Category: Torture sex

Castration Phone Sex Because The World Already Has Too Many Losers

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is what I want for Christmas. And I do not care if you want it or not. I am the wicked butcher. Always armed with a big knife, I stalk my prey like a hunter. Last night, I went hunting at college bars. I knew I would find some jerk frat boy with useless equipment I could remove. And as it turned out, I had a plethora of candidates to choose from.

I went with the drunk frat boy who I observed insulting girls. This guy did not look like any prize either. However, he acted like he was the best thing that could ever happen to a college girl. I watched him insult girls left and right when they rejected him. But when he insulted me thinking that crap would get him laid, I decided he would get my Merry Christmas cock and ball torture sex for free.

I brought him home. Made him think I was drunk and horny. But I was neither. At least not for him. I made him undress for me to confirm what I already knew. And I had the proof of his worthless junk right in front of me. If he measured 4 inches hard, I would be shocked. But I acted like I wanted to suck that cock so bad. My performance seemed Oscar worthy, LOL.

Men Need to See Their Junk as a Privilege Not an Entitlement

While in front of him, on my knees, I pulled out my knife and slashed his balls right off. His blood sprayed all over my face. But that’s not a problem. I bathe in blood. He started screaming and calling me names. I am impervious to that shit. I watched him run around my house like a chicken with his head cut off.

Neutering him was my Christmas gift to all coeds on his campus. And women everywhere. The world does not need another asshole male. He eventually passed out from blood loss. So, while he was out, I gave him a drug to erase his memory and knock him out so I could cauterize his wound and dump him in the woods near the bar I picked him up at.

When he wakes up, he will have no clue what happened to him. No memory of me. And no memory of how he lost his worthless nuts. Merry Bloody Phone Sex Christmas you filthy animals.

Wanna put me on a Milk Cartoon in Kidnapping Phone Sex?

Kidnapping Phone Sex

You stand there horrified. Anger. Rage. Lose. She was supposed to be the one. Right?

Nope. That bitch that you fucked for years? Had a relationship with? All those dreams dashed when you found her in the bed of some rando. Glugging on his cock like a chicken peckin on a worm to eat.

Snapped. That’s what it is.

Dude is already dead. You dispatched him pretty quickly with a click click boom. Make his a quick one too. Right in the middle of the dome. Pink mist.

The perfect shot.

Now, this bitch before you. Crying and pleading saying “It’s not what it looks like”, or “It didn’t mean anything”. You realize that you should give her what she wants. Being nailed hard and long.

You grab her by the face, look into the beautiful doe eyes. And then slowly push her head towards your cock. She just starts sucking with fervor, telling you that this is the only meat she wants in her face from now on. She’ll never do it again.

You know she’ll never do it again. And you’ll make damn sure too. Because as she keeps sucking on that dong of yours, you put your own piece to her head.

Boom.

You still think about that night all those months ago… and still think her face looks really cute in those missing person posters.

 

Rape phone sex fantasies feed you

Blood leaking all down her legs turns you on, you sick fuck. Your Rape phone sex fantasies are what feed you.  “Tie her up and take her panties off” you demand of me as you push a young bitch to the ground. Since I was raised being an accomplice, I know what I must do. If I don’t, I’m the one punished. Therefore, I get her naked and tie her up. “If you do as he says it will go easier” I whisper in her ear as I stuff her panties in her mouth. What you really want is to be able to use your pcock to dominate a young bitch.

Her little hole getting ripped open makes you feel powerful. That’d why you wrap your hands around her dick and ram your cock in her virgin cunt. “Open up for me or pay” you grunt as you force your cock inside her. By now my pussy is wet. Only because I have seen a tight hole getting opened up. The blood dripping down to your balls makes her cry. “Bitch milk my, you were made to be used” you moan as you hard fuck her young cunt. You use the blood to lube of your dick to force yourself deeper inside her. “She is tighter than the last young hoe I napped” you moan as you fuck her.

Rape phone sex fantasies

That only told me that, you wouldn’t last too long from the hard torture fuck you are giving her. But I know what gets you off. You need to know that you choose what happens to her. That’s when you wrap your hands around her neck and pound her harder. I see her eyes starting to roll and her body starts to limp up. That’s doesn’t stop you from ripping her little young pussy hole open, it makes it better. “Milk me with you little body whore, or I’ll just get rid of you” you grunt as you fuck her hard.

Finally, your bloody cock starts to explode inside her. But you don’t stop there you wrap your hands tighter around her neck until you suffocate her. “When she goes limp, you will clean her cunt” you demand of me. After a bit more she went limp. Then you pop your cock out and get me ready to clean her up. Fuck I want a fuck toy to myself, is all I think about. 

Give Yourself the Gift of a Teen Rape Porn

teen rape pornHe told me he needed my help to make a teen rape porn. But he did not want the girl dead. I explained that killing little whores protects men from getting caught. However, the girl he wants to fuck while I film is his own daughter. And I cautioned against it. I offered up the idea of finding a surrogate girl to fuck. But he insisted on his daughter. And he offered me double my usual accomplice fee.

So, I planned it out. We waited until his wife left to visit her sister. The husband, my client, encouraged his wife to go without him so he and their daughter could wrap her presents and stuff. And since I consider myself a great accomplice, I knew how to make this work so his daughter would not remember a thing.

Maybe you have heard about this French wife whose husband drugged her for 10 years and invited men to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with his unconscious wife. With the right combination of drugs, this girl would wake up sore between her legs, but no memory of anything. I paid attention to that woman’s case. Plus, I did some Internet research. We had to do this perfectly.

If You Use the Right Drugs Your Daughter Will Not Remember a Thing

I gave my accomplice the drugs. And I informed him that he needed to put it in her dinner and call me when he did. We both had burner cells for an extra layer of protection. The meds kicked in quickly because of her young age and tiny, hairless body. I filmed as he undressed her and licked and kissed her entire body. He spent about 30 minutes tasting his daughter’s young cunt. I even took a lick. She tasted sweet like strawberry wine.

When he started to fuck her, I got back behind the camera to capture the moment on film. It’s always smart to use an old fashioned hand held video camera with no Wi-Fi capability.  And that’s just what I did. She bled on his dick confirming that she indeed was a virgin. Daddy fucked her so hard too. Even turned her into an unconscious ass rape porn star. After he came inside her, I cleaned her up.

Now, Daddy has one hell of a spank bank video to remember the night he fucked his unconscious daughter. Merry Christmas to him.

Ass rape porn of a different kind will be perfect with you

Ass rape pornAss rape porn of a different kind will be perfect with you! When you first think of it, you think of some young little slut bent over while a big stud is ramming into her. But that’s not what I am talking about. You are going to be the victim and I am going to be the stud, get it?

First, you are going to have to taste it. My asshole is going to give you mouth to mouth until you turn purple. The only air you will be able to breath will be sucked out my asshole slave. When I tell you to tongue counter clockwise be sure to follow my orders because I will not hesitant to snuff you out. There are plenty of slaves like you that will eagerly take your place.

My thighs will squeeze your head tightly and I will grind and smother your face until you’re totally broken. You will respect my dominance and as you gasp for air you will know better than to beg for my mercy. Once I have conquered your soul, I shall bend you over, exposing your vulnerable hole for all to see.

 I shall invite my faithful cocks, the masters of my twisted harem, to plunge into your depths, tearing away the last vestiges of your innocence. You will be their plaything, their fuck toy, a vessel for their perverse pleasure.

But fear not, for I shall be your guiding light, your shepherd through this den of decadence. I shall push your boundaries, stretch your limits, and lead you down a path of extreme sensuality and Torture sex. You will emerge from this dark odyssey, forever changed, forever mine.

 

Violent Phone Sex Christmas Because It’s More Fun to Spread Christmas Fear

violent phone sexViolent phone sex Christmas has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree? I love to spread fear this time of year. But I am no Grinch. I am not stealing presents from little brats. Instead, I am castrating perverts and men who annoy me. Even men who try to ruin Christmas for others.

Last week, a woman hired me off the dark web. She wanted revenge on her ex-husband who refuses to pay support or help get his brats Christmas gifts. He sounded like a real Grinch to me. So, I knew what I needed to do. Castrate her ex for free. I normally do not kill or torture for free. But I guess I was in a giving mood. The holidays make me want to give back.

She gave me all the info I needed. And I asked her if she wanted me to kill him, but she said no. She just wanted to hurt him and scare him into paying support. So, I paid her ex a visit in the middle of the night. I used the hidden key to get inside. Easy peasy. I found him sleeping. More like passed out drunk. Well, that makes castration phone sex so much easier.

Not All Men Deserve To Have Their Balls

I tied him up to his bed and he still did not wake up. He sleeps nude. Which made it easier too. When I slapped him awake, he thought one of his friends sent him a hooker. I do not look like a hooker. He wished I was one though after I took his junk. I put a castration band around his nuts and just waited as his balls turned blue.

While we waited for that, I encouraged him to help his family out more or I would take his cock and his life too. He deserved to be neutered. According to his ex-wife, he blows all his money on hookers and young sugar babies. Since he can no longer fuck, he can spend money on his brats now.

I made a bloody phone sex mess out of his bed. Although I untied him from his bed, I knew he was in too much pain and shock to come after me.  I spread Christmas fear in him. But his ex-wife sees it more as Christmas cheer. You better watch out men, this wicked butcher knows if you have been good or bad.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Live Streamed Makes My Son Money

rape phone sex fantasiesMy son’s viewers enjoy mommy rape phone sex fantasies. They pay well to watch him fuck me and abuse me too. But I never mind because I know my boy loves me. He just needs my help making money. I am his cash cow. But in exchange he gives me the best coke. He had pink cocaine for me this week when we made a little holiday blue movie for his viewers.

I showed off my naked skinny body to his viewers. My big boobs sagged, and my meat curtains hung down. Both show signs of wear and tear. But nothing compares to the abuse my asshole receives.  It prolapses on its own now. It is like a magic trick or something. I turned around from the camera and let the viewers see how easily my asshole pops outs. They tip well to see my old used ass rape porn prolapse.

My son made me his bimbo. I’ve had three surgeries to make my boobs big. Now my lips are Botoxed out. And I get skinnier and skinnier every movie thanks to my cocaine diet.  My son’s Christmas gift turned out to be a brutal beating for mommy. He brought out the assault bench. Tied me to it with my hands bound behind my back and my tits tied up tightly. He loves to use my boobs like punching bags. Fun bags he calls them.

I’m My Son’s Punching Bag

As I snorted skinny powder, my boy punched the side of my face because I forgot to take my teeth out. My dentures flew across the room.  But that was me bad. I cannot have teeth in when he skull fucks me. After he finished skull fucking and punching mommy, he turned to my prolapsed ass, which he uses as his own personal cock sleeve. He put a glass tube on it instead of zip ties this time. My ass will always be my son’s flesh light. While my prolapse grew bigger in the tube, he turned his attention to my face. A few more punches, and the chimes rolled in.

I kept snorting coke to dull the pain. While I partied, my boy but on his brass knuckles for some violent phone sex fun. A few sucker punches to the boobs and ribs immediately caused swelling. He even cracked a few ribs and his audience heard it. And more tips rolled in. When I began sucking his cock again, he gave me a few punches to the face. But he avoided my sniffer. My boy turned me into a dark web porn star. As he skull fucked me some more, I heard more chimes.

Viewers Tip Well To See Mommy Abused

He eventually removed me from the assault bench. But he left my hands tied behind my back. He pulled me up by my giant fun bags. And he hung me up by my boobs. As I hung in the air, he fucked my prolapsed ass. He removed the glass tube that puffed up my prolapse even move. And he pulled the flesh of my meaty prolapsed asshole over his dick like it was a flesh light. He also put a spreader bar between my legs so men could see my meat curtains swaying as he pounded my prolapsed asshole.

With his steel toed boots on, he kicked me in my baby maker. Hard too. With every kick he made, I jerked a bit which pulled my tits. And he gave me a lot of kicks. My cunt immediately puffed up like my prolapsed asshole. What came next, would have hurt even more if I did not have the pink cocaine to dull the pain.

He shoved his fist up my cunt and held me up in the air like a puppet. This enabled him him to punch my old barren womb from the inside. Luckily, my son moves on to other tortuous acts quickly. But he always gives the viewers what they want to see. And they wanted to see him throw me across the room.

My Boy Turned Me Into His Fist Puppet

He flicked me off his fist like I was a bug. And as I flew across the room, the tips poured in. My son made me fly. I bounced off the wall and landed on the floor several times. Eventually he kicked off the spreader bar and spun me around like a shotput and bounced me off the walls some more. As I lay on the floor broken and dazed, he dragged me by my read hair to the bowl of pink coke. He stepped on my neck as I snorted coke to dull the pain.

More tips rolled in. But they came in at a frantic pace once he put a plastic bag over my face. However, he did put coke in the bag. While I snorted coke and struggled to breathe, he pushed my legs over my head and fucked my pee hole. My 4th hole. He went back and forth between my urethra and my prolapsed asshole. As I gasped for air, he tore a hole in the bag to skull fuck me some more.

He punched my face some more as he skull fucked me. My face appeared so swollen I doubted anyone would recognize me. For most of our live stream I could not see much due to the swelling of my eyes and face. He beat me beautiful. He kept fucking my pee hole as he punched me some more. This little violent session served as his viewers holiday special.

Beating Mommy Beautiful Acted Like a Present to His Viewers

After he came down my throat, he pounded my head into the floor. He pulled me by my prolapsed asshole and cunt lips until I was in front of the camera. I drooled and gasped for air as I showed off my abused body to his audience. My boy may have put me out of commission for a while, but he gave me a lot of good coke to speed up my recovery. Merry Christmas you filthy perverts. Hope you enjoyed the show.

Accomplice Phone Sex Makes An Anal Bimbo Cum The Best

Accomplice Phone Sex is a hot kind of fun I enjoy with my sadistic masters. It’s of great joy to assist my sadistic lover to get some sweet young ass.

Once my ass is taken a few times over there is a need for something tighter and younger. So my Christmas present to Master is three young little asses for his pleasure. All I had to do was go to an Evening Mass and lure a couple sluts from the Church that were sneaking out back to smoke. I knew they were bad girls.

When it comes to luring bad girls from church I knew they would give their asses up. Well I would drug them up with some good weed. Their inhibitions down and my Master would have an easier way with them.

Obviously not super easy as those asses were about to be annihilated. Their little tight puckers would be gaped more than ever and their little whore throats would be equally destroyed.

 

Accomplice Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex Because Revenge is So Sweet

castration phone sexCastration phone sex may not be my specialty, but all women dream of castrating some man in their life. Trust me, as a young schoolgirl getting force fucked by daddy and his friends, I thought about biting some cocks off. Same with some of the seedy men who owned me after I ran away from home.

Recently, I got to make my dream a reality. A chance encounter with one of my dad’s poker buddies inspired me. He did not recognize me. When he came into the strip club, I almost had a panic attack. He went rougher on my fuck holes than my father. I grew up, and no doubt look different. I sport big boobs now and platinum blonde hair.

Legally changed my name to Cassandra Alexander so no one from my past would find me. But to be sure he did not recognize me, I flirted with him after my set. If he took my bait, I would bring him home with me. And get my revenge with some extreme cock and ball torture sex. He took my bait. Thought he would. But I needed to be sure he had no clue who I was. I gave him one hell of a lap dance to cock tease him. Wanted him to want to fuck me.

And he did. He begged me to come back to his hotel room. Although, I wanted to get my revenge at my place, I agreed. My plan for revenge worked almost perfectly. Once back at his hotel room, I drugged his drink. Just to make sure he would not hurt me. I waited about 45 minutes before I bit his cock. He got hard, but he did seem out of it. So, I knew the drugs kicked in.

I Love Getting Revenge on My Enemies

After a few minutes of slobbering on his cock, I bit it. Hard too. But I just did not bite hard enough to rip it off. I wanted to do a Lorena Bobbit on him, but I did not have access to a knife. This was an impromptu castration. Seeing him in the club dredged up some awful memories for me. I did take a chunk out of his dick, but I did not sever it like I wanted. However, I did make a bloody phone sex mess.

So, when he passed out from the shock and the drugs, I bit his balls off. That proved easier to do. I put his balls on his chest, so when he came too, he would know what happened. I know it was risky. He could send the cops to the club to arrest me. But I just hoped his shame would not let him admit to the authorities what happened.

So, to give myself an edge over him, I left a note that said go to the police and I will tell them what you did to me as a little girl, and signed it Ella, which was my birth name. I mean certainly if he did go to the police, a good lawyer could get me off on a temporary insanity plea.  I enjoyed biting his junk and neutering him. Now, if I could only find my father.

Snuff Phone Sex Bitch Killed the Grinch

snuff phone sexChristmas brings out the snuff phone sex bitch in me. Perhaps, some people might see me as a grinch. However, I like to think of myself as a dark angel preserving Christmas for the little ones. I am a Goddam fucking Christmas angel. My neighborhood has reported many thefts this holiday season. Someone has been naughty stealing outside Christmas decorations and in some cases, the presents under the tree. So, I am not the grinch in my neighborhood.

I often catch criminals or predators long before the police ever do. That’s one of my many skills. I could have been a detective. I set a trap for the thief. It took a few days for the grinch to take my bait. And it turned out to be a woman. She broke into my home in the middle of the night to take the fake Christmas gifts under the tree.

She broke into my home. So, I had every right to defend myself. This could be the kill I could justify and get away with. However, she needed torture sex. And maybe a fatal gunshot wound or knife wound. Even a struggle that resulted in a fatal head injury or something   would have been justifiable homicide. However, what I did to her would be deemed sadistic and unjustifiable. Overkill.

I’m The Bitch Who Saved Christmas

I mutilated her body. Tortured the meth head bitch for hours before killing her. I like to play with my prey. What is the fun in a quick, justifiable death. Even for a criminal or a predator, I will not invite trouble by calling the police. Flying under the radar is my superpower. This meth head cunt pleaded with me. She babbled on about her addiction and selling the toys and gifts for money to purchase meth and smack.

But I did not buy her lies. A junkie will say and do anything for a fix. Now the world has one less grinch and drug addict in the world. I stabbed her cunt with a knife. Literally pulled her insides out with the blade. Her pain had to be off the charts. I stabbed her eyes out too. Carved her tits up. By the time I finished my little snuff porn, she was nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and entrails.

I had to scoop up her remains with a shovel like she was horse shit. I tossed the piles of her in my back yard. But I knew the wildlife would eat her bloodied remains before I even woke up in the morning. I turned her into sushi.  And today, there’s no trace of that bitch. The neighborhood and the police will think she stopped her crime spree or moved on to a different town. So, in a way, I am the bitch who saved Christmas.