Ever since I was a little girl, pain and torture have intrigued me. Watching my father beat my mother probably had something to do with it. He would beat her for hours, busting her nose, lips, biting her breasts, and making her scream. Afterward, they would have loud make-up sex. I’d hear her screaming for him to hit her, that she deserved it. They’d fuck so loud that our ratty old trailer would shake. Sometimes I masturbated to the sounds.
By the time I was in my late teens, I, too, had become a victim of violence. My boyfriend was a druggie who would force me to do drugs and then beat me unconscious. I associated brutality with love, for that was all I had known. Just a simple slap or arm twist would make my pussy leak through my panties.
One night, my BF brought this new man home. He told me that I was expected to cater to his whims and do as I was told. He said he was making money and I was a worthless slut who needed to work.
The man, only known as Master D, was a sadistic bastard. He got off on hearing a woman scream and beg. The things he did to me that night are beyond mention. He drugged, gagged, raped, and tortured me. He made me lick his shitty hole and pissed on my face.
My boyfriend stayed quietly in the corner, just out of sight, jerking off as I was demeaned and beaten. I could tell that he enjoyed the show. My pussy started throbbing a bit as he beat welts onto my back. Never before had I felt so alive and turned on. I screamed louder and that seemed to inflame him more.
Finally, Master D was ready to cum. He took a plastic bag, and despite my begging, placed it over my head. “You are a worthless cunt and you deserve to die.” he rasped. My breath was cut short as he tied the bag tightly around my throat. The world was spinning as he slammed his monster cock viciously into me, tearing my flesh. My pussy begin to pulse as my oxygen level dropped. My back arched, my legs kicked.
Without warning, I was wracked by a massive orgasm that made me suck the plastic tighter over my face. At the same time, I felt his beefy cock begin to pulsate deep within me. He roared like an evil beast, pulling his cock from my bloody hole and spewed his load all over the plastic bag. My world went black.
I awoke several hours later to find my boyfriend standing over me. He smiled wickedly, his erect cock in hand, as he gazed upon my broken body.
Now I knew my real worth and I was ready to be the worthless slut, just like my mama.
Category: Torture sex
Bagged Pussy
Killer Torture Sex Trophies
Most girls grow up idolizing singers and actresses, even athletes. Not me. I was always fascinated by serial killers. Did you know most serial killers keep souvenirs of their kills? Little trophies to help them relive the moment. Serial killers even give their trophies as gifts to loved ones or family members. Anatoly Onoprienko kept the underwear of 52 victims in the Ukraine. Ahmad Suradji killed 42 chicks in Eastern Europe and kept their saliva. Ted Bundy sometimes kept the heads of his pretty victims. Elizabeth Bathoy, a 16th century Countess linked to over 600 brutal torture sex deaths, kept some of her victims blood. And of course we all know that Jeffrey Dahmar kept the genitals of his dead dinner guests.
From body parts to jewelry to clothing, the world’s worst murderers, my heroes, have kept trophies. I’m a sadist. I don’t always kill for sexual pleasure. Sometimes it is for sport, sometimes money, sometimes opportunity, sometimes to teach a lesson, sometimes because an annoying fuck has exceeded his or her tolerance level with me. Whatever my motive at the time, my heroes have taught me to take tokens. I am not as random in my souvenir taking as I am with my killings. I love to take balls. I appreciate the twisted mind of Dahmer, so I keep them in a lobster pot on the stove, just like he did. I, however, don’t eat them. I make my female victims devour them in a sick game of “Would You Rather?” You see, if a worthless cunt has the choice between eating the testicles of a dead asshat or dying a painful death, she always selects option one. There is no integrity in that, so she dies regardless. I have spared the life of a couple bitches who stood their ground: no eating human rocky mountain oysters under any circumstance. In the face of death, folks show their true nature. Desperate people with no principles, no personal code of ethics, don’t deserve to live.
Just last week I took the balls of a stupid fuck I saw kick a dog. I may be a sadistic bitch, but I pick a fair fight. I put on some steel toed Doc Martins and kicked him in his worthless balls till he was puking up blood. “How does it feel to be kicked loser,” I asked as I channeled my inner David Beckham on his groin. Crying ass pansy. I strapped him to this old electric chair I got at a prison auction, chopped his balls off first, then his pecker which I stuffed in his mouth as I slit his throat. I pissed on the bloody stump that use to contain his tally whacker and masturbated as I squeezed his balls in my hand watching him bleed out. The next morning, I had a contract kill scheduled for a cheating whore gold digging wife. As she was chomping on his severed balls, my little trophy, in a worthless attempt to save her life, I asked her how her douche bag boyfriend’s testicles tasted. The expression on her face was priceless. Almost as good as the expression when she realized I was going to kill her anyway. “Maybe you can keep your whore legs crossed in hell, bitch,” I giggled as I stabbed her cheating cunt with a 12 inch serrated blade until she no longer twitched. I don’t usually take trophies from female victims, but it was kind of poetic justice that I had her boyfriend’s dead balls, well one ball, she ate the other one. So, I took her worthless clit. In an old cigar box on my mantle I have the ball and clit of dead stupid lovers. Who says I am not a romantic?
Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Death by Exsanguination
I saw her staring at me all night. Beautiful dark goddess. The way she looked at me consumed me with naughty thoughts. My pussy got so wet from her gaze. She looked like she could own me. I wanted her to own me. Normally, I am only submissive to men, but there was something so mesmerizing, so intoxicating about her, that I knew I would do whatever she wanted. She bought me a drink. We went into a VIP room at the club.
No words were ever exchanged. I saw the BDSM equipment adorning the walls of the room. I gave myself up willingly to her. Arms extended, head bowed, I fell to my knees and kissed her feet, slowly working my lips all the way up her perfect body. He skin was alabaster white and cool to the touch. She collared me. Yanked me up by a chain. She escorted me to a chair where she strapped me in. Looked like a flogging chair. I wanted her to beat me. She sniffed my hair, my neck; she seemed to be drinking in my scent.
She spread my legs. I was excited beyond my imagination at the thought of her eating my pussy. Then suddenly, I felt a sting followed by a warm cascading sensation. I must of peed myself in excitement. I felt cold, however. The warm sensation of earlier was gone. She stood up from between my legs covered in blood, my blood. She bit my femoral artery. I was bleeding out, not slowly either. I could feel myself getting weaker, colder. Yet somehow I was aroused. Nipples erect, clit hard.
She kissed me with my blood on her lips. The only thing I ever said to her was, “Bite me.” He mouth opened wide and I saw the fangs. Pretty white razor sharp fangs bit into my external carotid artery. Blood gushed out my neck. Two small bite marks would drain me faster of all my blood than 100 stab wounds. I guess I need to be careful who I pick up in a bar.
Mommy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Rape phone sex fantasies are a great way to work through your mommy issues! My son sure is fond of force fucking me. We had a nice little family party to celebrate America’s birthday. I was wearing a festive bikini. He invited a few friends over, but as soon as I started serving drinks and snacks, the boys got rough with me. They started chanting whore over and over again. Tore my bikini off. Slammed me down on the lawn and circle jerked on my face. One boy had his foot on my throat so I could not move. Cum soon flew out of cocks onto my face with force. They are young, so they were hard again in no time.
Ass rape porn was the next round. They shoved beer bottles in my ass until their cocks were hard again. My son even broke off one of the bottles and fucked me with it while threatening to slice my clit off if I made any sudden movements. Once cocks were working again, two , three at a time got crammed up my butt. My son’s friends tag teamed my ass, while he skull fucked my mouth. They weren’t high, not even particularly drunk. They just felt like treating me like a fuck pig. They look at me as a worthless whore for their pleasure and amusement only. They refused to wear condoms. It is my son’s hope to knock his pig mommy up so I will bore him a much younger playmate.
For hours I was a cum dumpster for my son and his friends. By the time they were done, I looked like a volcano of jizz had exploded on me. So many loads of batter in me, no doubt I got knocked up. My future daughter won’t stand a chance in this household. Would she stand a chance with you?
Pussy Torture
My car broke down and I needed a little extra money for repairs so I was looking for a way to make a quick buck.
So I found this guy who wanted to tape me talking about sex for a hundred dollars.
When I got there, the room was empty except for this giant bird cage and a table covered with different tools and candles.
I heard the door lock behind me and a voice called out from the darkness and ordered me to remove my clothes.
I did as I was told and then he tossed some chains and cuffs at my feet and ordered me to put them on and get in the cage.
I was starting to think this was a bad idea! Then someone came up from behind me and slammed me to the ground and chained me up before he threw me in the cage!
He told me that this was going to hurt but at anytime, all I had to do was say the safe word and he would stop. Then he stuffed a ball cock in my mouth!
He lit a few candles but I still could not see his face. As he dripped hot wax on my cunt, I realized the candles were not for mood lighting!
It stung like hell and he was enjoying my pain!
The more I whimpered, the harder he got!
Then He snuffed it out by shoving the burning end deep in my wet fuck hole!
I knew he was getting off on my screams because he stopped the pussy torture long enough to fuck my mouth with his massive hard cock!
He came all over my face and I thought he was done but he was just getting started!
He spent the entire afternoon whipping my bruised pussy, prodding it with a taser, burning it with a hot fire poker!
In between each round of torture he would rape my mouth and cum all over my face.
I must have passed out from the pain because I woke up I was sitting in a puddle of thick chunky dick snot and there was a man standing in front of me with a hose!
He started spraying me down like I was some muddy car! The water was so powerful, I thought it would peel the skin off my body!
I would have asked him to let me go but I still had the gag in my mouth. But he wasn’t done with me.
No, today he was going to torture my ass!
I don’t think I am going to get out of here alive!
Murderlicious, Fuckalicious and Delicious
I love honey barbecue! I love having a nice roasting fire and the smell of flesh cooking. I was feeling Murderlicious and well horny at the same time. And after hours of hunting for the perfect meal I had an amazing idea! I had the hog in the trunk, and I got a craving for BBQ. I brought her home, pulled her out of the trunk. Got her into the bathtub to wash her. She was too big for the kitchen sink.
As I was washing the mud off her body she started waking up, Her bright blue eyes got wide as she looked up at me. She was confused, still had a strong amount of drugs in her. I helped her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I sat her down in a brass tub, gave her another shot of extra strong pain killers. She was sleepy again, She fell asleep as I poured honey all over her body. I laid her slender body down in the brass tub and poured more honey on-top of her. Making sure she was covered. I would let her lay there, covered in honey suffocating in the thick sweet bath she is in. I will let her marinate over night. In the morning I will Chop her up into pieces and slow roast her over the day. I’m not sure I can wait that long!
Angie’s Ass Rape Porn
Mary has been a good slave to me for many years. I got her when she was just a wee one and she learned at an early age that her sole purpose in life was to please her Mistress in any and all things. If she failed me in any way she was punished swiftly and severely. She has gotten so good at serving me that she can now anticipate my needs and desires before I even know I have them. This efficiency has cause me to grow weary of her. Ten months ago I asked my friend if she would be willing to sell her large, strong, well behaved, black man servant for stud service.
She agreed and I calculated Mary’s ovulation period with precise accuracy before paying for and breeding the two of them. My friend and I feasted and drank while they copulated night after night on the floor in front of us. I now have a new young servant that I will train as well. In the mean time Mary must care for this brat so I have to find another servant temporarily. In order to pay for that I have decided to make an ass rape porn with Mary as the star and her wee one in the background. In preparation I have flogged Mary’s sweet white ass very well and written instructions on her ass. This glorious picture will be the opening to my film. Now for the real fun…..filming her abuse and then selling the film on line so that I can buy a temporary servant to do her bidding.
Burn Bitch!
That fucking little bitch down the road has GONE to damn far. She has always copied me.. followed me. Wants to be wild like me. But she is just a preppy little bitch that has no clue how dark I am. I have my favorite tattoo artiest and lover. Jean. I have been seeing Jean for damn year 3 years off and on. And when that fucking bitch caught on to it she started the same old shit! Angelina thinks she can just take over my life. Copy my hair. My tattoos. Even my furniture and my clothes! Everyone says I should be fucking flattered. That it is the truest form of flattery. And I could ignore most of it. She is but a nuisance. But then she went after Jean. Started telling all kinds of fucked up lies about me… Now Jean doesnt want to play with me. That Fucking bitch went to fucking far. So I did what any good bitch would do. I broke into her house and shoved my panties down her throat. I tied that bitch up and went to town. I let her know what I am REALLY like. I started peeling her skin off of her. I used my small scalpel. I peeled her like a fucking grape. Slowly. I fucking loved the fear in her eyes. She pissed on herself when I told her I was going to kill her. After I peeled her skin off… I poured salt all over her! I let her burn for a while. Then I set her on fire. Burn in hell bitch!
Medieval Torture Sex: Weapons of Destruction
Torture sex is my favorite. I know it is hard to believe, but I am a glutton for punishment. A total pain slut. I’m attracted to cruel dominant men. I’m not talking spankings or even floggings or cannings. I want to experience serious pain; come inches to dying; need medical assistance. I can’t have an orgasm without pain. I have my own collection of weapons that Masters sometimes have to be encouraged to use on me because they are deadly.
I recently procured a medieval spiked mace and sword. Nice addition to my collection. It is very menacing, very deadly if used correctly. The problem is that I can’t use it on myself. I knew just the man who would. I called Master Louis. He came right over. The thought of hurting me had his dick rock hard. He is a twisted mother fucker who loves destroying the looks of hot bitches. When I showed him my new toy, I mean weapon, he practically salivated .
We went to my basement. He laid down plastic and strung me up. With glee in his eyes, he began to spin the mace balls. One shot to the stomach and it was an instant blood fest. The spikes ripped my flesh. He hit me several more times with it. I could feel the blood pouring out of me. I was turned on by the pain. The plastic beneath me was covered in my blood. Looked like a snuff porn had been filmed. Aroused by the blood. I wanted him to hit me in the face with it, but he was too much of a wuss. I taunted him, called him a coward and finally, one of the spiked balls hit me in the jaw. That was the last thing I remember before waking up in the ER.
I’m healing up nicely. But it is only a matter of time before someone else tortures me. Maybe it will be you?