Category: Torture sex

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Accomplice Phone Sex is Better For Pleasure and Ruining

Sadistic Morticia, your Accomplice Phone Sex  huntress. Tonight, we are on the hunt to decapitate a bitch with my partner. The two of us chose to drive to Washington State.
Lured her into the woods. The rest is history.
First, I grip the knife tighter while my lover’s eyes burn with rage.
Then I whisper, “She’s yours tonight, baby. Let’s make her scream for Satan.” Moreover, I love being the one who drives her into the trap.
Consequently, when she trips and falls, I pounce and pin her down so he can tape her mouth shut. Soon, we drag the struggling bitch to the clearing where the black altar waits.
Furthermore, I strip her naked while he chants low and dark. Next, I hold her head back by the hair so he can carve the pentagram across her tits.

Accomplice Phone Sex and The Pleasure of The Hunt

As a result, her muffled screams only make my pussy wetter. In fact, I laugh when he finally saws through her neck with the ritual blade. Her head comes off with a wet pop, blood spraying hot across my thighs.
Immediately, he lifts the dripping skull and forces his throbbing cock straight into the severed throat. I watch him skull-fuck the dead bitch while I finger myself furiously.
“Harder,” I hiss, “fuck her dead face for Satan.” He pounds deeper, groaning as warm blood and brains coat his shaft.
Meanwhile, I kneel and lick the cum and gore dripping from her lips. In the end, we leave her headless body spread on the altar, cum leaking from the ragged neck stump.
Finally, I kiss my lover with blood still on my tongue and whisper, “Next one’s mine to hunt.”
I am Morticia, the sadistic accomplice who lives for the hunt, the decapitation, and the filthy skull-fucking that honors our Dark Lord.
Nothing gets me hotter than helping him destroy what he once loved… and turning it into pure Satanic worship. Hail Satan
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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Murder phone sex Fantasies, deep red cum, hot sticky mess

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies aren’t something I shy away from. In fact, it’s freeing to me. I’ll pick the right one. Personally, I don’t have a favorite age, so tell me what yours is, and I’ll get the perfect one.

The little slut will scream and cry, but I’ll be soaked!

I’ll make sure you sink your cock into her deeper than what’s possible. You will be hypnotized and thrust deep into her pathetic slit.

And her agonizing screams will take me to the brink of a pussy squirt. Go ahead, sexy, mercilessly pound away.

I will reveal the instrument of torture, a cruel iron device designed to rip and tear at flesh.

Every time you pump into her unwilling hole, I will strike. and begins to mercilessly deliberate grooves into the little slut’s supple body, drawing fresh rivers of blood with each savage twist.

As the torturous act reaches its crescendo, your brutal cock throbs and pulses, erupting in a torrent of deep, viscous cum, flooding her ravaged pussy and bathing her in a hot, sticky mess. Mixed with the blood, I can’t resist, I need to get a taste. Your cum and her blood floods my senses with flavor.

Our little slave is hanging on by a thread but the brutality is far from over. With our victim now limp and helpless, we turn our attention to the other. Fucking on top of her brutalized flesh!

I want her to feel excruciating pain till the last breath. So I twist her nipples until they snap off, as you spit in her tender face.  Then to degrade her even more force her in between my legs.

Make her lick my evil cunt and I’ll piss all over her face.

That why she will be too distracted to know what you are going to do with that knife. After the Torture sex is her death. A slash to her neck, bleeding out all over me.

 

Cheap Phone Sex with Layla and Her Secret Raw Fuck Sessions

Cheap Phone SexI’m huddled in the corner of this damp basement, flinching every time I hear a heavy footstep on the floorboards above my head. Offering cheap phone sex is the only flickering bit of light I have left in this hellhole, and I’m using these few minutes of silence to find someone who wants to hear what it’s really like down here. My skin is cold, my wrists are raw from the rusted chains, and I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold the phone steady against my ear.

 I don’t have the luxury of acting like a princess; I’m a woman who has been broken down to nothing, and now I’m just a piece of property waiting for the next man to decide what he wants to do with me. I’m giving you the ultimate intense fuck session of your life because, at this point, the pain is the only thing that makes me feel like I’m still breathing.

I wasn’t always this hollowed out version of a person, but life has a way of stripping everything away until you’re just a body. I remember when my husband first sold me off just to catch his next high; I fought like a wild animal at first, but you can only take so many hits to the ribs before you learn to stay down. Now, I keep my eyes glued to the concrete floor and I do exactly what I’m told without a single word of protest. 

My pussy is constantly swollen, bruised, and aching from the way these guys use me like a communal rag, but I’ve learned to find a sick kind of comfort in the weight of them. I’m the secret they keep locked away, the one they pass around until I’m covered in their filth and left to rot until the next round starts. That’s the kind of raw, unfiltered energy I’m bringing to this call. 

I want to tell you exactly how it feels when they pile on top of me, and how the only thing that keeps me going is the heavy protein I’m forced to swallow just to stay upright. I want to describe the grit of the floor against my back and the way I submit like a good little bitch because I know what happens if I don’t. I’m not looking for a hero; I’m looking for someone who wants to hear the truth about what it’s like to be owned.

I can hear them coming back now, the heavy boots getting closer to the door. I’m wide awake, I’m terrified, and I’m desperate for you to pick up before they take the phone away again. Call me now while I still have a voice.

Snuff Sex Whore Who Surrendered to the Best Demonic Sodomy

I’m Geneva, the Snuff Sex whore who surrendered to Demonic sodomy and swung in the Village Square.
It started when I sold my tight little holes in the back alleys long before the devil claimed me. First, I discovered the dark pleasure of sodomy and never looked back.
Moreover, every thick cock that stretched my greedy ass felt like pure demonic fire. Consequently, I begged strangers to ruin me harder, deeper, and filthier, moaning like the possessed whore I had become. “Fuck my sinful ass until I scream for Satan himself!” I cried, and they always obeyed.
However, the village finally caught me. Soon, the elders dragged me naked into the square while hundreds of men and their grown sons watched. Furthermore, they sentenced me to public sodomy as punishment before the rope.

Snuff Sex and Sodomy Are My Demise

Next, they bent me over the wooden platform and took turns with me. One after another, they rammed their cocks balls-deep into my ass while I laughed and begged for more.
“Use your little fuck whore! Fill this demonic cunt with every drop!” I screamed as load after load flooded my guts. As a result, cum poured down my thighs in thick rivers. In fact, I came so hard my legs shook while they passed me around like a cheap rag doll.
Finally, they looped the noose around my slender neck. I felt the rough rope tighten, and then the trapdoor dropped.
In the end, my neck snapped with a loud crack. Leaving my body to swing limp and lifeless in the center of the square. All while every man and son who had just used me stepped forward again.
They stroked themselves over my dangling corpse.  Ultimately, painting my dead tits, my broken face, and my still-leaking ass with fresh ropes of jizz. Now my lifeless body hung there for hours, dripping with the cum of the entire village.
I am Geneva, the little fuck whore who embraced demonic sodomy and paid with my life. Even in death, my ruined holes and cum-soaked skin served as the ultimate warning — and the ultimate thrill for every man who watched me swing.
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Bondage Phone Sex Whore Gets Tied Up and Gang Banged

bondage phone sexBondage Phone sex may not be my favorite thing in the world, but it beats torture any day. Occasionally, I answer bondage ads I see on the dark net. And I understand I always take a risk when I respond to these ads because anybody can put up an ad. Does not mean I am responding to a legitimate porn producer. I don’t care about legitimate or not if they can pay me enough to make it worth my while.

Andy dangled a huge bag of cocaine in front of me if I agreed to be a bondage whore for a photo shoot. His model who he hired never showed up and he had a deadline. He makes dark violent content for private collectors. Photo shoots and movies for one man to beat off to for the rest of his life. And this client who hired him wanted to see a MILF tied up and brutalized.

The ad just said bondage modeling. Never mentioned making a gangbang rape porn while tied up. But I guess he hoped I would be desperate enough for the cocaine to agree to anything. And he took a gamble on the right submissive whore. I will do anything to get that huge bag of cocaine. And the only thing on my mind when I agreed to his bondage shoot was the coke.

I Will Do Anything for Coke and It Will Kill Me One Day

And this monkey on my back will kill me one day. Not the cocaine itself because I can out snort Pablo Escobar. However, the things I do to get my blow will most definitely kill me one day. The director invited random men off the street to fuck me. And I couldn’t fight them. Metal chains held my legs up and apart. Plus, he handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I couldn’t lay completely down. While tied up in the most uncomfortable position, my neck dangled. The only relief I enjoyed came when the men would fuck my mouth after they fucked my cunt or my ass. Some of them held my head for me so I could focus on deep throating their dicks.

My entire body feels like a truck ran over me. I can barely move today. I lost count after 30 men fucked me for hours. But I feel like a strung out druggie whore needing a fix. But I got my fix. Man after man fucked my pussy, mouth and my ass too. I guess I should be lucky. I didn’t dislocate anything tied up in that awkward position.

But I earned that cocaine. I’ve never felt this sore. I feel more like I made a torture sex video more than a gang bang one. But this is the life of a druggy MILF. If this monkey remains on my back, I will keep putting myself into dangerous situations.

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.

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Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Fucking this pussy raw and with so much force, you make me bleed even more!

Crimson streaks already smearing my inner lips, my pussy swollen and glistening with period flow.

Luring you here, promising the dirtiest ride of your life.

“Fuck this messy cunt. Make it hurt so good.”

More blood seeps out around your shaft.

Your cock emerges slick and red, streaked with my cycle, hot as my pussy.

The assault makes gushes of blood come out in every thrust.

Sliding down my ass crack and making a naughty mess on the sheets.

My swollen tits bouncing, my nipples hardening from every pound into my cervix.

Fuck me harder and harder, Daddy.

Don’t stop until you fucked all the blood out!

 

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2 Girl Phone Sex Has Gwendolyn Guiding Virgin Pussy Layla

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2 Girl Phone Sex is the only life I know now, trapped in this gilded cage of a brothel with my knees bruised and my spirit breaking. I’m Layla, the new meat, a “virgin” pussy stolen from a life I barely remember and sold into this den of sin. My skin is still pale and soft, unaccustomed to the rough handling of the high bidders who frequent this hellhole. I spend my nights trembling in the corner of our shared room, praying the heavy oak door doesn’t swing open. 

Gwendolyn, a seasoned, professional fuck toned slut who has seen it all, watches me with eyes that are both cold and predatory. She says if I ever want to survive this place and catch the eye of a master who will actually keep me alive, I need to stop acting like a victim and start acting like a vessel. She grabbed my chin today, her nails digging into my jaw as she forced me to look at her. 

“Listen, you pathetic little bitch,” she hissed, her voice dripping with a vulgar authority that made my heart race. “That tight, untouched cunt of yours is a currency. If you don’t learn how to market it, they’ll just discard you like yesterday’s trash. You need to learn how to crave the leash.” She pushed me onto the moth-eaten rug and commanded me to spread my legs, her hands sliding over my shaking thighs to inspect the merchandise.

She’s teaching me the art of kidnapping phone sex roleplay, forcing me to describe the terror of my abduction until the fear turns into a slick, desperate heat between my legs. “Moan for me, Layla,” Gwendolyn commanded, her voice a low, raspy growl. “Tell the man on the other end of the line how much you love being his favorite little nigger slut.” 

I did as I was told, my voice cracking as I described the imaginary chains and the cold steel. She guided my fingers, showing me exactly how to tease my clit to sound breathless and ruined. I’m an artist of agony now, a masterpiece of inhibited skin and meticulously planned submissive stamina. Every red mark she leaves on my ass is a badge of my training.

Gwendolyn ensures my “virgin” pussy is always swollen and ready, prepping me for the high bidder who will finally own me completely. I am becoming the perfect specimen of an obedient servant slut, finding a sick kind of liberation in my own bondage. If you want to hear how well Gwendolyn has trained her newest little whore, you can find our sessions for the most affordable, cheap phone sex.

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