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Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Turn Me On

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls turn me on. I love to help men with their dark fantasies. But as a sexy switch, I still enjoy some BDSM fun and rough sex. Sometimes, I meet a man like Trevor, who wants my help with some young brat and wants to fuck me roughly also. For me, the type of guy you are determines if you can be my accomplice only, or if you get to have some hardcore fun with me too. Men need a big dick for me to submit to them. And a nice wallet and good looks too.

Trevor seemed to be the entire package. Handsome. A great job that pays extremely well. And a 11-inch cock. A white guy with a huge cock. That’s a rarity even in the snuff porn world. We met on the dark net. A simple chat room discussion, had him on a plane flying to my state in no time. He wanted to meet the evil mistress who promised him a tight young pussy for a fee. He came with bags of cash, so I had no doubt he was the real deal. Not a poser.

As a Sexy Switch, Your Cock Size, Wallet Size and Looks Determine if You Can Dominate Me or Not

But before we got to kidnapping some teen whore for his wicked fantasies, he wanted to fuck me. Been a while since I let a man dominate me like that. But I will admit, I missed it. He tied my arms behind my back and put me in the downward dog position so he could fuck me from behind. He told me I had a perfect ass. And he wanted to destroy it.

My threshold for pain has dropped in the years I have been more of an accomplice than a slave. So, when he treated me like an ass rape porn star, I screamed in pain after one thrust. I felt disappointed in myself. I used to take violent abuse daily and maintain a smile to beg for more. Now, here I was getting violated anally and bitching about it hurting.

We got in a grove though. And after we both came, we got on the dark net to bid on a trafficked girl to destroy. We pick her up tomorrow.  And I cannot wait to be the one inflicting pain instead of receiving it again.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Is Wicked Fun

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Kidnapping phone sex always gets me hot. What could be better than having some motherfucker wrapped up in a burlap sack, mouth duct taped and bound? I don’t even bother to take the tape off their hands and ankles because The Pimp of Pain likes it that way. If I’m what he considers too lenient or nice, it’s my ass, if you know what I mean. So, I remove the sack and let them squirm like fish on a hook. That’s when he comes in with his big fucking thirteen inch dick ready to fuck the shit out of them. I get the cattle prod because that’s what I’m there for. A zap on the fuckin’ cunt or balls always get them screaming. Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra nasty, I put it in a pussy or asshole and fuck them first while pop jerks off over their faces. He really loves to start pissing all over a wiggling body and tell them that nobody’s coming for them. All the pathetic losers can do then is cry. I enjoy the shit out of fileting an ass and ramming the prod deep up into their guts and smelling the burning flesh. Damn, maybe next time pop will let me use the spiked strap-on ’cause this has me all wet.

Taboo Phone Sex on Black Friday Gaped My Asshole and Cunt

taboo phone sexBlack Friday for me turned into a taboo phone sex nightmare. Although I told my family I was going Black Friday shopping, I really went to score some coke. My regular black dealer appeared to be enjoying a party when I arrived. And his big black burly friends looked at me like a piece of candy. Marcus seemed to be in a mood to make me earn the coke I wanted. Over the holidays, I just need more than usual. So, just fucking him would not suffice as trade.

He wanted me to service all his friends in a mass gangbang. I counted like 30 big burly black men who no doubt had matching big burly black cocks. Black men go rough on a white woman. And I do not enjoy being savagely fucked. But I needed coke. A desperate woman with no way to buy coke cannot choose who to fuck when she needs a fix. So, I was at Marcus’s mercy. If he wanted a gangbang rape porn star, he would get one.

Nothing Stretches My Holes Out More Than Big Black Cocks

So, I snorted some lines of coke off his big black cock and prepared myself for my largest gang bang yet. Some of the cocks that ravaged my pussy and ass felt like forearms penetrating me. My dealer’s posse did a number on me. Three cocks in me at once most of the time. But sometimes they double penetrated a hole stretching it out more than either son did when I birthed them.

My holes looked like caverns when they finished. But they did not finish quickly. Black men have better stamina. So, they fucked me for hours. Pulled my hair, slapped me and choked me too. All I could do was take it because if I did not, I would get no coke. And I needed coke. My ass took the brunt of those big black cocks. Two white dicks in my ass no problem. But two big blacks cocks in my ass gave me a glimpse into the world of an ass rape porn star. If I thought my son prolapsed my asshole, I had not seen anything yet.

After they finished cumming inside me, Marcus gave me my coke and sent me on my way. I am home now, partying as I sit on a bag of frozen peas.

Giving thanks as I make a meal out of your family Jewels

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex has me being very thankful to make a meal out of your family jewels. You wouldn’t think that I could hide dick and testicle meat and a nice sweet potato pie. But I can, And I plan to have your family eating parts of you unknowingly this Thanksgiving. 

Besides we all know that you are time with your balls in your cock has come to an end. All you really need is a permanent catheter they drain the piss out and you can live along healthy life. But there are other options to just losing your balls and pieces if not all of your cock. 

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I could stop at mere Castration phone sex that one be as much finest killing you. Dissecting you what the finest medical scalpels and suturing you up after I made long deep cuts. Are you still can enjoy your Thanksgiving now I will shove cranberries in your belly than sew it back up? And when that turkey is too big for your asshole I’m going to have to cut open that ass cavity.

Oh yes I could just drop at having her family eat your mutilated genitals hidden discreetly in pies and desserts. But then I went and get to play with all my fancy medical equipment. And I know how much you love my statistic Medical fetish phone sex!

Tonight we feast on your flesh and give many  thanks to the victims who get us off!

Teen Rape Porn Stars Need Stuffed Like Turkeys, Maybe Even Snuffed Like Them Too

teen rape pornThis Thanksgiving, make sure you order yourself up a hot teen rape porn. You know after being around all those little cock teasing family members, you will need some release. And I am here for that release. Don’t let a cock teasing niece or 3rd cousin or daughter ruin your day. We can make it better by finding you a surrogate little whore to fuck.

Holidays and big sporting events like the Superbowl provide men like you with trafficked girls. I mean every day whores get bought, sold and rented, but those days it’s done tenfold. And I have access to all sorts of young, trafficked girls through my former master’s underground brothel. He has girls for his own personal rape phone sex fantasies like I used to be until I bought my freedom by bringing him new meat. We all age out for him eventually.

After Thanksgiving, Lets Stuff Some Young Cunt Together

He owes me some money right now. He hit a financial problem when the feds froze his assets following a criminal investigation. But he will not get found guilty of any wrongdoing because he stays clean. Girls like me always did his bidding. So, I made him a deal about the money he owed me for the last girl I kidnapped for him. If I found a man like you, I could get a girl or two for free. Of course, I still make a profit because you pay me. I just do not need to pay him. And you get to select the little whore of your choice. And I get all the profit.

So, what do you say? Are you game to put all that energy and aggression to good use? Take out your sexual frustration over the cock tease at Thanksgiving on a surrogate young whore? And to sweeten the deal, I will film it all for you. This way you have your own teen ass rape porn to beat off to every day. And my former master will let you snuff a girl out too. So, I think you should look for me after your Thanksgiving meal so we can enjoy stuffing some young cunt.

Snuff Porn Before the Holidays, No Thank You

snuff pornHe wanted to make a snuff porn. But I did not. This was not even a desperate move I made for coke. For once, I had plenty of coke thanks to my dealer and my stepson. During holidays, I require more fuel. But I went out to party. I wanted a couple drinks and maybe some dirty dancing. However, I found myself bound and gagged in the back of a car. And I had no memory of how I got there.

One moment I am dancing on a pool table doing shots, and the next, I am in the back of an old station wagon. When I woke up, I felt hazy. Although I drank a lot of booze, it felt like someone drugged me. The guy driving was not even in the bar. At least I did not remember him. So many questions I had. But I could not ask any with a ball gag in my mouth.

For what felt like forever, we drove down desolate roads to some house that appeared abandoned. This trip felt like a nightmare. And it was. Some random dude saw an intoxicated milf stumbling to her car and took advantage of the situation. And I did not know if he had killer or just rape phone sex fantasies. Turned out that he had both.

Even When I am Not Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

He dragged me out of the car by my hair. And across a lot of gravel to get inside. This place felt so creepy. But then so did he. I saw all the torture devices he had. And my stomach told me I might die. Although I did survive, I endured a lot of pain. He beat me up, breaking some ribs. But that made me wondered if he was one of my stepsons friends or subscribers. He flogged me, choked me and beat me. But that turned out to be his foreplay.

He fisted my ass and cunt to loosen my holes up for his impressive cock. If I did not feel like I might die any moment, I might have enjoyed his cock. But since I knew he had that killer phone sex instincts, all I could do was lie there lifeless and scared. By the time he passed out, my body felt so broken, I was not sure I possessed the strength to escape. But, when I saw his coke on the coffee table, I found the strength I needed for a daring escape.

I broke free from the rope because thanks to my stepson breaking so many bones in my body, I am now double jointed. So, I crawled to the table, snorted all his coke and suddenly I felt like super woman. I ran through the forest as fast as I could until a hitch hiker picked me up and took me home.

Cora’s Conundrum: A Tale of Mostly Consent

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Howdy, perverts! It’s Cora Takayama, that kinky little kitty you’ve been searching for.

I’ve got a thing for dominance, a real kinky streak that needs satisfaction. Some might call it a problem, but fuck ’em. I love it when you treat me like the filthy cum bucket I am. Roughly grabbing me, tying my hands, and dragging me to the bed like a physical manifestation of your wildest dreams. Once pinned down, you assert your dominance further—buckling me like a precious baby deer, leaving me vulnerable to your salty pecks. But the best part? The mind-blowing moment when you thrust violently into my cunt is pulsating pit stop. Pound me senseless, leave me breathless—your brutal incessant thrusts will have me seeing stars. Tearing off my clothes, you expose my sensitive nipples, delivering sharp tingles with each nibble. This power play leaves me helpless—a delicious athletics of total submission.

So, super sleuths, go find these helpless victims like me—tie ’em up and give ’em a good old fashion ass whooping.