Category: Torture sex

The Perfect Accomplice

medical fettish angieVenus was the perfect accomplice for my plan. she loves butchery and this was going to be the ultimate in butchery with a touch of medical fetish and knife play. I have wanted to do this for the longest time, I just never had a solid plan before. Now that I do, I can’t stop the cunt from twitching and squirting. I am finally going to accept the fucking weasels invitation to dinner. After dinner on the way back to my place I am going to drug his stupid ass and Venus will be waiting for us to arrive. Once we get him in the house and the drug has taken effect we will restrain him on the steel table that I have set up. I thought about creating his transformation while he was awake and relishing in the sounds of his screams of pain and agony, however I think this way will be fun too. While he is asleep we are going to preform an at home, amateur, gender reassignment surgery. We are going to remove his dick and balls and leave him with a make shift cunt. We are going to give him tits. I don’t know what we will use to build these boobs but we will find something. When we are done we will release him and position him sitting up in front of a mirror naked and wait for him to wake up. We will be watching as he slowly regains consciousness and realizes that his body has been mutilated. Watching his horrified reaction will be the final pay off that makes us cum.torture phone sex venus

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2 girl phone sexIt’s not easy finding a girl who loves receiving and giving all the taboo torture you can think about…luckily you found me. Imagine the pleasure you will get out of watching the life slowly drain from my body, feel my pussy explode all over your cock shoved deep inside of me…only to stop right before it’s too late. I love that shit, and I want more. Surprised? Hmm, let me show you how into this I really am…we just need a dumb, pathetic girl…I’ve got one in mind.  It’s not that hard to pick one up these days either, so when I bring home this innocent looking bitch, its play time. Lacey claims to be so holy, she claims to be so innocent; this fucking cunt even claimed she was a virgin. I don’t believe this whore a bit, and she deserves the ultimate torture that we can deliver. I love when they beg and plead, struggle, cry and scream. It only turns me on more when those bitches cry as they slurp up all my wet juices. She will be degraded; humiliated and forced to feel pain she has never before experienced. And I will make that stupid whore tell us how much she loves it and how she wants to be punished…and oh she will. This is turning me on so much…watching the blood trickle all over her, dirt and cum on her face and in her hair… oh this skank wasn’t lying she really WAS a virgin…past tense now. It was great watching her take her first cock, she bled so much and we made her suck his cock clean of this nasty bitch’s blood. Just wait for the grand finale…when she cums as she watches her life flash before her no longer innocent eyes. But for now, I will play, I will torture, and I will continue to inflict pain until she begs for it all to end…just like they always do. Wanna play with me tonight? 

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Torture sex and hardcore rape porn fantasies

torture sexOh my favorite of all… the forced, the unwilling… the hardcore rape porn fantasies. Let’s make that fantasy come true now shall we? There’s no time to waste, she’ll be out of class soon. She is so dumb, always walking alone on these deserted streets almost every night! She won’t be making it home tonight… no she won’t be turning in her homework – ever. This will be easy, I won’t even have to sneak up on her… these girls always think because I’m a female I’m harmless, but we all know it’s quite the contrary. She will only need a whiff of this cloth or maybe I’ll feel more violent and hit her just right on the back of the head. She’ll be down in seconds without any struggle at all. Oh, but she’ll struggle later when she awakes rest assured. She’ll wake up all tied up, naked and completely exposed. She’ll try to scream but I’ve already got something stuffed in there…not your cock just yet. She will begin to cry and pull against her ties but she isn’t going anywhere. This body is so fresh, so innocent and untouched. I’ve landed us a virgin…mmm as rare as a unicorn. It might take some physical force but soon she will be obedient and our dream sex slave. I’ll soon have her begging to be fucked, begging for your cock, begging to cum and begging to taste my pussy. But for now she must be forced. She’ll try to push away as you shove and force your cock into that tight little pussy, she’ll cry as she bleeds, but she won’t be able to resist the way it feels as you fill her all up with your hot sticky cum. And what better way to end this then to have her suck your cock clean of her blood, her cum, and your cum? Ahh yes, and this is just the beginning…

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Near Death Torture Sex

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There is nothing worse than the days that I have to sit caged or tied up in the basement alone and in silence. I hate the things that Mater has done to me, and I hate the way that he makes me feel emotionally. But I would rather endure hours of torture sex than nothing at all. I sat in the dark and cold and cried. I cried but my tears never showed up or drizzled down the sides of my face. I was so thirsty and so hungry but like the slut I was I craved the touch of Master. My wishes came true as he showed up at the top of the stairs. He had me pinned down in a device so that I could only turn my head up to look at the once empty stair case. He came down and undid the shackles. He attached the lease to my collar and began to walk me up the stair. I crawled on my hands and knees, my eyes closed as the bright light of the sun hit my eyes. The air smelled amazing against my skin. He led me into the bathroom where the tub was full of water and ordered me to get in.
It was ice cold and made me lose my breath; he held my head under the water. I gripped my hands onto the edge and began to fight and kick to get my way out. When he allowed me to come up I gasped for breath, the air stinging my lungs. He did it again, this time I got a little bit more air before submersion. When he lifted me I went to gasp for air to be met not with air but the thrust of his cock into my throat hole. I gagged on it and tried to pull free needing air to invade my lungs again. He released me and I got a half a breath of air before he shoved me back under. I screamed into the water, he was trying to kill me, this was it, I was no longer useful to him. I let one last bubble escape from my lung and felt my body begin to slip. Slowly my mind faded and the world began to blur.
I woke up to a huge pain and coughed up access water out of my lungs and all over the soft carpet under my hands. I could hear him grunting as he plowed into my ass hole.

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My body still limp beneath the grasp of his hands on my hips. I tried to prop myself up, the room spinning he reached up and wrapped my wet hair around his hands yanking it firmly in his hand. My whimpered as I could feel some of the roots uplift from the follicles in my scalp. My pussy began to throb as he inserted something into it as he continued to rip my ass hole wide open with the force of his dick. I whimpered and cried for him to stop, it was too much but I was only met with a fist to the back of the head. I passed out again. When I woke up I lay in the same place. I reached to my throbbing pussy, the pain was almost unbearable. I looked at the blood coating my finger tips and then went for another feel. I felt something in me, and removed it. It hurt so badly, when I held it to my face I cried and rolled over into the fetal position laying it on the ground. It was a broken beer bottle. I sobbed, trying to stay quiet, Master has stuffed my pussy with a broken beer bottle and I could not believe it. Maybe he no longer cared of me at all, I wanted to die there, before it got any worse.

The Notebook and Torture Sex

torture sex killer knife playTorture Sex makes me wet. Ever since I was a young girl watching slasher and horror films I knew that I would never be a Nicolas Sparks kind of chick. In fact, his movies, like “The Notebook,” make me homicidal. I lost a bet when that movie came out. I was just a teen school girl then, a goth girl with few friends, much like today. After the movie, I wanted to punch kittens and stuff, but I like animals way too much, so I took my aggression out on some pussy instead. There was this insipid girl sitting behind me in the theater. Perfect hair; perfect nails; perfect boyfriend; perfect bitch.

I followed her after the show, until I knew she was alone. Drugged her with some chloroform, dragged her back to my place, threw her in the basement and waited for her to wake up to play. I had her naked on a table, bright lights blinding her. I had my own private torture chamber. I still do, just now it has grown, become even a darker, more twisted place. I affixed mouse traps to her pussy lips and pulled them as far to the side as I could.  I had fun sticking hat pins in her clit; fucking her with metal rods; burning her cunt with cigarettes…. The best was jabbing her uterus with an ice pick. To say it made me hot to ruin her girl parts would be a gross understatement.  I was wet, but I wanted to get off harder. I put a chain around her neck and rigged it so there would be a chain hook attached to her worthless pussy too.Mutilation phone sex torture pornAs I hoisted her in the air, the chain pulled and tugged at her clit, eventually yanked it right off. Blood spurted from a hole that was once associated with pleasure. Her screams, her tears, her blood got me so wet that I had to touch myself. I came so hard knowing I had mutilated her junk. The more she pleaded and begged and asked why, the harder I rubbed myself.  I even squirted on her. When I let her down, her pussy was so mangled it looked like raw hamburger meat.  I wore a mask and with the lights, I knew she could never identify me. I resisted the urge to snuff her out. I left her alone on the table sobbing in pain and fear for a few minutes. I returned with my sewing kit and a rat. Her pussy was gaping open so I shoved the rat deep inside her, then stitched her worthless cunt up so the rodent would gnaw and scratch its way out.

I tossed her naked, tortured body along the highway then went home to do my schoolwork. The next day I got off again reading about the random act of violence against a local socialite in the newspaper. This was my first foray into torture sex, but certainly not my last. Bonus, now every time someone mentions that awful movie “The Notebook”, I get wet remembering my first torture sex. Not enough to make me endure it again, however.

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Torture Sex Perfection

torture sex angieNothing gets my blood running hot as the fires of hell like torture sex. Being the sick and twisted bitch that I am with a heart as black as coal and ice water running through my veins, I have found a way to combine the desire for torture sex with the life of my all time idol. I have always admired Vlad the Impaler. The image of his pale face with his contrasting dark beard and his jet black eyes sends waves of desire coursing through my body straight to my cunt. I have often imagined his clammy touch and rancid breath on my flesh. He was and still is the king of torture and fear. My kind of man….I love that he impaled his victims. Combining his infamous torture methods with my dark sexual desires has been a journey of trial and error, however it is finally perfected!  Finally I have found just the spot to impale someone for maximum pain and the longest survival time. I have also created a wooden pole that is modified with two wedges that keep the body from sliding down with the pull of gravity. Now I can enjoy the hanging body, blood dripping down the pole and pooling at the base, naked and vulnerable and unable to escape the added sexual tortures that I inflict to the erotic sounds of screams as they slowly become horse and raspy cries followed by groans. Finally the mind shuts down and the dull stare precedes the loss of consciousness. Only then do I leave them to recover enough for me to start over again. I give them just enough water to sustain them and no food. I am trying to break my record of keeping one alive for 10 days of endless torture.

Isn’t torture sex fun?

torture sex“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I demanded to my most current victim. They didn’t know how to answer I suppose, they were so fuckin scared of what I was going to do to them. This couple had no idea the amount of torture they were about to go through. No idea the amount of pain I was about to cause them. And you know why I chose them? No fuckin reason in particular. Just didn’t like his cocky attitude or the slutty bitch trying to get attention every chance she could. Well now they’re about to face their consequences on being the dumbest motherfuckers ever.  It was TOO easy to lure them here. I approached them and told them I had some cool shit for sale at my house, for super cheap and they didn’t even question me, they came right the fuck over. Didn’t even have to restrain them until Mr.Cocky-Pants thought he was gonna become Mr.Tough-Guy and escape. Ha! Like I said, who do you think you are? Once I have you here, you don’t leave alive. You leave in pieces. Or in my stomach, digesting as my next meal. I had some anger towards these fucks but first wanted him to witness the pain his precious girlfriend was about to receive. She was forced to fuck the biggest black cocks I could find, forced to suck their dicks and beg for their cum. I smiled as she took it all with little whining – what a good little slut. Her man was yelling the whole time so I shut him up real quick and cut off his tongue. After she was fucked useless she assumed she was done, but I assured her that she was still the center of attention just how she liked it. That’s when I forced her little boyfriend to watch me torture her in ways that made her painful screams embed into his very soul. Oh yes, isn’t torture sex fun?

The Only Good Sex Is Torture Sex

Torture sexThe minute I saw her I was in lust.  I have never in My life had seen someone so perfect.  Beautiful face, beautiful body, beautiful smile.  I was captivated by her.  I watched her for a very long time.  Many a man approached her, she was kind in turning them down.  She showed them the ring on her finger and said no thank you.  I sat back to take in the pure grace of this stunning creature.  I decided nothing ventured nothing gained.  I walked up to the bar, touched her on her smooth shoulder as I leaned over her to order another drink.  She smiled at Me, I smiled back.  She said, “You have beautiful hair.”  I said, “You have a beautiful everything from what I can see.”  She blushed. As I was leaving her side to return to My table I added, “I would love to see a lot more if you feel like doing something a bit…different.”

I could tell she was watching Me as I walked away.  Good.  It wouldn’t be long before she approached Me.  She sat down next to Me.  She acted shy, I didn’t.  I sat forward, pressing My right hand behind her head pulling her toward Me. I kissed her hard, forcing My tongue into her mouth.  Then I sat back.  She looked a bit surprised but I could tell from her eyes that I was going to have a wonderful night.

Snuff sexShe was laying in front of the fire.  I marveled over her unmarred skin.  Not one touch of ink done on her, not one piercing.  She was flawless.  The only thing wrong with flawless things is that eventually they break.  It was time for her to break.  I kissed her one last time, trailing My fingers down over her full breasts, down her stomach before plunging My sharp nails into her wet pussy.  The torture sex portion of the night was beginning.  She slammed her legs together, trying to sit up, I slapped her hard across the face.  She tried to sit up again, and once more another stinging slap landed on her smooth cheek. 

I grabbed her by the chin, pushing My nails into her flesh.  I bared my teeth as My hand sunk deeper into her cunt.  I calmly told her that now it was My turn to have fun.  By the end of our lovely evening together, there was the smell of charred flesh permeating the condo building I had broken into to have My little tryst.  I could hear doors opening up, people stopping each other in the hall asking where it was coming from.  I watched all this from the doorway of the building.  It wasn’t long before I could hear the police sirens slicing through the night, just like I sliced through My flawless lover.

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Dinner is on you…

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You whine and whimper as I tell you that I am going to use my turkey carving set to slice you like a Thanksgiving turkey and then I am going to put you in the oven. I grab the carving fork and poke it right into your fat thigh as I use the carving knife to slice you. You are screaming to loud for me so I push a apple into your mouth making you shut up. So I can finish cutting you and then placing you into the big oven where the murder will take place, not without the help of the carving fork  and knife that will make you bleed out as you are cooking and smelling so delicious in my oven.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasies with Cassandra

Medical fetish phone sex bondage slutI arrived at the address I was given for a private party. Surely, I had the wrong address I thought. This was an abandoned hospital. Very creepy feeling I had. No party I would want part of would occur in a dark place like this. But then I saw flashing light, heard music. My curiosity got the better of me. I should have remembered the old adage about the cat. I followed the noise down dark, damp, empty hallways using the flash light app on my phone. When I got to the source of the noise, there was just an old fashioned boom box on the floor. My gut told me to run, but I didn’t listen quick enough. I felt a blow to the head. When I woke up, I was suspended in air. Just a dark shadowy figure in front of me. I heard screams, but saw no one else.

torture sex snuff vids“Do you know how much human organs go for on  the black market Cassie,” the dark figure asked me? He talked to me about how wealthy people don’t need to wait on a transplant list when the world is full of stupid cunts who blindly listen to strangers about underground raves. He even added, that eating human organs is a delicacy among the rich and depraved. “If you have the money, even human flesh can be bought and sold,” he said with evil glee. This has to be a joke. It’s just an urban legend. You know the one where the girl wakes up in a tub of ice with an ugly scar on her back to discover someone cut out her kidney? “Organ harvesting is very real, very profitable, especially on a healthy specimen like yourself” he said so matter of fact. He referred to my body as premium flesh. My eyes, my heart, my kidneys, my lungs, my liver all would fetch him top dollar. I prayed this was a nightmare, then he stuck a need in my arm.

knife play phone sex torture dollI woke up on decayed surgical table, with my gut sliced open and his hands inside me. I could feel the pain, feel the blood running out of my body as he manipulated my liver. I was somehow paralyzed. It was like an out of body experience. He was removing my vital organs, putting them on ice in portable coolers, showing them to me first as some macabre joke. He had accomplices assisting him in the harvesting of my organs. “Such a shame this one; she is very beautiful,” one of the accomplices said. I was in an out of consciousness, but the last thing I remember after being stitched up was hearing that I could now be sold for fucking. “Someone will pay top dollar to fuck her cold dead body.”  I laid there on that dirty table waiting to die. Praying it would happen quickly.

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