Category: Torture sex

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: How Would You Kill Me?

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.

Home invasion phone sex Awake and Drugged

Just before sunrise I felt hands on me while I was barely able to wake-up. I was unable to comprehend I was experiencing Home invasion phone sex. The prior night I had a date. Honestly I don’t remember much. I don’t think we left my apartment. He brought some stuff for martinis and made one for me. The next thing i know I am waking up to three large men in my apartment. The guy from my date didn’t appear to be there. I think I must have been tricked.

The night was completely erased from my memory. I was fuzzy, sore and I looked down to see my naked battered and bruised body. My face and mouth were so sore. When I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t move. I looked down and saw a lot of blood under and on me. Slowly as I started to wake up more, my holes were being violated still and I felt stinging pain in my ass and pussy. It seems I was being used all night while drugged up.

Home invasion phone sex

Snuff movies and good sex

snuff movies

I have always been a wild one, and I never was prim and proper. I’d hate to be a boring whore. I like to snuff movies, hot sex, and tons of coke and vodka. My idea of a good time does not remember anything but the best fuck ever. I can be wasted and high of my mind, but if I am having a great time and getting good cock I will remember my orgasm precisely. I like to be so deep in my haze state that I get a cock to fuck me. That’s so good that I cum the hardest ever, and it’s ingrained in my memory. My tight little pussy craves torture and craves to be stuffed. I love to be submissive to men and dominate women. There’s nothing I love more than that. I enjoy being the whore that completely ruins women and bow down to men as she should. I want to be able to fulfill all my naughty desires.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies. I have a few. I only have them when I am high though. I have all sorts of extreme fantasies when I am coked up. Last night, however, I was not high. I was at home alone when my stepson popped by to borrow something. My husband was at the movies with the boys, and I was watching television. He does not knock. He just comes inside and helps himself to whatever he wants, including his father’s wife. He said, “Hello, whore.” And before I could say anything, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the chair. I fell with a thud on the floor. I looked up and his cock was out. I tried to crawl away from him, but he kicked me in the face. I bit my lip and blood started trickling down my face. He was laughing at me. “You cannot get away from me step mommy,” he seethed. As I tried to duck and cover my face, he picked me by my neck and tossed me down on the couch. This is when he forced his cock inside my pussy. Not the first time. He likes to act often on his rape phone sex fantasies for his red headed stepmom. He only fucks me brutally. He never uses lube. He never goes gently. And he always cums inside me. I was crying and bleeding from my mouth and my pussy. He just kept laughing and smacking me around. Luckily, for me, he did not last forever. He pops off quickly when he is ravaging my fuck holes. I thought he was just going to fuck my pussy, but he fucked my ass too and rough anal with no lube is sadistic. He beat me, fucked me and left. I guess I was what he came to borrow from his father.

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I was in front of three men telling them why I was the best woman for their movie. The director asked to see my boobs. He wanted to make sure they had some bounce and jiggle because there would be a lot of focus on my boobs. I unveiled my big tits and bounced to show that they jiggle. I was wet. I wanted this gig. It was a violent movie. The studio is known for the most realistic snuff films in the industry. I have waited a decade for an audition. The three men, the director, the lead executioner, and the producer all wanted to feel the goods. They wanted to hear me scream, so I let off a blood curdling scream that a scream queen would have made. I impressed them again and got the part. I started the next day. I quickly found out why their snuff movies are the most popular. They are not all fake. While I was looking for the little girl’s room, I went the wrong way and saw another film being made. I thought it was like the one I was making, but I saw a guy cut off a woman’s arm and blood splattered everywhere. She started convulsing like a woman in shock. Before she stopped convulsing, they took her other arm too. Then a guy gutted her like a wild animal. While she was shaking and convulsing, blood spewed everywhere. No one had seen me yet. This was real. I was not sure if mine was going to be fake or real, but I did not want to hang around and find out. This girl was dismembered, gutted, and fucked while some masked guy filmed it. I love snuff sex, but the simulated kind. I hustled to the bathroom and went out a window. I think if I had stayed for my filming time, I would not be here today. My dark desires are going to get me killed one day.

Making Homemade Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI make homemade snuff movies. I then sell them on the dark net. Sometimes, I am paid for special requests. My viewers sometimes want to see me kill a young girl or anyone who wronged them. This guy paid me better than I could have imagined. I look at the money as bonus because I love being a wicked butcher. Killing is in my DNA. Did you know that being a sick predator can be hereditary? Part nurture and part nature explains my sadistic side. My grandpa was a sadist who experimented on his prisoners who were in his private prison. He fancied himself like a Nazi doctor. He enjoyed executions too. My dad was boring, so I think the genetic gene skipped a generation. I am like Dexter without the altruistic motives. This client wanted me to kill a teen slut. He wanted her white and privileged. That was not hard to find. I went to the high-end mall where the rich bitch teens hang out. I found a girl waiting for friends or a boyfriend. She was in designer clothes and her hair was perfect. Her nails manicured. Yea, she screamed rich teen. I sat next to her at the mall food court and spiked her Orange Julius. When she started to act drugged, I swooped in and took her to my car. She passed out in the back seat. I went to my kill shack in the woods and started live streaming her snuff sex death. I tied her up spread eagle, naked. I let him tell me what and where to do it. He was a sick as me. Carve off her budding tits. Slice her clit in two. Make her pussy wider. Every slit on her body, I sliced. She bled a lot, screamed more.  We tortured her for hours getting horny on her blood and tears. I can always use a sick accomplice phone sex partner. Is that you?

Ready to make that cock rock

sadistic phone sex

I’m into sadistic phone sex because I am quite an evil skank. I have done so many things that are quite questionable. My favorite thus far happens to be the time I made my ex-boyfriend fuck for hours on end. Actually, it ended up being like almost two whole days, technically. It was a wild thing to witness. I didn’t mind that I was potentially putting his life in danger. I popped several viagras into his shake. I ground them up and mixed them in real good to that chocolate protein shake. I was horny, and his 2 minute fucking sessions didn’t do the job. I want to go all night and all day. What can you say a girl has needs. I watched as his cock grew and instantly could tell he was ready to pound my cunt. I laughed and smirked. He knew what was up. We fucked for hours, his cock was all bruised and bloody, and that was turning me on even more.

Torture Sex Upside Down

torture sexSometimes, I deserve torture sex. This was not one of those times. I did nothing wrong. I was minding my own business. I was just  in the wrong place at the wrong time. I witnessed a burglary, but they did not believe me when I said I was too fucked up to know what I saw. Honestly, I had no idea I watched a crime. I was in an alley way getting high. I heard the alarm go off and I saw people get in a van, but I never processed what I saw. I tumbled out from behind the dumpster high as a kite and one of the guys grabbed me and shoved me in the van. They had just robbed a pharmacy of all its Oxy. They did not believe me when I said I was too fucked up to make sense of it. They drove me to their safe house and interrogated me. Each one had on a mask, so how the fuck was I supposed to know who they were? They hung me naked upside down and zapped me with a taser until I was peeing on myself. It quickly became clear that they knew I did not know anything that could identify them. They just wanted to torture me. They were high on oxy at this point and enjoying shocking me. I would convulse and piss myself with every jolt they gave me. After what seemed like an eternity, they cut me down. I was grateful for the ass fucking because it was less painful than the shock treatments I was getting. Eventually, they passed out and I got away. I still never saw their faces. Not like I would ever go to the police anyway. I am a druggy whore. Plus, I know snitches gets stitches.

fucking him to death

sex with dead bodies

Who knew sex with dead bodies would be such a thrill. At a house party, I met a guy, and together we ended up getting so fucked up. My cunt was ready to be fucked and used. The more lines we did, the better fucking we did. We tuned the rest of the party out and ended up diving deep into our high. Finally, after hours of fucking and partying, we decide to take a stroll. We end up on the beach and start fucking like crazy. I can tell he’s not feeling well, but I got him off, and he still didn’t quite do the job. As I ride him, he starts to convulse. I guess my hot tight pussy was too much for him to handle. The drugs totally fucked him one last time. I could tell there was no pulse, but I hadn’t cum yet. I was practically riding a corpse, and I wasn’t going to stop till there was cum all over that cock.

Punishment

Torture sexHe kept me locked up for days, sitting in the cage in a dark room waiting for his perfectly planned torture sex. Thought he was going to starve me but he only wanted to make me more grateful to eat right from his ass when the time came. When the lights finally came on my eyesight was blurry. It was hard to adjust at first, he pulled me from the cage. He was naked, he force fed me his shit and dragged me to a few boards he had made up, nails in strategic places. One would be right under my neck so I wouldn’t be able to rest it comfortably, one right in the middle of my back to keep me arched, and a line of them along where my legs would rest. He didn’t want them anywhere but up. He stood above me with a flogger and lashed at my tits and stomach. My body would react more than I could control most of the time, causing me to stick myself with the nails place before my neck and back multiple times. I could feel the blood pooling under me. Then he finally decided to fuck me, thrusting inside me forcing my body down, and enjoying the blood curdling screams he caused. As the nails penetrated my body, hitting just right spots to cause immense pain, so much the world around me started to fade. This was the price I paid for stealing the life of another with no permission. These wounds hurt, but I’m grateful he spared me for now. Selfishly my blood lust has gotten a bit stronger…I may risk punishment again.