Category: Torture sex

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Fireworks is How I Say Happy Birthday America

murder phone sex fantasiesAlthough I specialize in murder phone sex fantasies, I’ve killed a few people in my life. Likely a few hundred, but I don’t count. I help men explore the violent fantasies that they cannot share with just anybody. And most men think about killing someone or at least force fucking someone and getting away with it. So, I help them.

In my personal life, I sometimes help men too weak to do it on their own. Perhaps you could call me a killer for hire. But I don’t need an accomplice to kill. In fact, I think I do some of my best murders solo. My creative process works better when I do not experience any extra noise if you know what I mean.

And I decided to get a little creative with death in the month of July. At least for the first part of July, plan to utilize fireworks as my accomplice. You might be amazed at the physical damage fireworks can do when used as torture sex. And I like to put fireworks in a man’s asshole. It does a lot of damage. Even a sparkler hurts. Doesn’t do too much damage, though. However, it works better than a taser for electric shocks where no one wants electric shocks.

Fireworks Work Great for Torture Too

Since I do have a code for killing, I went out Friday night looking for people who fit the code. My code seems lax compared to like Dexter ‘s code or anything like that. But it’s still a code. And I found an obnoxious guy in a bar. That’s easy to do. He treated the bartender poorly. And he treated the woman who he wanted to buy drinks for poorly too. So, in my mind, he made a fitting candidate.

I let him think his obnoxious commands worked for me and I took him home. Drugged him. Stripped him naked. And when he woke up, he discovered 25 sparklers shoved in his ass. And I lit them when he woke up. But I had him strapped down. He couldn’t wiggle his self out of this. The sparklers acted like appetizers. Of course, he screamed bloody murder just from little sparks hitting his ass and the back of his balls.

Like I said appetizer. I found a bigger thicker firework. I think the proper term might be firecracker. And I shove that in his ass and lit it. When that one burnt down and went boom, it charred his ass hair and burned his flesh. Next, I got a rocket knowing it would shoot up into my dungeon ceiling and come back down. Of course, I stood out of its path. But my victim had nowhere to go. And that rocket once it went up, had to come down. Now that left a mess.

A Few Fireworks in a Man’s Asshole is How I Will Celebrate America’s Birthday

His poor asshole started to bleed. The smell of blood and charred flesh and burnt hair turns me on though. His fucking ball hair and ass hair singed. His flesh burned. And I told him I was done with the fireworks. Then I flipped him over and castrated him. He didn’t really fit my code for death. However, he did fit my code for torture. And the torture I love the most is castration phone sex. So, I sliced off his ball sack, but I did cauterize the wound so that wouldn’t be too much blood.

Then I let him go. He lost his balls. I burned the hair off his ass. And I even burned the flesh and made his asshole a little bit bigger so to make sure he wouldn’t be able to pick me up in a lineup. I gave him a shot of something that will pretty much make him an amnesiac. And I dumped his body along the side of a field. He’ll wake up eventually, not know how he got there. But his ass will hurt and he will feel some pains where his balls used to be for quite some time. July hasn’t even started yet. And I’m already off with a boom.

Accomplice Phone Sex: The Best Way to Use Your Big Dick

It’s Accomplice phone sex that I am continually used for. Once my greedy asshole was taken so deep and hard it was only fair that I help find more ass for your pleasure.
You own my tight, greedy asshole completely. And I’ve grown addicted to the way you stretch me open with that thick, relentless cock.
To start, you trained me to crave nothing but anal. Therefore, leaving my pussy untouched and useless for anything real.
Now, I find myself scanning every room we enter. Thus, hunting for fresh meat to bring back to you.
When I spot a juicy, willing slut, I sweet-talk her into joining our filthy games. Of course, convincing her that you’ll treat her right.
Once I have her naked and bent over, I hold her down. Then, I spread her cheeks wide for your inspection.
So, I watch eagerly as you slide into her tight hole. And listening to her squeal while I finger my own ass. Oh, it’s so dripping with anticipation.
Before it begins, I already know I’ll get my turn after you’ve finished filling her up. And with that, you use both of us like the holes we are.
Therefore, you pound into her tight virgin butthole. All while I stand ready to clean your cock. Then, while I lick the cream from your dick, I think about the next buttslut. In fact, I’m ready to offer up another victim tomorrow.
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My Son Makes Me the Star of His Snuff Movies

snuff moviesMy son likes to put me in his snuff movies. I’m always his live stream cash cow. And for the most part, I prepare myself for it. I’m just an old whore. Dark tan skin, but you can see my tan lines from the micro bikini I wear. My son likes me to stand in front of him in my panties so he can see the tan lines. I look like an over the hill 80s woman. He calls me his glam bimbo. I walked around in panties and super high heels. Add my long nails, my big hair and my cherry red lipstick, once upon a time I could’ve been an 80s video vixen.

Perhaps in a way I am still a video vixen. My son live streams our sessions. We have an understanding. He gives me the best cocaine around and he gets to film himself beating mommy beautiful. I stayed in front of him showing off my ultra skinny body. Except for the bimbo boobs, I have the body of a young schoolgirl.

Since my cunt lips hung over my panties, it looked like my lips wanted to swallow up my panties. My son pulled on my lips until he could wrap them around the panties. When he came back up, he punched my teeth out. They flew across the room. Next, he dribbled my head like a basketball on the wood floor. Occasionally pulling my head up long enough to skull fuck me.

My Boy Beats Mommy Beautiful

He slammed my skinny cocaine body onto the floor and skull fucked me harder. He placed his knee on my neck, choking me. But he did shove the bowl of cocaine under my face. The coke matted to my face like make up. He called me names and slapped my face with his dick.

I could hear the chimes pouring in. He somehow managed to lock his fingers behind my neck and stand up holding my head down to skull fuck me some more. Then he just lifted me up. But if I weigh 100 pounds, I’d be surprised. It’s amazing how much weight you can lose on a cocaine diet My son pounded my head into the floor so hard I think I might’ve received a brain bleed. Everything got dizzy. The room started spinning, but my son continued to use my head as a battering ram.

My son loves to turn me into his fleshlight. His own personal fuck sleeve. He smashed my face so much into the floor that my face became unrecognizable. But in that awkward position, he contorted me into a sort of a half Nelson wrestling move. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and ran my head into the wall. I felt like I was in two places at once because I went through the wall and the sheet metal kept me hanging there. My head stuck out the other side of the wall, but my shoulders pressed up against the sheet rock while my belly rested on some of it.

My Son Turns Me Into His Flesh Light and Battering Ram

But my son loves me. He came around the other side, put the bowl of cocaine under my nose and let me get high. He seemed too nice. So, I knew something was up. Then I heard a knock at the door. And I could hear the chatter of many male voices while suspended in air by sheet rock. I heard my boy talk about a gangbang rape porn. But not my mouth, pussy or ass. They planned to gang bang my urethra.

He invited them to fill my bladder up with cum. They ran a train on my pee hole. Men lit me up while they fucked my fourth hole. Punched my back, my kidneys, and the sides of my ribs. And they did that all while they slammed their dicks into my urethra. My son started fucking my face like a cunt. Held my mouth open and shoved his dick in while his buddies tore up my pee hole. The sheet rock held me hostage and suspended me in the air.

But I Know My Son Loves Me, He Never Punches My Sniffer

Once my son finished with my mouth, he let me snort some more coke. And he punched me in the face. But before you say it, I know he loves me. He never breaks my nose. I need my sniffer. I heard tips pouring in as other viewers watched and laughed at the old, battered coke whore. And I might be out of commission for a while with this one. Eventually, my son pulled me out of the sheet rock, but I couldn’t see because my eyes swelled shut. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Plus, I started to bleed.

My boy freed me from the sheet rock, but he wanted to punch me some more. Such a violent streak in him. He bounced my head off the floor again and violently skull fucked me some more. But he always jokes he’s just beating mommy beautiful. So, with a bladder full of cum, a swollen face and a broken body, I snorted as much cocaine as I could to dull the pain. My son made me a pee hole gang bang whore. It will feel like I’m pissing shards of glass for a few weeks, but I know I will heal. But my son’s pink cocaine helps me get over the violent phone sex make-over.

Making Snuff Movies Helps Me Improve My Skills

snuff moviesAlthough I watch snuff movies, I prefer to make them. I like to catch some of my kills on film. Sort of a learning tool I use to improve my skills. And I make a lot of torture videos too. Primarily cock and ball torture videos. And I use those for the same reason but also for blackmail. I keep predators in check. If they mess with me or somebody who I feel protective about I will make sure the world knows I took their balls and why.

Charlie needed a reminder. I took his balls a decade ago for spiking girls’ drinks and force fucking them. A preppy younger guy who came from a lot of money. But he somehow got his rocks off preying on my kind. I ended his career. Trust fund boy. The kind of money that can buy him out of all the trouble in the world. So, I took the law on my own hands and neutered the bastard. But recently, I got wind that he’s back to drugging girls again. He’s just not stupid enough to come into my bar.

But he is stupid enough to keep drugging women. This time I guess he’s using some sort of prosthetic penis like a rubber dildo type thing that he puts over his limp dick to fuck these girls. So, I decided to catch up with my old friend. This time he left me no choice, but to take his dick too.

Since Your Dick is a Privilege, it Can Be Revoked

A friend of mine helped set him up. That man does have a type. And I knew he could not change his stripes. So, the bartender of the Goth bar he works out of lately helped me set him up. He gave a drink to a girl at the bar and the bartender switched it out when she saw him drug it. She texted me. I waited about 20 minutes, made my entrance and escorted him out. The drugs kicked in and he didn’t even know what planet he was fucking on.

By the time he came out of his drug stupor, he found himself back in my castration chair once again. He remembered me. I don’t think a man ever forgets the woman who gave him such extreme cock and ball torture sex that he literally lost his balls. I told him I knew he violated our agreement. The fucking loser thought all I would do was upload the video of me castrating him. So, I took a butcher knife and chopped the tip of his dick off. No warning. And nothing to control the bleeding.

Castration and Cock Mutilation Remind Predators Not to Fuck with Me

I tossed the tip to my dog who ate it in front of me. He begged and bled. So, I showed a little mercy and I cauterized the wound. But I just did that to make him think I would not chop more off. And for the next couple hours, I chopped a little bit more off each time. Eventually, his entire worthless dick disappeared into my dog’s belly. And when I say worthless, I mean limp. Now I told him if he violates this agreement, the only thing left for me to take would be his life. I think he might believe me now.

Although I do end a lot of men’s lives, I keep some alive, especially predators so that they live with the constant reminder of what their actions cost them personally. And I know if anybody deserved killer phone sex it was this repeat offender. But I just enjoyed butchering his worthless limp dick. He’s going to piss in a bag for the rest of his life. I don’t think he’ll bounce back from that. But if he does, I’ll be ready, and I will kill him the next time.

Ass rape porn is a lot of fun with me as the accomplice

Ass rape pornAss rape porn, a delightfully depraved mission for Yours Truly. The twisted temptress Roxy!

I’ve got my eyes on the perfect pawn for our debased game – a sniveling sack of shit teen, quivering like a leaf.

Mmm, your cock is going to destroy that little asshole!

I snap my fingers, and the little bitch kneels at my feet. You know your trusted accomplice would never let you down. Look at how tight her little body is.

Before he can even whimper a protest, I have her over my lap, her puny cries muffled by my manicured hand. This is going to end with her begging for the mercy of death, and I’ll enjoy every humiliating moment leading up to it.

As I position Daddy’s thick cockhead at her twitching little pucker, I can hear her tiny brain short-circuit with terror. Deceitfully, I kiss her deep, as you slide your cock in her bloody asshole.

She squirms desperately, but I hold her in place like a bug pinned to a specimen board. You are pounding her so fucking hard. Your cock is so powerful that Snuff sex victim’s anus isn’t going to last long, but it will make a great video!

 

 

Torture Sex is My Idea of a Romantic Evening

 

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My Master had me ready for torture sex. Spread-eagle and hogtied, my wrists and ankles cinched so tight the hemp rope bit deep into my skin. I was shaking, a desperate, leaking mess, while he called me a useless, hole-hungry slut. I loved every word of it.

Then came the wax. He tilted the candle, letting the searing, molten heat drip slowly onto my swollen nipples. I screamed as the hot wax hardened, trapping the heat against my skin. He didn’t stop there; he poured a thick, boiling stream directly onto my clit and across my soaking wet cunt. The contrast of the burning wax and my pulsing heat was electric, leaving me sobbing and begging for more.

But the real punishment started when he flipped me over. No lube, no warnings—just a thick, punishing cock slamming into my tight ass. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back while he fucked my ass raw. Every thrust was a brutal reminder that I’m nothing but his toy. He hammered into my gut, calling me a filthy little cum-dumpster while I choked on my own moans.

I’m still sore, still smelling like wax and sex, and I can’t wait for him take out his snuff sex fantasies on me again!

Stay deviant.

I Can Be a Gangbang Rape Porn Star without Even Looking for It

gangbang rape pornSometimes I end up a gangbang rape porn star when I’m not even trying. And it happens more than I care to admit. Just something about me, I guess, screams come force fuck me. One of our neighbors experienced a house fire recently. And of course, I saw it happening because I was up late talking dirty. I immediately called 911. And I put on my housecoat to see if I could help.

Luckily a minor fire. They will need a new kitchen and back porch, but most of the house seems OK. And I met some of the firemen putting out the fire. And I recognized one as a friend of my stepson. Not a man I like. His heart seems to pump evil.

The next day, I took the family some food to be neighborly. When I got back home about 30 minutes later, I found six fireman in my living room. They must’ve been watching me. I knew when I recognized that boy, I was in trouble. I’ve been his ass rape porn star before. And I never got anything out of it besides a sore or even prolapsed asshole. This guy just takes what he wants. I don’t even get any cocaine or a little bit of cash out of it. And he brought reinforcements this time.

Sometimes When I Don’t Even Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

Don’t fireman take some oath of honor or something. How could they just show up at my place to force fuck me. What if my husband had been home or my boys. Perhaps they thought of all that before they planned this attack.

That pit in my stomach went off and I tried to run for the back sliding door. They grabbed me by my hair, started ripping my clothes off and they turned violent. They choked and smacked me too. One of them even spit in my face.

The fireman I knew forced my head down on one of his friend’s big black cock. That thing felt like a monster cock, so it gagged me until I puked. The guy whose dick I puked on, didn’t seem too thrilled either so he forced me to lick it up. And it felt like all I could do to not puke again. I just told myself they’re on lunch break and I prayed for a fire that would call them back to duty ending this forced gangbang.

Six Men Meant I Did Not Stand a Chance if I Fought

They took turns using me. Degrading me, smacking me, and of course fucking all my holes as hard as they could. They laughed at me the entire time. Told me I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them. And that was true. Nothing I could do would stop six strong men from exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me.

I know that hour went fast to them, but it seemed like a month of torture to me. When they left, it looked like they doused me in a firehose of cum. What were the odds is what the one fireman I knew kept saying to me. He couldn’t believe that he saw his favorite old whore on a job site. He took it as fate. And he smacked my face, put his hand around my throat and told me I better be more hospitable when he returns tomorrow with some different coworkers. Oh joy. Something to look forward to. That’s sarcasm if you can’t tell. I guess my lesson here is not to be neighborly again.

Snuff Sex: This is The Ultimate Dark Pleasure

Snuff sex is the ultimate dark pleasure. Therefore, I stalk the neon‑lit alleys, hunting cracked‑out whores whose bodies scream disease. And the filthy bums that look for an easy opportunity.
First, I lure them with a promise of cheap thrills and free drugs. Then I drag them into the abandoned warehouse where the walls swallow their cries.
After they stumble inside, I strip them naked and bind them spread-eagled on the cold concrete. While they tremble, I drive my knife deep into their pussy, feeling the hot blood spill as I fuck the wound.
As their screams fade, I carve x’s across her nipples. So, watching crimson run down the bared flesh while I continue to thrust.
Subsequently, I flip her over onto her belly. And on those burning slit nipples in a nice salted floor. Then I ram the blade into the asshole. I choke my victims further with a thick leather belt.
Ultimately, tightening it until their eyes bulge and their faces turn purple.
Finally, I watch their bodies convulse. While there’s cum mixing with blood and piss. It all depends on whether it’s a man or a bitch.
Ultimately, I am an equal-opportunity destroyer. Then I step into the rain, letting the storm wash the filth into the sewers where they belong.
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Torture Sex Victims Sometimes Posses a Lot of Spunk

torture sexI’m certainly no stranger to torture sex. Been on the receiving end of it for decades. Began with my father and his friends. And it continued with various men who either owned me or put me in their movies. At least when folks tortured me for money, I got something out of it. But my dad tortured me for years. However, now I’m in charge.

Although I’m not always in charge, when I am, I enjoy it. I channel my daddy issues, and I put that into my victim or target. As a sexy switch, I often get paid to be the accomplice. Usually, men pay me to bring them something young to fuck and torture. And I bring them the little one of their wet dreams. But sometimes a man pays me because he wants to see me inflicting the pain. And not necessarily on him.

I would not consider Oscar a pain slot. But he is a wealthy man whose money buys him whatever he wants. And that includes live torture phone sex sessions with young girls that look like they could be my sister. I didn’t kidnap this girl. My accomplice did. This time I helped torture a girl. However, this time, a man hired me to torture for information. The young girl is the daughter of my client’s rival. No one ever hired me before for corporate espionage.

Usually, as the Accomplice, I Just Bring You the Talent

I tortured a young teen girl for information on a new project our victim’s father is working on. At first, I didn’t think she knew anything. But now I realize she’s a little pain slut. I could smell her ripe pussy. She liked this. I suspect her daddy does violates her. For a moment, I felt bad for cutting her flesh with sharp blades. Her crimson blood dripped down her body. But I felt less bad when I realized she liked it. So, I dipped a finger into some of the fresh blood and put it to my lips. Her blood tasted sweet. I could see, feel and even smell her arousal.

Suddenly, she sang like a canary and told us about what her dad was working on. I felt like some corporate espionage fixer. But honestly, maybe I don’t have it in me to do the actual torture of a young girl especially when she looks and reminds me of me. He wanted me to kill her after we got the information. However, that was not part of our plan. And I did not include murder in the payment price I quoted him. If he wanted her dead, he would need to get his hands dirty. Or pay me a lot more.

Sometimes, a Victim Impresses Me More than My Client

And he decided he should kill me too. But that did not work well for him. I sort of anticipated it because he struck me as the type of guy who didn’t get this far in life following the rules and adhering to terms and agreements. So, I let our victim go. And I gave her a knife. But she took care of the rest.  

She ran a knife straight into his gut and then moved the knife up slowly. Sick little bitch knew her way around a knife. For a moment I feared she might kill me too. But she pulled out the knife, and his entrails fell on my boots. She looked at me with an icy star and told me to run. Suddenly, I became the prey.

Damn girl. So young and already so lethal. Lethal Lolita. I became envious of her strength. At her age, I acted like a scared little girl looking for comfort from the person who abused me the most. I have daddy issues. But that girl has survival issues. She will survive in life, no matter what gets tossed her way. She will grow up to be an evil phone sex bitch. Maybe I’m the one who could learn from her. Maybe once she calms down and heals from her wounds, I can serve as her accomplice instead of her tormentor.

Violent phone sex choked and left trembling in blood, piss, and cum

Violent phone sex, lviolent phone sexast weekend my boyfriend and I had a craving. We picked up this random bitch stumbling out of a bar, drunk and easy. We offered her a ride, then drove her straight to our soundproof basement. The second the door locked she knew she was fucked. We stripped her naked and tied her spread eagle on the old mattress. He shoved his thick cock straight into her dry pussy while I sat on her face, grinding my wet cunt against her mouth. She was screaming and thrashing, which only made me cum harder. Jake pounded her so hard her cunt started bleeding. I grabbed a knife and carved deep red lines across her tits, watching the blood run down her stomach while he kept destroying her hole. We switched. I strapped on my biggest dildo and rammed it up her ass while he choked her with his belt. Her eyes bulged, veins popping, face turning purple. I fucked her torn asshole raw as she gagged and shit herself from the pain. He jerked off over her bleeding tits, then forced his cock down her throat until she puked. The best part was the end I choked the bitch until her body convulsed like crazy, cunt squeezing his dick. He came so hard he roared. I came watching her eyes roll back and her tongue swell out. We left her body leaking cum, blood, and piss on the floor. Looking for our next toy soon.