Category: Torture sex

Ass Rape Porn: The Things I Do for Drugs

ass rape porn MILFI owed my drug dealer quite a lot of money. In fact, he cut me off until I could settle the score. I had no money. I had already sold everything I could for my next fix. I pleaded with him just to give me a little more until I could figure something out. “You have not sold everything Blair,” he said giving me that look. He suggested I make a little ass rape porn with him. He would wipe my debt clean and give me an eight ball. “Deal,” I said, even though I was a little nervous about what exactly ass rape porn meant.

I soon found out. He took me to this dingy basement studio where he makes underground porn. Nothing vanilla about his movies. He caters to the darker, more perverse fantasies. According to him, women who get anally tortured is a huge market generating lots of capital. I’m a coke whore, but he insisted on shooting me up with some smack to relax me. I refused, but he insisted. I had no choice; he shoved a needle in my arm. Bam, just like that I was relaxed. Perfect timing since he showed me all the things that would be rammed up my ass for his sick little movie.

But before he had his sadistic bitch of an assistant start violating my ass, she spread my cunt wide and started fisting it. Got her entire arm up my pussy. So deep inside me I thought she was going to yank my uterus out. The smack helped dull the pain, but I could still feel immense pressure, and blood. Warm blood trickling down my thigh, or maybe it was piss. She went right from my fisting my cunt to fisting my ass. No lube, just my pussy lather and piss to insert her arm up my back door. When she pulled out, I knew it was shit coated. She shoved it in my mouth and made me suck her f clean. I gagged.

torture sex hardcore analAfter that it was a series of objects up my ass. A baseball bat; wine bottle; speculum;  a barbell; various huge vegetables and dildos; but the worse was the meat hook. That was saved for last. She shove a meat hook in my asshole and hoisted me up in the air screaming like a slaughtered pig. While suspended, she whipped my ass with a cat o nine tails. My skin started to separate from my ass, blood oozed from my wounds. I was crying from the pain, begging for more smack. The only smack I got was across my face. For hours my ass was tortured with objects not meant for anal penetration. By the time it was over, my ass was a bloody mess. In fact my asshole was inside out. Looked like a deformed rose.

I was released from the hook into a pile of my own piss, bile, blood and vomit. My dealer said, “Good whore,” and tossed me a 8 ball, but I begged for more heroin.  Guess we can add junkie to my list of titles.

Master has a new Sadistic game for us PT 1

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We have started to play a new game Master and I. He has grown quiet fond of it and with the new spring weather I could see it happening more often. The fact that Master involves me in these games goes to show how good I have been and accepting of his discipline. I am undeserving of his love or attention so I am glad I can contribute to his happiness. Now back to the sadistic game Master has developed for us. With the warmer weather comes the lack of clothing that follows and outdoor activities alongside it. So what better way to enjoy these outdoor activities than with Master allowing me to be his bait in a good ol’ game of torture the silly little boy who looks at his pet? Oh how I love this game, it brings my Master so much happiness and for that I will do anything. Master lets me dress super skanky with a little tiny skirt and slutty inviting pigtails and rollerblade around the park. My cunt feels so good as the air rushes past it up my skirt, I bite my lip as a jogger approaches. Master sits on a bench as I flash him a glance for his approval. He nods.

“Damn doll face you always roller blade like that?”
He tries to sound super slick as he approaches me. I can see his rape fantasies while he eyes looks through my clothes already. He is perfect for Master; I received the nod of approval, my heart races with anticipation. I giggle at him, seeming as though I am bashful.
“Only when it feels this great outside.” I replied. Then I questioned him, “You always approach random women at the park?”
I already anticipated the comeback; I knew this kind of boy, this kind of little tiny, pathetic, waste of human tissue that Master always ranted about. I raised my eyebrow and gave him a half cocked smile in anticipation for what was about to come from his wretched face hole.
“Only when they look this good out. HaHaHa.”
His chuckle made me want to vomit all over the sidewalk. This tiny boy who though he was a man was about to realize what a real man was, Master would show him, Master would show him what it meant to be a real man. What it meant to dominate and what it meant to have a good little pet to submit to every demand because they want to please.
“How ‘bout we take this back to my place. I don’t live far I promise.” And just like that I turned my back to him gave him a wink and wagged my finger in a come hither motion. And just like that the poor little puke of a puppy dog followed hot on my trails. I could see him uproot from his bench, Master was quickly steps ahead of me. A smile grew across my face. The douche behind me thought it was for him but my allegiance was with the brilliant mind of my masochistic Master waiting for the next step of our game. We take my car, I tell him I can drive him back to the park, but really I do not want any evidence in his douche rocket of a vehicle when they find it abandoned there.
When we pull up he points out how beautiful my house is, how “well groomed” my garden looks trying to flash his dull innuendos in my direction. I chuckle for him slightly, fake of course, but he doesn’t seem to notice. As we step across the walkway to the entrance of Master’s home a smirk began to reach the very corners of my mouth. Thinking of Master on the other side of the door, of what he was going to do with this piece of waste when he walked in, made me burst with love juices. My pussy throbbed hard for his hard cock to penetrate his pet, and we had not even got to the best part.
I reached for the brushed brass door handle furnished upon the heavy door painted red and gave it a turn. Slowly I pushed it open and held out my arm directing my pussy thirsty guest inside. I smiled from ear to ear, I was a good little pet, like a cat bringing home a dead bird to please it’s owner I brought mine home for my Master. He was dead already, he was just lucky to have a pulse.

Or were we the lucky ones…

Branching Out!

Accomplice phone sexI had to branch out ad find some new little sluts to babysit. So I put an ad on Craigslist. I know.. Who the fuck would hire some stranger off Craigslist to watch their little ones! It is like they were BEGGING me to make their little ones into sluts! And I am always ready to give someone what they want or deserve! Now the business is just pouring in! Last night I watched a sweet little piece of meat. She was so young and tender! I had her drugged and waiting when her parents left. She was so good to go. I let Mike have the fun. He ripped her little princess dress off and fucked her like a 2 dollar hooker. I am going to make a killing off this tape. And I loved watching that little piece of meat getting used like the slut she really is! The harder Mike fucked the whore the wetter I got! And when mike finally made that little slut his cum whore! I came so fucking hard!

Rape phone sex fantasies Langley’s Story

Rape phone sex fantasies

 

The Rape phone sex  fantasies are  awesome! Every time my daddy plummeted into my little cunt and made it seem real before coming to college I would say that.  What an idea to get my fix. I would do anything to feel good for a few seconds. I was trying so hard not to think about all the things that could happen to me or the why it would happen.  It was the matter of perspective  that it did happen  at all. I was so high most of the time in class I don’t know what was going on from one day to the next and  they say little ones shouldn’t be afraid of the boogie man! I was afraid more then you think and when he came  for me millions of miles away from  home .I tried to fight and too scream but nothing came out of  my mouth but a squeal.

      Quickly ,my hands and feet were tied and then mauled in the head by what was that a hook or brick?  No one could tell but I did feel  the rip of my skirt and my panties being pulled down and then the insertion of a needle or what was that metal hooks inside my little cunt. My legs were forced open and I felt the pressure of lips and teeth on my clit. I felt him spit out blood on to my face and I had to resist the urge to kick him. I would do anything and fuck anyone I had to  get the powder oh that powder would kill me but I didn’t care. His massive head sat at my fuzzy clit ripping it open with every thust. The blood that came from me did nothing to stop him from thrusting forward and pushing inside of me. I screamed but the words could not form in my throat.”You like that you are a filthy whore..” Taking a knife and cutting my skin off and then placing it in his mouth made me want to throw up. Blood seeped from me as his over-sized filling enveloped me. Turning me over, he put his hand near my ass and began to probe further with a needle. I was pass pain but I couldn’t say a word. Then I felt the piercing steel enter my flesh and him drinking my blood and then ….

     Have you seen this girl? My parents were canvassing the neighborhood looking for my remains I am sure by now. I had the brightest future of any of my pupils and I threw it all away for the sugar cane that went up my nose. He was coming for me and  I knew he would not stop until I was gone but it didn’t stop me from going and disappearing. My parents would never find me and him he would go back to his life my step daddy. My killer, who had held me  down and did these terrible things. But who  would believe it? The only evidence was this faded photograph and Rape fantasy phone sex tape that was destroyed by his accomplice. I was gone so will you call and retail my death things in after life can be sketchy and there is not a Damn thing I can do right now but maybe if you call you can!

Wounded Slut

violent phone sex langley (1)My pussy was burnt raw and I could imagine that by the looks of things I was not going to survive. I was one of those people that knew when death was coming and I just didn’t know how I was going to spin this tale. Could I start with my time in England before I was taken? No that would be too easy let’s just go back to the fuckers who had tied my ankles to hooks, and watched as the bones cracked in my legs. He used an ax blade to cut into them and the end of a rod was stuffed up my tiny little cunt. It was something that I knew would kill me one day. My flirtations with people I didn’t know. But I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon. He was coming and I could hear the hacksaw that was getting closer. I knew his ways very well. He would beat me with his fist and use that saw up my little ass cutting the flesh and pouring acid in the wounds.
He would then take down his pants and rub the blood all over his cock and put it in my mouth making me gag on the tip. If I threw up from the pressure of his cock he would use the five tail whip and lash it across my flesh and the sound would be heard in the air like a pounding hammer as it tore at my flesh.I don’t know why he liked using that five tail whip but from the stiff ridge of his cock it created such pleasure for him. Then his friends would take turns shoot darts on my tits and ripping my ass open with their bulging cocks. It was one of those things that I had grown accustomed to and it was one of those things that was allowing the darkness to fill up over my face and the world to become black.

Cold As Ice

torture sex karmaThe night was as dark as my heart. The clouds covered the light of the stars and the moon. The air was heavy with the impending storm and her body lay shivering, naked and afraid. The flames of the fire made light dance on her trembling cold flesh giving the illusion that she was dancing for me while tied to the slab. Dancing around her to the sound of the haunting music I had playing, Each time I touched her and felt her body shiver my cunt grew wetter. I could now hear the rumbling thunder in the distance, it was getting closer and soon the sky would open with the furry of the storm. That is what I waited for to begin the mutilation that I longed to inflict on her. I didn’t have to wait long for the furry that spurred me on. Lightening cracking all around me and thunder drowning the sound of her screams as I cut flesh from her body savoring it, uncooked and sweet while quenching my thirst with her thick hot blood before finally laying on top of her and writhing against her until I came hard. This morning she was stiff and cold, covered in blood laying on the slab with her eyes wide and still fixed in fear. What a shame I was hoping to inflict some mere pain and mutilation. But the thought of fucking her cold and lifeless body was just as arousing as I approached her and shoved my fingers deep in her cold pussy. Breakfast was served and I savored every bit of it.

Girl Scout Cookies and torture sex, what could be better?

torture sexDid you know that today is Girl Scouts Day? Well, it is and just knowing that has put me in the mood for cookies and and torture sex and maybe a little mayhem too. All I need to do is wait for the perfect opportunity, I’ve already seen several of the little cunts out walking door to door, it won’t be hard to get one of them inside my house and once they are inside, they won’t ever be leaving. I know just the little brat I want too, she is small and delicate with long curly brown hair and I want this one because she is very independent and always walks around the neighborhood all by herself. Once she finally gets here it will be easy to get her inside, she’s been here before and trusts me. I will take all of her cookies and offer her a nice cold drink, walking door to door is thirsty work after all, so I am quite sure that she will drink every drop. It will be drugged of course and once she is sleeping I will be able to do anything I want to her, isn’t that fabulous?

Frat to Kill Part III

violent phone sex langleyI was aching from the glass in my back and my legs were tied so strongly together that I couldn’t bear any weight on my legs when I was dragged down a flight of stairs. Pushing me over into a corner, the hood came off my head and I saw my date struggling to stand. A rope was placed around our necks and we were forced to stand on wooden blocks on the arches of heels. The glass that was forced so heavily in my pussy was making me turn red and oozing down in steady streams. My heated fleshed was burning from my tits being cut by a knife. I sniffled thinking of the things that he had did in the car.

While the car was in motion he had poked a dagger into my tits and was poking holes in with the glass. My lips and mouth were duck taped but that didn’t stop him from using the glass to cut shears into my pussy and yank my hair out with the shiny blade. Smelling my hair and placing it in his pocket, he continued cutting my tits and causing the blood to run deep almost purplish on the blade.
I knew I was going to die but I just didn’t know when. As the rope was tightened I felt the twist of a knife hitting my inner rectum causing me to release shit all over. Picking it up my head was pulled back and my mouth opened to taste it. The smell hit my nostrils and caused me to gag and try to vomit but I was pushed back up and lay in waiting for the next thing to come….

Layla’s Death Wish

violent phone sex layla.jMy Pussy was so raw and the blood dripped down from the beating this bastard had just given me. I don’t know how long I had been chained down here. But the one thing I did know was that while the bruises on my flesh were real I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to survive here. The gaping scars from the rope that inflicted my skin tore into my flesh and the warm blood was gushing of my pussy from the assault I just had taken.
One asshole had thrown acid on my back and used a knife to deepen the cuts. I thought piss and shit were the least of the worries in this hell hole but they came back with sponges and salt to rip away at the skin that was already open. One’s favorite game of torture was to put barb wire on my pussy and insert it forcing it so far up my breathing hole I could hardly breathe.
One of the little ones they brought for me to fuck used razor blades at my ass cutting the hole so deep and wide I could no longer shit any more. I tasted the blood from my mouth and one would kiss and spit on me. Saying “You like that you filthy little nigger whore don’t you?” I would cry and the snot would just build up on my cheeks as I felt the length of their cocks in my pussy stretching it wide while the rope was tightened around my neck. Using a garden hose, they would beat my head and legs letting the blood run onto the dirt floor. The little one would stand in the door with his dick in his hand stroking it and run towards me forcing it down my throat while the others stood in the back ground getting ready to piss on my open wounds. This I thought had to be the fun part as the rope would go further up my neck and my eyes bulged out and yet I did not have the strength to pull at the rope that was taken me to darkness.

Chainsaw Castration BandCamp with Venus

castration phone sex snuff filmsI’m not the girl next door type, unless of course you live next door to the Devil’s Rejects, then yes I am your crazy evil bitch next door. I’m what you would call a castration junkie. I love riding men of their junk, especially if its worthless or not used properly. I have said it before, there are a 100 ways to castrate a chap. Last week I shared my creation the Venus Penis Fly Trap, which not only takes balls clear off, but mangles cocks forever, rendering sexual predators powerless over their victims.

I have another fun way to get rid of useless appendages: chainsaw castration. In fact, every year I conduct a Chainsaw Castration Bandcamp, where I teach other women the art of  castration by chainsaw. Puts a sadistic twist on the “This one time at band camp” line. You would be surprised how many women pay good money to learn this art form. So men, if the woman in your life is fond of flannel  and Leatherface is her idol, use your junk for good, not evil, because likely she is a graduate of my Chainsaw Castration Bandcamp and is just looking for any reason to take your manhood literally.

torture phone sex castration assistanceI just schooled two new disgruntled housewives this week. Perhaps maybe even your wife? If you are unable to satisfy your wife sexually, and make no attempts to rectify that; maybe even make her think it’s her fault that you can’t get it up, then I would encourage chainsaw castration. If you like little boys and girls, and can’t control your proclivities, especially with your own offspring,  then I would encourage chainsaw castration. If you can only get off forcing yourself on a woman, even your wife, then I would encourage chainsaw castration. Oh, and if you are cruel to animals, then you are not a man, but some pansy ass coward who can’t pick a fair fight, therefore forfeiting your right to anything manly especially your pecker. In that case, I will personally use my own chainsaw, castrate the very thing you do not deserve, and feed it to the victim of your little man syndrome.

accomplice phone sex mutilationMy latest recruits showed so much enthusiasm and natural ability, that I have made them my chainsaw castration accomplices. Last week they each rid a man of his cumbersome genitalia. One was a dirty bird prone to spontaneous public masturbation on playgrounds. The other and ex boyfriend of mine with a broke down dick whom I discovered was running his mouth about how I couldn’t get his whiskey dick hard. You see, sometimes men pay me to castrate them because they are too weak to do what they know needs to be done. This was the case with the playground masturbator.  Sometimes wives pay me to do the work too unseemly for a suburban wife.  And, sometimes I just need to teach an asshat some respect for women.  This was the case with my worthless tiny dick loser of an ex. So, it was time to not just empower a few women to be castration junkies, but recruit a couple to help me with all the worthless peckers out there that need chopped off.  A castration junkie’s work is never done.