Torture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine. I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.
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Castration Phone Sex is My Fav
When guys ask me what my favorite kind of call is, I never hesitate when I say castration phone sex. It might surprise you how many calls a week I get for this. I’m prepared too. My grandpa ran a prison. When it was shut down and merged with a new modern prison, I inherited some memorabilia. My favorite is the old death row chair. If this chair could talk! It would tell a tale about lots of men needing their nuts removed so they wouldn’t get their lives erased. If you made P men eunuchs, perhaps their urges for little ones would be harder to act on. If you lobbed off the balls of murderers perhaps they wouldn’t feel the need to kill so often. Testosterone makes men crazy. If you castrated men who attack women because they know they can’t get fucked without force, perhaps they wouldn’t be about to get it up to do the deed. If men with naughty desires came to me first, I could solve the problem of overcrowded prisons. Of course, there are just tiny dick losers and pain sluts who can benefit from junk removal too. This former death row chair is now a castration chair. Straps used to stop a prisoner from convulsing, keep you from seizing from the pain. The little cup underneath designed to collect the piss and shit a prisoner leaves when exiting this world, collect your testicles now. The plank for bracing limbs when a prisoner’s body goes into shock from electrocution, separates your cock from your balls for me. This chair has the souls of dead criminals in it. Now it has the blood and tears of losers who don’t deserve their balls. I have the sharp knife, castration bands, booze, mouth bit and soldering pen. You just bring your worthless balls. I’m ready for taboo phone sex. Are you?
Mutilation Phone Sex Gets HOT!
He wanted to put me on a spit and roast me!! What really had my juices flowing was that he wanted me to WANT to be put on a spit and roasted. So, he tortured me. He tied me up and pried each nail off of my fingers and toes. Then, he took a lash to my backside, cutting gashes and gouges into my lower back, ass, and thighs. He pulled whole chunks out of my hair by hand, and cut my tits all up. By the time he was finished torturing me, I was begging to die. I still wasn’t ready to beg to be burned by slow-roasting over a fire, though. That was when he brought out this enormous garden stake. It was about 3 inches thick and at least a foot and a half long, and it had a very pointy edge. The entire thing was wood, and it was definitely not the smoothest stick I’d ever seen. He bent me forward, and he spread my tender, painful ass cheeks. He started to push that spike up into my ass. I don’t know how far he got it, but with the splinters jabbing into my ass and the spike pressing in all the wrong places, it wasn’t long before I was begging for him to just put me on the spit and have done with it. By the time he shoved that spit up my ass, and through my guts til it came out of my mouth, I was just done. I was ready for the darkness to swallow me. Now, he’s carrying me, with his friend, over to the fire, and I can feel the heat the closer we get. I can’t help the tears that are falling, but I am ready to be done…
Snuff Sex Carnal Desires
When your carnal desires begin to stir and that bulge in your pants needs something twisted to get relief and snuff sex is the only thing that will really get you off. I’m a vicious accomplice for all sorts of wicked fun and games as the twisted fun I have is what drives my libido out the fucking window. I am a fucking machine and love to fuck at the end of a messy blood coated adventure.
My last adventure as a hired hand in committing a gruesome torture phone sex act with a dumb little fucking brat. I beat the crap out of her and punched her in the mouth to make it a bloody toothless mess for my partner in crime to fuck. I fisted that young sluts cunt with my spiked rings on and oh the pleasure of seeing that cunt bleed.
Snuff Sex Dinner
Snuff sex? It’s too final for me. I mean snuff equals death, right? He said we were just simulating a snuff scenario. I didn’t have a choice. He is a man. Men are always in control, at least with me. I’m just a blonde bimbo, right? I’m not good for anything but fucking, sucking and abusing. When I arrived, I was ordered to disrobe. It was time for a naked inspection. Him and his friends inspected me for body hair and cleanliness. I had very specific orders on how I was to appear before arrival. Clean, shaved and sans any make up, perfume or jewelry. Once I passed inspection, I was escorted to the basement with several other women. Someone was cooking something. I could smell the aroma. Sweet with herbs. It was hard to imagine we were being served dinner. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we all gasped when we realized we were going to be dinner. Big caldrons of water hanging over open flames with girls already cooking. Have you ever smelled cooking flesh? Apples were placed in our mouths. A masked man rubbed us down with a butter and olive oil mixture. Another man sprinkled herbs on us. I sat there scared knowing I was simply waiting my turn to be cooked to death. I felt a strange mix of fear and satisfaction. If going to die, at least I knew I would make a satisfying meal. What are your cannibalism phone sex fantasies?
Final day of Gluttony, a fat burger for the fat ass
Continued
Last time we talked, I had just told you about our first week of the 7 deadly sins. We started with gluttony and a giant fat woman. My current man has a fetish for mutilation and snuff sex.
I don’t think she knew she was eating her own fat, or that he had even cut it off of her. The fat bitch even started to enjoy it. My new guy made a burger covered with all kinds of stuff and covered it with her blood. She was so out of it she ate it like any other burger.
He started to cut her up the middle and laid out each piece still attached to her back. Once he was done nothing was left of her front, the fat was all splayed out around her. You could see her ribs, her abdomen, even her pussy with all the fat removed. She wasn’t responding to him slapping her due to blood loss so he gave her a shot of adrenaline and she came to. He set up and mirror to show her how her fat was removed and she started to scream again but she could barely get any sound out, she was starting to die. He looked her in the eyes and said I’m going to fuck your slimmed down pussy while you die you bitch and tears started rolling down her face. He laughed and took his pants down and said “Fat ass, your crying only got me nice and hard.” And a maniacal laugh followed. He fucked her for several hours even after she died. When I didn’t think he could fuck anymore, he cut off a piece of the fat and sat down next to me. He handed me the piece of fat and said hold this around my cock, and he came again and again. We left with her dead and fat starting to rot all around her. Rigor had set in and it was funny to see her huge fat legs spread out all on their own from him fucking her.
Guess we are onto a new sin next week, this one is done dead. Let’s see what will be next….
Cuckold Beat Down
My Master has a friend that loves being treated like a dirty, filthy cuckold and he requested that Master lend me to him so that he could use me to fulfill his fantasies. This guy was weird as fuck, but what’s new! Everywhere we went throughout the day, he made me ride on his back and parade around with him like he was my little pony. I had to whip him and put a collar and leash around his neck as I controlled the directions that we went while riding on top of him like a cowgirl. I humiliated him while we were in the mall, he was my submissive pay pig, allowing me to have complete financial domination over him! I got so much shit bought for me, he was good at obeying all of my rules that I gave to him! When we got back to the cuck’s house, the tables turned and he became extremely angry with me and all of the embarrassment that I had caused him throughout our day together. He beat me up really bad, shoving me against the wall and punching me with his fists until I dropped to the floor. He proceeded to kick me until I was bleeding from every crevice of my body. This piece of shit mother fucker hurt me so bad that I wasn’t able to open my eyes properly to see for over a week because they were bruised so badly. He knocked me unconscious and when I came to, I was laying in a pool of blood on his kitchen floor. He was nowhere to be found in the house so I called my Master to come and pick me up. Master was fucking pissed that he had to interrupt his day to come and get me but I had no other choice. My cell phone was missing as well as all of the gifts that the pay pig bought for me. I was left bloodied and robbed. Master punished me even more once we got back to our house.
Strangulation Phone Sex is HOT!!
I couldn’t breathe. His hand was around my throat, squeezing my airway. I clawed at it, trying to get it to let up, but it wouldn’t. I felt the darkness closing in on me, his dick rubbing against my clit, over my cunt and ass hole. Then, his hand released, staying loosely around my throat as he slid his cock into me, balls-deep. He started thrusting in and out of me, shoving fingers into my mouth, pinching my nipple, just using my body. He started fucking me faster and harder, and his hand slid back down around my throat. He started squeezing gently, at first, and with each thrust tightened his grip. I struggled again, making him all the more excited, and he pushed harder, and deeper into me, while closing his hand completely around my throat. I could feel my lungs burning, my throat working for air, my heart pounding harder and harder, every last inch of me clinging to my life. The last thing I felt before the darkness was him shooting off inside of me…
Snuff sex is sick twisted fun!
Snuff sex is sick, twisted fun and I can’t get enough of it! Yesterday though, I kind of outdid myself. My neighbor’s daughter was having a sleepover, all those teen girls were over there by themselves and there was no way I could pass an opportunity like that up! I called a few friends up and we broke in over there together, we were completely silent because they were all still awake. They were all in the girl’s bedroom so it was easy to take all their cell phones and restrain them so we could take turns fucking them all. They were all “good girls” they had no idea what to even do with a cock… hell, most of them had probably never even seen a dick before! That didn’t stop us from fucking all their tight holes and using them until they were all broken and bleeding. The were begging for their lives but I couldn’t leave any witnesses, I lived next door for christ’s sake! We shot them all and left… I even did the neighborly thing and called the police to report the gunshots…
The Home Invader
I came home after a night out with friends. Realizing I had forgotten to lock the door, I shrugged as I walked in, thinking nothing of it. I took off my jacket and walked into my bedroom. Playing on my phone, I sat on my bed and kicked off my shoes. I faced my window, the closet behind me. Too occupied with my phone, I didn’t notice the man slipping out from my closet and sneaking up to me. He snatched me up, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. He pulled out a knife and held it to my neck, and I knew that was his warning, telling me if I tried to run, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I whimpered as he taped my wrists together, then to the bed post. He bunched up my top above my tits so they were exposed with my tummy. My skirt was next to be pulled off of me, and he took my panties into his mouth, licking the crotch before throwing them aside. He traced his knife up and down my body, circling my nipples, then my clit. I gulped in fear. Having something so sharp in such delicate areas was certainly unnerving. He took out his cock and shoved it inside my ass. It felt like fire as he ripped through me. I couldn’t help but let out a yelp of pain, and before I knew it, his blade sunk into my stomach. Blood poured out of my as he continued stabbing me. Standing up to reposition himself, he began to fuck one of the larger wounds in my torso. Blood bubbled out of my mouth as I cried and begged him to stop. Blowing his load inside my bloody knife, he left me just as I was as he escaped, his cum oozing out and mixing with my blood. Then he was gone.