Category: Torture sex

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mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex makes me go to pieces! Today they found what was left of my body. I was found in a drainage ditch a short drive from my home. They found my head which had been severed by a piano wire, most of my torso which had bite marks in it, and one of my hands. From what they could see I had been beaten before being dumped on the side of the road. What they don’t know is how it happened. You see I met a guy online who promised to fulfill every fantasy that I had ever had. We had talked about my depression and how I ultimately kill myself but that I would like to enjoy it. He agreed and so we met at a cabin in the woods. He took this last picture of me and then we began. He tied my arms up above my head, tied my legs up behind me and put a gag in my mouth. He then lowered the ropes enough that he could fuck me from behind. But before that happened he used my body like a punching bag. There was’t even a spot that didn’t have bruises on it. While I was crying and going in and out of consciousness he took a couple of big bites out of my torso, he looked up at me grinning with my blood and flesh running down his chin. He then removed my gag and got behind me. My pussy was wet already so he slid his cock into me and started fucking me by holding onto my hips so I didn’t swing away from him. After a few strokes he pulled a piece of piano wire from his pocket and wrapped it around my throat. He used that to hold my body in place while he both strangled and fucked me. I could feel the wire cutting into me but I tried to concentrate on the fucking I was getting. I started choking and he leaned down and said this is it I can’t wait to hear you take your last breath. All I could see was stars and then it all went black. He finished the job by completely removing my head from my body, then using the same wire to slice through my hands and feet. He then gave my cold lips a deep kiss and dumped my body into the ditch. It was exactly how I wanted to go but wish that the animals had done a better job of taking off with the rest of my body.  

Ass Rape Porn Queen

ass rape pornI have done a lot of ass rape porn. Not proud of it. Not ashamed of it either. My ass makes me money and I need money for coke. I am known in certain circles as the ass sex queen. I do things most women refuse to do, even junkies. I am popular in the underground world too. Not so much because my ass can handle a hardcore ass fucking but because I am a soccer mom. I do not look like the typical druggy whore. People would be surprised at what goes on behind the doors in suburbia. Sure, I have the white picket fence and the mom SUV and perfect boys and a rich husband. That life is what my parents wanted for me. I have dark desires. I discovered at a young age that coke brings out my freaky side. When I heard that a couple big dealers were hosting an anal freak show, I knew I had to be there. The winner got a big bag of coke. These dealers are well known freaks. They host these underground parties and pit druggy whores against each other. They know we are so desperate for a fix, we will do just about anything to get one, especially one for free. The guys invite their friends, and everyone beats off watching druggy whores do nasty things for the chance for drugs. I was determined to win that coke. No one is a better anal torture sex whore than me. When I was on the stage, I let men fist me and use baseball bats in my ass. They prolapsed my ass, and I told one of the dudes to put a zip tie on it and lather the prolapse in Ben Gay. It hurts like a bitch, but it made me the winner. Those other druggy whores had no chance against this soccer mom.

Casino no no no

kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex is a great way to pass some time. Last night I was working my usual job as a dealer at the casino and you came and sat at my table. You played a few hands and asked when I was off. I smiled back and said that my shift was about done. You asked if you could buy me dinner or a drink and I said sure. I went to change and you went to the bar and got the drinks. I should have been smarter than that as you had apparently slipped something into my drink. We were having fun and talking about random things when I started feeling woozy. You were ready for that and said that you were going to take me to your room and help me lay down. This sounded good and there were no alarm bells ringing yet. Once we got upstairs and into your room the nice guy persona dropped and you shoved your tie into my mouth and wrapped some duct tape around my head. You then picked me up and stood me in front of the bed. You then grabbed a knife and cut my clothes off of me. Then I was thrown onto the bed and forcefully fucked into a rape fantasy. You took the knife and made slices into my breasts and then stomach. Once you were done with your rape fantasy and cumming in my cunt you then shoved the knife into my pussy and laid there beside me on the bed watching me bleed out and the life draining from my eyes. You let me know that he would be leaving and someone would eventually find my body. You then got up and had a tampon that had been soaking in bleach which you then shoved into my bloody gash that would neutralize any sperm that hadn’t come out already so that no one would ever trace this rape fantasy and murder back to you. Now that you knew how well it worked, you were excited to do the same thing to another girl next Sat. night.                                                                                                                                                            

Torture Sex Party

torture sexI went to a torture sex party last night. I thought it would be Mickey Mouse shit compared to what I am accustomed to doing. I am a hardcore pain and bondage slut. Seriously, I can endure more than a covert spy in enemy territory. I was so cocky about my ability to handle pain, that I bragged. I even insulted some of the other pain sluts in attendance. That put a target on my back. I do not think that was my intention. I like to fly under the radar. One of the other pain sluts ratted me out which made the men in attendance determined to break my pain threshold. I was first up on the platform. For an hour, nothing hurt that bad. I was smacked and punched. Nipple clamps and some electric shock. I acted like it was the worse pain ever, but honestly, it was a far cry from painful. That was until this one guy stepped up to the stage. He was called The Punisher. I could not see his face. He had on an executioner’s mask. He strapped my arms down. He showed me a pair of pliers. Now, I was scared. My knees were knocking. I pissed myself too. I cried as he pulled my finger nails off. It was like shit straight out of a snuff porn. I was crying. Screaming. My threshold was found and surpassed. He did not stop there either. He branded me with a hot poker. His initials are forever burned into the flesh on my ass. The other pain sluts were not watching in fear. They were watching in joy as the cocky pain slut got knocked down a few pegs. Eventually, I passed out from the pain. I woke up in a pool of my own blood, piss and vomit having learned a valuable lesson. Never be cocky at a torture party.

Violent Torture Sex Movies Turn Me On

torture sexTorture sex turns me on. I will watch lots of torture porn movies. That is what I call horror films like Saw and Hostel. I love them. I enjoy seeing women mutilated, dismembered and eviscerated. I masturbate to that kind of gory violence. I know I am warped. I was home alone last night. My husband and the boys are on a fishing trip. I stayed back because I require a bed and indoor plumbing. Plus, I wanted to get high. In a tent with my sons and husband, not much alone time to get high. I tried the camping thing once with them and it did not go well, so I stayed backed to party. I was watching all these violent horror movies, snorting lines and playing with my pussy. Honestly, I was super horny. I got on Alt.Com to see if I could find a playmate for the night. That is a fetish hook-up site. I was happy to discover a neighbor on there. He lives a few blocks away. Married like me but likes his sex life to have a bit of kink. He came over after his wife went to sleep. He had a gym bag with him. A bag of tricks he called it. He did a line with me, put on some snuff porn and started to abuse my body. I had to call him sir. It began with nipple clamps, restraints and some flogging. Then he did more coke and got more violent. He started fisting my asshole and pulling the chain on my nipples until they bled. I was wet as could be. He made me lick his fist clean which had bits of shit and blood on it. I just licked my lips and begged for more. For hours we played rough BDSM games. My body was bruised and battered the next morning. I just did some more coke and went back on Alt.com for another playmate.

Taboo Phone Sex is My Favorite

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex subjects like incest, rape fantasies, torture, bondage, water sports, furry friends and of course, snuff. I am not a vanilla girl. I am a subby slut on and off the phone. My master likes to pimp me out for men’s darker desires. I was rented for the night to Samuel who wanted a 24-hour slave. He paid handsomely for me, but of course I saw none of that money. Samuel was ready for my arrival too. His entire basement was a slave’s quarters.  He threw me in a cage in his basement. I was in the dark with no food, water, or blanket.  I had to pee and shit in the cage. I felt like a filthy animal. I wanted to puke. I deserved better than being a dirty caged animal denied basic necessities. When he let me out of the cage, I stood before him, naked, covered in my own waste. He used a cattle prod to shock me, which made me piss myself more. He crammed the prod up my ass until I shit the floor. He tortured me for what felt like an eternity until I collapsed in a pool of my own waste. I woke up back in the cage.  I thought I would be home soon. It was just the beginning. Samuel turned a fire hose turn on me to wash away my stench. He yanked from the cage wet and scared and tossed me in a room. Waiting for me were about 50 men who sodomized me for hours. Ass rape porn stars could not handle what I endured. I was no longer covered in my own shit and piss, but I was covered in cum.  I was never so glad for 24 hours to be over in my life. I am going to need a lot of time to recover.

 

He Craved My Torturous Ways

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He was a creep. The creepy neighbor that lived in an overgrown yard that cloaked the shabby shack of his dwelling place. He kind of stirred my interest as a serial killer type. But one day he was the prey that ventured into my den. He needed to use the phone, and I had no fear of him, he was my neighbor and the better type to be neighborly with. I hate normal boring fucks. So I was intrigued and he has entered my Snuff sex den of no return. I let him in and asked him what his story was. He was shy and only grunted a little about needing to check in with his parole officer. I blocked him from the phone and asked him again. What is your story? You live like a bum and have a dirty demeanor about you. Do you torture live things? He got hard. I laughed at him as I took my boot knife out and ran the blade from his neck down the front of his filthy white t-shirt. So it’s torture sex then. I asked what his parole was for. Are you a p type? Are you a fucking perverted violator of little cunts and assholes? He got nervous and I saw a spot in the front of his trousers. Oh, look at you. Mr. Creeper is going to jizz in his pants. I moved the knife to the spot and poked at it with the point. I like torturing imbeciles and you are the perfect kind. No one will miss you! As I slit his trousers open and drew blood from his erect cock. I slid the knife down below his balls and told him I was going to fuck the sin out of him with my sadistic phone sex. I mounted his filthy warm corpse and rode that dick. I thrive off of blood and semen in my vagina and I was getting just what I needed as  started stabbing him in the heart.

Torture sex

Torture Sex Halloween Fun

torture sexTorture sex is my hobby. I love inflicting pain. I want to hurt my victims. Not because I want revenge. Honestly, I am never invested enough in anyone enough to go through the hassle of revenge. I just do it for the fun. The truth is that your screams or the screams of a young girl or boy, gets my motor running. I went to a haunted house over the weekend. It was an outdoor event, in the middle of nowhere.  I have gone to this haunted attraction before and have enjoyed it for its remoteness and darkness. I got behind some teen sluts in line. I wanted to stab one of them to death. Not sure which one, but one if not all of them were going to die. I like to rid the world of vacuous teen sluts. They grow up to be gold diggers and cock teases. Waste of space. I was solo this weekend. When I am alone hunting for teen meat, I am not too selective. It becomes more about access and getting away easily. When I am hunting with someone like you, can stalk our prey and find the one that gets your cock the hardest. I am a great accomplice. I can lure any young thing away and explore your rape phone sex fantasies. Once we were in this haunted corn maze / barn, it was pitch black. Only the stars guided us. People were jumping out and giving their best lame scares. In the darkness, social distancing standards were not being followed. Even better. It is like these girls were walking right into my hands. They started screaming at some man dressed in a creepy outfit. I was all in black, hard to see me. I stabbed a few times in the back hitting flesh. As their dying screams blended in with haunted screams, I left the haunted attraction undetected. I read about the massacre the next morning and my pussy got wet.  

Torture Phone Sex With Faith

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Are you up for some torture phone sex, lover? Of course, I am… I’m always ready to be degraded and dominated. I can’t decide which kind of torture I love more – psychological or physical. I guess I am a bit of a masochist because I love both so much. You can do a number on me with psychological torture. Just tell me what a loser I am and how no man in his right mind would ever want anything to do with me. Or tell me how, if you were my man, you would be cheating on me left and right because I just wouldn’t be good enough to please you. Make my mind wonder all the time, even when you aren’t around.

And if I know anything, it’s that there are lots of men out there who love torturing a woman like me physically. How are you going to do it? I can’t wait to hear about how you’ll decide to inflict pain upon me. I hope that our torture session is really long and drawn out. I deserve it and I know you’ll tell me all of the reasons why when you call me. I’ll be waiting for you.

Pain Slut Torture Sex

torture sexI am a glutton for punishment. I am a soccer mom and a pain slut. I love torture sex. I love it so much I volunteered to be an experiment for this sick bitch I know. She pays women for sexual torture games and experiments. No medical basis in her experiences. She is just interested in the relationship between women’s ability to cum and pain levels. She has a theory that even the biggest pain slut like me will experience pain to high to cum. I told her I can handle any kind of pain and the more pain, the wetter the pussy. She paid me $500 to test my relationship with pain. She is the smart one. I am the sick one. She attached electrodes all over my body. At first the shocks were small. Did I mention there was always an industrial sized vibrator in my ass and on my cunt? She had the vibrators on warp speed. I was cumming hard even while she shocked me. I was still cumming as I felt my skin frying from the high frequency shock waves. This bitch met her match. I was convulsing. I was drooling. I was shaking. My eyes rolled into the back of my eyes. I was drenched in perspiration. But guess what. This taboo phone sex slut was still cumming. I am a real pain slut. Can you torture me past my comfort?