Category: Torture sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Make This Whore Wet

rape phone sex fantasiesMy cunt gets wet at all the rape phone sex fantasies that run through my head. Most are a brutal contilplation of the dark and evil fantasies that stay running on repeat.

There is something about being a charming little slut by day but an evil and conniving adultress by night.  The other night for instance, I spotted a married man at the bar.  I talked it up with his wife and himself. I bought his wife a drink. Which if you know me, that was basically me ensuring she was out of commission.  I put my secret knock out formula in her drink and in no time she was falling over slurring her words.  It was like perfection.

Her man needed help getting her back to their room, which was connected to the bar. Things going to plan. We got up to the room and he offered me a drink.  When his head was turned I put another secret ingredient in his drink. He started acting as I expected and I told him we should fuck his girl. He was all about it.  I got her naked and decided to tie her to the bed. He didn’t question why I had rope in my bags.

We tied her to the bed and started taking my big black dildos and slamming them into her unconscious cunt.  As she streteched out I decided we should each fist her in a double penetrating way.  We both struggled so we poured oil in her cunt and anus.  Suddenly our fists slipped into her fuck holes.  I felt like I was pulling out her insides. I was so satisfying.

As the guy started getting woozy, I tied him to her. I ripped his clothes off and started carving in his stomach. “I love whores”. and in hers “clean the pussy off his cock”.  I left them positioned with a dildo in her ass duct taped to stick and I pissed in his mouth with a dildo duct taped in his ass as well. It was thrilling knowing they’d both wake up having no idea what the fuck happened.  I raped the fuck out of them in my fantasy dreams.  What a fun time!

I Help Men Make Their Teen Rape Porn Fantasies a Reality

teen rape pornI love helping men make their teen rape porn fantasies come true. Honestly, it gives me great pleasure to help a man fuck a young girl in the ass for the first time or even in her pussy. Most men when I bring them something young to play with, want to fuck both holes. Can’t say that I blame them.

Larry and I go back decades. When I first met him, I turned 18 two days prior. And he wanted to make me a star. At the time I felt desperate for money and didn’t really understand what he meant by star. Star of what I should’ve asked. He put me into all sorts of hardcore anal porn videos. Underground stuff mostly on the dark net. He did make me a star. An ass rape porn star.

Although Larry made hardcore videos they seem sort of PG-13 compared to the stuff that’s out there now. He wasn’t into having me beaten or anything extreme like that. My daddy popped my ass cherry about 10 years earlier, so it never seemed that hardcore to me.

Perhaps my father and his drunk poker buddies desensitized me at a young age for brutality. That might be the reason why I don’t mind helping men like Larry find a younger model. The world seems full of teen runaways desperate for money just like me once upon a time.

My Eye for Talent and My Snuff Experience Make

Larry helped me make some decent money so I could stop living on the streets. Perhaps I could hook up another girl the same way. Honestly though I will admit that this new crop of teenagers and barely legal girls seem like a completely different breed. They seem more self-entitled. I mean they come to snuff auditions with a laundry list of things they won’t do. Do you want the money, or do you want to be a pain in the ass that nobody will work with?

I found Larry a barely legal teen girl for his anal torture sex movie. She looked like a mini me. Blonde buxom and desperate for cash. I found her in the warehouse district which is not safe for a girl like her. Larry loved her. And I prepared her. I explained exactly what to expect from Larry. And she agreed.

Sometimes, I Like to Help Young Runaways Find Work

Desperate girls should be willing to do anything a director or photographer wants if they want to be paid the big bucks. When I made snuff, I earned hundreds of dollars. But the girls now can earn thousands of dollars.

My street walker seemed perfect for the gig. Larry loved her. And she loved Larry’s money. He pays well, but he does brutalize an ass. I made out with her and let her eat my pussy to distract her from some of the pain. Plus, I knew Larry would pop off faster watching this teen girl eat my pussy. He filled her ass with cum. But he prolapsed it too. My tongue soothed it and eventually, I could push it back inside for her.

But her ass took a beating. However, he did pay her a couple thousand dollars for 2 hours with her ass. He gave me $1000 as a finder’s fee. I ended up giving her half of my finder’s fee. This way she can stay somewhere nicer than on the streets for a couple months. I survived living in hostels, fleabag motels, and sometimes shelters. No one helped me. But I want to help this new crop of desperate teen runaways.

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum!

Violent Phone Sex

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum.

I am a tough bitch who can take the pain you want to give me.

I want you to pound this pussy so hard I scream out in pain.

Hold me down and force me to take your big, girthy cock raw; don’t even lube it up.

I want it to hurt! Tie ropes around my tits until they are swollen and red.

Twist my nipples until I’m squirming in agony.

Then face fuck me to get me to shut up.

No one can hear me scream if there’s a big cock in my mouth, cutting off my airflow.

Then flip me around with my ass high in the air and arms shackled around my back.

Spread my ass cheeks wide open and fuck my tight little booty hole.

Ripping me from the inside, until blood is on your cock.

Use my blood as lube and fuck me even harder.

Don’t stop until your cum is mixing with my tears.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex Fantasies From My Sadistic Phone Sex Archives

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I’m strapped to the cold steel table, my legs spread wide and locked into shackles that bite into my ankles. He stands over me, his eyes cold and hungry, looking at my trembling pussy like it’s just a piece of meat he’s about to carve. “Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he sneers, slapping my cheek so hard my head snaps to the side. “Begging for it before I even touch you.”

 

I moan, my hips arching instinctively. I want the pain. I crave the way he breaks me. He doesn’t waste time; he grabs a heavy leather belt and whips it across my thighs. Crack. The sting is electric, leaving a bright red welt across my pale skin. I scream, but it’s a sound of pure ecstasy.

 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, shoving two fingers brutally deep into my soaking wet cunt. He doesn’t lubricate; he just forces them in, stretching me wide. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pumps his fingers violently, mimicking the fuck I’m desperate for. He reaches for a pair of pliers on the tray, glancing at my nipples. “Let’s see how much of a good little bitch you are when I start pulling.” He clamps down on my left nipple and twists, pulling the flesh away from my chest. I wail, my body convulsing, my pussy leaking juices all over the steel as the agony blends perfectly with the arousal

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair’s Ass Takes a Beating But Keeps on Ticking

ass rape pornThis ass rape porn star it experienced a busy night. Of course I needed coke. My sons decided to throw a party and invite eight friends over. So, I needed to score enough coke to keep up with 10 boys. My sons love watching me with their friends. They claim that I am the reason they’re popular at school. Every teenage boy wants to hang out at their house.

I love that I can help my boys like that. But I needed some coke and I needed it immediately. When I need a quick fix like that, I end up doing desperate, stupid things. Like calling up this one director who loves to sodomize me in creative ways. And last night did not seem any different. Honestly, he scares me. I don’t fear that he will kill me. That’s not the problem. However, his creativity makes his anal porn seem like nothing but anal torture sex.

We started off with a baseball bat in my ass. Not the handle part first. He went in with the thick top of the bat first. He managed to get almost all of it inside of me too. My asshole swallowed a baseball bat. He turned that baseball bat into a butt plug. And I could feel it stretching my colon from the inside. No doubt it did some damage to my intestines. I might not shit right ever yet.

My Asshole Takes a Beating Just So I Can Score Coke

I feared what would come next. But luckily the baseball bat was the biggest thing he fucked me with. He wanted to stretch and gape my ass so he could get other things in there like his forearm and a wine bottle. At one point he even gave my ass a beer douche. He shook up a bottle of Miller light, pulled off the cap and shoved it in my ass. I could feel the fizzing cleaning out my ass and my lower intestines. He joked that my beer douche turned bloody because he shredded my ass. Luckily this guy lets me get high before he experiments on my asshole.

I endured a couple hours of pain just to score enough coke to keep up with 10 teenage boys. But they would need to fuck my pussy because after that session, my asshole looked bigger than the Grand Canyon. And that would mean my pussy would feel way tighter than my asshole. Honestly, I didn’t care what hole they fucked. I wouldn’t feel anything on the coke I earned the hard way.

Necrophilia phone sex takes you to the darkest depths

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex satisfies the monster inside. I have this hunger to defile and indulge in sweet death. But I like to get real fucking nasty with it. My foreplay is to get your cock nice and hard and drive it up her sweet cunt.

Don’t you want to lose control and enjoy yourself in the most vile of ways?

I will guide your hard cock into her, and you will blast off inside her cunt. Please slam her till she is gone forever. Seriously, Fuck her into a corpse for me, and then you can enjoy stroking your cock to me fucking her dead pussy.

The first time I ever fucked a corpse, I wasn’t looking for it. It was an accident. My boyfriend brought home his bitch he wanted to fuck, and for some reason, she pissed me off. I sat on her face till she stopped breathing, and when I realized I made a cold, dead Snuff sex slave, I came harder than ever before.

Torture Phone Sex Whore For Hire

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is going to be my next tattoo I gather.  Only I plan on coding it out in fingerprints of the most recent victims.  Their hand and fingerprints will be coded for letters. How would I do this you may ask? Well let me get my dildo up my cunt while I tell you about one of my first clients that paid me to fuck and toruture.

I thought we were just going to be fucking me up as I love to do some meth and get tortured and raped.  However, this old perv that paid for this very thing thought I liked it too much so he proposed a new idea that would pay me more.  He starts telling me how he wants me to help him take out his family one by one.  Separately in very strange ways.  In order to know they are gone, I have to get their cum in me and for the females, I need to cut off their fingers and toes.

To be fair I think he only asked for one finger but his cock was in me and I started cumming when he basically gave me permission, Mr. Patriarch of this huge family wants me to take them out and torture them in the process. That’s all I heard.

So the first bitch was his young granddaughter. I met her at her apartment with her boyfriend there. I went in as they were fucking and vunerable. That turned out to be perfect. I I stabbed her boytoy in the back as he pounded her doggystyle. Never knew what hit him.  Without a second thought I grabbed my fist as his cock slid out and he slumped to the ground and I shoved my fist up that young whores cunt.

She let out a wail. First still in her I took her leggings and choked her to death. Then put the knife in her boyfriends hands.  Would’ve been perfect coverup except I couldn’t help myself and cut off all their toes and fingers putting them in jars to bring home to big daddy.  He said I was crazy and to toss them. They are still in my pantry cabinet along with the new additions! You never know when finger prints may come in handy!

Snuff Sex is Underrated Fun for Women Like Me

snuff sexI think a lot of things are overrated but not snuff sex. In fact, I think that might be underrated. Nothing I enjoy more than fucking a deserving accomplice or victim. Or even fucking my victim right before I kill him. Some people call me a black widow. But that’s not the appropriate word. I don’t poison men or otherwise kill them for financial gain. I kill them because they deserve to die. Perhaps praying mantis makes more sense. Apparently, the female praying mantis bites the head off her lover during postcoital Bliss.

Now I don’t fuck victims often. If I find you completely annoying or a predator of goth girls, I just cock tease you to get you to my place. I don’t fuck you. Occasionally, though a woman hires me to kill some man who did her wrong. I take the job and I take the money. And I judge for myself if the person truly deserves to die.

This lady reached out to me on the darknet because she needed an accomplice phone sex partner. More like she needed a hired assassin. Ex-husband bleeding her dry. Blackmailing her for something that happened as a teen girl. She’s a high-powered criminal defense lawyer. And she fell in love with a con man. I did my research. Traced his IP address and all sorts of other things and found a long list of women scorned. He’s like that Tinder swindler.

Even a Sadistic Bitch Has Sexual Needs Too

He deserved to die. But what a fucking waste of a cock. And if you know me, you know, I don’t say that lightly. Sex does not drive me as much as vengeance and justice and pure rage does. So normally I don’t think about fucking a victim. I don’t need sex as often as the average person because snuff is my sex. Torture and murder arouse me. The dark things in this world that I enjoy satisfies me in ways sex cannot.

I broke into his place while my client fucked a coworker for an alibi. We only communicated once on the dark web. But after that, all communication went through burner cells or in person. Nothing to link her to me. I killed him. But I needed to stage it as a home invasion gone wrong to throw suspicion off this as a crime of passion. I’ve studied criminology and I understand crime scenes. Perhaps you could say I clean them up for a living because I never leave any trace of me.

But after I stabbed him, his cock sprung to life. Totally erect as he took his last breath. Looked to be the size of my forearm. So, I hopped on and took a ride. Used him like a suction cup dildo. The sounds of him asphyxiating on his own blood made my Goth cunt wet. Technically he died before I finished. But that cock stayed hard. Rigamortus maybe. Doubtful though since that usually occurs about an hour after death.

Sometimes a Dead Dick is a Terrible Thing to Waste

But I fucked up. Left my DNA on his dead dick. So, I needed to cut his cock and his balls off so I could clean my crime scene. And doing that would make it look like a personal kill. But his man scammed women for decades. So, I knew there would be ample suspects in his brutal death. Because of my mistake, I ended up giving this guy castration phone sex postmortem. And the CSI team would know that because of the lack of blood splatter.

Was not the murder I intended, but at the end of the day this sadistic Goth chick still has need. Just because I don’t do relationships doesn’t mean I don’t fuck. I gave half the money back to my client and explained what happened. Then I kind of spun it and left a few details out.

But I showed her my findings about all the women he swindled out of big bucks bankrupting several of them. Although I do not want an innocent woman behind bars, I know no evidence will ever leak them to this crime scene. I felt confident that although there might be a lot of suspects, the investigators wouldn’t be able to pin this murder on one of the many disgruntled women who would want this fucker dead.

I went home and fed his dick to my Rottweiler. She devoured it like one of those big turkey legs. Whatever it takes to dispose of the evidence. Even when I steer off path, no crime has yet to be linked to me for a reason. Because I’m good at what I do.

Gangbang Rape Porn Star and Snuff Sex Toy are All I Am Now

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He dragged me into a room filled with five men. They looked at me with pure disgust and hunger. He shoved me onto the table, my legs forced wide. “She’s a broken bitch,” he told them. “Do whatever you want.”

 

The first man didn’t wait. He spat in my face and shoved his cock down my throat, choking me until I gagged. While I was suffocating, another man entered me from behind, his cock ripping into my dry pussy. A third man knelt in front, licking my clit with a rough tongue while calling me a “filthy slut.”

 

They took turns, a revolving door of hard cocks. I was a communal toilet. One man gripped my throat, cutting off my air while he hammered into my ass, his cock stretching me wide. They swapped holes constantly—cock in my mouth, cock in my pussy, cock in my ass—all at once. They cursed me, calling me a waste of skin, laughing as they covered my face, breasts, and stomach in thick, white ropes of cum. I was nothing but a heap of flesh, drenched in their seed.