Master visited me again the other day. He tied me up hanging from the ceiling, and he rammed his cock inside of me. He told me that he loves how I behave for him, and proceeded to fuck the ever-living shit out of me. He plowed my pussy hard, and while he did, he took his knife and drew slashes across various parts of my skin, even cutting off one of my nipples. I could feel him getting more and more turned on with every slash. He was working me over hard and fast this time, and I was enjoying it. I felt him getting close just as he pulled a saw out of a drawer next to us. He sawed into my thigh a couple of times, and my screams pushed him over the edge. He came hard, slamming deep up into me, grabbing me with all his strength, and gushing his baby-making juice deep inside me as he clung to me. I’d have held him back, but it was so lovely just being there, in that moment.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Knife Play Phone Sex Gets HOT!
Torture Phone Sex Gets Real
Torture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things. He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.
Revenge is best with blood
He came to me for revenge. His wife of 5 years has been fucking everyone but him. He just realized his daughter’s look nothing like him and he started asking questions. She started laughing in his face telling him he was such a worthless loser that no one wanted him. She was wrong. I wanted him. I want his anger. I want him by my side helping me do bad things to good people. I held him and started kissing him as he told me what happened. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat on his lap. I could feel his growing cock right under my pussy. I looked him in his eyes and told him something that made his cock rock hard and throb. ” I want to fuck you while her blood drips over our naked bodies. Let her watch us fuck in her blood while she slowly dies.” I was stroking his hard cock while he drove to her house. I didn’t want him to cum but I didn’t want his cock to go soft. I just kept teasing him which drove him mad. He hasn’t put his dick inside of a pussy in so long, he was going to do anything I told him. We got to his house and I climbed on top of him. I started grinding my evil cunt against his rock hard cock getting him so close to cumming, but I stopped. I handed him the knife and told him she needed to die slowly watching him in the arms of another woman who wanted him and her blood. I followed him as he walked into the house. He found her in the shower and ripped her ass out of that shower. He started beating her and my pussy was soaking wet. I told him she needed a hair cut and smiled as I watched him start slicing off her fucking scalp! I kissed him as he ripped the rest of her scalp off with his bare hands. She was screaming and crying, but she was watching her husband getting fuck by an evil slut.
The Boss Gets What The Boss Wants
I visited a small town in South Carolina today. I needed to stop for supplies, so I found a little mom & pop store. As I was stocking up, I noticed an old man watching me closely. I thought he was trying to make sure I wasn’t stealing, but when I walked up to the counter to pay, he gave me the biggest, lewdest grin I have ever seen.
He introduced himself as Pop, and informed me that he was the boss of that little establishment. He told me that, as the boss, it was his pleasure to offer me the products I needed at no charge, if I could repay him with a favor. I knew what was coming, but I need every dollar I can save. I agreed to the exchange, and he brought me to the back room.
His decrepit old hands were rough and harsh on my clothes and skin. He ripped my clothes in his efforts, and his fingers tore at my skin, those frail old fingernails being as jagged as knife edges. His cock was already hard and proud when he dropped his pants, and it was a lot larger than I would have given this slight man credit for. He forcefully pushed me to my knees, grabbed my head on both sides, and pressed his cock to my mouth until I opened up. Just as quickly as I opened my mouth, his cock found its way straight down my throat. He choked me repeatedly on that massive rod. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and rammed that cock into my pussy while pressing my breasts hard into my chest. I knew I would have bruises when all was said and done, but free food and toiletries and other things were worth it. Right?
Continuing the nightmare
Shaking, terrified, piss dripping down my legs I stayed crouched painfully in place. Too scared to go to her, too scared not to. But something drew me, pulling at me from within my core. Seemingly against my will I slowly rose and stumbled towards her.
She reached her bloodied hand out to me, smearing my face as she cupped my jaw and wrapped her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. She pressed her lips to my quivering mouth. She forced her tongue between my teeth, licking them, pressing forward. I opened my mouth to her explorations. I hated myself for how wet my pussy instantly became. The heady flavor of her tongue mixing with the hot iron of the bastard’s blood set a fire pit in my belly which spread to every inch of my body. My nipples drew into hard peaks, threatening to rip themselves from my body. Her other hand cupped one breast, hot and liquid covered, she caressed me. Why? Why do I want this so badly?
She released me, stepped down from the mangled corpse I had all but forgotten she crouched over. Undressing me to my panties, she lifts my small frame with unexpected ease, setting me on what would have been my captor’s lap.
She picked up entrails from where she’d tossed them to the floor, and tied my hands with them to each of the corpse’s legs. leaning me back between his feet.
“Don’t you move, little one.” She ordered.
Prying the remains of his dick from it’s holding place of his mangled jaws, she slid my panties to the side. Sticking her finger inside the mangled cock like a puppet, she then began sucking my clit into her hot mouth. Colors burst behind my eyes as I began to orgasm. She Shoved the meat puppet into my pulsing pussy, and I came. Over, and over I squirt over her hands.
I came as I’ve never came before.
Her bloody, pussy juiced face rose between my knees.
“You’re mine, now.”
Snuff Sex with Venus: Not Your Victim or Your Girlfriend
Snuff sex with me only goes one of two ways. You are my accomplice or my victim. I need to be clear that I am a sadistic dominant bitch because some folks are too stupid to read the bios or look at our blogs and too dumb to make inferences from my pictures. There is nothing about me that suggests victim. I don’t look like a victim and I don’t write like one either. But not a day goes by that some stupid mother fucker gets his panties in a bunch when I snap at the suggestion that he force fuck me or abuse me in any way. Here are my rules. Don’t try to dominate me and certainly don’t try to make me your girlfriend. I don’t spoon. I knife. So if you attempt to treat me like a victim or your girlfriend you get knifed. Maybe I cut your balls off since you are clearly too stupid to bread. Perhaps I gut you like a pig and piss in your entrails. You want a girlfriend check out our vanilla site (www.sophisticatedhotties.com). You want a victim, learn to read mother fucker. We have victims listed on this site, or you can check out a page dedicated to victims (www.submissivewhore.com) so your little pea brain doesn’t get confused. Consider this an altruistic warning because the next shit for brains that calls me to chit chat about his day or put his worthless little prick in my ass will not live to make another taboo phone sex call again.
Bloody fucking nightmare
The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?
Torture Phone Sex is My Normal
Everywhere I have gone, and with everything I have done, torture sex has found its way into every aspect of my life. Hitchhiking along the roads and by-ways of the US, I find myself repeatedly kidnapped and subjugated for hours to days at a time. Stopping in small towns to use the restroom, or to visit the beach or local tourist spots, people grab me at random, drag me off to isolated places, and torture sex is had.
No matter what town I find myself in, no matter how good my intentions are or how much I attempt to protect myself, the outcome is inevitable. Torture sex has basically become a fact of life for me, by this point, and I’m not sure I’ll know what to do with myself if it ever stops. I guess I’ll just have to be a nomad, and spend my life criss-crossing our great country, exploring, and looking for the next tortuous fuck. My pussy is getting all wet and throbby just thinking about it.
Don’t Just Fuck Me
Do you want some snuff phone sex? I love my job I get to talk about my evil fantasies and kinky things I have done lately. I would love if you just bent me over and just shoved that hard cock right into my asshole with no lube or no spit. I want to feel it ripping open and blood running down my legs. Then take my blood and just put it right on the rim of my asshole and use it as lube. Just shove that fucking blood deeper in to my asshole. Make it cum out of my mouth! Pinch my nipples untill they bleed! Make them hurt. I love how it hurts and how it stretches me open. I love anal gaping don’t you?
What Fresh Hell is This?
With the pipe still shoved in my ass, he called her over to me. He asked her to cut me on my breasts, both sides. She hesitated at first and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her head back. I growled at him through my frustration. He glanced at me and laughed as he told her that if she didn’t adhere to his whims, she’d face a similar treatment. She nodded her head, and he released her. Almost immediately after her release, I felt the bite of steel across my left breast, and I hissed with the pain. Then came the slice across my right breast. He kissed Brandy on the cheek, gently grabbing the knife from her with the act. Before I knew what was going on, he had the knife stabbed beyond the hilt into my stomach. With that final act of violence, he took his dick out and shoved it into me. He fucked me senseless as I bled out down onto his dick and balls, causing my own blood to lubricate his thrusts. The entire time, the pipe in my ass was slowly sliding out of my ass with the force of gravity. He spent himself into my pussy only moments before the pipe hit the ground and my life snuffed out.