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Torture Sex Mommy

torture sexTorture sex is hot on the phone. The reality is very different, however. I do a lot of torture type phone sex calls. Men just love to abuse a druggy MILF. I think it is unresolved mommy issues.  Apparently they like to do damage to women in real life too. I met this guy at a high end, supposedly classy bondage club. But, he was anything but classy. He was not into old fashioned bondage like the club portrayed it’s members.  When I met him, I asked for another room immediately.  Even his touch gave me chills and a pit in my belly. I knew he was dangerous. That didn’t sit well with him. He was asked to leave the club for creeping out the women. He stalked me after I left the club. Somehow he broke into my place and turned my home into a torture palace. He used my own S and M equipment against me. As I was tied up in the basement  crying, he tormented me with a knife. He cut my nipples. He sliced my flesh around my breasts. The more I screamed, the more he cut. I tried to not cry and grimace, but he was rough. “You got a bad vibe from me at club, did you whore,” he seethed. “Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, whore,” he insisted as he sliced my left nipple off. I let out a deafening scream that alerted the neighbors I guess. Before long I heard the sirens. He looked at me as he inserted his blade inside my pussy and said, “Give the police anything about me bitch, and I will be back to ruin you permanently.”  Is it wrong that I want to see him again? I have a love hate relationship with sadistic men.

Knife Play Phone Sex with a Blasphemous Bitch

knife play phone sexI’m a blasphemous knife phone sex bitch. When I kill my prey, I make sure they know they going to hell because there is no God. I look them square in the eyes as they are praying to their make believe God for help. “If God existed, do you think he would let some random bitch kill you,” I always inquire before I gut them like a pig. God is dead. God is nonexistent, but the devil is real and alive inside of me. I think the clinical terms for me are insane, sociopath, narcissist, crazy ass bitch. Well maybe the last one is not a clinical term, but it is my favorite. I like to spread fear not joy. I like to bring death not life. This world is over populated with assholes, dip shits, annoying fuckers, brats and whores. Think of me as population control. Really, when you think about it, I am a do-gooder who is making this world a better place by killing the ones we don’t need. You will thank me one day when I off that cheating whore girlfriend of yours or kill that demanding boss who has never given you an ounce of respect in the decade you have slaved for him. Hell, you may even thank me when I decided to kill you because you are too weak and pathetic to stand up to either. Fuck God. Fuck you.

Torture phone sex with Knives

Torture phone sex

I was so fucking drunk at the club last night when I ran into a hot piece of ass that I wanted to take home and have him torture me until I couldn’t take it anymore. He started fingering my bloody pussy on the dance floor and telling me all the crazy sexy shit he wanted to do to me. Once we got back to my house, I led him to my torture chamber. He threw me down onto my operating table and tied down all of my limbs with some thick rope so that I couldn’t move while he had his way with me! To my pleasure, he reached for my huge sharp butcher knife that I had been fucking myself with earlier before I left for the club. He grazed that 12 inch shiny knife all over my skin, making incisions across my entire body. Oh fuck my pussy was dripping wet. He loved to taste my blood and spit it into my mouth while I layed there helpless and horny as fuck. I begged him to fuck me with that sexy ass butcher knife while he was digging it into my tight asshole and pussy. He reached for my gold dildo with sharp spikes and shoved it into my asshole while he had the knife cutting up my fucking cervix. Watching him brutally attack me was so fucking sexy and I can’t wait to fuck him again.

Snuff Porn Babysitter Phone Sex Fantasies

snuff sexI made a snuff porn for Christmas. What did you do? I had some help of course. I was babysitting last night. I know, right? I hardly look like the kind of girl who likes brats. You are correct. I hate them. Germy, needy, self entitled cesspools. They drain your time, energy and money. That is why I don’t have any. But, they are fun to fuck with, literally and proverbially. The little devil’s spawn I was in charge of last night was a blond blue eyed devil in disguise. Perfect ray of sunshine when her folks are around, but the moment they are gone, she turns into the bad seed. I decided to teach the little whore a lesson with the help of a dirty old accomplice friend. Monica has this stupid Elf and a Shelf doll she loves. First, I had my friend dress up as the creepy Michael Myers to scare the crap out of Monica. I promised him if he did this favor for me, I would let him explore his ageplay rape fantasies with her. I could always say we were victims of an unknown assailant. Sweet little Monica would never see his face. She woke up screaming when she saw the scary man with the knife killing her fucking doll. I acted like the concerned babysitter at first. At first when I thought she was just going to get force fucked by my wicked accomplice. But, darling little Monica went into rabid little bitch mode, so I told him to kill her. Told him he could fuck her alive then dead to compare which was better. She looked at me in horror. I pinned her down while he fucked her tight virgin hole. So young. So tender. So dead. He stabbed her after he fucked her, then he fucked her some more. Pinned her to the wall  next to her annoying elf on a shelf. He  hit me hard over the head to cover up my involvement. Merry Christmas to her parents. They will be brat free in 2017. Merry Christmas to me too. I love being a sick accomplice, especially in the murder and torture of annoying little creatures.

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Blasphemy Sex Gets Violent

Blasphemy sexI was scared as fuck!! They had me locked in that cage with the fur-babies; my heart was pounding and my blood was pumping so hard and fast. Then, I heard it: the sound of a key being turned in a lock. Apparently what I thought was solid wall had a narrow hallway at the furthest end, because that’s where the man came from. He held up a shackle and manacle set that would keep me bound and unable to run or move much. He opened the cage and put them on me, making it so I had to shuffle along behind him. He led me straight out into a dark night, lit up only by a bon-fire. There was what seemed to be a make-shift altar near the fire, and they tried to get me to lie down on it. I fought them, at which point 3 of them held my hands and feet over the fire until it really started to hurt. They wouldn’t move me away from it until I agreed to behave. Once they had me tied to the altar, they started slicing into my thighs near my cunt, draining blood from me, which I assume they were keeping, as they had some cups held to either side of the altar. Finally, I felt it. One of them had a finger in me, then added another, until he had his entire hand inside of me. He shoved it harder and further into me, until he reached my cervix. If I thought he was done, I was wrong. He shoved a finger up INTO my cervix, which hurt in and of itself. I felt his finger hook around, and I felt that first ripping pain before I passed out, knowing I would wake up without a uterus, if I woke up at all from this nightmare.

Dirty white devil whore

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As he was choking me and plowing his dark brown sand nigger cock into my pussy he was telling me I was a dirty white devil. This was not his holiday to celebrate. He wasn’t going to wish me a merry any fucking thing. Instead he was going to ruin my Christmas and  my pussy. He was going to fuck me till my white devil pussy was fiery red and swollen! Like a Infidel Whore should be fucked. I was begging him to let me go, begging him to spare my life. I had so much more to live for. He began to praise Allah as he was brutally fucking my asshole. His knife was digging into my throat as he fucked me. Forcing me to take every inch of his sand nigger cock! Teaching me a lesson for being a dirty white devil whore! I had been tempting him for weeks, he said he has seen every sign. He said I forced him to take such measures.. “This is all your fault white devil.” he whispered in my ear as he slit my throat and came inside of my asshole.

Snuff Sex Born a Victim

I couldn’t help but think I was being stalked and snuff sex keeps crossing my mind. Who fucking thinks like that? I do! I’ve been through it all, and can not help but be suspect to foul play, as it turns me the fuck on!
I get off on being the focus of someones mind enough to plan it all out. I’m fucked up in my twisted thoughts and here is a prime example as to why… as it just happened. In my haste of getting my shopping done and to my car I failed to pay attention to the van parked right next to my car. As I stepped to my car, on the other side of the van I was grabbed and pulled in.
Knocked out and my clothes cut off of me I was ass raped porn material from the grab. I was sent this video of what was done to me that night I awoke in my car in the mall parking lot covered in blood and secretions of cum and spit. My panties where sliced and I had cuts in my vaginal region and on my breasts and thighs.
I now see how it all went down and I also see that it’s a very popular money maker. This reads as a threat since they know my address. I can’t help but rub one out right now.

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2 Girl Phone Sex Gets Brutal

2 girl phone sexVenus was a BDSM goddess, that’s for sure. She tortured me alongside the road for a bit longer, leaving welts, gashes, and bite marks at random. Then, she took me back to what I assume was her place. If I’d thought the torment was over, I got a lesson really quickly. She carried, physically carried, me into her place and straight into what looked like a dungeon of horrors. There were chains everywhere, hooks, blades, cattle prods, fireplace pokers, and a wide array of other nefarious-looking items. She laid me down on a table in the middle of the room, and made sure that my bound hands were secured.Sadistic phone sex She proceeded to grab various instruments to beat, poke, and otherwise torture me with. At one point, she even set one of the fireplace pokers into what could only be called a brazier of smoldering coals. She used the shape to brand me before poking the rod into my side deep enough to leave a cauterized gouge mark. She knew exactly how to make me scream, and every scream that I uttered drove her to want another. Finally, she brought out this massive machete-type blade, and I couldn’t help but groan in terror. She slowly slid it into my cunt and proceeded to fuck me with it, slicing into my flesh with every slow stroke. I could feel myself slowly starting to bleed out from all of the damages….

Castration Phone Sex: Tis the Season To Whack off Nuts

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is one of my favorite calls. Tis the season to whack off testicles too. The holiday season brings out all the losers and sad sacks. In reality, the best gift a pathetic worthless piece of shit can give to the world is junk removal. If you are that pathetic you have NO business reproducing. I feel extra charitable too this time of year so I often give free ball removal services to the truly pathetic. Many men are down on their luck and can’t afford my services. In the holiday spirit, I remove their worthless junk for free. I met one such loser earlier in the week. He was panhandling on the street. He was telling tales of being a veteran, but I knew better. I went to high school with this piece of shit. He was con artist even then. Many veterans are homeless and need our help, but ass wipes like Charlie make folks leery of helping the truly homeless vets once they realize they have been scammed.

snuff sexCharlie crushed on me in high school, so I saw my opportunity to give free junk removal to a bottom feeder. I told him I liked dirty sex so he didn’t need to shower.  What a fucking moron to believe that line. More proof that he didn’t deserve testicles. I tied him to my bed for some kinky sex, but whacked off his balls instead of whacking him off. Blood sprayed my face, my sheets and my walls. Hot sticky blood of a total loser. I used an old rusty knife too. Dirty utensils for a dirty sorry ass man. He screamed in pain, pleaded for mercy. With rage in my eyes, I decided on some snuff sex too. I stabbed him deep in the belly. I gutted him like he was a pig and I was the butcher. Actually he was a pig and I am a butcher. A butcher of the worthless. A butcher of the annoying. A butcher of bitches. A butcher of losers. A butcher of brats. A butcher of YOU. It is going to be 24 days of murderous mayhem for me. Happy Holidays!

Knife Play Phone Sex with Marley

Knife play phone sexI awoke to a harsh, driving pain in my side. I couldn’t recognize my surroundings, what little I could see of them in the dim light and from my angle. I went to move my hand to comfort my side, only to realize I was restrained. I felt the pain in my side erupt again, and paid attention to it. It was the feeling of a blade being drawn back out of a stab wound. I had felt that before, and it drove my blood through my veins at double the rate. I tried to scream, only to realize that my mouth was taped shut. It wouldn’t do me any good to scream anyway, it seemed. The best I could make out, I was in a sealed room that looked to be made of rock or stone.

A slap across my face drew my attention to my attacker. He had a huge grin on his face as he reprimanded me for not immediately focusing on him as my superior in every way, instead of exploring my environment. I watched as that knife found its way into my side again, this time piercing one of my kidneys. I felt his hand drive into my cunt, wide open and in full. The tears poured out of me as I screamed and writhed from the pain he was putting me through. Then, I saw the knife flash upward, above my chest, only to be driven down, just below where my sternum ends. I struggled to breathe, but he drew it up again, forcing his hand deeper into me as he stabbed lower. He did this again and again, driving the knife into me lower and lower with every move, until he finally buried it to the hilt in my uterus. I wanted to die, but he wasn’t done with me yet.