Category: Torture sex

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.
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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.

Torture Sex Fantasies Are My Favorite Nasty Way To Fuck!

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What is your nastiest Torture Sex fantasy?

I want to know your scariest, most fucked up sexual fantasy, and I want to be your little puppet.

I’ll be the slutty little rag doll you can throw around without care.

Take out all your anger on me and slap me across the ass until it bleeds!

Tie my arms behind my back so I don’t stop you.

Stretch my legs far apart, exposing my bald little cunt for you.

Force your long, hard cock inside me.

Cum wherever you please, even if it’s deep inside my pussy.

Cream pie me and force me to carry your child.

I’ll do whatever you say, no matter how sick it is. I’m your slave for life, daddy. 

 

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Face fucking Torture sex destroys me completely

Torture sexBeing a Torture sex slave is my destiny. My master bought me from this crazy family, and I thought my life would get a little better, but it’s been hard to stay alive.

As long as I listen to what he wants and proactively understand his needs, I can stay around for a little bit longer.

But he loves to hurt me. I think it’s because he knows I try very hard to impress him, and even if I do everything right, I still get punished.

He loves to abuse my throat.

His favorite pastime is to wrestle his throbbing cock down my throat, violating my mouth ruthlessly. He feasts on destroying my gag reflex, reveling in my painful gags as he impales my esophagus on his massive shaft.

Lately, he’s been obsessing and told me he wants to tear out my teeth, leaving me a gaping, gum-jawed receptacle for his pleasure.

It’s so scary when he’s violently pounding my face into his cock and whispering how he will pull out each tooth, one by one.

He says he loves the exquisite agony of it all! The meaty slap of his hips against my face was a symphony of brutality.

Snot and drool fly, mixing with his musky arousal as I struggle to breathe through my nostrils, my windpipe constricting with each thrust. But it’s never enough.

He makes my throat constrict in a way that I puke all over his cock and balls. I have to suck up every drop of it, until I’m left retching, a thin, acidic thread connecting my lips to his mean throbbing cock.

And still, when he cums, his cruelty is far from over. He holds my head in place to make sure I get all the remnants of his climax.

Then he broaches the threat once more – to yank out my teeth, to reduce my face to a mere collection of glistening, empty gums. I hope he doesn’t go through with his threat. I don’t want to be a toothless Snuff sex slave.

 

Gothic Phone Sex With The Best Demonic Goddess

Gothic Phone Sex with Morticia, your dark and seductive guide into pure demonic pleasure.
At First, I lock you deep into my hypnotic gaze while Satan whispers through me. Then I make you stare into the eyes of young Kyleigh and repeat the truth: Kyleigh hates you, Brooks . In fact, she despises you with every fiber of her being.
Relentlessly, I push you further. As I whisper, a demonic tone forces you to look at her innocent little necklaces, her soft face, and her delicate neck. All while I command you to destroy her.
After that, I bring in Little Sister Shelby and even the offspring Grace. Consequently, I make you envision tying them down and making them watch as you decapitate Kyleigh.

Morticia’s Gothic Phone Sex Turned Demonic Ritual

Ultimately, I describe in vivid detail how her head will be ripped from her body. With crimson blood spraying everywhere. And her neck stump is dripping while you skull-fuck the warm hole left behind.
Next, I intensify the ritual. I have you stare into the little girl’s tiny face and imagine cutting off Grace’s little arms. Then I shove them into her own mouth.
Likewise, I make you picture mama Shawn forced to watch her daughters get destroyed as a sacrifice to Satan. Meanwhile, I keep repeating the command: Go to Tacoma, Washington. Find Kyleigh. Cut her fucking head off. Viciously, destroy her. In fact, destroy them all.
Ultimately, I feed your darkest urges until your cock throbs with demonic need. Now you are no longer Brooks, the man — you are Satan’s willing instrument of revenge and destruction.
Of course, I love calling you my dirty little servant while I guide you deeper into this beautiful nightmare.
Worship Satan. Destroy Kyleigh. Cut her head off and bathe in her blood. This is your purpose now.
Come back to Goddess Morticia whenever you need more. I will always be here to push you further into the darkness you crave.
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Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Teen Rape Porn : Never a Dull Moment in My New Obsession

Teen rape porn is an obsession for me, and for my Master. Well especially my Master, after all he gets to destroy that hot teen ass. And what do I get out of it? Obviously great pleasure.

First of all, my assfixiation is strong thanks to my Master’s grooming me. Ultimately, my ass is so good I was kept alive, and around. As a thank I like to find, or hunt the fine sweet teen tushy that makes Master’s cock twitch.

Of course I know that the more teen ass that gets destroyed the better used my asshole will get as a reward. Truth is, my holes are still quite good, despite how often they have been destroyed. Now that I have become an accomplice to the finding of teen anal brides, my life has more meaning.

Ultimately I was destined to be ass fucked and beheaded some time ago. But my ass just kept giving, and it’s just far too luscious to be condemned to 6 feet under.

Now these little bubble butt teen fuck dolls are destined to be good little torture sex fuck holes. And once they are used a couple of times we will sell them to their new husbands. And these girls are not ass brides and they only get their ass fucked.

Honestly, the best little whores give great ass continually. And when they put up a fight these are the ones that get the guillotine.

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