Category: Torture sex

Bloody Phone Sex Battles for Survival Make Good Entertainment

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex and Killtober go together. I’ve always enjoyed a blood bath. When I kill, I rarely do it neatly. Which is why I feed my victims to the bears and coyotes after I finish with them. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime. My grandpa told me that. He said I should never bury a body because eventually that body will make an appearance, and my DNA would be somewhere on the body. Wise words from a wise killer. Even though I know I am not in the system, I never take unnecessary risks.

Last night, my victims helped kill each other. I drugged and kidnapped two blonde schoolgirls. Total twats. The kind of chicks that milk men of their money and never put out. These two girls looked like stereotypical mean girls. Although, I could have just sold them into slavery for a pretty penny, I felt like some torture sex.

They both woke up tied to sawhorses in my dungeon room. I wanted to pit them against each other. Play psychological games with them. So, I gave each girl a knife and told them the last one standing gets to live. They looked at each other like they could not do it. But I knew one of those sluts would make a move first and I could watch a bloody royale between teen twats.

It Excites Me to Watch What Folks Will Do to Each Other to Survive

And sure enough one made the first move. I relished the blood bath. They stabbed each other hesitantly at first with guilt in their eyes. But that fight for survival became stronger with each jab of the knife into the other’s flesh. They could have attempted to gang up on me with the knives they had. But they did not go that route. Not that it would have worked because I was prepared just in case. Instead, they stabbed each other’s tits and stomach. Sliced their arms and faces.

But in the end, they just stabbed each other in the gut so many times that their insides began to spill out all over my floor. Neither girl would leave my dungeon. Even if one girl won the battle, I did not plan to let either of them go. I just enjoy watching dumb cunts betray each other for survival.

Everyone has a killer phone sex side. It just takes the right situation to kick in. And when it does, I like to sit back and enjoy the blood bath.

Suffocation Phone Sex Games Arouse Us All

suffocation phone sexSometimes, I love to engage in some suffocation phone sex. But I do not want you to suffocate me. I want to suffocate you with some face sitting. Over the weekend, I hooked up with a guy I met on Fet Life. He had a death wish. Well, he did not want to die, but he wanted to come close. Breath play arouses a lot of folks. And nothing wrong with that.

I enjoy erotic asphyxiation too. As a switch, I have been on both sides of breath play. But Saturday night, I had a face sitting victim. He begged me to smother him with my tits, ass and pussy. I know CPR if something goes awry. And it is a dangerous game. The first time, I took a pair of pantyhose, tied it around Peter’s neck and shoved my boobs in his face restricting his ability to breathe out his nose.

I did not want snuff sex. He did not either. However, he did want to get dangerously close to dying. And he did. Not once, but three times. When he passed out from the combination of my pantyhose and big boobs, I revived him with a smack on the face. But subsequent times became more challenging.

Breath Play Games Let Us Come Extremely Close to Dying

The second time he passed out, I laid my pussy on his face, while my body laid on the floor above his head. Then I squeezed my thighs together and smothered him until he passed out. I could feel him struggling for air, but I maintained my grip on his head. My pussy almost came spontaneously feeling him thrash about underneath me. That time, I did have to breathe into his mouth and use smelling salt to bring him back.

And I thought that might be the last time for the night. However, he wanted my ass to smother him too. So, I sat reserve cowgirl on his face with my knees on the floor on both sides of his head. Slowly, I squeezed with my strong thighs until his body went limp. This felt like some Flatliners kind of shit. My ass suffocated him so well he needed full CPR to bring him back. Peter did indeed have a death wish. But, if a man has a killer phone sex fantasy, why should I deny him?

Kidnapping Phone Sex Mutilation of My Cunt and Tits

Grabbed off the street and tossed into a van, was the opening scene of Kidnapping Phone Sex. Things escalated quickly once I was in the van. A black hood tossed over my head and my wrists and ankles were bound.

A Kidnapping phone sex adventure

The guys pulled the hood off of my head and spit in my face. Your a filthy fucking whore and your whore body is about to see it’s end. The only thing worth fucking is that asshole.

They then took a hunting knife out and started cutting off my stripper dress and panties. Once they had my flesh bare they groped at and squeezed my like they were inspecting a side of beef.

Then a sudden burst of pain came when I was clogged over the head. Practically cracking my skull. Falling to the floor of the van I fell unconscious.

But that didn’t last long, a sudden intense pain hit me when that big knife sliced off my clit. I had been drugged with something that paralyzed me and I could not scream. Blood was spraying up everywhere as my cunt was being mutilated.

This is Mutilation Phone Sex

Then with very little hesitation, as if they methodically planned this they sliced off my nipples. More pain than ever but I was kept awake and forced to look. Blood was again spurting everywhere.

Finally I was told that my whoring days are over but I needed one last ass fucking before they slit my throat. And that my ass was the only fuckable thing on my whored out fake fuck doll body. These guys became five and they all had their way with my ass.

A Snuff Phone Sex Ending

Once the last guy finished that big butcher knife was slid across the front of my throat. And just like that the lights went out and my end was met.

Kidnapping Phone Sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy… Not

kidnapping phone sex

I just moved to this apartment. They don’t know my nasty desires of being fucked, taken and made to do whatever he wants. Here, their souls are fresh. My pussy twitches thinking about my hunger being fed. Feeling confident I would have plenty of victims I can have spank my juicy ass, quickly turned into my kidnapping phone sex fantasy turned real. Walking to school a car followed me. This happens all the time. I wear my skirts short, and no panties and my nipples are always hard and wanting. A man jumps out the car and slap me, knocks me out and pulling me in. when I woke, I was in this house with another girl. A man comes in the room and walks over to me. You’re awake? Good you’ve been sold. I must get you ready for your new Master. Without warning he slaps me and rips my clothes off leaving me standing there naked. He grabs me up spanking my ass the whole time then tie my hands up, leaving me standing in from of him with my hands bound over my head. I love nigger whores they don’t bruise easy and they’re so juicy. Stick your tongue out. I didn’t move fast enough, and he spanked me ass again. Look at it. See, juicy. Now I said, stick your tongue out now you black slut. I stick my wet long tongue out. He takes my tongue into his mouth sucking it like it was my clit. My pussy started dripping. Reaching down feeling my pussy he smiles. See, juicy every time. He goes behind me and spanks me this time really hard. “Its going to be fun breaking you in. Fuck I may keep you for myself. Do you know why you’re here? Why this is all happening to you? No, I don’t, I say. You’re here because Master wants you. He wants a nigger to control, fuck and kill. You will be his 13th and final nigger slut whore. He’s fucked and killed; you know how many? 12 I say, 12 before me. Oh, you’re a sexy and smart nigger. Good he likes that for some reason. He releases my arms. Get over here and make my cock hard. I must send you dripping and open. Master doesn’t like no virgins. He wants a nigger ass slutty cunt like you. Get here now. I walk over and get on my knees. I take his hard throbbing cock in my mouth and suck him in deep. Taking my nails and digging them into his back, bringing him closer to me. Fuck I’m about to cum. I know you are; I suck the best cock. Bringing him even closer with my nail he starts to bleed all over me. Fuck you going to make me cum you black cunt. I’m going to do more then that. I take his long fat cock deeper down my long tight throat. Oh, my imma cumming. As he sprays all his cum down my supernatural throat. Grabbing my throat tight, he exploded. Fuck are you real? Laying there he doesn’t move. I’m not sure if he’s dead or alive, but I don’t wait to find out. I ran to the door to leave, but there he is standing there and he’s not happy.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.

Accomplice Phone Sex Babe Finds Cathartic Release in Ball Busting

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex has not always been my forte. Once upon a time, I starred in snuff films and had an owner. A few owners. But if the seedy world of snuff and extreme BDSM taught me anything it was how to survive. Survived my father’s abuse. Survived one abusive man after another. I survived underground snuff flicks. And I survived my last master, who killed all his former slaves. You learn to be scrappy in this seedy world.

And now, I serve as an accomplice for perverted men like you. However, sometimes, I get to give back some of the torture and pain men inflicted on me. Perhaps not to the man who deserve it, but to some loser. When I met Edward, I thought it was a chance meeting. But he planned it. Saw me weeks ago at this local coffee house I walk to every morning, and he recognized me from my snuff porn days. A fanboy of sorts.

When he asked me out, I did not yet realize he was a fanboy. At dinner he told me. And he told me he long fantasized about cock and ball torture from a blonde goddess. At first, I felt disappointed. Handsome man. Appeared educated and sophisticated too. Great job. Awesome car. Potential boyfriend material. However, he seemed only interested in what I could do to his cock. Not for his cock. To his cock.

It Feels Great to Take My Anger Out on Some Man’s Cock and Balls

When he told me he would pay anything if I would trample and mutilate his cock, he piqued my curiosity. How could I say no. I tossed out a number, thinking we would negotiate down. But he said no problem. No haggling occurred. Hey, if a man wants to pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I take the money and destroy that dick. I find it cathartic release for all the shit men put me through in my life.

We stopped at my place so I could grab my sounding device, spiked heels and castration band. My guess, Edward woke up the next day with major regret. Not only did I chemically castrate him, but I also mutilated his manhood. Destroyed it. Left him in a pool of tears and blood with a dick that looked like raw hamburger. Maybe not the date I had hoped for, but I sure did turn lemons into lemonade.

Rena Gets Wet and Nasty With Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sexFantasy Phone Sex plays through my head every day making my cunt wet. As I lay in bed, my mind wanders to the darker side of desire. The thought of being taken by a dominant man, completely under his control, fills me with both fear and arousal. In this fantasy, he’s not just any man – he’s someone who will take my life as well as claim my body. His touch is electric; every caress sends shivers down my spine while also making me tremble with anticipation for what comes next.

He begins by binding me tightly, ensuring that there’s no escape from his grasp or the fate that awaits me. He gags me so I can only whimper and moan softly as he explores every inch of my flesh with his rough hands and eager lips. He takes pleasure in teasing each sensitive spot until they are on edge before moving onto another area to torment further still. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally positions himself between my legs and thrusts inside without warning or mercy – filling me up completely despite how small I am compared to him.

The pain mixes with the pleasure creating an intense cocktail of sensations coursing through every fiber of being; it’s almost too much but somehow just right at the same time because this isn’t about love or affection – it’s about power play and ultimate submission on both our parts . With each forceful stroke deeper into my core ,I feel myself growing wetter around him signaling how much I crave more even though deep down knowing this could very well be our last dance together .

As we reach climax together (or perhaps multiple times ), he whispers dark promises into my ear about what comes next – ending me forever in a way that only he can do. His words send shivers down my spine but also ignite a fire within me; I want him to claim every part of me before taking away my life force completely.

Afterward, he ties off both ends of a silk scarf around my neck and begins to pull it tightly shutting off air supply slowly suffocating me while maintaining eye contact until the very end when our gazes finally break as unconsciousness takes over . The feeling of being both violated and desired intensifies as death approaches – almost like an orgasm without release except this time there won’t be any coming back from it . Just before losing consciousness ,I feel his hot seed filling up inside again signaling one last act of dominance even in death .

In this twisted erotic snuff fantasy ,the line between pleasure and pain blurs making for an experience unlike any other ; leaving behind only memories etched deep within our souls forever.

Sex with dead bodies is what gets sadistic pcocks off

My uncle loves having Sex with dead bodies. He would torture little bodies until they went limp. As his accomplice I was forced to help him tie their little bodies, after we undressed them. “Rip her panties off” my uncle says sternly. If I don’t do what my uncle wants, I get punished. That’s why I rather him take his anger and torture needs on someone else. After she was naked, he tied her up and laid her on her belly. “Spread her legs” he said as he pulled his big cock out.

Then he stuffed her panties in her mouth, before ramming his cock deep in her little slut ass. Her eyes got big as you ripped her little butthole open. She tried to scream, but it didn’t matter. Her panties muffled any sound. Crying and scream only makes my uncles pcock harder. Which only will make him fuck rougher. As he pounds her ass, her little body shakes all over. She looks like a fake fuck doll that has been used part expiration. Her little body can’t fight back, even if she wanted to. The smell of blood is in the air. My uncle just moans and gucks harder.

Sex with dead bodies

He raps his hands around her neck and squeezes down hard. It is like the less she can breathe the tighter her asshole gets around my uncle’s big fat cock. “Fuck this bitch is really gripping my cock” my uncle grunts as he continues to squeeze her neck. Her little eyes are popping out of her face, and she is all red. I can tell it won’t be much longer before she goes limp. All the Torture sex to her little asshole and strangulation she was taking was too much. My uncle balls tighten up as her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. She was snuffed, her body was fully limp.

“That’s it milk me little fuck puppet,” you moan as you start to fill her little ass with all your thick cum. But my uncle wasn’t done his cock stayed hard. Especially since she was limo like a noddle. I watched as he rammed his bloody dirt cock into her cunt. There was no sound that came out of her. Her blank eyes just looked up to the ski as my uncle started pumping her cunt. “She is still warm and wet” my unc moaned as he pounded her young bald cunty. “Fuck she is going to get every drop” he moans as he sprays a load in her cunt too. My uncle fucked her little body until she started to stink and that is when we had to figure out what to do with her snuffed body.

Snuff Movies Made During Killtober are The Best

I make more snuff movies in October than any other month in a year. Killtober, I call it. Part of my 31 days of horror. But I enjoy making snuff flicks. It preserves my work and keeps every kill fresh in my mind. Some of my films I make for clients who hire me on the dark net. And others I make for my own private collection.

snuff moviesAlthough, I know folks consider it risky filming a crime, I am a smart sadistic bitch. I never film with my cell phone or anything that gets uploaded to the cloud or anywhere. Because I am smart and seasoned in the art of murder, I only use home video cameras. The old kind from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Back before the Cloud or the Internet.

Killtober is My Favorite Time of the Year

The cops or the feds never need to see the snuff porn if the filmmaker uses their head. And I always am cautious. I have close to 500 snuff flicks in my private collection. And I will have 500 more before I die. The one I made over the weekend might be one of my favorites. I killed two birds with one stone. Okay, two people with one knife. My beef was with the man. And I did not know his ex-wife came over earlier that night.

This guy cut me off on the road, then rolled down the window and cussed me out. His fault not my fault. And because I watched him do the same thing to a few more drivers, I decided he needed to die for the safety of all drivers. Easy to get an address with a license plate number. Once, I had that, I broke into his house with the intent of castrating him then killing him. I enjoy cock and ball torture sex. But it just serves as foreplay to me.

I Love Killing Two Fucktards for the Price of One

As I had him tied up naked on his bed, a crazed woman came in with a knife. Sort of like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. Not sure if she wanted to kill me or him. But when he saw her, the look on his face told me he did not know who the target was either. So, as she lunged at me, I turned around swiftly and sliced her open. Her entrails fell out as she landed on top of my intended victim. I leaped out of the way quickly as I saw her falling on the bed.

She bled out on top of my victim. His muffled cries told me she might be smothering him to death. And I got this all on camera too. Her guts spilling out and everything. But to make sure my intended victim died, I got a broom handle and carved it with my knife to create a spear. Then I stabbed them both. Drove that handmade spear through both bodies. And through the mattress too. Under the bed was a sea of guts and blood. The scene I created felt like something out of an 80s horror movie. And that seemed very fitting for Killtober. I love it when I get to kill two fucktards at once.

Roleplaying to the Extreme: A Gore-Fest

Roleplay phone sex

You fucking pervert! I’ve got a treat for you—something special. I’m your worst nightmare, and the roleplay’s on me!

You’re tied up nice and tight, wriggling like a little bitch. But hey, that’s the fun part!

I’m in charge, and your wife’s here too. Yeah, she’s seen your miserable ways and wants you gone.

I’ve got you helpless, bound and gagged. Your desperate pleas fall on deaf ears. Suffer, you cuck!

Electrodes on your nipples, balls, and cock—a nasty surprise! Your body jerks with each jolt, providing entertainment for me and your lovely wife.

I slide a devilish toy into your ass, making you squeal. Your cock’s rock hard—what a joke!

Your wife rubs her wet cunt in your face. You’re helpless, a pathetic spectator. The gag prevents any taste of her sweetness.

I torture your dick, stroking and sounding. You scream, but no one’s coming to save you. I stroke faster, laugh louder.

Your wife cums hard, and your cock explodes in pain. You’re a mess, but the fun’s not over.

I suffocate you with my tits, feeling your life leave your body. The roleplay’s done, you’re history!

Another successful mission—you’re everybody’s joke!