Category: Sadistic phone sex

Torture

 

Evil Phone sex gets you nasty fuckers off ,that’s how i ended up in this  room tied up with a ball gag in my fucking mouth, my wrist are raw from trying to get out of these fucking ropes, All of my once tight virgin holes are now gaping,oozing a mixture of blood and cum. My skin covered in black and blue bruises from my new masters hours and hours of torture, Master has impaled my pussy with everything from huge dildos wrapped in barbwire to aluminum baseball bats. I have been spit on, my asshole burnt with cigarette butts, not to mention he has carved Master’s Fuck Toy on my back ! When I scream from the pain it just makes his fucking cock harder. I have been in this room for two days , he has not fed me anything but dick and cum apparently that is all Master thinks I deserve. I feel like I am going to pass out again, I know if i do I will wake up to something being shoved up my asshole. My new master is a sick fuck I wonder how long before he will be back with his furry friend, That’s what I heard him tell someone on the phone anyway.

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Cannibalism Phone Sex : An Forbidden Taste Rare is Best

A taste of the upper crust in life led down a dark alley of a forbidden meal, Cannibalism phone sex. One evening I was pissed off over a crappy date in a crappy shit hole restaurant. And I fucking ended up paying for the meal. The meal I fucking left and he asked them to box it! What a loser! Anyway, I went home pissed and hungry.  With all that said it was around 11pm and I really had nothing at home to eat I decided to go to the store.

Cannibalism Phone Sex : An Forbidden Taste Rare is Best

Now in the produce aisle I was examining the goods. And there this whacked guy was. This dude approached me about some kind of recognizing me bull shit. I laughed a little and denied ever knowing him. Then he proceeds to flirt with me. And I found him strangely alluring. Weird coming from me, right?

Fast forward a little I met up with this guy for a meal. As he claimed to be an exclusive chef for some elite bullshit Dinner group. And the meat he served was the most fucking divine shit I ever let pass my lips. Ultimately I needed his secret.

Then as he had known by this point about my sadistic ways. He felt safe in telling me his secret. So he led me to a part of his house that he had kept his freshest prized meat. Here were 6 fucking rooms which each held a succulent side of fresh teen meat.

This time it was my choice on what part of which girl we would prepare for the main course. Obviously I chose a nice sweet young piece and wanted it served lightly seared and bloody. After all rare is best when it comes to human flesh.

Finally I helped carry the slut to the chopping room and we took a nice slice of her right thigh meat. I also wanted those ass cheeks sliced off for a nice juicy meal. Once we sliced what we needed we left her on the table as it is essential to prepare it as fresh and quickly as possible.

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Sex with dead bodies makes every day Halloween

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies makes every day Halloween! I remember my first time and yes it was on Halloween. I hadn’t been with my Master for that long, I honestly thought I was there to be killed but I guess he took a shine to me. He said I am his special girl if I do everything he says exactly the way he tells me to do it.

I did, I followed his orders and I was his good girl, I was terrified though. He brought me into this cold metal room, there were multiple corpses laying on slabs. He ordered me to climb on top of this guy, he must have been freshly dead because he was still warm.

He also had a massive erection, it was such a shock to slide his dead cock into my pussy but it was amazing. I rode him as hard as I could just as Master instructed. I pounded him until his bodily fluids leaked out his eyes, nose and mouth. Master told me faster and harder, so I did. 

I was so hard and fast, everything was a blur. It all slowed down when I heard a pop. That dead man’s cock broke right off and was lodged inside my pussy. I wanted to scream in terror but I know better. This was what Master wanted. 

He wanted me to break that cock with my pussy but now it was stuck in there. Master ordered me to lay on the floor with my legs nice and wide. He put his cock inside of me with that dead flesh up inside of me. He made me say that I loved getting double dicked by him and his brother. Wasn’t just Snuff sex that night, incest sex too. Master fucked me all night long with his dead brother’s cock inside me.

 

Sadistic torture, with a side of cum.

“See that young pussy over there?” I gleefully tell you. I have that sadistic little grin on my face. “You get to have that one all to yourself this time, and I’ll just watch” and I just giggle a little. I love watching you work. And you love pleasing the cutest little accomplice ever. Accomplice Phone Sex

And you see her. Tied up on a St Augustine’s cross, like a little whore who wants those holes filled. Gagged, and naked. Little cries of mercy leave her mouth ever so often. She has tears in her eyes, glassy like a doe.

You look at your tools. The knives of your trade laid on the table, meticulously put in place by yours truly. I know which ones you want in what order. We’ve played before, so it was easy to remember for you.

You pick up the small scalpel. Razor sharp, as you tested it with your thumb. Looking back at the beautiful specimen I got for you, you start dragging the blade across her body as she screams out in terror. I know it fuels that sadist in you. Because I’m getting wet just watching it.

You start to make small cuts at first across her arms. Starting from the wrist and working your way to her tits. She continues to cry and scream, struggling against the restraints holding her in place. But they won’t give. And I know they won’t. I put them on tight so that doesn’t happen.

As you cut across her small yet supple breasts, you start carving harder. You wanna see this little cunt really bleed, so you give up on the scalpel. You need to feel this bitch’s fuck holes after they’ve been made ready for you quicker than you thought.

I get more excited watching, as you bring out the drill. A wood augur bit, about ½ inch thick. “Sorry my queen, but I can’t wait any longer. I need her now” You look at me as if you were a child asking it’s mother for the sweetest of treats ever.

I giggle again, and nod. “You can have her, my little blood bug” I wave my hand for you to continue, while the other one has been fingering my cunt.

Her eyes are now full of absolute terror as you give drill a few test pulls on the trigger. You then bring the drill up to her precious little mound. Slowly, you insert the drill bit and push the trigger. She screams more, this time blowing a vocal chord. You hear her voice just give out and gurgle and you continue to get your fuck hole ready so you can have that cock of yours drained.

She continues to convulse at this point, probably from the pain, shock, and you now giving her the best dicking she’ll ever have. And the last too.

Because as you see the light in her eyes start to fade, you come in her destroyed pussy. Blood everywhere. Her body wasted and broken.

And I smile, come over to you, and proceed to just start sucking your cock. Getting you hard again.

Because my favorite part is me fucking you up under this dead whore’s body, using her fluids as my own personal lubricant. And tasting the raw flesh of such a pretty little thing is such a turn on too.

Cora’s Rape Fantasy: A Gory Affair

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Hey, perverts! Cora here, and I’ve got a dark little secret. My darkest desire? Being raped, held down, and dominated. But not just by anyone—by a true monster. A creature that’ll leave me battered and bruised.I’m alone in a dark alley, a shadow looming. A sinister figure, tall and terrifying, closes in. His eyes, cold and dead, promise pain.He’s got a knife, and my heart freezes. But the thrill! The adrenaline rush of being so vulnerable. I’m his prey, and the chase is on.

He catches me, and the world goes black. The monster’s here, and he’s rough, violent. My cries go unanswered as he rips my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed.He slams me against the wall, his meaty cock tearing my flesh. The pain’s exquisite, and I’m his willing victim. My juices flow, welcoming his attack.He pounds me mercilessly, my body a bruised playground. The impact of each thrust sends shockwaves through me. I’m a rag doll, his plaything.But I want more, the nastier, the better. I fantasize about his cock impaling me, my insides a bloody mess. The monster’s a gift from above.He leaves me a mess, satisfied and sore. The memory of it makes me wet. I crave the brutality, the sheer gore of it all.

So, if you’re into that brutal stuff, just remember, some of us desire the undesirable. Cora’s rape fantasy is a bloody, nasty delight.

Have a sick and twisted day!

Blasphemy sex has superior power that will raise the dead

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex, there are a lot of different ways to do it. I actually found a special ritual that will raise the dead. I always dreamed of meeting Charlie. He was such a babe. If he felt my pussy he wouldn’t have needed any of those other bitches. I have at my disposal a spell that will allow me to summon my dear Charlie back from the depths of hell. And believe me, I will stop at nothing to make it happen.

But I can’t do it alone. I need a partner, someone who is just as depraved and twisted as I am. Someone who gets off on the thought of dominating and destroying innocent young pussy. Don’t those screams of pain make get you off like nothing else in the world?

I already have the sacrifice for my ritual, a sweet little thing who is willing to do whatever it takes to please me. But I need a hot, pulsing p. cock to help me complete the spell, to bring forth the ultimate act of blasphemy and raise the dead.

Does the thought of this make your dick hard? Does it excite you to think about all the ways you can violate and defile victim gash? I want a dedicated partner who wants to make the streets run red of the blood of the “innocent” and the dead to cum just as hard as they did in life. I dream of a world overrun by Snuff sex. 

 

Bloody Phone Sex Almost Killed Me Again

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.

I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.

I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.

Abuse Me All You Want but Please Spare My Nose

And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.

He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.

Torture phone sex whore Stephanie

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It’s been too long since our last torture phone sex session and you know it! Are you still lying next to her every night dreaming about all the ways you want me to abuse her? You don’t have to keep jerking off to that fantasy when we could easily end her life together… Stroke your big dick and imagine how hot it’s going to look when I have her tied up and I’m force fucking her asshole making her scream with your dick down her throat. I have a special strap-on with razor blades embedded in it that I’ve been saving for such an occasion. I want to watch the desperate look in her eyes when she realizes that you’re not going to save her but instead, you’re going to help me rip her apart and torture her. Of course, this is all after I’ve ripped most of her hair out, busted her teeth out and beat her face in. She’ll be a blubbering, bloody pile of disgusting trash by this point. This bitch deserves the worst and Master deserves the best so I’m not going to end her life quickly. I want her to lie there bleeding, crying and in the most intense pain imaginable. That’s when I’m going to douse her in gasoline, strike a match and let you fuck me to her miserable screams as she burns alive. You better hurry because I’m ready now!

Bloody Phone Sex Battles for Survival Make Good Entertainment

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex and Killtober go together. I’ve always enjoyed a blood bath. When I kill, I rarely do it neatly. Which is why I feed my victims to the bears and coyotes after I finish with them. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime. My grandpa told me that. He said I should never bury a body because eventually that body will make an appearance, and my DNA would be somewhere on the body. Wise words from a wise killer. Even though I know I am not in the system, I never take unnecessary risks.

Last night, my victims helped kill each other. I drugged and kidnapped two blonde schoolgirls. Total twats. The kind of chicks that milk men of their money and never put out. These two girls looked like stereotypical mean girls. Although, I could have just sold them into slavery for a pretty penny, I felt like some torture sex.

They both woke up tied to sawhorses in my dungeon room. I wanted to pit them against each other. Play psychological games with them. So, I gave each girl a knife and told them the last one standing gets to live. They looked at each other like they could not do it. But I knew one of those sluts would make a move first and I could watch a bloody royale between teen twats.

It Excites Me to Watch What Folks Will Do to Each Other to Survive

And sure enough one made the first move. I relished the blood bath. They stabbed each other hesitantly at first with guilt in their eyes. But that fight for survival became stronger with each jab of the knife into the other’s flesh. They could have attempted to gang up on me with the knives they had. But they did not go that route. Not that it would have worked because I was prepared just in case. Instead, they stabbed each other’s tits and stomach. Sliced their arms and faces.

But in the end, they just stabbed each other in the gut so many times that their insides began to spill out all over my floor. Neither girl would leave my dungeon. Even if one girl won the battle, I did not plan to let either of them go. I just enjoy watching dumb cunts betray each other for survival.

Everyone has a killer phone sex side. It just takes the right situation to kick in. And when it does, I like to sit back and enjoy the blood bath.

My Kidnapping Phone Sex Nightmare

kidnapping phone sexMy kidnapping phone sex nightmare began when my car broke down on an old side road, I took to bypass road work. I traveled to get some coke, and I knew if I told my husband I was stuck in traffic he would know where I was and guess why I was on that side of town. Small city and I traveled to the big city nearby for coke. So, I thought the old road would be quicker and I would return home before it got too late, and everyone wondered where I was.

But that plan went awry when I got a flat tire. And I do not know how to put a spare tire on. So, I started walking. And as I walked it got darker and darker and more desolate too. I did not know when I might find a gas station so when a car finally passed me, I flagged it down. Nice older man said he would give me a lift to the nearest gas station. By this time my cell had died because it kept searching for a signal.

The man did not take me to a gas station. And suddenly I feared this would turn into a snuff porn. He told me the gas stations would be closed but I could charge my phone at his place to call my husband or AAA. By this time, I felt nervous. But I had nowhere to go and no clue where I was either. So, I prayed he was just a nice old man. However, I should have known better. I never meet nice old men.

I Never Meet Nice Men Who Just Want to Help Me

When I entered his house surrounded by a corn field in the middle of nowhere, I saw a bunch of younger guys. Likely ranging from 25-45. Naked and snorting lines. The old man pushed me into the middle of them and they pounced on me quickly. Ripped my clothes off, tied me up and started fucking me. The old man filmed it all. He told me I would make an excellent gangbang rape porn star. Little did he know I have made a few already. But this was different. I never saw this coming. And I was not willing.

For hours these men force fucked my holes on a cold stone floor. Some of them pissed on me. Others chose to shock me with cattle prods. And yet others decided to kick, hit, slap, bite and choke me. I never went home that night. I did not leave that hellhole until three days later. My clothes tattered and my body bruised and bleeding.

By the time I made it to a gas station to call for help, my family had already reported me missing. The police had found my car abandoned and were searching for me. So, I had to concoct a story of being drugged and not remembering much otherwise I would have to explain why I was out in the middle of nowhere in the first place.