Category: Torture phone sex

Torture Sex For Rena Makes Her Cunt Dripping Wet

torture sexAs I lay there, bound and helpless, I couldn’t help but get turned on by this type of torture sex.  The anticipation of what was to come filled me with both dread and arousal. The man who called himself You approached me, his eyes darkening as he ran a rough hand down my body. He was huge – much larger than any man I’d ever been with before. His touch sent shivers of excitement through my core despite the fear that gripped my heart.

He began by teasingly tracing his fingers over every inch of my skin, paying special attention to those places that made me squirm in pleasure: my breasts, stomach, thighs… everywhere except where I ached for him most – between my legs. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of tormenting build-up, he positioned himself at last between them and slowly pushed inside me.

I gasped at the initial pain but soon found myself lost in the sensation as he started moving within me; each thrust causing a fresh wave of agony mixed with ecstasy to wash over me. It felt so wrong yet so right all at once; like nothing else mattered except this moment where our bodies were intertwined in a dance of dominance and submission.

His hips pounded against mine relentlessly while his other hand roughly squeezed one breast while pinching the nipple on another sending shockwaves through out entire being .As if reading my thoughts ,he leaned down ,his hot breath fanning across face “You love this don’t you?” He growled into ear .”You love being used like this.” And suddenly I couldn’t deny it any longer. The truth was undeniable; I did love this – loved how he took control and made me feel wanted despite the circumstances. My body responded eagerly to his every touch, moaning in pleasure as he continued to pound into me without mercy.

My Foster Daddy Beats Me When We Fuck

Violent phone sex Violent phone sex. Just when I thought I found the perfect foster family shit went all the way left, My big dick Mexican step daddy went from fucking me until my legs were like noodles, to beating the shit out of me during sex, It started out with hard slaps to my ass cheeks which I love, and slapping my face with his big long heavy dick to him slapping me in the face if I don’t say when I am cumming or choking me out if my teeth scrape his dick while he his fucking me throat, I cant help it his dick is super fat and he pumps in my throat really fast and aggressively , he even gets mad when I am on my cycle, he fucks me anyway but punches me when I refuse to give him head after he pulls out of my red tunnel. The last straw was when we did anal and I got some crap on his cock, Again it was not my fault he pounded me so fucking hard with that huge monster cock, I just couldn’t hold it and for that he  beat the shit out of me literally he punched me until shit came out and he then smeared my face in it like a puppy that didn’t go on the pad, I have to get out of here before he kills me. Will you help me escape?

Bloody phone sex makes my snuff pussy explode

Bloody phone sex means I am soaked head to toe. I love lying tits deep in fresh blood. I feel like I will turn into a vampire, forever young and beautiful. When my clit hits warm blood, I can cum instantly. Nice and sticky, I am ready for my Master’s perverted torments. Bloody phone sex
Master usually starts by beating me with his belt until my tits are covered in bloody welts. He calls me a filthy whore and tells me to beg for more. “Louder, you worthless cumrag!” he screams as the leather bites into my flesh. “Beg me to allow you to pleasure me with your holes!”
Only when my voice is raw and bleeding does he consider me adequately punished. He unchains me and forces me to crawl to his feet, kissing and licking his combat boots. I look up at him pleadingly, tears and snot running down my face. “Please, Master, use my cunt!”
Master grabs a fistful of my filthy hair and drags me upstairs. He shoves me face-first into the mirror. “Look at yourself, you disgusting whore. What do you see?”
“Your pathetic bitch, Sir!” I sob. “A broken object for you to ruin however you wish!”
He backhands me across the face. “That’s right. Now go prepare one of the donors.”
I scramble to obey, knowing what this means. I climb into bed with a naked, unconscious man. Probably some poor slob Master drugged and brought back here to be my favorite living dildo. I wrap my cunt around his flaccid cock and start to grind, feeling him begin to swell inside me.
It’s so deliciously degrading to rape a helpless victim, to use his body for my own pleasure without his consent. I ride him harder, panting and moaning like an animal.
I’m so lost in perverse ecstasy that I barely even feel the first cut. The knife slices into my tit, and searing pain explodes through my body. I convulse and howl, cumming violently on my rape victim’s cock. My blood pours down my chest and splatters his face. I go wild and suck the blood from my Snuff sex victim.

Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

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Happy birthday to the evil phone sex lover that used me as his human birthday cake tonight. In his perfect, kinky fantasy, he stripped me completely naked, doused my nipples in lighter fluid and lit them on fire like little cake candles. I tried to scream but he had already started slicing into my throat. He didn’t cut my head off right away but he slit deep enough so that blood was squirting out and soaking everything around me. While I was spewing a thick spray of blood all over everything, he was beating the fuck out of me with a spiked bat. Every blow made more blood rain down and drip from the walls and brought me closer and closer to blacking out. I was already limp and cold by the time he finally finished taking his aggression out on me with that bat. A few more quick slices with his blade and my head was detached from my body. I rubbed my drenched cunt while he talked about looking into my lifeless eyes and stroking his dick with the gaped bloody hole that was my neck and throat. That sick fuck’s twisted fantasy left my panties soaked and my pussy dripping but I know that you can top him and make my whore cunt even more wet! Hit me up so you can use me next.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Take the Focus off of Me

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls we can all enjoy. It takes the pressure off me. Although technically, I consider myself a switch, I prefer to kidnap and help men with their violent or rape fantasies. I’ve served my time on the circuit. So, nothing wrong with taking a breather and helping you instead of being the victim, right?

Marcus met me years ago when I still had a violent master. He seemed just as afraid of my master as I did. We ran into each other last month and exchanged phone numbers. Master made him fuck a Lolita whore in front of me to ensure his silence. Although he did not want to do it, he had no choice. He knew what I knew. Anyone who said no to my former master ended up dead.

Behind Every Sick Perverted Man is a Female Accomplice

But turns out master created a Lolita fucker in the moment. He never thought he would enjoy teen rape porn, but he did. The problem has been finding the right opportunity and the right girl. Running into me solved half his problem. But I told him it solved all his problems because I could get the girl for him. Bring her to him on silver platter, and I did.

I knew what he wanted because he told me. So, I kidnapped a young blonde Lolita and helped him fuck her. Of course, a good accomplice makes a movie for you to enjoy afterwards. He destroyed this Lolita’s cunt and her ass. Split her in two and he did not mean to hurt her that badly. But his dick seemed damn near a foot long. And I picked him out a young tiny girl. Clearly a virgin too.

She cried, screamed and begged for her mommy. But all she got was cock. Big cock shoved in all her tiny holes. He did not have the stomach for killer phone sex. So, I finished her off and gave her a burial at sea. She will never be found.  I learned from the best how to dispose of a body.

Bloody Seduction: A Sadistic Delight

Knife play phone sexHey there, you sick fucks, who can’t get enough of my twisted tales. You want to hear something dark, something that’ll make your cock twitch with guilty pleasure. Well, strap in, because I’m about to take you on a journey to the depths of my depraved mind.

Some of you might think I’m a monster, a cruel dominatrix who gets off on others’ pain. But bitches love attention, and I’m here to give it to them in the most sinister way possible. Take this little cutter, for instance. She plays innocent, but I know her game—she wants to be saved, only to be fucked over again. So, I lure her in, promising a different kind of release. I show her the art of self-destruction, not the pathetic wrist-slitting she’s used to. No, we’re talking about slicing those perky tits, carving up those thighs, and shaving those pussy lips. A real artist leaves her signature, right?

As the blade cuts through her tender flesh, her screams fill the room. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the blood that I lovingly smear across her body. I revel in her pain, my fingers painting her nipples with her own lifeblood. Her cries only fuel my desire, my pussy throbbing with each new cut. Some might call me a psychopath, but I know what you really think. You love my brutal honesty, the way I embrace the darkness that lives within us all. You keep coming back for more, craving the twisted scenarios I weave, the sickening pleasure of watching a bitch snuff it out.

So, buckle up, my pet, as I guide you through this macabre fantasy. You won’t find a safer space than here, where your darkest desires are free to roam and your cock can salute the freak flag I proudly wave. 😈🔪😜

Cannibalism phone sex whores get roasted slowly

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.

Torture Sex Fantasies Turn Real When You Fantasize about Castration

torture sexTorture sex fantasies never remain fantasies for me. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture. Although I do castrate losers, sometimes I just enjoy ruining their junk without removing a man’s balls. There is a thing called chemical castration. Although it refers to taking a pill to kill the sperm, I have my own form of chemical castration.

When I am in the mood to ruin a guy’s manhood, I put on spiked heels and do a little jig on his testicles. That deflates them. Ruins them for life. Sometimes, I put a castration ban around a pair of nuts. But cutting off the blood flow kills the balls. Destroying those testicles rendering them useless. And once a loser’s balls shrivel up and die, they can no long procreate or fuck. However, most days, that satisfies me enough. I love the fact that men can look down at their dead balls and remember me fondly.

Okay, perhaps they do not remember this sadistic phone sex bitch fondly. But they will always remember me. And hopefully they will have nightmares about me forever. Trevor, my latest victim, begged me to castrate him. How fucked up are you if you beg me to castrate you? I do not play games. So, no roleplays for me. If you tell me you fantasize about a sexy bitch mutilating your junk, I deliver.

I Do Not Do Fantasy Castration. Real or Nothing with Me.

Poor sap. I shocked him when I turned his fantasy into reality. Not a problem for me. And, I feel no remorse for such things. In fact, I never feel remorse. I make the world a better place for women when I neuter losers like Trevor. We had some drinks at a Goth bar. Then I took him back to his place and tortured his balls. You cannot tell me you have fantasies about castration phone sex and expect me to simulate your cock and ball torture. But I do not work that way.

I tied Trevor up and trampled his worthless nuts. I put on some Led Zepplin and danced in my spiked heels on his nuts officially busting each nut. His screams of pain only made me dance longer. Your pain is my aphrodisiac. Even though I ruined his balls in less than ten minutes, I kept on torturing his dead sack with needles and razor blades. When I left him, he had passed out in his own puke with his balls dying. Perfect date night for me.

Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe.

Taboo phone sex             Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe. Boy, were you wrong. Nothing is safe.  Not you, not me, not no one. Going to rock you, sock you, kick you in the nads. Now that is fun. For me.

            Come mister tally man tally me some cocks. Wrack them up for me to knock them down. As soon as you enter you know you are with a killer. Now, I am not just any killer. I am the killer that will be taking you apart.

            Piece by piece that is why I am the Killer phone sex queen bee.  All in all, I will kill, for the good of the hive. To be sure it is necessary. I like being a killer. Do you like being snuffed out like a little bitch? Bet you do. After all, you come a crawling on your belly like a low-down piece of dirt.

            Begging and pleading with your mommy. Well, mommy isn’t here right now. In fact, all you got is the killer bee that is going to sting you to death. Slow and painful.

To be sure it will be torturous. It is what you deserve.