Category: Torture sex

Sadistic phone sex girls knows how to hold the bitch down

Sadistic phone sexI’m a Sadistic phone sex evil whore. The little bitch didn’t stand a chance, not with the nasty old pervert and me on the same page.

She was just a tiny, pathetic thing, trembling like a leaf while her Daddy brought her in.

He asked, so I prepped her bald little hole for the cock beating she was about to take.

I could practically smell her fear, so fucking delicious. Miss Innocence thought she was supposed to be Daddy’s little princess.

But she’s Daddy’s little whore!

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna feel so good, thanks to you! She whimpered, but I just cackled. This was gonna be a night to remember, watching the mighty Daddy mount his helpless little princess. His cock was hard as steel, and I made her fresh bald cunt so wet for his cock!

Fuck I couldn’t wait to sit on her face! I love the feeling of a little bitch screaming into my pussy. The vibration on my clit makes me squirt so much! I will do anything for a Daddy that likes hardcore fucking!

He pounded into her relentlessly, drunk with power, lust, and dominance. The girl was losing it, thrashing and bucking beneath us, but I was right there with him, urging him on, until he finally roared and pumped deep inside her. Because when you’re a sadistic whore, there’s no satisfaction quite like Torture sex with Daddy!

The History Of Jade And Teen Rape Porn

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn has kept my tight holes stretched out since I was a young one. The first time I had sex, my mother sold me to our landlord to cover the month’s rent. My pussy became the method of payment for about a year, until one time he got rough with me, leaving bruises all over my body, visible bruises for the world to see. One of my teachers reported my mom to CPS, and they shipped my ass off to a group home.

 

As soon as I arrived, the counselors took a liking to my sexy caramel body, coming to my room every night, making me suck cocks for hours on end, until I was raw from the multiple cocks ripping my cunt open.

 

When I finally got adopted, my stepfather was nice and sweet. He gained my trust, I opened up to him about my past trauma and assaults, he used that against me and started pimping me out to the neighbors, the highest bidder could do whatever he wanted to me, after he was done, my kinky stepfather would clean my pussy with his thick tongue.

 

He had a fetish for men’s cum, but refused to sleep with one. He cured his hunger by sucking the cum from my tender teen twat. Will you fill me up so my daddy can clean me out?

Just Because I am No Stranger to Gangbang Rape Porn Does Not Mean I Like It

gangbang rape pornI’m no stranger to gangbang rape porn. I’ve been making those kinds of films for a decade in exchange for coke money. I’m going to be honest about something. The roughest gangbang movie I ever made involved women. And I told myself never again. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I really needed a cocaine fix over the weekend. None of my normal dealers could be found. So, I called Sheila. Her enthusiasm and eagerness to help me should’ve been my warning.

So, I showed up at her place. And she had 20 young girls with her. I figured they would be my costars. Men get excited over the prospect of a girl orgy. But with Sheila, nothing feels sensual. I knew it would involve some huge sex toys and of course those girls’ arms too. Last snuff porn I made with her I couldn’t sit or shit right for a month. Sheila just films the action. But she doesn’t get involved in it. She let her apprentices enjoy me.

I just prayed they brought lubrication this time. Last time she thought it would be funny for 10 girls to fist my ass dry. Appeared to be double the girls this time. When I scanned the room, I saw all the sex toys, but I didn’t see any Vaseline or lubrication. At least Sheila let me do a little line of her cocaine. And she gave me some poppers too. Been forever since I’ve done them. But they’re good for hardcore anal sex.

Women Treat Me Far Worse Than Any Man

However, I knew I could not get high enough to not feel the pain that would soon come. Those girls appeared a quarter of my age, but they already seemed to hate me and everything I stand for. Not that I stand for anything other than being a dirty mom and a party whore.

But those girls just looked at me with disdain in their eyes. The poppers kicked in, and I felt my ass open. And that proved to be a godsend because some of them just rammed their fists in without warning and without lubrication. These girls left rings on their fingers. They wanted to destroy my ass.

And it lasted over four hours. They bent me into a pretzel, exposing my asshole and opening it as wide as they could. Not only did they shove their fists in my ass raw, but they used huge dildos too without lubrication. At one point, some of them peed into my gaped hole. Like I said, desperate times. In my head, I always know I will regret something. But my need for cocaine makes me forget all the rational things.

My asshole might not ever go back to size. If you could see it now, you would think somebody took the wide end of a wine bottle and shoved it up my ass. The life of an ass rape porn. But at least I got my cocaine. And in the end, that’s all that mattered.

Snuff Sex is all That Satisfies My Hungry Holes!

 

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I’m hanging upside down in the steel frame, legs forced into a brutal V by the spreader bar locked to the ceiling. My arms are wrenched behind my back in leather cuffs, a thick anal hook buried deep in my asshole and chained to my collar so every twitch pulls it harder. My cunt and stretched shithole are pointed straight at the door, dripping and exposed for anyone who walks in.

Master circles me, boots echoing. “Look at this pathetic fuckpig. Spread wide like the worthless set of holes you were born to be.”

He slaps my swollen pussy hard. The sting shoots through me and I whimper.

“Women don’t get to say no. Your only purpose is to take cock, to be used, to be filled until cum leaks out of every hole. That’s what you’re for.”

He shoves two fingers into my cunt, then three, twisting roughly while the hook tugs my ass open. I moan like the desperate slut I am.

“Say it.”

“My purpose… is to be a fucktoy for men,” I choke out, voice shaking.

He laughs and drives his thick cock straight into my cunt while the hook stays buried in my ass. Every thrust rocks the frame and yanks the hook deeper. Pain and shame flood me as he uses me like an object.

“Take it, whore. This is what you were made for.”

I hang there, cunt and ass stuffed, drooling, completely at his mercy, exactly where I belong.

Accomplice Phone Sex: The Best Fun at Abortion Clinic

Accomplice phone sex is a great time. After all, two’s better than one in destroying little fuck dolls. My Sadistic sex is dark and evil.
So, I stride into the abortion clinic with my pale skin glowing under harsh lights and my black hair cascading like a dark veil. Therefore, my accomplice follows closely. Essentially, our shared hunger pulses between us as we approach the procedure room.
Now, the cold steel of the clinic table bites into my bare thighs as I swing myself onto it. With my black lace dress pooling around my hips as my accomplices’ hands find my waist. Now he pulls me to the edge while his cock presses against my cunt. Obviously, I’m already slick with anticipation.
So, I arch my back, offering myself, and he sinks into me with a guttural groan that echoes off the sterile tiles. So, the little snuff sex doll lies limp on the adjacent table. With its vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Ultimately, waiting for its turn to be unmade.
So, I ride his thrusts, my fingers digging into the leather straps of the examination table. With each slam of his hips pound me harder. Moreover, the smell of antiseptic mixes with the musk of our bodies, indulgent. Truly, a perverse incense for our dark ritual.
Next, he pulls out, and I slide off the table. Then, I take his cock into my mouth, tasting myself on him. All while my tongue swirls around the shaft until he shudders and pulls away.

Accomplice Phone Sex is A Great Time

So, he turns to the doll, lifting its legs and forcing himself inside its lifeless hole. Watching that dry, tight resistance sends a thrill through me.
So, I crawl over, my hand replacing his as I grip the dead doll’s ankle. Therefore, spreading its legs wide.
Finally, he fucks it roughly, the dead skin smacking against his pelvis. So,  I slip my fingers into its mouth, stretching the Snuff sex corpse’s lips.
Oh, this living dead girl makes no sound, but that’s the point—perfect silence for our destruction.
Oh, how he grunts, his pace quickening, and I feel the heat building in my own cunt. Essentially, I want to be filled again. In fact, I want to feel him inside me with the aborted sex toy’s juices all over his throbbing member.
Then, push him aside, straddling the dead girl’s face, and lower myself onto its mouth. Therefore, grinding my wetness over its nose and lips.
My accomplice takes my place behind me, slamming into my pussy from behind as I ride the bitches face.
This double pleasure drives me wild—his cock stretching me while the dead sluts cold facial features press against my clit.
Finally, I dig my nails into the dead whores chest, tearing through the dead skin, exposing its insides.
Then, he fucks me harder, his balls slapping against my ass.
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Strangulation Phone Sex is The Best Way to Fantasy Rape Me

Strangulation Phone Sex is only the appetizer. First, let me struggle for air as my ass gets spanked. Ultimately, squeezing, groping, exploring, and slapping my whore body into submission.
So, I’m alone in my dark bedroom, phone pressed to my ear, the stranger’s low voice wrapping around me like smoke.
His first command: “Breathe for me, Geneva.” So, my fingers tighten around my own throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse hammer.“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, already soaked. “Strangle me harder.
Oh, his laugh is dark, hungry. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and push that ass up for me.”
So, I drop the phone on speaker and scramble onto all fours on the bed. Therefore, my back arched, and my knees spread wide.
Now, cool air kisses my dripping pussy and tight little hole as I reach back and spread my cheeks for him.
“Like this?” I whimper. “My ass is yours. Take it while you choke me.” Consequently, his voice drops an octave as he commands my next move: “Hands on your throat. Both of them. Squeeze.”
Thus, I obey instantly. So, my fingers dig into my neck, cutting off my air in a perfect ring.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. Furthermore, the room spins into deeper blackness. However, my hips keep rolling, offering my ass higher.
Ultimately, desperate for the feel of his thick cock slamming into me, I beg, “Harder,” voice cracking.
“Please… strangle me while you fuck my ass.”

Strangulation Phone Sex with a Deep Ass Pounding

Now, I feel him there in my mind. Ultimately, his big hand clamped around my throat, the other gripping my hip, driving deep.
Every thrust forces a broken moan past my lips. Ultimately, my clit throbs untouched. Before long, I’m dripping down my thighs, ass clenching around nothing but aching for everything.
“More,” I beg, squeezing tighter. As the blackness edges in, sweet and terrifying.  Moreover, “Choke me out. Make me cum while I can’t breathe.”
Finally, my body shakes. Now, the pressure in my throat and the filthy fantasy push me right to the edge.
So, I rock my ass back harder, imagining him pounding me mercilessly while his grip turns iron.
“Cum for me, Geneva,” he commands. Ultimately, I shatter, as my orgasm rips through me in violent waves. At last, my pussy pulsing, ass twitching as I gasp and wheeze under my own strangling hands.
Essentially, the darkness swallows me whole for one perfect, terrifying second. Then, I collapse onto the sheets, gasping, smiling, already whispering into the phone for more.
“Again… please. Strangle me harder next time.”
Strangulation Phone Sex

Snuff Phone Sex is Sweet Revenge Sometimes, And Survival Other Times

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.

Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.

However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.

I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.

Some Men Do Not Deserve to Live with Balls

So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.

I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me.  So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.

And Some Men Don’t Deserve to Live at All

So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.

So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.

Snuff sex made me almost meet my end but I survived

Snuff sex Snuff sex can be brutal. I watched my Master Daddy hook up with some giggling little tart, super young and dumb. She thought she was special, that he would spoil her. But really, she walked into the predators trap.

As he rammed that tight, wet cunt, I knew my role.

I had to serve as his accomplice, to suffocate whatever air was left in that brat’s lungs so Daddy could focus solely on his pleasure.

So I grabbed her little neck and squeezed until her windpipe began to break. She was suffocating by my hands, and Master Daddy loved it. And I couldn’t stop, I had to keep going.

The little bitch’s eyes bulged, her face turning a sickly shade of purple as she clawed at me but it was totally useless. I choked her even harder, milking every drop of her life force until finally, with a strangled gurgle, she went limp.

He pulled out his cock and made it explode down my throat. I felt like I was drowning in his cum. I was his good girl for doing what I was told and he said if I didn’t choke her out like that he would have done it to me because I’m his Torture sex slave and he can do whatever he wants with whores like me.

 

Taboo Phone Sex Always Gets Me in Trouble

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex, I’m no stranger too. It’s just another hustle. And I’ve been hustling most of my life. Because that’s what my mother did. She taught me I didn’t need to pay for anything if I bartered my pussy. I learned from a young age to fuck for my drugs or anything else I might need.

But I think my cocaine habit far succeeds my mother ‘s habit. I do more than what she did in a week in a day. And I started bartering for coke as a teenage girl. But it becomes harder to sustain that. I’m in my 40s now and men don’t want to just fuck me for cocaine. They want me to earn it. Therefore, my body really goes through the wringer.

Last night, I agreed to a gangbang rape porn. Usually, I avoid that because a gang bang is such a gamble. I’ve done gang bangs with 30 guys. All sporting huge cocks too. Let me tell you I couldn’t piss or shit right for weeks afterwards. But I felt desperate for cocaine. And this gig paid extremely well.

I never saw so many men in a room before. And they appeared all there for me. But this was the weirdest collection of men I’ve ever seen for this sort of gig. It felt like the director went outside on the street and just wrangled in whoever he met. Some of these men looked and smelled homeless. Although I do have empathy for the homeless and I help them when I can, I don’t want to fuck them.

A Gang Bang Whore Can Take a Lot of Cock

I saw black guys too. And I knew that would hurt. Black men usually sport monster cocks. I even saw some teenage boys. And they all stood there naked with their cocks in their hand, waiting for the director to call action. As soon as he got me in the downward dog position, he called for the action to begin. And those men just mounted me like horny dogs. Did I mention this all happened on a concrete slab. So, no cushion for my old knees. I’m still all scraped up.

I got my money. But I’m not sure I ever worked so hard for it. There had to be 50 guys. And a rag tag bunch at that. I felt all sorts of cocks penetrating my ass of my pussy. And towards the end, I was slipped because there appeared to be too much cum on the floors. With as much as those men came, my belly felt full. And that explained the leakage. My fuck holes couldn’t take any anymore.

I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I begged for mercy. But the director didn’t show me any. He let those men rip apart my pussy and ass more than giving birth or being an ass rape porn star did. But I got my cocaine and that’s all that matters.

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Excite Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems perfect for a self-proclaimed gore whore. I grew up watching horror movies and gaining a strong affinity for bloody massacres. What can I say? I’m very visceral. I respond positively to the sight of blood. I love the feel of it. And I like the taste of it too.

Perhaps you could call me a vampire. I do love blood. Plus, I have the most fun after midnight. And summer is here so that means the bars become packed with college fuckers home for summer break. For the most part, I find the college boys and girls vapid and rabid. I don’t mean literally rabid.

But I think most people understand that college boys and girls are among the meanest folks around. Self-entitled mean girl behavior never gets rewarded. In fact, with me, it makes you a target. A target of my wrath. And I thought she might make a perfect snuff porn star.

As a Gore Whore I Love a Bloody Massacre

Last night I met a vapid and very rabid coed. I tried to blend in looking less Goth like and more normal. I sat at the bar, watching these bitches in action. And I took personal offense to this blonde prissy bitch who started body shaming other girls in the bar. She’s nothing more than a bully. And she needed to die.

So, I spiked her drink and acted like her Uber driver. I read rooms extremely well. So, I knew she did not come with anybody. That seemed part of the problem. She lacked a wolf pack. So, I acted like her Uber driver and took her to my kill shack in the woods. Although during Covid, I built an underground dungeon extension to my house with a tunnel that leads out into the middle of the woods. I like to use this shack in the woods when I’m going to make a bloody mess.

The drugs kicked in during the Uber ride, and she passed out in the back of my car. Woke up, stripped naked and tied to a wood table. This cabin my grandfather left me looks primitive like the cabin in the Evil Dead movies. When this girl woke up, she immediately started spewing her bullshit.

So, I told her she was about to meet her maker. I can’t tolerate bad behavior. Perhaps it’s safe to call me a vigilante. I just possess a very low threshold for what I will kill for. And body shaming some woman publicly in a bar earned her the right to die.

Some Folks Deserve to Die, So I Make it Happen

Normally, I would prolong the torture sex. That’s part of the fun for me not just the bloody mess that happens afterwards. But everything that leads up to that bloody massacre, I enjoy too. However, her shrill voice annoyed the fuck out of me. I put duct tape over her mouth, but I could still hear her. So, I ended up cutting the torture part short and plunging my knife right into her belly button. And I pulled that knife all the way up to her sternum and watched her die as I held her entrails in my hands. I like to cut a bitch because it creates a bloody mess.

I hosed off her DNA. But I know one of those medical black lights will catch the blood splatter. These floors may look clean, but they’re all saturated with the blood of my victims over the decades. But the only thing ever left behind is a little DNA. Because I dragged her body out to the woods and let nature serve as my accomplices. Some folks just deserve to die. And that bitch was one of them.