Category: Torture sex

Watching Ass Rape Porn While On Kidnapping Phone Sex

Kidnapping phone sex is fun to get on it reminds me of the time i was a dumb little accomplice for my uncle. He has always been a sadistic fuck using me for his anal rape fantasies. One night I bled so bad I had to line my panties with pads. I could barely sit down because my ass was swollen from the wooden ruler he used on my ass. He filmed it and made Ass rape porn so he could watch it whenever he wanted. He drove me to the park so i can lure a dumb little slut to him. I did exactly as my uncle asked, like an obedient accomplice only because I didn’t want him to punish me. When my uncle gets mad, he climbs on top of me and shoves his cock in my mouth while he strangles me. He doesn’t stop until i pass out and i wake up with him fucking me. Once the little slut i lured to my uncle was in the car, he knocked her out with one punch. He drove to a forest type area and hopped in the backseat. He ripped her clothes off and like live Ass rape porn. He fucked her asshole; she woke up and he just grabbed her neck and squeezed her tight as he kept fucking her asshole.

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When he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out of her ass and shoved it in my mouth making me swallow his load. he poured bleach all over her and inside her and left her body there. 

Torture Sex for My Ass with a Metal Meat Hook

torture sexAnal torture sex is my jam. I have long been an anal whore. It started when I was a teen girl. My mom wanted to watch my brother fuck me, but she was afraid I would get pregnant once I started my period, so she had him only fuck my ass once I started menstruating. I have been getting dick in my ass for a long time. Now, a cock alone will not do me any damage because I have been an anal whore a long time. So, when I must give up my ass for coke, guys know I need something bigger than a cock because I am an ass rape porn star. Trevor is this guy I hate to go to for coke, but sometimes I am desperate. Ever since Covid, getting coke has been challenging. The demand is high, but the supply is low. Many of my normal dealers just do not have what I need, so I must go to the less savory dealers and subject myself to things like brutal anal torture. I do have a nice ass, but every time I go to one of these unsavory guys, my ass gets ruined a little more. This weekend was no exception. Trevor had this big meat hook thing that looked scary as fuck. Turns out it was scary as fuck. He put the cold metal hook in my ass and hoisted me in the air. I felt my asshole ripping. I was certain that blood was dripping down on the metal meat hook. He swung me around in the air like I was Peter Pan. I was in pain, and dizzy, not to mention motion sick from the movement. I screamed in pain as he jacked off below me. When he let me down, he came on my face. I collapsed with a thud and cried curled up in a ball from the pain. He gave me my coke, but I had to lay their awhile before I could even move again. This taboo phone sex whore met her match with that metal meat hook.

Snuff Sex Mistress Morticia

It’s snuff sex that gets me excited and ruthless. I’m a domineering sadistic hot for destroying little whores. Last night was no different than most Saturday nights. I was hanging out waiting for the dumb sluts to play their little dress up and flirt with the night watchman at the Mall.

This guy is a total hunk for those dumb sluts to flirt with always. They come by the movie theatre and try to sneak in. I love the way he lets one or two slip in and he texts me that there is new stock to get rid of. I get wet thinking about them and thinking about how good he fucks me when I have that slut blood on me after I stab their guts out.

The two of us have a thing for blood play. A little murderous blood play. It’s my Saturday night ritual.

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Demonically Evil Phone Sex

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Freaks call me up for evil phone sex because I really let my dark side out, and when I open the floodgates, the torrents of damnation and despair that flow out of me let them tap into their most wretched, vile selves, too.  They say misery loves company.  One fucked up, fright filled call with me and I’m sure you’ll agree.

I don’t just juice your junk while we dream about degrading some street whore before decapitating her and using all of the shit that drains out of her head as lube or talk you through taking some poor, helpless teen out to the middle of nowhere and torturing her before I make you fuck her until you split her in two.  Cool conversation, and all, but I go much, much deeper than that.

I’m in your loins before you even call, I get into your head within minutes of speaking with you and I infest your soul as I take you down avenues of abuse, onto various pathways of punishment and down dark alleyways of anguish and agony.  Once you feel my dark presence way down in your gut, you’ll never be the same.

There will be pain, there will be tears, there will be blood, there will be cum.  I’m going to exploit every bit of torment and sorrow your pathetic soul has ever experienced.  If you caused someone any grief or suffering, I’ll know.  If someone berated or beat you and made you feel empty inside, I’m gonna find out.  My dark side will drag whatever it is that makes you sick in the head out of you, and when it does, I’m going to make you blow your load all over it.  Sadistic phone sex doesn’t even begin to cut it.  Phone fucking with me is downright demonic.

 

Torture phone sex assistant

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I applied for this new position,, and thought I was a shoe-in to get the job. Unfortunately, I received an email stating I wasn’t chosen. The sad news broke me so much that I had a complete meltdown in the parking lot at trader joes. A man in a business suit approached me and asked if I was okay. At first,, I was going to say yes,, but without thinking,, I blurted no,, I am not okay. My school loans are flooding,, and my bills keep piling up. An actual recession is on the verge, and I need income flowing in.

The man said he needed and assistant and wanted to interview me. I was so too happy to hear this news but then when I went ahead to the interview he told me I would have to be his ass whore. Torture phone sex is one thing but actually getting my asshole prolapsed and used for a couple thousand dollars a week seemed like it was a catch 22.

When I got myself together to actually do it I became addicted to the money and the maltreatment.

Torture Sex of Male Genitals is My Favorite Thing to Do

torture sexI got to use my best torture sex techniques on a loser last night. He wanted me to castrate him. Begged me to do it too. I was at a bar and this loser recognized me. He had seen my ad on a fetish site. I advertise castration services. He told me this sob story about how he has a loser cock and has long wanted to be castrated. He was talking to the right woman. The thing is I do not take a man’s junk for free. Why would I? You want me to whack your short stack, you must pay me for that honor. I do not want to touch or look at that pathetic nub for free. Consider it a nuisance fee. Your small dick is a huge nuisance to me and every other woman around. This fucking loser told me he was broke. I walked away. His small dick is his problem. He wants it gone; he can whack it off himself. Castration phone sex is a service and it’s not free. The problem was he would not leave me alone. He was baiting me into a free castration. Since that was the case, I decided to make it hurt. I used a rusty knife. I did not tie off the balls first to restrict the blood flow, so the bathroom of that bar looked like the elevator in The Shining. It was a complete blood bath. That is in part too because I would not cauterize the wound. Usually, I use a frying pan or even an iron, but I was in a bar and this fucker wanted it done. I made him chug some whisky down to dull the pain. I wanted to snuff him there, but snuff porn in a bathroom in a bar is not very discreet. Castration, however, probably happens more than we know in public places. I put his belt in his mouth to bite down on and it was bye bye balls. He bled. He fainted. I put his balls on his chest, washed my hands, and left the bar. He asked for it, he got. Just like you will.

Torture Sex Can Go too Far Even for a Seasoned Pain Slut Like Me

torture sexTorture sex is always profitable. Not always enjoyable for me, but if I can withstand the pain, I can make bank or at least have enough to score some blow. The cost of coke has skyrocketed. There are less dealers around too, so I must go to the ones I use to avoid like the plague. Beggars cannot be choosers. I go to whoever has coke and do whatever that person wants.  Marc wanted to abuse me first on film. He told me that he had some guys who pay to see women abused. I am not talking about slapping me around or rough sex. I mean electrocution, cutting my flesh, penetration with large objects and strangulation kind of torture. It was worse than snuff sex. I mean this guy was getting off on really hurting me. He was directing his assistant to do the bodily harm. He was my costar I guess and the asshole who had the coke was the director. I was struggling to keep up with everything that was being done to me. I could smell my burning flesh. I did not like it one bit. My nipples were smoldering from electrocution. My throat was restricting from the strangulation. I think he collapsed part of my trachea because I was making a weird whistling sound out of my mouth and my neck was black, blue and purple. I had cuts all over my body that were bleeding at a steady rate. I think my nose was broken. Pretty certain, I have some kidney bruising from the sucker punches too. I am a masochist. I love pain, but this was way over my threshold. I puked on camera. I pissed myself and I was crying. I begged to be released. Said fuck the coke. And for me to do that it was way too much torture phone sex pain. He did not listen to me. He just kept torturing me until I passed out. I woke up naked on the floor with a bag of coke beside me. I had to lay there all night before I had the strength to even do a line.

Real Goth Teen Phone Sex Means Real Pain

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All of these little goth teen phone sex bitches who think they have dark souls because they had a rough life need to get a fucking clue.  And I’m going to give it to them.  Those gloomy girls need something to cry about other than mommy and daddy not giving them as much attention as they’d like.  So, as it goes, I’m going to give them some attention that they’ll definitely hate to ensure that their dim outlook on the world is well founded and that the crocodile tears they love to cry are filled with pain.

Imprisonment works wonders for making a tragically gothic styled girlie feel the bleakness of their bland and boring daily lives.  I keep them locked up for a couple of days without any contact with anyone, even myself.  48 straight hours of solitude in a dim and dingy basement is living hell for a teen slut.  No texting, no social media, no parents to get into some weird, angsty fight with.  Just their completely naked, stripped down selves in an empty cell.

When I finally show up in their cold little prison, they always start crying and pleading with me to let them go.  Always.  I tell them that I will in due time but they aren’t ready to be released yet.  I’m not lying to them, I mean it.  I like the potential in them, they just need some help realizing it so they can live a truly melancholy life of gothic misery.  I want them out there in the world spreading their little bits of misery to everyone, but first, they have to learn their lesson.

When I strap them down, they fucking lose their shit.  Those mere moments of freedom between the cell and the Saint Andrew’s cross I lock them up on for proper torturing purposes gives them a glimmer of hope, but the iron shackles locked tight around their ankles and wrists rips it away instantly.  Sometimes they get violent and try to bite or headbutt me, it messes with them so much.  I get it, I don’t blame them a bit.  But I can’t be getting knocked out by some random slut’s oversized forehead or what have you, so I encase their cabeza’s in a big heavy skull mask.  Cools their jets instantly.

From there, I shove a fat black dildo that I attached to the end of an ax handle deep into their counterfeitly catastrophic cunts and take them through whippings and beatings with various tools and implements.  Wooden spoons and stinging nettles are a pretty fun flogging combo.  For me, anyway.  I’m also fond of taking handfuls of thumb tacks and throwing them at my captives as hard as I can.  Leaves really cool marks and sometimes I even get some to stick, it’s pretty fucking funny.

As promised, when I’m satisfied with my work and am certain that they’ll never forget the time they spent with me, I take them out to a completely random location and let them go.  What they do and where they go from there is up to them.  I like to think that they go on to spread real pain and suffering throughout the world instead of the fake as fuck, woe is me grim and gothic phone sex shit that they did in the past.  We’ll see.

 

Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.

My Ultimate Gang Rape Fantasy!

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesAll the abuse I’ve taken from daddy has made me a real gang rape fantasy whore! The only thing I think about when daddy isn’t beating me is getting dressed up like a slut and getting myself violated. I would go to my nearest college campus and get way too drunk at a frat party, I’d pretend to be passed out with my legs wide open in the nearest bedroom. My dream is to wake up with a room full of hot and horny fraternity brothers all with their cocks out. I’ll pretend to be scared and beg them to let me go but deep down my pussy would be pounding in excitement. I’d be slippery wet by the time I took that first cock; it would feel so amazing to cum on that force fucking cock while my other holes are being prodded open. I’d begin to squirt once they stuffed that third or fourth cock in me, I’d be cumming so hard their cocks would start shooting load after load into my cunt and ass. Of course, I’d want my tits and face covered in cum too, I’d be the best gang rape fantasy victim they’d ever had!