I was minding my own business on campus a couple days ago. My phone rang and “DADDY” flashed across the screen. “Hi Daddy!” I answered “Hi Princess” he said. He actually sounded sober. “How’s about me and you grab some lunch, a Daddy daughter date?” “I’ve got 40 minutes til my next class” “Sounds perfect. Meet me out front in 6” Sure enough, six minutes later on the dot, Daddy pulled up in his work truck. “Subway okay?” “Sounds great Daddy!” We stopped and went in. Daddy ordered some manly sandwich and I ordered an oven roasted chicken breast with all the vegetables besides jalapenos. I started to order my usual Diet Coke but my dad reached his hand out “Just water for the little lady, please” Weird. Oh well. We ate our meal and caught up. I looked at my phone. “We’ve gotta get back, dad” “Oh, alright” We jumped in the truck and he drove…past the school….to his construction site. Fuck fuck fuck not again. We got out and his buddies rushed me, showering me with kisses and compliments. I acted flattered but was really truly terrified. As I dutifully flirted with the men, I saw one out of the corner of my eye coming up next to me. I felt an agonizing pain in the side of my head and promptly passed out. When I woke up, it was dark. I was in the bed of a truck, and I hurt. Oh my god I hurt so much. My cunny burned, like I’d been fucked hard, and my side ached so much. I put a hand to my side, right above my hip, and raised my hand to my face. Spunk and blood, mixed together in a strawberry cream pie…but why was it coming from there?? I succumbed to the pain again and passed out. I awoke to a man lifting me up and throwing me effortlessly over his shoulder. I smelled Daddy’s familiar scent and asked what was going on, why was there so much blood, why does it hurt so much? He gently laid me down in bed and covered me up. “Daddy and John have a gambling problem, hun” “I know that, Dad. But what…” he nodded to his truck, which we could see from my bedroom window. It was backed up to the window with the tailgate down for ease of getting me out, and it was then that I noticed the cooler. “Good price for human kidneys, Kali” My jaw dropped. “But this wound, daddy. So much…” he laughed “All the men on my crew, their wives are snooty bitches. Don’t put out but for 2 days a year. None of them can resist a good hole when they see it”
Category: Knife play phone sex
Whatever You’ve Got
Becka’s Bloody Ass Rape Porn
When I met Becka and she told me about her “little secret’ my cunt exploded! This little whore thinks she is a real pain slut. She claims to love the pain of being cut and watching the blood drip down her arms and body. She claims that she cums the hardest when pain is being inflicted upon her. I have just the thing for her. I am going to film a sweet little porn. I am going to bring a new meaning to the term ass rape for her and she is going to bleed like she never has before!
I had everything set up in my basement . She was about to get everything she asked for and more. The cameras were set up. The knives, scalpels and razor whips were all in place. The restraints had been checked and double checked.
She walked in looking all slutty in her skimpy little mini skirt. her makeup done to perfection. I could imagine that make up running down her tear streaked face. In fact I had an extra special surprise for her.
While she was telling me all about how her dad had no fucking clue about her ” dark and twisted” side, she said he would have her locked in a convent if he ever found out. So what better accomplice to have for the filming of this bloody ass rape porn party then my friend Francis? Also known as Sister Mary Francis. She was once a nun and still has and wears her habit for twisted fun.
She is going to be the star sadistic in this porn. Next to me, no one inflicts pain and is so warped and fucked up as Francis.
Walking Becka to the basement, my cunt is alive and on fire. I know what is waiting in that basement of mine.
I will leave what happens to your imagination until I post the video on line, at which point you can view it yourself and jerk your cock to the carnage.
Castration Phone Sex with Venus: Fuck Pig for Sale
Are you looking for castration phone sex? I have lots of private fuck pigs who recognize they have worthless peckers than can do me no good. Take my fuck pig below. My Pomeranian has a bigger dick. Therefore, this fuck pig belongs in a cage. In fact, I am gonna auction him off to the highest bidder. If he can’t bring me any satisfaction sexually, he is gonna bring me money. You see, if you got a worthless pecker, you don’t need it. Hell, I suspect you won’t miss it. We all know, no woman would ever miss it.
I can make money off his castration. Lots of sick fucks out there just like me who would pay for the fun of slicing off the balls and dick of a useless prick. I’m running my own private Hostel! If he had money, I would get out my knife collection and slice his junk off myself, and get off watching him bleed and writhe in pain. But you go to pay for the privilege of me ridding you of your worthless bits. So, I am going to auction off my fuck pig to the highest bidder to do whatever they want to him. Castrate him, snuff him, beat him, torture him, cook him and serve him for dinner. I don’t care what the fuck you do with him. He is a worthless fuck pig. I own him, so I can do what I want with him. And if you buy him, you can do what you want with him. I’ll throw in his cage for free.
All reasonable offers will be entertained. Let the bidding begin. You will not be disappointed. He knows he is a worthless pig.
You’ll love this experience!
Think about all the senses we have…touch, taste, hearing, smell, and sight, of course. Now imagine what I am experiencing myself right now. I hear it, it covers the floor, it is smeared across your body and mine, and it sounds so very sticky. I love the way it feels, still warm, sticky and innocent. It smells like sex in here, and the unmistakable smell of a penny. You can even taste it in the air, that faint touch of copper. Do you know what I see? Our very special masterpiece strung across the floor, no long bearing those perfect innocent tits, or that sweet virgin pussy. She lies there with more blood and cum on her that she would ever want anyone to see her in. But we love to see what we have done, love all the sensations of the blood, and feel the urge we had finally satisfied, both of them. Not only did she spill her blood for us but she made sure to please your cock over and over again, in hopes we would set her free. Until she realized she was only getting out of this one way… and that way was not her ideal choice. She started to reallllly lose it then, though, I had to teach her who was in charge – got a little cum of my own out of that little charade. Most people would feel remorse, but I only want to feel her blood, and remember the look on her face as we started to slowly torture this no longer innocent girl. She didn’t stand a chance, cumming on your cock as I cut her over and over again, blood and tears covering her slowly. I know her already tight pussy tightens every time she gets a new slash, soon she will have the ideal mixture of cum, tears and blood. And what better way to give her a proper goodbye to the world as she tastes it all in her mouth, choking her on your cock covered in her juices, blood, tears and cum and all as her life slowly drifts away.
Hunting on a Snowy Night
I love winter, blizzards especially. Why? Because snowy, wet, cold woods makes a much better hunting ground. First, it slows your prey down. A blizzard is not only harder to run in, but the cold slows your victim down, makes it harder to fight. Second, you can track your victim better. Stupid prey all scared and panicky, are never as smart as Danny from The Shining. They never think to cover their tracks. Third, blood looks better in the snow. You can savor your kill, get off more intensely when you see that crimson red mixed in with the stark white. The juxtaposition makes my cunt drip every time. And the final reason, I prefer to hunt in a blizzard, is it acts as a freezer, slowing down decomposition. You see what happens is, the body freezes, stays intact for quite awhile, this allows me to visit my crime scene and get off a few more times at my handy work. I just leave a marker so I can find the site again in case the storm covers my kill. It also helps elude detection. The wild life either gets the body, leaving no identifiable remains, or the first thaw the body turns to complete mush , getting rid of any DNA evidence. I’d live in Alaska if it wasn’t for the fact that there just aren’t many people per capita there.
Last weekend, I hunted in the blizzard we had. It was impromptu, but I have had my eye on this chubby little coed twit that frequents my Starbucks. She is constantly being snotty, bitchy and demanding. Way too young, and way too plain to be so self entitled. The snow was coming down hard, it was getting dark, so I followed her in my car, ran her off the road by the woods. When she saw my big ass knife she started running. I knew she wouldn’t get far, they never do. I caught up to the stupid whore, held my knife to her throat, forced her to undress so I could watch her run naked in the cold. Then I stalked her some more. My adrenaline was keeping me warm, I’m sure hers was too. But like all prey, they run out of energy, give up. She fell to the ground screaming and begging for mercy. Her skin turning purple from the cold. I taunted her. Circled her like a wolf does his dinner. Informed her she would not be missed.
I then slit her throat and watched the blood and life run out of her. It was the humane thing to do. A much quicker death than hypothermia. I got so hot watching the blood seep into the snow, watching snow fall on her body and mix with her hot blood. I stood there watching her die, watching the ground underneath me turn into a crimson sea. I drew a heart with her blood in the snow. A sign of respect for being such a fun kill.
Lunch At The Food Court
These things always seem to happen to me, I swear. I was at the mall last night and I stopped to grab a bite to eat. A man brushed past me in line at the Chinese place and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Something odd about this guy, I thought, but I shooed the thoughts away and sat down to my meal. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see who it was. Suddenly there was an arm around my neck and the tip of a knife in my back. The man from the food line bent over and whispered “Don’t yell, don’t speak, don’t even look at anyone funny. Come with me quietly or I will slice your fucking throat” I dropped my roll and stood up. He took me by the wrist and led me silently to the family restroom. He threw me in and shut the door behind him. He closed in on me, knife to my throat. “Listen closely” he growled. “You are to do EVERY Goddamn thing I say” He pulled out a syringe, filled to the brim, and a wide strip of elastic. He tied my arm up and tapped my forearm with the cold blade. He stuck the needle in my arm and ever so slowly injected it into my warm vein. He started to use the knife to slice off my top. I was getting drowsy, but the cool metal blade felt so great against my rapidly warming skin. “Oh my…what…what did you…fuck…” I was slurring my words and he used the knife to shush me. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something better?” he purred, revealing his tiny flaccid dick. He pushed me onto the floor and guided my head to his cock. It was dirty, bitter. I didn’t care. I felt so good. So…tired. I felt a warm salty taste in my mouth and realized he was pissing. “Drink up, buttercup” I swallowed every last drop and he called me a good girl. I slumped into the ground, succumbing to the mysterious drug. I recall bits… I was being fucked. Being cut. He was lapping at the blood. I woke up cold and used on the bathroom floor after the goddamn janitor found me and had a go at my unconscious bloody asshole. I’m such a goddamn useless slut. I deserved that. All of it. I deserve whatever you want to do to me, too
Women Wanted for Snuff Porn: Be Prepared to Die
My master instructed me to get three of my prettiest girlfriends together and come to his warehouse for a special party. I was so excited because normally I am alone in his warehouse being beaten and humiliated, not partying with my besties. I should have known better. Master is not a benevolent sort. As soon as I arrived, we were all shoved in cages. Master had a female accomplice this time. The warehouse was set up with camera equipment, this was a first.
I looked at my friends, apologized. I had no idea what was in store for us. “Snuff porn,” master said. I brought my girlfriends to their death I feared. I screamed, yelled, pleaded for their mercy. But one by one, he plucked them from their cages and forced me to watch as he killed my friends. Tortured, mutilated and snuffed out, the only female friends I had.
Sandy was first. A sweet innocent soccer mom. Unlike me, she never fucked her offspring. She was a bored trophy wife who thought we were going dancing and drinking. And now she was tied to chair being fucked by a big sharp knife. The knife slid in and out of her pussy, shredding her vaginal wall. Blood poured out between her legs. She was screaming in pain. Master put the knife in her ass, she screamed even more. His accomplice was filming her being gutted. I was screaming for her. Master didn’t care. He wanted it real. There was nothing more real than her pain, her tears, her blood, her death. He shoved the knife in her face, killing her.
Cindy got strapped down to a table and cut a thousand times. Shoved a knife in her stomach, split her open like an animal. Her insides spilled out on the table. I threw up at the sight. I brought my friend to her death. I brought them all to their death. She died looking at me. Joy was the last pulled from her cage. Master put her in a box, slit her throat and filmed her bleeding out. He completely drained her while the camera caught the life literally running out of her. He then jacked off on her bloody, lifeless tits.
I thought I was the next to die. I was not so lucky. Master has other plans for me. I am to bring him girls for his snuff porn films. Every week I bring him at least one girl to kill and I get to live. A lot of women are going to die because of me. Better them than me.
The New Girl
I woke up to loud thumps coming down the stairs. It sounded like something huge and metal was being dragged down to the basement. I knew the sound, as I had experienced it before. You had a new slave and she was being delivered. I tried to sit up to watch the unloading, my heart racing, wondering how long she had been inside the safe. You hate dealing with their screaming when they first arrive – so they get locked away in a safe. Memories of my time in the box came rushing back to me. It had to have been days, but it felt like years.
I was locked inside by some stranger who had grabbed me, and left there – cramped and starving. By the time the box was opened I was barely alive and nearly blind as the dingy basement lights tried to make my eyes focus. I remember being terrified but so thirsty that I couldn’t scream. That was of course your plan all along. To break us before you even let us out of the safe. To mind fuck us so intensely, leaving us for days to accept that we had been left to die – only to then let us out into our new living hell in the basement.
I watched as you unlocked the lock and swung open the door. Her naked body climbed out, weak but alive. She was bound and blindfolded, but like me, didn’t make a sound. She was already broken. You guided her to the table to introduce her to a new kind of pain. As the feeling came back into her limbs, from being cramped so long, you cut them and burned them and her body just seized on the table from the stimulation. I remember those first cuts and burns and my pussy came uncontrollably.
She has been added to your collection of whores. We are here for you to experiment all your sexual desires on. I continued to watch her be tortured with the knives, still blindfolded. I knew she had no idea the future pain she will have to endure, and in fact grow to crave like a sick addiction. I felt myself drooling at the site of the blades cutting her fresh skin. I wanted another turn under your cruel hands. I needed to be touched, even if it only brings agony. I was jealous of this new whore. I wanted to go back to the day that I had first come out of the box….
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?
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.