He said it was torture sex I would enjoy. He was wrong. I don’t think any woman enjoys torture. If I wanted my bag of coke, however, I had to let him do his medical experiments on me. He was like some sort of demented med student. He sells coke and high-end pharmaceutical drugs, but pills have never been my problem. I like cocaine. Cocaine doesn’t always like me though. Thankfully I was high last night because he put a cattle prod in my cunt and shocked me. It was the most awful pain ever. I was pissing myself and convulsing. He was stroking his cock. He said this was for a medical experiment. Instead of paying me cash, he was giving me coke. This was no medical experiment. This was torture for pleasure, his pleasure. He put the cattle prod up my ass too. I twitched so bad I thought I was having a seizure. Honestly, this was as hard as I had ever worked for a bag of blow. He even used a speculum on me and sprayed my insides with some sort of chemical. It burned and made my pussy bleed. He said he was sterilizing me, but I had a hysterectomy last year. He was just torturing me some more. I let him think he had left me barren because he got off on my tears. I just wanted my bag of fucking coke, but he was not yet done with his medical fetish phone sex experiments. He pierced my clit with a hat pin and laughed as I bled. I wanted to scream to him to just give me my damn coke, but I knew better. He was a sadist and I was his muse. I think he might have been a Nazi doctor descendent. Thankfully, I got my coke. I went home and dulled my pain with white line after white line.
Category: Torture sex
Torture Sex for Coke-What Was I Thinking?
Live Snuff Porn
I am a snuff porn live feed whore.
That’s right I am privileged to be working for some of the most sadistic motherfuckers out there. See I had Killed off a couple of teen sluts and murdered my whole family. And someone very high up in the dark web snuff porn found out my dirty secret. Okay so they weren’t exactly teens yet, but they were pretty little girls. I have a penchant for fat pussies! But I digress, my murders were covered up only if I agreed to be the female starlet accomplice in these dark web snuff flicks. Men pay good money to see and be able to participate from behind a screen. I am in charge of bringing prime cunny from all over the country to be gangbang rape porn stars. Only They won’t live for long. I love murdering young and I do mean young sluts for my sadistic men who pay big money for these underground killings live for them to cum hard too. My pussy gets so wet as I get to be the accomplice whore on camera using my hunting knife or other torture devices and seeing the last bit of light fading from those innocent eyes. And It is like they get to die twice as I tell my horny snuff men exactly how I killed them!
Daily snuff sex fun
Cum is like vitamins for me. I have to have it period point blank. My mom thinks her boyfriends are off limits. Yeah right! As if, My mom and I are more like sisters; she had me uber young, and it’s a toxic relationship. I have always been her competition in her eyes. All her boyfriends fawn over me, and I love the attention. I won’t deny it at all. I like making her mad and taking her boyfriends away. Once they come around, they start to cum inside me. I have something that dominates and hypnotizes them. I am a freak, and I am all for snuff sex. Its something my mom won’t do but I sure as hell will do that. My mommy also doesn’t swallow. As for me, I need cum shots and hard fucks every day.
Bondage Phone Sex Fetish Shoot
Bondage phone sex keeps me tied up and busy. I recently traveled to a different city for a modeling shoot. The studio paid me handsomely. It was a fun shoot. I had to be in pristine shape before the shoot meaning that I could not any cuts or bruising on my body. I had to restrain from any BDSM fun, so after the shoot, I was fucking horny for some pain and cock. The photographer had a major hard on for me. He was a handsome bad boy. I know bad boys are bad for me, but I am addicted. He looked like my worst nightmare and that made my cunt super wet. I have a thing for sadistic men. My need for a hot bad man will get me killed one of these days. He took me to dinner first, so I thought maybe he was not as bad as I thought. Dinner was just a distraction. When we arrived back at his dungeon, he strung up to the rafters. I was suspended like a side of beef in the air. He turned off all the lights. It was disorientating and scary. There was a long pause in time before he started flogging me. I didn’t know how he did it. It felt like every angle was covered. I thought there had to be more than just one man whipping me. I was right. The lights came on revealing the entire set of the fetish shoot. They all wanted to bruise up my pristine body and they did. I was cover in welts and bruises quickly. I was hoping to be gang banged, but they all agreed I was likely a diseased whore, so I was just whipped until my skin was a far cry from pristine. The life of a bondage whore.
Snuff Bondage
A trained submissive snuff whore such as myself knows that my time is coming. My teen holes have been beaten and torture fucked in every way possible that for my last playtime, Master decided to help me go out with a bang. Master has kept me tied up and knotted stuffed inside a kennel all week, I was practically begging for punishment. Master laid me out and stuffed his fingers then his huge fist deep inside my cunt until he pounded and fisted my cervix until his full arm was thrashing my guts. Master smashed his cock right into my gaping holes and cut my stomach open so I can jerk his cock off inside of me while I bled to death. My hands gripped around his rock hard cock and I used my own entrails to stroke his cock until I passed out and stopped breathing, squirting and gushing from my gaping teen cunt for the very last time.
Limb By Limb
Dick By Dick Limb by Limb. I fucking don’t play. Three men in one day. Dicks cut and sawed off. Straped down to by blood stained table in my dungeon. I cut arms off and then legs until they were just torsos with hard dicks bleeding out. Shears and steak knifes used to fucking cut inch by inch of those pretty pathetic cocks right off. Pathetic Men. You don’t deserve a cock at all. Balls fall to the floor and I ground them to a pulp with my barefeet. I dont even want to digest your balls! I feed all three of them pieces of cock before they bleed out. Then I have one more victim and as I shoot him in the face while riding his cock its becomes rigid and hard as fuck in my tight pussy as I am covered in blood! Sometimes the fast killing makes a cock three times as hard. Did you know a dead mans dick can cum? Cum and let me make mince meat pie out of your cock! I have no mercy and never fucking will. Death and destruction limb by limb inch by inch I will fuck you up!
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies
I have killer phone sex fantasies. We all do. The only difference is I act on my fantasies. I met this annoying fucker the other day. He was begging to have his dick cut off. He didn’t want castration. He wanted the entire package gone, cock and balls. He had been trying to find a woman who would enjoy that. His first mistake was trying to find a woman who would like it. He needed to find a sadistic bitch like me. I have no sympathy for a loser who wants to cut off his dick. As far as I see it, if you are such a loser that you want to castrate yourself and take your cock too, you don’t deserve any male genitals. Your man card is revoked, and I will happily be the one to revoke it. I told him to give me a show. I ordered him to cut off his own cock and I would take care of what was left. Puss cake. He couldn’t even make a cut on his tiny pecker. I called it. I knew he was the kind of loser who calls me for castration phone sex but can never really go thru with it. I wanted a show, so I gave myself one. I chopped off his dick, his balls then I dismembered him. My basement looked like the Saw bathroom when I was done with him. Blood, limbs, and saws everywhere and one dying loser. Don’t promise me entertainment and not deliver.
Big Strong Man To Abuse Me
I like a strong big man. A man that is always the leader of the pack. Those types of men drive me wild they are the men that know women are beneath them. I love that fucking attitude in a man. They don’t give a shit if they are hurting me. Or if they are going to rough for me. My pleads for mercy make them harder. And my tears make them cum and spray it all over my dumb cunt body. Those are the men I throw myself at. I make it clear I am here for them to fuck, degrade, use, and abuse me in any fucking way they want. I beg them but that is only a formality I have them as soon as I throw my slutty body their direction.
Domination Phone Sex with a Woman Master
Domination phone sex is what I deserve. Usually, it is a man who is my master and dominating me. Last night, he used a surrogate master. He sold me for the night to an Asian woman. She was no bigger than me, but she was very dominant. Master watched as she wrestled me. The deal was if I won, I got a free week all to my own. If I lost, nothing changed. I was wrestling for some freedom. She was not that big. I honestly thought I could take her. She was stronger than she looked. She had me in all sorts of contortionist poses that were very painful. Master loved seeing me get conquered by a woman. A mean ass bitch too. While I was being held down in various poses, she spit on me. She pissed on me. She even shoved a cattle prod in my ass. When she shocked me, I pissed myself. I didn’t win. I didn’t get the upper hand, not even once. No surprise there. My master was super hard. It was all a farce. I had no chance of freedom. They just wanted to abuse me, and master wanted to watch a female dominate me too. I will always be a taboo phone sex slut.
Torture Sex for a Minor Infraction
Torture sex is what I deserved. At least according to Samuel. What were my sins? Making his coffee with artificial creamer and not 2% milk. We were out of milk and I didn’t want to walk to the store, so I used the artificial creamer. Big mistake. One I paid for dearly. I heard him summon me to the basement. I honestly wasn’t sure at the start what he was pissed about until he asked me how he likes his coffee. In my mind it was not a big deal, however, the way he saw it, I deserved the death penalty. He tied me to a chair. I was stripped naked and my boobs were bound tightly. So very tightly that they started to turn colors. He then used them as punch bags. I thought he might bust one of my implants because he was punching my boobs so hard. He was spouting off about rules as he punched me. That was not all he did. He fisted my pussy and ass. He joked that I was lucky to be alive because he has killed for less. He scared the crap out of me. He beat the crap out of me too. He left me tied up for hours afterwards. I pissed myself. He just laughed at me when he finally released me and told me to make his coffee correctly or the next time or die. After what he did to me, I have no reason to believe he was bluffing.













