Taboo phone sex is no joke. My favorite caller really knows how to get me in the mood. Just seeing hearing his voice “Hello” Makes me wetter than the ocean. I put on my tight skirt and climb into my bath tub. He likes the idea of seeing my skin pop threw the tight clothing. He tells me what to do, and I am more than willing to do it. He loves to torture my cunt and to listen to my screams as I stab my pussy lips. This week when he calls I have a new toy to play with. I have tried it on my own but I wanted him to really tell me what to do with it. Its about 6 inches long and skinny but the needles on it hurt. I can wait for him to torture me this week. In the past I have had to sew up my own cunt. I love rubbing my warm blood into my cut up pussy. For him I’d do anything! Check out our snuff porn galleries .
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The prey
Just got done doing my workout at the gym tonight, I am so exhausted. My body feels fatigued and I’m all sweaty. I start walking to the car when all of the sudden I feel multiple people grab me. My heart shoots to the sky as I start to panic. My body is forced to the cold asphalt as I began to take whips to my body, I try to curl up in a ball but there is no use. There are five men holding and spreading my body apart and down. Two other men are ripping my clothes off with knives. I feel their sharp cold blades graze my skin. I am crying anticipating the pain they are going to inflict on me. They finally stop whipping my naked body, now all my skin is risen, ripped , red and stings. They then began to chop at my nipples, my throat, my ribs, my hips, my pussy, and my thighs with their sharp and dull knives. I’m a bloody mess as they watch my body squirm and my body parts bounce around. They laugh calling me names and mock me. They then all take turns pissing on my cuts making them sting so bad! They all take turns fucking me in all my holes and spraying their cum all over my body and they just left me there. I crave to get their attention again, that was the only time I have felt important.
Snuff Porn Killed Me!
Snuff porn killed me! If anyone asked when they found my body it would be that last scene that tore at me like a knife!
I felt the kick to my pussy before my head hit the floor. I was in and out of conscience as each blow you delivered to my face caused me to jerk further on your cock. I was gagging on that cock trying to stay awake but it wasn’t working. I was slipping away. I felt the rope tighten as you spit in my face, this was real not a party. You were going to kill me put an end to the torture. I felt the spit in my hair drizzle down to my tips and my pussy burned from the number of times you had hit me.
Pushing me back down to the floor I felt your hand grab for the knife and slice me! The blood trickled down your shoe and you paused for a brief second to scoop some in your hand. Tossing my head back, you pushed my mouth apart to taste the blood, the salt, the essence of death that was coming. I didn’t want to die but I knew what I signed up for when we began. This was not a fairytale ending this was scene of death that would end the whole process. I felt your cock driven with blood force its way into my mouth and I tried to swallow. I tried to bite you but, I felt your fist ready to punch me if I tried.
Falling, to the concrete I felt the rip of my panties and cold hard stiff cock pushed inside my walls. I was almost dead but, I couldn’t be to feel the sensation I felt next. As my time came to a close with you, I jerked and reeled it was the best death scene ever portrayed.
I am Sorry, Sir
I woke up hog tied in the bed, apparently my smart mouth had made you angry again. I don’t know why I do it, Sir, I just can’t seem to help myself. I want to be the best little pain whore for you, but my mouth just keeps getting in my way. I know the only thing you want to hear from me is my screaming and begging for more pain, but something about the searing sting of your toys makes me cuss at you.

Now I can’t say shit with this gag in my mouth and I know the torture is going to come hard now that I am awake. My whole body aches, so I know you’ve been beating me while I was out cold. My head is throbbing and I can’t feel either one of my legs. I wish I could speak so that I could beg for you. All I can do is whimper and plead with my eyes while you bite me and hit me with that paddle.
I see stars every time you yank my head back to spit in my face. But your piss feels so good pouring over my head and through my hair. The smell is rancid, but I love every drop like I am supposed to. I am such a fucking dirty slut, and I want to be your favorite. You push everything with me, and you keep me alive, so far, for some reason. Maybe we have connected? God, I wish you would remove this gag… I promise I won’t ever talk back again. Well, I will try not to anyway…
Venus’s Backyard BBQ Secrets
This is my favorite time of the year. Why? Because it’s BBQ season. I spend the winter capturing fine specimens that I cage and feed, so I may feast on them in May, national BBQ month. You have not had truly down home cooking until you have attended one of my backyard barbecues, which I have daily in May for very special guests. I serve only the finest meat around. The key to a good barbecue is preparation and patience. I have many recipes and I like to share my secrets.
On today’s menu. Pineapple Penny Pig Roast. First, you need a stupid drunk coed who can’t find her way home. Luckily, they are everywhere. Then you need to have a doctor check her out, make sure she is healthy, in good shape, free from disease. More often than not you will need to fatten her up. Why do young girls think they can live on carrots and beer? I am fond of high caloric protein shakes daily for months. Can easily add 25 yummy pounds to any pig. A key component to preparation is restoring the body back to its natural state. Cut out silicon breasts. Remove the chemicals and dyes from hair. Bathe pig daily in a sugar scrub to sweeten and soften her skin. Takes time to prepare a pig for a BBQ, so be patient.
A few days before the BBQ, the entire pig must be marinated or brined or certain parts will taste rather bland. I am particularly fond of brining. A nice apple cider brine enhances pork’s natural flavor. To add even more flavor, you can add an abundance of herbs, onions, pineapple, oranges even hot peppers to the brine solution. I brine my pigs for at least 24 hour. My entire house smells delicious right now. I spent last night injecting the thickest parts of Penny’s meat like the rump and the thighs with my brine solution to insure my guests get flavored meat on more than just the surface cuts. Even the deepest cuts of flesh will taste yummy if you follow my suggestions. Some guests just love to devour flavor infused internal organs, so do not just baste the outside. Make sure you inject the brine or marinade into the thickest parts of meat for the best all around flavoring.
I take pride in my BBQ meat. I don’t just slap some meat on a stick and call it a day. Once my piggy is brined or marinated well, I pay careful attention to trussing. Proper trussing of the pig to the rotisserie spit is the key to perfectly cooked meat. My pigs are fairly large, so the spit needs to go between the thighs, along the inside of the body, just under the spine and out through the mouth. Since the spit is not impaling the meat down the center, it is not necessarily secured to the spit. To prevent flesh from falling off the bone into the fire, heavy duty kitchen twine can be used to secure the spine to the spit about every 6 inches along the length of the meat. The hips, thighs and legs should be trussed securely to hold them tight against each other and the spit. Repeat this procedure for the head and shoulders. Wiggle room in your pig is bad. You want the body to be one with the spit, so when turning it over the open flame, all the flesh cooks evenly.
You cannot rush the cooking of your pig. I am fond of an open fire pit, about 250 degrees, slowly turning for about 24 hours so the skin does not burn or become too tough to chew. For the best results, your pig should be alive while turning her on the rotisserie spit. It’s bonus for you to hear the life cooked out of your pig. Nothing gets me wetter than hearing flesh crackle. and spit while the pig screams in pain. Once your pig is cooked, served it up with some beans and corn bread and you have yourself a yummy backyard BBQ.
Are you a fan of fresh BBQ? Perhaps we can exchange recipes, tricks of the trade, hunting tips…. Maybe we can even have a pig roast together? I find cooking together a sexy bonding experience.
Accomplice phone sex
We warned you. Told you that you were going to be so addicted that you would never be able to stop. Highly inappropriate addiction at that. It certainly isn’t grown women that make that cock hard, is it? So, here you are, parked in your car. What is it that you are looking at? They certainly aren’t very tall. Don’t you love the way the mommies are all so wrapped up in their phones, tablets, readers, etc? Leaves a whole lot of opportunity for someone like you.
Sitting there in your car. Oh look, that cock is rock hard you pervert. Looking at them in their swimming suits; others in their skirts and short tops. Certainly don’t leave much to the imagination anymore do they, perv? The question is, is this where it’s going to stop? Come on, say yes, try to convince yourself that this is just as far as you sick, pathetic self is going to go.
How far will you go this time? Will you stop or make her see angels?
Torture Sex The Medieval Way
I have a special friend, John. He gets me. Understands my needs; my love for sexual torture. He invited me up to his cabin for the weekend for a romantic getaway. When I arrived, he had a surprise for me. A fuck nugget he picked up along the road. Just a stupid little cunt hitch hiker who would never be missed. She was tied up naked on the floor in front of the fireplace wrapped in a red bow. The perfect present. “Check out the basement, my love,” he cooed to me. What was in the basement was beyond my wettest dream. An old fashioned torture chamber. I got wet looking at all the instruments at my disposal to sexually torture this twat.
I grabbed an old fashioned cattle prod to start the fun. I was giddy like a school girl when I zapped her ass with it for the first time. She fell forward, pissed the floor and started crying. “This is soooooo fun,” I said with glee to John as I shoved it up her cunt this time. Watching her twitch and convulse really turned me on. I let John play with it too. Torturing a worthless whore is a relationship bonding experience. We shocked her so much, I could smell her burning flesh. Nothing better than the smell of burnt cunt lips. Well maybe the smell of a once pink asshole! I even used the prod on her tits. Pretty much seared her nipples clear off. I fed them to her for shits and giggles.
While she laid in a pool of her own piss and vomit, I fucked John’s brains out. The sight of her curled up in fetal position, soaking in her own waste, crying, smelling like a pig roast, made me horny. But getting pumped full of cum, just made me want to hurt her more. Hurt her dead. I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her burnt carcass down the basement steps, and tossed her on the rack. John purchased all this medieval torture stuff to give me a sexual torture chamber. Now that is love. I tied her to the rack and started cranking it, slowly. Her screams made me orgasmic. Hearing and seeing the flesh pull, bones snap, blood spurt… was intoxicating. John bent me over the rack and fucked me from behind as her limbs snapped like twigs. Legs severed, arms severed, head popped right off her body. We were getting doused in her blood as we fucked. Do you have any fucking clue how hot that is?
I went too fast with her. I get impulsive sometimes. I like to torture for days not hours, but I was just like a fat brat in a candy store, no impulse control. There’s still so much more for me to try out in my torture chamber. John assured me he would go snag me up another victim after dinner. Couples who slay together, stay together. If you are not as lucky to have an accomplice in your life as I am, let me be your sadistic bitch helper. Death and dismemberment is a dish best served for two.
Torture sex and hardcore rape porn fantasies
Oh my favorite of all… the forced, the unwilling… the hardcore rape porn fantasies. Let’s make that fantasy come true now shall we? There’s no time to waste, she’ll be out of class soon. She is so dumb, always walking alone on these deserted streets almost every night! She won’t be making it home tonight… no she won’t be turning in her homework – ever. This will be easy, I won’t even have to sneak up on her… these girls always think because I’m a female I’m harmless, but we all know it’s quite the contrary. She will only need a whiff of this cloth or maybe I’ll feel more violent and hit her just right on the back of the head. She’ll be down in seconds without any struggle at all. Oh, but she’ll struggle later when she awakes rest assured. She’ll wake up all tied up, naked and completely exposed. She’ll try to scream but I’ve already got something stuffed in there…not your cock just yet. She will begin to cry and pull against her ties but she isn’t going anywhere. This body is so fresh, so innocent and untouched. I’ve landed us a virgin…mmm as rare as a unicorn. It might take some physical force but soon she will be obedient and our dream sex slave. I’ll soon have her begging to be fucked, begging for your cock, begging to cum and begging to taste my pussy. But for now she must be forced. She’ll try to push away as you shove and force your cock into that tight little pussy, she’ll cry as she bleeds, but she won’t be able to resist the way it feels as you fill her all up with your hot sticky cum. And what better way to end this then to have her suck your cock clean of her blood, her cum, and your cum? Ahh yes, and this is just the beginning…
The Notebook and Torture Sex
Torture Sex makes me wet. Ever since I was a young girl watching slasher and horror films I knew that I would never be a Nicolas Sparks kind of chick. In fact, his movies, like “The Notebook,” make me homicidal. I lost a bet when that movie came out. I was just a teen school girl then, a goth girl with few friends, much like today. After the movie, I wanted to punch kittens and stuff, but I like animals way too much, so I took my aggression out on some pussy instead. There was this insipid girl sitting behind me in the theater. Perfect hair; perfect nails; perfect boyfriend; perfect bitch.
I followed her after the show, until I knew she was alone. Drugged her with some chloroform, dragged her back to my place, threw her in the basement and waited for her to wake up to play. I had her naked on a table, bright lights blinding her. I had my own private torture chamber. I still do, just now it has grown, become even a darker, more twisted place. I affixed mouse traps to her pussy lips and pulled them as far to the side as I could. I had fun sticking hat pins in her clit; fucking her with metal rods; burning her cunt with cigarettes…. The best was jabbing her uterus with an ice pick. To say it made me hot to ruin her girl parts would be a gross understatement. I was wet, but I wanted to get off harder. I put a chain around her neck and rigged it so there would be a chain hook attached to her worthless pussy too.
As I hoisted her in the air, the chain pulled and tugged at her clit, eventually yanked it right off. Blood spurted from a hole that was once associated with pleasure. Her screams, her tears, her blood got me so wet that I had to touch myself. I came so hard knowing I had mutilated her junk. The more she pleaded and begged and asked why, the harder I rubbed myself. I even squirted on her. When I let her down, her pussy was so mangled it looked like raw hamburger meat. I wore a mask and with the lights, I knew she could never identify me. I resisted the urge to snuff her out. I left her alone on the table sobbing in pain and fear for a few minutes. I returned with my sewing kit and a rat. Her pussy was gaping open so I shoved the rat deep inside her, then stitched her worthless cunt up so the rodent would gnaw and scratch its way out.
I tossed her naked, tortured body along the highway then went home to do my schoolwork. The next day I got off again reading about the random act of violence against a local socialite in the newspaper. This was my first foray into torture sex, but certainly not my last. Bonus, now every time someone mentions that awful movie “The Notebook”, I get wet remembering my first torture sex. Not enough to make me endure it again, however.
Isn’t torture sex fun?
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I demanded to my most current victim. They didn’t know how to answer I suppose, they were so fuckin scared of what I was going to do to them. This couple had no idea the amount of torture they were about to go through. No idea the amount of pain I was about to cause them. And you know why I chose them? No fuckin reason in particular. Just didn’t like his cocky attitude or the slutty bitch trying to get attention every chance she could. Well now they’re about to face their consequences on being the dumbest motherfuckers ever. It was TOO easy to lure them here. I approached them and told them I had some cool shit for sale at my house, for super cheap and they didn’t even question me, they came right the fuck over. Didn’t even have to restrain them until Mr.Cocky-Pants thought he was gonna become Mr.Tough-Guy and escape. Ha! Like I said, who do you think you are? Once I have you here, you don’t leave alive. You leave in pieces. Or in my stomach, digesting as my next meal. I had some anger towards these fucks but first wanted him to witness the pain his precious girlfriend was about to receive. She was forced to fuck the biggest black cocks I could find, forced to suck their dicks and beg for their cum. I smiled as she took it all with little whining – what a good little slut. Her man was yelling the whole time so I shut him up real quick and cut off his tongue. After she was fucked useless she assumed she was done, but I assured her that she was still the center of attention just how she liked it. That’s when I forced her little boyfriend to watch me torture her in ways that made her painful screams embed into his very soul. Oh yes, isn’t torture sex fun?



















