Category: Torture phone sex

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, An Addiction of My Homicidal Mind

Homicide is a fixation and Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are perfect to play out this. As a tender young little demon I was torturing and killing things.

Honestly, I liked making my dollies all bloody and dismembering them. In these early years I even learned to make nooses. And with these I would hang my dolls. Then I  would stab them and use red paint for blood.

One time I was fascinated with blood and I took a razor blade to a boy at school. I slit a tiny mark on the back of his neck. He sat in front of me and I wanted to play with some blood. The fucking brat screamed and cried. Due to his scene I was taken from the classroom.

Fast forward now, I am so intrigued by how much a body bleeds out. Gaining a  love of stabbing little brats and their mommies. I like to compare how their bodies bleed out.

In fact I have gone so far as to even go shopping at Hunting stores to buy all kinds of tools to process the hunt. Only the hunt is human for me.

Once I get the blood collected I love to just bath in it. Like Bathory. A bloodbath is so delicious and rejuvenating.

Finally I will often pour a couple of bottles of champagne or spumante in my blood. This is to keep the blood from coagulating too quickly. And lets face it I love a little efflorescence in my blood bath.

You see It’s my version of a bath bomb.

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Ass rape porn is what sadistic men love to make

How many times did you want to make your own Ass rape porn and was too chicken shit to do it. Well, my uncle never hesitated to get what he wanted. He started with my mother and used her asshole while taking pictures. But like any other sadistic animal, he elevated. Soon he was luring young dumb sluts into the woods and using them as masturbation tools. Mom told about all the times she had to be his accomplice and get rid of limp bodies dripping in blood and sperm.

My uncle’s clothes were always blood stained and mom had to clean them. Soon I found out when he pulled me out of bed one night. “Get up little whore, it is time for you to learn your place in the world. Since I was so small it was easy for him to rip my clothes and tie my hands behind my back. “You can cry all you want, but your mother knows not to disturb me” my uncle said to me sternly as I watched him pull his cock out. It was big and thick and veiny like a monster.

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I tried to say something but then he rammed his cock down my throat. Even after I choked and had tears flowing down my face, my uncle pushed deeper down my throat. He doesn’t care if a slut can’t sleep, all he cares about are his sadistic needs. After more hard pumping my body gave up and I passed out. Didn’t take long for my uncle to start using me for his Rape phone sex fantasies. I woke up to the sharp pain running through my body from my asshole. My uncle was ripping my butthole open with his monster cock.

As I tried to look around to see if anything could help me out of this, I saw he had a camera prepped up to capture the full torture he was giving me. “Beg me to let you go” he moaned out as my uncle pumped his cock meat in my ripped hole. “Please uncle, stop, it hurts so bad” I cried out. But that only made him fuck me harder. Then I felt his hands wrap around my neck. My uncle started to strangle me like I was a worthless hooker. As every breath in my body left me, my uncle started to pump sperm in me. I woke up to my uncle watching the torture fuck he just had given me.

The Night of Debauchery: A Snuff phone sex Fantasy

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Let me take you on a journey, a descent into the perverse and forbidden. A phone call ignited a fire, a mysterious stranger with a voice like molten chocolate. Our conversations ignited the darkest corners of our minds, a match struck in the depths of depravity.

I yearned for the darkness he promised, a world where pleasure and pain intertwined. I was his willing participant, eager to explore the edges of morality. One fateful night, he suggested a game, a twisted fantasy of power and submission. I played along, curious and aroused, as he painted a scene of exotic torture.

In person, he was a vision of sin and desire. His eyes, like sharp knives, pierced my soul, the thrill indescribable. He bound me, a delicate sacrifice at his alter of pleasure. The night unfolded, a tapestry of sensation. Whips whispered across my skin, leaving it sore . The crack of leather, mixed with my euphoric screams, echoed through the chambers of our lust.

His teeth marked my body, claiming me as his possession. The true masterpiece, however, was yet to come. With a gleam of wickedness, he produced a scalpel, its cold touch against my flesh sending shivers down my spine. He sliced open the tender petals of my core, and I peaked, screaming his name in ecstasy.

They found me, satiated and drenched in desire’s aftermath. A wicked grin adorned my lips, a testament to the erotic horror I had experienced. This is a tale of caution, a woman’s plunge into her wildest dreams—a journey some may never return from.

Bloody Phone Sex Makes My Pussy Wet

I love bloody phone sex! I enjoy fucking while on my period or cutting myself and using the blood as lube in my pussy and in my ass. The other day, I had a hot session with a guy I met online.  I love blood play and knife play so that is a great mix.  The first thing he did was run his knife in between my tits and the red blood transfixed me. He took his finger and dipped it in my blood. He then let me taste my own blood. I love the taste of blood.  he took some of my blood and rubbed it all over his cock and pushed it into my pussy. It felt so warm and slippery.  I was so fucking turned on by the feeling of his cum mixing with the blood. After he came deep inside me I cleaned off his cock with my tongue.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex I Might Enjoy More Than You

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.

Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.

This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.

I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk

However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.

I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.

Knife Play Phone Sex Turns Me On

 

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Knife play phone sex make me so horny. I’m sitting in my bed right now, wondering what it would feel like to have someone else make these tiny little cuts on my body. I love the way the first cut feels, the sting it sends down my body. The way that it makes me feel is so addicting. I just can’t help but reach down with the tip of my finger, and wipe the blood up, and taste it. I like to make small cuts first, and then go deeper and deeper. Pushing the tip of the shiny blade deeper into mu flesh, exposing what’s underneath my white meat. Did you know that you can literally slice off your own skin like lunch meat? I didn’t know that until I was sitting bored one day and grabbed my knife that I had just gotten done sharpening and slowly pressed it onto my thigh and pulled upwards. Originally, I was just trying to see if it was sharp enough to cut the hairs on my thigh, but it had literally taken off a thin layer off the top of my skin. It sent a searing erotic pain down the back of spine. It was so fucking sexy. I’d love to have someone tie me down and glide the tip of the knife up and down my body. Little cuts here and there. Making my body bleed. Licking the drops of blood off my body. Cut by cut starting at my chest, down my stomach, and ending down at my pussy. Taking my clit in your mouth and biting it. Making me jump in pain and pleasure. 

Mutilation phone sex for the Lolita Hitchhiker

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex does make my cunny drip and ache to be fucked so hard after we fuck up some young tight hitchhiker. My heart flutters and I get fixated on her every move! Especially as I watch the young girl’s eyes widen in terror, her big brown eyes pleading for mercy. I can’t help but chuckle and whisper, “You just want it so bad, don’t you? You want to feel my big daddies, thick cock filling up your tight, fresh baby-smooth hole.”

Mutilation phone sex for the Lolita Hitchhiker

I roughly strip her down, running my fingers over her soft skin, tracing the curves of her cunny in her panties. Her eyes plead to help, as though I would ever!   She reaches up to hit me, but I grab her wrist, twisting it behind her back until I hear a crack. “You’re not ready yet,” I growl. “First, we need to prepare your body with Big daddy’s cat-nine-tails coming.”

Torture sex is bloody! 

With a swift, precise motion, I cut away her underwear, revealing her engorged little fat sex.  Swashing through the air before either of us can react is the whip, and she screams as flesh is torn away. “Hit her in the tits and face, daddy!” I scream, unable to contain myself. “Slash her up like Hamburger!”  I watch in satisfaction as the whip tears her skin and her body writhes in agony. This is going to be a long night of Torture sex!

Snuff Porn Is How I Pay My Way as A Bimbo Slut

When it comes to me making a living I turn to Snuff porn. Of course I do work in an office as a good little bimbo with big tits. I am often taking care of the dick tation needs of my Boss.

Sometimes even, my boss decides I need to help him out and enjoys getting me to do bad things to my boyfriends. Really, Mr. D just can’t resist watching the guys I date become tortured by me. All the while I jerk him off.

So we started to make a series of Snuff films where I am doing random guys I date, dirty. One of my favorite was going to a Office party with my Boyfriend and he catches me jerking off my boss. Obviously my tits are out and I am stroking him really nice like.

So my boyfriend comes in and I giggle and ask him to just come closer I have a secret. I take a syringe full of the secret <serum that the company is working on. I inject his balls with hît and watch them become infected and big.

Those balls filled up with so much puss. He was screaming in pain. I kept jerking my boss off and asked my boyfriend what was wrong? Doesn’t it feel good? And I dig the point of my nail into the tip of that boculitus prick. I burst his bubble and asked his he felt better.

Ooops, I guess he didn’t, but Mr. D came all over my tits.

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Torture Phone Sex: I Need to Be Careful What I Ak For

torture phone sexI am no stranger to torture phone sex. Honestly, I love pain. Perhaps, I am a masochist. Which is something I struggle with sometimes. I possess two sides to me. One is the soccer mom who lives in the suburbs and shuffles young ones around to school and games. I have a loving family including a doting husband. However, the other side of me likes to snort copious amounts of cocaine and explore dark fantasies. And of course, the higher I get, the wilder I become.

Friday night, I was home alone. My husband took the boys to a soccer tournament out of the city. And because of work, I stayed home. I told myself I would do some Spring cleaning and maybe pamper myself too. But I did way too much coke. And I guess I texted this one dealer I use occasionally that I had some home invasion phone sex fantasies I wanted to explore. The problem with me is that I get high and forget who I texted and what I said.

I Get High and Ask for Pain

By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late to back out. I was on the couch half passed out when I noticed I was not home alone any longer. About six masked intruders surrounded me. One guy pulled me off the couch and tossed me to the floor. He began yelling at me and degrading me for being a whore mother. While he yelled and berated me, his friends pinned me down and ripped my clothes off.

Suddenly, I realized I asked for this. But I could not back out because these men came here with a purpose. They came here to gang bang the coked-up soccer mom. Part of me wanted it too. They turned me into a gangbang rape porn star. No matter how much I pleaded, they did not stop. And truthfully, I did not want them to stop either. But I am a pain slut who loves to be used, hurt and violated.

They fucked me for hours before they left. And when they left my asshole appeared to be hanging on the outside rather than inside. I had bruises and ligature marks forming on my body. And I smelled like a men’s public urinal. I need to be careful what I ask for.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies are such a fucking turn on.  Imagine I’m your ex GF, who cheated on you and left you. I want you to slip in while I’m sleeping. Jump on top of me and start tying my ass to the bed. Nice and tight, with me screaming and moving all over the bed. Kick me and punch the shit out of me to make stop moving.

Scream at me and tell me that if I don’t stop moving, that you’re going to slit my fucking throat. You shove a sock in my mouth so no one can hear me. Now that I’m tied to the bed what the fuck are you waiting for?  You rip off my fucking clothes. My muffled screams you can hear, but you don’t give a shit. All you want is to force your throbbing hard cock deep into my tight pussy. I never would give up my pussy to you when you wanted it, so now you’re going to take it. Shove it in nice and fucking deep, make me fucking take it.

All that aggression you have towards me, take it out on me. Slap my tits and squeeze my nipples. I want you to use your teeth and bite my nipples until you can taste my blood. You feel me squirm while you’re shoving in your cock as hard and deep as you can get it. You look down at your cock sliding in and out and notice blood, you’ve torn my pussy from fucking me so hard. Your cocks all nice and shiny from my blood.

Pull it out. Force feed me my own bloody pussy juices. You remove the sock and before I can say a single word you shove your bloody cock down my throat. Forcing your cock down my throat. Not letting me get any air. My mouth and face covered in my own pussy blood. You straddle my chest, fucking my mouth harder and harder, and right as you’re about to cum, you pull out and cum all over my face.