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Backdoor gangbanging with a massive incestual machine

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My evil master came up with a nasty plan, sick fuck brought back my incestual family to cum torture and abuse me, going right back to where my life of sexual sacrifice bagan, my younger days of abusive hell, the pain I grew to love. My pedo pecker uncle has a massive machine which broke me in, snuck into my room and popped my bloody cum cherry more than once.

The damn savage that master is set me up, tied me to my normal torture poll and wrapped me in chains. I expected the ritual and brutal beatings until my creaching creepy uncle walked in, I could hear his boots with his belt in hand, mommy right behind him. It’s just like the good old days, he shoved his cock up my ass so far, tearing, ripping, shredding my tight kitty. Mommy standing there, demanding and controlling, holding me down while her pussy was soiling, watching her offspring relive her nasty past.

My hips in the air, I’m on my tippy toes he’s so tall, pushing myself into his grown as he pulls the chains. ” I made you little bitch”, he yells, his anger got me moist, I could feel his breathe on my back. Mommy with her evil laugh, thrusting her crusty old pussy in my gagged face. Some things never change.

Gangbang rape fantasies blew and busted my shredded bunghole.

I’m bleeding, begging uncle pecker to stop but master wants his turn, spreading me even wide, pulling my hair, balls deep, I deserve this, I was born for this, double dicked, cock tip’s sliced me open, turned on by all this humiliation. Bloody cum running down my legs leaving a pathetic slave puddle beneath me.

Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Get Out Of Hand With This Gothic Teen Psychopath!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

Murder phone sex fantasies always gets my psychopathic murder pussy off. Last night I had a wild fantasy while i was walking. In imagined that I called up some of my crazy satanic friends and we broke into a Christian families house and tied them up. I cut up their youngest daughter and said she was the first sacrifice to our satanic cult as I painted satanic symbols all over the walls and on their foreheads. I told them their perfect blond catholic daughters would be whores for the devil and all of them would be going to hell.

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I laughed as I began cutting their clothes off and showing my big male friends their pretty flat chests and their bald virgin pussies. they tore into their little cunts with their fat demon cocks and began using them like fuck dolls as their parents helplessly watched. I laughed manically as i took the dads small cock out and began giving him a blow job and when he was nice and hard i bit his small cock off with my teeth. he screamed as i slit his throat and his blood sprayed me in the face. I made is wife eat his corpse and the bodies of her daughters before I sent her to my cabin. I had special plans for that dumb bitch. My Murder phone sex fantasies were getting even darker and I loved it. I would need to go out on a hunt soon.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because The Best Dick is a Dead Dick

necrophilia phone sexI find necrophilia phone sex arousing. Personally, the best kind of dick is a dead dick. I’m a woman with needs. Perhaps not the average needs. But that’s because I’m not the average woman. I just like to fuck. But I don’t like the small talk, the baby talk, the romance, or any of the coupling shit that comes with fucking. So, I kill my partner before I fuck him to ensure he’s a good lay. Call me a Black Widow if you want.

I do not date men. But I do occasionally fuck them. I’m human after all. However, I don’t crave the shit most girls do. All that romance shit, and wining and dining a girl, I don’t need. In fact, I’m very clear, but I don’t want any of that if I fuck you. But men think I’m joking. And I am not joking. If I tell you something or warn you about something you better fucking listen to me. Men who don’t listen to me, men who fail to heed my warnings, end up with snuff sex.

If I kill you before I fuck you, I essentially turn you into a dildo. Just a dick. I thought Bryan understood my rules. But once again, I found myself forced to kill another man. Just shut the fuck up. Nothing worse than when you’re trying to get off an a man will not stop talking. So, I slit his throat. In my defense, I warned the fucker many times. And he just laughed at me in a very dismissive way that pissed me the fuck off. At least now he knows I wasn’t joking.

For Me, I Prefer to Fuck When You are Dead

He had a nice cock, but that was the only thing I liked about him. Met him in a Goth bar. A steam punk guy who I thought would follow my rules. Me bad. I should know by now that men just can’t shut the fuck up when fucking. Since I always have a knife on my body, I pulled the knife out, pressed the steel tip against his jugular and gave him one more warning. But the bastard just laughed at me. However, I had the last laugh. His blood sprayed all over my body after I sliced his jugular open. But I just kept on fucking him.

A little blood never frightens a gore whore like me. I loved the feel of his warm blood splattering against my body as I got myself off on his cock. Until you have killed a man while his dick is inside of you, you’ve never truly experienced a hard cock. You would think a cock would go limp when you kill its host. But that’s not the case.

For a few minutes it stays stiff. And it’ll get stiff again when rigamortus begins. I don’t always have sex with dead bodies, but when I fuck, I’m very particular about how it goes. You need to shut the fuck up and just let me get off. A man’s incessant talking drives me insane. So, I find it easier to just kill them while I’m fucking them. Sure, it makes a mess. But I never mind sleeping in the wet spot if the wet spot is from your blood.

Dr. Evil’s den of castrated cocks, fucking the dead

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The bigger the better is my moto, but the dead one’s do things to me that the living don’t. Evil fuck collects so many cocks from the men he tortured for this very moment. Dungeon full of dead bodies with groins cut out, seeping blood, covering the floors. I feel like my end is near with him but he has other disgusting, sick and twisted blood soaked pecker plans.

Tied to a table with foot straps, no where to go and my screams go unheard. I’m surrounded by cut up cocks, black one’s, white one’s, short and fat, you name it, he wanted every type for his victims. Bound with my neck chained, my mouth gaged, he inserts a long pole into my tight little cooter, stretching me out wide for the first bloody BBC. Shaking, sweating, cum blood running down the table, this crazy fuck wants to double do me in!

With my legs numb and shaking in fear he shoved two fat cocks in at the same time. “Shut up bitch or I’ll add a third”.  Gagging and choking, almost passing out in pain he pushes even harder, sending a rush of pain through my entire tiny body.

“Cum for me cunt” while he rapidly thrusting.  I’m thrusting my hips up and down taking in two dead man’s dicks, scratching and cutting my raw insides my swollen bell starts to pulsate, opening my gate to hell even more. Spewing, squirting blood soaked spooge in his face.

Cut That Little Blonde Bitch Up

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Killer phone sex always makes my murder slut pussy so wet. I love grabbing those sweet blonde barbie bitches and taking them to my little cabin in the woods. My little sisters best friend was the last one. She had long blond hair a flat chest with pink perky nipples and a soft bald little pussy. I still get off at night thinking about what I did to her body. I loved how her sweet tears tasted and how easily I cut her open.

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Her sweet blood painted my fingers red as I spread open her new little holes. I told her she would be my next topic on killer phone sex. How so many sick and twisted fucks would love to hear how i tortured her little body and cannibalized her corpse. I can still taste rotting meat on my tongue along with the sweet metallic taste of blood.  My pussy gushed from the taste alone. I didn’t even have to touch my pulsing psycho cunt hole. I french kissed her severed skull and looked through social media searching for the next barbie bitch that would entertain me and all my friends on the dark web. This was the only thing that got my evil pussy off.

Murder, Blood, And Sex

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I love killer phone sex, i thought as I rand the blade of my knife down her clothes. Her breath was coming out in short gasps as I cut away her clothes. She whimpered when i dug the tip of the knife in her flat chest. I licked the small stream of blood that ran down her chest. My gothic teen pussy was so wet. My boyfriend was watching me as I giggled and cut her up like the crazy murder whore I was. I loved how bright and red her blood was on her pale pink skin. I slit her throat for my savage murder phone sex fantasy and laughed as her eyes went wide and she gurgled and choked on her own blood before dying.

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I pulled my boyfriend over to me and put his fat satanic cock in my mouth and started sucking him off as he laid on her dead body. I loved the smell of sex and death it made my tight teen pussy drip with my creamy slutty juices. I slid my wet little pussy on his cock and rode him like the psycho slut I was. Wen he came into my litte pussy I screamed and we covered her dead body with my cunt juice.

 

Forced to Star in Home Made Ass Rape Porn

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I’ll never be the same after this first date. Evan and I have been Texting for weeks. But I never thought our first date would turn into us making a home made ass rape porn. I guess I shouldn’t have sent all those nudes of my ass.

We ended the night at his place. He said he had the new Conjuring movie, and Ive been dying to see it. But once we got back to his house the movie was never played. Evan kept grabbing my ass all night. He gave me this drink. I drank it like a dumbass, and remember it making me so dizzy and warm.  So hot, I took all my clothes off. Exposing my tits, pussy and ass.

That’s when he brought it out and told me to bend and spread my ass cheeks for the camera

All Evan had to do was tell me what to do and for some fucking reason I was compelled to do it. He made me do the most degrading things for the camera like slapping myself, spank my pussy and I even had to fuck a beer bottle. Shoving it in an out of my Pussy.

All of a sudden, Evan Slapped me and throwed me down on the hard cold floor. Snatching me back by my hair. I screamed and begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t.  He put my face right up to the camera lens.

“Say Hi, To all the people watching Faith”

I screamed, as he wound his hand tighter in my hair. Bending me over and shoving his dick hard in my ass. Dry. It hurt so bad. The walls of my asshole were being torn, ripped and shredded. As he pumped his cock into me,  I felt the warm rush of wetness, and knew it was my blood lubing me. He was assaulting my asshole for people to see. My face shoved to the floor, Ass in the air. Evan put his foot on my head, smashing it into the ground. He pounded hard and fast until his release. Grunting and moaning as his cock pumped jizz into my bloody hole.

 

I Punished My Neighbor’s Pathetic Little Son

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My neighbor caught me dominating his pathetic sissy son. I had my 12 inch strap deep in his little tight asshole, tied down so he could run nowhere. The little fucker is a bad annoying boy, who doesn’t have respect for anyone. I couldn’t help myself but to give him a well deserved punishment. His dad wasn’t there thought he was at work. So I took him in his garage and tied him down then I began to spank him. I spanked him until his little ass turned nice and red. He tells me his daddy is going to make me pay for doing this to him. So I went further since daddy was going to get me, why not give him a real reason too. I put my 12 inch strap on and forced it in his tight little asshole. Very fucking tight, I literally tore his ass open and made him bleed. But I was satisfied thinking about how he will think twice before being a bad little shit again. But just as I was telling him if he didn’t want this to happen again then he would be a good boy. His dad busted in the garage door throwing me off his son and onto the floor. He was in a rage seeing he now sissy son tied and bent over. He slapped me three times back to back and grabbed me by my hair in a tight grip making me look at him. But I had a smirk on my face and that pissed him off even more. He ripped my dress off, as he tells me he’s going to do me the same way I just did his pathetic son. He flipped me over my ass and fat bald pussy right in his face. He spits on my asshole and forces his fingers deep in my asshole aggressively. Secretly I was excited to be getting punished, I need a good fucking. 

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies Will End Me One Day

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies most men have. And for whatever reason men like that gravitate to me. It’s like they have a six sense and feel my vulnerability and my desperateness for coke. But last night, I walked into a lair of killer men.

I decided to go barhopping last night. I had no intention of getting into too much trouble. Maybe suck a few dicks and get some coke. Have some fun and crawl back into bed with my husband. And my plan seemed to be working. Most of the guys I blew appeared to be normal guys. Just partying because they did not need to work today. I have long found that the night before a holiday, the bars get packed with men just looking to blow off some steam.

But one of the bars I walked into had a much different vibe than the others. A darker vibe. A new bar. I should have called it quits before I came here. Apparently, this bar doubles as a snuff porn studio too. Women walk into the bar, but they rarely walk out. And I discovered the hard way what this place was really all about. Apparently for the men, it’s a membership only place that cums with a healthy price tag. Men pay half 1 million a year to visit this bar. But what they get for their money seems priceless according to the members.

Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

When an unsuspecting woman like me stumbles into this mysterious new bar, she finds herself in the labyrinth of hell. Different rooms provide its own form of hell for a woman. I felt like I walked into something out of Eli Roth’s movie Hostel. I literally walked across broken glass. And that disabled me. When I fell to my knees, men dick slapped me, and skull fuck me. As my feet bled, I felt shards of glass digging into my knees.

That felt like nothing. The next room men strapped me to a slab of concrete and tortured me with electrical currents until I pissed myself. I hate being shocked. And this seemed more elaborate than anything I experienced before. Most men just use a cattle prod on me. But this contraption included little stickers they attached to the most sensitive parts of my body. They shocked me in unison. Pure torture sex. They even put stickers inside my cunt and over my asshole too. So, that explains why I pissed and shit myself in the bar.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

I didn’t make it through all the rooms in that bar. But only because I knew one of the guys in this torture den. My husband‘s brother. Never in 1 million years thought I’d see him in a place like this. So, I guess that goes to show you that you can’t always judge a book by its cover.

This guy is a money market man. He manages the wealth of a lot of people in our community. When I recognized him, I thought for sure he killed me just to keep his secret. But he thought about my boys and did not want them to lose their mother. So, he showed me the trap door that allowed me to escape.

But I smelled like piss. And burning flesh. My knees and my feet bled. And I did not have my clothes. A homeless man in an alley gave me some old dirty clothes to wear so that I could get home. Thank God, my husband takes Ambien at night. He slept through me coming home showering and crawling back into bed with him like nothing happened. But no doubt he might notice that I’m limping today. It’s hard to walk when your feet hurt from shards of glass.

I still can’t believe I saw my brother-in-law in a place like that. And I know for a fact that this likely will come back to bite me in the ass. Just like my stepson owns me. I think my brother-in-law does now too. But now I know a bar to avoid like the plague. I had no idea that something so sinister even existed in my small town. I should’ve stopped barhopping before I even got to this macabre torture chamber masking as a bar.