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Teen Rape Porn And The Stinky Pussy

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn makes men take pussy, my foster brother is addicted to it, and it turns him into a sick fuck, he comes into my room whenever he gets a hard on and forces me to suck his fucking cock. 

Tried telling my foster mom but she called me a lying whore then made me lick her unwashed cunt until it was clean, I ate a day’s worth of funk and cum, if I gagged, she punched me upside my head. 

Probably would not have cared much if her pussy wasn’t so smelly, she is really sexy, but that pussy smells bad. 

I think she fucked three or more guys without washing after, my mouth was springing water as her scent wafted across my nostrils, licking her stinky pussy kinda turned me on, knowing I was tasting the cum of different men. 

My foster fathers cum was definitely inside of her, I could taste his salty sweet cum, foster brother too, his taste really sour, guess from his poor diet. I can’t imagine who the third deposit belongs to; it was rather sweet and extra sticky. 

Oh, great here comes foster daddy, guess it’s time for my weekly ass fuck session, he is obsessed with my asshole, he worships it with his thick tongue and a few dildos and butt plugs every Saturday morning. I kinda like it, he is always really gentle with my asshole, his little cock leaks without him even stroking it, think he really enjoys our anal play time. 

My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Vicious to Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on rape phone sex fantasies. As an evil bitch, I have them too. For women, but mostly for men. And my fantasies might not be typical. I don’t fantasize about hopping on a big dick and riding it until I orgasm. I own mechanical toys for that. My fantasies lean a tad darker.

The other night I made one of my dark fantasies come true. I fucked a predator in his ass with a strap on that I enhanced. And I bet you’re curious about what I did to that dildo aren’t you. I crushed fine glass with a rolling pin. I dipped the dildo in gorilla glue and then rolled it in the shards of glass that I made. Essentially, I turned my dildo into an ass shredder. And I made a guy my ass rape porn star.

Some Men Do Not Deserve

Although I never struggle to find assholes deserving of my anal shredding, I choose wisely. I’ve learned to fly under the radar for many years. I can sit back in any bar, watch and observe and men never notice me. Unless I want them to notice me. Usually, I hide in a dark corner where I can watch all the assholes attempting to pray on young girls by drugging their drinks. Some of these assholes do it just to get laid. Others possess more nefarious intentions.

For months, I’ve heard chatter about a tall, good-looking man, seducing young girls, drugging them, and selling them to the highest bidder online. He’s a sex trafficker. And that’s who I hunted this week. My many skills allowed me to track him and predict where he’d be. So, I enlisted the help of a young girl who fits his type. Through text messages and hand signals she followed my lead and switched the drinks. Dumb bastard didn’t see us coming. But that’s because he underestimates all women. And that’s a huge mistake.

When we got him back to my dungeon, I woke him up for the entertainment portion of the evening. We both wore that killer strap on I created and shredded his asshole a few times over. Turned his butthole into minced meat. He tried to deny the charges, but I’m also a skilled hacker and I found the site he uses to auction girls to the highest bidder. I traced it to him.

Some Men Deserve to Die for Their Crimes

 Not only did we shred his asshole, but we castrated him too. And he did not deserve clean castration. So, I used a rusty old sickle, cut them off and fed them to my dogs. The expression on his face while he watched my dogs eat his balls seemed worth it all.

We couldn’t let him live. So, we made him a snuff porn star. And we streamed it on the dark web so women could tell us what to do to him. We made the torture last for hours until he begged us to kill him. And we needed to kill him. A trafficker will not stop just because he lacks balls. This man didn’t fuck these girls. He sold them to people who would do far worse things to them. But not anymore. He died a fitting death. Tortured for hours by the very woman he tried to sell. Very fulfilling and altruistic kill.

Accomplice Phone Sex Layla Forced To Sleep with Her Captor

Accomplice Phone Sex

He likes to watch me when the red light on the console starts blinking. This Accomplice Phone Sex is the only currency I have left in this gilded cage, and God, I’ve become addicted to the power of my own voice echoing in his ears. He stands in the shadows, a silent predator, forcing me to use my mouth to ruin someone else while he waits to claim his reward.

 I can feel his eyes tracing the curve of my spine, his presence a heavy, suffocating heat that makes my skin crawl and tingle all at once. I’m his favorite weapon… a captured siren he keeps on a short leash just to see how many men I can bring to their knees before he brings me to mine.

“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver, my voice a low, honeyed ache. I make myself sound small, needy, and desperately slutty, just the way he taught me. I describe the way the silk feels against my skin, the way I’m touching myself because I’m so lonely, so bored, so bad. I’m an expert at the lies now.

 I feed the stranger on the other end every filthy detail he wants to hear, all while my captor inches closer, his hand finally resting on the back of my neck. His touch is cold, a stark contrast to the feverish words spilling out of my lips. I’m helping him hunt, luring the target into a daze of desire while he prepares the trap.

When the call finally ends, the silence in the room is deafening. I’ve been a good girl; I’ve played my part in his twisted game, and now the real price must be paid. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me away from the desk. He doesn’t have to. The way he looks at me tells me exactly how much he enjoyed watching me perform. 

I’ve become a creature of his making, a captive addicted to the very danger that keeps me here. He pushes me down, his weight a familiar, crushing force that I’ve learned to crave even as I fear it. I’m forced to give him everything… every breath, every moan, every shred of dignity I have left.

I play the role of the perfect, mindless slut, arching my back and begging for the very thing that breaks me. It’s a filthy, beautiful nightmare, and as he takes what he wants, I realize I don’t know where the victim ends and the games begin. I’m his, body and soul, trapped in a cycle of sin that I never want to escape.

Bloody phone sex spares the wicked and uses the weak

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex hails the Dark Lord! Hail Satan, may this little slut with a bald pussy and flat chest.

I know how to pick them! I like long blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. Sometimes I like to make it hard on myself and grab a feisty one!

See, the more they suffer, emotionally and physically, the more power the Dark Lord gives us!

Hail Satan, baby, put your cock inside her mouth and face fuck her till her lips turn blue. We’ll give her some air because we don’t want her to die too fast.

I need my knife play!

Our sadistic fantasies come alive when I pull out my knife. Hold her down while I slice away at her soft, fresh skin. Satan, watch me defile her little cunt with my blade. Every shriek of torment, every bead of blood that falls is all for Satan!

Do you want to live forever? Have a hard dick and super strength? Then help me ruin this little brat. You know you will love the feeling of a tight, tiny hole! It’s even better when she bleeds!

I won’t stab her too much. I need you and your hard cock to seal the deal. To align yourself with the Prince of Darkness, you must fuck her bloody cunt to death! The torture will turn into Snuff sex, and you will shoot your load at her last breath!

You will pump your cock hard and fast, covering your cock in her blood. Now that we have her spoiled, I take my knife and slice her neck wide open. We both shower in it and hail Satan!

Sex with Dead Bodies Layla Plays Dead for Her Twisted Crush

Sex with Dead Bodies

I held my breath, the cotton sheets cool against my skin, as the floorboards groaned under a weight that shouldn’t be there. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my limbs to stay heavy, limbs turned to lead by the sheer thrill of his presence. The thought of Sex with Dead Bodies is a macabre chill that usually stays in the dark, but here, in the silence of my room, he wanted me to embody that haunting stillness.

He didn’t say a word as he reached the side of my bed. I knew he was here… the shadow I’ve felt following me for months, the one I’ve secretly craved from the safety of my window. He leaned over me, his breath smelling of winter air and something sharp, something dangerous. His fingers, calloused and cold, traced the line of my jaw, and I fought every instinct to shiver. I had to be his porcelain doll. I had to be vacant.

“Don’t move, Layla,” he whispered while fingering my wet pussy, with his voice a low, jagged rasp that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Just stay like that. Cold. Quiet. Mine.”

I felt his eyes roaming over my breast, heavy with a twisted sort of devotion that felt more romantic than any flowers or candy. This was raw. This was real. He wasn’t looking for a conversation; he wanted the aesthetic of my surrender.  I kept my eyes closed tight, my lashes fluttering just enough to show him I was struggling to obey, which only seemed to make his breathing go shallow and quick. 

He didn’t touch me roughly. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that made my stomach flip. It was a beautiful, fucked up contradiction… the man who broke in just to watch life fade from my expression. I felt his hand rest over my heart, waiting for the rhythm to slow, demanding that I sink deeper into the role of his silent, lifeless muse. 

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a magnetic tension that made me want to arch my back and scream his name, yet the pleasure of his gaze kept me pinned. I was addicted to the way he worshipped my stillness, the way he hovered over me like I was a treasure he’d stolen from a grave. I lay there, his perfect, obedient girl, drifting in the intoxicating space between fear and absolute ecstasy, hoping he’d never leave.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, Women Have Too

murder phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on murder phone sex fantasies. Trust me, I’ve met a few men who I wanted to strangle myself. Even a submissive, druggie whore fantasizes about killing men and sexually torturing them too.

But I’m not good in the driver seat. So, I’ve often made myself the victim to get what I need. And all I ever need is money for cocaine. However, I recently found myself in a bind. Desperate for money. But that’s nothing unusual. However, none of the normal guys willing to work with me appeared around to abuse me. The weather apparently plans to keep everybody inside. Even the demented men.

So, if I could not make a snuff sex video for money, I didn’t know what to do. I started looking at some ads on the dark net. Maybe I could find somebody new to work with. And all I found was this one little loser looking for extreme cock and ball torture. He offered a mistress $1000 to trample his dick, use a sounding device and maybe even castrate him too.

So, I figured I could pretend to be a mistress for coke money. I’ve done a few castration calls before. I don’t get them often because I am a submissive whore. However, I’m an excellent role player so I could just pretend to be a mistress. And oh my God I enjoyed this loser. But don’t worry, men, I’m still the same druggie submissive bitch you know and love. I can make a lot more money being the punching bag. A grand worth of cocaine doesn’t go far with me, not in today’s economy. So, I’m not ready to hang up my submissive hat quite yet.

Sometimes, I am So Desperate for Money I Try to Be the Mistress

But I did tear this guy’s junk up, and it felt invigorating. In my high stiletto heels, I trampled his junk and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine many times. I used the sounding device with Ben Gay as lubrication to make it burn. And I channeled all my hatred towards a lot of these daddy Dom types into this one loser with a tiny dick. I made him cry. But usually, I’m the one crying.

Although I wanted to slice his balls off, we settled for a different type of castration. I used a castration band around his balls to cut off the circulation. And apparently, in a few days, his balls will fall off. The balls necrotize that way.

He’s been sending me pictures of his balls in various stages of decay, and they appear close to falling off. I enjoyed it. Granted I didn’t make as much money as I’m accustomed to when I’m on the other side of the abuse. But I did enjoy some extreme cock and ball torture sex with a pathetic little loser. However, guys, like I said before, I plan to stay in my lane. Being on the other end of the punching bag makes me far more money.

Uncategorized Layla Kidnapped Slut Forced To Fuck Horny Men

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I’m already dripping before they even touch me, heat pooling between my thighs, body aching for hands, mouths, anything. Uncategorized, tonight is exactly what I live for… chaos, lust, greed, and every filthy thing I crave. I don’t fight it. They won’t stop. I let them circle me, leaning in, teasing, breathing hot on my neck, and I shiver like a slut on fire.

One slips behind me, hands rough but welcomed, and I moan against his shoulder, letting him take what he wants while another slides in front, watching me arch, lips parted, teasing, pressing myself against him, tasting his need through his hands. I’m moaning, whining, begging even though no one told me to… I want this, I want all of them. I want them greedy, needy, desperate, and I can feel it in the way they’re looking at me, the way they can’t get enough.

I let one man guide me to my knees, moaning into him, loving the way he groans, loving the way they all wait for their turn, loving the hunger in the air. Another presses behind me, hand sliding along my body, teasing, taking, making me squirm until I can barely breathe. I let them share me, play with me, use me, because it’s hot, filthy, wrong, and I crave it more than anything.

My moans bounce off the walls, loud, messy, shameless. I grind, arch, let them tug at my hair, kiss my neck, pin me down, and I love it… love how greedy, how desperate, how shameless they make me feel. Every gasp, every shiver, every pleading look I give them only makes them want me harder, faster, hungrier, and I melt into it, letting myself be consumed, letting myself be taken, letting myself be their filthy little toy.

By the time they’re all leaning over me, hands everywhere, eyes blazing, I’m drowning in heat, moaning, whining, trembling. I’m soaking, greedy, hungry, shivering from pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. I want more, I want all of them, I want them messy and desperate, I want this chaos and lust and filth all over me.

I collapse into them finally, tangled, slick, moaning, laughing, loving every second. They’ve taken me, shared me, made me their little nigger slut, and I love it. I’ll let them again, tomorrow, the next night… because this is exactly what I crave. I’m Layla, the filthiest slut you ever had, and giving myself like this, letting them have me, is the hottest, dirtiest thing I could ever want, enjoying the cum all over my face.

Torture sex gives makes me orgasm till I pass out

Torture sex for three days straight isn’t out of the norm for me. My Master worships the Dark Lord, and so do I. He introduced me to the world of the dark arts, and if I want unlimited youth, I must get fucked for the devil on the full moon. The last time I barely remember it.

So many men had to give me a brutal hardcore fucking.Torture sex

After the first day, I was already sore. They fucked me so hard I lost consciousness. I was weaving into this world and the underworld.

I felt my Dark Lord by myside, encouraging me to keep up the devious deeds. I thank the Dark Lord for guidance. It is he who has the true power.

The maelstrom of carnal torture begins, an unending parade of erections straining to breach my battered threshold. I lose count of how many cocks fuck me.

And each penetration is more brutal than the next, but I can feel my body becoming younger and tighter. There is a price for everything, and I don’t think it’s too much for the Dark Lord to ask for a sacrifice.

The Dark Lord’s energy courses through me, an infernal elixir that fuels my endurance. I am so lucky when I feel his presence.

A scaly phantom touch that caresses my skin, urging me further into depravity. So I don’t fight, I scream and take the pain. Each gush of blood or semen is a hymn to his glory.

As the ritual concludes and I’m left to recover, I feel a wrenching sense of youth and beauty.  He is the one who granted me this twisted blessing, who holds the true power to bestow eternal youth upon those who dare to worship him with depraved Blasphemy sex. And so, I prepare for the next full moon, eager to once again submit to the brutal sacraments that keep me forever young.

Torture Sex Layla Lets You Break Her Bed and Choke Her Neck

Torture SexI wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, but the doorbell’s chime sent a shiver straight down my spine. My heart raced as I opened the door, and there he was… tall, confident, and radiating danger in the most intoxicating way. My knees went weak before I even realized it, and I knew I wanted him. The tension between us was electric, almost too much to bear. I leaned against the doorframe, biting my lip, imagining every possible way this night could go.

Torture Sex isn’t just about roughness; it’s about intensity, control, and giving yourself over completely. I felt my pulse quicken as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning me like he already knew every secret desire I carried. His hand brushed mine, and the spark between us ignited into a slow, consuming fire. I could feel every nerve in my body waking up, alive and craving his touch.

We moved toward the bed, and the thrill of the moment made me dizzy. He didn’t hesitate; he took control, pushing me back gently but firmly. I gasped as he traced patterns over my skin, teasing me in ways that made my body betray me, and I loved every second. The sensation of being dominated, of letting someone else lead, made me feel alive, electric, and utterly submissive. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered moan was a tribute to the delicious tension between pleasure and power.

His hands were skilled, knowing exactly how to push me to the edge and pull back, leaving me desperate for more. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together, a rhythm of intensity and raw desire. I arched into him, my fingers digging into the sheets, surrendering completely to the moment. The thrill of giving in, of being completely claimed, coursed through me.

Him breaking in tonight wasn’t a coincidence… He’s been planning this a long time, waiting for me to be at my weakest point. I imagined how my voice would carry, low and husky, drawing him closer, making him ache for me as I guided the fantasy forward. His lips found my neck, and the teasing pressure made me weak with need. I let myself enjoy every second, reveling in the power exchange and the delicious vulnerability.

Towards the end of the night as my pussy was filled with his cum dripping wet down my soft thighs, I was breathless, my body trembling, my mind spinning from pure ecstasy. Him choking me wasn’t about the roughness; it was about surrendering, about trusting, and about letting desire take over completely. And tonight, I let it take me all the way.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Serves as Excellent Revenge

torture sexOne of my fellow stripper sisters asked me to help her with some cock and ball torture sex last night. Revenge CBT. Her ex-boyfriend doxed her. We all use a stage name at the club, so he blasted her real name and her address and her phone number with her stage name and picture all over social media. Plus, he put up a few home movies they made together during their 10 years as a couple on some amateur porn sites.

Unlike me, she has family. And she does not want them to know what she does for a career. And she certainly does not want any of her family, including her son from a previous relationship, to see her naked on the Internet.

Luckily Facebook took down the pictures and the video quickly because they do not allow nudity. But she feels certain some mutual friends still saw his posts before Facebook pulled them. I jokingly told her he needed castration phone sex. And I guess she ruminated on it, called me up and said let’s do it.

Stripper sisters always have each other ‘s backs. So, I set the trap for him. Let him think that his ex’s hot stripper bestie wanted to fuck him since they broke up. Men can be so stupid. But in their defense, a lot of shady women do that to their best friends. Not me.

Strippers Stick Together and Get Revenge on the Men Who Wronged Us

He arrived at my place with a bottle of the cheapest wine he could find. My friend laid in wait. Perhaps I could’ve earned myself an academy award nomination for my performance last night. But I convinced him I wanted to fuck him. And as I kissed him just to distract him, I slipped some drugs in his wine glass. Drugs that would make him loosy goosy enough to subdue and torture.

When the roofie kicked in, my bestie made her appearance known. She kicked him in the groin as he laid passed out on the ground until the pain woke him up. But the drug made him too weak to fight or even get up. And I told him that I lied to him just to get him to my home. I let my friend tell him his list of offenses. And while she stripped him naked, I sharpened my knives.

If You Cannot Act Like a Man, You Don’t Deserve Your Balls

He pissed on my floor. What a fucking loser. Luckily, I had a tarp under him. But I did that because I suspected there would be blood, not piss. My friend trampled on his balls in her high heels. And I followed up with a vice grip used to deflate his testicles. This man would never fuck again.

And he would learn better break up behavior. He cheated on her. So, she broke up with him. That pissed him off so he doxed her and uploaded revenge porn. Personally, I never knew what she saw in him. Too much of a player and a bad boy for my tastes. But instead of telling her I told you so, I helped her castrate him.

And this taboo phone sex babe enjoyed an evening of deflating balls and cutting them off as revenge for revenge. We dragged his body on the tarp outside and left him in the rain. And we finished off the cheap bottle of wine he brought, laughed about him and he went to bed. Woke up in the morning and discovered he left. I don’t think he’ll go to the cops. Then he would have to admit what he did. Revenge feels so sweet.