Category: Torture phone sex

Smoking Suffocation Phone Sex

suffocation phone sexShe screamed and the smell of charred flesh filled the air.  I was playing one of my favorite suffocation phone sex games. This one involved a lit cigarette and lots of smoke. Looking at your erect cock, I knew you were enjoying it too.

We had picked up this little truckstop whore along the Interstate yesterday. She was thumbing home after her shift and it was her lucky day. You lit up a fattie laced with something and she greedily inhaled it. She was snoring in the backseat when we pulled far back into the woods.

I tied her to a table. Your cock was throbbing so hard that I was afraid you’d come. The tip of my cigarette fixed that real quick. Your pain is my pleasure. And the best was yet to come.

She awoke painfully, barely able to focus. When she realized what had happened and opened her mouth to scream, I busted her lip. “Time to play, slut.” I purred.  I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I reached for a plastic bag from the nearby drawer. It was clear so that when I pulled it over her head and duct taped it at her throat, I could see the fear in her eyes.

This is where it gets fun. These are special plastic bags with a valve. I took a long drag on my ciggie and blew it into the bag. The nicotine and carbon monoxide created a gas chamber that deprived the victim of oxygen. She would die a terrible death by suffocation. Of course, I expedited her demise by burning her flesh, her tits and labia, with my Marlboro. The harder she screamed, the faster she died.

Right before she took her final breath, I turned her over to you. Your swollen meat could barely wait to fuck her seared flesh and fill her with cum as she shuddered out her final breath.

Whipped

Sadistic phone sexMy drug addict boyfriend sold me to you for $200. I’m scared because I see the evil in your eyes. And my judgement id right on the nail, because as soon as my man leaves you slap my face hard. You drag me by the hair to your basement. I look around and see that you’ve turned your basement into a torture chamber. You tie my hands together and hang me from the ceiling. You cut my clothes off with a knife, nicking my flesh several times because you’re in a rush. Next you grab a pitcher full of water a throw the cold water on my naked body. I’m shivering and my are teeth chattering with tears falling down my face. But it gets worse when you grab a leather horse whip and strike my wet flesh over and over again. No one can hear my screams. No one was going to rescue me.

Snuff Sex and A Venomous Vixen

When Satan ripped the virginity from my cunt with his rabid meatstick I was loaded out of my fucking mind! There was some Black Metal playing deep growling Norwegian filthy fucking deep throatal growls of dark lyrics all of which make me so fucking hot and my cunt secretes its poisonous venom. My victim, YOU will kneel down and lap up that sweet cunt juice.

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As you feel the effects of my cunt venom your cock is enraged and throbbing to fuck. You push it inside my poisonous cunt and as you start thrusting the pain hits you as I squeeze my pussy muscles around that rod and sever it with the teeth hidden inside. Castrating you with my venomous vixen vagina is the very thing I look forward to as I push your severed organ from my orifice of fuck. This tasty meat rod is an offering to daddy Satan.

 

Torture sex

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I always think I am in good company but the truth is I put myself in some pretty compromising positions. I was at a party and everyone was pretty tipsy except for the dude that was lingering around me. He seemed like such a nice guy. Usually nice guys finish last right? Not this time. He was quiet and awkward but just enough to the point where it was charming.

He asked if I wanted to go upstairs to talk more. I of course said yes. We found ourselves in one of the rooms. He pushed me on to the bed where he lifted my dress up and ripped my panties off unto my ankles. He put his hand around my neck and proceeded to choke me. His hands gripped into my wrist, and waist as he forced his cock into my pussy.

I do not think he even cared about what whole he was forcing himself into. I felt my ass and pussy ripping open as he continued to pound me deep and hard. I was yelling but there was no chance of anyone hearing me. The music was too loud. I saw him grab a knife from out of his pants while he was still inside of me.

He held it over my neck as he announced that he was cumming and started to cut into my throat. I could feel his cum squirting inside of me as the sharp blade plunged into my artery. I felt my blood saturate my hair and body. He quickly pulled his pants up and left. Left me there on the mattress to bleed out. Sometimes it’s the nice ones to stay away from.

Skinned Alive

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I met a man online, and although I knew it was dangerous, I went to meet up with him when he invited me to his cottage in the forest. I drove through a lot of wilderness to get there, and when I arrived, I cursed myself for falling for his innocent way of making this sound like a cozy cottage, when really, this was clearly a cabin in the woods. A perfect murder scene. Despite my better judgement, I went inside anyway. He offered me a seat, then went to get me a drink. My back was to the kitchen, and when he came back, he hit me over the head with something heavy, knocking me out cold. When I woke up, I was in some sort of hunting shed, strapped down. He was standing over me, holding a long knife. He began to peel my skin from my flesh, starting down on my legs. Screaming, I thought I might pass out from the pain. There was so much blood dripping down, but not enough to kill me. I would be alive for every moment of the torture. He laughed maniacally as he stripped each section of my skin. Peeling off the skin from my tits seemed to be his favorite. He carefully outlined each breast and nipple before pulling them apart. At the end, when all my skin had been removed, he climbed onto the table with his throbbing cock in his hand. Barely conscious, I whimpered as he raped my skinless pussy. My flesh squished with each thrust. He drove the knife hilt-deep into my chest as he came, snuffing out the tiny spark of life that still remained in my mutilated flesh.

Teen Rape Porn: My Son Can Get a New Girlfriend

teen rape pornDo you like teen rape porn? I know what you are thinking. I am way too old to be a teen. That is true; however, I have sons, so I have access to teen pussy too. My little mother fuckers are pussy magnets. I got jammed up with one of my dealers. He gave me a way out. My pussy is too old and used up for him or any of his clients. He can’t make as much money off me as he can young girls. I just had to deliver him a virgin girl. That is harder than you think these days. My middle boy had a little girl over to study. I was sure she was a virgin. She is a good Catholic girl. I spiked her Kool-Aid so she would pass out and I could check her bald slit. I saw a hymen. I won’t lie, I wanted to fist the little whore. She was everything I no longer was, but if I ruined her pussy, I was out of drugs. I told my son she got sick and I was taking her home. He never asks questions. I delivered her unconscious body to Raul. He was impressed. He inspected her tight holes and concluded she was untouched too. It was a good night for a gangbang rape porn. He stripped her naked and called in his buddies. I felt bad when I saw how savagely they fucked her holes. Not just cocks. They used fists and baseball bats too. She was getting tore the fuck up like a piece of meat by savage animals. She was semi awake. I guess the pain woke her up. Raul tossed me some coke. I got high. You know, I tuned in and dropped out. That young little school girl was never going home again. I just had to come up with a good story to explain what happened when she left my house to never be seen again, unless you consider snuff porn being seen again.

It was ruthless but it had to be done!

taboo phone sexI’ve been trying to train a new accomplice recently but she turned out to be too weak to be my accomplice in anything! Fucking bitch pued the first time I showed her a mutilated corpse, how was she supposed to learn how to torture someone if she couldn’t handle seeing the end results of said torture??? She swore that she would do better so against my better judgement I kept on with her training. I brought a little brat into the mix to see if her heart was as hard as she claimed it was but again, I was disappointed! She actually cried for fucks sake! Well, that was her last chance to woman up and she fucked it all up so she had to go! I drugged her and tied her up, I was already fucking her with a giant strap on cock by the time she woke up. The look of terror in her eyes was breathtaking! It turned me on and made me fuck her harder! She begged for her life but sadly, it was far too late for her so I slit her throat and dumped with the rest of the trash!

Week V of Seven Deadly Sins Sloth

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So our next foray into the seven deadly sins this week will be is sloth. Sloth is a difficult term to describe because it can be defined with a few characteristics within a person, but what it boils down to is someone who just doesn’t want to do a damn thing and doesn’t think about anyone but themselves.
My guy has a friend whose wife is insanely lazy; she doesn’t work, cook, clean or fuck him. Clearly, she is a difficult woman to live with or be married to; so my guy came up with a plan. Her husband would deliver her to us with the notion of motivating her to less…much less slovenly.
She was delivered to us with tape on her mouth, a long trench coat on and a not so happy expression in her eyes. The two men exchanged words, then she was taken by the arm and lead to the basement door. Once my guy got her to the door, she started to scream and struggle as if she knew that was not a place she wanted to be. My guy stood in front of her and slapped her hard across the face until she composed herself. He whispered in her ear that this was going to happen whether she protested or not, but it would go more smoothly if she just cooperated otherwise she would experience a lot more pain than she could imagine. He looked back at her husband and said, well at least she is doing something, even if it is being uncooperative. I am so happy I am on my guy’s good side.

Please Hurt Me

Snuff phone sexAre you looking for someone to torture? I love being used and abused like the little fucking whore I am, and believe me I am trained well. I want to bleed and feel the most pain you can give me. It is not about what I like its about pleasing you and letting you cause me to scream and yell as you show me what pain really is. I want you to brutality beat me and make me bleed out of every hole in my body, and use me like a fucking piece of meat. I am not a person I am a piece of meat you can beat and make suffer all you want, does that sound good? Just writing this is making my pussy ache and drip thinking about how I will be used next. 

Why I Can’t Run From Daddy Anymore

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I decided to stop staying at home for a little while to try and get away from daddy and his friends. My tiny abused pussy has been getting taken advantage of by them for as long as I can remember. Daddy was sure upset when he figured out my plan and I guess I should have figured there was no way I could hide from him and secretly I was scared he might start taking it out on my little sister. Daddy can’t control his lust or his anger, especially when he’s been drinking and he stays drunk all the time.

I didn’t consider walking alone from the library that day probably being a huge mistake. Like a good girl, I dropped my books off on time for once and decided to cut through this lot where some construction workers had just finished pulling down a big old house. As soon as my eyes saw their orange vests I panicked, it was daddy and his friends. I had accidently led myself to them. Daddy walked up immediately and grabbed me by my ponytail. Expecting him to demand answers, instead he threw me into the bed of his work truck and began tying me up spread eagle. “I found her boys!” he called out and I couldn’t really see what was going on but I knew I was real big trouble this time with daddy.

I blacked out shortly after. All 11 of his big and mean friends Plus, daddy had their way with me on that jobsite. I’m kinda sure it was that last hard knock to my face that did me in and I’m almost thankful because I’m sure it’s better that I don’t remember it. Daddy has had me locked up in his shop ever since. Sometimes he hangs me up from the rafters in some sort of makeshift sex-swing he threw together. I don’t think my sister even knows I’m back home, just not allowed to live inside the house. Daddy finally let me use the internet today so that I could write people and tell them I’m okay but that I’ve run away. I’m not sure exactly why he’d want me to do that but I think I’ve finally learned just to listen to daddy and I hope I’m not wrong for this but I think I’m starting to actually enjoy being his ragdoll.