Category: Torture sex

Your Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Require the Right Accomplice

Most men enjoy snuff phone sex fantasies. Even some women do too. But I rarely get calls from women. At least not dominant women. I would have been her bitch, but she needed an accomplice to kill her philandering, hustler of an ex-boyfriend. He used her and cheated on her. But when he drained her bank account, she decided he had fucked with the wrong bitch. They had been together for a long time. Like almost a decade. And she chose to support him.

But when he discovered she knew about his affairs, he drained her bank account before she kicked him out. He did not get a fraction of her worth luckily because he did not have access to most of her money.  However, he did not know that. She wanted revenge. Not because she needed the money. This was about showing him he could not get away with what he did. Accountability as she put it. I told her I would be honored to be her revenge accomplice phone sex help.

Never Underestimate a Woman’s Need for Revenge

I lured him away. She told me everything I needed to set the honey trap. Being bait is fun. But cock and ball torture seemed like even more fun. He thought I put a cock ring on him so he would last to fuck me. However, I slapped a castration band around his balls. The pain did not last long, but the panic did. But he thought I did that by mistake. He found out that I set him up for revenge when my client made her presence known.

His look of surprise, I caught on film.  He looked at me confused, but I just said, “Hos before Bros.” And he knew I never wanted to fuck him. But I did want to inflict maximum pain with castration phone sex. So, she let me slice his balls off. Revenge cock and ball torture turned out perfectly. He lost his balls. Therefore, he lost his identity. But more importantly, he lost his ability to ever hurt a woman again. Hell, he will ever fuck again.  So, if he cannot get close to a woman physically, he will never get close to her financially.     

Torture sex, a special gift from Accomplice to Daddy

Torture sex I’ve got a special Torture sex treat in store for you today. Daddy’s favorite accomplice has gifted you the most exquisite pleasure device for our evil games. The second that wicked toy touched my tight little cunt, I knew it was destined for depraved greatness.
I lured her into my place, ate her pussy, and made her cum a bunch. You know how horny little teen sluts can be. I made her cum so much she is under my spell now and will do anything I tell her. You need those little cunts to suffer if you want to cum as hard as possible. I think we should strap her into my torture chair, Daddy. Wrists and ankles are shackled, completely exposed, and vulnerable.
Her tight little body is begging for you to paint it with bruises and welts. She is an object. Her purpose is to suffer for our orgasms. Pitch those pink nipples so hard they pop off. She looks so helpless in that chair. Now the rope is around her neck, and your cock is down her throat. Should we turn this into a Snuff sex game? Make the bitch drown in your cum!

 

My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, Cash Cow and Mommy Whore

ass rape pornMy son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.

I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.

My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.

My Boy Loves Me Because He Lets Me Do Coke as He Abuses Me

He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.

My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly.  My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.

He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing.  But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow And Fuck Meat

He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.

Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth.  But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Blasphemy sex wrecks her hole and gives us power

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is more than a fantastic orgasm. It floods you with power, a hot lust for blood, and the honor to do the Dark Lord’s bidding. This is not a game but a special ritual where the blood of an innocent is spilled. The intoxicating scent of fear fills the room. This little cunt I picked up off the streets knows what’s coming. I guide your dick inside her bald little lips, and you drill your dick so hard into her she soaks you with blood.
You, like a predator stalking its prey, pulled out and gave the dumb little slut a false sense of hope. “Shh… it’s ok, sweetie.” You say as you grin at me, and then, with one swift motion, you thrust yourself deep inside her asshole. I loved silencing her screams with my wet pussy. I made sure to push out the cum shot you put in earlier. Drowning her out with my cunt and your endless thrusting engorged my clit. I had to hold it until you were ready.
I could see Satan’s hand guiding your hand around her throat. You fucking her hard and harder made brought my pussy to the brink. You looked so sexy squeezing that little bitch’s neck. The more sadistic the Torture sex, the greater our reward from our Master. And then, that loud snap of her neck, we both exploded.

Cannibalism phone sex whores get roasted slowly

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.

Snuff Movies with My Eldest Son Hurts But Gets Me Coke

snuff moviesMy eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.

When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.

So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.

My Eldest Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful for His Viewers

Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.

The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.

Torture Sex Fantasies Turn Real When You Fantasize about Castration

torture sexTorture sex fantasies never remain fantasies for me. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture. Although I do castrate losers, sometimes I just enjoy ruining their junk without removing a man’s balls. There is a thing called chemical castration. Although it refers to taking a pill to kill the sperm, I have my own form of chemical castration.

When I am in the mood to ruin a guy’s manhood, I put on spiked heels and do a little jig on his testicles. That deflates them. Ruins them for life. Sometimes, I put a castration ban around a pair of nuts. But cutting off the blood flow kills the balls. Destroying those testicles rendering them useless. And once a loser’s balls shrivel up and die, they can no long procreate or fuck. However, most days, that satisfies me enough. I love the fact that men can look down at their dead balls and remember me fondly.

Okay, perhaps they do not remember this sadistic phone sex bitch fondly. But they will always remember me. And hopefully they will have nightmares about me forever. Trevor, my latest victim, begged me to castrate him. How fucked up are you if you beg me to castrate you? I do not play games. So, no roleplays for me. If you tell me you fantasize about a sexy bitch mutilating your junk, I deliver.

I Do Not Do Fantasy Castration. Real or Nothing with Me.

Poor sap. I shocked him when I turned his fantasy into reality. Not a problem for me. And, I feel no remorse for such things. In fact, I never feel remorse. I make the world a better place for women when I neuter losers like Trevor. We had some drinks at a Goth bar. Then I took him back to his place and tortured his balls. You cannot tell me you have fantasies about castration phone sex and expect me to simulate your cock and ball torture. But I do not work that way.

I tied Trevor up and trampled his worthless nuts. I put on some Led Zepplin and danced in my spiked heels on his nuts officially busting each nut. His screams of pain only made me dance longer. Your pain is my aphrodisiac. Even though I ruined his balls in less than ten minutes, I kept on torturing his dead sack with needles and razor blades. When I left him, he had passed out in his own puke with his balls dying. Perfect date night for me.

Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe.

Taboo phone sex             Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe. Boy, were you wrong. Nothing is safe.  Not you, not me, not no one. Going to rock you, sock you, kick you in the nads. Now that is fun. For me.

            Come mister tally man tally me some cocks. Wrack them up for me to knock them down. As soon as you enter you know you are with a killer. Now, I am not just any killer. I am the killer that will be taking you apart.

            Piece by piece that is why I am the Killer phone sex queen bee.  All in all, I will kill, for the good of the hive. To be sure it is necessary. I like being a killer. Do you like being snuffed out like a little bitch? Bet you do. After all, you come a crawling on your belly like a low-down piece of dirt.

            Begging and pleading with your mommy. Well, mommy isn’t here right now. In fact, all you got is the killer bee that is going to sting you to death. Slow and painful.

To be sure it will be torturous. It is what you deserve.

Is This The End

Violent phone sex Violent phone sex leaves me sore bruised and stretched out, Fucking me from behind as blows rain down on my body, your meaty fist punching my ribs as your cock is buried in my ass, a large dildo fills my pussy,my nipples are so sore and tender from the tight ass nipple clamps being pulled as you hammer inside me, my throat is sore from the belt your pulling as you fuck me with so much force. I know you’re trying to unalive me, I keep passing out but you keep bringing me back, guess you’re not done with me, everytime I wake up you have a different dildo buried inside me, I woke up to two huge dildos buried in my cunt and your cock in my mouth, Ihave a huge butt plug deep in my ass. I am trying to suck your dick as best I can so you let me live. I’m feeling weak from the shocks you’re giving my pussy with the cattle prod, I can’t feel myself about to pass out, the room goes dark , Is this the end or will you bring me back.