Violent phone sex fantasies consume me. They always have. I need hardcore snuff and torture porn to get off. I can’t watch vanilla shit. It does nothing for me. I was watching this gory horror film with a guy friend of mine last night and I think I shocked him when I started playing with my cunt. This girl was getting butchered and dismembered and I had my fingers up my cunt like a deviant pervert. This guy friend is a fuck buddy. He is not one of my masters. He likes me and has no desire to hurt me which is why he is just a fuck buddy. I use him for his cock and his fingers. He can finger my ass and pussy at the same time, giving me a hard orgasm. I had him do his magic while I rubbed my clit. He doesn’t like snuff movies as much as me, but he likes me, and he will do anything for me. I got nasty. I cut myself, so my blood dripped on his chest and cock. He had no idea I was such a nasty freak. When he saw my blood, his dick got rock hard. I think he even shocked himself. We used my dripping blood as lube as we fucked our brains out. He didn’t dismember or butcher me, but he fucked me like he wanted to and that is a start.
Category: Torture phone sex
Snuff Humiliation
I haven’t been doing well in school. My grades are bad, and I’ve been getting a lot of detention. My daddy spanks me every time he gets a phone call from the school but apparently, I needed to, “be taught a real lesson.” When my principle called about catching me fucking a boy after school in the stairwell, Daddy became furious. He dragged me down to the basement by my hair. My scalp and body was on fire from being dragged on the stares and cold concrete.
He then ordered me to strip naked. He set up a camera, told me he was going to bring some people who can teach me a lesson and left me in the cold dark basement. I stood for hours shivering. When the door opened, my daddy and a few strange men walked in. They had tools and chains with them. “Clearly you’re not good enough for school. The only thing you’re good for now is to be our little fuck toy,” one mad said.
Big wet tears dripped down my face. They had me stand front and center for the camera. Daddy said they ran a live stream so that everyone would know how much of a skank I was. Daddy took out a long leather whip and began lashing me as hard as he could. I screeched in pain. My skin went from red to split open with every lash. Snot dripped down my face as I begged for him to stop. But him and his friends just laughed.
Daddy and all of his friends cut and whipped at my skin until I was various shades of black, purple and red. Then he ordered the men to live out their twisted rape fantasies me until my cunnie and rosebud bled. They did this for days. Every day I was forced to fuck strangers until I couldn’t move. My dad always kept the camera rolling for his viewers. More and more they want to see more horrific things. What do you think they’ll do next?
Meth Whore
I can’t stop thinking about our conversation earlier. We had your meth whore slave come over tonight. We’ve been training her for some time to need meth and do whatever we told her to in return and to be your sex slave. When she got there we got her so fucking high and tied her up. She was probably close to overdose when we got started. You let me tell you what to do with her! I told you to choke her and slap her and spit in her nasty whore face. You slapped her hard with your cock, and force fucked her nasty whore mouth. She’s willing to do anything for that meth you give her, but she has no idea what’s in store for her this time…
Daddy’s Little Helper
Sometimes my Daddy likes for me to go out and find new play things for him to torture and train to be sex slaves in his little harem of pain sluts. I feel a little guilty doing that sometimes, but I will do whatever my Daddy tells me to do. He told me he wanted a new girl to train and asked me to pick someone. I knew exactly who I wanted. I have a cousin who is a cute little teen like me. She’s innocent and pretty and would be easy to lure into my trap. Daddy would love her. I saw her last night for the holidays and asked if she wanted to hang out with me. After dinner we went into the basement to sneak a few sips of alcohol and a cigarette. I put a little something extra in her drink to get her nice and loosened up. She got really tipsy fast and I started to touch her tits and fondle her. She didn’t resist at all. I messaged my dad and he came downstairs and joined us. He took out his cock and I held her by the hair while he force fucked her mouth. Then I stripped off her clothes and exposed her tight little teen tits and pussy for him. He directed me to lick her pussy and get it nice and wet for him. I lapped at her little cunny and sucked on her clit while he watched and stroked his cock. Then I held her legs apart while he rammed his cock inside of her. She let out a little yelp but I held my hand firmly over her mouth and kept her head still while he forced himself in and out of her tight teeny body. His cock was slick with blood when he finally pulled out. He had ravaged her little pussy. Then he directed me to get down on my knees and receive my reward for being a good little slave for him. He stroked himself and deposited his cum onto my face and in my mouth. I hungrily scooped it up and licked my fingers clean.
Snuff Porn Thanksgiving Meal
I was in an evil snuff porn mood yesterday. It was Thanksgiving and I was hungry. A special kind of hunger. Holidays deserve special meals. I went hunting for the perfect white meat when I saw him. He was portly and unattractive. But I wasn’t going to fuck him. I was just going to eat him. When it comes to a good meal, you want extra meat on those bones. I prefer man meat for a few reasons. One, they rarely dye their hair or use super sweet smelling shit on their bodies. They have some muscle on them, which is leaner meat and therefore healthier. So, when I saw him, I licked my lips. I had found my perfect meal for Thanksgiving. He seemed happy a woman was even talking to him. I think he understood he was going to serve me better dead than alive. He went willingly with me to my house. He also never fought me when I shaved his body. I think he knew his calling was to be my supper. I let him soak in a hot tub of butter and seasonings. His flesh was tender enough to eat then, but I am not a rare meat kind of girl. I put him in the oven. He was so pathetic he never even fought being cooked alive. He smelled good as he cooked too. I used just the right seasonings. I think he had cannibalism phone sex fantasies and just gave in to me because he knew he was of better use to me dead than alive. I had a great meal. He turned out perfectly cooked and seasoned. I guess I would have liked a little bit of a struggle just for the thrill. The best things in life don’t come easy. Perhaps, you will put up more of a fight than my Thanksgiving meal did?
Accomplice Phone Sex On Black Friday
Accomplice phone sex allows Ivy to tell you her stories…..Black Friday shopping was crazy and crowded. We could hardly move through the store. I needed to use the bathroom so bad and could not believe the line to the women’s bathroom. The wasn’t a line to the men’s at all. I peeked my head in and realized no one was even in there. So I decided I would pee quickly in the men’s room and be gone. But when I came out there was a man who had obviously been drinking. You grabbed me by my hair as I tried to leave.
You told me that I wanted to suck your cock and that is why I was in the men’s restroom. You shoved my head down to your hard throbbing cock and told me to suck it. I started licking on your balls to get you to relax. You laughed and said oh babe that is what I am talking about. I put your ball sack in my mouth and rolled it around a little. Then I bit down and ripped your balls off with my sharp teeth. Your bloody balls were rolling around on the floor like a couple of marbles.
Just then my boyfriend walked in and saw what was going on. He grabbed you by the back of the head and force you down on your knees. I took my 7 inch stiletto heel and shoved it up your tight puckered ass. As I was fucking your ass, my boyfriend pulled out his cock and told you to suck it. You were holding your bloody crotch and crying like the little bitch that you were.
You opened your mouth and he grabbed the back of your head. He forcefully face fucked you. Shoving your head all the way down the shaft of his cock. He blew his load of hot jizz in your mouth and washed it down with his warm fizzy pee. I fucked your ass raw and left it bleeding. Then we shoved your head in the dirty toilet and left you were a worthless piece of shit belongs. Who would have thought that Black Friday would have brought about torture sex.
Torture Sex Thanksgiving
Torture sex Thanksgiving? I thought I was in a bad dream, but when I arrived to help cook the bird, I got stuffed. Stuffed by huge cocks and fists, not to mention a variety of objects not meant for the pussy or ass. There was no one else at the house. My step son tricked me into arriving hours early, so he could abuse me. He wanted to stuff my ass until it hurt. He bound me like a turkey. My arms were pinned behind my back and I was sitting on my legs in an extremely uncomfortable position. My ass was exposed for abuse. I was making a Thanksgiving ass rape porn. He is such a sadistic fuck. He fucked my ass with a huge turkey bone. He even tried to to make a wish with my legs by spreading them as far as he could to fist my pussy. He had a ball gag in my mouth, so the neighbors wouldn’t hear my screams. I thought he might cook me and serve me to my family for Thanksgiving, but after I was bloody and gaping, he released me and ordered my ass in the kitchen to start the meal. When the rest of the family arrived, I knew better than to say shit or the next time the abuse would be worse. My step son loves to take his anger out on me. I am here for you too. Hate your family? Abuse a dirty milf and you will feel better. That is what my step-son says.
Extreme Fetish Bondage Phone Sex
It was raining last night. I was on an old dark road. I got lost coming home from a party at a friend’s house. My car skidded off the road. I hit my head. I got confused and foggy. A stranger helped me, but I passed out. I woke up in a strange house. I had on different clothes. I went to ask where I was and what happened, but my lips would not open. They were sealed shut. I thought they were glued, but he showed me in a mirror. I screamed but no sound came out. He stitched my lips shut. He said he was turning me into a doll, a life-sized sex doll. As my memory came back, I realized I didn’t have an accident. He ran me off the road. He tied my arms above my head. This was extreme bondage phone sex. I was restrained and mute. I knew he couldn’t skull fuck me, but he made use of my other holes. One hole was his favorite. It wasn’t my ass or my pussy. It was my pee hole. It hurt like a bitch. Never have I had anything so large crammed down my pee hole. My urethra was not made for a ten-inch cock. No one’s urethra is made for that. I was crying, ugly crying from the pain. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I couldn’t plead with words, so I tried to plead with my eyes and my body. He was in no hurry to let me go. He poured his Jack Daniels down my pee hole because he didn’t want any germs from a disease ridden skank whore. That is what he said as he force fucked my pee hole, the tiniest hole on my body. I was hoping he would kill me, but he knocked me out and dropped me off at the local hospital. I woke up in a hospital this morning pretty banged up. I was drugged, but I know what happened to me wasn’t a dream. I was peeing blood as proof.
Liar, Liar, Bitch On Fire
I suppose everyone knows what tomorrow is. It’s Thanksgiving. Little families all gathered around a fucking bird to gorge themselves senseless. Hard to run when your gut is distended. I am not one for tradition, in case you haven’t figured that out. I like to celebrate this holiday doing something I only do once a year. I’ll give you a hint to what that is … read the title of this blog.
It all started when I was still in school. We were studying Barbarians in History class. I remember thinking how fucking badass these bastards where. You had the Visigoths, Huns, Vandals, Saxons, Avars, Picts, Burgundians, and Franks. Those are not all of them of course, but those are some of my favorites. The most intriguing part of this tiny section of History is all of the wonderful ways of torturing someone that came into being.
We did not really go over the torture parts, I learned that on my own. They excited me, so much so that I wanted to try my own method. Even back then I really didn’t care about right or wrong. I knew/know what it is, I just don’t give a shit about it. That brings us to Tee, that isn’t anywhere near her real name, but Tee liked to exaggerate. If you had a toothache, her asshole blew up as her hand was cut off by a chainsaw while a shark chomped down her left tit. You know the type. This got on my fucking nerves, I cannot stand liars. Not in the least.
I invited Tee over once. She just would not shut the fuck up. My Mom even left, not just the room, but the fucking house. Told me that she would be back in five hours, and if Tee left before that to just call the bar and let her know. To be fair, before anything happened I gave her a warning, but did she listen? Nope. I said something like that some day those stories that she told would get her into trouble, then she went on to tell another lie filled tail. Which was fine because I knew that she wouldn’t listen to me. I told her that we had to take some stuff out to the burn barrel. She picked up the stuff and we went out there.
In no time there was a pretty good fire roaring. It was very cold outside so getting her to stand closer to the barrel was easy. Then I just grabbed the back of her neck and pushed hard. She tripped, knocked over the burn barrel, and got burnt. Ooops. She was screaming like crazy, I was thinking too bad it didn’t scorch her stupid mouth. She looked up at me, I went around her and stomped out the fire on the grass. She was crying and holding out her arm. The skin was peeling, she was shaking like crazy. It was a pretty good wound.
My neighbor saw her trip and knock over the barrel. He didn’t see me push her of course, but he did see her get burned. He ran right over to where we were standing. He left to go and call for help. I squatted down and smiled at her. She said that I did that on purpose, I said, “I sure did.” I wasn’t going to deny it, as I said, I hate liars. However, I did let her know that if she ever lied, or exaggerated again that the next time it would be her tits, and if I was in a great mood her pussy too. She turned white.
The rest of the time I spent with her in school she was quiet. She would talk, but she wouldn’t go overboard. I think I actually helped her make friends by doing what I did. See, I’m not so bad after all. *laughs*
I crushed him to death
I was hired to kill some asshole, his wife wanted a divorce but she wanted all the money and not just half, if you know what I mean. She wanted me to make it look like an accident so I came up with a really fantastic way to kill him. He was an avid hiker and loved to go up in the mountains all by himself so it was so easy to catch him! I tied him to poles in the ground and literally stoned him to death. I wanted it to look like he fell down a cliff and got banged up on the way down so I used different size rocks and even flipped him around and tied him in different ways. He screamed and cried of course but there was no one around to hear his pleas for mercy. It took a long time for him to die that way but I enjoyed every minute of it. I left him there exposed at the bottom of a cliff for the wild creatures to eat…