Category: Torture sex

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Taboo Phone Sex on Black Friday Gaped My Asshole and Cunt

taboo phone sexBlack Friday for me turned into a taboo phone sex nightmare. Although I told my family I was going Black Friday shopping, I really went to score some coke. My regular black dealer appeared to be enjoying a party when I arrived. And his big black burly friends looked at me like a piece of candy. Marcus seemed to be in a mood to make me earn the coke I wanted. Over the holidays, I just need more than usual. So, just fucking him would not suffice as trade.

He wanted me to service all his friends in a mass gangbang. I counted like 30 big burly black men who no doubt had matching big burly black cocks. Black men go rough on a white woman. And I do not enjoy being savagely fucked. But I needed coke. A desperate woman with no way to buy coke cannot choose who to fuck when she needs a fix. So, I was at Marcus’s mercy. If he wanted a gangbang rape porn star, he would get one.

Nothing Stretches My Holes Out More Than Big Black Cocks

So, I snorted some lines of coke off his big black cock and prepared myself for my largest gang bang yet. Some of the cocks that ravaged my pussy and ass felt like forearms penetrating me. My dealer’s posse did a number on me. Three cocks in me at once most of the time. But sometimes they double penetrated a hole stretching it out more than either son did when I birthed them.

My holes looked like caverns when they finished. But they did not finish quickly. Black men have better stamina. So, they fucked me for hours. Pulled my hair, slapped me and choked me too. All I could do was take it because if I did not, I would get no coke. And I needed coke. My ass took the brunt of those big black cocks. Two white dicks in my ass no problem. But two big blacks cocks in my ass gave me a glimpse into the world of an ass rape porn star. If I thought my son prolapsed my asshole, I had not seen anything yet.

After they finished cumming inside me, Marcus gave me my coke and sent me on my way. I am home now, partying as I sit on a bag of frozen peas.

Taboo phone sex pleasure feels so right when a bitch suffers

Taboo phone sex Taboo phone sex pleasure feels so right when a bitch suffers! You see, I am no ordinary dominatrix. I am a snuff queen, serving my king in virgin blood. I am not afraid to get down and dirty, to explore the taboo depths of human desire. I take pride in my ability to push limits, to make even the strongest of men quiver in my presence.

We both know what we’re here for. I got the little slut already tied up and ready for her hardcore torture. We like them young, dumb and about to be filled up with your cum. This little slave is such a treat to play with. The look in terror in her eyes while I defile her with my monster strap on makes me so fucking wet. I love to watch your cock grow harder and harder every time she screams.

The best thing about Torture sex with me Daddy is all these hoes are disposable and it won’t take me long to get a fresh one. And I’ve got plenty of toys we can use on her, I think my spiked paddle is my favorite. We can beat her until she is a bloody mess and then fuck her as hard as humanly possible. I want you to drink the slut’s blood from my mouth and cum in her tight little ass!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Calls I Savor as a Sadistic Bitch

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl.  Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.

I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.

She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.

Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege

Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them.  Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.

My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.

And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.

Cora’s Conundrum: A Tale of Mostly Consent

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Howdy, perverts! It’s Cora Takayama, that kinky little kitty you’ve been searching for.

I’ve got a thing for dominance, a real kinky streak that needs satisfaction. Some might call it a problem, but fuck ’em. I love it when you treat me like the filthy cum bucket I am. Roughly grabbing me, tying my hands, and dragging me to the bed like a physical manifestation of your wildest dreams. Once pinned down, you assert your dominance further—buckling me like a precious baby deer, leaving me vulnerable to your salty pecks. But the best part? The mind-blowing moment when you thrust violently into my cunt is pulsating pit stop. Pound me senseless, leave me breathless—your brutal incessant thrusts will have me seeing stars. Tearing off my clothes, you expose my sensitive nipples, delivering sharp tingles with each nibble. This power play leaves me helpless—a delicious athletics of total submission.

So, super sleuths, go find these helpless victims like me—tie ’em up and give ’em a good old fashion ass whooping.

 

Babysitter Phone Sex: Taking Advantage

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Babysitter phone sex is a fun fantasy because it’s so realistic for me. I’ve been babysitting for a long time now, so I know how these naughty old men think. They look at me, at my hot young body, and they WANT so badly. I might even go so far as to call it a NEED.

So let’s say you’re taking me home after an evening of babysitting. You’ve been out with your wife, who hasn’t given you any in months at this point. And there’s little ol’ me in the passenger’s seat, with my spaghetti-strap tank top and short-shorts on. You see an opportunity, and you’re going to take it.

You pull over in an abandoned parking lot and reach for me. You’re surprised to see that I don’t resist at all. I let you take my hand and shove it down your pants. You see, I’ve been angling for this all along. I mean, I’ll pretend to cry and say, “No, please!” if you want me to. But my pussy is going to be extra-wet when you finally slip inside me to fuck me like your life depends on it.

Ass Rape Porn in Exchange for Coke Almost Killed Me, Again

ass rape pornBeing an ass rape porn star for coke or money to get coke, gets rough sometimes. I met this man at a dive bar who said we could party together. And you know me. Of course, I said yes. I don’t care how I get my coke, if I get my coke. But when we got back to his place, I started doubting him. Just got a creepy vibe when I entered his place. It had that death smell. For a moment, I worried that he was some Jeffrey Dahmer type, killing people in his house, chopping them up and eating them. And I did not want to be dinner.

Someone died in his place, and recently I thought. So, I made up an excuse that I just got my period, wasn’t feeling well, and I needed to leave. But as soon as I bolted for the door, he stopped me. Grabbed my long red hair and yanked me back into his living room. This time, I feared I would die. He told me I better be a good whore, or he would do to me what he did to the last dumb cunt he took home. And he added that she never left.

Sometimes, I Think I Might Die Trying to Score Coke

I enjoy watching snuff movies, but I don’t want to be the star. At least not a real snuff star. He ordered me to strip, and I did like a good whore. Then he contorted my body to fuck me. My cunt felt too loose for him, so he tried my asshole. But he said that was too loose for him too. I wanted to tell him that the reason he could not feel my holes had more to do with his small dick than my gaped holes. However, I bit my tongue.

For a moment, I thought he might kill me over loose fuck holes, but instead he fisted my asshole. And then he double fisted my ass. He managed to fit both of his fists in my ass and my cunt. Watching me grimace in pain made him thrust his fists inside my holes even more. Damn. That hurt. For what felt like an eternity he fisted my fuck holes making them bleed and gape more. He loved the anal torture sex he gave me.

But finally, he passed out, and I made my escape. No coke though. Nonetheless, I lived. With my gaped, sore holes, I found a drug dealer who would give me coke. But he gaped me even further. The life of a druggy soccer mom never gets boring. But it does get dangerous.

Rape phone sex fantasies with nasty daddy

I love you to watch someone getting their Rape phone sex fantasies. That’s because my cunt gets wet from knowing you are in control and taking what you want. Therefore, I find a sadistic perv like my uncle. Best part I met a single dad, who just needed a little help. So, I started helping him groom her. It started with him grabbing her ass and tits. Soon his cock was so hard he couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to fuck her hard” you say to me as your mouth waters like a rabid beast. 

We go in her room and before she wakes up, I start to tie her up. “It’s ok little slut this will only make it easier for you” I say sternly as she starts to wake up. When you see her cry, you slap her and say, “you have been teasing me since you can walk”. Then you rip her panties off and I force her legs open. “Now you will step up and give daddy what he needs” you grunt as you get in between her legs. By now her panties are in her mouth and no one will be able to hear her scream.

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“Fuck this little whore until she can’t move” I say winking at you. Without a hesitation you ram your cock inside your daughter’s young cunt. Even though you rip her open and she screams you keep fucking her. The blood drips down to your balls but it just makes her cunt wetter and tighter around your cock.

Since she was moving all over the place, as I try to hold her down you wrap your hands around her neck. After you squeeze down, she stops moving and you continue the Torture sex you are giving your daughter. Soon your cock wad exploding inside her. Luckly I slap her back to contious, so she can keep being the torque fuck doll we need.

Teaching him a lesson.

 

Fantasy phone sex

Fantasy phone sex. I’ve had this desire to get back at my ex. He was always good at fucking the shit out of me with his big cock but he wasn’t faithful. When I saw who he was with I couldn’t take it anymore.

I asked him to come over to pound my snatch, I was horny as hell, I was “craving him”. He loves it when I say this shit to him. Once he showed I took him into my room, got him on his back and tied him to the bed.. He thought I wanted get kinky but I had other plans.

I took down his pants, and grabbed tight on his balls, squeezing on them. “Ouch, stop” he says. I bring out my whip and start smacking, going off on him. His body is red, starting to bleed. I take off all my clothes. Teasing him with my tiny wet moist pussy, I was so turned on torturing him.

I run my fingers down his body and lick the blood off my hands and spread it on my titty’s, slipping it into my cunt as I’m sitting on top of him. 

I slowly sit down on dick, soaking the head of his throbbing cock with my snatch juices while grabbing his neck. He’s helpless. I get up and start whipping him again.

He begs me to stop but I remind him that he’s a cheater. I continue to whip him while grinding on his dick. His blood covering the sheets. As they say, Karma is a bitch.