Tag: Torture sex

Snuff Porn Star Blair Take a Beating and Keeps On Ticking

snuff pornI will never escape snuff porn. This week proved rough on my body. First, my son beat the crap out of me. However, I went through his pink cocaine rather quickly. Not even quite a week later I found myself in need of more. So, I started begging guys to help me for a bump. I tried to avoid going down to the dock or meeting with notorious violent drug offender to score since my body still hurt from my boy.

However, zero luck with regular dudes willing to party and fuck. So, I met this one snuff film maker at the docks. He makes snuff flicks and beats women on camera for a streaming audience just like my son. But this guy I know has killed women before maybe not on purpose but some of his stars ended up dead. So that’s always in the back of my mind when I get desperate. But my need for cocaine seems stronger than my need to stay alive.

This guy will always put me in his snuff movies. But I will end up in the hospital or the ER. This time seemed no different. He dangled a big bag of cocaine in front of me and told me it would be all mine for just two hours of filming. So, I did a line and told him I make me his bitch. He set up the streaming camera and punched me in front of his streaming audience many times. I started seeing stars almost immediately.

Men Beat Me Beautiful in Exchange for Cocaine

When he punched me in the nose and it started bleeding, I worried that my sniffer would not work anymore. I begged for some cocaine. And when I snorted, boy did it burn like it never burned before. Coke mixed in with my blood and started coming out my nose. And this guy just wiped my bloody snot so he could rub on it my pussy and on my tits.

And he kept beating me. He never wanted to fuck me. According to him, his audience prefers watching him beat the fuck out of mommy types. Well, he beat the fuck out of me. So, this felt like torture sex. He broke ribs and my nose. Plus, I lost a couple teeth, but I got a big bag of cocaine. So that will help me heal my broken, battered body once again. Why do I get letting guys abuse me like this? Oh, that’s right. I am a druggy desperate whore.

Torture Sex Fantasies Are My Favorite Nasty Way To Fuck!

Torture Sex

What is your nastiest Torture Sex fantasy?

I want to know your scariest, most fucked up sexual fantasy, and I want to be your little puppet.

I’ll be the slutty little rag doll you can throw around without care.

Take out all your anger on me and slap me across the ass until it bleeds!

Tie my arms behind my back so I don’t stop you.

Stretch my legs far apart, exposing my bald little cunt for you.

Force your long, hard cock inside me.

Cum wherever you please, even if it’s deep inside my pussy.

Cream pie me and force me to carry your child.

I’ll do whatever you say, no matter how sick it is. I’m your slave for life, daddy. 

 

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Face fucking Torture sex destroys me completely

Torture sexBeing a Torture sex slave is my destiny. My master bought me from this crazy family, and I thought my life would get a little better, but it’s been hard to stay alive.

As long as I listen to what he wants and proactively understand his needs, I can stay around for a little bit longer.

But he loves to hurt me. I think it’s because he knows I try very hard to impress him, and even if I do everything right, I still get punished.

He loves to abuse my throat.

His favorite pastime is to wrestle his throbbing cock down my throat, violating my mouth ruthlessly. He feasts on destroying my gag reflex, reveling in my painful gags as he impales my esophagus on his massive shaft.

Lately, he’s been obsessing and told me he wants to tear out my teeth, leaving me a gaping, gum-jawed receptacle for his pleasure.

It’s so scary when he’s violently pounding my face into his cock and whispering how he will pull out each tooth, one by one.

He says he loves the exquisite agony of it all! The meaty slap of his hips against my face was a symphony of brutality.

Snot and drool fly, mixing with his musky arousal as I struggle to breathe through my nostrils, my windpipe constricting with each thrust. But it’s never enough.

He makes my throat constrict in a way that I puke all over his cock and balls. I have to suck up every drop of it, until I’m left retching, a thin, acidic thread connecting my lips to his mean throbbing cock.

And still, when he cums, his cruelty is far from over. He holds my head in place to make sure I get all the remnants of his climax.

Then he broaches the threat once more – to yank out my teeth, to reduce my face to a mere collection of glistening, empty gums. I hope he doesn’t go through with his threat. I don’t want to be a toothless Snuff sex slave.

 

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Teen Rape Porn : Never a Dull Moment in My New Obsession

Teen rape porn is an obsession for me, and for my Master. Well especially my Master, after all he gets to destroy that hot teen ass. And what do I get out of it? Obviously great pleasure.

First of all, my assfixiation is strong thanks to my Master’s grooming me. Ultimately, my ass is so good I was kept alive, and around. As a thank I like to find, or hunt the fine sweet teen tushy that makes Master’s cock twitch.

Of course I know that the more teen ass that gets destroyed the better used my asshole will get as a reward. Truth is, my holes are still quite good, despite how often they have been destroyed. Now that I have become an accomplice to the finding of teen anal brides, my life has more meaning.

Ultimately I was destined to be ass fucked and beheaded some time ago. But my ass just kept giving, and it’s just far too luscious to be condemned to 6 feet under.

Now these little bubble butt teen fuck dolls are destined to be good little torture sex fuck holes. And once they are used a couple of times we will sell them to their new husbands. And these girls are not ass brides and they only get their ass fucked.

Honestly, the best little whores give great ass continually. And when they put up a fight these are the ones that get the guillotine.

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Violent phone sex gets your cock sucked clean

Violent phone sex Violent phone sex? How about I bring you the best little pussy you can imagine! I don’t mind being the facilitator of the ultimate dominant fuck fest.

I’ve got the perfect little cum dumpster for you – a sweet, innocent-looking twat that deserves to be ruined.

I love little pussy too!

My stupid bitch sister is a drug addict whore. This bitch is like a breeding factory.

She’s always busy with her drug-dealing pimp and uses me as the babysitter.

She doesn’t care about these brats, so I’ve trained them to a large extent. But there’s one little brat that still hasn’t learned her place. She’s mad at me because I forced her to lick my ass for my boyfriend.

He forced his dick in her little cunt, and it made her cry. She told me she will tell on me, as if anyone’s going to give a shit. I’m not scared of her blabbing, but it’s the principal. This little bitch needs to learn her place.

I like your vibe, you’re way more evil than my boyfriend, and I think we should team up and teach her a lesson. I’ll bring her to your place, and we’ll get right to it. Slap her around for me, I want you to beat her little ass while I rub my cunt.

Once your fists break her, it’s time to stick your monster meat in her little bald hole. It’s going to hurt her really badly, exactly what she deserves. Hopefully, this Torture sex will teach her a lesson. I know you’ve been wanting to try out something as small as her. I think you’ll love her big brown puppy eyes, asking for mercy.

No mercy: if she wants to come back with me, she needs to learn not to be a little rat. That’s why I want you to take her ass.

Ruin her innocence and her holes.

And when you pull it out, I’ll suck her secretions off your cock. As I do this, I’ll give her a choice: she can come home with me or stay with you. But don’t worry, I’ll let you have her again.

Violent Phone Sex, Do Your Worst To ME!

Violent Phone Sex

I love being a Violent Phone Sex Slut for you.

Slap me around and treat me like the little fucking whore I am.

All that pent-up aggression you’ve been storing, you can take it out on me.

Your bitch wife pissing you off again?

Come yell at me instead.

Got someone who hates sucking cock?

Come face fuck me until I am gagging and begging you to stop instead.

I’ll take that cock with a smile.

Cram that thick, long cock down my throat until I am crying, then use my tears as lube to fuck my tight little pussy.

Hold me down and dominate all my holes, they are yours to use forever!

I am your sex slave now, Master! 

 

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Snuff Porn Made Me Do It

Snuff porn Snuff porn makes my fucking cunt throb, I get so wet fantasizing about how it would feel to take a guy out while giving him my pussy I imagine me riding his cock nice and slow, making him feel like he is going to explode, as I bounce on his dick my pussy gets wetter my juices sliding down his thick shaft. 

Blindfolded and helpless, he moans in pleasure, arms tied to the bed so he can’t move or fight, legs tied to the bed post, pulling his nipple clamps tighter as he moans softly. 

He is in ecstasy, little does he know that’s about to come to an end, pulling my sharp long knife from my bra, still riding his hard cock, tracing the blade across his chest, he moans softly. 

Out of nowhere, I slice his nipple off. He screams loudly that erection is no longer a thing, slicing his other nipple off, stuffing both of them in his screaming mouth. 

Hoping off his flaccid cock, he screams and begs for his life, tired of him pleading and crying I take my blade to his juggler vein, so he can bleed out and shut the fuck up so I can hack him up in peace, moving down to his limp dick, slicing it off in one quick slice, laughing at how big it still is, placing in in a mason jar, next up his big balls will follow. 

I can’t decide on how I want to get rid of the body, I call Master and ask for advice, he says just wait for me I will be there in five minutes you know sex with dead bodies is my favorite, is his asshole still intact he asks , yes Master I saved that part of him for you. 

Blasphemy Sex is The Ultimate Best Time During Castrations

I’m Morticia, the blasphemy sex goddess of pain. Ultimately, nothing compares to the ultimate joy of having a Priest by the balls. As it is, my hate of the Church is strong.
First of all, it’s the Confessional where I strike. With my black lace veil over my face, I confess to the almighty Holy Man of my sins. Since I play that I am mourning my dearly departed lover, and I need comfort.
At the beginning of my confession, I portray myself as weak and fragile with deep grief. This brings the priest to offering me solace. Then I tell him how hard it is, and I could really use a hug.
Now, when the priest exits the confessional, he awaits me to offer his Holy sacrament. When I step towards him, I stab a needle into his neck. Soon, he is rendered unconscious. With my planning, I have an assistant to help move the Priest to his Altar.
Finally, I strip the pathetic holy man naked on his own altar. Then, once bound, I break open the smelling salts and wake him up. Now he is trembling.

Now, the Sacred Desecration of Blasphemy Sex Truly Begins.

Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Next comes the moment I crave most. I straddle his face and lower my dripping cunt onto his mouth while I slowly castrate him.
Furthermore, I ride his tongue harder as the blade slices through his sack. Consequently, carving away his manhood in wet, bloody chunks.
Hot crimson sprays across my thighs and belly with every cut. Ultimately, his muffled screams vibrate deliciously against my clit.  Finally, as I cum violently, grinding my pussy into his face. All while his balls fall to the cold stone floor in a steaming pile.
Obviously, I keep fucking the gaping, bleeding wound between his legs with my fingers. While smearing his blood and seed all over his chest like unholy anointing oil.
Nothing in this world feels more divine than destroying a man of God. Ultimately, through torture, sex, and turning him into a castrated, broken fucktoy for my eternal pleasure.
Blasphemy sex

Just Another Friday Night Gangbang Rape Porn in the Back of a White Van

gangbang rape pornJust another Friday night making gangbang rape porn for this woman. But this time I didn’t do it for cocaine money. I did not agree to any of this. In fact, I don’t think I went looking for trouble. When I came out of the mall last night after dropping my son ‘s Apple computer at the Apple Store to get fixed, a guy jumped me and shoved me into the back of his work van.

But I was not alone. Five other guys sat in the back who appeared waiting for him to bring them lunch. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Those men looked so hungry. And they didn’t see me as a person or a mother. They saw me as fuck meat. Just another bitch for them to use.

And in the corner of the van, I saw a camera set up. Maybe this is their thing. Kidnapping soccer moms at the mall and filming them fucking her. And this time the soccer mom appeared to be me. Sometimes I swear I get into the most trouble when I’m not even looking for trouble. They turned me into their ass rape porn star in the back of an electrical work van. In that moment, I felt like this van became an assault rifle. Hiding in plain sight in the back of a work van these men violated every hole. They even fucked my pee hole just like my stepson does. Ouch.

When I am Not Out Looking for a Fix, I Get Into the Worse Trouble

Being a three-hole whore feels bad enough. But when you make me a four-hole whore, I feel the pain. Went on for hours. And I just laid there like a wet noodle. Scared. Not knowing what they would do to me once they all came. They smacked me and choked me. And when they couldn’t cum anymore, they started fisting my holes too and telling me to smile for the camera.

I did my best to comply with them. And act like I enjoyed what they did to me. But because I felt sober, I struggled to give them the enthusiasm they wanted for a gang bang. So, they choked me and smacked me some more until I acted like they wanted me to act.

I thought my nine lives ran out in the back of that van. But they pulled over to the side of the road and dumped me in a field. My clothes torn. Red marks on my face. Cum oozing out of every hole. Dumping me like that forced me to hitchhike back to the mall to get my car. When will men ever stop exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me?