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Daddy’s Little Torture Whore

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Daddy loves his little torture whore! Every day he finds new and inventive ways to inflict pain and suffering on my little body. He loves to tie me up and torture my tits by binding them til they are black and blue and slicing off my grotesque dead nipples. Daddy loves crushing my toes with his steel toe boots and snapping my fingers one by one. The sound of my bones snapping makes daddy so hard. He loves pinning my pussy lips open with thumb tacks to fuck my pussy so hard. He loves to knife my cunt and asshole to carve a nice bloody hole for him to fuck. Daddy also loves to bring little whores that I can watch him snuff and torture. He gouges out their little teeny eyes to shove his thick into their eye socket and fuck their squishy brains until they spill out onto the floor. Daddy loves finding these ways to fuck with me before he fully snuffs me. 

Whore Punishment

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My daddy found out I had been a little whore and fucking lots of guys without his permission. Daddy wants me to be a whore for him only, other men have to have his permission to use my holes. He slapped me across the face for being a whore and wrapped a belt around my neck and tightened it until my eyes began to pop. He accused me of being a whore and demanded to know if I had let any of them fuck my ass. Hoping he would let me go if I told the truth, I nodded my head yes. I had been a whore, and I had let many men fuck me in the ass. It was the truth. Instead of releasing me, he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tender asshole. He told me I was his and only his and that I needed to be punished for letting other men sodomize me. He dragged me into the kitchen and began heating up a metal object on the stove, it was a brand. He was going to brand his name into my ass to make sure every man who fucks me knows whose worthless whore that I am. He stuck the hot iron brand to the tender skin of my ass and I could feel my flesh burning and searing away. The smell of charred flesh filled the air. When he had properly branding me as his, he stuck his hard cock into my unlubed asshole and began to fuck me. I don’t know which hurt worse, his cock ripping my ass apart, or the blistering burnt flesh on my right buttock. I passed out from the pain before he even finished and he continued to fuck my limp and lifeless body.

Gator Bait

Snuff pornYou my Love, have a fantastic flare for the dramatic.  When you asked me if I wanted to go out on your airboat I was all for it.  I have always wanted to go on one.  You said you had to go and get some stuff for our adventure and to meet you back at your place later that day.  You left, and I left.  You texted me and told me that you were ready.  I made my way over.  When I stepped onto the boat I saw a camera, a camera pod and a couple of burlap bags that were wiggling around.

I asked you what was in the bags and you said, “Gator bait.”  I was sort of excited to see an Alligator in the wild, as I had never seen one. We pulled up to what I would call a ‘shack’.  It looked like shit, my excitement waned a bit.  You asked me if I had enjoyed the ride out, I said yes then asked what we were doing here.  You told me to go inside.

I walked in and there was a pretty nice bed in the shack, a sofa, lighting, a sound system, and what looked like a rack of different costumes.  I had no clue what the fuck was going on.  You brought in the camera, tri-pod, and the bags, that were still wiggling around like mad.  You smiled and asked me if I was ready.  I said, “Sure?”  You grinned, went over the bed and dumped out the first sack.  I thought you had chickens or some other sort of small animal in there, but certainly not the type of mammal that fell out of the bags.

I asked you were you got these, and you said that that was your secret.  I looked down at them.  They were small, rags stuffed into their mouths, then duct tape over that, chubby hands and chubby ankles tied tightly.  Their eyes filled with unshed tears.  They were looking up at me.  They were so scared they were trembling.  You came out and had a hood on and your ink was completely covered over.  You told me that you wanted me to work the camera, that the people who you work for needed new content.  You showed me what to do then walked around to the bed.

I made sure I had you in focus and you began.  The minute you ripped the duct tape off, and removed the rags, the screaming started and it didn’t stop until they were too damaged to make any loud noises.  Their breath was coming in shallow waves.  You came up behind me and pulled me outside.  You told me very quietly that I was to follow you with the camera.

I did as you said to do.  You took them outside, one by one you pierced through their abdomen with a huge hook, then you slapped one by one into the dark murky water.  Then you dangled them over the water, allowing their blood to drip down into the darkness  In no time at all a gator was jumping up to take the bait.  It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.  One by one you feed the Gator. 

After you were done you told me that the Gator came around ever since you started to come here because it knew it would get fed.  You asked me if I had a good time, I told you, “Hell yes!” We packed up everything, got on the boat and left. You told me that I had an open invitation to join you and help film anytime I wanted.  I plan on taking you up on your kind offer, not just once, but many times.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies w/ Sadistic Gray

Just follow me to the darkside little one… I have cookies and delicious cakes… Luring the young sweet prey into the hunting van is always so much fun, each one has their individual weakness and knowing what the sweet red headed youngster you have been stroking off to is weak for is the first notch in the puzzle. As a people watcher, in a very analytical way I might add, has made me understand the personality traits of the prey that I stalk. The victims I gather have to satisfy my sadistic needs first and then be able to appease some upper crust p-daddy cocks, after all they pay so good for that sweet young flesh. I love to torture and brutalize my little street rats that I gather up and clean up really good only to watch them get torn apart and fucked until their little bodies are stiff and blue.

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Daddy’s worthless whore

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My whole life I’ve been my Daddy’s whore. Because of him, I’m addicted to pain and being used as a worthless cum dumpster. My only purpose in life is being his toy and hoping he doesn’t get tired of me and snuff me out. I try to keep him pleased so that he won’t hurt me too badly or get rid of me completely. Yesterday I got down on my knees and offered to suck his cock like a good little daughter whore. Instead, he grabbed me by the hair and bent me over a table and jammed his hard cock into my un-lubed ass. He tore through my tight rosebud with his big dick and fucked me bloody. I tried to scream, but that just made him fuck me harder. When he was done, my asshole was bloody and torn and my thighs were dripping with blood and cum.

Torture sex with Fatrina

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Torture sex is my go to especially when pathetic sluts make it so easy for me to make it happen. Katrina was the campus slut. Not only did she put out quickly she was also a snitch. I couldn’t stand her, and when I saw her name pop up on the potential roster, I had to everything in my power to stop the little runt. I knew she was craving attention and she wanted it from my guy too, I wasn’t going to let that happen, so I played nice. 

As much as it bothered me, I pretended that I was going to give her a shot at the squad. In all actuality, I was praying she would end up vanishing. I had to take matters into my own hands, and I knew one way I could make the piglet disappear. I wanted her slaughtered and used. I called up one of my best friends. We had always loved using sluts and making them beg and plead to be set free. Katrina was pretty shocked I was giving her a “chance. In reality, she was going to be a snuff sex slut for my entertainment.

I let her in, and there I was asking her how would she be an asset to the squad. I had taunted the pig calling her fatrina in the past. The slut could careless she was bold and even said she was showing up to get her spot and she was going to leave as soon as she did that. The disrespect was beyond compelling enough to leave her lifeless on the ground. I tried to hold off from torturing her but rage got the best of me, and I made the pig squeal. The both of us tied her up and started to fuck her with our handy razor blade dildo. We had her right where we wanted her. The more she tried to be set free the more tedious things got. Finally, we strangled her with pantyhose and let her body fall to the ground. The fear in her eyes made it all worthwhile. Silly lardass thought we would give her a spot in the squad.

 

 

 

Road Trip

Torture phone sexWe 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 sexTorture 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 Drug Mule

gangbang rape pornI don’t think any woman starts her day off saying, “I’m gonna make a gangbang rape porn today.” It just happens. I had been all over town looking for a fix. No one wanted to trade sex for coke or give me an advance. That is when I decided to go to the Mexican part of town. It is a rough neighborhood, especially for a gringa. But I needed coke and Mexicans will give it too me, for a price of course. Jose is the leader of this drug cartel. I have never met him, but I know of him. I made a bold, desperate move and went right to his place. His goons stopped me before I could get to the door, but he heard the ruckus and came out. He told me I was a ballsy bitch. I promised if he gave me some coke, I could be a mule for him. A white soccer mom can drive anywhere under the radar. He liked the idea of me packing bricks of heroin and coke in my mom van. I had to pass a test first. They need to be sure I wasn’t wearing a wire. How they decided gangbanging me was the way, I am not sure. They stripped me naked and pulled me apart like a Twizzler. Savages. My limbs were being pulled in different directions. They rammed about 4 cocks in my ass at once. They claimed that they were searching for wires, but I know they just wanted to ensure that they could own me. I wasn’t sure I was going to leave his house, but I did. I was wobbling from the ass torture sex, but I got some coke for my troubles. I also must be drug mule from the barrio to the suburbs. They own me. I fail them, I am one dead gringa.

You Really Fucked Up

Taboo phone sexYou stupid fuck.  You couldn’t wait could you? I told you how everything would happen, but no, you went ahead without me and now you are calling me, freaking out.  I already see that the fact that she is missing is Trending.  Oh, and what’s this? It’s Parents are giving a press conference? With Mom crying, and Dad looking pissed off and concerned behind his crying wife.  Not only that, but they have a description of your car and half of your license plate.  At least you are calling me on the burner phone that I gave you.  That is something. 

I hear it crying in the background, you are going to have to snuff it out.  What do you mean you can’t? So you can shove that dick down it’s throat and rip it’s pussy open but you can’t kill it? What the fuck dude?  Alright, alright, calm down.  This is what I want you to do, tie it down, tightly.  Stuff something in it’s mouth.  Let me know when you get that far … and hurry.

Right, now do you have a knife? A spoon? Anything with an sturdy edge? Yup, a pocket knife will work.  You are going to get messy so take all your clothing off and put them far enough away that nothing will get on them.  Now, I want you to cut it’s eyes out.  If you can fuck it, you can do this too.  Think of it as you are making yourself two new fuck holes.  I swear to the Gods if you puke I’m hanging up, driving down there, and fucking killing you.  Now, cut the eye lids off, you don’t want it  to be able to blink a yes or no. I’ll wait…

Next, cut it’s tongue out.  You figure it out.  Make sure your fuck doll is leaning forward afterward or it will aspirate on it’s blood. Now, you want to find something bigger with an edge on it.  You found a shovel? It will have to do.  Put the edge of the spade right where the wrist meets the arm, then put your full weight down on it.  You need to get rid of those hands.  Wait … before you do that … did you cum in it at all? That doesn’t really matter actually, you need to clean it.  I don’t know, what do you have? Tequila? That will work, make it drink it, a lot of it.  Then you are going to have to pour some over what’s left of it’s genitalia, and inside of it.  Anywhere you put your cock, spit or sweat. Do. Not. Miss. A. Single. Spot.

Time for the shovel. After, you use it the way I told you, you will have to use a tourniquet so you stop the bleeding.  After you are done with that you leave it there, do you hear me? You leave it to wander.  Gather everything you have, put it in anything you can find that won’t leak and get into the carpet of your car.  Make sure that you do not transfer anything from there into your car.  No dirt, no trash, nothing!  Great, shove the eyes, tongue, and hands inside that old can. After we are done talking you put this phone in there too.  Look around, make sure there is nothing left of you there.  I don’t care if you have to crawl, you make sure nothing is left on it, or around it.  Put your socks onto your hands, then untie her, then smear her blood anywhere you touched on her, using your socks.  You put those in that container too.

Alright, now get in your car, slowly, you need to breath.  You drive your car someplace vacant where you are able to get home.  When you get home you put those clothes in the washer, you wash them on hot, dry them, then hang them up.  In the morning you call the police and tell them that when you were sleeping someone stole the car. Did your wife see you leave? No? She was sleeping when you left? Let’s hope she is still asleep when you get back, or you are going to have to figure out how to explain your absence.  That’s on you.

Before you leave the car you go over it, anything of it you see you get rid off.  No blood, no hair, nothing, do you understand? Right, I’m hanging up now, but you get rid of that container.  Put rocks in it to weigh it down and put it in the river, or bury it, or do what ever, but you never knew me, and I sure as hell do not know you.  Get your clothes and go, and do what I said because I sure as fuck aren’t going to be nicked because you were a horny motherfucker who couldn’t wait. Oh, one last thing, you better eat the sim card out of this fucking phone buddy. Good-bye.