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Virgin Christian Teen Tortured by Goth Teen and Fantasy Gang Raped

Goth teen phone sexMy sexy goth teen torturer, Morticia,  is having her fun with me. She lured me to her home by pretending to host a Catholic Bible study group, then knocked me out. Once I awoke, I was hogtied and nude. She came over to me and said I had to follow every order or I wouldn’t make it out alive. Her nails dug into my tits as she rubbed her pussy on my face and made me eat her cunt. I cried, begging her to let me go, so she choked my delicate neck, digging her nails into my throat until I bled. I told her I would be a good girl as her pussy juices filled my mouth. It’s too bad for me that she only enjoys watching me suffer.

She brought in six men to rape me, just as her mother had to her. Once 666 men had torn apart my pussy, throat and ass, my body completely trashed, she would enjoy slitting my throat as she sacrificed my body to become Satan’s cumslut. I scream that I’ll never give into the devil in between getting throat fucked, but even I know that I’ll be weak to her commands once the 666 men are done with me. I’ll willingly give myself over to the darkness.

Bondage Phone Sex is Fun, But Real-Life Bondage is Just Painful

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is fun for me. On the phone, it is just fantasy. Sometimes, I get so fucked up that I forget where fantasy ends, and reality begins. I think because I did a fantasy on the phone, I can do it in real life. It never works out that way. When I saw an ad for a bondage whore, I applied. I thought I could handle it. I needed the money for some fun money. Well, coke money. That is my fun money. The guy just wanted to photograph a woman utilizing his new bondage equipment. He is a designer of BDSM equipment. I would be helping him promote his new line. Seemed like the most legit gig of my life. It was not legit. He did make bondage equipment, but the ad was just a ploy to get a snuff sex whore for personal use. He did tie me up and take photographs. But it was what he did in between shots that had me wishing I had never seen his ad. He used a spider gag in my mouth so he could piss down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. He put a labia spreader strap on me, pulling my cunt lips apart so he could fist me. He did use lube but got his arm inside of me elbow deep. I felt that. He has a big arm. I thought he might pull my girl parts out with him. He was taking pictures, but I knew this was for his personal spank bank. He put me in his metal stockade so he could fuck me ass. He shoved his cock in and out of my asshole using one his new floggers on my back. My ass got a better work out than an ass rape porn star.  I got my money, but this bondage experience was nothing like a phone call. A call never left me bruised, battered and sore as fuck.

Blasphemy sex is forbidden but a Sissy loves anal stretching

Blasphemy sexI just humiliated a …S.I.S.S.Y… in front of everyone at Moraine State park. He always tells me how gay he is but then questions his sexuality in the same sentence… Like, he’s already had his cheeks spread and has 100% sacrificed his manhood… Obvi, he has a liking for Torture sex he likes having his asshole stretched stretched by BIG COCK. He literally, Frenched a guy and enjoyed it! Kissing obviously means he exchanged vibrations his felt the sensuality; his clit had to of tingled. How the fuck could he not self identify as Gay?! I decided to expose him… Under his slacks he hides daily; elastic garnets that stop right below his knee, attached to a garter set beneath his buttoned White collar. Nobody would ever know… Nobody does, well did! We met at a gala that was posted as an Online sissy training ad. I’ve always had a thing for crossdressers.

I brought him to a place where it seemed as if not many others were around and had him shoot for his portfolio.. He is on his path to becoming a transgender porn star in steamy Ass rape porn. This  day he was hiding a pink-bikini and a lace wig kept in a briefcase. I always am the one to do his makeup and fancy him up. He likes heavy makeup, the smoky eye sort of look. Sharp ruby red outlined lips.. and his eyebrows high-arched. He normally goes for a slutty blonde since his norm life he lives as a sophisticated tall and handsome brunette. I could hear others coming as they laughed and giggled to pass the way.. Soon to find my faggot friend, dressed like a total slut. That way he could feel the humiliation and the adrenaline rush. The actuality of everyone around him seeing him for his true self. He is not just a confused being; he needs to come out of his shell. His clit deserves to squirt. He should be proud of his nub. He has been stroking, talking and dreaming of the forbidden Blasphemy sex he secretly has with random men he meets on the internet.

Snuff sex is what what men need

I learned guys have to get Snuff sex sometimes, there is something inside you that you need to let out. Your normal life is just a mask to the monster that is deep inside. Your cock needs to be drained but you love violence. Normal sex is fake to you, that is why you take a slut and use them for your needs. Tying me up and beating me is just the beginning. You beat me so I can know I am at your mercy. As soon as you see blood your cock cant take it anymore you want to use me. I can see it in your eye. The look in your eyes tells me you are a monster and as I try to beg for you to let me live with my bloody mouth, you stick your cock deep down my throat. I choke and cough and it just makes you laugh and feel sadistic joy.

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That was it, time for your Rape phone sex fantasies. The blood on your cock lubed it up for my asshole. You stuffed my panties in my mouth and started fucking my asshole hard. You needed more, that is why you wrapped your belt around my neck and started pulling hard and harder. I felt my body losing its last breath as you filled my asshole with your thick semen load. I passed out and was limp as the last drop of cum went inside me. When I woke up I was wrapped in a carpet in an abandoned building. You thought you snuffed me.

Teen Sentenced to Death By a Thousand Hangings

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I can’t breathe!

I am hanging from the noose that you made for me. You watch me squirm and claw at the noose on my neck, you knowing that it is hopeless for me to try. As you watch me slowly lose consciousness and all the air in my lungs, you cut me down. I take a huge breath and hope that it is the end of my torture. It is not the end, of course. You have always had such fun with strangulation. Squeezing your hands around my neck was fun, but not satisfying enough to get you off. You like a bit of psychological torture with your victims as well. You like to watch me gain a bit of hope that I will live, before you set me up for another hanging. You’ll do this until I lose all hope, and hang from the noose voluntarily. From there, you can jerk off as you watch me writhe and wiggle on the rope before finally dying.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Dark Fantasies Seem Real with Me

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex is a secret fetish of mine. Most men who snatch up women, want girls, or maybe coeds. You know, fresh meat. But Max wanted a milf. I thought he was going to kill me or even worse, sell me on the black market for the sex trade when he snatched me walking home from the corner market. I had just gone to the store late at night for a pack of cigarettes. I sneak out at night when my husband and boys are asleep. This time, Max was waiting. He needed a milf whore for his dark fantasies. He had spotted me a few weeks ago and has been stalking me ever since. I just was not paying attention to my surroundings. He had a taboo phone sex fantasy he needed to act out, and I was his perfect prey. I fought and screamed, but no one heard me, or no one cared. He shoved me in the trunk of his car. I was so scared that I pissed myself. I was sober. I knew this was not some sort of dream or warped fantasy. I just got nabbed. I was pounding on the trunk from the inside. I felt like I was suffocating. Perhaps, I was. We got someplace where the car did not move for a long time. Eventually, he pulled me out of the trunk and dragged me by my hair across a gravel road. We were in some shack. Like a dirty, rustic old fishing cabin. It smelled like death. Maybe, I was going to die. Maybe, I was not the first woman here. He left me tied and gagged for what seemed like forever. Then suddenly, there were a bunch of other men in this cabin. They had their dicks out, and I heard one man say something about a milf gangbang rape porn. I was in trouble. I was sober. I was going to feel all of it. They sodomized me for hours. Fisted my fuck holes when they could no longer get it up. Some one filmed it. Another live stream, but this time not for my stepson. I was choked too, so I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next day naked in the woods near the highway. I was left to fend for myself and find my way back home.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Never What I Want to Do

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex is oddly popular. I am not into erotic asphyxiation. I do not wish to be strangled by anyone, but as a whore, I never get the choice of what I want sadly. I found myself in Chuck’s dungeon. That room is a nightmare for any woman. It is full of nasty instruments and equipment to torture a woman. He is the king of rough sex. I just wanted to share some blow with him. I did not want to die. I did not want my ass prolapsed. I did not want choked either. But guess what? He did all that and more. He was in a sick mood. I am okay with sick moods, but this was full on torture sex, and I was not high enough. At least my stepson gets me high before he ruins me. Chuck wanted me to feel the pain because he is sadistic. I am not a pain slut like many girls. I don’t want to feel a thing. I want to be so coked up that I am wondering what the fuck you did to me the night before.

Chuck tied me up to a bench in a contorted pose sure to give me joint pain and risk a fracture. I hate him with a passion, but I was desperate for coke. He is a last resort sort of man. While tied up on that bench he fucked my ass and choked me. I passed out a few times. I remember because I was fucking sober. I never realize how much rough anal hurts. I am usually so fucked up that I cannot feel the pain. This ass rape porn star remembers everything that happened to her in Chuck’s dungeon. Fuck my life, why did I have to go to him? I have huge purple marks on my throat from his hands. I have rope burns on my extremities. And do not even get me started on my asshole.

Ass Rape Porn Star Streams Live Her Anal Prolapse

ass rape pornI don’t always love being my son’s streaming ass rape porn star, but I love him. Plus, he has the best coke. He has been taking care of me for years. Sure, I must endure some abuse, but he always makes sure that I am high enough to not feel the pain until the next day. I love my boy. He had some primo coke last night and he wanted to share it with his favorite mommy whore. I did a few lines quickly to get my body in the right condition for his live stream. He had over 800 individual men watching and tipping for the show. I stood in front of the camera without a care in the world because I was high. High enough for the anal torture sex to begin. I shit out my asshole for him. I squat and grunt like I am taking a dump, and because my asshole has been used so much when I do that it pops out. I could hear the dings of payments as men watched my asshole prolapse. My son put a zip tie on it so I could not suck it back in. When he started fucking my prolapsed hole, the chimes were dinging nonstop with tips. But anal torture was not all that was happening to me. Things got physical. Very physical. My son loves the colors purple and blue, so he punched me a few dozen times. Nothing hard enough to break my sniffer or ribs, just hard enough to plump up my lips and turn me pretty colors. I felt nothing. I was high as a kite and enjoying the attention and quality mother son time. According to my son, I am 4-hole wonder. He wanted to fuck my pee hole, so he did. It is the tightest hole I have. Can you believe that? Sounding devices, fingers and eventually his cock went into my tiniest hole. Today, I can hardly move, and I cannot pee without crying, but I have enough coke to dull all the pain. My boy always gives me a brutal, but hot taboo phone sex call.

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Fantasy Phone Sex With Sadistic Sadist Aria!

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I’ll tell you what kind of porn I like, ass rape porn. That shit is intense, and I love every fucking minute of it. Watching as the guy or girl squeals in pain as they drive that enormous fucking cock into their asses is just tops. Seeing the pain written all over the victims face is so satisfying. Watching as blood pours out of their tiny little holes as they get stretched open is all the more fun and it turns me on like a fucking light switch.

If you didn’t know before, you definitely know now, I’m Aria and I am a Goddess of Sadistic torture. What does that entail, you ask? Just the suffering of those who call or those who want someone to suffer. If it bleeds, then I’m in. I am like one of those people on a ghost hunter show who is attracted to anything ghost related, except I’m less stupid and real. I’m probably the reason someone called them because I’m playing a satanic prank on a neighbor and they think their house is haunted, but its just me fucking with them.

I love fucking with people and their tiny little pathetic hearts. So, try your best not to fall for this goddess because it will only lead to one thing, your demise and utter heartbreak. I can’t tell you how much I fucking love fantasy phone sex, it is just tops talking about all of the peoples lives I’ve fucked up and all the shit I love doing.

Addicted to him

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I need a torture sex would be painful but when I got with him he told me he wanted me to be his pain whore.  My boyfriend at the time wanted to tie me up and use me with all his friends. Of course I had my reservations but I didn’t want to tell him that all I really wanted was to make him happy.  At any cost I wanted him to be content even if it meant that he was going to abuse me and make me bleed. The pain really gets to like he is King. Although I want him to or not hurting me I won’t stop if it makes him happy and gets that boner ready to pop out for me. You know I am addicted to him.