Category: Torture sex

I am More Than My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, I am His Cash Cow Too

ass rape pornOnce again, he turned me into his ass rape porn star. My son loves to abuse his mommy. But I know he loves me. He needs to stream our sessions for money to support his old druggy whore mother. He had some of that new coke I wanted to try called pink coke. And he joked about turning my face into a cunt for a taste of that new coke. Recently, he got me Botoxed lips. Like huge lips. Pink coke for pink lips, he joked some more.

He let me bury my face in that new primo coke. But, not for long. He yanked my hair to pull me off the coke. Then he skull fucked his mommy whore’s cunt face. But at least I remembered to take my teeth out first. Oh, did I mention he skull fucked me upside down? The blood rushed to my head as I slurped and gulped on his cock. Eventually, he lowered me closer to the floor so he could skull fuck me into it. Oral torture sex. He let me have some skinny powder before I became his punching bag.

My Son Turned My Face into His Cunt

A few punches to my face left me with two black eyes. And his streaming audience loved that because I heard the tips roll in. My face turned black, blue and purple. He loves to give mommy violent makeovers. And his viewers love watching it.  As I showed off my swollen face to the subscribers, more tips rolled in.

He tossed me back down on the floor and sat on my face. This forced me to suck on his asshole. When I did not lick fast enough or deep enough, he began punching me. My tits, my ribs and the side of my face, anything but my sniffer he punched.  After a while of being his punching bag, he told me it was ass sleeve time. And I knew what that meant. I pushed out my pink prolapse for his amusement. Always his amusement. My ass sleeve became his condom. But of course, he zip tied my prolapse first.

However, he did let me snort some more coke before he put a plastic bag over my head. Lucky for me, the plastic bag had some coke in it. As I snorted what coke he put in the bag, I endured more donkey punches to my head and stomach. The plastic started to stick to my face as my oxygen depleted. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he punched the back of my head. I thought I might take my last breath ever with that plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, suffocation phone sex seemed close.

My Boy Gives Me Violent Makeovers

But right as I was about to pass out, he took the bag off my head and let me breathe in some air and more coke. And I could hear the chimes roll in. His audience loves to watch him give mommy a violent makeover. By this time, my makeup appeared smeared all over my face. As he punched my tits and the back of my head some more, I felt my brain cells leave my body. I could see stars at this point. But the coke made the pain worth it.

Just when I thought it might be over, he put another bag over my head. But this time he cut a hole in the bag for his cock. I thought I might get doubly suffocated by the bag and his cock. But he pissed in the bag, forcing me to drink his urine. Of course, he gave me more punches to the head. And my makeup smeared even more on round two with the plastic bag. My mouth became my son’s cunt again as he skull fucked me some more.

Finally, he took the bag off for the second time and pushed my face into the big bowl of coke. And I thought I might inhale it all. But he pulled it away from the bowl so he could contort my body. He bent me like a pretzel. My legs do not bend the way he wanted. But he still forced my legs behind my head. And I felt that pain. My arthritis doesn’t let me get into all those crazy poses.

He Bent My Body Like a Pretzel

He pulled my meaty cunt lips open, and I thought he might fist me. But I did not get that lucky. Instead, he fucked my pee hole. As he fucked it, I took a few jabs to the ribs. But more tips rolled in. In the contorted pose he forced me in, he could pick me up like a bowling ball. And he did just that. He put a finger in my pink prolapsed ass and my cunt and tossed me across the room. I bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor.

As he pondered where to cum, he fist punched my face. He calls it beating mommy beautiful. I took some more punches to the ribs too. Finally, he came all over my face which had already turned various shades of black, blue and purple. My eyes swelled shut to the point that I could not see. But once my violent makeover concluded, he gave me the rest of the big bowl of pink skinny powder. My boy loves me. He just needs me to be his cash cow sometimes.

Bloody young pussy fucking is what got uncle off

Part of why guys love about Rape phone sex fantasies, is the bloody pussy when you first pop it open. “You better not fucking move bitch” my uncle said to me as he taped my mouth up. Then he tied my hands up and forced my legs open. I tried to move and that’s when my uncle slapped me and started to choke me. The tears and fear in my eyes had his cock stiff. “Are you a virgin slut” you say to your very young niece. It must be a fame to you treating me like a pathetic whore.

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Of course I have never been fucked, I haven’t even had my period yet. You knew it, because you spanked my young bare cunty. Then you use my tears to lube your cock up. You continue to choke me, and I felt my body start to limp up. Before I passed out, you forced your cock inside my young bald niece pussy. The pain of my uncle ripping my cunty open, shot through my body. I tried to scream but couldn’t. It didn’t matter anyways my body went limp from you choking me. Then I passed out. You didn’t stop fucking me because when I woke up you were ramming my small little hole.

The smell of ripe pussy blood filled the room. “Glad you are up to finally see me fill you up, even though fucking your limp body will get me off faster” my uncle grunts as he continues his abuse of my pussy. For a few more hours I kept getting fucked and passing out. The last time I came back to, my uncle was grunting, “I love having sex with dead bodies, especially young ones” then I felt his cock explode inside me. I pretended to be passed out, hopping he would be done abusing me. The rest of the night I laid there after getting ripped open dripping in blood and sperm from my uncle. 

Home Invasion Heaven: Cora’s X-Rated Nightmare

Alright perverts, buckle up for a twisted tale of my kinky encounter with the home invader from hell.

I’m Cora, the juicy treatise waiting to explode. Enter our enigmatic aggressor, a hung monster with a nefarious twinkle in his eye.He sneaks into my sanctuary, his intentions clearer than the moist drippings of my lust-drenched cunt. Alexa, play ‘Home Invasion Blues’ cause this motherfucker just found his next victim.But little does he know, I’m no ordinary damsel. I welcome his rugged advance, drawing him deeper into my sin-filled lair.His meaty fingers explore my tender flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I moan in approves, my Catherine wheels spinning out of control.Then, the ultimate revelation hits me like a freight train. His mighty sword stands at attention, ready to pierce my starving holes.

He pounds my pussy without mercy, each thunderous stroke sending shockwaves through my very soul. The stranger ravishes me like a stolen good, leaving me breathless.But the true cherry on this twisted cake? He doesn’t stop. No sir ee bob. He goes full cave eagerly, giving me the kaleidoscope experience.

 

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Taboo Phone Sex on Black Friday Gaped My Asshole and Cunt

taboo phone sexBlack Friday for me turned into a taboo phone sex nightmare. Although I told my family I was going Black Friday shopping, I really went to score some coke. My regular black dealer appeared to be enjoying a party when I arrived. And his big black burly friends looked at me like a piece of candy. Marcus seemed to be in a mood to make me earn the coke I wanted. Over the holidays, I just need more than usual. So, just fucking him would not suffice as trade.

He wanted me to service all his friends in a mass gangbang. I counted like 30 big burly black men who no doubt had matching big burly black cocks. Black men go rough on a white woman. And I do not enjoy being savagely fucked. But I needed coke. A desperate woman with no way to buy coke cannot choose who to fuck when she needs a fix. So, I was at Marcus’s mercy. If he wanted a gangbang rape porn star, he would get one.

Nothing Stretches My Holes Out More Than Big Black Cocks

So, I snorted some lines of coke off his big black cock and prepared myself for my largest gang bang yet. Some of the cocks that ravaged my pussy and ass felt like forearms penetrating me. My dealer’s posse did a number on me. Three cocks in me at once most of the time. But sometimes they double penetrated a hole stretching it out more than either son did when I birthed them.

My holes looked like caverns when they finished. But they did not finish quickly. Black men have better stamina. So, they fucked me for hours. Pulled my hair, slapped me and choked me too. All I could do was take it because if I did not, I would get no coke. And I needed coke. My ass took the brunt of those big black cocks. Two white dicks in my ass no problem. But two big blacks cocks in my ass gave me a glimpse into the world of an ass rape porn star. If I thought my son prolapsed my asshole, I had not seen anything yet.

After they finished cumming inside me, Marcus gave me my coke and sent me on my way. I am home now, partying as I sit on a bag of frozen peas.

Taboo phone sex pleasure feels so right when a bitch suffers

Taboo phone sex Taboo phone sex pleasure feels so right when a bitch suffers! You see, I am no ordinary dominatrix. I am a snuff queen, serving my king in virgin blood. I am not afraid to get down and dirty, to explore the taboo depths of human desire. I take pride in my ability to push limits, to make even the strongest of men quiver in my presence.

We both know what we’re here for. I got the little slut already tied up and ready for her hardcore torture. We like them young, dumb and about to be filled up with your cum. This little slave is such a treat to play with. The look in terror in her eyes while I defile her with my monster strap on makes me so fucking wet. I love to watch your cock grow harder and harder every time she screams.

The best thing about Torture sex with me Daddy is all these hoes are disposable and it won’t take me long to get a fresh one. And I’ve got plenty of toys we can use on her, I think my spiked paddle is my favorite. We can beat her until she is a bloody mess and then fuck her as hard as humanly possible. I want you to drink the slut’s blood from my mouth and cum in her tight little ass!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Calls I Savor as a Sadistic Bitch

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl.  Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.

I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.

She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.

Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege

Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them.  Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.

My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.

And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.

Cora’s Conundrum: A Tale of Mostly Consent

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Howdy, perverts! It’s Cora Takayama, that kinky little kitty you’ve been searching for.

I’ve got a thing for dominance, a real kinky streak that needs satisfaction. Some might call it a problem, but fuck ’em. I love it when you treat me like the filthy cum bucket I am. Roughly grabbing me, tying my hands, and dragging me to the bed like a physical manifestation of your wildest dreams. Once pinned down, you assert your dominance further—buckling me like a precious baby deer, leaving me vulnerable to your salty pecks. But the best part? The mind-blowing moment when you thrust violently into my cunt is pulsating pit stop. Pound me senseless, leave me breathless—your brutal incessant thrusts will have me seeing stars. Tearing off my clothes, you expose my sensitive nipples, delivering sharp tingles with each nibble. This power play leaves me helpless—a delicious athletics of total submission.

So, super sleuths, go find these helpless victims like me—tie ’em up and give ’em a good old fashion ass whooping.

 

Babysitter Phone Sex: Taking Advantage

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Babysitter phone sex is a fun fantasy because it’s so realistic for me. I’ve been babysitting for a long time now, so I know how these naughty old men think. They look at me, at my hot young body, and they WANT so badly. I might even go so far as to call it a NEED.

So let’s say you’re taking me home after an evening of babysitting. You’ve been out with your wife, who hasn’t given you any in months at this point. And there’s little ol’ me in the passenger’s seat, with my spaghetti-strap tank top and short-shorts on. You see an opportunity, and you’re going to take it.

You pull over in an abandoned parking lot and reach for me. You’re surprised to see that I don’t resist at all. I let you take my hand and shove it down your pants. You see, I’ve been angling for this all along. I mean, I’ll pretend to cry and say, “No, please!” if you want me to. But my pussy is going to be extra-wet when you finally slip inside me to fuck me like your life depends on it.