Category: Torture sex

Babysitter Phone Sex With A Sex Addict

Babysitter phone sex Babysitter phone sex with a twist, Imagine hiring me to babysit your barely legal teen slut, only to come home early and find your sexy daughter and I out by the pool, licking each others wet cunts, fucking each other’spusies with dildos and ice pops, that happened last week, I had a new client, with a smoking hot daughter, I was curious why such a big girl needed a sitter.

Turns out she was a sex addict and couldn’t be trusted alone. When I arrived, she was in her bedroom watching lesbian hardcore porn, pounding her cunt with a massive dildo. I got wet instantly.

From that moment it was in my head, I was going to fuck and suck that young bitch the whole time, her daddy was going to be gone two days, I had the scene mapped out in my head, get her drunk and have my way with her, as soon as her father left I called her out to the pool, I was dress in a skimpy bathing suit drinking an apple martini, I had one for her as well, she wanted to change but I suggested we skinny dip, she wasted no time getting naked, jumping in the pool.Babysitter phone sex

She swam over to me, admiring my large breast, placing my hard nipple in her mouth, her fingers rubbing my hard clit. 

We got out of the pool and started to kiss, exploring each others bodies with our tongues, we use fingers and ildos on our wet pussies, it was so hot we had ice pops in a cooler and began rubbing them on our nipples, sucking the sweetness off of each other’s bodies, the kinky little slut put my legs in the air and shoved the ice pop in my pussy, fucking me deep, as soon as I squirted I looked up only to find her daddy staring down at us stroking his hard cock.

 

Domination Phone Sex of My Asshole Gave Me a Tail

domination phone sexMen love domination phone sex with my asshole. For whatever reason my ass is the star of any photo shoot or video. And any time I need to score drugs, I offer up my asshole. Not sure what makes soccer mom ass in such high demand, but it is. One director that I worked with over the weekend told me it’s because men like violating suburban housewives. They think we’re hoity toity and deserve to be knocked down a peg. But I didn’t grow up middle class. My mom came from money, but when she married a truck driver her parents cut her off.

I married better. But we’re not rich, just comfortable. And I may be a soccer mom, but I’m also dirty whore. A dirty coke whore. This director I worked with wanted to make an ass rape porn. But at least he told me his plans up front. No surprises. I knew my ass would experience a fist and lots of cocks, and sometimes both at the same time.

But this guy told me he planned on destroying my asshole. And at least, he gave me a big bag of cocaine. Most of the men just violate my ass and leave me with nothing more than a couple bumps. However, this director and my son might be the exceptions not the rule in the underground world of snuff.

The first thing he did was fist my ass. One fist then the other and eventually both fists at the same time. When he did that, he could hoist me in the air like a sock puppet. My asshole prolapses easily thanks to my son. He made it that way. But others keep it that way.

My Asshole Now Sports a Tail From all The Brutal Fucking

And John joked that I must be the devil’s spawn because I sport a tail. And him and the other men waiting their turn to brutalize my ass enjoyed a good chuckle over that. But I felt high as a kite flying around like Peter Pan.

When he pulled his fist out of my ass my tail came with it. So not only did I sport a gaped fucking asshole, but my tail showed even more. As I laid on the floor curled up in a ball, other men came and circled me like vultures. Big cocks out ready to destroy me even further. They pissed on me, kicked me, and even spit on me while they continued to call me names. These were not men I wanted to fight. No way would I win. Big strong burly men. With cocks that could destroy my ass in a single gangbang rape porn.

But I felt high as a kite and in a good mood despite the brutalization of my asshole. Those big burly men eventually shoved their big burly cocks up my ass. Sometimes they couldn’t wait for their turn. And they joked if I could handle 2 fists, I could handle three cocks.

Thank God my asshole seems resilient. It bounces back more than a rubber ball. Cum oozed out of my asshole for days. My tail stuck out too. But I got my coke at the sacrifice of my ass, once again. I may look like a soccer mom to many, but those old stuck up fellow soccer moms don’t realize the lengths I go to act like a normal soccer mom.

Snuff Sex to Torture Sex, This Submissive Slut Drips

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The pace quickens, the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass echoing through the square. He reaches around, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back so I have to look at the crowd. I see a few men staring, their eyes wide and hungry, watching his cock slide in and out of my soaking pussy. He lets out a low growl and shifts his grip, shoving my face down again while he hammers into me with brutal, rhythmic force. I’m leaking juice all over the pavement, my insides feeling stretched and full. He starts talking dirty, calling me a worthless, public slut, telling everyone who can hear that I was made to be fucked and degraded. I moan loudly, leaning into the degradation, my walls clamping tight around him as I beg for more of his cruelty. Every thrust is a reminder that I have no privacy, no dignity, only the raw sensation of being used and the thrill of being watched by strangers who know exactly how much of a whore I am

I have trained Lolita’s trained for Torture sex

Torture sexI just need to gloat over the trio of fresh meat I have for Torture sex! These poor souls have been lured in with promises of a hot meal and a nice Mommy. Too bad for them; they are dumb enough to believe it.

They are ready to be broken in and maybe even destroyed!

I’ve got them trained to be submissive. It took me a couple of days to beat these bitches down, and by the time I was done, they weren’t looking that pretty. Now that they are all healed up, I think you would be the right one to pop some slave cherries.

Did you want just one? Or can I offer you the 3-for-1 special? You’ve got a dick that can make me walk funny, and I would get off so much watching you dominate their young, fresh holes.

These bitches are a dime a dozen in my whore house. No one will miss them; maybe we can end them with Snuff sex.

The only catch is, I want to record it. I have been wanting to upgrade my whore house. I think a snuff film playing on the walls would be a great addition. The cameras will capture every moment of their suffering. And you know there will be perfect close-up footage of your cock destroying their holes.

Accomplice Phone Sex Sometimes Takes an Unexpected Turn

accomplice phone sexAlthough usually I help men as their accomplice phone sex partners, sometimes women need my assistance too. But when it comes to women, I’m usually helping them for free because I know them. I’ve had a few random women I met on the dark net pay me to get rid of an ex-husband or an ex-boyfriend or even a current one. However, most women I help, I know personally.

Recently, a new stripper I hired last month shared with me the private turmoil she’s experiencing. A college girl I hired off Rover to be my dog walker when I travel. Smoking hot girl next door. The kind of girl men love in a strip joint. So, I groomed her for the idea of making a lot more money. Although I hate to lose a reliable and trustworthy dog walker, I felt happy to make the club and her some serious money.

But one day she came into the club with bruises all up and down her arm and a black eye. And I thought to myself oh boy she’s in an abusive relationship. It turns out the abuser is her step daddy. And he’s done far worse things to her than just physical abuse. So, I decided step daddy needed to die.

Revenge Gets Me Off. Some Men Do Not Deserve to Breathe.

This brought back memories of my own abusive father and his friends. I saw it as a cathartic moment to exact revenge through snuff sex. I’m a much different woman now. No longer a scared little girl. I can defend myself and I can exact revenge now.

I figured it best to leave my new stripper out of the planning process. Keep her hands clean. Imagine my surprise when I drove by her home and saw one of my father’s cronies who abused me as a young girl. Her stepfather worked for my father 30 years ago.

At first, I got scared. But then I knew the last time he saw me I was neither blonde nor busty. Plus, I doubt he would recognize me 30 years later. But I never forget the faces of the men who violated me like it was nothing. He needed to die.

So, one day, while my new stripper danced on stage, I looked through her phone and found his number listed under step monster. And I sent him a text. Pretended to be her and had him meet me at this no tell motel where you can scream bloody murder and nobody gives a fuck. It’s one of those rent by the hour places. And it’s one of those seedy motels that if you give the attendant enough money, he never saw you and he never heard a thing.

The Men Who Abused Me as a Schoolgirl Made Me a Blood Thirsty Bitch

Although this guy violated me the least because he was only in his early 20s at the time he force fucked me, he still enjoyed fucking the shit out of a schoolgirl. Clearly my jailbait pussy gave him a taste for it because he’s been force fucking his stepdaughter for many years. He did not recognize me. I concocted a story about knowing his stepdaughter. This fool believed that his stepdaughter who loathes him would send him a woman to fuck. Delusional.

Right before he put his cock in my pussy, I grabbed a knife and sliced it off. Dead men don’t need their dicks, I told him. As he bled profusely all over motel bed, I tied him up. Then I told him who I was. No apology. No shame on his face. However, he seemed surprised I was alive. Apparently, my dear old dad told all his friends he killed me and buried me in the backyard to keep my mouth shut. My bastard of a father never told his friends I ran away. I guess his ego couldn’t handle the truth.

Sixteen different men violated me as a young girl. And of the 16 men, including my father, who made me a teen rape porn star, only six remain. I’ve been quietly exacting my revenge on daddy’s sick cohort for years. And I enjoyed torturing this guy. He deserved it. If he violated me and his stepdaughter as teenage girls who knows how many other teenage girls, he’s violated. I read him a long list of grievances. Gave him a chance to defend himself and the fucker spit in my face and said fuck you cunt.

Men Always Underestimate Me and That is a Huge Mistake

So, I took my knife and stabbed him in the gut. I’ve learned from my callers and the dark web that if you want a man to suffer a slow death, stab him in the stomach so he slowly bleeds out. Stabbing them in the heart equals a quick death. But stabbing them in the gut prolongs the suffering. When I felt like he might be taking too long to fucking die, I sat on his face and smothered him with the twat he violated. Squeezed my thighs against his head and came on his face from the pleasure of torturing and murdering one of my abusers.

But I killed not only for me but for my new stripper who still can’t escape his clutches. I staged the room to look like he hired a hooker to party with and she killed him. They will look for a woman nobody saw. And if they do their due diligence, they might discover what a piece of shit he was to his stepdaughter. But she’ll have an airtight alibi because she was on stage dancing when I murdered her piece of shit abusing step daddy. Good riddance. Six more men to go.

Fantasy Phone Sex Focused on Murder is The Best

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex is an outlet I crave to offer. And here is where I can share my proclivity, my obsession. And much like Lady Bathory, my desire is virginal blood to bathe in.
Therefore, as the night sets in, I stalk the moonlit streets. My pale skin glows against the velvet blackness of night. And I seek a very specific kind of purity.
Ultimately, my hunger for the blood of virginal girls burns like a fever. As if I were a vampire that has only one life force. And for me, and for my ageless beauty, this is it.
First, I identify my prey. She is young and radiates an innocent light. Thus, her purity is a beacon to my dark desires.
Consequently, my sadistic phone sex instincts awaken. So, I move toward her with a predatory smile. And my hunger builds.

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex is Enticing in the Darkest Ways

Next, I lure her to take my hand. My powerful stare transfixes her into obeying.  Thus, my hypnotic aura strips away her will. So, she walks into my trap without a fight.
Suddenly, I bind her wrists in shackles once we enter my studio of sadism. Oh, how I enjoy the terror in her wide eyes. And the saltiness of the tears streaming down her sweet cheeks.
Then, I bring out my silver blade. And the edge is razor-sharp and thirsty, as am I. Therefore, I slice deep into her soft thigh with a slow, deliberate motion.
Now, crimson blood wells up and spills over. Eagerly, I gather the warm fluid in a golden basin. Meanwhile, I continue to make more slices into her arteries and masturbate as the blood flows.
Finally, I bathe in her fresh, virginal blood. Now, the necromantic energy surges through my pores. And I feel my youth renew, as my power multiplies.
Enticed and eager, I watch her fade into a pale corpse. Alas, my thirst is quenched for now and snuff sex has been had.
Fantasy Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Ass Rape Porn Star Sold for a Bag of Cocaine

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars are always in demand. For me, my ass is in demand with my son, my dealers and even random strangers. Once people know you don’t mind hardcore anal sex it feels like a challenge to them. It seems like they want to destroy your ass to see if you still don’t mind giving up your booty. Sometimes, I swear every anal experience seems like the worst one yet. I would stop ass sex altogether, but if I did, I’d never get any cocaine. And we all know that’s not happening anytime soon.

Over the weekend, I partied with this other coke whore I know from the circuit. I consider her a lot lizard type of woman. She lives in a trailer park, and I live in the suburbs. She likes to fuck random men, but I only fuck random men to get coke. I’m married and she’s divorced four times. Honestly, the only things we have in common are ass sex and cocaine.

But she told me if I came to her trailer on Saturday, she would share her cocaine with me. That bitch set me up. Not only did I not get any cocaine, but she made me the star of a gangbang rape porn to take the pressure off her. She did not want to let these guys ravage her asshole for cocaine. So instead, she leveraged my asshole. And the bitch took all the coke. Didn’t even share a pinch with me. And I did all the hard labor.

A Friend Sold Me Out for a Bag of Cocaine

These men brutalized my asshole. Almost as much as my son brutalizes my asshole. They laughed at the fact that they prolapsed my butt hole. And I snickered in my head. They thought they ruined my asshole. But years on the circuit combined with my son’s live streams accomplished that. They passed me around like a fucking party favor.

They spit in my ass using that as the only lubrication before they bounced me on their big thick dicks like a fucking rag doll. The more the men partied, the more violent they got with me. Sometimes shoving 2 cocks in a hole at once making me a six whole whore they joked.

But I did not get angry with them. Men get weak around a dirty MILF willing to do anything for cocaine. Hell, they get weak at any woman not even a dirty whore. But this supposed friend of mine sold me out. Didn’t even give me one little bump for the hours’ worth of work I did for her.

She kept her asshole intact. But I left the party with my asshole protruding through my panties and leaking cum. And fucking sober too. I’ll get my revenge eventually. Now I know never trust another bitch who likes to party like you do. They’ll sell your ass out for a bag of coke. I guess I should just feel grateful that this didn’t turn into a snuff porn.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Way That I Exploit Destiny

Bloody Phone Sex is a tool that compels some of the darkest desires. And these dark desires are what fuel my sadistic ways. That is, in some aspects, one may return to the womb where blood is the protector.
Or, we can just revisit my first Menstruation. To clarify, when I bled from my cunt. Thus the awakening of a certain beast within me. Undeniably, this is a time of darker aspects that fed my soul. Thus, made me the sadist I am.
From the shedding of my Uterus to the breaking of my hymen. My darkness came into being.
From that very moment of sacrificing my virginity to random men. My mother knew she had instilled the dark forces inside me.
And this is the only reason I was kept alive. Now, I am the Goddess of Darkness.
Ultimately, taking lives through bloodletting rituals becomes a highlight for me. In fact, I thrive on the mutilation phone sex, a ritualistic connection.
Thus, my very thought right now is to breed within my womb the Devil’s seed.
Now let me incubate that dark evil seed in my womb and give birth to the ultimate sacrifice. Much like the first thing I birthed, I passed in the night from my cunt. And quickly dissected it and used it in ritual, only to make me stronger.

Bloody Phone Sex is a Fuel for My Cravings

Consequently, relationships are not my thing. Therefore, when I have a sexual hunger, I hunt and take what I need. Sometimes it is dick, sometimes it’s cunt. But always, it is about my pleasure. And one thing is for certain, they never survive.
Essentially, I am like the Black Widow, and I eat my lover. Moreover, cannibalism phone sex feeds this ever so darker hunger within. And at this moment I wish to feast on the scrotum sack and penis of an Investment Banker I found on the Dark Web.
Ultimately, his portfolio won’t be the only thing I drain. Undeniably, his balls and then finally his life force I will suck up.
And with his final wishes of feeding his body to the clients. Oh the ones he destroyed. Guilt is an ugly beast, but flesh is a delicious feast.
Moreover, his blood will mix in the wine. And I will lavish myself in decadence.
Finally, do you want to come and play?

Bloody Phone Sex

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.