Daddy Paul is a sadistic, evil, kinky, wonderful man I met about a year and a half ago. He wants me to help him turn his teenage daughter into masochist whore just like me. Lana had no idea what kind of night her daddy had planned for her when they pulled into my driveway. I let them into my house and I offered Lana ice tea with a splash of vodka and GHB. The first time I was ever beaten I was drugged out of my mind. And it worked I flipped right away and I haven’t been able to squirt my cunt juices without a good fucking beat down. I could see she was losing balance and starting to slur her words. I started to strip her clothes off of her and she was trying to fight back. I shut that shit right down. I backhanded her face and kicked her right in her teen cunny. She started to cry falling to the ground. I yelled at her to be a good bitch or she would get more. She looked to her daddy for some help but he was too busy stroking his one-eyed monster. I grabbed to leather straps and handed one to her daddy. And together we were whipping her body. She was squirming all over the floor trying to get away and sloppily begging us to stop. We ignored her and kept whipping her into the blood started to drip from her flesh. I grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the floor and down my basement step where I have my torture chambers. Paul scooped her up and threw her on the wooden table tying all four of her limbs securely. Spitting on her face and shoving his fist into her mouth getting it nice and wet. He moved his fist down to her cunny. Without mercy, he shoved that fist deep in her cunny. She was screaming like a bitch but I took care of that. I shoved my fist in her mouth. And started punching with my other fist in her temple into the bitch passed the fuck out. When she wakes up she will be a masochist.
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Daddy Paul
Torture sex with the most sadistic

It was a late night, and I knew it was time for another session of torture sex. I knew I would need my hottest pair of stilettos. I had great taste and picked out my six-inch giuseppes. All black with diamond encrusted laces. The heel was thin, and it was going to put me in some pain after the session was over and done with, that would be the least of my worries. I had every reason to be scared, but I had to handle every situation like the slut I am. I had to beg for more drugs and more pain. A few lines of percs and coke was how things always start. I also have to rub some coke right on my asshole. My tight asshole is in for some bangs. I grab the coconut oil and follow orders. I had to make my tight ass get every bit of my fingers. I had to finger fuck my bum till I was able to get the full fist inside me.
I didn’t stop there I had to keep drinking until I piss for Daddy. In a big mixing bowl that piss goes and I need to drench my body in coconut oil and piss. That hot piss and oil glisten on me as I get creative and fuck all my holes around the house. The bloodier I get, the better mood daddy will be in, A perfect slut for my Daddy is what it is all about. My holes are ready to be destroyed as soon as the drug sets in and I am high as hell. Daddies voice echoes in my head, and I do what I am told without talking back of course. I have fucked my holes with even my heels. I get so fucked up I blackout and wake up in piss puddles the next day. I have stuffed noodles and cucumbers up my asshole. Whatever daddy wants daddy gets period point blank.
Castration Phone Sex: My Form of Charity
Castration phone sex has a special place in my cold dark heart. Why? Because I am a chartable sadistic. Taking your junk is my way of giving back to the universe. I am not one of these politically correct women. I know there is no such thing as equality. Most men are no where close to being my equal. They are so far beneath me that the shit on my boot has a higher status than them. I do my part by making sure the men who are below shit, can’t procreate. The world needs less men with small dicks and tiny minds to boot in this world. Plus, I love torture sex and cutting off a loser’s testicles is pure torture, physical and mental anguish. Inflicting both gets me wet. Anyway, I am digressing. A friend of mine told me about this dirty old man showing his dick to them at work. He is the boss, owns the business she works for too, so the women workers have endured his sexual harassment for years. I asked her if it was at least big and she showed me a picture she snapped of him last week. Her and some co-workers are trying to build evidence for a class action suit. I told her there is a cap on the money she’d get in such a case and encouraged sweet, poetic revenge instead. You would think an older man showing his dick to hot younger girls would at least have something worth showing. He had a tiny dick. His balls had to go. I was happy to cut them off for her. She loved my sadistic phone sex mind. I showed up at the office like I was robbing the place. I had the boss by knife point. I made him strip naked in front of his female employees. I think he had some twisted fantasy that I would make him do something to the women. Instead, I cut his balls off in front of them as they cheered. His blood sprayed them, but that was a small price to pay for knowing their harasser will never harass them again. Now that is women empowering women.
Suffering Slut
Daddy loves when I’m his submissive snuff torture slut. He loves to draw out the pain and agony my little teen body goes through. Being daddy’s victim is my permanent destiny until Daddy decides to snuff me out. I’m kept locked and chained up all day until it’s time to play our rape fantasy games! Daddy says a good girl like me needs to enjoy every minute of suffering he inflicts.
Today, he started with clamping my nipples down to boards with heavy weights while he got a hot metal prod heated in the fire pit. Daddy’s branded me before, but this time it was a whole different type of prod. He warmed it until it got nice and bright red then he shackled me up to where my ass and tight pussy were perfectly propped for him. Daddy then started shoving the red-hot metal prod deep inside my tiny cunt. The searing of my tight pink pussy flesh echoed in the dungeon and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. I squealed in pain and pleasure while daddy pushed further in, fucking my burned and bleeding cunnie with the prod until I passed out.
Taboo Phone Sex Fetish for Master
When you are a taboo phone sex slut, guys come to you for all sorts of things, even very rare fetishes. Some of my masters have some strange fetishes too. My current master is into pyschrophilia. I had too Google it when he told me he wanted me to help him with his fetish. Do you know what it is? It is getting your dick hard or your pussy wet seeing folks extremely cold. My guess is it is somehow linked to necrophilia. I mean if you are getting a boner from a girl freezing in the snow, maybe you want to fuck a corpse? Master wanted me to find him a hot young thing for his fetish. I know his type. Young, dumb and blonde. I found a mini me that fit his type at the mall. The mall is a cesspool for young, dumb blonde girls. Stacy was her name. It was up to me to lure her, so I needed a good story. I told her I was a scout for a sporting store mogul who needed a fresh-faced girl to model outdoor apparel. She bought it hook, line and sinker. Snuff porn was her true job. Master was very happy with my selection. We did some test shoots and the camera loved her. I spiked her drink, so she would comply easily. Either the drink worked super quickly, or she was just a slut. Regardless, she was naked outside in the snow faster than either of us expected. She was wearing a scarf and a hat and boots. The colder she got, the harder my master’s dick got. I could see his boner in his pants getting stiffer the bluer her skin got. She didn’t realize she was hired for a snuff. Master left her chained naked in the snow all night. We watched her slowly die of hypothermia. She looked like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining, only sexier. Master fucked her dead frozen body. He likes sex with dead bodies and pyschrophilia. I am just his subby accomplice. I bring him girls to murder however he wants.
Road Trip
We were half way to Vegas when you nodded your head toward a car that had it’s hood up on the side of the road just up ahead. I nodded back. We slowed down then pulled in behind the car. Breaking down in the middle of the Mojave Desert in August wasn’t a pleasant experience for anyone. You walked over to inspect the engine while I made my way to the driver’s side of the car. She was in there, just staring straight ahead while gripping the steering wheel hard. I introduced myself and she said nothing, she was just gripping the steering wheel harder and harder. She was sweating like mad. Her shirt was soaked with sweat and her lips were dry.
I walked over to my bike, took out a bottle of water from my bag then handed it to her. Again, nothing. What the fuck was wrong with this bitch? She finally looked at me and said, “You need to leave, I don’t need help from people like you.” People like me??? I asked her, “What sort of ‘people’ do you think we are?” She looked straight ahead again and said, “Bad.” She wasn’t wrong, but I was actually trying to be nice! Last time I do that. I poured the water out next to her door, then tossed the empty bottle into her car. I walked around the front of the car and told you what she said. You raised your eyebrow then laughed.
You said, “Fuck her.” We both got on our bikes and took off. You and I stopped at a little dive about two miles up the road. Besides the three workers we were the only ones in there. We watched to see if anyone drove by from her direction but they didn’t. You decided we needed to visit her again. It was my turn to laugh. We made our way back to her car. She was slumped over her steering wheel. I wasn’t sure if she was even alive. It had been 119 degrees and she didn’t have any water. We parked and you went to her window. She wasn’t faring very well. I grabbed some water, you opened her door, dragged her out into desert and laid her down. I lifted her head up and poured water into her mouth. After a bit she came around.
Before it had been, “you are bad” now it was “thank you, thank you, thank you” too late for that cunt. She should of taken the help offered before. You helped me put her into the back seat, she thought we were going to help her. Not this time. You climbed in on top of her, I smoked a cigarette by the trunk listening as your fists hit her face a few times. She was screaming, but you were fucking her so neither you or I really cared. After you were done you backed out of the back seat.
You took her keys and opened the trunk, she had two gas cans in there. Both you and I dumped all that wonderful smelling liquid over the car, and when you splashed some on her, she snapped out of the haze she was in. The begging was getting on my fucking nerves. You slammed the door shut, then tossed a match inside. It took a moment but then we had the most amazing bon fire. We stood there for a few minutes, the smell of burning flesh is horrible, but we wanted to watch.
You put your arm around my waist and I laid my head on your shoulder. It was truly romantic. Finally her screaming stopped and we walked to our bikes, got on, and road away. It was going to be the best road trip and mini vacation ever.
Torture phone sex with a slave
Torture phone sex with a complete slave is all my master ever wanted. I had heard him say some outright crazy things. I had no idea how deep and dark his fetish would go. One day I got a message, and it was from him. I opened up the message like a good slut. Master likes quick responds. When I opened the message, I was startled. The last thing I was expecting was a picture of my friend Naomi. Naomi and I had met in Christian academy years ago. Naomi was a naturally subservient girl. It had been a while since we talked, so I had no idea if she was going to be okay with hanging out. We were living two different lifestyles.
I invited her over, and that was the beginning of a downward spiral. Naomi would no longer have a voice and would forever be a submissive cum slut. I was surprised when she decided to meet up. I wish she didn’t, but I knew it was my best interest for her to come. The more pets, the less stress I have. I knew master would love her from head to toe. I was ready to have a mini break and have the attention focused elsewhere.
Masters eyes widened at the sight of Naomi. I knew he was thinking about all the devious things he could conquer up in his head. I was sure he wanted to fuck her till her holes were bleeding. A prolapsed asshole and tender twat were all he wanted. I knew he was going to choke her till she was blue in the face. I did not doubt in my mind Naomi was going to endure pain like she never has before. Without a pause, she was going to be an obedient whore. For once it was all about another pet. I could see the marks all over her body and his raging cock was ready to rock and roll. As soon she made it in she was dead meat. Line after line of coke and our master was high as a kite. Whenever the coke hits him, he is ready to fuck and torture for hours on end. Poor Naomi couldn’t walk or swallow for weeks on end. Quickly she understood her new role and why I popped back into her life.
GangBang Rape Porn and Forced Intoxication
I don’t envy gangbang rape porn stars. I don’t know how they take that many cocks up their ass at once. My stepson and his friends came by the other day. I was not happy to see him. I am never happy to see him because he hates me. He may start off friendly, but it never ends well for me. He had his friends with him, which scared me. Why would he bring so many guys to his dad’s house, especially when his dad was not home? He said he just wanted to get some booze for a party. We have a wine cellar, but it has a lot more than just wine in it. Pretty much any kind of booze you want can be found there. When I came back upstairs with a few bottles for him, he grabbed the bottles from my hands and his friends pulled me away. One tied me up while another stripped me naked. Soon, I was bound naked to the chair with a circle of men pouring booze down my throat. They wanted me drunk. If I spit out the booze, they punched me in the face or slapped me. My stepson decided to pinch my nose, so I would be forced to consume alcohol. I was getting drunk super quickly. I started puking. I was puking on myself. I was tied up and couldn’t get lose. I vaguely remember them laughing at me and humiliating me for being a bad drunk. I won’t forget what happened next, no matter how drunk I was. They untied me, poured a bucket of water over me to clean me up before they started gangbanging my ass. For a couple hours, I was their ass rape porn star. I smelled like puke and I was incoherent from the forced intoxication, but my ass was prolapsed and full of cum the next day as proof it wasn’t all just a bad drunk dream.
We killed them all
A whole group of little whores came to our door trying to sell us cookies or some shit and it was just the perfect opportunity to kill several whores all at once. My friend and I invited them in and once that door closed they were fucked. They were all alone, no mommy there to supervise so it was almost too easy to kill them. We stripped them all naked and tied them up in so many different ways with all their tiny little fuck holes exposed and ready to be fucked. We took turns fucking them and each time I fucked a girl I put on a bigger strap on cock until finally I was using one that was two feet long, 8 inches thick and wrapped in razor wire, boy did they scream when they saw that! Their screams didn’t stop me tho, I fucked them all to death with it and now all we are worried about is what to do with all these bodies!
Taboo Phone Sex: Do You Have a Rare Creepy Fetish?
Being a taboo phone sex goddess, I encounter men with all sorts of weird fetishes. Kevin had one that was rare and beyond creepy. Have you heard of Formicophilia? It is a sexual arousal from insects and spiders. I had to look it up when he found me on the dark net. He was willing to pay me good money to make his rare fetish fantasy a reality. I am a sick bitch and a greedy one too, so I booked a session and I went to this farm known for selling all sorts of creepy crawlies. I came back with a few tarantulas. Luckily, I am not like most women. I don’t have arachnophobia. I may not like spiders, but they don’t scare me like they do most women. I took him to my kill shack in the woods just in case this turned into a snuff sex session and I had to get rid of his body. I had no clue if he would have a heart attack or not. I asked him if he wanted some whisky, but he was brave. I made him strip naked. I tied him spread eagle to my bed. I was all set to blindfold him, but he wanted to see the creepy crawlies on his body. He was a sick fuck, but he was paying me $3,000 because he was too much of a wuss to do this himself. I dumped big hairy spiders all over his body. Spiders that could bite him and send him into shock or even kill him. His body trembled, but his dick was hard. This Formicophilia really was a fetish for him. The moment one of those 8-legged freaks crawled on his dick, he started oozing pre-cum. What the fuck? He was aroused from a spider that could kill him being on his dick. He was too sick a fuck to live and reproduce. I let the spiders bite him everywhere. As the one bit his dick, he came, then went into some sort of anaphylactic shock and died with a smile on his face. Good thing I got his money up front. Think you can top his rare fetish?
















