Category: Torture sex

Cock and Ball Torture Sex with Pantyhose Men Never See Coming

torture sexI enjoy torture sex. But I did not always. That was because I was on the wrong end of the torture. Now I get to inflict some pain back. Feels like retribution to me. Revenge on men like my father who force fucked me and used me for years, even decades. As a switch, I decide now what cocks I let fuck me. And which cocks I torture.

Some men beg for the cock and ball torture. However, most men remain clueless about their worthless dicks. And they think they can force fuck me with a pinky dick.  Some men know they cannot satisfy a woman like men. And men like that I respect. At least they understand I am out of their league. Guys like that get cock and ball torture sex. But men like Harry who think 5 inches is big, and act insulted when I laugh, deserve castration phone sex.

Men Who Have Small Dicks Should Never Try to Force Fuck Women

This loser pulled his dick out at a concert last night. And when me and my girlfriend laughed at him, he tried to spike my cider with some sort of drug. Roofie I assume. They make these strips to test your drinks, and I carry them wherever I go. A hot bitch can never be too safe. And once I realized, I decided on revenge. So, I took him home. But not to fuck. To destroy his junk so he could never fuck again.

I drugged him. A girl can roofie a man too. But unlike me, he never saw it coming. Until he woke up on my couch with my pantyhose tied tightly around his balls and cock. He did not seem amused. So, I told him he did not deserve his balls. His balls looked super blue, and I know he felt too.

Some girls might use their heels or a knife to castrate. Not me. I popped his nuts off with my pantyhose. That was a first for me. But he deserved it. Men with small dicks and rape phone sex fantasies for women out of their league do not deserve their balls.  I kept his balls as a souvenir. To remind me that I no longer need to be the victim of torture.

Torture Sex For Rena Makes Her Cunt Dripping Wet

torture sexAs I lay there, bound and helpless, I couldn’t help but get turned on by this type of torture sex.  The anticipation of what was to come filled me with both dread and arousal. The man who called himself You approached me, his eyes darkening as he ran a rough hand down my body. He was huge – much larger than any man I’d ever been with before. His touch sent shivers of excitement through my core despite the fear that gripped my heart.

He began by teasingly tracing his fingers over every inch of my skin, paying special attention to those places that made me squirm in pleasure: my breasts, stomach, thighs… everywhere except where I ached for him most – between my legs. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of tormenting build-up, he positioned himself at last between them and slowly pushed inside me.

I gasped at the initial pain but soon found myself lost in the sensation as he started moving within me; each thrust causing a fresh wave of agony mixed with ecstasy to wash over me. It felt so wrong yet so right all at once; like nothing else mattered except this moment where our bodies were intertwined in a dance of dominance and submission.

His hips pounded against mine relentlessly while his other hand roughly squeezed one breast while pinching the nipple on another sending shockwaves through out entire being .As if reading my thoughts ,he leaned down ,his hot breath fanning across face “You love this don’t you?” He growled into ear .”You love being used like this.” And suddenly I couldn’t deny it any longer. The truth was undeniable; I did love this – loved how he took control and made me feel wanted despite the circumstances. My body responded eagerly to his every touch, moaning in pleasure as he continued to pound into me without mercy.

My Foster Daddy Beats Me When We Fuck

Violent phone sex Violent phone sex. Just when I thought I found the perfect foster family shit went all the way left, My big dick Mexican step daddy went from fucking me until my legs were like noodles, to beating the shit out of me during sex, It started out with hard slaps to my ass cheeks which I love, and slapping my face with his big long heavy dick to him slapping me in the face if I don’t say when I am cumming or choking me out if my teeth scrape his dick while he his fucking me throat, I cant help it his dick is super fat and he pumps in my throat really fast and aggressively , he even gets mad when I am on my cycle, he fucks me anyway but punches me when I refuse to give him head after he pulls out of my red tunnel. The last straw was when we did anal and I got some crap on his cock, Again it was not my fault he pounded me so fucking hard with that huge monster cock, I just couldn’t hold it and for that he  beat the shit out of me literally he punched me until shit came out and he then smeared my face in it like a puppy that didn’t go on the pad, I have to get out of here before he kills me. Will you help me escape?

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Best Summer Solstice

Welcome to Morticia’s realm of Mutilation Phone Sex. In my circle of magic I will sacrifice yet another useless male. Well you are not completely useless. After all that sperm is used to fuel my powers.

Enter if you dare. Entry of my lair is consent. Obviously you are consenting yourself to become my plaything. In fact a victim of my sadistic desires and needs is what you are. Without any ability to wiggle free.

Now that you are under my spell the knives come out. I will fucking destroy your “Manhood” and make you an Eunuch. The very thing that makes up you male hormones and manhood, is mine. I will castrate you and laugh as I hold those testicles in my hand.

Then I toss them to my beasts to feast upon. Well actually I toss them in the blended. Since I stole your balls I may as well cut of that useless dick as well. After all you no longer need this either. There my sacrificial spell for Summer is done.

Now you are useless as a man when my mutilation phone sex takes over. Maybe I should just tie you up from a suspension in my dungeon. And bring in the big beasts to use your remaining thing of pleasure. That’s right the rape fantasy of a beast fuck is now yours. He will destroy and eat you.

Mutilation Phone Sex

Bloody phone sex makes my snuff pussy explode

Bloody phone sex means I am soaked head to toe. I love lying tits deep in fresh blood. I feel like I will turn into a vampire, forever young and beautiful. When my clit hits warm blood, I can cum instantly. Nice and sticky, I am ready for my Master’s perverted torments. Bloody phone sex
Master usually starts by beating me with his belt until my tits are covered in bloody welts. He calls me a filthy whore and tells me to beg for more. “Louder, you worthless cumrag!” he screams as the leather bites into my flesh. “Beg me to allow you to pleasure me with your holes!”
Only when my voice is raw and bleeding does he consider me adequately punished. He unchains me and forces me to crawl to his feet, kissing and licking his combat boots. I look up at him pleadingly, tears and snot running down my face. “Please, Master, use my cunt!”
Master grabs a fistful of my filthy hair and drags me upstairs. He shoves me face-first into the mirror. “Look at yourself, you disgusting whore. What do you see?”
“Your pathetic bitch, Sir!” I sob. “A broken object for you to ruin however you wish!”
He backhands me across the face. “That’s right. Now go prepare one of the donors.”
I scramble to obey, knowing what this means. I climb into bed with a naked, unconscious man. Probably some poor slob Master drugged and brought back here to be my favorite living dildo. I wrap my cunt around his flaccid cock and start to grind, feeling him begin to swell inside me.
It’s so deliciously degrading to rape a helpless victim, to use his body for my own pleasure without his consent. I ride him harder, panting and moaning like an animal.
I’m so lost in perverse ecstasy that I barely even feel the first cut. The knife slices into my tit, and searing pain explodes through my body. I convulse and howl, cumming violently on my rape victim’s cock. My blood pours down my chest and splatters his face. I go wild and suck the blood from my Snuff sex victim.

Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies Find Inspiration in Horror Movies

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fantasies I masturbate to often. I love the sight, the smell, the feel and taste of blood. Perhaps, I should have been a vampire. It should be no surprise that I love horror movies. I am not the rom com kind of woman. Not the romance kind either. So, no Notebook for me. Sometimes, horror movies inspire my kills.

I love Eli Roth movies for their graphic nature. And Hostel 2 might just be my favorite. For one scene too. Although I love the premise that we can buy a snuff experience, the movie resonates with me because of this one scene. A woman buys a snuff experience in the opening of the film. And she buys a young woman too. Then she suspends her above her while she lies in a metal bathtub 4 foot below her. And after she teases the kidnaped girl with a sickle, she eventually splits her open and lets her blood and entrails wash over her.

Horror Movies Like Hostel 2 Inspire My Snuff Kills

But that scene alone inspired many of my snuff sex kills. And I saw an opportunity to recreate another movie moment over the weekend. I lured this young teen girl to my place. She thought I hired her to walk my dogs not to bathe in her blood. When it comes to blood, a young girl makes the perfect victim. A young girl’s blood tastes sweeter. It took nothing to subdue her once she picked up on my sinister vibes.

I knocked her out. And she woke up naked and suspended over my also naked body. She looked like an angel flying above me. Her fear made my pussy wetter. I took my sickle and slowly sliced her open. Her blood cascaded over me like a wave. Her entrails followed. As I rubbed her bright red blood into my Goth white skin, I saw the life drain out of her. Literally drain out of her.

But I took in the experience. Savored my sadistic phone sex kill. Young virgin blood will help me age gracefully. And keep me looking like I am in my 20s still. She may not have appreciated her sacrifice, but I did. I even saved some of her blood for my morning smoothies.

Torture sex on a young slut is what you have been needing

Your big pcock thinks about Torture sex on a tight young slut. The younger the better. It makes your dick so stiff think about holding how her little arms and spreading her legs. After you rip her panties, you stuff then in her mouth. Best way to muffle her screams. If you had a more secluded place, you would let her scream. It only makes your cock harder and harder.

Torture sex

But this works, since you have neighbors. Because she is so small you can over power her. Easy to force her legs open and have her wide open. As soon as your pedy dick feels the heat coming from her virgin cunt, it starts to bounce and throb. Right away you ram your cock inside her. Her screams are muffled as you rip her virgin hymen with your big cock. The tightness of her cunty wrapped around your cock has you ready to cum.

But you want to savor the moment you use her little body, for all the Rape phone sex fantasies you need. That’s when you slowly slide your dick in and out her little cunty. As she resists and fights back, her pussy squeezes around his dick. “Fuck you’re going to milk me fast, good thing no one is looking for you” you say as you fuck her deep. “I’ll have plenty time to abuse you and use your holes” grunt as you start to cum inside her. Just like my uncle you are a horny sadistic pedy fuck. 

Your Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Require the Right Accomplice

Most men enjoy snuff phone sex fantasies. Even some women do too. But I rarely get calls from women. At least not dominant women. I would have been her bitch, but she needed an accomplice to kill her philandering, hustler of an ex-boyfriend. He used her and cheated on her. But when he drained her bank account, she decided he had fucked with the wrong bitch. They had been together for a long time. Like almost a decade. And she chose to support him.

But when he discovered she knew about his affairs, he drained her bank account before she kicked him out. He did not get a fraction of her worth luckily because he did not have access to most of her money.  However, he did not know that. She wanted revenge. Not because she needed the money. This was about showing him he could not get away with what he did. Accountability as she put it. I told her I would be honored to be her revenge accomplice phone sex help.

Never Underestimate a Woman’s Need for Revenge

I lured him away. She told me everything I needed to set the honey trap. Being bait is fun. But cock and ball torture seemed like even more fun. He thought I put a cock ring on him so he would last to fuck me. However, I slapped a castration band around his balls. The pain did not last long, but the panic did. But he thought I did that by mistake. He found out that I set him up for revenge when my client made her presence known.

His look of surprise, I caught on film.  He looked at me confused, but I just said, “Hos before Bros.” And he knew I never wanted to fuck him. But I did want to inflict maximum pain with castration phone sex. So, she let me slice his balls off. Revenge cock and ball torture turned out perfectly. He lost his balls. Therefore, he lost his identity. But more importantly, he lost his ability to ever hurt a woman again. Hell, he will ever fuck again.  So, if he cannot get close to a woman physically, he will never get close to her financially.     

Torture sex, a special gift from Accomplice to Daddy

Torture sex I’ve got a special Torture sex treat in store for you today. Daddy’s favorite accomplice has gifted you the most exquisite pleasure device for our evil games. The second that wicked toy touched my tight little cunt, I knew it was destined for depraved greatness.
I lured her into my place, ate her pussy, and made her cum a bunch. You know how horny little teen sluts can be. I made her cum so much she is under my spell now and will do anything I tell her. You need those little cunts to suffer if you want to cum as hard as possible. I think we should strap her into my torture chair, Daddy. Wrists and ankles are shackled, completely exposed, and vulnerable.
Her tight little body is begging for you to paint it with bruises and welts. She is an object. Her purpose is to suffer for our orgasms. Pitch those pink nipples so hard they pop off. She looks so helpless in that chair. Now the rope is around her neck, and your cock is down her throat. Should we turn this into a Snuff sex game? Make the bitch drown in your cum!

 

My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, Cash Cow and Mommy Whore

ass rape pornMy son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.

I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.

My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.

My Boy Loves Me Because He Lets Me Do Coke as He Abuses Me

He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.

My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly.  My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.

He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing.  But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow And Fuck Meat

He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.

Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth.  But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.