Category: Torture phone sex

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Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet

torture sexHe called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.

Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.

Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please

Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.

I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.

Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had.

Blasphemy sex       Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had. Admit it you know you love it. Coming over to the dark. Breaking every commandment. All ten of them. You know you will like it. You will love it. Corrupting you in ways you never dreamed possible. The reason for this is because I am the one your parents warned you about.

       I will not deliver you from evil. I will hand you over on a silver platter. Literally. Leading you into temptation for thine is kingdom, the power of evil, forever and ever.

       First commandment you will be breaking on your path to evil destruction is- You shall have no other gods. What does this mean? It means that I will become your Goddess. You will worship at my feet. You will beg me to defile you in ways that you have not thought of. Watch me eviscerate your most loved and cherished one for a chance to worship at the altar of my cunt. It must be remembered that a sacrifice is to be made to achieve true bliss.

       It is a wrathful, vengeful goddess that you are worshipping. Much more than what you are used to dealing with. That cock will know both heaven and hell as you bury it in this pussy.

       A sacrifice was given freely. Now the reward of your cock being surrounded with this tight splendor. Gripping you like a Venus fly trap, gobbling you up. Taking all of you. Soul and all.

       When I am finished with you, I will have forced you to commit ever atrocity imaginable. Every other commandment will have been broken, I will be your Goddess and Lucifer your God. Bowing before us. Offering us all you have including your own life.

       We will bask as you have sex with dead bodies for our enjoyment. Like it, love it. Beg for it. In summary you will break every vow to every religion but to the altar of the Goddess Angie and Lucifer.

Torture phone sex slut Stephanie

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My torture phone sex calls make my cunt gush just as much as actually being an accomplice. That’s because I have naughty callers like Master to tease my whore cunt for and to talk dirty with. Today we spent a while talking about decapitating little brats and all the fun we could have with their tiny heads. I told Master to stare into their soulless, dead eyes while I stroked his cock with their mouths. Master loves young victims but I love abducting their mommies too. I tie them up and make them watch as their precious little ones are brutally beaten and abused. The mommy sluts are so much fun to abuse. They scream and scream thinking someone will hear them but they don’t realize that they’re only making my evil cunt more and more wet. No one can hear them and no one is going to stop me from shoving my fist up that brat’s asshole and ripping her guts out! While Master is at work slicing and mutilating her tiny, sexy body, I’ll be across the room laughing in the face of our victim’s mother and forcing her to watch as her own offspring is snuffed out in front of her. I’ll pull out the tiny fuck toy’s intestines and drape them around her Mommy’s neck while we’re watching Mater force fuck her cunnie. After he blows his load in this tiny bitch, I’ll twist her little head around until her neck snaps and pops. Then I’ll drag her over and dump her in a pile at her Mommy’s feet. I’m going to jerk Master’s cock while I force her to lick his cum out of the little dead bitch. Master is going to love having another fuck hole to abuse while I force her to eat her brat’s cold, lifeless cunt!  

Snuff movies of demon little whores getting slain

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Snuff movies are really the end game when I deal with a sexy victim. The idea of death and destruction always keeps my cunny in a wet uproar!  I love the thrill of it all! I’m constantly looking for new victims and creative ways to make money. And you know I am always looking for new ways to torture and kill. Girls who are possessed are the best for this kind of snuff torture play! I always get such a rush when I torture and kill someone. It’s like a drug. I can’t wait to get my next fix of murder and blasphemy.

I’ll bring her into the woods for her exorcism. Your baby girl snuff whore will even chain her like a mutt to the tree for us!

I know the slut I got today deserves everything that happens to her! She is an evil girl who needs to be slain! Let me melt that brain as I bring the miniature demon from hell in! Why Stop at one demon girl, though? All while whispering in your ear to chop dozens of little sluts heads off and stare into their souls. Eat their faces. It’s like a demon feeding off us, whispering praise to Satan!

Our Blasphemy phone sex victim is lubed up from her cherry blood as you violently thrust yourself into her tiny hole! Watch her weaken each second! Hoarse from screaming, she keeps trying to fight you off. Stab her soft belly with your machete in time with your cock trust! You are turned on even more by the sight of her oozing blood pouring out of her lifeless, rag-doll body.

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Torture sex from uncle was not all he ever needed

The Torture sex my uncle would give me wasn’t enough for him sometimes. He needs to take control of a little body and abuse it hard until there is no more life left in it. From time to time my uncle used me to lure little dumb bitches for him to abuse. My job was to tie them up and undress them. “Don’t forget to stuff those panties into her mouth” he yells at me.

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After I stuff them in her mouth, my uncle whips her body with his belt. The point is for her to hurt and soon give up, that is what gets his cock hard. Blood starts dripping for some of the wounds from the lashing he is giving her, and his eyes get big. “Tell me you are mine now” my uncle demands from his young little victim. “I’m yours, please just let me go ” her crying words were muffled by her panties. Then he pulled his cock out and slammed in her asshole. As she cries my uncle pounds her asshole hard. “Come on little slut, the faster you make me cum the sooner this will be over ”.

My uncle wraps his hands around his little victim’s throat and starts using her asshole like a “Fleshlight”. Like a worthless fuck toy is how he sees her i can tell. Because even when her little asshole was bleeding, he just fucked her harder. “Make me cum slut” he yelled and squeezed her neck hard. Then I hear a snap, like when a chicken’s neck is snapped in half. She even convulsed like a chicken would. Finally, my uncle got what he wanted, and he started filling her asshole. After he was done filling her up, he looked at me and said “time to get rid of the rotten meat”.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?

Sadistic Phone Sex Means I can Be your Accomplice or Your Victim

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex appeared on his mind when he called me. We talked about some of my more extreme and unusual calls. But he did not just want to listen to me talk about my calls. He had a role play in mind. I hoped I would be the accomplice. I wanted to dismember some young cunt and abuse her. Now that I am in my 30s, I fit the accomplice role more.

However, not to my caller. My tales of what other men do on calls inspired him. I will admit, my pussy got wet being the victim. Funny. When my dad made me his victim, I hated it so much I ran away. But I ran into the arms of men just like my father and worse. Luckily this caller could never find me because his role play seemed like something straight out of a snuff porn.

I Can Be Your Accomplice or Your Victim

Technically, I consider myself a sexy switch. But I prefer to be the accomplice. But, his role play made me wet. He picked me up hitch hiking and it turned into my worst nightmare. He took me back to his place. But he had more than just rape fantasies in mind for me. To him, I represented all the women who rejected him in the past. I think he might have been an incel type of guy. You know, the kind of guys who never get pussy, become angry then think every woman owes him.

He fucked me while I screamed and fought. I just channeled my father fucking me when I was a wee girl. But fucking was not all this guy did to me. I got dismembered until I was just a torso. He fucked my body without limbs and without hesitation. I screamed bloody murder. Even passed out a few times from the pain and site of my own blood. My caller got my all on this roleplay phone sex call. He got all of my body too.