Category: Torture sex

Teen Rape Porn And The Fosters

Teen rape pornTeen rape porn triggers your rape fantasies, my poor body always pays the price of your sick fantasies, all the men I cross paths with seem to get off forcing me to take their cocks in my tight holes. 

My new foster family uses my body for their pleasure every chance they get, if it’s not Daddy dearest shoving his old wrinkly cock in my mouth, it’s his weird ass son coming in my room to jack his cock and cover me with cum. 

The mom is just as bad she comes to my room with large dildos and butt plugs, making me use them on myself as she watches, while fingering her hairy cunt, telling me how to fuck my pussy. 

In a way I kind of enjoy times with my foster mom, it’s as close to being in control as I am going to get. I would love to play in her pussy but it’s entirely too hairy. 

Been thinking about running away or seducing the neighbor for help, but it would be my luck he is a twisted fuck and probably will do horrible things to my body. 

Torture Sex Leads To My Ultimate, Devastating Bliss

First off, I crave the edge where pain twists into ecstasy. Ultimately, Torture sex is the greatest. With my body begging for torture that pushes me to the brink.

Tonight, in this shadowed room, my lover binds my wrists above my head with rough rope. In fact, the fibers bite into my skin as he tightens the knots.

Then he circles me like a predator, his eyes dark with hunger. Like a good whore, I arch my back, offering my naked form—breasts heaving, nipples already hard peaks aching for his touch.

Ultimately, he starts slow, trailing a leather whip across my thighs, then cracks it against my ass, the sting exploding like fire. Of course, I gasp, pussy clenching with wet need, juices dripping down my inner legs. But I still need more, ‘More,’ I whisper, my masochistic core throbbing.

Torture Sex is What I Crave

Undeniably, he obliges, lashing my back, each strike reddening my flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that trickle warm. Now, pain surges through me. However, it fuels my Snuff sex desires. With the heat building between my legs, I grind my hips against nothing, desperate for friction.

Next, he drops the whip and grabs my throat. With fingers digging into my windpipe, he laughs. Essentially, strangulation grips me, air cut off as he squeezes, my vision blurring at the edges.

Instinctively, I buck against him, lungs burning, but my clit pulses wildly. Finally, he forces two fingers into my soaking pussy, thrusting hard while choking me tighter.

Moreover, stars burst behind my eyes; asphyxiation heightens every sensation. Bringing my pussy clamping down on his invading digits as orgasm builds in suffocating waves.

‘You’re mine to break,’ he growls, releasing just enough for a ragged breath. Once that little bit of air is gasped in my lungs, he slams his cock into me.

Effectively, he pounds relentlessly, hand back on my neck, cutting off my air again. After all, strangulation phone sex is what I crave.

Now, I convulse, body on fire, the taboo thrill of snuff play making me wetter. Then he strangles harder, my face purpling, pussy spasming around his thick shaft as I cum violently. Ultimately, squirting over his balls. But he doesn’t stop. Simultaneously fucking through my blackout haze, until he floods me with hot seed. Now my final gasps,  a symphony of dark fantasies bliss.

Torture Sex

In this fantasy, death dances close, but release pulls me back—addicted to the torture that makes me alive.

Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Often Involve Torture Too for Me

snuff phone sexI enjoy snuff phone sex calls. As a sexy accomplice and switch, sometimes I’m in charge of the killing. And it feels good to be the queen when that happens. I did a favor for a fellow stripper last night. And I did this gig for free. Hos before bros and all. She has an ex-boyfriend problem. An abusive piece of shit with a restraining order against him. However, that never stops him.

But I knew I could stop him. I could stop him permanently. And I sexually mutilated his junk along the way. I talked with my friend, and we set a honey trap. I let him think that I gave him the address of his ex-girlfriend. But it was my address. And she laid in wait as I did with knives hidden everywhere for our safety. When he arrived, he seemed shocked to see me. But then my fellow stripper, the object of his desire, came out from the bedroom.

We started kissing, making him horny and jealous. But that was part of our plan. Much easier to castrate a stiff dick than a limp one. And he deserved castration phone sex, maybe more than anybody I ever castrated before. Some men think they’re entitled to pussy. And some men think they own women. So, I enjoy giving men a wakeup call.

Men Do Not Get Away With Harassing My Friends

When I kissed him, I slipped a cock ring on to help keep him erect. He never saw me coming. I think he felt too horny to care about anything else than my hand on his dick. But the next thing he felt on his dick was a cool steel blade.

Sure, I could’ve gone for the nuts immediately. However, I wanted to savior the torture. So, I sliced the tip of his dick off instead. This guy would not survive the night anyway. I could slice and dice his junk all I wanted. He would never use it again. And he will never stalk or harass another woman again.

We spent a few hours slicing little parts of his dick off like we were cutting those little hotdog dogs and putting them into the baked beans. I said that my friend thought maybe we could feed the severed parts of his dick to my dogs. And my pups love hot dogs. Seeing the expression on this guy ‘s face as my dogs ate part of his dick turned me on. I can be a sick bitch when I want.

I Enjoy Castrating Men who Think They Own Women

Eventually, we grew tired of him and the torture sex of his junk. So, she took him out of his misery. With my hands on his throat, I squeezed as tightly as I could. His ex-girlfriend, my friend, sat on his face to smother him. We felt him take his last breath. And she helped me dismember him. We made a mess. But I watch enough movies. So, I knew I needed a tarp and a cadaver saw. And an interesting thing, once a person’s dead the blood doesn’t spill out their bodies like you would think.

We put his severed limbs into this big bag. And we buried them in the woods in different places. Chances of anybody finding all of him seemed slim to us. But he will never harass another one of my friends. Or any women for that matter. And don’t think for a second I won’t neuter you either if you get out of line. Castration is not just for stalkers.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies get me moist in my panties!

Home Invasion Phone Sex

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies get me moist in my panties.

Just the thought of men spying on me when I’m getting naked in my room is making me wet.

They’re taking pictures of my virgin naked body and stalking me through the window.

I’m their good little girl who teases their cocks too much!

I’m constantly walking around my house like a bad girl, and they can see in because stupid me keeps the curtains wide open!

They wait until I’m fast asleep naked in my bed, when I hear a crash.

It sounds like someone is breaking in!

I froze in fear and didn’t even throw clothes on in time.

The intruders saw me standing there, terrified, and their cocks started growing in their pants.

My virgin naked body was turning them on too much, they couldn’t help themselves.

They each took turns ramming their thick cocks into my cute little pussy! 

 

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Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires More Skill and a Sick Mind

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be my favorite. Honestly, I find no skill in guns. A gun can kill a person from half a mile away. Even further depending on your skill level and the gun. Long range shooting requires some skill. However, close range shooting just requires luck and the element of surprise. With a knife, my subject needs to be within inches of me.

And I prefer knives over guns for other reasons too. A knife can be more brutal because you can do more with a knife than you can with a gun. It requires more skill in planning because to kill somebody with a knife you must be within inches of that person. I don’t even own a gun. However, I own over 1000 knives. I consider many of those knives vintage. Grandpa collected knives. And I inherited his collection and made it better.

Some of these knives belonged to serial killers and murderers who died at my grandpa ‘s private prison. Trinkets to my grandpa. I love using a knife with a story and giving it another story. The knife I used this weekend to castrate a loser who preys on drunk Goth girls, once belonged to a serial killer who would remove the body parts of women and put them onto the men he killed. A very fascinating serial killer who like to turn girls into boys and vice versa.

This Sick Bitch Enjoys Castration

Since I always feel like a sadistic phone sex bitch, I decided to use that knife to castrate this loser and then I took his severed dick and glued it to a pair of strap-on panties. I gave myself the ultimate gift. The gift of his severed useless cock. And I made him suck it. I told you I’m a sick bitch. This man purposely drugs women to take advantage of them. He’s a predator. And he appears to be the kind of man who only escalates.

So, I neutered him. And he should feel lucky that I only removed his balls and his dick. Because this asshole deserved to die. But I think for predators neutering them seems like a more fitting punishment. He will never experience a hard dick again. And he will never hurt another woman again either. He will pee through a stray for the rest of his life.

Sometimes, Neutering a Horny Man Seems Like the Best Punishment Ever

I just added another dimension to his punishment. Perhaps, I felt inspired by a serial killer whose knife I used to sever this guy ‘s dick and balls. We all find inspiration somewhere, right? I used gorilla glue to attach his severed dong to the outside of my strap-on panties. Then I made the loser who just lost his dick, and balls suck his severed cock.

I think he would’ve preferred me to kill him in the moment. But there’s no fun in it for me if I simply give a man what he wants. They need to suffer. And I know castration phone sex does not always make a man suffer enough. But filming him sucking his own severed dick that I attached to my special panties, seemed like a new level of humiliation that even I had not thought of yet.

A gun would not let me castrate a man or enjoy some post castration humiliation. But a knife does.  And a knife with a little bit of sick history makes it even more fun. So be careful men. Me and my knife collection sever balls one loser at a time.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Feed My Obsession

Rape phone sex fantasies are the ones that make me cum hardest.
First of all, I love the raw brutality of it.
When you describe forcing me down, ripping off my clothes, and shoving yourself inside me while I fight and scream, I get instantly wet.
Moreover, I get off on the helplessness — the feeling of being overpowered, used, and violated with zero mercy.
Consequently, when we take it further into Snuff phone sex, the pleasure becomes even darker and more intense.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Pleasure

After that, I beg you to describe how you’re going to kill me. With your hand on my mouth and a knife to my throat. Truth is, I want to hear every sadistic detail: how you choke me, how my blood trickles from the first cut.
Rape phone sex fantasies
While my body convulses around your cock. Tell me how my eyes roll back as the life drains out of me.
Next comes the Bloody phone sex that pushes me over the edge.
Ultimately, I moan like a whore when you tell me you’re going to cut me. In fact, while you fuck me and slice into my flesh. Devastatingly slicing my soft skin, watching bright red blood run down my bare tits. And how it mixes with my juices and your cum.
Plus, the idea of you fucking my dying body, covered in my own blood, is so fucking arousing I can barely speak.
So yeah, rape, snuff, and bloody phone sex are my ultimate triggers. The darker and more violent the fantasy gets. Makes me wetter and more desperate. Truth be known, I crave the terror, the pain, the finality. All while you have your cock pounding me and ultimately destroy me.
I’m the girl who gets off hardest when you describe how you will snuff me. It’s the fantasy raping me, snuffing me, and leaving me in a bloody, broken mess.
If you want to explore these depraved fantasies with someone who truly gets soaked by them, call me.

Snuff Porn Star Blair Take a Beating and Keeps On Ticking

snuff pornI will never escape snuff porn. This week proved rough on my body. First, my son beat the crap out of me. However, I went through his pink cocaine rather quickly. Not even quite a week later I found myself in need of more. So, I started begging guys to help me for a bump. I tried to avoid going down to the dock or meeting with notorious violent drug offender to score since my body still hurt from my boy.

However, zero luck with regular dudes willing to party and fuck. So, I met this one snuff film maker at the docks. He makes snuff flicks and beats women on camera for a streaming audience just like my son. But this guy I know has killed women before maybe not on purpose but some of his stars ended up dead. So that’s always in the back of my mind when I get desperate. But my need for cocaine seems stronger than my need to stay alive.

This guy will always put me in his snuff movies. But I will end up in the hospital or the ER. This time seemed no different. He dangled a big bag of cocaine in front of me and told me it would be all mine for just two hours of filming. So, I did a line and told him I make me his bitch. He set up the streaming camera and punched me in front of his streaming audience many times. I started seeing stars almost immediately.

Men Beat Me Beautiful in Exchange for Cocaine

When he punched me in the nose and it started bleeding, I worried that my sniffer would not work anymore. I begged for some cocaine. And when I snorted, boy did it burn like it never burned before. Coke mixed in with my blood and started coming out my nose. And this guy just wiped my bloody snot so he could rub on it my pussy and on my tits.

And he kept beating me. He never wanted to fuck me. According to him, his audience prefers watching him beat the fuck out of mommy types. Well, he beat the fuck out of me. So, this felt like torture sex. He broke ribs and my nose. Plus, I lost a couple teeth, but I got a big bag of cocaine. So that will help me heal my broken, battered body once again. Why do I get letting guys abuse me like this? Oh, that’s right. I am a druggy desperate whore.

Teen Rape Porn Stars are Kidnapped Not Born

teen rape pornGuys come to me when they want to make a teen rape porn. Men know that I can help procure them something young and sweet to fuck. Women make the best accomplices because young girls never suspect us as predators. But behind every good predator is a good woman who brings him the fuck meat. And for Jonathan I appeared to be that good woman.

We go way back. As a good friend of my former master, he sometimes would fuck me. But I know he preferred much younger pussy. But now he hires me occasionally find him a young tender girl to fuck. I consider him a collector of sorts. He likes to make little videos of himself fucking teenage girls. So, I bring him the girl and I filmed fuck session

We got together last night. I found him a very young teen girl. Popular girl who serves on her cheerleading team. Tiny and compact. A perfect little dick spinner and ass rape porn star. I did not need to kidnap her. She came willingly with me because I told her I wanted to test her out for a model gig. She ate that shit up. Young girls dream about being a star. I did not lie to her. I did plan to make her a star. A young teen porn star

Men Come to Me When They Want to Make a Teen Porno

Jonathan loves the treat that I picked out for him. Pretty, innocent, and a tiny little hot body. I got out the film equipment and did my job capturing the moment he popped a little cherry. She began screaming bloody murder. I just kept telling her that I’m making her a star. Jonathan didn’t show her holes any mercy either. He stretched and gaped them. Made both her pussy and her ass bleed.

She cursed me the entire time. Called me a dumb cunt and a stupid bitch. Please bitch. I’ve been called far worse by people a lot scarier than you. I told her to shut the fuck up and smile for the camera. Of course, we strapped her down to a table. This little bitch would not escape.

She saw my face. However, I looked quite different in a red wig, and he wore a mask the entire time. He didn’t want to kill her. However, I did. But his dime his rules. And the little bitch lived. She’ll probably never believe a single thing an adult woman tells her again. So, in a way this served as a wakeup call for that young slut. Girls need to learn that they cannot trust the word of a strange woman.

We dumped her in a cornfield for her to find her way home. I’m sure she will share some details to the police. But I still feel confident nothing will blow back on me or my accomplice phone sex partner. I took necessary precautions. She’ll never find me or my client.