He said it was going to be torture sex. He wouldn’t tell me his name. He said that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I paid for being a bitch and a man stealer. He knew every sordid detail of my salacious life. I offered him money, but he was already paid handsomely. He tied me to a chair with leather restraints. I was stripped naked. He commented about my big whore titties. I started to scream, but before I could scream too long, he put my panties in my mouth to muffle me. With a sinister grin on his face, he started talking about how his clients wanted payback. There was no apologizing. He wouldn’t listen to my pleas. Pain was on his mind. He started with several whacks to my big fake tits with a cane. That cane hit my ass a few dozen times too. He affixed weights to my nipples and my clit. I felt like I suddenly had cow udders. Needles pierced my skin. I could feel drops of blood oozing out of my nipples. Drip drip drip. Blood cascading over my tits and pooling in my belly button. More whacks with floggers, paddles and canes all over my body. My skin was turning purple. I was starting to bruise. I was trying to itemize my sins in my head. It was too late to right the wrongs. This was my end. My skin was blistering, bleeding and changing colors from the abuse and torture. His goal was to ruin my big boobs, scar my body, ruin its perfection so I could not steal a man if I wanted to. I thought when he laughed at my ruined body he was done, but this was not just torture, this was snuff sex too. His hands clenched tightly around my throat as he squeezed the life out of me, making sure I knew I was dying for being a whore.
Category: Torture sex
Full Moon Double Homicide
Strangulation phone sex really gets me off. Last night during the full moon I went for a walk in a nearby cemetery. I knew there would be some horny teenagers fucking under the full moon among the graves. I brought some blood wine and waited. I scored a cute goth couple getting it and silently made my way over. I pulled out my garrote and swiftly pulled the naked big titted girl down. Her gags were music to my ears. The guy was in shock and was staring at me as I killed his little fuck toy. She went limp and I released her. His dick locked even harder as I lowered my body on him and slid my black thong over and took his teenage cock into my dripping pussy. I rode him hard using my long nails to draw blood from his chest. He moaned and bucked me. I used my garrote this time to slowly take his life waiting until the prime moment his dick would erupt before I pulled with all my might and broke his neck. It was only then that I came on his still stiff dick. It was growing colder inside me and I rode it until I could feel the dark forces rising inside of me. I am an evil bitch with a pussy that gets soaked for snuff sex play, please join me.
Taboo Phone Sex is What I Do Best
Taboo phone sex is what I do best. I get too fucked up to do vanilla calls. I have had too many submissive experiences to do vanilla type calls either. I had a long caller last night. We were getting high together. When I do lines of coke, I can’t fake shit. Coke brings out my freaky side. Since I am always high, I am always a freak. I have this horse thing with a dildo attached to it. I use it to give sex shows to dealers and my sons. My caller was asking about the type of things I have in the house to fuck myself with and I told him. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it was a trap. Once he heard me describe all the objects I have used on myself, he wanted to channel my inner ass rape porn star. I was high; faking it was not an option. I ended up bouncing on my dildo saddle contraption while fisting my own cunt. Thank god for speaker phone. He was describing all the violent things he wanted to do to me while I impaled my ass on a 13 inch dildo with my fist in my cunt. Not sure how I managed that level of multi asking fucked up, but I did. I gaped my own holes. Normally, others destroy my holes, but I told you I am a nasty fuck slut when I am high.
Die bitch
I noticed my boyfriend grew an obsession with murder tv shows. He was especially fond of the ones where the murder gets away with it. One day we were watching some snuff stuff, and I could see the light bulb go off in his head. My boyfriend wanted to do precisely what he saw in the episode. He tried to strangle me and have full snuff sex with me. I could see him go to the kitchen I heard the kitchen drawer open, and I already knew he wanted me all fucked up and cut to pieces. I had no fighting chance for months he’s been ‘safe proofing the apartment’ He knew I would try to escape. I pretty much gave up and realized he wanted me half dead to fulfill all the snuff desires he had in his mind. I could feel the cold blade from the knife he put it right against my throat and made me strip for him. Ass soon as he had me naked he was slashing me and yelling die bitch die! He was fucking me and hurting me. I was covered in blood, and he was cumming like crazy. I was hurt for days, but he wasn’t done he wanted me to understand my role.
I was in the mood to kill
I woke up this morning in the mood to kill. I didn’t care who, I didn’t care how, I just wanted someone anyone to suffer! So I went out hunting, just walking up and down the street until I found a little bitch with a mousy looking mother and invited them over. Clearly they were poor and in need of a good meal so I told them that I’d be happy to take care of them. Well I brought them home and as soon as we were inside I knocked the mother out and tied her to a chair. Then I got the daughter ready, I stripped her and shaved her and greased her all up and popped her in a big giant pan and as soon as her mom woke up I popped her right in the oven to roast! Boy did the mom scream about that! Oh well, she said she was hungry she didn’t tell me what she wanted to eat!
Devious desires
I have been pretty social. It’s all part of the plan that I came up. I want to befriend of stupid bitches and make their lives literal hell. I’d luck nothing but to fulfill my rape fantasies. My boyfriend and I are into fucking sluts up and making them drink bleach and letting them get tortured and endure snuff sex. Most the hoes we end up bringing home end up dead, but this time I have something else in mind. If I were to recruit a couple of pathetic sluts from campus maybe I can make them endure the pain that will lead to a slow death. I’m thinking about starving them to death and letting them be used by truckers and whoever is willing to pay. I’d love to be the ultimate madame. I just haven’t figured out how I will go about it just yet. I just know I want these whores to get fucked up and abused in every which way. Thinking about all the devious desires I have makes me a horny slut.
Accomplice Phone Sex Leads to Fucking & More Killing
Accomplice phone sex is all you get if you don’t want to be my victim. I love a good accomplice. I hate guys who call me and think that I will be their bitch. Never going to happen. I don’t roll over for anyone. Look at me? Do I look like the kind of girl who will worship your dick? I will chop off that mother fucker if it gets anywhere near me without permission. A typical woman wants candle light, a nice meal and Barry White type of music to fuck. The only thing that gets me horny is blood. I get aroused by other people’s pain and torture. Nothing like a good dismemberment to get my cunt wet. You need to be careful, however. I can be a Praying Mantis. That means, I might just kill you in post coital bliss. I went hunting with Trevor last night. We met at a Goth bar a couple weeks ago. He is a thrill killer too. We decided to kill this neighbor cock tease. It was hot planning her demise together. Thinking about the where and the how was foreplay. She died a violent death. She was a fighter for a young girl. Perfect snuff porn victim. I like it when they fight. It is more realistic. There we were, covered in her blood, fucking like wild animals amongst her severed limbs. The smell of death is so arousing. Trevor had a big cock too. Some of my accomplices, lose their boners when they kill. I hate that shit because it means they have remorse for what they have done. I want a straight up sociopath like me. I thought Trevor was a fellow sociopath until he tried to spoon me. Like what the fuck dude? Spooning me anywhere, only gets you knifed. I cut off his big dick, so I could stuff it. I have a few nice cocks that I have saved through taxidermy. Some men are just better lovers dead.
snuff ? Yummy
I love to role play what I have already done. Or , what ever you want to do. I have all the dirty thoughts just like you. I met my fuck buddy at a party and he was so quiet I knew he was a nasty little fuck just like me. Why? Because its always the quiet ones. And, sure as hell enough he walked up to me gave me a smile grabbed my hand and said he wanted to fuck in sign language. I was impressed to say the least. How he knew that and how quiet i needed to get his cock. I did hope he was as nasty i was. I remember thinking that in my head. we went back to my place and he through me around while i bounced on his cock he was choking me , grabbing me by my ears, almost bleeding he bit me and said he loved the way blood tasted. I then told him I had the same problem low iron we laughed about it and fucked it out. I have scars from my flesh being ripped off. I need some nasty snuff phone sex tonight. Its been awhile my nasty freak is gone so help me out like i’m going to help you.
See no evil
Pathetic slut was screaming her lungs out. She was running thru the secluded woods she thought she was going to get away. We were both amused watching her run for her life. We let her go and make her get tired out. Within minutes we grabbed the truck and caught up with her. Stupid slut should have known better we had her trapped in our twisted paradise. I got out and whipped her with a bat. The look on her face was magic. We brought her back to our dungeon where I assisted my partner in having some twisted torture sex with her. I fucked her with my particular toy. This one had 4 inches of steel ready to plunge inside her sloppy nasty used up twat. Then We used the same instrument to gauge her eyes out. Now she can’t see where she’s going. We had plenty of fun with her then we decided it was time to bleach her out and immerse her in gas and let her burn to crisps. Never a dull moment with my man. The slut got what she deserved. When you flirt with my mand you will get a not so happy ending.
Extreme Bondage Phone Sex and Torture
Bondage phone sex gets extreme with a submissive druggy whore like me. I got a bit tied up last night. I am not exactly sure how it happened either. I was in a bar drinking with strangers. I know I was hitting guys up to party. I am a cougar whore. I love to party and fuck. I like coke too much and it gets me in some predicaments like last night. The last thing I clearly remember was doing lines of coke in the bathroom with this college dude. I had been playing pool, drinking, flirting and partying with some frat boys. When I woke up, I was tied up and suspended with some dude I had no memory of meeting. He was not one of the frat boys. I don’t think he was even at the bar. He had a pulsating vibrator attached to my clit that was giving me orgasm after orgasm. I know that doesn’t sound bad, but rapid cums in close succession like that over stimulates your pussy and hurts. I asked him who he was and how I got there. Apparently, the frat boys I was partying with sold me for $500 to this guy. WTF? They can’t sell a person. I demanded to be let go. He was not having any of my sass. He took a blow torch to my cunt and asshole. Torture sex is why he bought me. The pain made me pass out. He liked me awake, however. I could feel my flesh melting. I could smell my flesh burning. I puked. The way I was suspended, I only managed to puke all over myself. The torture went on for hours like some strange Pavlov’s dog experiment. It was like he was trying to get me to associate cumming with pain. I am a pain slut but burning the flesh from my skin was more than I could bear. Eventually, I passed out and couldn’t be revived. He dumped my body in an alley. I woke up when a bum was pissing on me.