Tag: Torture sex

The Queens of Cum

2 girl phone sex

 

It’s hard to get together with another chick for some 2 girl phone sex when you live like I do.  I know what people are really capable of so I don’t trust anybody.  That said, Morticia is the only bitch I’d ever call a friend.  She’s a lot like me, careful and calculating, cunning and cruel, I kinda can’t help but to like her.  She’s a self made femme fatale who loves kidnapping cunts, torturing twats and fluid filled, fiendish fuck sessions with all sorts of unwilling individuals.  Sound like anyone you know?

I met Morty at an underground apothecary as I was examining a variety of dried nightshades.  She told me I had good taste so I was immediately intrigued and allowed the conversation to continue.  I’m pretty glad I did because I’ve been a part of more grisly gangbangs since I met her than I was ever privy to before.  She has a very seductive way about her and doesn’t even need to drug the dummies we denigrate and destroy to lure them into her terribly terrific cum traps, they come to her on their own accord.  She only pumps them full of poison for her own sick pleasure, I fucking love it!

We compliment each other well.  One of us can beat and bludgeon our bound beauties while the other fucks their bloody butts until they’re all nothing but fleshy piles of fluid covered mush.  The drugged dicks she draws into her den of depravity show no qualms with draining their dongs all over, or inside of, a near lifeless body.  We peg those spaced out pigs while they fuck and defile the gaggles of duped “hot girls” who, no doubt, had a completely different vision of kinky fun in their minds when they arrived than they received when all was said and done.

I don’t tell anyone all of my secrets, but I can count on Morticia.  We have the same distrust in society at large, love to reign over legions of blood and cum covered slaves and both know all the best ways to get rid of a body.  2 girl phone sex with the Queens of Cum is to die for, sometimes quite literally.

 

2 girl phone sex

 

Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSometimes I am minding my own business and I get into a snuff sex mood. I saw this young brat. She was cute for a soul stealing, germy little girl. I was thinking more about all the fun you could have with her. But sadly, you were not with me. You would have loved fucking her tiny bald cunt. As I stared at her thinking about you forcing your big dick into her teeny tiny hole, I got wet. Even though I was without a partner, I decided I had to have this little girl. I am patient. I waited in stealth, observing and waiting for my opportunity. She was playing in the park. Eventually all her little brat friends went home, and she was still there all by herself. It was fate. She needed you but she got me. I drugged her so I could cart her off quietly. I took her to my kill shack in the woods and I carver her up like a piece of meat. If I am by myself, I take my time and make the torture sex last. The screams of the young ones get me going. I carved up her tiny body with my big knife. I watched the crimson blood flow from her veins and pool on my floor. I knew what I was having for dinner. She was tiny. I chopped up her limbs and tossed her head to the coyotes. I put her limbs in a stew pot and removed the organ meat for a future meal. A young girl’s flesh is like eating veal. Its tender and oh so succulent if prepared right. I can have you over for the organ meat maybe. It is chock full of protein and vitamins. I do love eating young girls in more ways than one. But it is lonely sometimes to eat alone.

A Strangulation You’ll Never Remember

Strangulation phone sex

 

“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months.  Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.”  I love that last line.  Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected!  And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.

Want to know my secret?  Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath.  A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want.  I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place.  Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought.  Without any thought at all, actually.

So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley.  They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.

The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss.  Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength.  The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.

When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town.  If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again.  It doesn’t matter to me either way.  Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm.  Those cops will never catch me.  I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?

 

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

Violent phone sex

 

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.

 

You Gotta Have Faith

2 girl phone sex

 

I was feeling a little sad and lonely the other day so I decided to cheer myself up with some twisted 2 girl action.  I found the prettiest little innocent natural blonde at the coffee shop and decided she was the one I wanted to abuse to make myself feel better.  I could tell that taking advantage of her naive nature would be the easiest thing in the world.  I wasn’t wrong.  How fucking fitting was it that her name was “Faith?”

After I easily won the simple sap over and could tell I had her properly seduced, I convinced her to come back to my place for some hot threeway fun with me and my boyfriend (Ha!).  We got into my van and I drove us back to my happy house of horrors as she kept yammering on in nervous excitement about how she’s some sort of beauty queen and never does things like this.  I stroked her thigh and rubbed her bald snatch to keep up my seduction as I listened.

She knew something was off the moment we pulled up to my happy house of horrors, but I reassured her that it was just an old place and, of course, she believed me.  Once we were inside though, she knew shit was not on the level but by then it was too late.  I knew as soon as she crossed the threshold that I had her for as long as I, and the house, wanted her.  

I’ve had her locked in my basement for six days now to use however I want.  That’s six days of whips and chains, violent gangbangs and steamy hot piss streams on torn flesh for the darling dumb bitch, resulting in hours upon hours of her agonizing screams.  Of course she’s been really popular amongst all of the devils and demons who stop by my place looking for some fucked up fun.  They love the way she whimpers and wails.

I’ve put that privileged priss through almost a week of living hell purely for my sick, pussy pleasing entertainment.  Now that she’s starting to enjoy it, I think I’ll let her live.  She’s kinda fun.

 

Torture Sex Need

torture sexSome days I am in a torture sex mood. This morning was one of those days. It is very snowy around here. I hate snow, but I like snow days. Snow days means brats around and not in school. I drove a few counties over because the first rule of murder is not to kill in your back yard. I went to the mall there because no matter what decade it is, brats will always hang at the mall. I disguised my appearance with by donning a blonde wig and wearing more traditional clothes. Big sunglasses to hide my eyes. I shopped until I saw a sweet young thing that got my cunt wet. She was a teen tease. The kind of whore in the making that will eventually be a welfare queen and a dirty stripper. I told her some bullshit about being a modeling talent scout and that I wanted to get some more photos of her. I play to their ego. The young girls with self-esteem issues eat it up. They never think I am going to make them a snuff porn star. I took her to my kill shack. I made her a drink that knocked her out. Not completely, but enough to take the fight out of her. I had an array of knives to play with. Tender flesh is my favorite to carve up. Young girls have the prettiest and sweetest blood. I carved up her tits and stabbed her virgin cunt. I could have used you by my side. I get such a rush carving up the flesh of a teen girl. She was so pretty and soft. And eventually so dead. I let her bleed out slowly. I fisted her cunt and ass as my final cruel gesture. After a couple hours of torture, I had a dead teen carcass to feed to the coyotes. She scratched my itch, at least for now.

Date Turned To A Nightmare

As a druggy cum slut of a bimbo date nights never go well. This date was set up for me by my dealer whom I owed. I thought I was just going to entertain some rich guy for him. Never thought I’d end up in a torture phone sex situation. Stupid me to think it would be an easy way around what I owed him.

Yeah I knew he was a Puerto Rican drug lord and all, but fuck the dude has class. How bad would it be, I mean he is a religious man and just deals in some seedy shit. Life takes weird turns right? Well fuck of a lot did I know. This was a set-up for my demise. Yeah, I know I should be used to it right? After all I am constantly being ruined, tortured and left for dead. Fuck knows it’s the only way I feel alive.

This guy was damned near 7 feet tall and a fucking beast. He was extremely intimidating and I was weak in the knees just imaging what his cock would be like. I seriously got wet imagining him taking me and taking me hard. This guy must really destroy girls with his fucking. I honestly could not think straight and was just all over him, wanting him. The wetness between my legs could be smelled by an animal like him.

It seems he did smell me and it made something really click. His beastliness came out. He took me to a seedy hotel that was abandoned. I was eager to fucking please him but he wanted none of that. He back handed me so hard when I tried to go for his cock. Knocking me down. He grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me across the floor to the bathroom. I was still unable to keep my hands from my cunt and he just laughed at me.

He called me a perra tonta and laughed some more. I was taped with duct tape and he started to cut me up before getting a call and rushed out. I was bleeding out and could barely get loose of the tape. I woke up in the ER hours later.

Torture phone sex

Ass Rape Porn Star Goes to the ER

ass rape pornI am an ass rape porn star. Like I have done anal porn. I made quite a name for my self in the hardcore anal porn world. I retired though, at least professionally. I have tried to get into more mainstream porn, but when you have been a hardcore anal whore most mainstream places will not touch you. So, when I get pressed for cash, I must slip back into the seedy world of underground hardcore anal porn. It pays well, but it is dangerous, and you lose your dignity. Most men will tell you a taboo whore like me has no dignity to lose. That may be true, but I try to be a normal woman, but the lure of fast cash pulls me back in every time. Two nights ago, I ended up in the ER with a ripped rectum. That was the doctor’s term. I did an ass porn, and his cock was the hugest I have ever had in my asshole. He did more than prolapse my asshole. He tore through my ass requiring medical attention as my ass was bleeding. His cock was 14-inches and the thickest I have ever seen. I mean two hands wrapped around it and I could not get my fingers to touch. He was some Italian Stallion with a brutal side. I mean he paid this man a couple grand to find him a taboo phone sex whore who liked it in the ass. I have worked with the director before many times, so I was his first call. I was compensated well, more than I have ever made off any ass porn before. But I have never required stitches before, so maybe the money was not worth it. Who am I kidding? The money was so worth a ripped rectum. I have insurance. Some rest and ice on my ass, I will be back in the game before long.

Bondage Phone Sex Went Wrong

bondage phone sexHe asked me if I like bondage phone sex. I said no. It was sort of a lie. I do like to be tied up, but I hate not knowing what will happen to me next. I mean when I am tied up, I am vulnerable. Very vulnerable. A man can do anything to me. And he usually does. My last bondage situation was not good. Not for me. For the man, it was a different story. I met him on Tinder. He said he wanted to party with a milf. To me, it was a chance for free drugs. If I had to fuck him, that was a small price to pay for getting free coke. We were doing lines and talking. Everything seemed to be going well until he wanted to tie me up. He explained that it was just for shits and giggles, and to get me in a beach ball position to fuck me. I fell for his line of bullshit and the next thing I knew, I was being used for a gangbang rape porn. He had a bunch of friends waiting for me. I never heard or saw them, but they were waiting in stealth in another room. They all fucked my ass. It was gaped open, sore, prolapsed, and oozing jizz. They laughed at how big of a hole I had. They pissed into my gaped asshole and even fisted me. I had rope burns because I was struggling to get free, but I could barely move. I wanted out. The coke had worn off and he was not giving me anymore. I begged for a hit. Anything to take the pain and shame away, but he wanted this mommy whore to feel the pain and the shame. So yeah. That was my last bondage experience. Can you understand why I might not want to jump back into getting tied up again.