Category: Torture sex

Home Invasion and the day I got violated.

 

Hi this is the story of the strangest weird day I ever had it started like any other I was staying over at my friend Stacy’s house for the weekend trying to convince her to go to the underground rave with me so we could have a least a fun weekend and not stay home all weekend Friday night changed our lives forever as I was getting ready I put on a black mini dress with spiked boots up to my knees and no panties weren’t going to be an option tonight I wanted to get fucked hard bareback by a random guy at the rave a least it was what I thought was going happen until I heard a loud crash coming from the back bedroom as I walked towards the sound I just heard I saw a dark shadowy figure tall dark with a masked face get on the floor Bitch! Are you alone is anyone else here? No I said as the masked stranger started to tie my hands behind my back he took out a knife and pulled at my dress ripping the fabric down the middle grabbing at my busty chest roughly slowly sliding the knife over my panties tearing them to slashes as soon as I could move I tried to run to the door in the front of the house I was naked now running for my life Stacy was gone to her boyfriend’s house so I had to fend for myself as I got closer to the door he caught by my long locks and pulled me back inside making his way back to the bedroom that I was staying he told me not to move or I was dead I did as he instructed I didn’t move his eyes were green and he had short length hair cut into a buzz cut he stood at 6 feet tall and looked like a psycho why are you doing this I asked silence nothing he just looked at my bare body then crawled on the bed beside me looking directly at my honeypot he slid his cold gloved hands all over my body poking and exploring until he got to my honeypot he took his right hand and dipped two fingers into my honeypot playing with my nub as I pulled and tried to stop the current event that was occurring I knew I couldn’t stop him if I tried as he took the same two fingers he pulled them up to his mouth and tasted my honey I thought the worst was over but it had just begin. To be Continued

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Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet

torture sexHe called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.

Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.

Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please

Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.

I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.

Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had.

Blasphemy sex       Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had. Admit it you know you love it. Coming over to the dark. Breaking every commandment. All ten of them. You know you will like it. You will love it. Corrupting you in ways you never dreamed possible. The reason for this is because I am the one your parents warned you about.

       I will not deliver you from evil. I will hand you over on a silver platter. Literally. Leading you into temptation for thine is kingdom, the power of evil, forever and ever.

       First commandment you will be breaking on your path to evil destruction is- You shall have no other gods. What does this mean? It means that I will become your Goddess. You will worship at my feet. You will beg me to defile you in ways that you have not thought of. Watch me eviscerate your most loved and cherished one for a chance to worship at the altar of my cunt. It must be remembered that a sacrifice is to be made to achieve true bliss.

       It is a wrathful, vengeful goddess that you are worshipping. Much more than what you are used to dealing with. That cock will know both heaven and hell as you bury it in this pussy.

       A sacrifice was given freely. Now the reward of your cock being surrounded with this tight splendor. Gripping you like a Venus fly trap, gobbling you up. Taking all of you. Soul and all.

       When I am finished with you, I will have forced you to commit ever atrocity imaginable. Every other commandment will have been broken, I will be your Goddess and Lucifer your God. Bowing before us. Offering us all you have including your own life.

       We will bask as you have sex with dead bodies for our enjoyment. Like it, love it. Beg for it. In summary you will break every vow to every religion but to the altar of the Goddess Angie and Lucifer.

Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Skanky Babysitter Duties

Babysitter phone sexI mean what can I say? I am a lovely babysitter for my neighbors! I mean the only thing I charge is a promise to be fucked by that daddy cock in my teen fuck holes. Today was a huge surprise though because I was not expecting Mr.Andrews to have his friend over when I came by. So I was lucky to have 2 big cocks in my whore holes. At this point it is pretty much a plan that when I come over I am going to be plowed before he leaves for work. I am always well prepared and ready for a load. I am so lucky to have such a nice neighbor who shares my holes with his friends too. Do you want to play? Oh, you should call me then and tell me all the filthy things you want to do to my slutty little babysitter gashes. Maybe I can be a perfect babysitter for your young ones too. Hehe <3

Blasphemy Sex with the Blow Job Loving Priest

Dirty Priests Secretly Love Blasphemy Sex 

Slutty whores like me are what corrupt even the most holy of men. You “God Loving” men are always the most sick fucks. Choking, hitting, spitting, you’re all disgusting pervs who love blasphemy sex. I fucked so many of you bastards when I was on the blade. I remember one really sick prick. This one was a priest. He picked me up and drove me to his church. He dressed me up like a nun and told me to follow all of his directions. He said he was going to save me from the sin of lust.

It was my panties first. The priest made me lift up my dress and decided my lacey thong was too obscene. He would have to punish me for God. He bent me over his desk and pressed a cane to my ass. With every hit he told me to thank God. This priest beat me until my ass was split and bleeding. “Get on your knees whore. It’s time to pray.” I got on my knees, closed my eyes and prayed. I was to ask God to accept my sacrifice and purify me. Then I felt something salty and hot sliding into my mouth.

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Priest Purifies My Cheap Phone Sex Throat

The priest was trying to slide his cock into my mouth. It was all too much. I wanted to leave. But when I tried he slapped me hard across the face with the cane. I fell to the floor, but he grabbed me by the neck and squeezed. His hands were clenched so hard I thought my neck would snap. He said God gave him the duty to purify me. The only way was with his holy cum. I was a threat sent by Satan to test his faith, but he would fuck me, or beat me, into submission. He had clearly been watching too many religious snuff movies.

I tried to leave again but he hit me hard across my neck and chest. His cock was hard and he was panting. I had to do what he said. I got back on my knees, and opened my mouth. His cock was disgusting. I tried hard to keep from gagging, but the smell, taste, and the way his cock kept hitting the back of my throat… I just couldn’t. Tears and spit leaked down my face while he forced his cock in harder. His load gushed down my throat. He held my chin and told me to open wide. I did. And then I swallowed.

I said thank you to God, and for the priests holy sperm. And then I got the fuck out of there.

Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Torture sex from uncle was not all he ever needed

The Torture sex my uncle would give me wasn’t enough for him sometimes. He needs to take control of a little body and abuse it hard until there is no more life left in it. From time to time my uncle used me to lure little dumb bitches for him to abuse. My job was to tie them up and undress them. “Don’t forget to stuff those panties into her mouth” he yells at me.

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After I stuff them in her mouth, my uncle whips her body with his belt. The point is for her to hurt and soon give up, that is what gets his cock hard. Blood starts dripping for some of the wounds from the lashing he is giving her, and his eyes get big. “Tell me you are mine now” my uncle demands from his young little victim. “I’m yours, please just let me go ” her crying words were muffled by her panties. Then he pulled his cock out and slammed in her asshole. As she cries my uncle pounds her asshole hard. “Come on little slut, the faster you make me cum the sooner this will be over ”.

My uncle wraps his hands around his little victim’s throat and starts using her asshole like a “Fleshlight”. Like a worthless fuck toy is how he sees her i can tell. Because even when her little asshole was bleeding, he just fucked her harder. “Make me cum slut” he yelled and squeezed her neck hard. Then I hear a snap, like when a chicken’s neck is snapped in half. She even convulsed like a chicken would. Finally, my uncle got what he wanted, and he started filling her asshole. After he was done filling her up, he looked at me and said “time to get rid of the rotten meat”.

Castration phone sex slut makes a pervert cut his dick off

Castration phone sex A midnight fuck led to his cock being stuffed down his fucking throat after a steamy Castration phone sex session. He asked for guidance so I gave it to him… We had been planning on a ball removal for a while… Finally, the elastrator had come in the mail… While getting the ring attached to his balls the fucker began screaming in agony. The dumb fuck wound up clamping his dick in the process… Hearing his screams made my pussy tingle. Knowing that his cock was going to be gone forever was so satisfying!

As I heard him struggle I had advised him to grab a pair of bolt cutters… He was high out of his fucking mind and begging me to grant him a bonus hole. He is a snotty little faggot that always seems to have his Sissy panties in a bunch. It was pleasing to hear his screams over the Snuff porn that was blaring in the background. Welp, the fucking loser snipped his dick off! I had him use a clothes iron to burn the skin and stop the bleeding… Of course, the fucking moron did as he was told.

I couldn’t leave the evidence behind, so I made sure to have him eat his worthless cock after using it as a dildo on himself. I had him stuff his flaccid dick with rocks and sowed the end. His little weiner stood 4 inches fully packed. He grunted as he felt the sharp edges of the rocks work its way into his mangina. Looks like the faggot won’t be getting any dick for a few days since the Torture sex did leave his asshole budded.

Like a well-behaved sissy faggot cum slut, you are to do as you are told – or – Suffer the consequences!

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?