Category: Torture sex

Scat Torture sex: The ultimate degradation

Torture sex with the one I serve is always changing. He gets all sorts of ideas that one-up the last. He knows I am a loyal slave. I don’t complain or whine about it; I go through it. And recently, he said I am too desensitized. And that I don’t suffer enough. So he made me meet his friend and his friend’s teen daughter.Torture sex

She was a young little thing with an evil look in her eyes. They were a Daddy-and-Daughter couple, and she was always hanging on his arm. They wanted to make a special video, and she was the star.

From how everything unfolded, I am really wondering if this was her idea the whole time. I had to play the role of the toilet.

Her Daddy’s dick was so massive, I was a little shocked she got it in her asshole.

It only took a couple of pumps, and then he pulled it out, and a fire hydrant of shit blasted out of her.

All this shit poured into my mouth and on my face.

I started dry heaving immediately, and they were all laughing at me. She was the worst of them all. She gave me the nickname Shit pig. She rubbed her shit in my eyes and spat in my face over and over again. And then her Daddy brought out the paddle.

The little Teen rape porn star stood over my head and unleashed another thick, vile torrent of shit on top of my head as her Daddy paddled my ass. I lost control of all my muscles and made a mess of things. I must have been dosed with laxatives because it was like an explosion. It got all over the paddle and on her Daddy.

They both laughed and degraded Shit pig, and then he stuck his big cock up my ass. It hurt so bad, especially after all that paddling. When he was fucking me, I could see how jealous it made that little bitch. I swear I thought she was going to kill me. But luckily, she just kicked me in the face, giving me a bloody nose, after he put a load in me.

 

 

 

 

 

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistibly The Best Pleasures

Strangulation Phone Sex is exciting for the giver… as well as the receiver. In fact, a little Erotic Asphyxiation is a great pleasure for me.
I’m Geneva, and I am a bit of a pain slut. In fact, the biggest turn on is being fucked and strangled. So coming across a wanted ad for a star who loves it rough caught my attention. Surely the ad mentioned this was a special kind of film called snuff, and starring slut is truly getting all of the attention. I couldn’t help but imagine how intense that could be. Oh, but did I ever find out!
So there I was, stumbling into the dark entrance of an old Theatre. Then, as soon as I stepped through the velvet curtains, the light was strong and glaring.
The glare hits me like a physical force, making me squint and raise a hand to shield my eyes. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the dim, dusty corridor I’d just left . Then this blinding spotlight that seems to bore right through me.
But I don’t step back. That’s not why I’m here.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistible

As my eyes adjust, I make out shapes in the darkness beyond the light. Seats. Rows and rows of empty velvet seats, leading up to a stage where I’m standing. And somewhere in that darkness, watching me, is the person who placed that ad.
“I saw your posting,” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. My heart is hammering, but not from fear. From anticipation. “Said you were looking for a star who could handle… intense material. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the edge.”
So, I let my coat slip from my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty stage floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a simple black dress that hugs my curves, cut low enough to show the swell of my tits. No bra. I wanted to make a good impression.
“I’ve done a lot of things on camera,” I continue, stepping closer to the edge of the stage, peering into the darkness. “Bondage. Impact play. Breath play, even. But your ad mentioned something… more. Something permanent.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I reach up and undo the top two buttons of my dress, letting it gape open.
“I want to know what that feels like. To be so completely at someone’s mercy that there’s no coming back from it. To give everything I have to the camera, to the audience… to you.”
I tilt my head, letting the spotlight catch my throat, baring it to whoever’s watching.
“So why don’t you come out of the shadows? Let’s talk about what you have in mind. I promise you… I can take it.”
Strangulation Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.

Castration Phone Sex : The Lust of the Greatest Evil

The operating theater gleams under surgical lights; the castration phone sex procedure is about to begin. So, I’ve dimmed them to an amber glow. After all, it’s more intimate this way.
So, my victim strains against the leather straps, chest heaving, eyes wide above the gag. Nonetheless, he’s been begging for hours. In fact, I prefer them conscious.
So, I pull on my long black surgical gloves—the latex snaps against my wrists satisfyingly. And my surgical gown flows around me like a shadow. The mask and goggles go on last. Safety first, darlings.
“Let’s begin.”
So, I trace his cock with a scalpel, feather-light. Of course, he whimpers pathetically. Such a pretty sound. So, I make the first incision at the base, cutting through skin and fascia in one smooth stroke.
Slowly, at first, blood wells up, dark and thick. Next, I part the tissue with forceps, revealing the structures beneath.
Now, his screaming intensifies as I expose the corpus cavernosum. Therefore, I work methodically, clamping and cutting the dorsal arteries.
Moreover, the cock loosens from its attachments. So, I sever the urethra with a wet snip.
He bucks against the table, tears streaming. Now, I hold his severed member up for him to see.
“Look at what you’ve lost.”

My Castration Phone Sex is Brutal

Now for the prostate. First, I make a perineal incision, digging deeper through muscle layers. So, his pelvis jerks with each cut. Next, I find the gland—walnut-sized, firm—and dissect it free from the bladder neck and urethral stump.
Therefore, more clamping. More cutting. Until the gland comes away in my forceps, dripping.
He’s gone quiet now. Essentially, shock is settling in. And, blood pools beneath him, dripping off the table edges.
Finally, I arrange his cock and prostate in a specimen jar, preserving them in formaldehyde. Simply, a keepsake for my collection. Now, his breathing grows shallow, irregular. The blood loss will claim him soon.
In the end, I strip off my gloves and photograph my work—
Exhibit ※1: the empty wound, ※2: the jar that houses the keepsake, ※3. The ashen face of my victim…
Until next time, my darlings.
⁓♥♡ Morticia ♡♥～
Castration Phone Sex

Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

Careless Cunt Transforms Snuff Sex to Torture

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I grazed Sir’s cock with my tooth tonight. Just a tiny scrape while I was deep throating him, but he felt it. His hand fisted my hair and he pulled me off, eyes dark.

“You know what happens when you use teeth, pain slut.”

My stomach dropped. I hate this punishment more than anything. I stripped and bent over the bench, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing everything. My hole clenched under his stare.

Sir loves watching my shitter move and swell. He says it’s the most honest part of me. The belt came down hard, right on my exposed asshole. The crack echoed and I screamed. Again. And again. Each strike landed dead center, the leather biting into that tender ring, making it puff and twitch. I felt it swell, burning hot, every nerve screaming.

“Please, Sir! I’m sorry! It hurts so bad!”

He kept whipping until I was sobbing, tears soaking the bench, my hole throbbing and red. Only then did he step behind me.

“Now you get what you really need.”

He shoved his cock in dry, forcing past my swollen, sore asshole in one brutal thrust. I wailed as he stretched the punished flesh, pounding deep into my guts while he growled in my ear.

“Take it, you worthless hole. This is what happens to stupid sluts who can’t suck cock right. Your shitter belongs to me. Cry all you want. I’m not stopping until I fill this ruined ass.”

He fucked me hard and mean until he came, pumping his load deep inside my battered hole. I lay there wrecked, hole gaping and leaking, knowing I’d do it again just to feel this.

Ass Rape Porn Star Turns into a Gang Bang Anal Whore for Coke Money

ass rape pornPeople know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.

I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.

I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.

Really, It Seems Amazing I am Alive Most Days

Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.

Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.

I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.

Torture sex stuffing his cock with my steel

Torture sex, torture sexI been wanting some cock torture for weeks! So, this weekend my boyfriend and I went out to get our next victim! We went to the bar, and I found the perfect subject! I spiked his drink when he was talking with my boyfriend and about 20 minutes in, he was all mine! He was already drooling over me, but little did he know I was going to be the one drooling and leaving from my cunt once he sees what I am going to do to his cock! He willingly came home with us thinking we were all going to fuck. Hahahaha Once we got in the door, I wasted no time and got him undressed. His dick was throbbing for me. Perfect for what I am going to do! I started to suck his cock to distract him and that’s when my boyfriend handcuffed him to the chair. He started to panic a little but my mouth on his cock was a good distraction and he thought we were just getting kinky. Once we had his legs bound, I took my mouth off his dick and his was harder than before. That’s when I pulled out my rods and he quivered and cried out no pleaseee once he knew what I was going to do! My little cunt is dripping down my thighs as I pull the first rod out and grab his cock head splitting his slit open as I insert the first one he screams but I have no mercy. Still, plenty of room for another and another. There was a total of four when I started to see blood ooze from his dick mixed with his precum that was dripping down his stuffed cock! I gave his balls a good squeeze and lifted them up so that I could fuck his ass with my strapon! That’s when my boyfriend got behind me and started fucking me! The whole time pinching the head of his cock while I fucked him, so the rods would not slip out. I came so fucking hard listening to his little whimpers as I fucked his ass while his cock was stuffed with cold steel!

I Make Snuff Movies for Pleasure and Educational Purposes

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are fake. Total bullshit. But not the kind I make. I make real snuff films. Most of them I make for my spank bank collection. Although I do not film every kill, I do film most of them. Many years ago, I purchased an old-fashioned cam recorder. No Internet access so no risk of uploading anything to the cloud that could get me busted. My grandpa taught me when I’m making home movies or I want to take some pictures, that I need to go old school analog. So, I use a vintage cam recorder for my movies and an old Polaroid camera for my pictures.

And last night, my protégé and I watched some of my movies. I wanted her to see how I progressed with age. She could see some of my awkward quick kills when I first started out as a murderous bitch. And now she can see how I kill without even batting an eyelash. It’s not that I was ever squeamish about murder, I just lacked the knowledge of how to prolong the torture sex.

My whole movie collection proved quite educational to my protégé. She even took notes. I’ve trained several women in my life. This girl appears to be the youngest. And the most natural. She seems to be the one most like me. Just pure evil. Although her uncle did molest her for years, her killer instincts always existed. Her uncle hired me to kill her while he watched.

Teaching Young Girls to Be Wicked Butchers Brings Me Joy

She got older and threatened to tell if he did not leave her alone. And he decided she was a liability that he needed to take care of for his own self-preservation. But money is not everything. I saw potential in her. But I kept his money and I kept her alive and now she’s my mini killing machine.

For hours, we watched my whole movie collection, and she watched how I torture a man’s cock and balls, especially if he’s also a predator. I go harder on the predators. And I usually let them live with a constant reminder that they will never force fuck anybody again. My little protégé decided she felt ready to practice her castration skills, so we made a list of boys she knows that do not deserve to keep their nuts.

Young Girls with Killer Instincts Need My Help

When you castrate a man, you never need to worry about them going to the police. They keep what you did to them a secret because they don’t want to answer the question of why a woman would do that to them. Yes, I have castrated men just for pure shits and giggles. But many men, I castrate are sexual predators. Men who do not deserve to keep their balls or ever enjoy an erection again. When you castrate a sexual predator, they soon realize being neutered is better being force fucked by black men in prison every day.

So, my protégé and I will use the brat offenders’ list to find some cock and balls for castration phone sex practice. She can learn how to make a man suffer using known offenders in the neighborhood as practice. Sort of vigilant justice, with an educational spin. And once I feel confident of her castration ability, we will work on her list of schoolboys who need neutered early in life. Double trouble her and me. We’re going to make the world safer for young girls one set of balls at a time

Mutilation phone sex-I’ll make the fuck holes, you fuck them

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex has been prepped for you, Sir. I got the right bitch, she thought her shit didn’t stink, but I made sure she smelled it.

I stuck so many holes in her just like you asked. Poor girl missed her bus, but thought she found a new friend in me. I buttered her up until the point I had her shackled.

She’s young, dumb, and ready for your cum!

The little bitch was eating out of my hand when I gave her a basic amount of attention. However, when I told her about how she would get a Mommy and Daddy to love her forever, she willingly got naked and let me chain her up.

While I was waiting for your arrival, I was making all kinds of fuck holes. I think it will get me really wet when I guide your cock in her rib cage. The dumb little cunt will cry out for Mommy, and I’ll make her gag on your bloody cock. The dumb little bitch will learn to love the flavor of it. I stabbed her enough to think she could still make it out of here. So, I want you to give her a Torture sex beating of a lifetime!

Your cock looks so good covered in gore. Mommy is gonna suck it off and put it in a new fuck hole. The tightest hole I’ve made. Right at the bottom of the neck. I’ll slam your cock in it and finger my pussy until you fuck that bitch’s head off.