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Torture Sex Death

torture sexTorture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine.  I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.

Burning Love

Torture Phone Sex

Knives and sharp, metal objects hurt quite a bit, but being burned can be so much worse. I was tied up and gagged with my panties stuffed in my mouth, completely naked. He picked up a lit candle and started pouring wax on my nipples and stomach. I cringed at the heat scorching such sensitive areas. Had he left it at that, I would have been fine, but then placed the candle under the table I was strapped to. There was a small hole under my back, which was right above where he placed the candle. The heat rose and started to singe my skin, but I could not move away. He left this there throughout the rest of the torture, which blistered and bubbled my skin. Taking a cigarette lighter from a car, he branded my upper thigh. I screamed through the cloth gag of my panties. Tears streaming down from my eyes, he then took the cigarette lighter and pressed it hard onto my clit. My body went into a cold sweat from the pain as I cried and struggled. Pulling out a blow torch, he began drawing lines down my stomach with the fire. Never had I felt a pain so intense! I passed out shortly after. The worst part about burns? Well I don’t know about you, but for me, they get so much worse before they get better. He left me with months of peeling, blistered skin.

Can I Please Get In

Sadistic phone sexMy drug addict boyfriend makes me walk the streets and sell my pussy. If I don’t come home with a purse full of money he beats my ass. Please pull over and let me in your car. I’ll let you do anything to me, beat me, piss or shit on me. I’ll never tell you no. You can have any hole you want. Fuck me like you hate me. Call me a nigger bitch, I deserve it. Don’t send me home with money for my boyfriend. He’s so mean when he can’t get high. I promise I’ll be so good to you, if you pay to spend a little time with me. The last time I went home broke my man made me get naked and beat me with a thick leather belt. He whip me with that belt for over 20 minutes until he was out of breath, he left welts all over my body. I can’t go through that again.

Breeding GangBang Rape Porn

gangbang rape pornI was sold for a gangbang porn. I owed this guy some money. I fucked him, then jack rolled him because I needed a fix. He threatened to turn me in to the cops if I didn’t return his money. Well, I snorted it all up my nose. His response was that I better earn the money like a good little whore. He gave me the name of this kinky couple who likes to make sex tapes with dirty whores. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, so I agreed. They were pretty hot looking. They looked like any other upper class suburban couple. Looks can be deceiving. Kinky fucks. They got me high on crack. I’m a coke girl. Never done crack. I was so fucking out of it. That’s when it got kinky. I heard them say, come in boys, join the fun. Their sons joined us. I should not have been shocked. I fuck my boys. What was kinky was as the boys each took a hole of mine, daddy took turns fucking their asses, which pushed them deeper inside me. The wife was sucking their cum out of me and telling her boys to breed me like a whore. I was not on any protection, and they weren’t using condoms. Mommy can’t get preggers no more, so I was the sexual surrogate. When I tried to fight, claiming I was too old for little ones, they slapped me and strapped me down spread eagle. Daddy, all three sons, even the family 4 legged friend dumped their seed into my unprotected pussy. Multiple times too. My pussy was oozing so much cum my legs stuck together. They didn’t let me leave. I was their slave for a week. I got fucked multiple times a day, until they were sure I was likely knocked up. I am almost 40 and I just missed my period. Fuck my life.

Snuff Porn Cannibalism

snuff pornI don’t just watch snuff porn. I make it. I had fun recently making a cannibalism snuff film. Yeah, that is a thing. Lots of men fantasize about eating the flesh of sexy young women. Well, sometimes women fantasize about spit roasting men over an open flame until he is a nice golden brown. Spit roasting means two things: it is a gay term when a fag gets fucked in the ass and mouth at same time. In my dark world, however, it means barbecue. I invited some sexy female pals over the other night for my first official BBQ of the season. The main course was a pig from New York City. An investment banker who defrauded several of my good friends out of a lot of money with some bogus investment scheme. Stupid as fuck. He came over thinking I wanted to invest too. Greed was the death of him. I thought my friends might really enjoy having him for dinner; literally having him for dinner. When they arrived, he was naked with a spear through his ass and mouth, tied up over the fire pit. He was doused in a butter garlic sauce with some onions and potatoes adorning his body. You don’t fuck with my friends and get away with it. He got a piece of each of them when he stole their retirement funds, so I decided they should have a piece of him, inside of them. No one was shocked by the lengths I had gone for revenge. All girls secretly want a sick bitch friend like me. I started the cooking process. The flame was perfect. Our dinner browned evenly. He smelled delicious. He was going to feed us for weeks. Once he was thoroughly cooked, I cut of some rump off for us, but the main meal was his cock and balls. Way better than Rocky Mountain oysters. We drank wine, laughed over the fact that his final act was a good deed-feeding a group of friends. My first BBQ of the season was a success. Now, I just need to decided who my next pig to roast will be. Maybe, it will be you.

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Necrophilia phone sex in emergency use a friend…

Necrophilia phone sex

This guy I know only enjoys necrophilia sex…and I ended up helping him. He came over one night wanting to just hang out and chat. It was Friday night and we just sat and had coffee, but I started feeling strange. My head was fuzzy and I wanted to go to sleep. When I woke up I covered head to toe in plastic wrap. I was totally immobile and could only breathe with the small slit by my mouth and nose. My face and eyes were wrapped as well. I couldn’t even move my fingers; it felt as though each one was wrapped individually.
I started to feel myself being turned over. And after a bit of nothing I feel a sharp suddenly split in my ass and it keeps going harder and faster, he’s fucking my ass. I try to make a noise but my throat, where my voice box is, is taped tightly enough to constrict me from making any noise at all. I feel him cumming in my ass and then I am rolled over again. I don’t know how long passed by when I again felt I was being fucked, this time in my pussy. I could help getting wet, I was being fucked. I felt clamps on my tits being pulled too hard for me to take, I tried again to scream or yell but I couldn’t. I lost count how many times he fucked my pussy and my ass. He used me up really hard.
I woke up, said Thursday on my clock. I was in bed, naked, really sore ass and a really sore pussy. When I was finally oriented to my surroundings…I figure out it’s been 2 weeks. Holy fuck.

Kind Eyes, Evil Soul

Sadistic phone sexMy man is an abusive crack addict. He beats me for any little reason, especially if he can’t get high. But if he doesn’t have money for drugs he sends me out to walk the streets . He makes me sell pussy for money to buy crack. Last night he told me he had a great surprise for me. I got so excited because it’s been years since he’s brought me anything. But the surprise was that I wouldn’t have to walk the streets last night, he had a customer lined up for me. He drove me over to the customer’s house and left me at the front door. On the drive over he explained that this customer had paid big money and could do whatever he wanted. So my stomach was full of dread as I knocked on the door. A tall, thin man with kind eyes answered the door, but I learned later that those kind eyes hid pure evil.
“Come in sweetheart, it’s cold out here.”, he welcomed me inside.
He had me follow him to a back room and locked the door behind us. When he pulled his belt off and wrapped the handle around his hand, I knew what was coming and it wasn’t sex. He beat me for 10 whole minutes until he was out of breath. I crawled away from him into the corner of the room and curled up into a ball. I cried so hard and screamed so loud for anyone to help me.
“Shut up sweetheart, no one can hear your screams”, He calmly stated.
And then the beating began again.

The Perfect Victim

Sadistic phone sexIf my man doesn’t have any money to get high he sends me out to walk the streets. He makes me sale my ass for cash. Tonight he came home angry because he had an argument with a co-worker. He came home and went straight to his drug stash.
“Bitch, have you been giving my dope away?”, he yells.
He knows I haven’t gave his drugs away, he just wants a reason to beat my ass. I race upstairs to lock myself in the bathroom, but he’s faster and he pulls me back down the stairs by my hair. I tumble downstairs landing on my back, my head painfully hits the hardwood floor. I cry out in pain and beg for him to stop.
“Get your ass up and hit the streets!”, he yells.
I get up and head for the door. Every time I walk the streets could be my last. There are a lot of men more sadistic than my man. He doesn’t care that I could be killed, him getting high is more important than my life. Why don’t I have the strength to leave? Do I like being a victim?

Accomplice phone sex Torture of a Bitch

Accomplice phone sex

We took a woman hostage. She was young, maybe 20 and a real bitch, that’s why we took her to begin with. She was mouthing off to my friend in a line at the movies. We snatched her while the theater was dark. She was going to scream but the knife in her ribs made her think otherwise.
We got her to his house, stripped her and immediately shoved a butt plug in her ass. She was screaming and yelling to let her go and asking if we know who she is. Neither of us cared. He took each of her wrists and wrapped rope around them, they were attached to a pulley on the ceiling and he hoisted her off the ground with a nice jerk. She screamed as one of her arms was jerked upwards the wrong direction, dislocating it. He clamped her nipples with a dress pants hanger; they pinched so hard it looked like her nipples would come off. He did the same with her clit. She was endlessly screaming so he told her if she made one more sound other than ones she was told to make he would cut out her voice box.
He took out all his stress and frustrations out on her body. With a large wooden paddle he cracked her across the ass very hard many times. As her skin started to turn deep purple, his hardening cock would get even more visible through his pants. He took the clamp off of her clit and she made a half scream, but remembered his threat. He put cuffs around each ankle and hoisted them into the air. Her body suspended, face down, he quickly jabbed the knife into her throat cutting her voice box. He laughed, “That’ll shut you up you fucking bitch.”
The torture continues next time….

Taboo Phone Sex Whore

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is all I know. My life mirrors that of a taboo submissive whore, so I understand the kinky desires of men. My callers are not the only ones with dark desires. Many of the men I meet on the BDSM circuit have dark desires too. Henry seemed like a normal man. Well, he seemed normal for a dominant man. When I arrived at his house, we were not alone. There were several other women there, along with a bunch of men. When I asked, what was going on, I got slapped, restrained and gagged. It was clear this was a slave auction. I have heard about these things. Guys bid on whores for things like gangbang rape porn, even snuff. The highest bidder on a whore wins her the night. They go off into a room, maybe the girl comes out alive, maybe she doesn’t. I was hoping that the guy who won me wouldn’t be a sick bastard. He was rough, but he didn’t seem into snuff. I was tied up still. He had no interest in unbinding me. As he skull fucked me, I heard blood curdling screams from other rooms. I felt grateful that at worst, my ass would prolapse and I might puke on a cock. After being skull fucked until I indeed puked, I got sodomized. First by his cock, then his fist and finally a baseball bat. My ass was swollen and bloody, like a pacifier, it hung on the outside. I was battered and sore, but I know a gift when I get one. He let me live. Other girls at that auction were not so lucky. It could have easily been me screaming for my life. As I crawled out of the room, I got a foot to the back of my head. “Not so quick, whore. Did I say you were through yet,” the guy who brought me there said. I knew it was too good to be true.