Torture sex is all a worthless whore deserves. That is what every man tells me. Last night, I heard it from a woman too. A rather cruel dominant women who found out I fucked her husband. She set a trap for me, then when I arrived made it clear she was in charge because a cheating whore too dumb to know a set up doesn’t deserve any mercy. She tossed me on the couch. She was stronger than she looked. I hear rage can do that to a person. My hands were bound behind my back; my feet restrained. I was her captive. “You took something from me bitch; now I plan on taking something from you,” she seethed. I was scared. Women can be far crueler than men, especially women scorned. She started stroking my hair. I felt sick to my stomach. When I tried to beg and plead for forgiveness because I didn’t know he was married, she smacked me then put a spider gag in my mouth. I saw the scissors. I knew she was going to take my precious long blonde locks. A woman’s beauty is so tied to her hair. She did more than that. She cut my hair, shaved my head then carved whore on my chest with the scissors. Deep too. I started bleeding. I was helpless. My whore behavior put me in this position, along with my stupidity. I should have known he was married. Most men who want to fuck me are attached in some way or another. I was crying from the pain, but she was just getting warmed up. She lit a cigarette and put it out on my nipples. She poured alcohol into my wounds. But the worse thing she did was stab my cunt with her scissors. My pussy gushed blood. I screamed in pain. “I took your beauty and your whore instrument. Maybe you will think again bitch before you steal another woman’s man,” she said as she spit in my face. She warned me about calling the cops when she let me go. I knew better. A sick twisted scorned bitch like her would kill me next time.
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Torture Sex for a Cheating Whore
Peanut Butter Fetishes with Morticia
You would not believe what I just caught my fucking worthless piece of shit bitch boy doing tonight. He was making my favorite snack a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I caught him sticking his cock in and out of my peanut butter. And then I watched him spread his cock all over my bread and then rub his dick until he came into my peanut butter. He put the sandwich together with my favorite strawberry jelly and then he fucking brought it to me.
I asked him to taste the sandwich and he knew right then and there I knew what he had done. I don’t play with food I don’t appreciate somebody feeding me their fucking ball batter. So I made sure he would never ever cum in my sandwich again. I tied his fucking ass up butt naked in the forest right next to a big ol’ red ant Hill. His cock still had some fucking peanut butter all over and I left him there and listen to him scream for hours as those red ants bit and chewed on his worthless cock and balls. He will never ever fucking do that again.
Ass Rape Porn Punishment Served
Ass rape porn punishment served to a worthless whore that deserves every inch served. Invited down to play the victim in a gangbang rape porn I was certain I’d have a short lived part as I always get snuffed out right away. This time I play a submissive bride that gets used for the honeymoon.
The wedding party of guys got first dibs on taking my ass however they pleased. I was double penetrated, fisted and gaped. By the time the ten men took their way with I was gaped, sore, bloody and bruised, and this brought pleasure to my new husband. After all I vowed to obey and honor the wishes of my Husband and those of his friends. It is my pleasure to allow my husband’s pleasures to be indulged.
As the week long honeymoon drew to a close the abusive torture sex got more extreme. The likelihood that I don’t make it out alive is very clear.
Ass rape porn; how delightful…
I was given a new pet yesterday… not a furry pet but a human one. He was a wimpy little bitch with a whiny little voice and the smallest dick I have ever seen. Seriously, this thing was maybe an inch long, it looked more like a swollen clit than a cock. His former owner told me that all this little bitch did was whine and cry, that every time she would beat him he would just cry more and beg to be released. He was just a waste of space really, absolutely no one at all could deal with him but he knew too much about us to just let him go.That’s why he was given to me, I was going to be the one to punish him, torture him and eventually kill him. His death was NOT going to be an easy one either… he had annoyed me way too many times for that! We restrained him with his ass up in the air… we were making some ass rape porn so this whiny little fuck could live on in infamy online. I had the perfect strap on for this whore… it is 14 inches long, 4 inches thick and the whole thing is wrapped in razor wire so as soon as I slid it between his cheeks he started to bleed like crazy! He was trying to scream but he was gagged so all he could do was moan and cry and that bullshit certainly wasn’t going to make us stop, I kept right on reaming his asshole while his former owner wrapped a rubber band around his pitiful cock and balls. We were going to take his tiny little manhood away before we killed him, he was way too proud of that nasty little thing to be allowed to keep it in death. One smooth slice with the knife was all it took, his balls and cock were laying on the floor and he was bleeding out all over the floor…
My First Sugar Daddy and his Rape Fantasies !!
My First Sugar Daddy made me is victim to make his fantasy come true. This was when I learned if I wanted everything I dreamed of I would do as I was told and he would give me what I wanted. It works out great. My Sugar Daddy would torture me and force me anytime I wanted anything. So that was all the time. I wanted money to shopping he would tie me up and pour hot wax on my nipples and clit. Then he would take his 10-inch cock and a 12 in dildo and fuck my tight ass for hours on end. I got what I wanted and so did he. He would sneak into room throw my window and kidnap me and take me to an empty warehouse so he could do as he wanted with me and not one would hear anything. Once he got me in his van he would blind fold me and rip off my clothes and put on my collar and clams on my nipples. When we got to the warehouse he would lead me in with leash hooked to my collar I was blind folded so I never knew what was next. It was always something new he had every BSDM Toy you could dream off. He more he did to me the more thing I could get when he was done. He never took me back home when he was done with me he would just untie me and leave blind folded and leave what he thought I should on the table then he leave once he was gone I could take off the blind fold and get dressed if he left me clothes and then I would have to walk home. My Sugar Daddy new how to treat me. I bet you know how to treat me also why don’t we fine out .
Snuff Sex and Torture Sex is all I Deserve
Snuff sex is the only sex for a blonde bimbo. Look at me? Fake tits. Bleach blonde hair. Botox all over my face. I scream bimbo. I love a dominant man with an evil streak. I am not a vanilla girl friend. I am a freak on a leash wearing a collar with your name on it. David told me I was a worthless whore in need of some discipline. I tried to tell him that he didn’t need to break me in because daddy took care of that years ago. He punched me in the face making my nose bleed. “If you were so broke in bitch, you wouldn’t talk back. And you would only speak when spoken too,” he screamed at me. He scared me. Maybe I needed to be scared. Blood trickling down my face, he forced me on my knees to test my cock sucking skills.”Those swollen lips are going to feel good on my dick, whore,” he said with a grin as he began to skull fuck me. I accidentally nipped the ridge of his cock with my tooth as he was banging my mouth with such force. He shoved me off his cock, wrapped his hands around my throat and managed to pick me up like that. I felt like a bug he could easily squash. I am a tall woman too, but he was super strong and super mean. He tossed me against a wall. I fell to the floor.
I started to crawl away, but his foot kicked me back down. He beat my ass black and blue before pulling me by my hair to a rack. On a St. John’s board one is usually facing her Master, but he strapped me down so my back was towards him. Not knowing what was going to happened scared me more than seeing it coming. Torture sex came next. He whipped me like a slave on a plantation in Georgia in the 1800s. I could feel my skin tearing open, blood pouring down my back from my wounds. I pissed my myself before I passed out from the pain. I woke up in the hospital. No clue how I got there or how long I had even been there. The nurse said I was found naked in an alley bleeding but my boyfriend identified me and had been to see me daily. There were flowers next to my bed with a note that read, “Speedy recovery love, we have more games to play.”
Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Taboo Phone Sex Call
Castration phone sex is my favorite. Why? Because testicles are for winners. Let’s be honest here. If you read past the first sentence, you are not a winner. You are a loser with a tiny dick or a broke down dick or just a fucking moron who has no reason procreating. A real man would see the word castration and say to himself, “What the fuck,” and not read any further. Not you right? You are still reading this because you know you do not deserve your balls. You need a woman like me in your life who will not hesitate to remove your junk. I have a special place in my cold dark heart for losers who can admit their short comings and ask for help. It won’t make me not remove said loser’s balls, but I will do so more compassionately. You piss me off or fight me, your testicles get fed to the animals and you don’t get the benefit of a soldering iron. You can just bleed out.
My reputation for junk removal is well known in certain parts. Often times I get men sending me letters with pictures pleading for me to whack off their nuggets. Many offer to pay me for my time and service. Just last week, I gave Bob the chance to lose his balls for a small fee. He had been begging me for months. No money was ever offered up until he got in trouble with the law for exposing his little click stick to some young girls, who by the way laughed at him and snapped pictures they later posted on Instagram and Snapchat before calling the police. When I arrived at his place, I found him with a castration band already around his balls. They were turning blue and he was having difficulty talking. I put a ball gag in his mouth so his neighbors would not hear the screams. I laid a towel down underneath him as not to stain his carpet. And, I handcuffed him to a chair so he could not fight me.
I have lots of ways to take off nuts, but Bob was getting the compassionate service since he paid me $2,000. A grand a nut. I pulled his balls down and sliced at the skin being tugged away from his body by the band with my big blade. Blood splattered; Bob passed out and his nuts fell to the ground. I cauterized the wound, used some smelling salts to revive him, then left him his testicles as a memento . How you interact with me determines if your get the compassionate service or if you bleed out on your living room rug.
Sadistic Easter
You had to be sick to use a holy holiday to fuel your sadistic pleasures. Yet, that is exactly what you’ve done. For days you kept me locked in a cage suffering, giving only water and bread for nourishment. Occasionally, you would open my cage to feed your own pleasure. Once stuffing your cock down my throat, gagging me on each stroke, raping my throat hard and cumming deep in my belly. Another you pleasured me by eating my pussy, but only long enough to get me wanting and then leaving me without allowing my orgasm. Finally you take me out of my cage, only to punish me with the whip, lashes across my back and buttocks, laughing evilly as the skin breaks and my warm blood begins to spill. Yet, even with all that, you are still not through torturing me. Now I find myself hung on a cross – arms and legs spread eagle as I await your next punishment. How else will you use my poor beaten and battered body?Will I finally get release or will there only be more pain? And this is my Easter…
Make me your victim just like this !
I was at the local park jogging as I every afternoon. Yesterday was different I ended up going later in the day it was almost dark when I got there but that’s ok I grow up in the town and in this park. So I felt very safe there. When I parked my car there were a few cars in the parking lot so I know I was not alone. I got out and put on the headset and locked up my car,and headed over to the jogging trail. Once I got there I looked around me and did not anyone so I turned on my music and took off. The running trail was made of gravel and dirt about 10 miles long went around the full park in and out of the woods up and down hills. While jogging along the trail I kept hearing someone behind me but when I looked back no one was there. So my mind was playing tricks on me I guess. So that’s what I tried to tell myself my mind is just playing tricks on me. The more I jogged into the wood the darker it got. I heard someone running behind me so I turned to look. That’s when it happened I was hit upside my head and knocked down on the gravel road. I could not see anything all I knew was I had his weight on me holding me down to the ground.
I tried to yell but he covered my mouth with his big hand. He said if you want to walk away from this alive then you will do as your told. He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed my wrist and pulled me over into the woods. Once in the wood he bound my hands together and pulled out a knife cutting off my top with one slice then ripping off my bra and using it as a gag so I could not scream for help. I had tears running down my face he seemed to enjoy my crying. He used his knife to cut off my pants when he saw I was not wearing underwear he called me a slut and punched me in the face over and over the more I cried the more he laughed and get turned on. He said that right bitch you’re going to make my Rape fantasy come true. He pulled his dick out and pushed it hard into my pussy while putting both hands around my throat choking me I could not breathe I had a gag in my mouth his dick in my pussy and his and checking me out. The harder he fucked me the tighter his hands got around my throat. Before I knew it I started blocking in and out I could fill him in me and hear him but I could not more than the lights went out everything thing went black I just knew I was going to die right there in the park where I grow up. Not sure how long is went one I was blacked out. I wake up some time later and was not sure what all happened but in a way being his victim was a big turn on for me too. I really enjoyed being his victim in many ways he made my fantasy come turn also someone taking total control over me and doing any and everything that turns them on. Now I want to be your victim and make your Rape phone sex fantasies come true.
Sex with Dead Bodies: Fucking Dead Whores No One will Miss
Sex with dead bodies is something I have only heard about before. Honestly, I thought it was something that only happened with morticians and medical examiners. You know, people around dead bodies all the time. Last weekend, I was getting abused at an underground S & M club. I’m a pain whore, but I owed some money to a dealer who decided I could work off my debt with his friends. I had no clue what sick fucks they were. I was suspended from a rafter. Ball gag in my mouth. Hands and feet bound tightly, extremely tightly. I had a cattle prod up my ass which shocked me anytime I flinched. I heard awful noises. Blood curling screams mixed with what sounded like chainsaws or electric saws. The lights came on and I saw the carnage, which made me flinch a lot. I’m shocked repeatedly as I scanned the room seeing dead girls, dead dismembered girls being fucked. Men were paying for the privilege to fuck fresh dead meat. Most of the girls were limbless, just bloody stumps. At that point, I was scared shitless. I had never seen such a gruesome scene in my entire life. Was snuff sex in my future? I felt a hand around my throat, a cold hand. A voice whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry Blair, someone would miss you. We only kill runaways and street junkies. Whores no one wants anymore.” I felt guilty for feeling relived, but I puked on myself watching men cum in dead pussies. Would you pay to fuck a freshly killed girl? I was forced to watch the carnage for hours with the cattle prod in my ass. Crying, blinking, trembling, all made me flinch which shocked me. Pain pulsated through every vein in my body. I pissed myself repeatedly. When I was finally let go, I vowed to never do business with that dealer again, but then again, I am a junkie whore with few options left for free drugs.