Category: Torture sex

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I want the pain I crave it so much. Ever since my ex-boyfriend got me into snuff movies that is all I can think about is being used. When he beat me to a bloody pulp he had the nerve to pimp me out that night. Semen was dripping all over and so was my blood. It got him so horny to see me in such distress. My nose is permanently crooked from that night. Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of all the stuff I endured. Any other normal person would feel rage and need therapy. Well, I probably do need the therapy but rage doesn’t even cross my mind. All I want is to get pounded and used up. 

Bondage Phone Sex Can Get Kinky and Painful with Me

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get kinky with me. I am a submissive milf and a druggy whore. When I saw what this dude was paying for a few hours of bondage, I jumped at the chance to be his model. I know better. It is not that I do not think about the possible consequences. It is that my need for coke supersedes all reason. I called the number in the ad, and I was on a set an hour later. I have done a lot of bondage porn in my life. I figured I’d be tied up uncomfortably for a few hours, but I would have money for coke. I am a taboo phone sex whore. Bondage is not even close to the worst thing I have done for coke. I showed up at the warehouse and heard screams. That should have been my red flag, but I assumed someone was making a snuff movie. Turned out this was some Hostel fucking shit. Have you ever seen that film? Folks with money pay to explore their perversions on folks without money. For the right price, you can buy whatever you want, even another human being. I was ushered into a room where I waited what seemed like an eternity for some masked man to enter. Now, I was saying, “Oh, shit.” This man did not pay for bondage. He paid for snuff and torture. I was just the product that was bought and sold. I was tied to a spreader bar with a ball gag in my mouth while some psychopath in a mask practiced his torture sex techniques on me. He pulled my finger and toe nails off with pliers. He fucked my pee hole. He shoved a baseball bat up my ass. He burned my flesh with a cigarette. He put bleach in my asshole. The money was not worth the pain. It never is yet I keep doing stupid shit to get high. When will I ever learn?

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Bloody phone sex

 

Maybe I’m odd but Blood phone sex queen needs to feel skin torn and cunts busted. Some people like a gentle touch but it’s simply not enough for my filthy Bondage seeking body. Romance is garbage. I need rough tough fucking, choking until you see me piss myself and convulse on your throbbing cock. Remind me, my life isn’t worth the effort your putting forth to take it but the only way I know I’m worth shit is on your cock. My life is only worth living to entertain you and tell me just what a pathetic cum whore I am. Spit on my face and piss in my mouth. Tell me how my life being drained thrills your cock and leaks precum from your nuts. 

Torture Sex & Snuff Porn With My Crazy Ex!

Evil Phone SexMy sadistic fuck ex-boyfriend showed me how good torture sex can be when he made my kidnapping phone sex fantasy a reality! My ex-bf was almost as crazy as I am, we would have bloody phone sex all the time because he was addicted to snuff porn just like me. He was always trying to make me love him in ways I couldn’t understand, I told him my heart only beats for one dark spirit, that of my dark savior, Satan. Either way my ex tried to impress me with all kinds of things. He even kidnapped a girl from the mall and brought her over to my place all tied up and scared, I thought it would be fun to play with her but sex with dead bodies was my ex’s obsession.

I did enjoy her screams of absolute terror as we showed her the nastiest teen rape porn we could find. Her cunt was wet when I started undressing her, I knew the little slut would be good for a fun ass rape porn reenactment! My ex strangled her on his cock as I fucked her with my strap-on knife dildo- the one that pierces through flesh like a warm knife through butter. She begged and begged but it was just too much fun making our murder phone sex fantasies real. I didn’t stop once she quit breathing, my ex kept fucking her until he covered her cute little dead face in cum!

Teen rape porn is my goto when a loser doesn’t get me off!

Teen rape porn “I am going to burn your p cock and piss in your mouth you worthless bitch..” These were the last words he heard before I slit his throat! I wasn’t against what he had done to her.. But being mid orgasm and yet to squirt, the excitement from busting his balls was going to finish me off. I was sucking the juices of her tight cunnie off his p cock when he shot his load down my throat..

Everyone knows you don’t cum first, I do! I could feel his hot steamy load filling the back of my mouth.. Triggered, I bit down on his cock as it was going limp from his release.. “You stupid bitch!” I screamed.. His scream was much louder than mine though, my pussy pulsed as I heard him yelp in agony! I thought the Torture sex he had with her as I rubbed my cunt was going to be enough for a sick bitch like me.. The thing was, he was far too sensual for my liking!

I wanted her to bleed and he was passionately fucking her.. Nothing about molestation is sensational you fucking turd.. I refrained from being a psychopath and figured okay I will just suck her sweet juices off his dick but that only led to his death!

Taboo phone sex

She was right there bound and watched every bit of me slaughtering her dad; right before I popped her eyes out of her sockets and shoved them up her stretched out asshole.. Don’t worry I buried them together! Sometimes I think these Taboo phone sex sessions get to me.. I wasn’t so bad before this! I mean I’ve always had a thing for murder and the taste of blood but the creativity behind every victim now has made my addiction to snuff far more intense. While he was screaming in agony, I hovered my pussy over his face and made him choke on my warm piss as it overfilled his mouth..

Oops! Must have gone down the wrong hole.. He was lying on his back side gasping, turning blue. That’s when I sat my snatch on his hairy chest, leaned forward and slit his throat.. His blood splattered all over my body! I looked back  to see his daughter squinting.. I figured before I murdered her she could watch me rub daddies’ blood all over my cooch! I turned on Teen rape porn and rubbed my snatch until I squirted. Uhmhm, it felt amazing to get off in front of her innocent eyes. Definitely was the icing to the porn. Eh, well I kilt her and ya you know the rest.. Buried, burned and ditch! Who’s next? 

Gothic Phone Sex with the Undead Living Dead Doll

Gothic Phone sex is exciting. A taste of the dark side. Most normals won’t dare to venture into my darkened cave of torture and sin. On occasion I get the desire to post ads for finding my playthings, or rather “Victims”. 

One advertisement I posted was for a BDSM model. I required a signature to the contract in their blood. The contract wasn’t thoroughly read as I kinda persuaded them to just sign it as I worked my special wicked skills on him. He was throbbing hard from the first view of me in my gothic dress. 

Men are so weak for the unobtainable. That and for female dominance. This was an easy one for my snuff filming of a blockbuster. Some torture, pain, and mutilation. He screamed so much. Begged and pleaded for it to stop. I walked over to him and put the consent form in his face and told him he signed his death warrant so just enjoy the ride. 

Tied to a pentagram. Tortured by a Satanic Goddess. Getting my full attention is what his cock told me he wanted. He got it and the attention of many views. This was his dream come true and he ended with a castrated, scorched and burned sack. His cock flesh was shredded and his anus was completely destroyed. 

His final moments were his decapitated head with brain stem intact, watching his final demise. He felt me chainsaw his limbs. One by One. Cut off and fed into a mulching machine. Then his head I used as my urinal before I took the sledge hammer to it.

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Knife Play Phone Sex: My Brother’s Fetish…

Knife Play Phone SexMy brother is the one who got me addicted to knife play phone sex and stocking fucking! My brother has a thing for my stocking covered cunny and I know that’s what started my knife play phone sex fascination. He always found a way to get me alone after church to molest my little twat by sticking his hand in my stockings. Mom and dad would be busy talking with church elders and he would be busy fingering me between my stockings and my cotton panties. After mom died and daddy started abusing me, my brother started getting more and more like daddy. He would tell me to sleep in my stockings so he could come in at night and fondle my bald twat, sometimes even sliding his favorite knife against my throat. My brother’s cock would be rock hard against my hose covered ass; I could tell he loved feeling the texture against his naked cock.

One night when I thought I was alone, he came in my room with his knife in hand. I was petrified by the evil in his eyes, I knew I was in for torture sex. My brother took his favorite knife and slit a hole in my stockings, before I could scream, he slid his cock in me. I knew all the stocking play was leading to this, him force fucking my holes and letting his cum leak out into my nude pantyhose. My brother is the reason I’m addicted to knife play phone sex that eventually turns into bloody phone sex full of ass rape porn.

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Strangulation Phone Sex Led to My Erotic Asphyxiation Fetish

strangulation phone sex Strangulation phone sex is not as popular as some other kinks and fetishes, but it is something I enjoy. I have long been into erotic asphyxiation. I got into it after meeting John. He was an occasional drug dealer I saw in my early 20s. I was dating my husband, but I was a huge coke fiend. I know I still am, but back then I would have sold my first born for a fix. I let John do anything he wanted. He was into choking bitches until they passed out. I was one such bitch. In the moment, I thought I might die. I was not a seasoned pain slut yet. I have grown into the snuff sex queen you know now. John liked his hands around my throat when his cock penetrated my pussy and ass. He would slip in and out of both holes. John was white, but he had a thick and long cock that filled my holes up perfectly. I was not a mommy yet, so I had tight holes. I sometimes joke that John made it easier for me to have natural births with my sons, LOL. For about two years, John would fuck me and strangle me simultaneously. I would pass out, wake up and pass out again. I had to wear scarves around my neck for years to hide the purple ligature marks. After he left my life and Marcus became my main drug dealer, I was desperate for strangulation again. Marcus was not into that. He liked his women awake when he pounded their fuck holes. He taught me, however, to strangle myself. I had no clue that I could cum so hard. I used silk scarves, pantyhose and my husband’s ties to strangle myself while I masturbated. I still masturbate like that sometimes. What can I say? I am a kinky, taboo phone sex woman.

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Pastime

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a favorite pastime. This is Bob. Bob used to have balls. Now, this is a good castration. A clean castration. That is because Bob paid to have his balls castrated and he was a not a punk ass about it. Most of my castrations are messy. I have no problem using a dirty blade and giving you a jagged scar if you piss me off. Not all guys are like Bob. If you know what is good for you, you should be like Bob. Terry did not heed my warning to be like Bob. Bob is the poster boy for how to act when getting castrated. Terry, however, is the poster boy for what happens when you are not a simp like Bob. Terry paid me to castrate him. He then tried to back out and get his money back. I operate on a no refund policy only. I do not take kindly to men who waste my time or try to get their money back. Torture sex is sort of my thing, and I will do it regardless if you pay me or not. If you pay me though there is no going back. You can not show up like Terry did, but I will find you. I will hunt you down with the dirtiest blade I have and remove your balls. Also, I will not even cauterize the wound either. Or if I do, instead of a nice stitch job to stop the bleeding, I can use the bottom of a hot frying pan and leave a nasty scar. Tony was a little wimp who got cold feet but wanted to sue me when I would not give him his money back. I told him to tell a judge he paid me for castration. I knew he was just playing a game thinking he could bait me, but the joke was on him. Not only did he get a nasty castration, but he also got snuff sex because I killed him. Be like Bob. Don’t be like Terry.

My Stalker Wanted Accomplice Phone Sex…

Accomplice Phone SexI remember having goth teen phone sex in college; I was addicted to torture sex so I was flirting with the idea of becoming a sadistic accomplice phone sex slut. I had many followers but I attracted a stalker not too long after embracing my dark side, I could feel him following me around but I never let on that I knew because I wanted to have some fun with him. I’m not the vulnerable victim type, I didn’t call for help or confront him, I simply let him follow me all over until he made a mistake. There he was in my apartment; I got the drop on him by coming home early; he had been tracking me for months so he knew I wasn’t supposed to be there but what he didn’t know was that I chose today to make him pay.
He was digging around in my panty drawer when I stepped out from by position pointing my hand gun at him. He looked truly mortified that I had discovered him, I asked him why he had been stalking me for months. His answer? He had done a call with me before and wanted me to be his real-life accomplice phone sex whore! He said wanted me to help him make gangbang rape porn with his cheating ex-girlfriend. Of all the things I expected from my stalker, that was a pleasant surprise. My cunt throbbed immediately at the idea of aiding this pervert in his revenge fantasy. My insatiable cunt demanded that I ride my stalker’s cock as I began to plan my first home invasion phone sex gangbang rape porn scene!

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