It started out as bondage phone sex. I love being tied up. I have supported my coke habit with fetish modeling for years. I thought this was just another fetish model shoot. When I arrived at the site, I was greeted by a guy. We were alone. This was clearly not a set like I was expecting. I asked about payment. He said I would be compensated well if I was a good whore. I told myself this was just some pervert with money. I looked at myself as an escort for the evening. He was paying me to explore his rape fantasies. I wished it had just been that once it was over. He wanted some sort of contortionist sex. He had me bound tight and in all sorts of poses that were unnatural for my body. Honestly, I thought he might break my spine in some of the positions he forced me in. He was more than a kinky pervert. He was a masochist and I was his paid whore. I had to endure the snuff sex or be killed. Once he couldn’t cum any more, he started fucking me with objects. Large blunt objects that stretched out my ass and my cunt. Large objects that bloodied my fuck holes. He just laughed at my stupidity for agreeing to meet a stranger for money. I know I was dumb, but he seemed legit. I needed the money for coke. I wasn’t sure I would be released, but I was after a few hours.He told me he couldn’t kill something he enjoyed so much. He took lots of pictures of me bound and bloodied. I watched him put the pictures in some photo album. Twisted spank bank I guess. He gave me cash and told me he hoped to work with me again soon. Not if I can help it.
Category: Evil phone sex
Lesbian Torture Sex
My dad has a new girlfriend and she is just as sick and twisted as he is. She loves force fucking me and torturing all of my holes by jamming the biggest thickest items she can find inside of me. Last night she put a belt around my neck and choked me as she fucked my ass with her enormous strap on cock. Each time she thrusted into me, she pulled harder on the belt until I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was going to die. I passed out and when I came to, her and my dad were both double penetrating me.
She loves to abuse me in other ways too. Putting cigarettes out on my body, using me as her toilet and forcing me to drink her piss. She pierced my nipples herself with a rusty needle and when she feels that I’m not respecting her properly, she likes to grab my sore nipples by the ring and twist them as hard as she can until it feels like she might just rip them out.
I’m terrified of her. I’ve never met a woman who is sadistic and evil as my dad. I don’t know what she has in store for me next.
Bloody Phone Sex Halloween
Bloody phone sex fun is in order for Halloween. At the stroke of midnight, I packed up my knife collection and went hunting for little ghosts and goblins. I got lucky that a house in the next country was having a party. There were adults and littles ones dressed up. I was the party crasher. Dressed like Michael Myers, I stormed in the house with my hands armed with big butcher knifes. I move faster than Michael Myers. I started slashing away at flesh. Old flesh and tender flesh. The younger ones bleed faster and their blood smells sweeter. Bodies were hitting the floor fast. Blood was pooling round my feet. The smell of fear and death is intoxicating to me. I tortured women in front of their husbands. I dismembered little ones in front of their parents. I fed the family dogs a nice steak to keep them away. I am not a total psychopath. I didn’t harm the pets. It is humans I find annoying, not animals. It was hard to believe that one short bitch could kill 12 people so easily. It’s all in the element of surprise. They were not thinking they would be slaughtered like snuff porn stars in their own home. They were likely intoxicated too which would have slowed their reactions. Sure, I was channeling all my bad ass serial killer energy, but it was super easy to slaughter a group of folks at a time. Normally, I am a spree killer versus a mass killer. A kill multiple folks over the course of a night instead of a group of people at once. I have a taste for it now. I left no DNA. In costume, I blended in with the other party goers in town. I woke up this morning, turned on the news and heard about a mass slaying in a house thought to be drug related. I started masturbating knowing no one will ever link me to this random mass murder in a suburban home on Halloween night.
Whips and Clamps
I disobeyed you again today, Master. I don’t know when I’ll learn my lesson. I don’t know when I’ll learn to not fuck with you, Master. I need to obey you in all things. I’m just a dumb worthless cunt who is only half decent at being your cum dumpster slut and fuck toy. I deserved the punishment you gave me today. You ripped off my clothes and pushed me down onto my hands and knees. You spread my knees apart. You tied me up real tight using a white rope. Then, you put clamps and weights on my pussy. You got out your most painful whip and whipped me over and over again for 2 hours. My pussy is so swollen and I have whelps and cuts all across my pussy, ass and thighs. I won’t be able to sit down for days, maybe even weeks. Then when you rammed your cock in me, after I was swollen up and beaten, without any lube at all, it hurt so bad. I’ll try to be better, Master.
Halloween Snuff Fucking
There is a slamming Halloween party going on at the club tonight. I am going as a stupid slut raver punk chick. I am looking like I do every Halloween for a guy with some balls to give me the ultimate fucking orgasm by snuffing the life right out of me. I look for the guy in the fucked up costume. A serial killer, or a vampire maybe. You know something dark and frightening. Those are the men I target at parties they have sadistic sides to them. And every one of them needs a pain slut to release those fetishes on. When I spot my target I make my way over to them and rub my body right up against them. I see no sense in beating around the bush I come straight out with the fact that I want to get fucked up and fucked. And none of this pg-rated bullshit I want hardcore triple X brutal fucking. Take control of my trashy body and beat me within an inch of my life before stopping to fuck my holes raw making me bleed. And right before they are about to burst their nut I want them to snuff my life out. If I am lucky skank it will be a painful agonizing slow death.
Anal Torture Sex Punishment
Torture sex is what you get when call a woman an ugly bitch. This cunt came into the strip club and insulted me when I was on stage. The cunt had no room to talk. I called her a fugly bitch and suggested she go troll somewhere else. Big Al kicked her out of the club. She was watching for me as I left and jumped me as I went to my car. She hit me over the head with something that knocked me out. I woke up at her place. Her and a few of her friends decided to fuck me up. They were kicking me in the stomach. That was what woke me up. A bunch of ugly bitches had me tied up, stripped nude and bound on the floor. The position I was in highlighted my ass. It was exposed for a reason. I soon new the reason was to be an ass rape porn star. The bitch that heckled me at the club had the stick to a mop in her hand. It wasn’t thick, but it was fucking long. She dipped the rounded end in some Biofreeze then rammed it up my ass. Oh, my fucking gosh that hurt. My ass was on fire. It felt like I got stung by bees in my ass. That was nothing, however, compared to that stick up my ass. It was tearing through me so deeply I thought it might come out my mouth. It felt like I was shishkebabed. I think my ass is ruined. I take a lot of cock in my ass, but I have never had anything that deep penetrate my butthole. I am still sore and bleeding. I better watch out who I call ugly. I bet you could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside me.
Pimped Out
Daddy needed some extra cash this week to pay bills and fund his alcohol addiction. He got the money together by pimping me out to anyone who wanted me. For just a few bucks, he let any guy fuck me however they wanted. They could beat me, force fuck all of my holes, or use me as a toilet. I was powerless to stop them and struggling or trying to get away was futile. Six of his friends paid for a night with me for $100 and a case of beer. They choked me, beat me, and brutally fucked all of my holes until I was bleeding and begging for them to stop. The harder I struggled though, the more they enjoyed it. It was like a cat toying with a mouse, the fight is what made it fun. Eventually I was so tired and in pain that I gave up and went limp while they took turns using me as their cum dumpster. They contorted and manipulated my body like a fuck doll. Eventually they lost interest once they had cummed a few times. Then they put out their cigarettes on my nipples and clit and pissed on me before leaving me lying on the floor covered in blood, sweat, semen, and piss.
Piggy Pain Whore
Master has been training my holes to enjoy pain. He pushes my limits every day, but I know one day he will become bored and finish me off. My body is broke and stretched, but he still finds ways to get my piggy whore cunt twitching with intense pain and euphoric agony. Today he tied me to a chair with scratchy tight rope. It dug into my raw skin and I could feel my flesh fusing to the twine. My breasts ached in anguish as he ferociously smacked and whipped at them. I could barely even sob or whimper because of the ball gag in my mouth but I could already feel my pussy tightening with pleasure. My piggy slave cunt began to trickle as he took hold of my nipple piercings with a pair of pliers. My eyes began to watery as he pulled harder and harder on my bars and suddenly, with a hard yank, he tore it out. I screamed in agony as my breast began to squirt hot blood. My swollen clit began to pound and tremble with pleasure as the pain pulsated throughout my body. Little by little I am becoming his little pain whore. How would you train me to be your little whore?
Big Bad Kinky Wolf
You are such a big bad kinky wolf! I love the way you have me hog-tied up like a stupid animal. You push your body weight down on me and show me the knife inches away from my face. I know I should be scared but I am too fucking turned on to be scared. I can feel my cunt leaking. You start to drag my body across the cold floor and throw me up on the bed. You take the knife and plunge it into fleshy tits. I try to scream but the ball gag muffles my sound. My fake tit pops and a mixture of my blood and silicone gush down my body. You put the knife between my cunt lips and see how fucking wet I am. You start to stab me over and over with the knife. Blood pouring out everywhere. The pain is intense and my cunt won’t stop squirting.
Happy Hunt-o-ween
Man oh man if I could actually go hunting with any of these amazing miscreants I would be so fucking happy. You and I, together, telling them what to do and who to do it to. We could have a whole god damn slaughter farm, and when is the best time for bringing lambs to slaughter? Halloween. Those little fuckers are running around and they are easy pickings. Parents get distracted, pushing strollers, or talking to other adults, and the next thing you know their little shit is long gone. Only to be seen again when they are dug up from a shallow grave.
I can just see it. You and I, walking hand in hand between the stalls we have set up for the night. Listening to the bones crunching, the screaming, the hyperventilating, the begging, and just seeing the fear on all their little faces. So many implements of pain would be used, we could just fuck in every single stall as we watch. How fucking hot would that be??? Oh it would be amazingly hot!
Hell, we could even join in. Make our own marks on those little fuck toys. Me spreading open those legs, or ass cheeks, you dipping your cock in blood to make it slick, then feeling them shudder as you fuck them until they either pass out, or you split them in half with your massive dick. I would be smiling the whole time, for me it would be fucking romantic!
Here is hoping your Halloween turns into a wonderful night for hunting the treats that you desire. If you happen to actually capture the prey you always wanted, makes sure you let me know so I can share in your joy and revel in their pain.
Happy Hunt-o-ween from your favorite fucked in the head bitch goddess, Indigo.