Tag: Torture phone sex

Mommy Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexGuys love to call me for torture phone sex.  I represent to them all the women in their lives that have fucked them over, but mostly to my sadistic callers I am the mommy whore who cock teased them or shamed them for their masturbating. In reality, I am not that mommy at all. I never deny my horny boys. Not even my stepson who loves to abuse me for replacing his mother. I have tried to be a good stepmom, but he has hated me from the get-go because his father left his mother for me. I was a younger, kinkier model. His mom then drank herself to death in sorrow. Not my fault his prude mommy did not do all the kinky things I do. I am punished because I was a mommy whore, not because I was not. It is weird in away when I say it out loud. To my callers, I am the surrogate for the mother that gave them blue balls and humiliated them for their natural boyhood impulses. With my stepson, I am punished because I spread my legs for my own sons and his father wanted to marry a nasty freak not a choir girl. My stepson was in a foul mood yesterday because it was the anniversary of his mother’s death. He tied me up in the basement. My husband and our sons were golfing, and he knew this, so he gave me a surprise beating. No streaming this time. This was all for his pleasure. He gets off on inflicting torture sex. He whipped my back with his leather belt. My skins is raw and bruised from the lashings. He whipped my pussy too. Punishing the whore hole his brothers came from gave him some perverse pleasure. My cunt looks like raw hamburger meat today. My asshole is prolapsed. I can take being your torture doll because whatever you do to me on the phone will never be worse than what my stepson does to me in real life.

Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex will always be a favorite of mine because I am a knife aficionado. It takes skill and precision to kill your victim with a blade. Anyone can kill with a gun and just get lucky. No challenge or skill needed. I have amassed an impressive knife collection over the years too. Many I inherited from my grandfather when he died. My parents are simps. I get my evilness from my grandpa. How he raised my wimpy ass father is beyond me. My grandpa was a brutal man with a need to hunt like me. He taught me how to kill with a knife. I do not own a gun. I am perfectly capable of handling myself against an attacker armed just with my wits and a knife. An intruder found out the hard way how good I am with a knife. I was sound asleep the other night when I woke up to a shadowy figure standing at the edge of the bed. I did not scream. I did not tip my hand that I was awake either. I slowly reached under my pillow and flung my knife into his chest until I heard the thud of a body on my bedroom floor. I hit him to disarm him, not kill him. Not kill him yet at least. I like torture sex. No one crosses me and gets a quick death out of it. I turned on the lights, pulled out my knife and stuffed my panties into his open chest wound. I knew where I hit him. He would eventually bleed out, but I had 30 mins or so left to make him wish he had died instantly. I cut off his cock and his balls. I fucked his ass with my knife too shredding his asshole into a pile of raw hamburger meat. I could have called the authorities and been within my right to kill the intruder, but I carved him up too much before I let him bleed out, so I dumped him in my bathtub. He is soaking in lye and dissolving as I start my day off with some sadistic phone sex. This intruder will never be found if anyone even reports him missing.

Castration Preparations

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You didn’t think castration sex was on the menu. But it is tonight! Now be a godoi slave and get out the frying pan for me. We are going to have a delicacy tonight, my little play toy. I hope there is enough meat to feed us both! You must be so hungry after being tied up to that cross and beaten and cut all over your body. It’s been hours of tortured cock punishment and my stomach is growling. My doctor said I was thin enough that I could indulge in some red meat every once in a while. Can you guess what red meat I’m craving? I have already tenderized your beautiful cock and balls. Barbed wire helped me get that spicy garlic sauce deep in the meat! A little vinegar and herb rub and we are almost ready to disconnect the blood source. Oh how I love a fresh cock fried up and sliced into little pieces. I feel so fancy. But I must put my apron on and begin dicing my meat. Now baby this will hurt a lot! And as you scream, remember that it only makes this meal more special as you infuse your agony into it. I start with those balls and my filet knife makes quick work. But that cock is tough and I will have to get a butcher knife and my carving board out so we can have nice even slices! Now look dinner will be done in a jiffy if you can survive this snuff sex preparation!snuff sex

Snuff Porn Kidnapping Accomplice

Always looking for my break in being a film star. One that will be remembered. I always long to be one that will be dismembered. The torture is unbearable when I am not tortured to my bleeding main character star role death scene. It’s ridiculous that I am always surviving this shit. I would just shoot myself but what fun is in that? I need to be on film and the star of the greatest snuff scene of the decade.

So I show up and I am used to play assistant and accomplice to a grueling brat abduction scene. I lure the brat in and help these men rape fantasy all of the holes of her little corpse. She is dead in seconds and they are just enjoying her while I help stretch out the asshole and cunt with all kinds of objects. Looking hot and trashy the whole time. This just isn’t getting me the ruin I crave! Can you please help me, Mr. film maker?

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Teen Rape Porn Addict

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How many times did you search for teen rape porn, and you just didn’t find what you wanted?  It can be hard to find exactly what you’re looking for when you have very specific wants and desires, especially when it’s something as taboo as what we’re talking about here. I don’t get off any more on the vanilla shit. I need something that would shock all the old ladies at the senior center I volunteer at. Of course, I only volunteer because it’s a great way to meet rich, old perverts. They get what they want from me, and I get what I want from them.

I think it goes without saying that most men who call me probably do have rape fantasies involving teen girls like me. You have had them yourself. It’s completely normal and I don’t think there’s anything for you to feel bad about. You’ve found a kindred spirit in me. Maybe we can even find a girl to make our real-life rape fantasies come true. Just thinking about it has my cunt throbbing and I hope your cock is the same. Are you ready to take a forbidden journey to the dark side with me?

Accomplice phone sex slut Stephanie

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I’ve been getting paid to help my Uncle clean up the vacant apartments in the complex he manages. I was a few weeks into the job when one day, my mind started wondering while I was cleaning. I started thinking about the freaky, accomplice phone sex calls I take at night and got an amazing idea! I decided to turn one of the empty apartments into a torture chamber. That way, I could beat and abuse the little sluts that I lure in from the playground and have a private place to record what I do to them. I knew my uncle wouldn’t check the empty apartments until I had them completely cleaned out and ready so I would never get caught! I would be free to do what I wanted and have plenty of time to clean up and get rid of the evidence! The first little whore I snuffed out in my new hell hole was a screamer! I didn’t have anything to worry about though. I made sure to snip out her little tongue with a pair of scissors. I let her watch me chew and swallow it before I started slicing into her with my knife and teasing my pussy with her blood. I’m at my dark dungeon of pain tonight and I have a stupid young slut that I met off the internet coming over. Help me torture and snuff this little bitch while I tease my hot cunt for you!

 

Slaughterhouse Audition’s Snuff Porn

As an aspiring porn star of the darker kind the very idea of starring in a snuff porn makes me excited. Pain is my best friend. Mutilating my body is a real perverse thing I get off on doing and having done to me. I have breast implants and have had to have them fixed a few times. It seems guys love to mutilate them often. I deserve it. My body is fake with Botox and implants and so many types of cosmetic surgery. It’s just that I am cut up and tortured so much and I am obsessed with my appearance.

A fuck barbie like me is only useful for film if she looks good and fake. That is my only reason for living is to have my body as a lure to be destroyed. I need to feel hopeful that my dreams can come true. I hope you will introduce me to my destiny. It’s to the slaughterhouse I go and my hopes and dreams are for this to happen.

Arriving I am immediately rushed into a part of the slaughterhouse with a line of meat hooks. There are two other carcasses of whores hanging, they have been drained of their blood. One is a redhead, the other a brunette. My pussy starts to get wet thinking I may be the Blonde to be hanging there beaten and tortured as meat. I am the true white meat. My white meat cunt needs to be tenderized and used as does the rest of my body. Please let me be the star for the next scene and as the trophy of my performance I wish to be hung on the hook too.

 

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Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both.  That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much.  I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.

Violent Vixen

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My crazy, fucked up life has turned me into some sort of cruelty craving creep who needs things like violent phone sex and tortuting some helpless, kidnapped cunt to get off.  I’m an obvious product of my environment, years of being endlessly raped and abused at the hands of those who are supposed to protect you will kill you.  Sometimes though, a brutalized body hasn’t caught up with the soul quite yet leaving an empty shell of a person, completely dead inside roaming the earth looking for a purpose, for satisfaction, for love.

I’ve found my calling.  My purpose is pain, sadism is my satisfaction and, as for love, well lacing and lashing an unlucky victim is the closest thing to love I’ll ever know.  Guys, girls, everyone is a target for my learned hatred.  All the disgusting pigs clomping around with a spark for life in their eye and an obvious lack of circular cigarette burns and razor thin scars on their limbs need to be shown that there really isn’t anything worth living for.  I’m the monster who needs to show them.

Whether I participate or orchestrate in the depravity is simply up to how I’m feeling in the moment, but one thing is surely for certain…  If Willow wants you, Willow gets you and I won’t be happy until the light of your soul shining in your eyes has faded completely.  Your husk might survive, but your spirit will be broken for good.  Just like me.