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Torture Sex for Coke-What Was I Thinking?

torture sexHe said it was torture sex I would enjoy. He was wrong. I don’t think any woman enjoys torture.  If I wanted my bag of coke, however, I had to let him do his medical experiments on me. He was like some sort of demented med student. He sells coke and high-end pharmaceutical drugs, but pills have never been my problem. I like cocaine. Cocaine doesn’t always like me though. Thankfully I was high last night because he put a cattle prod in my cunt and shocked me. It was the most awful pain ever. I was pissing myself and convulsing. He was stroking his cock. He said this was for a medical experiment. Instead of paying me cash, he was giving me coke. This was no medical experiment. This was torture for pleasure, his pleasure. He put the cattle prod up my ass too. I twitched so bad I thought I was having a seizure. Honestly, this was as hard as I had ever worked for a bag of blow. He even used a speculum on me and sprayed my insides with some sort of chemical. It burned and made my pussy bleed. He said he was sterilizing me, but I had a hysterectomy last year. He was just torturing me some more. I let him think he had left me barren because he got off on my tears. I just wanted my bag of fucking coke, but he was not yet done with his medical fetish phone sex experiments. He pierced my clit with a hat pin and laughed as I bled. I wanted to scream to him to just give me my damn coke, but I knew better. He was a sadist and I was his muse. I think he might have been a Nazi doctor descendent. Thankfully, I got my coke. I went home and dulled my pain with white line after white line.

Brat Sex Slave Mutilations

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I am an evil slut. I get wet during mutilation phone sex. I love how destroying wet cunny with you gets that dick so hard. The only thing better would be if I could ride that fat blood covered cock. I have taken little Vampire little girls into my care. I love how fucking wrecking those cold tight virgin pussies is a never-ending cycle. My own tiny angels that will rip your throat out. These sweet-faced demon girls must suffer the first forced fuck each and every time! But they have become cold-blooded cunny killers as I result.  revenge to the powers that be for them suffering deep cunny torture each time they are penetrated. And while my very taboo aged girls’ hymens grow back, these human taboo age girls are so fun to permanently destroy cunny and kill them in sadistic ways with you! I always love to grind that flesh for brat soup! And feed it to my guard mutts!  Can you imagine a Mommy looking for her brat and knowing that her daughters’ remains were in my mutts and my stomach?

Snuff Porn with a Bought Girl

snuff pornHe wanted a snuff porn experience with a super young girl.  I always deliver no matter how young the girl may be because I am about money. I don’t have a maternal instinct, so if you want to destroy a young girl, I will help you. Rape fantasies don’t scare me. I encourage them. No moral compass. That is the kind of accomplice you want. Jack has a thing for super young girls. We went hunting and picked out a sweet young thing at the trailer park. This was a unique situation because we bought the girl. Her strung out mama didn’t care about her daughter’s welfare. Normally, I must kidnap a brat, but we bought her for the low price of $1,000. She was a steal. Mommy will have that all up her arm in a few weeks. No one would report this angel missing. If any of her remains are found, what is mommy going to say? If she says she sold her to get high, no one will believe she didn’t kill her. We were in the clear to do dark and depraved things to this little angel. And we did. He fucked every hole she had, even her eye socket. She was a screamer too. Such tender flesh though. She bled easily and it was such a cherry red color too. Damn, it was wicked hot snuff sex. Now if I can just find another little whore to buy and kill.

Snuff Sex with Castration

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only kind I have because I am no one’s girlfriend. I don’t do lovey dovey bullshit. I told this guy repeatedly that I was not interested. He thought I would be the prefect girlfriend. He learned the hard way I was serious. After 2 hours of his incessant pushing for a date, I let him think I caved. I let him think I would go home with him and fuck. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I don’t fuck annoying losers. When he got naked, I laughed. He had a micro penis. I figured he did. He was shocked that I was laughing. He was even more shocked when I pulled out my knife. He never saw that coming despite my appearance.  I don’t look like a girlfriend. I look like a psycho goth killer. He said, “Baby, lets talk this over.” I am no one’s baby. Never will be. I cut off his dick. Normally, I might just castrate, but his dick was nothing more than a mushroom. All head and a short stubby steam. He didn’t need it, except maybe to pee. But that stub was not bringing pleasure to any girl and I doubt even himself. I pinned him against the wall and took his cock and his balls. Because he was so tiny, his cock and balls came off together with one swipe of the blade. He did make a mess. He shit and pissed himself before he passed out. I was shocked how quickly he went down. Hit the grown like a sack of potatoes. Hit his head, convulsed and passed out. He stole my thunder. I wanted to make a snuff porn with him. I wanted to film me mutilating his worthless sex organs, but he passed out from the shock, hit his head and technically killed himself. That just means I sill have a hunger to satisfy.

Castrated, For Her Pleasure

You really don’t need that now do you? You’re a pathetic waste and frankly the only pleasure you could give me is to let me castrate you and cut off that useless peg of a dick. I would take great pleasure in pursuing castration phone sex with you, but you see I would have to take it further. I personally like taking souvenirs, like most serial types do. I like to play with my victims and nothing is better than to start with a castration while you cock is hard. I slit that ball sack right open and let those nuts fall… I then move to filet that cock, kinda like you butterfly a steak filet before I completely dismember it from your slit nut sack. My good boy really loves when I give him the bloody meat to feast on. So, are you up to be my next victim?

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Killer Phone Sex Fantasy About Being Dismembered

killer phone sexAs I listened to his killer phone sex fantasies intently, I got scared because I knew that soon they would not be fantasies. He talked about wanting a blonde bimbo to dismember. With no pain or numbing meds, he wanted to saw off the arms and the legs of a blonde slut. One that looked just like me. I started to run, but he over powered me. He grabbed my arm and twisted it in such a way that it snapped. I felt it break. I cried in pain. If that had been all the pain, I would have been able to endure it. What came next, was unimaginable. It was something out of a Texas Chainsaw movie. As I laid on the floor trying to move my broken arm, he fired up a chainsaw. I didn’t see it coming until my blood was splattering everywhere. I went into shock as I saw my one good arm severed from my body. He had an evil phone sex look on his face as he severed my other arm. I tried to run with severed limbs, but I slipped in my own blood. I hit my head and as I was on the floor squirming about, he cut me in two. I was eviscerated, laying in my entrails and warm blood. I would be dead soon. He waited until the moment I took my last breath before he fucked me.

Snuffing Mommy

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My Daddy always said that he hated naughty little sluts. Last Saturday, I came home from shopping with my friends at the mall to find daddy waiting for me as soon as I walked in. I was so shocked that he returned home from his business trip early, but he told me that he had to cut it short because he received a call from mall security. They told Daddy that I stole thongs and bras from the lingerie store with my friends. He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the wall making my head bleed. Daddy asked why I am behaving so badly and why I am dressing like a whore like my friends. He pushed his fingers inside my stolen panties and rubbed my cunnie until it dripped wet. He asked if I deserved to be punished and I begged him not to. He said instead he would punish my mother for letting me dress like such a slut. He dragged mommy into the living room by her hair and made me sit on her face with my bare cunnie while he defiled her with his cock. Daddy made me watch while he had his rape fantasy with mommy. Mommy screamed and screamed into my wet cunnie but Daddy wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed tightly until she couldn’t breathe. Daddy suffocated her while I rubbed my wet hard clitty all over her face until I squirted all over her blue face. Daddy told me that my punishment was to snuff my mommy with him and I did as I was told. Now if I want to continue to live, I had to bring Daddy all my little whorish friends to snuff one by one. It would serve as a lesson to me for being a slut like them, he said.

Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is popular on Sundays. I think men get to praying for a bigger dick; praying to be a better man and they can’t do that with a shrimp dick. Little dick losers pray at my evil alter. I don’t have empathy only contempt for small dick losers. I met Tom at a bar. We had corresponded via the dark net for months. I was encouraging him to chop off his balls. He took some convincing, but he agreed. When I came down to doing it, however, he struggled. He botched it, and only nicked his left testicle. That was when he started asking me for more than just encouragement. He wanted my help with chopping off his nuggets. I told him that would cost him. We agreed to meet. Last night, was the last day he had balls. I took him to my castration chamber after a few drinks at the bar. I explained that my castration chair was an old prison executioner chair modified to chop off balls. I gave him a shot of whiskey and strapped him in. For a clean castration, no movement can occur, or I might take the cock too. I separated his balls from his dick. I use a castration band like they do with sheep and cattle. The circulation is cut off, numbing the balls. This makes it easier to whack them off. I wanted to give him a clean cut. I used sterile medical grade scissors and snip snip the balls. It is torture sex. It hurts no matter what, just hurts less when I do it properly. Jack asses get a dirty castration with serious risk of infection. For Tom, I used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound. I’m no surgeon. He will have a nasty jagged scar, but he will live a eunuch’s life from here on out.

Taboo Phone Sex Stories

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex stories are something I have many to share. I have this one kinky master who is into a lot of fetish things. We hooked up the other night in his fetish basement. He strung me up in the air in a harness. He put these little pinching clips all over my thighs and pussy. It was like a swarm of bees stung me. My thighs and pussy were pulsating with pain. It was not pain I couldn’t handle, but it was annoying constant pain. Master brought out one of those industrial sized dildos too. Please and pain. He loves to inflict both at the same time. As he masturbated me with that large wand, I started pissing.  I made a mess of Master. He was not happy that I pissed on him.  It was like a flood gate had opened between my legs and a geyser spewed out. He started whipping me with his belt. The belt buckle lashed my labia making my cunt lips bleed. I was begging for forgiveness, but I angered him. I took my lashings, but he left me strung up overnight, bleeding and swollen and pissing on the floor. I loved every minute of it.

Mutilated Teen Whore

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My pimp caught me stealing cash again. He said this time, I will learn the lesson of what happens to thieving whores. He sent me to a strange hotel room and told me that I am to do whatever this john tells me to do. When I got there, I was told to take off all of my clothes immediately. I was tied to the bed with my short teen legs spread out wide. The john pulled out a long 3 foot leather whip and told me that if I screamed, things will only get worse. If I made it 20 lashings without screaming, I’d be free to go. He began whipping my tiny teen tits until the skin ripped and bled. I couldn’t help it, I screamed after 5. That was against the rules. So I had to be punished even more. The john then took out a huge wooden cain and told me that if I could go 10 lashings without screaming, I would be free to go. Except there was one more rule, I had to beg to be whipped harder each time. He started by striking the cain on my teen tits one more time. But then, he struck my pink teen cunt over and over again. He whipped harder as I counted until my clit and teen pussy swelled up and bled all over my thighs and the bed. It tore up my cunt, I couldn’t contain myself. The pain was so intense, I screamed after 3 whippings. Disobedient whores like me deserve more punishment. The john took out a long metal rod and heat it up until it was white hot. Then he pressed the metal into my puffy bleeding teen nipples and branded me. Then he reheat it again and pressed it deep into my swollen clit. That should teach me a lesson, he said.