe we won’t go all the way, but the threat alone will be intoxicating. I want this Teen rape porn bloody, whether she lives or not. It’s all about the power.
I can feel myself getting lost in the moment. The smell of leather and sweat fills the air, and I can hear her soft moans and whimpers. It’s a beautiful symphony of pain and pleasure, and I’m the conductor.
But this is just the beginning. Who knows what other devious plans I have in store for this naughty little girl?
Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream! I am on the hunt. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that courses through my veins, it’s all part of the experience. I’ve been watching this house for days, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, I can feel it in my bones, tonight is the night.
The slut inside is oblivious to my presence, too absorbed in her own world to notice the predator lurking outside. I can see them through the window, moving around the kitchen, completely at ease. But I know their routine, I’ve studied it meticulously. I know that soon, they will make their way upstairs, too distracted to remember to lock the backdoor. And that’s when we’ll make a move.
Slip inside, my footsteps silent on the cool tile floor. I move quickly, making my way towards the bathroom. I can hear the sound of water running, and I know she’s in there, getting ready for bed. I imagine her, naked and vulnerable, completely unaware of the danger that lurks outside the shower door. I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought.
I can see the shock in her eyes as she realizes she’s not alone. But it’s too late for her to run, I’m already on her. I push her down into the water, feeling the heat of it against my skin. She struggles, but I’m stronger, and I quickly overpower her. I can feel her fear, it’s palpable, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal.
I force her head under the water, holding her there until she starts to struggle less. And then, when I know she’s on the verge of passing out, I let her up. She gasps for air, her chest heaving with the effort. And that’s when you make your move. Push your cock inside her, make her scream. It took a lot of work to pick out the perfect little slut to play with, so I want you to show your gratitude by fucking every hole that slut has.
Push deeper down her throat, feeling her lips wrap around your cock. Feel her tears, her saliva, and of course, it only serves to make you harder. Fuck her mouth until you are about to bust, but let me swallow the load. We don’t want to leave any evidence on the body. That bitch is going to enough Torture sex to taste the sweet relief of death.
Rape phone sex fantasies, my favorite pastime. You might think you know what I’m all about just by looking at me after all, I’ve got a hot, wet pussy that’s always ready for action. But there’s so much more to me than just that.
The real special surprise is the screams of mercy that come right before death. It’s those guttural, hoarse cries that gets me off like a rocket. The victims always think they’ll get out of it, even when they’re tied down and completely at my mercy. But they never do – and that’s what makes it so much fun.
I love holding the little whore down while you defile every part of her body with your tongue. The taste of her is always super sweet, just the way I like it. And when it’s time to fuck, I make sure she’s ready for the ride of her life. I want you pumping that bitch until she’s soaked your cock with cum and blood. And when she screams louder, I want you to fuck her even harder.
But don’t be fooled, my friends. These aren’t cries of pain or fear. They’re cries of pleasure, of release, of a depth of satisfaction that most people can only dream of. It’s the sound of Torture sex, the kind that makes you cum harder than ever before.
Blasphemy sex, there are a lot of different ways to do it. I actually found a special ritual that will raise the dead. I always dreamed of meeting Charlie. He was such a babe. If he felt my pussy he wouldn’t have needed any of those other bitches. I have at my disposal a spell that will allow me to summon my dear Charlie back from the depths of hell. And believe me, I will stop at nothing to make it happen.
But I can’t do it alone. I need a partner, someone who is just as depraved and twisted as I am. Someone who gets off on the thought of dominating and destroying innocent young pussy. Don’t those screams of pain make get you off like nothing else in the world?
I already have the sacrifice for my ritual, a sweet little thing who is willing to do whatever it takes to please me. But I need a hot, pulsing p. cock to help me complete the spell, to bring forth the ultimate act of blasphemy and raise the dead.
Does the thought of this make your dick hard? Does it excite you to think about all the ways you can violate and defile victim gash? I want a dedicated partner who wants to make the streets run red of the blood of the “innocent” and the dead to cum just as hard as they did in life. I dream of a world overrun by Snuff sex.
Enchanted by me Ehhhh? Can’t say I blame you, I am one sexy BEAST! Don’t worry I fully realize while you find me sexy my body is not the reason you seek me out. My devious mind and creative wicked soul is what keeps bringing you back for more.
I had a bit of a debate the other day. A friend of mine told me that all people are inherently born good. I tend to disagree. My mother has always said from the moment I broke my way out of her womb that I was different. That I have always been cold and calculated from the day I took my very first breath in this world. My mother is not evil, nor is any other member of my family that I am aware of. I didn’t inherit my lack of care for human life. Well unless Satan himself shot his load up my mom’s cunt, then I suppose it could be inherited.
Some how or another in the grand scheme of things I was born the way I am. The only thing that has ever been good about me is how good I am at being evil. Does that count? My greatest pleasure in life isn’t about being morally correct or socially conscience , it’s about making people suffer. I am not prejudice in who suffers either. Any ethnicity, age, sex, religion or lack there of. If you fucking breathe air you are a prime target to suffer for me.
Here I am waiting to be the next 5 o’clock news report. Question is am I the killer of your dreams or the killer of your nightmares? Are you my victim or my culprit in crime? THAT is the question!
The reality is no matter how it is I happen to find our victim, I will find her. Of that there is no doubt. The only questions that remain is how much will she suffer? How long will we have to enjoy every morsel of her tiny flesh? I tend to like to take my time. Enjoy every scream until she couldn’t possibly hit a higher decibel. The acoustics of her shrill screams caressing my pussy and getting me wetter and wetter.
Speaking of wetter…. I just decided how she shall finally meet her demise...