Don’t you love taking a sweet and endearing symbol and twisting it into the most evil and sadistic thing you can imagine? Who doesn’t like clowns? Not many people. Sure there are a few that have a phobia but most younger people love clowns and thus the idea was born. We got a van. On the out side it looks like a regular clown van. It’s painted in fancy colors and even has a clown nose on the bumper. The inside is lined with sound proof panels and there is a divider behind the front seats for privacy. This isn’t your average clown van. You won’t find one of these in the circus and my friend and I are not your every day clowns. This van is a mobile torture chamber. We have almost anything you would want to inflict pain upon another. We are not here to make you laugh and smile. Our goal is to make you cry and scream and beg for mercy. Screams that no one will ever hear. Mercy that you will never see. Unlike the clown mobiles in the circus where all the clowns pile in and then pile out. In our van once you come in, you will never get out. We are just clowning around town and introducing all the wee ones that are curious enough to get close to their nightmares. Won’t you join us?
Category: Bondage phone sex
A tortured night
Nothing is drive my desire than unbridled sex. I get off more with a good dead stiff. I used to cruise the scanner looking for perfect accident scenes where I could catch a glimpse of a dead fuck. As time passed my mind became more creative and needed my own fix . I wanted to see what it was like to have someone die by my own hands. So I plotted and thought out the most despicable plan to torture my victims.
it started off I would cruise around looking for lost souls that needed warmth and guidance. When I had them in my grasp I through my plan into action. I would drug them till they were floating in and out of conciseness where they were just of the brink of going into the light. That’s when I could just push them over the edge with a injection of sodium chloride and continue on my feat.
Do you think you can hold up to my desires of drunken dead men and rough sex? Come join me in my journey of sex with dead bodies.
Gangbang Rape Porn with Cassandra
Gangbang rape porn is what was in store for me today. I was at a party, sipping on fruity drinks, dancing with a bunch of studs . That was what I last remembered. I woke up in a dungeon. At first I saw no one, heard nothing. It was dark and damp. I was tied up with a gag in my mouth. Then suddenly there was a white strobe light flashing. I could see shapes. Then out of nowhere, a creepy mother fucking clown reared its ugly head right in front of me. Scared the crap out of me. I HATE clowns. He grabbed me by my throat, dragged me to another part of the dungeon. Forced me to look at the dead bodies hanging from the ceiling like sides of beef. He looked at me, lifted me up off the ground where I was trembling, and said, “This is what happens to bad little whores who don’t do what I say.”
I still had no clue what was in store for me, but at this point I would have done anything to not end up dead, mutilated and hung upside, wrapped in plastic in some unknown dungeon where no one would ever find me. “Do I have your attention now, Slut?” he quipped at me. “Yes, I will be a good whore, just let me live,” I replied. He then dragged me to yet another part of this huge ass dungeon that looked like a studio. There were cameras everywhere. Bondage equipment. A about 100 naked well hung men. One chick and a 100 men. This did not look good for me, or my ass and cunt.
Creepy clown fancied himself a porn director. Director of Bound Gangbangs Productions. I guess it was a disguise so I would not be able to identify him. He told me he hoped I liked things rough because he was going to make me the hottest thing in ass rape porn. He tied me spread eagle to a work out bench. The men gathered around me, cocks out. They just shoved them in my mouth. I was gagging. So many cocks, I could barely breath. I was being choked by cocks, skull fucked. My mouth was being gangbanged. When they started cumming, I was choking on cum. Drowning in it actually. They didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. They started fucking my cunt and ass. Sometimes shoving 6 or 8 cocks in a hole at a time. I felt so humiliated. I was in pain. Could feel my ass gaping open, cum running out of me. The camera was rolling. Pennywise behind the camera. I felt like I was being anally tortured by the Insane Clown Posse.
My holes were cum drenched, gaping open, swollen, even bloody. My ass was prolapsed. I had been bound and gangbanged for an underground porno. But I survived. Creepy clown director let me live. Dumped my battered, cum filled body in an alley like garbage. “Garbage belongs in alleys,” is the last thing that clown said to me.
HURT ME GOOD!
I was in need of some pain today! I’m not sure had taken over me but I need a hard spanking and an even harder fuck! I wanted my pussy to be puffy by the time I let go of my last nut. I needed nothing but pain today, I can take it! I was past due for my monthly pain session anyway. My regular hadn’t bothered to come satisfy me and I was almost stuck in a rut until he finally showed up whip in hand ready to torture me! Desire was running all through me the moment I saw him. I just knew he was going to punish me good and put me right on my back. what
He started by kissing me hard, he must have known I missed him because he grabbed my throbbing pussy and twisted my clit, IT HURT SO GOOOOD! He wasted no time, immediately opening his bag and pulling out some leather restraints for my big tits, he wrapped each tit up so my nipples were popping out with need. I couldn’t wait for him to beat them with his leather whip! He ties my nipples up with clamps that had little weights on the end and the pain made my pussy throb even more. HE knew how much I enjoyed nipple play and he was taking me over the edge to make up for lost time. My nipples were so red and tender by the time he brought the whip around, he was pounding on them with his thick whip, making me scream out! Holding onto the clamps on my nipples he stuffed his thick cock inside me and pumped my pussy hard. He must have missed me as much as I missed him because he came right inside my pussy which is something he never does. I was still lost in desire, hanging there with a numb pussy when he packed his bag and headed right out the door.
Torture Sex with Venus: If You Can’t Use It Properly, You Shouldn’t Have It
Do you like torture sex? My dirty p step daddy sure doesn’t, but I do. My mom married a man when I was young who preferred my body. He crawled in my bed nightly for over a year, until my mom finally believed me and kicked the bastard to the curb. Now that I am older, and have a penchant for inflicting pain and snuffing out worthless bastards, I looked him up. Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. I knew he would take the bait and meet me for old time sake.
As soon as he arrived, I gave him a glass of whiskey, his favorite. I slipped a roofie in it to knock him out. He woke up, tied up and horrified at what he saw. Two other men who had wronged me sexually from my past, bound and gagged, with mutilated dicks. I am a firm believer that if you don’t know how to use it, you should not have it. Going to force your cock on an innocent girl, I’m going to destroy it, very painfully too. I cut the worthless pecker off this guy who groped me and other girls on the subway. Chopped it clear off and enjoyed the blood splatter. Oh and his agony. He got it easy. I tossed his cock on the ground, trampled on it with my spiked heels, then fed it to a stray dog, with a smile on my face the entire time. I went over to dear old step daddy and asked him if he was enjoying the show.
Next up on the torture train was a school teacher who was once fond of flashing his junk to little girls. I shoved a scalpel down his urethra and twisted it. I attached a shock device to his balls that sent painful electrodes through him every time he moved. With a sharp instrument twisting inside his pee hole, being still was not possible. He was screaming, thrashing about. I was wet between my legs seeing the blood, knowing his pain. Knowing he would never piss the same way again, let alone fuck again. Got even wetter knowing my evil step daddy was pissing his boxers in fear, knowing his worthless cock was next.
For him I used a Victorian torture device called a Jugum Penis. Essentially it is a bear trap for a worthless cock. I slapped it on his cock, then sat on his face knowing my sweet cunt smell would get him hard. Despite his fear, regardless of the carnage he had witnessed, he still got hard like a nasty p daddy does. Once I heard the snap and the scream, I hopped off him so I could enjoy the bloody mess that use to be his junk. That Jugum device shredded his dick. Even smashed his testicles. Eviscerated his whole junk. His nuts forever busted so at least he would never procreate. I was going to cut it off like I did with bachelor #1, but I wanted to leave him scarred and ruined for life. I wanted his mutilated, tortured cock to be a constant reminder of his bad deeds.
I love torturing worthless cocks. Men who can’t use their peckers responsibly should not have them. Do you know how to use your cock properly or do I need to torture your penis, maybe even castrate you?
You Lied to Me
I should have known that you were too eager to hire me to house sit while you were out of town. My folks told me that you were leaving town for three weeks and I could make a hundred bucks just by bringing in your mail and watering your plants once a day. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept the offer, so I said okay. I met you at your place to get the key and just the way you were looking at me gave me the creeps. You didn’t have any qualms about looking me up and down, and brushing my hand a little too long when handing me the key.
The next day, when you had supposedly left for your trip, I headed over to water the plants. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I had the weirdest feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck was standing on end. I kept telling myself I was being silly, but I didn’t feel like I was alone. I went to the kitchen to fill up the pitcher, and i could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I stopped to listen, but heard nothing else. I made my way back into the living room to the plants and began to water them.
Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and wrestled me to the floor. You had never left – it was all a ruse to get me here alone. You overpowered me and there was nothing I could do. You kept saying things like this is what I get for walking around the neighborhood like a little tramp and that you were going to show me what happens to dirty cum whores like me. Before I knew it, you had me hog-tied and gagged on your couch and were jerking off above me.
The things you were saying told me that you had been watching me for a long time. You had finally decided to make a move and I knew instinctively that you were going to hurt me. What scared me even more was that you never once mentioned me not telling anyone. I began to wonder if you were going to snuff me out. You began running your hands all over my naked body, and I cringed at your perverse touch. Your skin felt so rough against mine and your cock was dripping with cum as if it were drooling.
You knew my parents wouldn’t be looking for me, and that you had all afternoon to ravage my body. You did just that. You put your hard cock in all of my holes and never stopped berating me with your words. After hours of being fucked brutally and told what a little teasing whore I was, I began to believe it and my pussy responded by cumming all over your hard cock. Who knew that you, the neighbor who always gave me the creeps, would be the best fuck I ever had?
Cutting daddy off !
Well I’m so fucking tired of this holiday season, this damn family shit is for the birds.
Just last night, my father was so busy being drunk he didn’t even know mom slipped out to get a quick fuck from the new neighbors. I don’t feel sorry for the pathetic fuck. He’s been nothing but a fucking drunk and done nothing for this family. All he ever does is drink, every holiday down the hatch. Now he’s turned mom into a fucking cum slut with the neighbors. Tonight I’m going to solve the problem. I will wait for him to drift off into a drunken sleep. I will sneak in with my strategy.
The night is quiet mom is next door the time is right. Hatchet in hand I slip in quietly. There he lay rhythmic snoring because of the booze. He’s not going to know what hit him. I grab mom’s soft satin pillow, slide it over his face. He wakes up violent shaking. Its ok daddy I will help you sleep. He wakes and pushes me off and I fall to the floor. I regain my stance, he’s in no position to fight me. I’m able to push him back down with the pillow. He’s such a drunken bastard. He tries to fight back but he’s to tired and drifts off to an unconscious state. Now I bring my plan into action, he doesn’t even flinch at the first slice. I get up a big blow and whack his worthless dick off, I mean mom’s fucking another men. Why does he need it? The blood pours out. Soaking the sheets and bed, I put the pillow I used to suffocate him over it. I stare at his dick on the floor thinking of how noble I feel at the task I have completed. Though the time is getting late and I’m covered in blood I must retreat to my room before someone discovers what I have done. I must clean up and compose myself. If you can think of an alibi don’t hesitate to call.
My Planned Escape
Journal Entry
It has been a hard few weeks. I can’t see my family I’m held as their humble servant. I’m still their money train so until I quit producing they won’t allow me to leave. I cry and whimper so much I want to escape, maybe with dinner tonight I can conjurer up something to help.
Tonight’s dinner consisted of breaded tenderloin and a baked potatoes. I been losing weight, I can’t eat with the plastic utensils they provide me. At this moment I stood my ground if you want me to eat, I need proper fork and I need something to cut this with. They must have been preoccupied because I got a real fork and a steak knife. I thought to myself at last maybe I can get free. I sat and ate feeling accomplished, and planning my departure. I can’t help but to feel tonight is the night. After I ate and performed their meagerly tasks they have me do, I put my plan into action.
I sneak up behind one of the captors and apply the knife they left me to their neck. I apply pressure leaving serrate marks, demanding they let me go. He rises with me, knife still firmly in place. At a flash of second he slams me against the door frame. The force is so strong it dislodges the knife from my hand and falls several feet away. I am hopelessly lost.
Next thing I feel is sharp pain in my gut, and fall to floor. I awaken on a cold steel table, the lights are bright I feel this immense heat near my feet. I see through blurring vision one of the captors coming toward me with a glowing object. I hear them whisper in my ear, you will never be free you are ours. Your body and soul belongs to us, this is just a reminder that you are just merely property. My skin starts to burn. The pain is intense, with that I become incoherent of my surroundings and drift off.
I awaken some time later, to smell of burnt flesh. Its smells raw and scorched. I try to roll but can’t the pain is too intense. I look down to see I’ve been branded with the word lackey. How can this be? The last thing I remember was lying on a cold steel table. I gasp they branded me my memory came flooding back. They have no intention of ever letting me go. The knife was my last attempt I am theirs forever.
Venus’s Capitve Caged Beauties for Sale
You would be surprised at how much one can get for human flesh. I’m not even talking sex trafficking here. Men from all walks of life will pay top dollar for females of all types and ages. Some keep women as pets, some as servants, of course a few for sex slaves, but where I make my big money is selling women for nourishment. Not everyone who likes the taste of human flesh is some crazed killer like Hannibal Lector or Jeffrey Dahmer. Many are just normal, middle to upper class men and women who have a sophisticated pallet. I cater to that niche in female human flesh.
I have a very in depth selection process. I was trained by Rick, an expert in let’s say the fine dining experience. I stalk my commodities at length. I look for women with meat on their bones. You know, the kind that can provide proper nourishment. The women I hold captive need a certain amount of body fat to sustain others. Before I take a woman captive, I need to know she is healthy and natural. By natural I mean no Botox, no plastic surgery, no silicone breasts, no perms or hair dyes….Real woman taste better. I specialize in organic, all natural meat.
So once I capture my women, I cage them. Yes, I know they are not free range, but can’t have them escaping. So yes they are captives, but I treat them very well. They each have their own cage and I feed them a high fat, high protein diet. Lots of yummy cornmeal shakes. Some of them need fattened up a bit. I bathe them daily, strip their bodies of any chemicals. I love them like a farmer loves his cows and pigs. My captives are precious commodities to me. I don’t beat them; bruised flesh does not get top dollar. They bring me top dollar, so of course I am going to treat them well.
I have a showing two times a week to potential buyers. They are always so impressed with my selection and how healthy and plump and natural my captives are. Now, I assume my buyers know how to cook flesh, but for an extra fee, I am happy to give a cooking lesson. Thanks to Rick, I have learned all about proper seasoning and filleting. I have even acquired a taste for flesh. Think about it. The world is over populated. So much poverty, so much starvation in the world. I am simply helping to conserve resources and feed people, while making a good living.
My newest captive is my mother. She has some flesh on her bones, so I know she will taste yummy. Plus, I’m tired of her nagging me. Every holiday it is the same thing, when am I going to make her a grandmother. Never bitch. I’m not fond of little ones. And , I am not fond of you. But soon , she will be some one’s dinner, and no longer a nuisance.
If you have a woman problem, perhaps I can help. I have clients who will pay top dollar for premium flesh. And if you have say some bargain meat, well I can get rid of that for you for free. Cheap sluts grind up nicely and make good feed for the pigs I slaughter to fatten up my captives. Come shop at my warehouse. I am sure I have the perfect woman for whatever your purpose: dinner, sex slave, servant, pet, or even torture doll.
There Is No Way Out
They were a fine looking couple, so in love. Ready to start their life together.A holiday wedding, what a novel idea. Too bad they got a flat tire right after the ceremony all dressed in their wedding attire. Of course I stopped to help the newly weds. Well actually I stopped to help myself to the newly weds. her beautiful gown and his fine tux are nothing but tattered shreds laying in a heap on the floor. She is still in her panties and guarder, he is stripped bare. They are in my basement handcuffed and chained and waiting for their fate. I imagine the reception is long since over since the bride and groom never showed up. The smiles are gone, replaced by tear stained cheeks and fear filled eyes. Other then stripping them and holding them captive, I haven’t begun to torture and torment them. That is going to be my New Year Celebration. I have kept them fed these last few days, but other then that they have been kept in the dark. I have spent countless hours out of site fucking my pussy while I listen to them alternate between talks of their love, hopes of escape and contemplating what will become of them. The uncertainty and fear in their voices, the desperation increasing with each passing hour simply serves to make me want to have my way with them sooner then tomorrow. But I will wait patiently and hold them captive until tomorrow night. As soon as the sun goes down I will begin to celebrate a new year and when the clock strikes midnight they will take their last breath together. I will make sure they keep their vows, till death do us part. What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!