Category: Torture sex

I’ve got an evil Torture sex plan for my “Best Friend”

It’s time to get some revenge with Torture sex, and I need your help. My best friend Alice, yeah, the one I’ve known since we were 13, she’s crossing a line I didn’t think possible. She’s trying to ruin me, and guess what? It’s not happening. I’m one sexy bad-ass bitch who doesn’t let anyone fuck with me. But I need your help!

A special kind of helper, the kind who gets off on the sickest shit.

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Here’s the plan. We capture that cunt Alice, chain her up till she’s nice and helpless. Then we make her suffer, oh God, do we make her suffer! I want her ass stretched open, forced to take cock while she screams and begs.

And when she thinks it can’t get any worse, we spring a surprise abortion right up her goddamn womb. I’ve got a special tool I want to introduce to her needy cunt – a spiked baseball bat.

First, I want you to force yourself inside all of her holes brutally. I’ll be there, bat in hand, taunting her. Giving her the idea that if she is a good whore we will let her and the unborn brat in her go. But you know that is not going to happen!

The bat goes up inside her when you use her up. I want you to piss in her face while I force my homemade torture device inside her. Jerk off while I twist it around inside her and rip it out. I’m shoving that thing all the way to her chest. The way she squeals will be music to our ears.
She isn’t going to survive our Snuff sex. Before her last breath, we’ll take the bitch out back and burn her to ashes.

No witnesses, no evidence, just the sweet scent of burnt flesh remaining after we’re done with her. So, you in? Ready to help a sexy bitch get her revenge? Let’s catch Alice and make her Alice-in-wonderland, till nothing remains but a tragic memory of what ungrateful bitches deserve.

Blasphemy Phone Sex is One Big Fuck You to Christian Nationalists

blasphemy phone sex Blasphemy phone sex gained traction lately. Perhaps it’s because the Christian nationalists push their religious agenda on people who don’t believe as them. I’ve always been a fuck organized religion kind of girl. Christian nationalists tend to be the most perverted people in the world, but they hide behind the Bible.

When I got wind of a pastor sodomizing little ones, while at the same time denouncing homosexuality as the biggest sin, I needed to do something about him. How in the world does a victimless act become the greatest sin in the world? But this motherfucker leads one hell of a hypocritical life. He forces his worthless little dick into the little girls and boys who can’t consent.

Now don’t get me wrong. Honestly, I could give two fucks about those little brats he fucks. For me, it’s about the hypocrisy of it all. Denouncing homosexuality as this big sin, while simultaneously engaging in forced sex acts with little ones. He had to go. It took about a month of planning. I went back-and-forth and decided that before I killed him, he would enjoy anal torture sex. Well, I would enjoy it. Him not so much.

I caught him red-handed with his dick inside a little girl. She cried, but he showed her no mercy. But I caught most of it on film. So, I made him let the little girl go. And I read him a long list of his hypocrisies. Then I grabbed the biggest cross I could find and shoved it up his ass. Of course, I drugged him first. A needle in his neck rendered him helpless so I could strip him naked and tie him up properly.

Nothing More I Despise Than a Hypocrite

Tiny little dick for such a big man. So, I punched him in the balls a few times. Used them like boxing bags that hang from the ceiling. He started crying from the pain. So, I knew it hurt because the drugs had kicked in and numbed a lot of shit. At least for a few more minutes. I saved the anal torture for after the drugs wore off. Crammed that cross with no lubrication deep in his ass and fucked him with it. I shredded his asshole. Even joked that this must make him a faggot because something entered his ass.

But I also felt like he deserved castration phone sex too. The only way to protect the little brats in his congregation would be to neuter him. Like I said, I don’t necessarily care about those brats. It’s his hypocrisy that I took issue with. I do not like hypocrites. For the most part, I hate Christian nationalists because they are the biggest hypocrites around.

This loser pastor will not hurt any more brats. He won’t hurt anybody ever again. Although he saw my face, I did not worry about him calling the police. Because I made it clear to him that if he called the authorities, they would see this little video I made of him fucking that little girl in her ass. P men do not last in prison. Even he was smart enough to know that.

I left him without his balls and his ass shredded. Fuck organized religion. Fuck hypocrites. And fuck God. People do more evil in his name then they ever do in the name of Satan.

Torture Sex Object for Snuff Porn is All I Am Now

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I woke up suspended, my arms pulled taut by rough hemp ropes that bit into my wrists. My legs were spread wide, locked into a metal spreader bar that kept my pussy exposed and gaping. A heavy steel plug was jammed into my ass, stretching my sphincter to the limit.

 

He walked in with a cattle prod. He pressed the sparking tip against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity that made my entire body convulse. “Beg for it, you worthless cunt,” he commanded.

 

He ignored my pleas, instead sliding a thick, vibrating dildo into my pussy while simultaneously flicking the prod against my nipples. The combination of the vibration and the shocks pushed me into a forced, agonizing orgasm. As I peaked, he shoved his cock into my mouth, gagging me, forcing me to suck him while he beat my thighs red. He spent the hour alternating between electric shocks and raw, punishing sex, treating my body like a toy to be broken.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Instead of Fireworks for this Submissive Mommy

rape phone sex fantasiesWhile fireworks shot off around me, I stayed busy taking care of his rape phone sex fantasies. Luckily another hot milf joined me. And that almost never happens. But it does take the pressure off me when a sexy milf joins the fun. Fun might be an overstatement. But sometimes bitches need to do what bitches need to do. And I needed to make this violent film for coke money. With the holiday, I needed far more coke than my regular dealer will trade me.

So, I answered an ad that I saw on the dark net. Apparently, this movie, the director scripted for two MILFs. He wanted two hot moms who the male stars could tear apart. And the director made it clear this would be a violent ass rape porn. Neither my hot costar nor me seemed like strangers to hardcore anal sex.

We took a few shots in our Fourth of July inspired costumes before the director yelled start. Four big burly men came out wearing executioner masks and I almost shit my thong. Those men could bench press us. And they showed us no mercy. I felt every punch, choke and slap because the director would not let me get high before filming started.

At least my son lets me get high before he abuses me. Most men do. It helps dull the pain. When they whipped out their dicks, we both gasped. Huge cocks and white cocks too. Those men didn’t speak much English. I think Ukrainian or Russian by their accents. Eastern European men can be extremely violent. I think they hate American women.

For July 4th Big Burly Men Sodomized My Asshole

These four men seemed to hate us. They tore our assholes apart. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs as they pushed their meaty cocks at the same time in our assholes. We took two cocks simultaneously in our back doors. Even for seasoned anal whores that shit hurt. Although it only lasted a few minutes, it felt like days. They took a picture of our assholes once they finished violating them, and they both appeared prolapsed and bleeding.

And I thought that was the end of it. I thought I could go home, take a salt bath, and snort some cocaine that I bought with the money I earned the hard way. But the director wanted to watch us suck the cum out of each other’s prolapsed assholes. And that might be a first. I don’t think I’ve ever sucked another woman’s prolapsed ass while it bled and oozed cum. But I guess there’s a first time for everything. If we wanted to collect our money, we needed to comply.

So, we did it. We licked all the jizz out of each other ‘s battered prolapsed assholes. Then we collected our money and sped the fuck out of there. My asshole still hurts. But at least the director paid me enough money to buy me enough cocaine to dull the pain from the anal torture sex. At least dull it until I need a fix again.

Mutilation Phone Sex is the Best Kind of Dirty Kink

Mutilation Phone Sex is what I live for. And it’s my ass that is the main attraction. Therefore, I do my best to really draw attention to it. The tight skirts and gartered stockings. With heels that really accentuate my ass.
So, I entered the exclusive nightclub last night. It was an anonymous invite.  So, my pulse is hammering with dark hunger for total ruin.
Now, Silas spotted me immediately and pulled me into the shadowed back room. Here is where Kael was waiting. Evidently, these two are the ones who run this underground club and invited me.
So, Kael tore my clothes off with violent jerks. Thus leaving me bare and exposed. Next, he shoved me face-down over the cold bench. And Silas locked his powerful hands around my throat.
Now, Silas squeezed hard, cutting off my air while Kael spat on his thick cock. Then Kael rammed it straight into my ass.
Next, he fucked me with savage thrusts that shook my whole body. Meanwhile, Silas tightened his grip. And fingers digging deep as my vision blurred and my lungs burned.
So, Kael kept pounding without mercy. Therefore, stretching and wrecking my hole while Silas strangled me harder.
Now, my body convulsed in helpless spasms. And every brutal thrust and crushing squeeze pushes me closer to the edge.
Finally, Silas released just enough for a single ragged breath. Just before clamping down again. Now Kael slammed into the hilt deeper with force. Thus destroying me completely as my mind shattered in violent ecstasy.
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Snuff Porn on the 4th of July

snuff pornHe wanted to make the Fourth of July snuff porn. So, he hired me. We met in a chat room on the darknet. And you would be surprised about the things people plot there. This man does not live anywhere near me. But he paid for my travel. He wanted me to fly but that puts me on the radar. This man appears filthy rich. He married a stripper in Vegas 10 years ago and now understands what he made a huge mistake.

He found out she drugged him that night and manipulated him into marrying her. Turns out she has a boyfriend in Vegas and they’re just waiting for this old guy to die. Or maybe he thinks they plan to kill him. He’s super rich. It sounded to me like he best get to her before she gets to him. It would look more suspicious if he died because she stands to gain financially from his death. The only reason he would kill her would be for revenge because he never even took a life insurance policy out on her.

When you hire me as your killer phone sex bitch for hire, I need all the details so I can plot the murder. Since I’m skilled at hacking too, I got into her emails. This bitch encrypts her email which told me she wanted to hide something. She appeared to have a lot of potential enemies. She screws over wealthy men with honey traps. Looks like her little boyfriend back in Vegas doesn’t seem happy with her either. Perfect. A lot of suspects other than my client.

A Killer for Hire Takes Care of Everything to Keep You Safe

Took me a few days to plot her demise. I decided to go with overkill. That would give it a more personal touch. I did it while my client went out of town for business, giving him an airtight alibi. I disarmed the security system and broke into the house. But the bitch was not alone. The audacity of this gold digger. Soon as her husband leaves town she sneaks in a lover. Whore. Well, I guess I needed to kill two people.

I tossed around the idea of making it look like a home invasion gone wrong, but I decided to make it look more personal. So, I didn’t steal a single thing. But I did make it look like I broke into the place instead of walking right in the front door. Although I do like to play with my food, which means I like the torture sex to linger, I needed to execute them quickly. I also needed to make it look personal. So, I stabbed them to death. I sprayed puffer fish poison in their face to immobilize them. You must know what you’re looking for and it’s not standard to look for that in an autopsy.

The World Seems to Have Too Many Gold-Digging Whores

The corner would just think I caught them by surprise. And I doubt they would ever think that a 5’2 Goth girl could do this much damage. By the time I finished stabbing them, my guess they suffered at least 100 stabbed wounds each. It turned into a bloody fucking massacre. And so, I got something out of it more than money. I stabbed the girl’s cunt too. But I never leave any DNA. My client will try to call his wife a few times before panicking when she never responds. He will then call a neighbor to go check on her and the neighbor will find a bloody fucking mess.

The world needs fewer gold diggers. And I’m sorry that the guy became collateral damage, but when you lay with dogs you get fleas. This will be a high-profile murder. But I took all the necessary precautions to leave no DNA and a long list of suspects. But my client was in a different state in front of a lot of work associates when his gold-digging wife took her last breath. He will be a suspect, but if he plays it cool, it will all pass.

So, who do you want dead in your life? What kind of trouble can you and I get into?

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The bag ripped open, and I was slammed face-first into a mattress. He didn’t speak; he just ripped my clothes off, the fabric shredding under his grip. He flipped me over, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while he spat on his palm and rubbed it over my pussy.

“You’re just a hole now,” he sneered, his voice a guttural rasp.

He didn’t use a condom. He shoved his thick cock into me with one violent thrust, nearly splitting me open. I screamed, but he jammed his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries into a whimper. He fucked me with a brutal, rhythmic hatred, slamming his hips against mine. Every thrust was a punch, driving him deep into my cervix. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back to snarl in my ear that I was nothing but a piece of meat for him to use. He finished with a guttural groan, pumping hot cum deep inside my womb before pulling out and leaving me shaking and leaking on the sheets.

It was then I noticed the cameras.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Fireworks is How I Say Happy Birthday America

murder phone sex fantasiesAlthough I specialize in murder phone sex fantasies, I’ve killed a few people in my life. Likely a few hundred, but I don’t count. I help men explore the violent fantasies that they cannot share with just anybody. And most men think about killing someone or at least force fucking someone and getting away with it. So, I help them.

In my personal life, I sometimes help men too weak to do it on their own. Perhaps you could call me a killer for hire. But I don’t need an accomplice to kill. In fact, I think I do some of my best murders solo. My creative process works better when I do not experience any extra noise if you know what I mean.

And I decided to get a little creative with death in the month of July. At least for the first part of July, plan to utilize fireworks as my accomplice. You might be amazed at the physical damage fireworks can do when used as torture sex. And I like to put fireworks in a man’s asshole. It does a lot of damage. Even a sparkler hurts. Doesn’t do too much damage, though. However, it works better than a taser for electric shocks where no one wants electric shocks.

Fireworks Work Great for Torture Too

Since I do have a code for killing, I went out Friday night looking for people who fit the code. My code seems lax compared to like Dexter ‘s code or anything like that. But it’s still a code. And I found an obnoxious guy in a bar. That’s easy to do. He treated the bartender poorly. And he treated the woman who he wanted to buy drinks for poorly too. So, in my mind, he made a fitting candidate.

I let him think his obnoxious commands worked for me and I took him home. Drugged him. Stripped him naked. And when he woke up, he discovered 25 sparklers shoved in his ass. And I lit them when he woke up. But I had him strapped down. He couldn’t wiggle his self out of this. The sparklers acted like appetizers. Of course, he screamed bloody murder just from little sparks hitting his ass and the back of his balls.

Like I said appetizer. I found a bigger thicker firework. I think the proper term might be firecracker. And I shove that in his ass and lit it. When that one burnt down and went boom, it charred his ass hair and burned his flesh. Next, I got a rocket knowing it would shoot up into my dungeon ceiling and come back down. Of course, I stood out of its path. But my victim had nowhere to go. And that rocket once it went up, had to come down. Now that left a mess.

A Few Fireworks in a Man’s Asshole is How I Will Celebrate America’s Birthday

His poor asshole started to bleed. The smell of blood and charred flesh and burnt hair turns me on though. His fucking ball hair and ass hair singed. His flesh burned. And I told him I was done with the fireworks. Then I flipped him over and castrated him. He didn’t really fit my code for death. However, he did fit my code for torture. And the torture I love the most is castration phone sex. So, I sliced off his ball sack, but I did cauterize the wound so that wouldn’t be too much blood.

Then I let him go. He lost his balls. I burned the hair off his ass. And I even burned the flesh and made his asshole a little bit bigger so to make sure he wouldn’t be able to pick me up in a lineup. I gave him a shot of something that will pretty much make him an amnesiac. And I dumped his body along the side of a field. He’ll wake up eventually, not know how he got there. But his ass will hurt and he will feel some pains where his balls used to be for quite some time. July hasn’t even started yet. And I’m already off with a boom.

Accomplice Phone Sex: The Best Way to Use Your Big Dick

It’s Accomplice phone sex that I am continually used for. Once my greedy asshole was taken so deep and hard it was only fair that I help find more ass for your pleasure.
You own my tight, greedy asshole completely. And I’ve grown addicted to the way you stretch me open with that thick, relentless cock.
To start, you trained me to crave nothing but anal. Therefore, leaving my pussy untouched and useless for anything real.
Now, I find myself scanning every room we enter. Thus, hunting for fresh meat to bring back to you.
When I spot a juicy, willing slut, I sweet-talk her into joining our filthy games. Of course, convincing her that you’ll treat her right.
Once I have her naked and bent over, I hold her down. Then, I spread her cheeks wide for your inspection.
So, I watch eagerly as you slide into her tight hole. And listening to her squeal while I finger my own ass. Oh, it’s so dripping with anticipation.
Before it begins, I already know I’ll get my turn after you’ve finished filling her up. And with that, you use both of us like the holes we are.
Therefore, you pound into her tight virgin butthole. All while I stand ready to clean your cock. Then, while I lick the cream from your dick, I think about the next buttslut. In fact, I’m ready to offer up another victim tomorrow.
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My Son Makes Me the Star of His Snuff Movies

snuff moviesMy son likes to put me in his snuff movies. I’m always his live stream cash cow. And for the most part, I prepare myself for it. I’m just an old whore. Dark tan skin, but you can see my tan lines from the micro bikini I wear. My son likes me to stand in front of him in my panties so he can see the tan lines. I look like an over the hill 80s woman. He calls me his glam bimbo. I walked around in panties and super high heels. Add my long nails, my big hair and my cherry red lipstick, once upon a time I could’ve been an 80s video vixen.

Perhaps in a way I am still a video vixen. My son live streams our sessions. We have an understanding. He gives me the best cocaine around and he gets to film himself beating mommy beautiful. I stayed in front of him showing off my ultra skinny body. Except for the bimbo boobs, I have the body of a young schoolgirl.

Since my cunt lips hung over my panties, it looked like my lips wanted to swallow up my panties. My son pulled on my lips until he could wrap them around the panties. When he came back up, he punched my teeth out. They flew across the room. Next, he dribbled my head like a basketball on the wood floor. Occasionally pulling my head up long enough to skull fuck me.

My Boy Beats Mommy Beautiful

He slammed my skinny cocaine body onto the floor and skull fucked me harder. He placed his knee on my neck, choking me. But he did shove the bowl of cocaine under my face. The coke matted to my face like make up. He called me names and slapped my face with his dick.

I could hear the chimes pouring in. He somehow managed to lock his fingers behind my neck and stand up holding my head down to skull fuck me some more. Then he just lifted me up. But if I weigh 100 pounds, I’d be surprised. It’s amazing how much weight you can lose on a cocaine diet My son pounded my head into the floor so hard I think I might’ve received a brain bleed. Everything got dizzy. The room started spinning, but my son continued to use my head as a battering ram.

My son loves to turn me into his fleshlight. His own personal fuck sleeve. He smashed my face so much into the floor that my face became unrecognizable. But in that awkward position, he contorted me into a sort of a half Nelson wrestling move. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and ran my head into the wall. I felt like I was in two places at once because I went through the wall and the sheet metal kept me hanging there. My head stuck out the other side of the wall, but my shoulders pressed up against the sheet rock while my belly rested on some of it.

My Son Turns Me Into His Flesh Light and Battering Ram

But my son loves me. He came around the other side, put the bowl of cocaine under my nose and let me get high. He seemed too nice. So, I knew something was up. Then I heard a knock at the door. And I could hear the chatter of many male voices while suspended in air by sheet rock. I heard my boy talk about a gangbang rape porn. But not my mouth, pussy or ass. They planned to gang bang my urethra.

He invited them to fill my bladder up with cum. They ran a train on my pee hole. Men lit me up while they fucked my fourth hole. Punched my back, my kidneys, and the sides of my ribs. And they did that all while they slammed their dicks into my urethra. My son started fucking my face like a cunt. Held my mouth open and shoved his dick in while his buddies tore up my pee hole. The sheet rock held me hostage and suspended me in the air.

But I Know My Son Loves Me, He Never Punches My Sniffer

Once my son finished with my mouth, he let me snort some more coke. And he punched me in the face. But before you say it, I know he loves me. He never breaks my nose. I need my sniffer. I heard tips pouring in as other viewers watched and laughed at the old, battered coke whore. And I might be out of commission for a while with this one. Eventually, my son pulled me out of the sheet rock, but I couldn’t see because my eyes swelled shut. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Plus, I started to bleed.

My boy freed me from the sheet rock, but he wanted to punch me some more. Such a violent streak in him. He bounced my head off the floor again and violently skull fucked me some more. But he always jokes he’s just beating mommy beautiful. So, with a bladder full of cum, a swollen face and a broken body, I snorted as much cocaine as I could to dull the pain. My son made me a pee hole gang bang whore. It will feel like I’m pissing shards of glass for a few weeks, but I know I will heal. But my son’s pink cocaine helps me get over the violent phone sex make-over.