Category: Torture sex

Teaching him a lesson.

 

Fantasy phone sex

Fantasy phone sex. I’ve had this desire to get back at my ex. He was always good at fucking the shit out of me with his big cock but he wasn’t faithful. When I saw who he was with I couldn’t take it anymore.

I asked him to come over to pound my snatch, I was horny as hell, I was “craving him”. He loves it when I say this shit to him. Once he showed I took him into my room, got him on his back and tied him to the bed.. He thought I wanted get kinky but I had other plans.

I took down his pants, and grabbed tight on his balls, squeezing on them. “Ouch, stop” he says. I bring out my whip and start smacking, going off on him. His body is red, starting to bleed. I take off all my clothes. Teasing him with my tiny wet moist pussy, I was so turned on torturing him.

I run my fingers down his body and lick the blood off my hands and spread it on my titty’s, slipping it into my cunt as I’m sitting on top of him. 

I slowly sit down on dick, soaking the head of his throbbing cock with my snatch juices while grabbing his neck. He’s helpless. I get up and start whipping him again.

He begs me to stop but I remind him that he’s a cheater. I continue to whip him while grinding on his dick. His blood covering the sheets. As they say, Karma is a bitch. 

Kidnapping Phone Sex Makes My Pussy So Wet

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Kidnapping phone sex just sounds so exciting in the worst kind of way to me. Imagine it: You’re abducting the Homecoming Queen from campus to have your way with her. And your way is wicked, indeed.

That’s how I ended up in this cold, dark basement on my knees, hands bound behind me and tied to the pole at my back. Ropes have tied my titties so tightly that they’re close to exploding. My own panties are duct-taped into my mouth as a gag. But I’m not blindfolded. No, you want me to be able to see exactly what you’re going to do to me.

I watch as you take your belt off. Are you going to whip me with it or strangle me with it? The thought of either one sends a dark thrill through my already dripping-wet pussy. When the belt settles around my neck, fear and arousal wash over me in a wave. So it’s to be strangling, then.

You step back for a moment to admire your handiwork before you start choking me. I’m there on display for you, ready for whatever you want to do to me.

Please, Sir. Do your worst.

Teen rape porn leaves me a raw and bleeding pathetic whore

Teen rape pornI’ve been in tons Teen rape porn but this one might have broke me. I have been whipped, beaten, forced to do all sorts of sick acts. But hanging from a tree for hours and hours, might have completely broke me. I’ve got to face the facts and come to terms with the fact that I am gonna die a snuff whore.

There is no way out for a whore like me. I guess I don’t deserve any peace for the things Master made me do. I mean, I’ve been really enjoying some of the fun tortures he comes up with. But he was so cruel to me this time around. He treated me like I was just meat and now his faithful whore that has been serving him for as long as I have.

I just let all the abuse and suffering wash over me. I can’t sit down at the moment. My ass is so bruised up there is no way to get comfortable. The way he pounded his fist inside me, makes me think that he might have fucked up my insides. I have always been his loyal Torture sex whore and that won’t stop. I just want him to know I will always be useful to him and that he doesn’t need to terminate me like the other meat.

Castration Phone Sex Calls Leave Losers with No Balls

castration phone sexYou might be surprised how many men call me for castration phone sex. But you might be even more surprised at how many men reach out to me on the dark net to get castrated for real. If a man wants to sever his balls from his useless dick, who am I to say no. His body. His choice. And if he wants to pay me to do it, even better.

Some men are self-aware. And then other men seem clueless that no one likes their dick but them. Men like that get a free ball removal. And sometimes, I even chop off the dick too. For tools, predators and annoying pricks, their body is my choice. And I choose cock and ball torture sex.

If you cannot use it properly, you do not deserve it at all. Too many men look at their cock and balls as an entitlement when it is a privilege. And sometimes, a privilege gets revoked. Just like suspending a drunk driver’s license. Not all men deserve their cocks.

I saw this neighborhood dick being cruel to his dog. And one thing I hate is animal cruelty. Pick a fair fight, loser. So, I plotted to steal his dog. I successfully liberated his big beast of a dog. However, he came looking for his dog having a suspicion that I was behind his missing pooch. I hid the dog in my underground bunker so that he would never find him.

Your Cock and Balls are a Privilege That I am Happy to Revoke

But I invited him in to look. However, before he left, I took his balls. Hit him over the head with a frying pan and knocked him out. Smelling salt woke him up. And when he woke up, he realized his pants were off. He quickly realized that I put a castration band around his balls and strapped him to a surgical table. With all my knives laid out in precision, I began the mutilation phone sex torture of his worthless junk.

His dog, sat in the corner watching me carve up the dick of his former owner. I carved his pup’s name on his cock to make him bleed and cry. After about 30 minutes of torturing his dick, his balls blackened form lack of blood flow, and I removed them with ease. Fed them to his dog while he watched in horror. That pup was all the payment I needed. Eventually, I cut that loser’s cock off too. But I left him a tiny nub for pissing. I am not completely heartless. Okay, yes, I am.

Fed the cock to his pup too. I cauterized the wounds and cleaned him up. Sent him home in agony. But I knew he would not call the cops on me or tell a sole. While I was in his home liberating his pup, I found a stack of homemade brat porn. And I took it as insurance. I find it more satisfying to make a loser live with the fact that a woman took his balls and his cock so he will never fuck or even jack off again.

Torture sex gets bloody soaked in blood is delicious

Torture sex Torture sex always on your mind too? You deserve it babe. You deserve to suffer every delicious second and completely submit to me. I take a moment to drink in your trembling form, my gaze lingering on the bulge in your pants. I know what you want, and I am more than happy to oblige.

I reach out and trace a finger down your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my touch. “Tonight, my dear,” I purr, “we are going to indulge in the ultimate taboo. We are going to explore the forbidden world of cannibalism.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but I can see the hunger in them, the desire to be consumed. You know this is the best way to be worth something. To become a meal to a Goddess has always been your dream. And so, I lead you to the table, I lay you down, my eyes roving over your body with a predator’s gaze. You are going to be a yummy treat for Mommy.

I strip off my clothes, revealing my own body in all its glory. I am a goddess, a creature of power and desire, and I am here to take what is mine. I climb onto the table, my legs straddling your chest, my hands gripping your throat. I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear. “Tonight, I will feast on you,” I whisper.

I sink my teeth into your cock flesh, the taste of blood and sweat and fear filling my mouth. It is intoxicating, a rush of power and pleasure that courses through me like a drug. I devour you, my hands and mouth working in tandem to tear you apart. You cry out, your body writhing beneath me, but I do not relent. I am a predator, and you are my prey. Cannibalism phone sex with me, no meat goes to waste!

 

Snuff Sensations: Cora’s Masochistic Paradise

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Hello, perverts! Cora here, the masochist with a death wish, and I’m about to indulge in some extreme pleasure-pain fusion. Buckle up!

I thrive on the numbing sensation of pain that engulfs my body, while you enjoy the sight of me gasping for air, writhing in agony. Call me a freak, but I get off on the idea of snuff sex. The thought of being pushed to the edge, of having my life drained away, sends shivers down my spine. So, if you’re up for it, my masochistic master, inflict pain upon me. Torture me in ways I never thought possible. Give me cuts and bruises, leave me a bloody mess. As I sob and plead, my body convulsing in exquisite agony, you’ll be met with my muffled moans of pure ecstasy. My masochism knows no bounds.

The harder you hurt me, the more I beg for more. It’s a twisted dance, a macabre waltz. And I’m lost in the thrill of it all.

So, bring it on! Give me the pain that heightened pleasure depends on. Cora’s masochistic adventure awaits!

Torture Phone Sex in Exchange for Coke Left Me Gaped and Sore

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls leave me battered and bruised sometimes. I do have a strong pain slut fetish. But the older I get, the less tolerant of pain I get too. So, maybe I am not the same pain whore of my younger days. Guys do not care though. Not when you want to trade for coke. Dealers expect more than just pussy from an old girl. They want to make me hurt. Or they want to watch others hurt me. I know. One day, I will not wake up.

Over the weekend, I needed more coke. I blew through my stash on Friday night alone. Perhaps, I could out snort Tommy Montana, LOL. Marcus, my regular guy only had weed. I took all his coke on Thursday. I went to four more dealers looking for a big bag.

On the 4th one, I got lucky. Well, maybe not so lucky. But I got coke. The dealer had some goons tie me up for torture sex. He humiliated me first, so I thought maybe this would not be too awful. Wrong. He did not want to trade my holes. He wanted to punish and torture them.

My Holes Get Used Every Time if I Want Coke

But he wanted me used and degraded. So, he called in his goons. They tied me up spread eagle. Then they began slapping me. Hard too. Face, tits, ass, pussy…. When they started spitting on me, I knew I picked the wrong dealer. And I pleaded to be let go. I even said I would not need any coke. Just let me go. But their fun had only just begun.

The electric sticks came out next. You know, those shock sticks they use on cattle. But instead of a tap on the ass, I got one shoved up my ass and another one rammed in my cunt. They fucked me with cattle prods. I pissed myself. My entire body shook uncontrollably. When they stopped, they replaced the prods with baseball bats and fists. I never got a cock because they said they did not fuck skanky whores.

My ass looks like an ass rape porn star ass after a big black cock gang bang. Gaped open wide. In fact, it’s still gaped open and sore even two days later. But at least I have coke to get through a couple more days.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Gets Messy

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Home invasion phone sex can be unnerving and exciting . Things in the bedroom looked out of place as I got undressed and looked around. Just as I was going to the closet , I heard a voice tell me to get on the bed and spread my legs. I did what the voice said but then tried to cover myself. He told me to stop with an angry tone but he also had a quiver in his voice. I realized he was jerking off. I was told to spread my ass cheeks and rub my pussy. He said to lie in the same position as I played with my and not to move. I wasn’t even supposed to look back. I did as I was told and kept playing with myself, then I felt the tip of his cock pushing into my ass. He slowly moved it in and out as I masturbated on the bed. I had no Idea who he was or what he looked like. I was just supposed to keep playing with my pussy as he fucked my ass. His cock was swelling the harder he pumped it. He pushed it deep, so it felt like his cock would burst out of my chest cumming everywhere. He pulled out of me and told me to cum, but instead I pissed on the bed. I heard the door close and stayed frozen for a few minutes

Evil Phone Sex is a Torturous Adventure Full of Pleasure

Evil phone sex can be a wonderful way to explore something extreme. My love for extreme snuff is great. In fact I often imagine how it would be to have a legal means of cannibalism. Just like being able to take the worthless drains on society and well… make hamburgers from them.

Now this just triggered a memory from a movie I saw once. This woman would run a B&B of sorts. Rather I think she just rented a room to travelers. Well, often the victims are ones led to her because their rental was already rented.

Anyway so the guy that hooked her up with the unlucky sod was actually the burger shop owner. This woman did the butchering in her own basement. Obviously this turns me on.

Finally I decided to add a large meat grinder and a stainless steel table to my play room. It’s my great pleasure to invite my first victim over for drinks. This is a young black man that has nothing better to do than harass white women and force himself on them.

Ultimately I like to play his game. And let him in my house. But the moment he steps in the threshold I knock him out. Then I drag him down the stairs. Of course carelessly and bonk his head like a plunk plunk plunk down the stairs. But damn! That trail of blood jeeze dude did ya have to bleed so much?

Evil Phone Sex Holds No Boundaries

Finally in my playroom and hooked into a hoist I lift him to the table and start to bleed him. Then as I take a big meat cleaver I chop his limbs off and his head. Then I chop his torso in half. There He is now in portions I can play with.

Would you like to become a flesh gourmet meat finder for me. This one was a little bad on the stomach. I prefer a cleaner and leaner piece. Maybe some young virgins would do us better?

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I Never Sign Up for Torture Sex, But I Always Get It

torture sexI did not sign up for torture sex. But I got it, nonetheless. My husband gave me a grand to fix the car, but instead I bought coke. And not the first time I have misappropriated household funds. But this has not happened in a while. I got better at concealing my blow habit when I could trade my pussy and ass for a bag of coke. But this week, no one would fuck me for blow. My two regular dealers could not be reached, so I went somewhere else. And he gave me a lot of coke.

However, he took all the money, and I could not trade my pussy for car parts. So, I answered an ad for a bondage phone sex whore for a photo shoot. The pay was a grand. Just what I needed. And this photo shoot seemed vanilla. I love vanilla after all the abuse I take on and off the phone. But I should have known it was too good to be true. Nothing vanilla or easy ever happens to me.

Sometimes, The Torture Pain is Just Too Much to Handle

While tied up to a chair, this woman tortured me. A male director, and a female mistress. Women can be the cruelest bitches around. Sometimes, the director joined in inflicting pain, but most of my bodily trauma came from some younger bitch. She poked me with a hot iron fireplace poker. And that was a first. I am going to have a scar that I must explain. Electric shocks all over my body came next. I jolted so much my pissed all over the floor.

It felt like the kind of torture phone sex that could kill a person. Cigarette burns on my nipples came last. Can you imagine smelling your own burning flesh? Finally, it ended. And I did get my money to pay for the car fixtures. But not even a $1,000 in coke would dull my pain.