Category: Torture phone sex

Evil phone sex snuff princess

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My sick desires go much deeper than my evil phone sex calls.

I’m even more fucked up in real life!

Do you think the whores on these sites do this for fun?

You’ve stumbled into a treasure trove of brutal, blood thirsty bitches.

Guys always tell me how sweet and innocent I look.

That’s all part of the act.

You’d be surprised how twisted and depraved even the most average looking person can be.

What goes on behind closed doors will truly terrify you, unless you’re evil like me.

I’ve been an accomplice more times than I can try to count.

Raised by my Daddy and trained to be his obedient servant slut.

I have a strong stomach, a tight cunt and zero conscience.

Daddy says that’s what makes me the perfect assistant to help carry out his sick acts.

To tell the truth, everything about torture and snuff makes my pussy drip!

Daddy force fucks his victims and ripping and destroying their holes as much as he can.

Then I take over.

I don’t hesitate to grab Daddy’s knife and sink the blade into the chest of his victims while he pounds my cunt.

In fact, hearing our victims cry, scream and beg for their lives makes us both even more excited.

Being Daddy’s little clean up slut means more than just sucking blood and cum from his cock after a snuff session.

I’ve always been in charge of disposal too.

That’s the main reason why me and daddy rip, slice and hack them up into such little pieces.

We don’t play nice.

We destroy holes and take souls.

You can accept my help as your accomplice whore and find us something to play with.

 Or you’ll fall victim to my fucked up fantasies like so many other already have.

Evil Phone Sex Proves Therapeutic to Me

evil phone sexSomebody told me once that I look like an angel, but I harbor an evil phone sex bitch inside of me. Perhaps that seems like a true statement. And in more recent years, I have become more confident and more dominant. I’m still a switch. However, I still feel all this rage inside of me over my upbringing. And I channel that rage into others.

Mostly women, well young girls, because men hire me for their age play needs. They understand a mature woman can lure a young girl away from her home and friends much easier than a man.

But the only woman I’ve ever felt rage for would be my mother who left me with my piece of shit father knowing he would likely abuse me the moment she left. But young girls don’t really enrage me. When I serve them up to men like my father it’s pretty much survival of the fittest. And I do it for money.

Not Every Man Wants to Keep His Balls

However, when men hire me for castration phone sex, I feel invigorated. It gives me a chance to get out some of that rage on some loser with a tiny dick and worthless balls. I never show men sympathy like I do young girls. Perhaps that’s because I can relate to the young girls because I’ve been in their shoes before. But I never identify with men who like to abuse young girls. I just keep my mouth shut and do the job they hired me for and take my money to the bank.

But recently, I discovered that I enjoy cock and ball torture. Men in the club started hiring me for the VIP room to trample their cocks or kick them in the balls. And I found it therapeutic. Perhaps, the word got around that I like cock and ball torture, and now men pay me to do a lot more than just dance on their junk.

Joe hired me to castrate him. He’s what we would call a predator. He even needs to register on the sex offender list because he got in trouble with a young girl many years ago. I view him as weak with no self-control. So, he thought he could stay out of prison, where he would be murdered for his love of young girls, if he hired me to castrate him. He might still possess the urge for young girls, but he’d never be able to act on it ever again.

Castration and Cock and Ball Torture Feel Therapeutic to Me

So, he came over last night and I castrated him. I used castration bands on him. That’s what they use for sheep and cattle on farms. Serves as a chemical castration. You put them on tight enough, and it cuts the circulation off. Eventually, the balls shrivel up and become useless. But you could also snip the balls off too with little bloodshed and just cauterize the wound. I went that route.

But I kicked him in the balls a few times for shits and giggles. Did a little dance in my stilettos on his cock. He does like cock and ball torture sex, so I made sure he got some. Clean castration. He paid me well for the removal of his balls. Minimal damage. But I did get out some much needed rage on his balls. And it felt amazing. Therapeutic. And I felt like I did a good thing because I took one more predator out of the game.

Mutilation Phone Sex Left Me Carved Up Like a Holiday Ham

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex left me butchered. I don’t tend to think things through completely. I see ads on the dark net all the time looking for models for various snuff type photo shoots or films. But I only focus on the amount of money they plan to pay me. I never read the fine print about the possibility of bodily harm or even death.

So, when I saw the pay for a day’s work, I skipped reading the rest. I wrongly assumed I signed up for another snuff movie of some sort. But what I honestly signed up for turned out to be more of a butchering photo shoot. They wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving ham. However, they assumed I understood the risks. But I did not truly understand until a man came out of another room with a bunch of knives and an executioner’s mask on. I almost pissed myself.

What did I get myself into once again, ran through my head. He held a variety of knives, and they all looked very sharp. Oh boy, here we go again, I thought to myself. I might not survive this one or I might be permanently scarred from knife play phone sex. Luckily, I can photoshop a lot of my scars away. The executioner guy kept telling me not to tremble because he could slice an artery. But that did not do anything to relax my mind. It just sent me into a spiral of fear.

I Consider Myself More of a Druggy Whore Than a Pain Slut

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate extremely hard on anything, but what he would do to me. So, I could feel the knives slicing my flesh. And I just tried to stay focused on my happy place. Luckily, I did my last bit of blow before he strapped me to this cold slab. Minutes felt like hours. I could feel my crimson blood flowing down my mutilated flesh. But I stayed focused in my mind. Telling myself I can get through anything.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. Perhaps most people look at me as a pain slut. I see it a bit differently. I’m a drug addicted whore, who puts herself in dangerous situations for a fix. I don’t sign up for this shit because I like pain. Pain just helps me earn money to buy cocaine. So, I view myself more as a druggie whore than a pain slut. However, my threshold for pain gets better every time.

This felt like pure torture sex. And I suppose the director aimed for that. No doubt the world contains plenty of men who love to see a mother butchered like that. By the time the session concluded, I looked like I walked off a horror movie set. But the blood on my body was not make up. Tiny cuts covered my flesh. Luckily, they never touched my face. And with winter, I can get away with long sleeves and pants until my wounds heal. When will I ever learn?

Torture Phone Sex with Worthless Whore, Cora!

Torture Phone Sex

Want your Torture Phone Sex Fantasies to come to life?

I am just the girl for you! I can handle just about anything you put me through, and I’ll do it with a smile!

Give me your fucking worst, see if I can put up with whatever sick and twisted shit you come up with!

Want to face fuck me so hard I gag and cry.

Do it, be my guest.

You want to stretch out my pussy and asshole at the same time with two huge dicks?

Try me bitch.

I am one tough bitch who loves the pain you inflict.

Give me your absolute worst and see if I crumble in front of you!

Reach deep into your fucked up soul and give me the punishment I deserve.

 

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Mutilation phone sex loving slut

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Let’s celebrate Valentine’s day by cutting out a dumb slut’s heart on a hot, mutilation phone sex call.

We can crack her chest open and rip her organs out one by one, saving her heart for last.

I want it fresh and still faintly pulsing when I pluck it out and take a big bite of it.

You can pump your rock hard rod into my cunt while I chew it all up!

That’s what Daddy had me do and my pussy has never gushed more!

He picks me up when he needs an evil accomplice that won’t hesitate to get the job done.

The bitch was stretched out across his work bench and tied down tightly.

She was already so weak from the way Daddy had been abusing her for the last few days.

Her face was a bloody, swollen and bruised mess.

Big patches of her hair had been ripped out exposing her raw and bleeding scalp.

Her limbs were all snapped, twisted and mangled.

Just from looking at her, I could tell that he had ripped her open from cunt to asshole.

It made me feel special knowing that Daddy had held back from snuffing her out so that we could do it together.

I knew that making her scream and beg for her life would make his cock stiff.

Squeezing this bitch’s mutilated face, I forced her mouth open.

I slurped her bloody tongue into my mouth and bit down, sinking my teeth into it.

My teeth went through her tongue like a hot knife through butter and I bit it right off.

Chewing it up and spewing it across her face made Daddy excited.

While I used a rusty pair of pliers to pry her teeth out of her skull, Daddy drilled his cock into my wet, horny pussy.

She was already so weak and drained of blood that she couldn’t put up much of a fight.

After a few minutes she stopped screaming and got all limp.

That’s when I took Daddy’s saw to her chest.

It was messy and blood sprayed everywhere but we got her chest split open.

 I got to live out my lifelong dream of eating a human heart and Daddy got to watch me snuff out yet another bitch while he fucked me!

 

 

Taboo Phone Sex fantasies with Cora & her Step-Bro!

Taboo Phone Sex

 

Taboo Phone Sex fantasies like when my stepbrother spends the weekend for Valentine’s Day!

I had no idea he was going to intrude on my plans of spending the holiday alone!

I bought a new vibrator I wanted to try out!

But now he is saying he is staying with me!

Guess he will just have to overhear me breaking my own hymen and making myself squirt!

He will just have to enjoy the sounds and the vibrations against my clit that make me scream.

If I’m lucky, maybe he will climb into my bed and help fuck me!

Screw the silicone cock give me the real deal!

I’ve always wanted to fuck my step bros’ thick, veiny cock anyway, so now is the perfect time to pounce!

 

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Sadistic phone sex & Making More Holes for Him to Fuck

Sadistic Phone SexOne thing about me, I can be an evil, vile little bitch. That’s why I enjoy Sadistic phone sex to the fullest. What guys don’t understand when they call is what a dangerous question it is to ask ” Well Faith, what are you into… what makes you hot?” Usually I giggle, and go on about some more vanilla-ish things that do turn me on, while still heiring on the taboo side. Next to being a victim turned killer, I also like incest, and all forced fantasy play, and have even met a time or 2 that furry friends have gotten me excited.

I Love Snuff, Debauchery, Depravity and all things Taboo

Then I had this call with Randall. Randall has quickly moved up the ranks and has become a favorite fuck of mine. He just has this innocence about him ( that I secretly want to ruin in every way) and oozes boyish charm, all the while feeling unusually sinister in his own way. I get incredibly turned on when he calls, My snatch always soaks my panties at his cute, “hello”.

Last night I wanted to take care of Randall, so I told him that I would have a sweet surprise for him when he got home from work. While he was at work. I managed to go to the mall and befriend a beautiful, sweet, shy redhead. She was just hanging out with some friends… I told her is was my Husbands Birthday and I really wanted to take him out tonight but alas we just could not find a babysitter.

She volunteered to come home with me. Once I got her home, I knocked her out. Dragging her lip body upstairs. I stripped her of all clothes Restraining her to our four poster bed. . Her Pale skin so soft reminding me of the purest milk. Long red hair, that shined like fire, draped over her shoulders. Milky soft natural tits with pale pink nipples so pillowy and supple. Then, her tight taught little cunt with the softest little muff of bright red Pussy Hair.

The damage I intended to do, was giving me euphoria

Upon Randall’s arrival home. I tell him of his surprise that awaits him. We both go up to the bedroom. Where a once calm and quiet Teen girl, is now wriggling and writhing against her restraints. The crying and begging alone was causing my cunt to leak and making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I told Randall I wanted to watch him assault her holes all of them, violently.  I knew her cunt had been used, so I wanted him to break her asshole open.

Once Randall penetrated all her holes, stretching them out. I made knew ones with  a sharp blade, sticking her above her rib but beneath her rib cage. That’s the softest. Making the hole small enough for him to feel like he was taking her virginity. I watch as Randall worked and forced his cock into her side, forcing warm sticky slick blood to gush out of her opening and coating him.

Fisting her tight cunt. I Loved making her Scream. Watching her eyes Blare all the way open. Wide and alert, to each touch, and rip. Feeling all the pain we wanted her to endure. I urged Randall to cum, to fill his new hole with his spunk. Watching him pump, and fuck our home made hole, was making me tetter on the edge.

Finally I reach for the blade again, and commence to splitting her from sternum to snatch. I wanted to be elbow deep inside our little prize as Randall found his sweet release in such and unsuspecting victim.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Make Rena’s Cunt Throb

Rape phone sex fantasies are something that stay in my mind every day.  It’s so hot to fantasize about a hot man I meet out maybe at a club.  Before I know it, he forced himself inside of me causing excruciating pain with each thrust while his other hand clamped over mouth muffling any cries for help that might escape past his fingers digging into cheeks . His breath hot on neck sending shivers down spine despite surroundings being so terrifying . He continued pounding my cunt relentlessly until finally spent leaving mess within depths soul aching more than physical wounds ever could have imagined possible.

Forcing Himself On Me

His cock was so throbbing hard but I couldn’t decide. Did I like it. Was my pussy really this wet over this man forcing his cock inside my cunt.  He was so big it touched my insides in places I didn’t know possible.  He kept coming down and biting my tits making my nipples rock hard.  The bite mark surrounded my nipple. It looked kind of hot.rape phone sex fantasies

I don’t remember much after that. All I know is that when he finally left me alone, I was a broken shell of the person I used to be. My body ached in places it shouldn’t have been possible for something so small to cause so much pain. There were tears streaked across my face and dried blood between my legs from where he had violated me over and over again without any care or regard for my wellbeing.

It took what felt like an eternity before someone found me; by then it was already too late – the damage had been done both physically and emotionally. The police were called, but even they couldn’t bring back what had been taken from me that night…my innocence, my trust, maybe even a part of myself that will never recover from this horrific experience.

I Belong in Snuff Movies, That’s What Men Tell Me

snuff moviesSo many people think I belong in snuff movies. Although, I’ve made a few, I honestly try to avoid the snuff world, believe it or not. I survived nine days snowed in with my family. Surprisingly enough, I successfully traded enough cocaine to last for the blizzard.

But yesterday the weather felt great. For once, it did not feel like single-digit weather. And I decided to go out and see if I could score some more coke so I could watch the Super Bowl with my boys and their friends. Plus, I think I experienced some cabin fever. I just needed to get out of the house.

I went to this little dive bar first because I thought I could party with some old blue-collar workers. They love to share their coke. Although I’m talking about a bump here and a bump there. It’s not like I would walk away with a huge bag of coke. This bar appeared safe. But then I saw him. And I almost pissed myself.

I saw a snuff porn director who I’ve worked for in the past. The last time I did, he sent me to the ER, with a broken arm and a fractured ankle. Not to mention all the bruises. But when I went to the ER, they all assumed my husband beat me up. I never confirmed that, but I never denied it either. Once he saw me, I could not escape. I think I pissed him off with polite pleasantries. He pushed me into a single stall bathroom. And I tried not to panic.

Sometimes, I Wonder if I Will Dying Trying to Score Blow

He pulled out some coke from his pocket. And I should’ve known better. As soon as I got a taste of his excellent cocaine, he started strangling me. Hard. I thought he might crush my windpipe. He held me against the wall with his hand on my throat. And I heard him unzip his pants. Strangling felt like the least of the evils. He wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me.

The music sounded so loud outside, combined with all the talking. I didn’t think anybody would hear me scream. But he kept his hand on my throat the entire time so I could not truly scream as he forced his cock in and out of my pussy. At least he let me get high first, I thought to myself. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel the pain.

He fucked my pussy hard. By the time he finished, he released his grip on my throat, and I fell to the ground with a thud. He spit on me and called me a whore. Tossed me a little bag of coke to get me through game at best. Now I have a ring around my neck from his hands. And I still don’t have enough coke to get through another week.

Snuff Sex is The Best Conjuring Dark Depths of Desire

It was another Snuff sex scene, that started brutal. 
Suddenly the door creaks open. A hand clamps around my throat from behind, fingers digging deep and choking off my air until stars explode behind my eyes. Yet he squeezes harder, then abruptly releases. Leaving me gasping, dizzy, and my cunt pulsing with fresh need.
Next he shoves me forward. I drop hard to my knees on the icy concrete. Where he approaches me and sizes up my torn whore body.
When he finally stops in front of me, he yanks my head back by the hair.
“Look at me,” he growls. I lift my gaze and meet cold, empty hunger staring back.
Without warning he slaps me viciously across the face, then again on the other side. Tears blur my vision as he tightens his grip until my scalp screams.
“Tell me you want me to hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me,” I choke out, voice raw and trembling.
This makes him chuckle cruelly, then drives his knee into my gut. As the air blasts from my lungs, I collapse. Immediately he grabs my ankles and drags me across jagged concrete that shreds my skin raw.

Snuff Sex is Raw and Without Any Sympathy

Once he reaches the center, he rolls me onto my back, unbuckles his belt, and wraps it around his fist. Leather cracks across my tits. I scream.
Then he strikes over and over,  welts rising fast, breasts bouncing with every brutal lash while my nipples harden in agony. After he tosses the belt aside, he unzips, and pulls out his thickening cock. Then he straddles my chest, and rams it between my lips.
As he fucks my face mercilessly, his hands pinning my skull down. All while driving so deep I gag violently, tears streaming, spit bubbling down my chin. Finally he pulls back just enough for a ragged breath, then slams in again, choking me until panic floods my veins.
Abruptly he withdraws, flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, spits on my ass, and plunges in dry. The searing burn rips through me. I scream into the floor as he pounds without mercy, using my hair like reins to slam even harder, cock stretching my ass hole raw.
Suddenly he pulls out, flips me again, and draws a knife. Now the blade traces my thigh, slicing a thin red line.

 Fear and thrill collide in my clit, This is the making of Snuff Porn

“Are you ready to die, Geneva?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Use me. Kill me.”
Then he smiles cruelly, drags the knife across my throat—shallow, just enough to bleed and fake death. Consequently, warmth spills across my skin.
With conviction, my body convulses in a shattering orgasm, cunt clenching hard, squirting scorching jets across my thighs’.
Nevertheless he watches coldly, I shudder through it, he wipes the blade on my leg, and stands.
“You’re not dying today,” he says, zipping up. and continues : “There’s more fun left in your whore body”.
Next he hauls me up, drags me to a stained mattress, and dumps ice-cold bleach-water over me.
Violently shivering I am left confused. At this point he turns on the camera. The red light blinks to life.
“For posterity,” he says. “So everyone remembers what a worthless slut you are”.
Naturally he slams into my dripping cunt, and pounds me brutally. All while the lens captures every gasp, every tear, every drop of blood and cum.
Now I stare into the camera—broken, bleeding, alive in the filth—and feel completely whole.
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