Category: Torture sex

Snuff Movies Can be Inspired by Hollywood Horror Films

snuff moviesI am a snuff movies and chill kind of girl. I do not watch sappy ass chick flicks or romance movies. I need violence and gore. I was told this new horror film Terrifier 2 was so disturbing that people were puking and leaving the theater. I knew it was not a snuff flick. I also knew it would not be as violent as anything I have done before too. It was a Hollywood movie. Special effects might be gory, but no way this film would be too violent for me, however. I have yet to see a film too violent for me. I don’t think anything could be too violent for me. I have made some pretty gory snuff porn in my life too. I went to see this film knowing the movie would not be as good as the hype. Terrifier 2 was good, but it was not too gory for me. Art the Clown may be my spirit animal though. He just hates all people, and he is brutal as fuck. He gave me some inspiration for my next kills. I mean this killer clown castrated a dude. He poured acid on women’s faces. He dismembered folks. He even gutted his victims and pulled out their beating harts and ate them. His is a sick mother fucker. Right up my alley, but Art the Clown is fiction. Venus the Bitch, is all real folks. I decided to get some acid. I mean it would be fun to disfigure some stuck up cunt who thinks her looks alone will get her by in life. I was all set to use the acid on this dumb cunt I saw, when a fucking jack ass thwarted me. I decided I would fuck him up, but I wanted to put the acid on his cock not his face. I made him think I was going to blow him in the parking lot. As if I would ever blow some tool in a parking lot, but it got his pants down.  I tossed the acid on his worthless junk, and it was better than castration phone sex! I mean the flesh burned off his cock and balls. It was like his junk was melting. He passed out and went into shock. I poured more on him for shits and giggles and watched his body turn into a pile of mush. I have a taste for a new level of sick torture now.

Ass Rape Porn Nights Just Get More Brutal Every time

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn night for me. You would think my ass could handle just about anything these days, but it gets harder and harder to take the anal abuse my stepson inflicts the older I get. I am his cash cow. He is my supplier too. He knows how to get me to do whatever he wants. He had it all planned out last night too. I arrived 30 minutes after he summoned me. I had a sense of dread going to his place, because he just gets more and more brutal with each live stream. When I arrived, there were a couple chicks there with him. I thought for a moment I got to be the accomplice, but that was not his plan. When it comes to anal torture sex, women are far more brutal. I did not want to be there with them. But I have no choice. My stepson has so much blackmail material on me. I cannot fight him. A couple times a week, we do these brutal live streams. He gets money. I get coke and a mutilated ass.  The women started off nice. Well, nicer than most, but the higher they got the more brutal they became. I had all sorts of things shoved up my ass. It started with dildos. All sorts of big dildos. That was followed by fists. Then came the baseball bat and the rolling pin. Things not designed for the ass were going up my ass. That is nothing new. But they put a cattle prod in my ass and started cranking up the voltage until I could smell my own burning flesh. I cried from the pain. I was pissing myself too. The viewers loved it though. Sadly, for me and my ass, it was the biggest tipping moment from my snuff porn. Guys love to see a soccer mom get annually abused. Do you?

Bondage Phone Sex Can be a Nightmare for a Pain Slut

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get kinky. I am a kinky switch. I love to be an accomplice, but sometimes I am still the victim. I am a bit of a pain slut. I guess you could call me a fetish queen. I have always loved BDSM. I am a frequent flyer of the fetish scene. I have done tons of fetish modelling, been to all the clubs, I have even had masters in my life. I am enjoying being a free agent now, but sometimes I crave the hand of a strong man, and it leads me to danger every time. When I met Patrick, he seemed like a normal master daddy type. He appeared to be more like a Christian Gray than a snuff porn guy. I was wrong. Behind the expensive designer suit was a stone cold sadist. I never should have gone home with him. Why I did, I am not sure. I guess I have a death wish. His entire house is one BDSM dungeon. All weekend long, I was at his mercy in his dungeon. Many times, I thought I might not make it out alive. He is into pain and torture. Inflicting it. He used a meat hook in my ass to string me up like a pinata. My ass was stretching out more than if I was an anal sex porn star with a 100 cocks in her ass. He put a ball gag in my mouth because my cries were annoying him. While strung up by my ass, he whipped me. I spun around in the air with every whack. I was dizzy and sick to my stomach from the constant spinning. Patrick just laughed and found more things to whip me with. I was his torture sex slave doll for the weekend. Patrick is one sick fuck. He gets off on the pain and fear of women. Do you? Are you my next nightmare.

Taboo Phone Sex: Just how dark are you willing to go?

Taboo Phone SexTaboo phone sex is one of my favorite types. Leaving the table open so any card can be played. I know, most of you know that I like to experience quite a bit of pain myself to achieve sexual release. On the flip side, I actually like to tease and torment Men as well. Especially if they think they are super Dominant, and I can tell that they are just whimpering submissive bitch at the end of the day. Do you think you’d have what it takes to turn me into a needy whimpering little slut? Making want to do anything you ask? Or do you think the tables would be turned and you’d be the one on your knees begging for mercy? Do you have the balls for Torture sex? Allowing me to let out my deepest darkest fantasies on your weak unsuspecting body? Let’s find out, pick up that phone, don’t be a pussy, and let’s play.

Bloody phone sex is our own Halloween special

Bloody phone sexThe hiss that escapes out between clenched teeth during Bloody phone sex, the dreaded fear that comes with a cold steel at skin, and the exhilaration as it slices through muscle and transforms a feature into something completely different. I’m a masochist through and through, and my scars are just another reminder at the bliss I’ve managed to convey to myself despite a lot of supporters telling me I’m going to far. They’re not battle scars that mark my body, I’m not an edgy teen too lost in the whirling pain to express myself in any way but overwhelmed by agony, I’m just that tainted and twisted. I love every moment, every bloody drop spilled, and every piercing scream you get with Evil phone sex. If it’s not on my personal canvas, it has to be someone else doesn’t it? One way or another, blood will be spilled, and I hope it’s mine but I’m not averse to spreading out if it means someone cries out and wakes the dead. 

If I can get that while a cock is pumping in my pussy, all the better. I’m not going to try and pretend I’m above being a dirty slut, it’s my career and I take pride in it. I bruise easily, so if my whole abdomen isn’t purple by the time you’re done reaming me, you clearly didn’t try hard enough you fucking pussy. Don’t be a weak ass bitch with me, I want to feel bones creak and blood flow. If you don’t have it in you to fuck hard enough to make a cunt cry, then you better at least be able to work a knife or bite hard. No pussies here except my actual pussy, you better work your magic and make me cum a crimson stream.

It’s halloween, don’t fuck around, get out all your gruesome Rape phone sex fantasies on my poor abused body.

Bloody Phone Sex is Always Off the Charts on Halloween

bloody phone sexTonight, the bloody phone sex will be off the charts. This is the one night of the year that this murderous bitch can blend in well with others and kill undetected. There are so many people in costume, that I blend right in. Last Halloween, I killed a lot of stupid bimbos. I plan to up my number this year. The stupid bimbos appear to be out in droves already. I hate stupid bimbos. You know the kind I am talking about too, right? They dress like little whores, cock tease the men, then act all righteous when a guy gets a boner looking at them in their slutty clothes. Like what the fuck, whore? You cannot prance around half naked all the time and expect men to not want to fuck you. Know your audience, cunt. You will never see me dressed like a whore or acting like one either because I do not want that kind of attention. Men still want me because they think I am a challenge. They think I am playing some sick game with them, but that is not who I am. I do not try to attract attention. I want to blend in and not be remembered. Makes it much easier kill as a snuff porn bitch that way. No one remembers the quiet Goth chick.

I have already stalked a few places that will have a high bimbo concentration tonight. I know the bars and the parties that will have the most drunk bimbos to torture and fuck. The problem is this year, I have no accomplice. Maybe you could help me prey on some dumb cunts? Sure, I can kill bimbos with no help. Last Halloween, I killed close to 60 bimbos all by myself. I can only kill them though. I can make it very painful and bloody, but the real fun is ruining their fuck holes first. And that is where you come in. What do you think? Want to fuck up some bitches together? Be my accomplice phone sex partner so we can put some dumb cunts in their places tonight which is in an early grave.

Torture sex and Halloween go hand and hand

Torture sexHalloween has the perfect ambiance for Torture sex. It is a sadistic slut’s hunting ground, and I cannot wait to catch my pry! All these tiny whores are using it as a reason to dress like the little whores they are, exposing all the skin that I want to slowly peel off their bones. Little do they know their temptations are nothing compared to my innate need to tie a whore down and torture her slowly all night long.

You see the screams will echo around us, but no one will be there to save her. I will tie her down and start by lighting a knife with my blow torch. I want to force that red-hot blade it up her cunt and hear it sizzle as it burns her from the inside. The smell of her pussy cooking is intoxicating. I pull that sharp blade out and hear it slice through her walls, blood squirting out everywhere.

Knife play phone sexThis is just the beginning I am going to take my time slicing and stabbing this dirty whore while telling her that her life is now mine. With each stab, punch, and or hit I see her get weaker. I’m covered in her blood and the feeling of her life force covering my body makes this all the more enjoyable. Her pretty blond hair now red and soaked with blood. I know I look crazed, but I know I will fit in. After all Halloween is the day of the dead. After I watch as she takes her last breath, I realize the night is still young. I think I’m going out to find me a young hard dick to torture. I won’t get cleaned up; I can savor my kill. No one will notice that this blood covering me is real!

Rented off for Violent phone sex

Violent phone sexThe men sold my Violent phone sex services out to a brutal ugly bastard, and he had no issues proving that sometimes looks are not at all deceiving. He started the session by clapping my ass with his big strong, frankly hulking hands. My cheeks jiggled, then quaked, and before long I was quivering in pain from the sting. It was like a shockwave had hit and flown through my whole body one inch at a time. It shook me to my core, and that was before he lifted me up with far too much force and pressed me against the wall by my front without relent. He pressed against me so hard with his massive body that my Cheap phone sex nipples scraped against the wood and I found myself crying out. He then went and rubbed his massive, honking cock up against my whore slit. It was so huge it drove me crazy, the redness flowing over my cheeks as fast as the juice dripping down my legs. I couldn’t help it, never can, when the smell of a rigid fuck meat standing tall in excitement hits my nose I’m immediately soaked and wiggling my hips. I’m trained too well, conditioned to be horny to a fault. I’m a pleasure slave and I know it. So when he raised the tip of his fat prick up to my swollen, needy lips, I pressed down despite his body pressing me against the wall and I swallowed him up. Devouring his Taboo phone sex cock exactly where I needed it, stretching me out far too much and breaking me in before he even began to thrust. Once he did thrust, grabbing me hard enough to bruise my flesh before pumping rapidly, it was with enough force to knock the air out of my lungs and roll my eyes back in surprise.

Snuff Sex Devil’s Night Ritual

The Devil’s Night is upon us and so are the millions of rituals that will happen around the World. In my little cul-de-sac of the cities edge is where a snuff sex ritual will be enacted. Unwilling victims of sacrifice as I look on and laugh.

It’s my pleasure to fuck the one that gets most brutal with the fuck bait. Last year was super demented and special. We filmed it, and it was memorable. I have a still of the action and of me watching on as I shared the scenes with my Internet channel of sadistic craving followers.

Truth is, I have my own little sex cult of sinners. We get deranged and I fucking get off on it. We have viewing parties and then there are initiation parties. The initiation ones are my favorite. Guess that is due to the depraved shit that happens.

Last year I was dressed as my glorious Blood Countess self, and had my killer clown Uncle Sam at my side. I love to hunt on All Hollow’s eve as Brats and parents beg for poison and dress up in costumes. We will find our prime suspects and stalk them to the second we get a chance to have them wander down my street.

The black van with black lights is waiting at dead man’s end. That is where Uncle Sam Clown got his first victim. A girl in a lolita costume snuck down to pee in the woods. Uncle Sam Clown was over excited and grabbed her.

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Torture Sex Halloween Party Almost Killed Me

torture sexIt was a torture sex Halloween party for me. This woman I know invited me to a costume party. She is a fellow soccer mom with a monkey on her back like me. We party together often. I did not think anything about the invite. We are friends. I should have thought twice because the bitch set me up for a free fix. I likely would have done the same. There was no party. Just two sick dykes who wanted to torture me for some sort of macabre live stream. Would not be the first time someone has done that to me. Likely, will not be the last either. I am a pain slut, but women torture me worse than any man. I mean I would almost rather die in a snuff porn than endure torture at the hands of two mean dykes. They had the biggest cattle prods I have ever seen. They kept shocking me until I was pissing myself everywhere. I mean I had piss spraying out my cunt because of the intensity of the prod. To make it more amusing for them, they doused me in water so that it was more like being electrocuted than shocked. My entire body would shake and convulse. Each shock, they kicked up the voltage until I could smell my burnt hair. The lesbos were laughing and telling me I was their cash cow for the night. My friend could not even look me in the eye. She saw the pain on my face. She knew I was enduring more than the usual amounts of pain. I was crying, shaking, and pissing from the continual shock waves pulsating through my run-down body. I could hear the Bitcoin pledges and with every ding, came stronger currents. These bitches came close to killing me with their torture phone sex techniques. I almost died. I did not even get any coke out of it. My ex-friend got all the coke. Now I need to plot my revenge on the cunt. Payback is a bitch and so is she.