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Torture Sex with Venus: If You Can’t Use It Properly, You Shouldn’t Have It

torture sex goth girl mutilateDo 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.

torture sex penis mutilationFor 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?

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Blair

rape phone sex fantasies mommy redheadI was set up on a date. I should have known he was too good to be true when he showed up with flowers and candy. We had a nice meal, he bought us several bottles of expensive wine. We danced. It was all like a page out of a Nicholas Spark novel. That should have been my red flag. Very little romance left in the world. I foolishly agreed to go back to his house for a night cap. That is when I met Dr. Jekyll.  I was not even to the couch yet, when he grabbed my arm, pulled me back and slapped my face. He said to me, “You are a worthless whore. Be prepared to act like one.” He threw me on the couch. Pulled his cock out that was already rock hard and started skull fucking  me.  Grabbed me by my hair and shoved me down on his cock until I  gagged. Usually I can handle rough oral, but he was restricting my breath. I accidentally nipped his cock with my teeth as he was skull fucking me so hard.

“You like it rough bitch,” he quipped. He smashed my face into his coffee table. I started bleeding immediately. The blood gushing out my nose turned him on further. He violated more than just my mouth. He ripped my panties off, shoved them in my mouth, and forced his dick in my ass. Hands around my throat choking me as he fucked my ass. After he shot his load up my ass, he kicked my ass, thrusting me down on the ground. He stood over me as I laid there battered and bloody and pissed in my face. He finished by spitting on me.

He told me I had 5 minutes to get out of his house or he would do it all over again. I scooped up my clothes and ran from the house. I knew he was too good to be true. Men never treat me that well.

How do you want to treat me?

Starring in Another Ass Rape Porn Film

ass rape porn blonde whoreMaster told me today I was the queen of ass rape porn. I love anal sex, but what he does to my ass is not sex, but torture. He threw me in a cage telling me “to shut the fuck up.” According to him, whores should only be used never heard. I had to back my ass up through the cage so he could prime me. He began with fingers, then worked his way to a full fist up my ass. He doesn’t use any lube. He needs my ass to hurt, he needs it looking raw and sore. Oh and totally gaping open. That’s what sells ass rape porn: mutilated assholes.

After he has my ass properly primed, I am permitted out of my cage so I can be tied to a sawhorse. This is when he inserts the anal speculum, cranks it open wide and starts cramming shit in my ass. Whatever he can find to torture my ass: baseball bats, broom sticks, wine bottles, candles… anything that will make my ass bleed, gape and prolapse. He is always amazed at how big he can get my asshole to open up. Once my ass was bleeding, practically shredded, he fucked me. Fucked me for hours and brought in over 50 to guys to fuck my ass too. Camera rolling the entire time. Anal gangbang torture gets my master off. Does it get you off?

The key to a good ass rape porn film master told me is a ton of cum pouring out my ass. So much so that there is a puddle of cum on the floor that I am forced to lick it up. The film ended with my face being forced into a bloody, shitty pool of cum.

Can my ass serve you, Master?

You Lied to Me

I should have known that you were too eager to hire me to house sit while you were out of town. My folks told me that you were leaving town for three weeks and I could make a hundred bucks just by bringing in your mail and watering your plants once a day. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept the offer, so I said okay. I met you at your place to get the key and just the way you were looking at me gave me the creeps. You didn’t have any qualms about looking me up and down, and brushing my hand a little too long when handing me the key.

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The next day, when you had supposedly left for your trip, I headed over to water the plants. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I had the weirdest feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck was standing on end. I kept telling myself I was being silly, but I didn’t feel like I was alone. I went to the kitchen to fill up the pitcher, and i could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I stopped to listen, but heard nothing else. I made my way back into the living room to the plants and began to water them.

Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and wrestled me to the floor. You had never left – it was all a ruse to get me here alone. You overpowered me and there was nothing I could do. You kept saying things like this is what I get for walking around the neighborhood like a little tramp and that you were going to show me what happens to dirty cum whores like me. Before I knew it, you had me hog-tied and gagged on your couch and were jerking off above me.

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The things you were saying told me that you had been watching me for a long time. You had finally decided to make a move and I knew instinctively that you were going to hurt me. What scared me even more was that you never once mentioned me not telling anyone. I began to wonder if you were going to snuff me out. You began running your hands all over my naked body, and I cringed at your perverse touch. Your skin felt so rough against mine and your cock was dripping with cum as if it were drooling.

You knew my parents wouldn’t be looking for me, and that you had all afternoon to ravage my body. You did just that. You put your hard cock in all of my holes and never stopped berating me with your words. After hours of being fucked brutally and told what a little teasing whore I was, I began to believe it and my pussy responded by cumming all over your hard cock. Who knew that you, the neighbor who always gave me the creeps, would be the best fuck I ever had?

Torture Sex with Reagan * Sick Lies

Torture Sex ReaganRed hot and white tongues devour the foundation as I wait patiently for it to crumble. No one will know how you defied me. No one but me. This is the true fire that will burn. You were sick, and we compatible. Teased me with your submission, needed me with your submission. Now you burn as I do. I had to have it my way. You knew this. There was no other way. You lied as you begged for my pain. You lied because you told me I was beautiful. So I burned it to the ground. You fed my animal, and I caught the hunter. But you defied me. Only one last word I allowed as I sharpened my knife and poured the gas. Now I go on through this night, burning. Stench of your lies. I lived to break your will.

Sick * In This Moment

Is it sick of me
To need control of you
Is it sick to make
You beg the way I do
Is it sick of me
To want you crawling on your knees
Is it sick to say
I want you biting down on me

Are you sick like me

Am I beautiful
As I tear you to pieces
Am I beautiful
Even at my ugliest, you always say

I’m beautiful
As you tear me to pieces
You are beautiful
Even at your ugliest, I always say
You’re beautiful and sick like me

Is it sick of me
To feed the animal in you
Is it sick to say
I tease the hunter like I do
Is it sick of me
To watch the wicked way you thrill
Is it sick to say
That I live to break your will

 

Torture Sex Reagan

Demon Cum

I knew you were evil and cruel, but I always thought your delusions about being a demon were a little too much to handle. I had began to change my mind the more you tortured me and the more I got to taste and smell you. Your cum has a certain flavor to it, and every time you cum, I swear I see steam coming off of your loads. I always figured it was the drugs you keep us slaves high on, and that my mind was playing tricks on me.

Last night you were in your full glory, black leather and you even seemed to be hot to the touch. You spoke in tongues I could not understand and I knew that us captives, your cum slut slaves, were in for extreme torture at your hands. I must have stared too long, because you caught my gaze. Your eyes were black and I felt weak immediately.  My legs went limp as you shoved me down on my knees. The darkness of the dungeon seemed to glow red somehow, again it must have been the drugs.

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My pussy began to throb and orgasm as you pulled your cock out above my head. You kept chanting in your other language and even though my heart was racing in fear, my body was responding with lust. I know it is a deadly sin, that much you have shown me over the past year. I belong to you. You stop chanting and tell me to open my satanic mouth. I do as you say. I stick my tongue out, as you stroke your cock, and again I could swear I see steam coming out of the end of your cock. I know its your hot cum, ready to fill my mouth.

What comes next I will never forget. My head was spinning and my pussy kept throbbing over and over with waves of orgasm. You began dripping your cum on the tip of my tongue and it was actually on fire! Your demon seed was real and it was cumming out in flames that burned as they lit my mouth on fire. The heat from the burning cum made my face hot and lit up the room as the other slaves watched. You began chanting again, and I now know that you are everything you ever said you were, and probably even worse.

My Little Meat Market

Cannibalism phone sex choice cutsIt isn’t any secret that I love the taste of human flesh. If you butcher it correctly and choose your meat carefully you would be surprised at just how tender and tasty it is. I can’t count the number of times I have served human meat at my dinner table and had my guests marvel at the unique flavor,  how the meat melts in the mouth and how tender and juicy it is! I usually hunt my own meat and that is so much fun, however sometimes I do go to a farm I know of that specializes in the finest human meat. Just like a hog farm, I can go examine the specimens and pick the finest one. They will even butcher my choice for me. Several months ago I decided to open a human meat market. To date it has been very successful. The meat is selling off the shelves almost faster then I can keep them stocked. My butchers are working over time and I have even had to go over and butcher myself here and there. Not that I mind that at all, I love getting my hands dirty. No one really knows what kind of meat I sell but everyone sure loves it. I am making money hand over fist, no pun intended!cannibalism phone sex market

Venus’s Capitve Caged Beauties for Sale

Cannibalism phone sex knife play bitchYou would be surprised at how much one can get for human flesh. I’m not even talking sex trafficking here. Men from all walks of life will pay top dollar for females of all types and ages. Some keep women as pets, some as servants, of course a few for sex slaves, but where I make my big money is selling women for nourishment. Not everyone who likes the taste of human flesh is some crazed killer like Hannibal Lector or Jeffrey Dahmer. Many are just normal, middle to upper class men and women who have a sophisticated pallet. I cater to that niche in female human flesh.

I have a very in depth selection process. I was trained by Rick, an expert in let’s say the fine dining experience. I stalk my commodities at length. I look for women with meat on their bones. You know, the kind that can provide proper nourishment. The women I hold captive need  a certain amount of body fat  to sustain others. Before I take a woman captive, I need to know she is healthy and natural. By natural I mean no Botox, no plastic surgery, no silicone breasts, no perms or hair dyes….Real woman taste better. I specialize in organic, all natural meat.

So once I capture my women, I cage them. Yes, I know they are not free range, but can’t have them escaping. So yes they are captives, but I treat them very well.  They each have their own cage and I feed them a high fat, high protein diet. Lots of yummy cornmeal shakes. Some of them need fattened up a bit. I bathe them daily, strip their bodies of any chemicals. I love them like a farmer loves his cows and pigs. My captives are precious  commodities to me. I don’t beat them; bruised flesh does not get top dollar. They bring me top dollar, so of course I am going to treat them well.

kidnapping phone sex Cannibalism captivesI have a showing two times a week to potential buyers. They are always so impressed with my selection and how healthy and plump and natural my captives are. Now, I assume my buyers know how to cook flesh, but for an extra fee, I am happy to give a cooking lesson. Thanks to Rick, I have learned all about proper seasoning and filleting. I have even acquired a taste for flesh. Think about it. The world is over populated. So much poverty, so much starvation in the world. I am simply helping  to conserve resources and feed people, while making a good living.

My newest captive is my mother. She has some flesh on her bones, so I know she will taste yummy. Plus, I’m tired of her nagging me. Every holiday it is the same thing, when am I going to make her a grandmother. Never bitch. I’m not fond of little ones. And , I am not fond of you. But soon , she will be some one’s dinner, and no longer a nuisance. 

If you have a woman problem, perhaps I can help. I have clients who will pay top dollar for premium flesh. And if you have say some bargain meat, well I can get rid of that for you for free. Cheap sluts grind up nicely and make good feed for the pigs I slaughter to fatten up my captives. Come shop at my warehouse.  I am sure I have the perfect woman for whatever your purpose: dinner, sex slave, servant, pet, or even torture doll.

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It Was The Perfect Place

mutilation phone sex karmaI had her for several days.  A little torture here and little torture there. By the time I was done she could scream no longer. Her throat was so hoarse she had no voice. That part of the thrill was over but the terror in her eyes was still there. That alone thrilled me to the point of making my pussy drip. Her body was beaten and battered by the time I decided to find some place to dump her. It was time to end it for her and dispose of the body.mutilation phone sex empty lot I found a vacant lot but not secluded. I wanted to be able to case it after I was done because I love the thrill of watching them find the body, or what is left of it. Picking the perfect time I dismembered her body and loaded her up. I dumped her in the perfect location and set up camp to watch. It didn’t take long and when they found her and all the emergency vehicles showed up. The confusion and out rage at the ghastly scene made me cum so hard I had to lay there in my hiding spot and recover. It was the perfect place.mutilation phone sex body

Marks

Bondage phone sexI love to decorate my body, I have ink done as you can see, I have piercings, I wear make up and I wear jewelry.  Sometimes however, a body needs to go above and beyond that type of decoration.  I am referring to marks.  The deep to the skin they go, the better.  Old scars healed over by time, rough, and imperfection against perfect skin that will never fade.  It is forever lasting.  Beautiful ugly reminders of a traumatic wound. 

There are times where I love to decorate others.  You know exactly whom I mean.  I think I like to play with those who consider themselves to be “emo”.  How stupid is that? Sad little cunts that know nothing about the world yet they bitch, cry and cut instead of just having a fucking conversation about what is bothering them.  Idiots, the lot of them. 

I give them a lesson on what pain is really like, how cutting is supposed to be done.  None of this bullshit little slices and nicks.  Oh no, I want to see the purple rise to the surface when the ropes are finally taken off of their ankles, wrists and throats.  I want to see real tears wash away that dark eyeliner.  I want to see them as I press the cold steel sharp blade of a knife deep within their skin.  Then we stitch them up and play with them again another day, so when they finally are kicked out they will be decorated with the most perfect marks in the world.