Category: Torture sex

Torture sex, water play, ball busting, and hard fucking.

            Torture sex, water play, ball busting, and hard fucking. Take the torture, learn the torture. Red ball in the mouth, water hoses on. Water torture is its own type of pain. High pressure water, slamming into the body. Digging your fingers up inside this cunt hole. Digging it in. At the same time burying your face in my ass. Biting each cheek. 

Torture sex            After all, if you want something done right you need to practice and before you know it you will be a lady killer. Now to make sure that I am held tight, the ropes need to be tight. Not a slip knot. Soaked down in water, keeping them tighter. Legs spread wide. A rope attached to each ankle. As shown above you will see keep the ropes tight to keep me from closing the legs.

            Finally turn the water on high and watch it beat into my body, twisting it, at the same time as you are digging in my cunt hole, yanking on it. Face buried between the cheeks. Suddenly slicing through the ropes securing my ankles. Allowing me to lever myself up and wrap my legs around you. Pulling you close as your cock is forced into my cunt.  Quickly bringing you to climax. Next time in the Torture phone sex going to teach how to snuff the people.  

Sadistic Phone Sex Pervert Forces Slut into a Gang Fuck

I Know You Love Sadistic Phone Sex

Fucking a sadistic phone sex pervert wasn’t my first mistake. I should have known better than to show up with my ass and tits out. But taking a sip of the drink you handed me was the real mistake. After a few sips my head was spinning. My knees felt so weak. I tried to ask you for help and you just looked at me and smiled as I passed out. I woke up with a chain around my neck and sitting in front of a camera. Then you came downstairs with your cock in your hand.

sadistic phone sex

You grabbed the back of my head and forced my cock in my mouth. And warned me that if I bit you, you’d knock my teeth out completely. I was trapped in your rape phone sex fantasies and you owned me. I let you violate my throat, thinking that it could be worse. But then I heard more men coming downstairs. I was surrounded by a bunch of men with their cocks out and sitting in front of a camera. You suffocated me with your cock in front of them. Then they started to surround me with those horny dicks out.

Drug and Fuck Me for Your Gangbang Rape Porn 

I was gagging on their cocks. My tits and ass being grabbed and slapped while they took turns treating my face like a fuck toy. There were fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I begged them to stop between cocks down my throat but you just laughed. You threw me on my stomach and climbed on top. Then you rammed your cock in my pussy and started to fuck the shit out of me. There was a cock and a camera in my face. I was starring in the gangbang rape porn you were directing.

Cannibalism phone sex, the ultimate way to meet your maker

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is the ultimate way to meet your maker, My Master told me so! My Master, the sick son of a bitch, he loves his sweet young pussies to torture and devour. But you know what’s even crazier? He’s not just into torturing and devouring women. Oh no, he likes to torture cock too

He has this twisted way of finding his victims. He likes the ones who try to play straight, the closeted ones, as he says, are the easiest to take advantage of. He takes them back to our place, fucks them until they fall in love with him, and then, when they’re at their most vulnerable, he strikes. To watch him in action is completely terrifying, and I can tell you from experience that there’s no escape once you’re in his grasp.

When the poor soul realizes what’s happening, they beg and plead, desperate for mercy. But there’s no mercy to be found in my Master’s world. Instead, they know what their fate is, and it’s up to me to execute it. I have to set them up over the fire and slowly roast them until they’re cooked to perfection. It’s a gruesome job, but someone’s gotta do it. 

The cock always gets burnt to a crisp. I have to be a good slave and eat the whole thing. It’s disgusting, but it gets my Master so hard watching me consume the flesh of his victims. As I chew, I can feel the victim’s soul sliding down into my belly. It’s a powerful, lustful burning that courses through my veins, filling me with an insatiable hunger for more. And once I’ve finished every last bite, I’m ready to take my Master’s cock.

Fucking him after consuming flesh is always the best. I cum so hard, my juices flowing freely as his sperm shoots deep inside me. And in that moment, I know that I’ll be his pregnant whore. The means I get to serve my Master as a loyal slave whore and I won’t be on the menu. 

If I give him the best Torture sex, in return, he keeps me alive, feeds me, and lets me live in his twisted little world. It’s not much, but it’s better than being roasted over an open fire. I hate to admit but diving into the depths of my most primitive nature makes my pussy go off like a machine gun. The need it fills is unlike anything I’ve experienced. 

Need a extreme kink fix? I’ll give you something that will push you to your limits and beyond! I’ll make your fantasies come true, in the most fucked-up way possible. Just remember, there’s no going back once you enter our world. Don’t wait, call for nasty Snuff sex. Stay kinky, my fellow cannibal and we’ll see you in hell!

 

 

Mutilation Phone Sex Never Scares Me Away

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex never bothers me. My asshole takes a beating and keeps on ticking. Everyone knows what my stepson has done to my asshole. But he is not the only one. Perhaps, he started a trend. Some snuff maker caught my live stream with my boy and made me a sweet deal. He needed an old used up whore with a used-up asshole for a movie he wanted to make.

And when I heard what he wanted to pay me, I did not process the details. His money would be the highest payout anyone had ever offered me for a snuff flick. Even a well-respected ass rape porn star does not make that much for a hardcore anal sex video. But I needed the money desperately. Food and gas are not the only things inflation has affected. Coke has skyrocketed too.

So, a couple grand would get me a lot of coke. And I always want and need a lot of coke. I showed up Sunday at the studio ready to make my medicine money. And boy did I earn it too. I guess I missed the part about a large gang bang. The director let me do some lines of coke first and in between takes. Over 100 men fucked my ass. My prolapsed ass got a workout. The director took a page from my son’s online videos with me and put a zip tie around my prolapsed asshole.

My Son Started a Trend: Everyone Wants to Fuck My Prolapsed Asshole

And those men sodomized me with my asshole on the outside of my ass. It looked like a big turkey waddle. Some of the men punched it before fucking it.  I saw a young girl midway through my gangbang rape porn and I thought I was hallucinating. But she was not my costar. And she was real. The director hired me a cleanup girl for when my prolapsed asshole got too messy to fuck. She sucked on my prolapse like it was a Popsicle.

And I liked it. Never experienced that before. But I will gladly let a young girl suck the cum out of my used up prolapsed asshole anytime. I survived the assignment. And I learned I enjoy a young girl cleaning up my messy asshole.

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.