Category: Torture sex

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

Snuff Movies Make Me Money to Buy Coke

snuff moviesI make a lot of snuff movies. Maybe not so much make as star in. But I have a reputation among snuff makers as a no limits whore. I don’t complain. And I never beg anyone to stop. I take my beating and I please my director and collect my payment.  Although I often wish I was dead, I keep my eye on the prize which is the money I will receive to buy more coke.

I met a new director last week. Although he knew of me and my solid reputation, I did not know him. And I like to think I know most of the sadists in the seedy underworld of snuff porn. So, when I meet one, I do not know, I always worry I might not survive the film. But then I think about the coke, or the director gives me some primo blow and common since goes out the window, LOL.

And that’s what happened with this guy. He coked me up so much that I lost all sense of reason. His shit was good too. The premise of his film involved a kidnapped suburban housewife who gets herself sold in a slave auction to the highest bidder. The director wanted me looking sophisticated, so his makeup woman gussied me up. Now, I figured if he had a makeup girl, he likely was a legitimate snuff director.

My Need for Coke Will Kill Me One Day

However, that was not the case. It appeared to all be a rouse. There was no costar with me. The director bought me and used me. Sodomized my ass with his fists and cock. As well as some things never meant for the lass like a hammer. He called me a dumb bitch. And I suppose that’s true because I got lost in his coke and never questioned how he knew me.

And for my stupidity, I almost died. He beat me. Kicked me and tried to drown me too. But I am a seasoned druggy whore. All I did was act like I was too fucked up to fight him as he tried to drown me. I went limp, but I fooled him. And I grabbed the hammer and whacked him in the nuts.

 I ran out of that warehouse as fast as I could and started screaming as I hit the sidewalk. However, I barely escaped with my life. I just know my need for coke will kill me one day. Not the coke itself, but the snuff sex situations I get myself into for the promise of coke will kill me one of these days.

Killer phone sex with Keisha and Chuckie the Killler Simp!

Killer phone sex is what we are going to have tonight. I love watching slasher films, it’s something about watching someone fight for their life that makes my pussy wet. I’ve had this certain fantasy I’ve wanted to play out, hopefully your down. It’s going to go like this. I’m home alone, my parents are away on business.

Killer phone sex

I live in a big glass house in the woods. You can see my every move no matter where I am in the house. You’re watching me right now and I’m in my kitchen talking on the phone in bra and panties. You’re in the woods stroking your cock, but once you realize that I’m alone, you decide you want to feel the real thing.

You make your way to my house and notice a back door to the home is open and you walk right in.

By this time, I’ve made my way to the room. I’m in my bed, with my big tits out and my fingers in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. You bust into my room and you’re wearing a Chuckie mask with a machete in your hand!  Your run towards me ready to attack!

I get up and jump, still naked, and I’m able to shimmy around you and run down the hall. I run down the stair and into my kitchen. As I’m running, you catch up to me and grab me by my hair and drag me back upstairs to my room.

I’m kicking and fighting you. You swipe legs to stop me from kicking, but I just start hitting you and punching you harder. I’m screaming and begging you not to kill me, begging you for my life! You’re getting annoyed by my screaming, and you stab me in my neck. You stand over me and look at my limp body and realize you think I’m attractive when I’m bleeding. You start stabbing me all over my body.

My tits, my stomach, my legs, all over. I’m painted red. You look down and your dick is hard as a rock. You get down and stuff your throbbing cock into my stiffening pussy and you cum all over my dead body when you’re done!

Now wasn’t that Knife play phone sex so hot?

Beg for Torture Sex You Will Get More Than You Bargined For

torture sexHe begged for torture sex. And you never need to beg me to hurt a bitch. It is my pleasure to carve a guy or a woman or even a brat up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Todd met me online. I have a handle called Dark Angel on the Dark net. I am a dark angel of death. Pain and torture too. Cock and ball torture excites me. I make a decent living at it too. But some days, I feel generous and do it for free.

Todd experienced an almost free castration. He hired me to torture him. We agreed I could mutilate his body if I left his cock and balls alone. For some reason he seemed proud of his junk. But to me it was nothing impressive at all. And I would have abided by his rules if he had not seemed so proud of a worthless dick.

What is the obsession with your junk? I mean I know men beat off a lot. Even when they have a woman in their lives. But to hold so much value in something worthless just begs for castration phone sex if you ask me. So, after I tied Todd up and cut his flesh up, I decided to cut off his balls. I told him it was a free add on for being such a small dick wonder. If his dick measured 4-inches, I would have been surprised.

If You Want Me to Torture You, Consider Me Ready

I put a ball gag in his mouth, so I did hot need to hear him bitch about his precious dick and balls. I promised him no woman thought his dick was the Holy Grail of cocks. And I took the balls off slowly with a razor blade to prolong his agony. Once I had one nut removed, I used that severed ball as the gag in his mouth. What can I say? I am a sadist.  It brought me pleasure to see him choking on his ball. Since they appeared small like his dick, when I cut the other nut off, I put that in his mouth too.

Although I thought about taking his worthless dick too, leaving it will be a constant reminder that he is no man. He is just lucky I did not make him a snuff porn star. But I took the wind out of his sails. He will never beat off or fuck again. And he will never procreate. And that is a win for everyone.

Sex with dead bodies makes Master pour out cum

Sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodies is essential in a lot of Necromancy rituals. One of my Master’s favorite is, Rosa Mortis Infectum. Every new moon, he scours the town for the purest, sweetest, most innocent thing he can find, and then he brings her back to his lair to sacrifice.

I have to hold her down while he fucks her virginal pussy until it’s bloody and raw. With each thrust, he grunts and groans, and I can feel his hot load filling that poor,  little hole. I hold on to her tighter, trying not to let her thrashing and screaming get to me, as my master delivers the final blow.

With one punch, he plucks out her cervix and brings it to the altar, where he burns it with the sacred flame. I watch as the flesh sizzles and burns, and I can’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement run through me. After all, I know what’s coming next.

Since I am my master’s slave, I have to submit to his will, and when he tells me to eat it, I do so without hesitation. It’s not the most pleasant taste, but I know it’s part of the ritual, and I’ll do anything to please my master.

I become his conduit to the other side. I am the connection to all the girls who have found death, and I can feel their spirits screaming and clawing at me from the depths of the underworld. I’m grateful that it doesn’t last forever, they start to fade out after a while.

Although, it is really exhausting how much he takes advantage of it. He fucks every single girl he’s snuffed but it’s still my holes. This goes beyond Blasphemy sex and My pussy gets so much abuse.

To seal the ritual my Master bends me over and pounds my pussy on top of her little corpse. He covers me in her gore as he jackhammers his cock into me.  He coats my pussy in three  loads of cum, and spits in my face. Once he pulls out his cock the voices start. Their whispers turns my blood cold every time.

As I lay there, spent and exhausted, their whispers turn to screams. That’s because they have become aware of where they are and who brought them back. They are at their loudest in the beginning. With the snap of his fingers he brings any girl he wishes into me and the Torture sex continues. 

Fantasy Phone Sex with My Boy Makes Me wish I Was Dead

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex leaves me beaten and sore. At least it does with my son. He loves his dumb whore of a mother though. He came to visit me over the weekend, and I am still recuperating. However, he makes it worth my while when he leaves me with a huge bag of coke. Mommy’s medicine helps her endure the pain.

When he arrived, I greeted him in stripper heels and fishnet thigh highs. Nothing else. And I looked like a stick figure with fun bags. That would be because of my cocaine diet. I remembered to take my teeth out. But my prolapse always hangs out now. Since I am my son’s private ass porn star, it just dangles out my ass like a turkey waddle.

My boy let me do a few bumps before he explored his rape phone sex fantasies. He groped my prolapse which he always does. However, this time, he has his hand covered in Icy Hot. Boy did that burn.  But I buried my face in the bowl of coke and suddenly did not feel a thing.

My Son Enjoys Brutalizing Mommy’s Shitter

He skull fucked me next. Spit in my face too. Good thing I took my teeth out or he would have punched them out for me. When I needed more coke, he made me crawl to the bowl like a starving animal. But mostly, he pulled me by my prolapsed ass like I was a Roomba. He managed to pull my asshole out and measured it at 8-inches. It served as a leash of sorts for him. My shit pipe belongs to my son. My entire body belongs to him too.

rape phone sex fantasiesHe fucked my prolapse like it was a cock sleeve. I guess in a way it was just that. He benched pressed me with my asshole dangling down like a pull cord. Suddenly, he tossed me across the room. I heard the chimes loudly as I tried to stand up. His fans love watching him brutalize his mommy whore. I bounced off the floor and the walls, but the chimes intensified.

He punched me in the face a few times avoiding my sniffer. See, I told you my boy loves me. Why else would he protect my nose. I need it to sniff my medicine. When he asked his fans at home on a scale of 1 to 10, how hard he should beat me, I knew I was in trouble. So, I begged for another toot and braced myself for impact. Nonstop tipping dings as he beat my body black and blue. He even took a broom and racked it across my tits leaving a big mark.

Beat Your Mommy Whore Black and Blue

Pretty certain he bruised my esophagus with the rough skull fucking too. He used zipties on my boobs and a glimpse of myself in the mirror showed signs of bruising and welts forming all over my battered body. When he had me pull my cunt lips wide, I knew he planned on fisting me. Ouch. He took turns fisting my whore cunt and my prolapsed ass. Again, the chimes of tips poured in.

I saw him slip on the brass knuckles after he fisted me. And I braced myself for more pain. He punched my prolapsed asshole like he was Mike Tyson. But we did not end our time together with that. He put a plastic bag over my head which restricted my breathing.  While I struggled to breathe, he treated me worse than an ass rape porn star.

He pounded my shitter and my head while wearing brass knuckles. I am just fuck meat. And my boy brutalized my old holes and body for shits and giggles. But he never kills his cash cow. But he does make me wish I was dead sometimes. I am going to need more plastic surgery. He busted one of my tits again.

Teen Rape porn Star Keisha gets forced at the library!

Teen rape porn is part of my everyday life. I get taken advantage of constantly, today events were quite interesting though and actually accidental but man my pussy hasn’t never been fucked so good. So what happened was I was in the library, and I was in a corner to myself because I needed to study for an exam. I had drunk a lot of water that day, so I was up and down going to the bathroom while I was there. On my way back to my corner, the librarian tells me I need stay in my seat or he will give it away. I roll my eyes and tell the librarian fuck you loser and laugh. I don’t take the guy seriously, he’s a little man. Like a real life midget.

Teen rape porn

I guess he wasn’t having it with my disrespect today, because next thing I know I got this little mother fucker chasing in behind me. I couldn’t believe what was happening and oddly no one was around to save me. I was running too fast so to catch up with me, he threw a book at my foot, and I tripped and fell into a bookshelf and hit the floor.

The little man stood over me and forced his cock into my mouth. I tried to close and even tried to bite him, but he punched me in the head and pried my mouth open with his hands and filled my throat with his midget dick. He got little baby dick hard and then forced me to have some anal torture sex. He fucked my ass until it was bleeding, and I was creaming out of my pussy hole. I didn’t know whether to beg him to stop or to keep going. My pussy was wet but the more he filled my ass, I just kept getting wetter. He pulled his wittle dick out of my pussy and came all over my face!

Torture phone sex with Fiona

                Does torture phone sex get you rock hard the way it soaks my panties? I love the pain and excitement of torture, and I would love to tell you a story of my last experience. It happened to me, not something I did to someone else.

                I was walking down the street, looking for a good fuck. I was wearing a short miniskirt, halter top and boots. I probably looked like a tramp, but I didn’t care. Before I knew what was happening, I walked past an alley way and was grabbed from behind. I started kicking and screaming as I was dragged down, while people were watching and doing nothing to stop it.

                I was thrown down on my back, held down and choked out. The first hooded man lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties. He shoved his fingers inside my wet pussy, one at a time, until all five fingers were inside me up to his knuckles. It hurt so bad, but I wanted more.

                After he was done with his hand, he lifted me up and threw me against the wall by my throat again. He undid his pants and pulled out his dick. It was by far the thickest cock I had ever seen before. He didn’t even wait as he shoved his cock inside me next.

                He thrusted over and over until he pulled out and came all over my face and tits. He wouldn’t let me clean myself off either. He wanted me walking the streets in his dried up cum, claiming me like the whore I am.

Torture phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Death Wishes Come True with Me

snuff phone sexUsually when I get snuff phone sex calls, I am the victim or the accomplice. But Gerard wanted a sexy blonde bimbo snuffing him out. He seemed more enlightened than most of the men who I encounter on my phone line or in the club. Gerard told me his cock measured around 3-inches erect. That’s worthless to any woman. But this guy has a good income. Likely he could find some gold digger who values money more than sexual pleasure.

But I had no problem being in the driver’s seat since I am a sexy switch. Like most men, he simply lacks the balls to off himself. So, he needs a bitch to make him a snuff porn star. No skin off my nose if some small dick loser wants to die. One less small dick loser in the world, right?

If You Have a Death Wish, I Can Make it Cum True

Since I had my choice on how to kill him, I thought about it for a few minutes. And I decided to suffocate him with my hot ass and cunt. What a way to go, right? As I sat on his face, I slapped his dick and balls too. He had no choice but to lick and eat my pussy and ass. By the time his little dick and tiny balls turned bright red, I started to reduce his airway more. It is easy to do when you are tall and have great legs. I closed my thighs against his head to suffocate him.

And I could feel him struggling under my weight as I squeezed my legs like a boa constrictor.  I felt powerful.  Perhaps, too powerful. Killing a man can be an intoxicating feeling. Although he did fight me, I just squeezed my long nails into his ball sack. And that took the wind out of his sails. And before long he died from suffocation phone sex. My pussy dripped all over his dead body. It feels good to be a snuff princess. Maybe you can die next?

Torture sex for cocky pricks like my uncle is what I give them

When you have been part of Torture sex for so long, your body craves it. Sometimes I want to get it, sometimes I want to give it. Last night I was in the mood to torture a fuck boy. The ones who think they are so cool and can say anything they want and think they have a great fuck tool. When in real life they can’t even last long enough to make a woman feel good.  Lucky for me they go to the bar by my house.  I dress sexy with my tits out. Plus, I had a secret little pill to be able to get them to submit. 

“You look like a hottie who needs a good fucking” he said to me as I turned around. He looked like every prick who thinks he is hot shit. So, I slipped something in his drink. Just I thought he downed his drink and asked to come to my place. When we got there, he started to fade as he grabbed my ass. “Wake up you pathetic bitch” I said as I slapped him to wake up. When his eyes opened, he could see he was naked and tied up to my bed face down.

“Men like you make me sick; you remind me of my uncle” I say as I start to pull some toys out. I even grabbed my wooden bat. “I hate my uncle; he is a sadistic perv. ” I continued on as I lubed up my biggest dildo. “You thought you were going to get to fuck me” I laughed as I showed him by big toy cock. Without wasting a second, I rammed it up his ass. You tried to scream but I had stuffed my panties in your mouth.

Torture sex

I rammed my dildo inside you just like my uncle did when he would fulfill his Rape phone sex fantasies with me. I could see tears flowing down your face just like the flood down your legs. “If I had a real cock, you would be getting filled up” I moan as I start to fuck myself to me torturing your ass. All I could picture is all the sluts that were fucked this hard by force until they went limp. Finally, my cunty squirted. I didn’t even notice you passed out. Just need to figure out what to do with you before you wake up.