Category: Torture sex

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!

Snuff Sex Can Only Be Better Summoning Satan

Snuff Sex Can Only Be Better Summoning Satan and that means calling on your dark fantasies Queen Morticia.  With my guidance in summoning the beasts of the night we can enact the best rape porn fantasies out there.

This is a diabolical thing that cannot be under estimated. My cunt and ass belong to Satan and so does my soul. The very pleasures that I get arise from Summoning Satan and taking our sexual pleasures from his Demonic massive cock.

Further more in the pleasures of summoning Satan we can use his evil dark powers to lure the young tender virgins to us for the ultimate rape fantasy of snuff. Murderous bloody perverted molestations of young bodies then ripping them to shreds.

Nothing gets my cunt wetter, besides Satan’s big cock, is the blood of rape fantasy virgins splattering all over my body. Let me dismember that tiny body so you have just a bottom and cunt for your personal sex toy. Or if you rather a neck hole and mouth to use as a toilet.

Let me be the Mortician of your needs. I will be the Dr. Frankenstein that will reanimate a pieced together little girl with a dick. Anything you wish I am the sadistic of dark desires. The curator of evil toys. And the ultimate mind fucker of deranged filthy perverts.

Just a little reminder filthy fucks. I am a truly filthy sadistic twenty year old and not a breeder. What I breed I kill.

Snuff Sex is the Ultimate High

And those brats I see around town, well I love to torture and destroy the little brats. Sometimes I will prostitute the little whores and let men murder them. I find it really better than drugs. To ruin the little brats and make money off them but just watching those holes bleed and rip….

Snuff sex

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Cassandra Helps Find You Young Fuck Meat

killer phone sexI enjoy killer phone sex calls. But I prefer to be the accomplice and not the victim anymore. However, as a switch I do go both ways. Sometimes, I meet a kinky pervert at the strip club. John comes to the club once a week. Big tipper. Likes to cum on my tits in the VIP room. Last week, he asked me how much money I needed to live happily ever after. And I thought perhaps, this was a fantasy question. So, I tossed out a number. Then he asked what I would be willing to do for it.

I should have known he was feeling me out. So, I told him just about anything that did not involve animals or shit. And he said what about kidnapping a young girl for his rape phone sex fantasies. My eyes lit up because I am no stranger to such accomplice jobs. But I was a stranger to the amount of money he offered me. Wow. More money than a few men combined have paid me to help them violate young girls.

Maybe he was joking, but when I went back to his place, I saw huge stacks of money. What did this guy do for a living. He comes into the club looking like your average guy. Even drives a normal car. I thought perhaps he sells drugs or maybe he was in the mob. But I knew it was rare to have that much cash laying around your house. But I did not ask questions. Not my place.

I Can Be Your Accomplice and Help You Get a Young Girl to Fuck

But I took the money and did the job. Found him the perfect young piece of meat. Young girls might be the dumbest things around. They always trust me. Sometimes, I must use chloroform, but most girls hold my had as I lead them to their torture or death. I brought her right to my client’s penthouse suite. It surprised me that he planned on fucking this angel in his own place.

I ripped her clothes off, shoved a ball gag in her mouth to muffled her cries and screams. And I turned on some music. No one on his floor. He owns the entire top floor. Still had no clue what he did for a living. But curiosity killed the cat, so I kept my mouth shut and helped him make a teen rape porn with this little fuck meat doll. And I cleaned up her bloody cunt with my mouth.

I thought he would kill the girl, but he kept her for his fuck doll collection.  He seemed like a man just like my former master. Keep a young fuck doll until she ages out. Maybe, I can help you find a tender morsel to fuck too?

Bloody dreams that will make you cream

Snuff Phone Sex Vera

I was hanging upside down. Bound at the ankles, wrists tied behind my back. Hanging over a beautiful bathtub with golden claw feet. My mouth, taped closed. Shallow breaths. I knew what was coming.

I could see the shadow of him walking from the door way into the room. Holding a scythe in both hands as he came to the tub. The smile on his face twisting in a sadistic way.

He begins to slowly drag the scythe across my skin, not enough to cut it though. Just so I can feel how sharp the blade is. I cry out a little as panic sets in, and I start to try to free myself.

Then, ever so slowly, he starts making small cuts into my skin. I can feel the pierce of the blade as it slices acorss my flesh, baring with it the red of blood as it starts to spill. Coating the blade with every cut made. I try crying out louder, struggling to get free, as he just keeps going.

I start feeling light headed. There are now dozens of cuts across my body. My tits, stomach, legs. The blood lose is starting to get to me. The well of fear as I continue to struggle and cry, which fuels his need to see more of my insides.

I then feel the blade start scraping up against my pussy. The tip of it starting to make it’s way into my hole. I can feel the blade start to cut into the wall of the canal, and cry out even more. Tears now streaming down my face. There’s no stopping what’s gonna happen next.

The blade starts to cut more, blood now gushing out of my destroyed twat. Cutting into the pubic bone, and continuing to pierce more flash as the blade makes it way into my stomach region. I convulse, pain and blood loss setting in now.

The blade continues to go though, ripping out my womb, intestines, liver. Everything now spilled into the tub below. A collection he liked keeping after he was done. Because, with what consciousness I had left, I saw him step into the tub and start bathing in it.

And then, just like getting to the end of chapter of a book and flipping the page to start the next one, I woke up. Realizing I was playing with my clit and squirted a few times in my sleep while I was dreaming about all of that. Again.

These dreams always get me horny.

 

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.