Tag: Torture sex

Rough sex with me first and then Snuff sex with her

Snuff sexI’ve got great taste in Snuff sex slaves. And my man loves my taste too. He’s a real horn dog and loves it when I offer him something fresh to defile.

We both love making victim pussy suffer!

But first he has to please me! As soon as he got his hands on me, he didn’t waste any time.

He yanked down my panties and shoved his cock into my soaking wet pussy. That hard rod pounded me mercilessly. He kept going until I came three times in a row on his dick!

I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t even speak, but when I caught my breath, I brought out a couple of my little brats he could choose from. Of course he picked the smallest one. He loves them real young, and he loves to fuck them up with his cock.

So I ripped off what little clothes the little blonde cunny had on and made her take his filthy cock, It was pure Torture sex! And no, that little bitch didn’t make it. But I wasn’t mad; he made me cum so fucking hard. He earned it!

 

 

Snuff Sex Public Humiliation For My Master’s Entertainment

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He decides he’s done with my pussy and flips me over with a rough shove, pinning my back against the railing. He doesn’t give me a second to breathe before he’s shoving his thick cock into my mouth, gagging me instantly. I’m choking on him, my eyes watering as he pumps his length down my throat, using my face as his personal sleeve. I can feel the eyes of the public on me—the disgust, the lust, the judgment—and it only makes me wetter. He pulls out with a wet pop and quickly slides his cock into my tight ass, the sudden invasion making me scream into the open air. He fucks my asshole relentlessly, stretching me open in front of everyone, the friction burning and filling me completely. He doesn’t slow down, driving himself into my bowels with a savage intensity until he finally groans and dumps a hot, thick load of cum deep inside my ass, leaving me shaking, leaking, and completely ruined in the middle of the city

Snuff Sex Leaves Mommy Beaten and Broken

snuff sexMy son paid me a visit last week for a live stream snuff sex session. Down on his cash, but I needed coke, so it worked out. My son loves me. Although I am his cash cow and cock sleeve, he takes care of me. Best plastic surgeons. And primo pure pink cocaine. A little goes a long way, unless you are the female Tony Montana like me.

As my son’s bimbo, I rake in the cash for him with my vacuum lips, bimbo tits and skinny body. It’s almost like he turned me into a cartoon character. Whatever I got to do to earn that coke money, I do. When my son arrived, I forgot to take my teeth out. Oops. So, my son punched me hard. He told me he wants me to get more plastic surgery. According to him, plastic surgery keeps me fresh. He breaks some bones, busts one of my saline bags in my fake tits and I get more plastic surgery.

Normally, my son avoids breaking my nose. But not this time. This time nothing appeared off limits for his torture sex. He told me my shit pipe could be my new sniffer. Then he punched me in the face, and I felt my nose break. Blood started pouring out my nose. So, I needed to shove tampons up my nostrils to prevent the blood from getting in the bowl of cocaine. But when I freaked out not knowing how to snort coke with a broken bloody nose, he put a tube in my prolapse and told me to suck up the coke through my prolapsed shit pipe.

My Son Beats Mommy Beautiful for a Streaming Audience

And I needed the cocaine so badly to dull the pain that I used my ass as my new sniffer. My boy put a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, and I started pumping coke through the straw. I could feel the cocaine coursing through my veins. And it seemed like it entered my system quicker than through my nose. Once I felt the effects of the cocaine, my son started to slam my body into the floor, mashing my tits. However, because of my massive tits I never go flush with the floor. It’s almost like my boobs suspend me in air.

While my son pinned me to the ground, he pulled out the straw from my prolapse and tightened the zip tie on it. He wanted to prevent me from sucking it in because he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve. More punches to the face but I felt numb. I just giggled as he pumped my prolapsed asshole and punched my face. My boy destroyed my shitter and all I could do was giggle. That should tell you how big of a coke whore I am. My son turned my ass into an accordion and my body into a rag doll.

My Boy Loves to Break His Mommy Whore

As he fucked me, he decided to make me fly. He stood up, with me still attached to his cock. I mean on the cocaine diet I can’t weigh more than 70 lbs. And most of that’s in my tits. I have the body of a young boy except for the tits. My boy spun me through the air. And when he pulled me off his cock, he threw me like a shotput in the Olympics. Chimes rolled in from the tips as I flew across the room. My old leathery body and my big tits bounced off the wall and crashed on the floor. And I landed like a heap of flesh.

But my boy picked me up again and tossed me across the room some more. When I landed with another thud, he walked over and pushed his cock in my toothless mouth. He started punching my cock pillows as he skull fucked me. And he slammed my head into the floor some more as he forced me to eat his sperm.

He called me a dirty whore and a slew of other names as he shoved his entire cock and balls down my throat. And he dragged me on my back by my hair with his cock and balls in my mouth to the bowl of coke. I told you he loved me. He broke his mommy whore but wanted me to snort more cocaine to dull the pain.

Cocaine Dulls Mommy’s Broken and Battered Body

So, he put the tube back up my prolapsed asshole and poured some coke in. Then he sucked on my prolapse and blew that coke deep inside my asshole. For a few minutes, I laid there getting high dulling the pain quickly from snorting the coke with my shithole.

My son came back with a speculum which luckily, he shoved up my cunt. I thought he just wanted to show off the insides of my pink twat to his streaming audience. However, my son gaped my pussy with the medical device so my 4th hole, my urethra, could be exposed. When he shoved his dick in my tightest hole, I could feel it burn.

As he pumped in and out of my tightest hole I began to piss. He shoved my legs behind my ears like a Bavarian pretzel. Ouch. I began pissing uncontrollably on his cock. My son literally fucked the piss out of me. When he bent my legs back, he held on to my knees pushing them further behind my head.

One of These Days, I Will Run Out of Nine Lives

And we both felt my legs pop out of the socket. In that moment my legs went crooked, but he still fucked my urethra. My son finally broke my body. As he continued to pump my urethra, he started back punching my face. Then he bragged to his audience that he broke his mommy.

I felt broken. He went Mike Tyson on my body but especially my face. That seemed like new abuse. So, my son broke my nose forcing me to snort cocaine out of my prolapsed ass. He treated me like a punching bag, his ass rape porn star, and his cum dumpster.

My boy finally gave me his cock snot but by that time, my eyes swelled shut from the repeated battering of my face. He broke many bones in my body that will require plastic surgery to fix. But that’s what my boy wanted all along. Beating mommy beautiful would force me to get plastic surgery. So, when I’m fresh again, he can break me some more.

Fantasy Phone Sex Babes Take Your Violent Fantasies and Make Them Real

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex can take a violent turn. You just never know with a sexy switch. Over the weekend me and some of my girlfriends met this rich fucker at a concert in Nashville. We went on a road trip. Tony invited us to see the show in his VIP box. Free drinks. So, why not? We Ubered so we did not see any reason not to enjoy his top shelf free booze.

He invited us back to his place. Safety in numbers. We would not leave a woman behind. It was all or nothing. So, our rich patron built a dungeon in his basement. At first, we thought he meant to make us sex slaves. But it turned out the room and all the torture equipment he purchased for him. He fantasizes about hot sexy women abusing him. As a sexy switch, my friends and I thought if he craved cock and ball torture sex, why not?

But he got more than he bargained for. He could not handle our experience. Perhaps, he thought I would use a cat of nine tails on him and call it a day. We went hardcore on his cock and balls. I even used a sounding device on his pee hole. He secretly loved it. A hard cock betrayed his protests. His cock oozed pre-cum as I used a switch on his balls.

Women Like Me Enjoy Ball Busting Too

My bestie, Mariah, suggested busting his balls. We pushed him on the floor and kicked him in the nuts. We also did a little dance on his balls too. Small cock but huge balls. All potatoes and no meat. We drove him to tears with our ball abuse. Opps. I did it again. Men, do not beg for BDSM when you cannot handle it. We busted his left nut. As he laid there on the floor curled up in a ball, I decided to bust his other ball. Did not want to leave him lopsided.

I saw a baseball bat on his tray of delights. So, I picked it up and went swinging on his balls. Flattened the other one too. Although I can get drunk on the power, I don’t kill you unless you try to harm me. But not much this rich loser could do to us. He seemed too busy nursing his two busted nuts to come after us. We emptied out his wallet and left. No one knows us in Nashville.

Never give strangers or anyone physical power over you. Women like me possess a lot of pent-up anger. And we just need the right taboo phone sex loser to take it out on.

Domination Phone Sex of My Asshole Gave Me a Tail

domination phone sexMen love domination phone sex with my asshole. For whatever reason my ass is the star of any photo shoot or video. And any time I need to score drugs, I offer up my asshole. Not sure what makes soccer mom ass in such high demand, but it is. One director that I worked with over the weekend told me it’s because men like violating suburban housewives. They think we’re hoity toity and deserve to be knocked down a peg. But I didn’t grow up middle class. My mom came from money, but when she married a truck driver her parents cut her off.

I married better. But we’re not rich, just comfortable. And I may be a soccer mom, but I’m also dirty whore. A dirty coke whore. This director I worked with wanted to make an ass rape porn. But at least he told me his plans up front. No surprises. I knew my ass would experience a fist and lots of cocks, and sometimes both at the same time.

But this guy told me he planned on destroying my asshole. And at least, he gave me a big bag of cocaine. Most of the men just violate my ass and leave me with nothing more than a couple bumps. However, this director and my son might be the exceptions not the rule in the underground world of snuff.

The first thing he did was fist my ass. One fist then the other and eventually both fists at the same time. When he did that, he could hoist me in the air like a sock puppet. My asshole prolapses easily thanks to my son. He made it that way. But others keep it that way.

My Asshole Now Sports a Tail From all The Brutal Fucking

And John joked that I must be the devil’s spawn because I sport a tail. And him and the other men waiting their turn to brutalize my ass enjoyed a good chuckle over that. But I felt high as a kite flying around like Peter Pan.

When he pulled his fist out of my ass my tail came with it. So not only did I sport a gaped fucking asshole, but my tail showed even more. As I laid on the floor curled up in a ball, other men came and circled me like vultures. Big cocks out ready to destroy me even further. They pissed on me, kicked me, and even spit on me while they continued to call me names. These were not men I wanted to fight. No way would I win. Big strong burly men. With cocks that could destroy my ass in a single gangbang rape porn.

But I felt high as a kite and in a good mood despite the brutalization of my asshole. Those big burly men eventually shoved their big burly cocks up my ass. Sometimes they couldn’t wait for their turn. And they joked if I could handle 2 fists, I could handle three cocks.

Thank God my asshole seems resilient. It bounces back more than a rubber ball. Cum oozed out of my asshole for days. My tail stuck out too. But I got my coke at the sacrifice of my ass, once again. I may look like a soccer mom to many, but those old stuck up fellow soccer moms don’t realize the lengths I go to act like a normal soccer mom.

I have trained Lolita’s trained for Torture sex

Torture sexI just need to gloat over the trio of fresh meat I have for Torture sex! These poor souls have been lured in with promises of a hot meal and a nice Mommy. Too bad for them; they are dumb enough to believe it.

They are ready to be broken in and maybe even destroyed!

I’ve got them trained to be submissive. It took me a couple of days to beat these bitches down, and by the time I was done, they weren’t looking that pretty. Now that they are all healed up, I think you would be the right one to pop some slave cherries.

Did you want just one? Or can I offer you the 3-for-1 special? You’ve got a dick that can make me walk funny, and I would get off so much watching you dominate their young, fresh holes.

These bitches are a dime a dozen in my whore house. No one will miss them; maybe we can end them with Snuff sex.

The only catch is, I want to record it. I have been wanting to upgrade my whore house. I think a snuff film playing on the walls would be a great addition. The cameras will capture every moment of their suffering. And you know there will be perfect close-up footage of your cock destroying their holes.

Accomplice Phone Sex Sometimes Takes an Unexpected Turn

accomplice phone sexAlthough usually I help men as their accomplice phone sex partners, sometimes women need my assistance too. But when it comes to women, I’m usually helping them for free because I know them. I’ve had a few random women I met on the dark net pay me to get rid of an ex-husband or an ex-boyfriend or even a current one. However, most women I help, I know personally.

Recently, a new stripper I hired last month shared with me the private turmoil she’s experiencing. A college girl I hired off Rover to be my dog walker when I travel. Smoking hot girl next door. The kind of girl men love in a strip joint. So, I groomed her for the idea of making a lot more money. Although I hate to lose a reliable and trustworthy dog walker, I felt happy to make the club and her some serious money.

But one day she came into the club with bruises all up and down her arm and a black eye. And I thought to myself oh boy she’s in an abusive relationship. It turns out the abuser is her step daddy. And he’s done far worse things to her than just physical abuse. So, I decided step daddy needed to die.

Revenge Gets Me Off. Some Men Do Not Deserve to Breathe.

This brought back memories of my own abusive father and his friends. I saw it as a cathartic moment to exact revenge through snuff sex. I’m a much different woman now. No longer a scared little girl. I can defend myself and I can exact revenge now.

I figured it best to leave my new stripper out of the planning process. Keep her hands clean. Imagine my surprise when I drove by her home and saw one of my father’s cronies who abused me as a young girl. Her stepfather worked for my father 30 years ago.

At first, I got scared. But then I knew the last time he saw me I was neither blonde nor busty. Plus, I doubt he would recognize me 30 years later. But I never forget the faces of the men who violated me like it was nothing. He needed to die.

So, one day, while my new stripper danced on stage, I looked through her phone and found his number listed under step monster. And I sent him a text. Pretended to be her and had him meet me at this no tell motel where you can scream bloody murder and nobody gives a fuck. It’s one of those rent by the hour places. And it’s one of those seedy motels that if you give the attendant enough money, he never saw you and he never heard a thing.

The Men Who Abused Me as a Schoolgirl Made Me a Blood Thirsty Bitch

Although this guy violated me the least because he was only in his early 20s at the time he force fucked me, he still enjoyed fucking the shit out of a schoolgirl. Clearly my jailbait pussy gave him a taste for it because he’s been force fucking his stepdaughter for many years. He did not recognize me. I concocted a story about knowing his stepdaughter. This fool believed that his stepdaughter who loathes him would send him a woman to fuck. Delusional.

Right before he put his cock in my pussy, I grabbed a knife and sliced it off. Dead men don’t need their dicks, I told him. As he bled profusely all over motel bed, I tied him up. Then I told him who I was. No apology. No shame on his face. However, he seemed surprised I was alive. Apparently, my dear old dad told all his friends he killed me and buried me in the backyard to keep my mouth shut. My bastard of a father never told his friends I ran away. I guess his ego couldn’t handle the truth.

Sixteen different men violated me as a young girl. And of the 16 men, including my father, who made me a teen rape porn star, only six remain. I’ve been quietly exacting my revenge on daddy’s sick cohort for years. And I enjoyed torturing this guy. He deserved it. If he violated me and his stepdaughter as teenage girls who knows how many other teenage girls, he’s violated. I read him a long list of grievances. Gave him a chance to defend himself and the fucker spit in my face and said fuck you cunt.

Men Always Underestimate Me and That is a Huge Mistake

So, I took my knife and stabbed him in the gut. I’ve learned from my callers and the dark web that if you want a man to suffer a slow death, stab him in the stomach so he slowly bleeds out. Stabbing them in the heart equals a quick death. But stabbing them in the gut prolongs the suffering. When I felt like he might be taking too long to fucking die, I sat on his face and smothered him with the twat he violated. Squeezed my thighs against his head and came on his face from the pleasure of torturing and murdering one of my abusers.

But I killed not only for me but for my new stripper who still can’t escape his clutches. I staged the room to look like he hired a hooker to party with and she killed him. They will look for a woman nobody saw. And if they do their due diligence, they might discover what a piece of shit he was to his stepdaughter. But she’ll have an airtight alibi because she was on stage dancing when I murdered her piece of shit abusing step daddy. Good riddance. Six more men to go.

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Torture Phone Sex Season Begins When the Mean Girls Go Back to School

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is my specialty. And I’m good at it. I take sick pleasure in mutilating someone’s genitalia. Although I do admit that I mostly prefer to mutilate men’s junk, I use the torture to punish predators, tiny dick losers and assholes. If you can’t use your junk properly someone like me will revoke your privileges. However, sometimes I meet an insufferable cunt and decide it would be fun to mutilate her tits as well as her cunt.

Sometimes when I get in these moods to do very bad things to young women, I go to some trendy bar or college hangout. I find the most insufferable cunts of them all in college bars. Over the weekend, I had my pick of insufferable cunts. This college bar seemed packed with returning coeds and college boys. The university near me starts back in less than a week I believe. So, it felt like a good time to go hunting.

When College is In Session, I Enjoy Hunting Coeds

When it comes to hurting teen girls or co-eds, sometimes I torture them and then profit off them by selling them to a sex trafficker. However, I wanted to really brutalize this one mean coed before making her a snuff porn star. It didn’t matter that she was nasty to me for no reason. I can handle myself.

However, I watched her make some other girls literally cry. And for no reason. She fat shamed one girl. She called another girl ugly and then she purposely spilled a drink on another girl for standing literally too close to her in a crowded space.

So, when she turned around, I spiked her drink. And I waited for it to kick in. As the oldest person in the bar, I just acted like her handler and walked her right out of that bar and into the trunk of my car. This one I drove to my cabin in the woods. And when she woke up, she found herself spread-eagle, naked, and tied to a cold metal table.

I didn’t start slow with the torture sex either. I used a sander on her nipples and her clit. One of those industrial size machines that carpenters use to smooth out wood. And it took the flesh off her tits, clit and pussy. It even tore off her labia lips.

Torturing a Bitch’s Junk, Turns Me On

This felt like fun to me. For almost 24 hours, I tortured this mean coed. By the time I finished, I had sanded off most of the flesh on her body. That machine obliterated her girl parts. As well as pummeled her flesh from her body. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured it into her open flesh.

It’s always the meanest girls who cannot handle the pain. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. I wanted to kill her. And I did but a little sooner than I intended. She couldn’t handle the pain of the bleach eating away at flesh and that bitch had a heart attack on my table.

If I knew she would be that weak, I would have just slit her wrist or her throat, let her bleed out and feed her to the animals. But because I poured bleach on her flesh, I could not feed her to the animals. If you cannot tell, I like animals better than people.

So, I did not want to poison bears and coyotes with bleach. But I did make a mental note to myself not to try that again. Undoubtedly it caused her a lot of pain. So much pain that the bitch stroked out on me. It just went too quickly for my taste. Not only do I want a death to be agonizing but I wanted to be prolonged too.

Torture Sex and Snuff Porn Gave Me a Night to Remember!

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He’s fucking me with a murderous intensity now, his chest heaving against mine. He flips me over, forcing my face into the cold metal, my ass hoisted high in the air. “Take it, you fucking slut! Take every inch!” he screams, slamming back into me from behind. Each thrust feels like he’s trying to punch a hole through my pelvis. I can feel my insides bruising, the trauma of the sex turning my body into a canvas of purple and blue.

 

He reaches for a serrated knife, the blade glinting under the fluorescent lights. He doesn’t cut deep, but he drags the tip across my buttocks, leaving thin, stinging lines of blood that mingle with the sweat. “You’re almost dead to the world, aren’t you?” he whispers, his voice dripping with malice. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back to look into my glazed eyes.

 

I’m hovering on the edge of a blackout, the pain reaching a crescendo that feels like death. He lets out a guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic, his cock hammering into my ruined pussy. He erupts inside me, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep into my womb while he bites hard into the nape of my neck. I collapse, sobbing and twitching, my body covered in welts, cuts, and bruises. I am completely destroyed, a shattered piece of meat, and as I drift into unconsciousness, I only hope he wakes me up to do it all again