Your Torture Sex Has No Equal

I have to have the pain. There is nothing else on earth that can make me cum the way that searing excruciating pain can. I crave it every moment of every day. I wake up sore from the night before, and I still need more. I need you to feed my sick addiction. I can’t even remember the days when a swift spanking did it for me. My threshhold built so quickly and continues to grow. I spend my hours either having torture sex, or figuring out where I can get some.

I found you, and you are sick enough to take me there. You have the dungeon in your house and make me beg for your attention. It is so worth it, and you keep everything focused on my level of pain. You make me do what you want to see, and never let up until I have satisfied your taste for torture. The leather straps tight across my body and squeezing my breasts as you whip my pussy with such force I lose my breathe. Twisting my nipples until they come off in your hand. The fire that shoots through my body when you rip them free and squeeze the blood from my chest.

My once beautiful body is scarred from your sick games. You play with me as if I am nothing but a doll to cut up and mutilate. With every twist, cut, yank, and slap, I lose myself in the pain. My pussy thribs and cums over and over as you increase the torture every time you touch me. Piercing every part of me – tongue, pussy lips, and even my eyes. Your steady hand moves like a surgeon as I tremble from adrenaline and terror. You take me to the brink every time, and every time I want more. Your gift is unmatched, and I need some pain tonight. Will you take my body there tonight, pretty please, my cruel sweet Master?

The Tub

torture sex karmaI had some time to kill and decided to stop at the library. Browsing the shelves I spotted a book titled “The Most Horrific Torture Techniques Of All Time” Picking up the book I could feel the pumping of my cunt releasing juice into my panties. I sat down at a tale and began to read. With every page I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. Some of the tortures I had heard of some I had not. And then I got to The Tub. It doesn’t sound menacing but it is sadistic and evil and twisted. As I read all about it I came so hard I almost slid off the chair and I knew that I would be finding a victim with in the hour. This form of torture would last for days and I could not wait. This particular form of torture was commonly called “sitting In the tub” it was used to torture convicts years ago. The convict would be placed in a wooden tub with nothing but their head sticking out. Then the executioner would cover their faces with milk and honey; in no time at all flies would swarm their faces and begin to feed on them. The convict was kept well fed so that they would end up swimming in their excrement.  After a few days, maggots and worms would devour their body as they decayed alive. I had the perfect metal tub for the job and got right to work. Being sadistic is such fun!torture sex the tub

Bad Mommies Need Torture Sex to Punish Thier Cunts

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Bad mommies are the best victims of torture sex. I had a bad mommy, you see. And the things I will do to a bad mommy today, are only things I wished I could have done to the cunt that shit me out. When I find bad mommies, there cunts must be punished.

She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her thighs. Wondering how much longer she would have to endure, she found herself slowly loosing ground. Her vision was almost completely blurred and her head was spinning. She felt her empty stomach cramping again. With nothing but stomach acid forcing itself up with every gag, she no longer tried to turn her head. It was way too heavy now anyway. She just choked down the bile, and began to swim in the pain that began again.

I warned her. I told her what would happen. “Bad mommies get their cunt punished”. But she chose to ignore. I looked over at the small bodies discarded like trash. Suffocated in their sleep by the one who was trusted to nurture them. When I met this woman months ago, she was looking for a way out. She no longer wanted to carry her small baggage with her. She thought I could offer her a solution. Instead I became her judge and jury. And it was her sentence now that I carry out.

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She spread her thighs, and with care I bound them with rope. The past two days were hard on her I know. We started the process with purging. She was hog tied and force fed a nice concoction to remove her stomach contents. I get much amusement out of watching a whore being forced to vomit while she is bound to a variety of vibrating sex toys. My robotic machine now took over as her lover as it pumped a rubber cock into her ass, and than into her cunt. Yes, It was an amazing sight to see how deep and fast my machine could work a cunt. Once her vomiting turned to dry heaves, I moved on to the emptying of her bowels. I pushed the rubber tubing inside her anus and started to slowly empty the warm soapy water into her. She cried in protest when she realized I was not going to be removing the large rubber cock that was slowly moving in and out of her prostate. I stepped back, admired my work, and left her there to slowly expel her fecal matter and lay in her vomit. That is what she is now, shit and vomit.

Later that evening I rejoined her and was pleased to see her cunt looked like hamburger meat. I opened up my hand and showed her a little glass container. She cried, knowing what I would be doing with such a thing. “Open your legs, bad mommies get their cunt punished”. She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her thighs. I started to open my little jar of salt.. such a beautiful thing I saw. Just like salt poured on a slug.

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Georgia

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When I see you torture another girl now I just get jealous. Can you believe that?! I never thought I would enjoy the pain as much you said I would. Watching you torture that girl was still a little fun, but I just wished it was me the entire time. Hearing the loud cracks of your whip and seeing her blood run down her body really got me going though.
As much as I tried to resist I couldn’t ignore my aching clit. If you caught me I knew I’d be punished, that’s probably why I didn’t try very hard to hide what I was up to. It wasn’t a surprise when you caught me, to be honest it’s what I wanted. You saw me there, kneeling on the floor rubbing my swollen clit. I didn’t even get a chance to make up an excuse before you slapped me across the face. You were so angry that you continued to beat on me, not knowing that it makes me cum. Those screams weren’t just from pain! even when I was spitting my blood out of my own mouth I loved every minute of it…
Every night I crave more pain and fantasize about the most severe beating. Sometimes I think about you cutting me into little pieces, slowly killing me. That fantasy makes me cum right away, I feel so dirty afterward. I’m a little afraid of how far I will go to feel more pain. I want to beg you for it, I’m so tired of denying how much I love it.

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Too Pathetic to Fuck

You bought me at auction. Why me? I was the scrawniest little cum slut there. No sexy panties or pretty shoes. There were gorgeous blondes there, for less money. But your black eyes settled on me, and I watched as you outbid everyone. You sat in the front row, rubbing your hard cock through your expensive pants. Everyone saw, and I could tell the other men admired you. Or maybe they were terrified of you. It was difficult to know the difference.

I was terrified. I remembered being kidnapped from the sidewalk near my house, and then nothing until I woke up here – on this stage – naked, and being sold to the highest bidder. My head was spinning, and it felt like my pussy was already torn up. If it was, then it happened when I was unconcious. The thought crossed my mind if you would have paid so much knowing my pussy had already been used. The evil in your stare told me you probably didn’t give a shit.

When the auction ended, the highest bidders collected the women they bought. Most of them were dragged off by several men, screaming and kicking. I was too weak to fight as you picked me up and carried me into another room where we were alone. You set me down, and I ccrawled into a corner. You approached me with a ball gag, and I felt myself begin to cry. You were saying something in a soft whisper, and I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew in my heart you were going to hurt me, but didn’t want to hear me scream.

You gagged me, and began grabbing my tiny tits and putting clamps so tight on my nipples that I felt like I was going to faint. You duct taped my legs and wrists together, and my little pussy was throbbing at the thought of what was coming next. I thought you were going to fuck me – but then you started speaking louder. I could hear you saying what a dirty fucking cunt whore I was. My blood ran cold as I saw you pull out the knife. You held it up so I could see it right in front of my face.

You told me you would never fuck a dirty whore like me, and that you spent your money to make sure my pathetic slut ass was put out of misery. You brought the knife to rest next to the base of my right ear. The cold sharp blade gave me chills all over my naked body. I wanted to beg for my life, but the gag made me unable to speak. I saw your hand begin to move, and I felt the knife pierce my throat. I watched your hand make one beautiful motion and end up on the other side of my face. I felt the blood draining from my throat, and I knew I was going to die right there. One last look in your black eyes, and I realized I was relieved.

He’s Got The Naughty List

torture sex angieYes it was the night before Christmas and all through the house….blah blah blah…you know the sappy fucking story. Everyone knows about jolly old Saint Nick with his bag full of toys for all the girls and boys. But do you know about Krampus? Ah yes wicked, evil, cold hearted, Krampus. Santa’s evil brother. I love this guy. He is sinister and creepy and comes once a year to take care of all the naughty boys and girls. He fills their night with terror and pain. He makes them pay for being such bad little fuckers and he makes them pay dearly. He makes the Boogie Man look like the fucking Tooth Fairy.torture sex krampus He will come down the chimney with a bag full of torture and fear. My cunt stays wet thinking about all the fucking brats he will be punishing this Christmas Eve. Legend has it they will wake up bloody, bruised and broken and have no explanation for their injuries. Not one gift will be under the tree for these snotty nosed brats. Isn’t it the most deliciously evil and perfect scenario you ever heard of? I can’t stop pinching my erect nipples and rubbing my hot, wet pussy as I salivate over the visions of torture dancing in my head. Fuck the sugar plums….Merry Christmas Mother Fuckers!torture sex krampus2

Babbysitter Phone Sex: Revenge by Proxy

babysitter phone sex evil bloodyNever underestimate the power of revenge. This guy from the neighborhood I grew up in, who let’s just say took advantage of me against my will when I was little, asked me to babysit his little brat. First off,  do I look like the type you would want to watch your little ones? And two, would you even for a moment think that after a pretty heinous act committed against someone, you could even trust that person in your home, let alone with your precious spawn?  After some discussion, it was obvious he had no clue I was the little girl he violated in her home so many years ago. I agreed of course to watch his brat, because at the very least, I could have some revenge by proxy.

babysitter phone sex evil bitchI arrived at his house;  met his too perfect wife and their angelic girl. Once they left, the mayhem began.  I flipped the fuse box rendering the house dark and put creepy fucking dolls all over the house to scare the brat. My love, my accomplice, John, was in on the scare, so I could look like an innocent third party. The poor little brat was terrified of the dark. Made scaring her more fun. It started out rather juvenile. John rattling windows, shining flashlights in the house, pounding on the door excessively, moaning things “I’m gonna get you…” Made the poor thing piss her little panties.

But then I escalated things with disturbing dolls. When you are an ankle biter and seeing images of creepy dolls in your house through shadows and faint light, you shit your pants. Even more so when you think they are alive and after you. Who knew it was so fun and easy to terrorize a little one? I never saw anyone tremble and scream as much as she did. I have to admit, it made my cunt wet. Fear is such an aphrodisiac for me. I don’t believe little ones are innocent, especially not ones from the same DNA as evil pricks. Chances are good this little girl would grow up to be a self entitled prick like her daddy. I was just doing the future generation  a service by putting this cunt in her place early in life.

My original intent was just to scare the piss out of her, torment her for hours like her daddy tormented babysitter phone sex murder fantasiesme. Then my perfect accomplice suggested something more nefarious.  He made it look like he was violating me; like he was just an intruder and the brat and I were victims of chance. I came so hard on John’s cock during our rape fantasy, but I made my screams sound fearful, not joyous.  The house was pitch black and my little charge was tied up so she could not escape. She thought I was being forced. I could hear her whimpering, smell her fear. babysitter phone sex killer accompliceIntoxicating as usual. She knew she was next. I put on my strap-on and violated her tiny little holes. She had no idea I was her assailant. I roughed her up good too. I was just a tad older when her daddy violated me. I too was a virgin. Virginity is overrated. So is innocence. I fucked that little whore just like her daddy fucked me; even choked her a little bit. I wanted to leave some marks on her porcelain white skin, leave her broken and sore, leave her scared, leave her holes bloody and swollen.  Just like I had been left decades earlier. Revenge is sweet, just like his little girl use to be!!!

When I was done violating the brat. I kissed her forehead and tossed her a bag of frozen veggies just like her daddy did to me. I left her in the dark , bound and gagged for her daddy and mommy to discover when they arrived home. I was hopeful her Daddy would remember me now…

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Torture Sex Bound to Die

Torture sex was what this guy was all about, and Master knew all about these cruel desires and intentions of said client. Evidently this client paid him good for me after he “tasted me” at the party. The client Mr. Gallo had a very grave sense about him and how he never seemed to smile. I was dressed in a red low cut dress with a low back and fell open just above my knees. Silky back seamed nude stockings flanking my legs with some red leather stiletto heels.

Arriving to my date’s hotel I was ushered in the room and served a glass of wine. After a couple sips and small talk I was feeling faint. Attempting to get up was useless and before I realized what hit me I was knocked out cold. While I was out I had become the source of Gallo’s sick intentions. Mr. Gallo was slicing at my flesh and and he was filming this the whole time. He’d get hard at the sight of his blade drawing my blood as he marred up my pale flesh. 

I know what was happening as I was forced to watch the movie after I awoke and found myself bound to a chair in an severe anemic state. He laughed as he fucked me and sliced into my flesh as he went. Mr. Gallo continued to torture me as he fucked me and got rougher with each thrust in my cunt. As he became ready to cum he pulled out and rubbed his cock in my wounds and blood. Eventually cumming all over the cuts making them sting.

The night came to an end as I was hauled into the E.R where I received over a hundred stitches and a blood transfusion. 

False Heaven

Strangulation phone sexI watch you from the corner.  Slowly drawing on my cigarette.  I think you completely forgot I was there since you were so intent on finishing what you started.  It was a slow build at first, I wasn’t even sure you would go through with it.  You took a long time just sitting in the metal chair staring into your hands.  I finally had to tell you it is either now or never.  You stood up and removed your clothing.  I took your hand and lead you down the hall.  Before I opened the door you hesitated.  You started to say, “What if…: I placed a finger on  your lips to silence you while giving you a smile.  I told you that there was nothing to be frightened about.  This is what you wanted, this is what you needed, this is what you have desired for so long.  You nodded your head in agreement. 

I pushed open the heavy door and stepped to the side.  You looked at the pale thin girl on the mattress, she looked at you in return.  She said, “Are you the one who is going to take me to see my Mommy?”  I walked over and smoothed her hair down while telling her in a soothing voice that yes he was the one that was going to take you to see your Mommy.  I told her to tell you where her mommy was.  She looked up at you and said, “Heaven.”

I held out my hand to you and as you grasp it I held it tight, pulling you toward us.  I released my grip and walked over and shut the door.  You were beginning to get down onto your knees as the last of the light faded from the hallway.  I walked across the room as you started to kiss her, she didn’t like it, you didn’t care.

You looked at me through the milky white light that was cascading into the room through the window next to me.  I said, “Go on.”  You pulled your arm back to deliver a hard slap to her flawless face.  She screamed.  You struck her again until the screaming stopped.  I leaned back against the wall to light a cigarette, I watched as the tendrils of smoke lifted up into the darkness above. 

I could tell you had entered her from her frantic pleading and crying.  She kept telling you it hurt, this only made your hips thrust faster, pushing yourself into her further to the point where you could feel her cervix give way.  You were at the point that you are now.  Hands around her throat, her broken nails clawing desperately at your hands.  It won’t be long now.  I snub out the hot box of my cigarette with my high heel before walking behind you.

Her eyes are losing focus, your grip becoming tighter and tighter.  I can see her mouth opening and closing like a mute person calling out for a savior that will never come.  You reach orgasm just as her head rolls to the side.  I put my hand on your back and ask you if that is what you wanted.  You look up at me, sweat streaming down your face to say that you were surprised that I told her that you would take her to see her Mommy in Heaven and that she stayed in the room without trying to get away. You also stated that you were surprised you actually went that way with it as you only wanted to feel what a tight pussy would be like.

Before stepping out of the door into the dimly lit hallway I turned to you, smiling I said, “Oh that.  Heaven is the name of the bar her Mother is drinking at tonight, certainly it is not my fault you thought she meant the other Heaven.” I see the look on your face and I laugh as I leave you to your guilt.

A Surprise Gift

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He walked in with a huge smile on his face.  I knew he had done something.  He held up his hands and they were completely clean.  I was shocked, I have never seen him smile like this without there being some sort of Sadistic Act making him do so.  He sat down on my bed and tossed some panties at me.  They were so frilly, I almost laughed.  I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this.  It is true that I have sexy lingerie, but nothing like this.  This was up and up girlie attire.  I looked at them for a bit, then at him.  He tried to act innocent saying, “WHAT?”, but that smile was still playing on his lips.  I then thought he was just joking around with me so I started to joke back with him.  I played with the panties a bit then I just tossed them back to them.  I said, “Please get rid of those things.”

He made a big deal out of stuffing him back into his pocket while he acted sad that I didn’t want them.  I asked him why he was acting so weird.  He said, “Maybe if you don’t want the panties, you might want what goes in them.”  He got up and walked out of the bedroom.  I KNEW IT!  He had done something.

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He backed into the bedroom tugging on a heavy rug.  I asked him what he was doing, his reply was that he was going to show me what goes in the panties.  He pulled the rug over and unfolded it.  It took a minute for my brain to register what I was seeing.  There on the rug was one of the most messed up individuals I have ever seen in my life.  The breasts had been removed, one of the legs was torn away at the knee cap, and when it opened it’s mouth I could see the tongue was gone.  All the hair had been removed from it’s head.  I mean this was a bit shocking, even to me.  He said, “Go on, give it a little smooch.”  I laughed and said, “No thanks.”  He said, “Awww come on, at least blow it a kiss.” 

I laughed and blew the thing a kiss.  “Who is that? Or was that rather?” I asked him.  He said, “Does it matter?”  I laughed again and said, “No.”  He said, “I haven’t shown you the best part yet.”  He reached down, the thing started to make noise and try to wiggle away, he kicked it in it’s head.  It immediately stopped moving.  It wasn’t knocked out because I could see it follow his movement with it’s eyes.  He reached down again and pulled the rug completely away from it’s body, then grabbed the one ankle that was left and raised it up and back.

I immediately started to laugh hard.  I looked up at him and he said, “Go on.”  I placed my hand on the ankle that was sticking out of this thing’s ass and pushed on it.  It let out a scream, so I pulled it out, then shoved it again. I could tell it was in a lot of pain, but his cock was getting hard.  The more I fucked it’s ass with the detached limb, the harder he got.  He said, “Guess what else is in there?”  I knew right away that the other missing body parts were somehow shoved inside.  He said, “I packed them in there with the leg.”

Torture sexBoth of us spent the next ten minutes or so just violating it’s ass with the limb, we were laughing and enjoying ourselves.  Then he stopped and looked at me.  I looked back at him.  He asked me if I wanted to fuck, and by this time my pussy was in need of a good fucking.  I moved back to where I was and started to take off the rest of my clothes.  I didn’t have to tell him if it was a yes or a no, he could tell right away that the answer was a resounding yes.