Tonight Daddy had a dark and sinister plan for me. I had no idea what I was walking into when I got home. Everyone else was gone for the day, so it was the perfect opportunity for him to live out his evil fantasy. He wanted to turn his little whore daughter into a bloody, cummy pile of waste to be thrown out like the trash she is. Daddy found out about my mutilation phone sex blog. He was not happy to see his little slut’s picture on the website while he was browsing for a hooker to snuff. That’s what sparked his crazy obsession with force fucking my holes and torturing my pathetic cum slut body. He wanted to punish me for being a cum slurping whore. As soon as I opened the door, he grabbed me and dragged me around by my hair, while punching me in the face and kicking me over and over again. He tied my hands above my head and bound my ankles together with a cord he ripped from the lamp. Daddy took out his big hunting knife and licked the blade before he slid the tip softly down my bloody naked body. Once it reached my belly button, he forced that cold, sharp blade in and lifted, slicing me upwards into my chest. Daddy looked down and could see his cock slide in and out of his fuck slut gapping stomach hole. This got him so turned oh that he shot cum all inside of me. I was a bloody, cummy disgusting mess when Daddy dumped me on the floor like the trash I am and left me there to die.
Tag: Torture sex
Medical Fetish Phone Sex Sick Fantasy
Do you enjoy medical fetish phone sex? I have a weird fantasy. More like a dark desire. I want to go to a sadistic gynecologist. I want to be completely naked and in stirrups. I want to be strapped down and sexually tortured until I pass out or die. I know. I am fucked up. I was at the hospital a couple days ago for a Covid-19 test. I saw all these handsome doctors around and wondered if any of them were sadistic, woman hating bastards. I know they take an oath to help people, but many folks still believe Jack the Ripper was a doctor. Maybe that is where I got my demented medical fantasy. I have a love for true crime. I masturbate thinking of myself as the victim. Sick bitch, I know. Maybe you would like to play doctor with me? Have you ever wanted to sterilize a girl? Or mutilate her sex organs so she will never reproduce or fuck again? You know, ruin a woman forever. My fantasy is dark, but I am constantly masturbating to it. I am probed with a sharp speculum that cuts my cervix. Shreds my girl parts until my womb is empty. I am strapped down with my internal girl parts in a bloody pile on the floor. You would think that would be enough, but no. I want fucked with a cattle prod. I want my clit burned with a blow torch. I want my labia lips cut off with scissors. Violent and sadistic torture sex of my female parts makes my pussy so wet. And, let’s not forget about sexually mutilating my tits and asshole either. They are up for torture too. Damn, I need some violent fucking. I would settle for some violent phone fun, however. Think you are sadistic enough for me?
Taboo Phone Sex Whore and Dumb Bitch
Taboo phone sex whores who make snuff films and get high are popular, especially in times like these. I answered a want ad for a snuff actress. I saw the ad on the dark net. The pay was too good to pass up and as usual, I needed drug money. Cannot be a party whore without party favors. I have done all sorts of staged snuff films. I often end up black and blue, sometimes even bloody, but I heal quickly. This film was a rough anal porn. I am the queen of anal sex movies. I can take anything up my ass from baseball bats to broken bottles
When I showed up at the address provided, a guy tied me up immediately. No script was provided, which should have been my clue that this was not going to be a staged film. Everyone in the industry uses a script for ass rape porn movies. He told me I had no lines. He said my only job was just to look scared and scream in pain. I should have been a scream queen because I have some lungs. Once, my costars started using my body as a punching bag the screams turned real. There were several men with their cocks out and their fists clinched. They went Mike Tyson on my tiny frame. Punch after punch I screamed louder, but that was nothing compared to the noises I made when they began brutally torturing my ass.
They shoved baseball bats, fists, guns, wine bottles, hammers, and even a rolling pin up my ass as they skull fucked me. I regretted the gig. I felt blood running down my ass. When they were done, I had to bend over so they could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside. I realized there was no camera anywhere. When I asked about payment, they kicked me. The man I thought was the director called me a stupid whore as he tossed me out on to the street. I gave them free anal torture sex like the dumb bitch I am.
Castration Phone Sex Makes Me Tingly
I do any sick fantasy well, but I do enjoy castration phone sex more than I should. The thought of a loser being so self-aware that he knows his balls need to be removed makes me all warm and fuzzy. Yes, I know something is wrong with me. I have heard that since I was a little girl. I used to castrate my sisters’ Ken dolls. I also beheaded their Barbie dolls. I am the black sheep of the family. I take after my great grandfather. He was the head of a private prison that experimented on prisoners for profit. They were guinea pigs for pharmaceutical companies giving my great granddad kickbacks. It was cruel and unusual punishment, but these were the dregs of society, so I never understood why anyone gave a fuck about how they were treated. I was just a little girl, but I understood that those men did not deserve the same rights as me or my grandpa or you. When I was a teen girl, I got to assist him. I was set to inherit his prison when the Feds shut him down. I did get all the prison’s content including the electrocution chair. It was made in 1952 way before I was born. I use it for castration and torture sex now. As much as I love castrating men on the phone, the real deal is what gets me wet. It is just that guys I castrate in my grandpa’s old execution chair do not know they deserves to have their nuts gone. The losers who call me, do. I do not need permission, however, to remove some one’s balls or sexually mutilate their sex organs. I do it for the greater good. Small dicked assholes do not need to reproduce more small dicked assholes.
Sometimes, I am Lucky to Survive Ass Rape Porn
This is what I look like after ass rape porn. My ass was destroyed on the weekend. My stepson had some friends over for fireworks. It started to rain midway through their fun and they needed something to entertain them. They were high as fuck and in the mood to destroy something. Since I am just a druggy whore stepmom, he decided they should destroy me. I saw them looking at me like hungry wolves, so I ran. I was not strong enough to fight them off or fast enough to out run them. They tackled me in the backyard. As drunk as they were, I was lucky all they did was use me like a gangbang rape porn star. They took turns sodomizing and fisting my ass. They shoved beer bottles in my ass and pussy too. They would shake the bottles, flip the cap off and shoot the beer off in my holes making me intoxicated quickly. I begged for some coke, but my stepson was not being generous. The rain stopped, and I was grateful. At least I was grateful for 30 minutes until it rained again, and they returned their focus on me. This time, they had fireworks in their hands. Roman candles are what they fucked my ass with, along with some other big looking fireworks. I prayed they just fucked me. If they lit anyone of them, I might die or forever be ruined. I was threatened with lighters. I had to act like I loved being violently sodomized to keep from having my asshole imploded. I gave an academy award winning performance just to avoid being blown up. I begged for all their cocks in my asshole at once. I begged for them to nut in my face. I thanked them for using me. I thanked them for their seed. Either my stepson was in a good mood or they were just too drunk to make a mess out of me. I survived one more day, but with him, I never know what the next day will bring.
Snuff Slut Who Loves Torture Sex
When I met him, I knew that it was going to end badly for me. I didn’t know that he was going to push me past any limits, though. The pain grew more intense with each session of torture sex. It didn’t matter; I could not get enough. My nipples were raw, my thighs covered in lacerations, but I gave him more. He would choke me so harshly that I just knew I was gone. It burns my soul to give so much to him, but I’ve never come harder in all of my life. I wanted it.
He pushed the knife deeper, deeper each time he used it on me. My pussy dripped as the blood coursed out from my body. Finally, he confessed that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt my body go cold while he was balls deep inside of me. The butcher started to remove parts of my skin as I watched in exquisite horror. He flayed me, and then I lost consciousness. A hard jab my jaw brought me back to the moment. He wrapped his gloved hands around the handles of the garrote. My life faded, and he licked the fresh spill from my throat.
Ass Rape Porn for Coke Money
He wanted an ass rape porn star. A bitch who would take whatever he put in her ass with a smile. He promised me money for an hour with my ass. I thought to myself, “How much damage could he do to my ass in an hour?” I do not know when I will learn. Honestly, I never learn. Promises of coke or money to get coke always makes me throw caution to the wind. Things started out okay. Him and a friend did lines of coke and double penetrated my asshole. I have had more cocks in my ass at once. Bigger cocks too. I grunted, and grimaced because I wanted them to think it was uncomfortable. Men love it when you act like their cock is the biggest you have ever had in one of your fuck holes. The more coke they did, the more fucked up their thinking got too. One of the guys grabbed a baseball bat and the other one grabbed a wine bottle. Using only their cum as lube, they double penetrated me with objects. Now, I was not faking or pretending anything. I was in pain. I hurt. I was trying to focus on the money I was promised, but this was no longer some hardcore anal porn. It was anal torture sex. They wanted to prolapse my ass. They wanted to gape my ass. They wanted to see me cry. I begged for mercy. I pleaded with them to just nut and let me be. I hurt more than I anticipated. I bled more than I expected too. I thought they were done after they came sodomizing me with objects. Turns out they were having so much fun, they extended another hour. More anal torture with cocks and objects. That last hour seemed like an eternity. Surprisingly, they paid me. Even paid me double what was agreed upon because they doubled their time. I guess it was worth it to have coke money again.
Torture Sex Slave Audition
I answered an ad for a torture sex doll. The guy wanted a model for extreme simulations. They pay was good. Not too good to be questionable. I thought what the hell, give it a try. I could always use some extra money. Plus, I am bored and tired of being stuck at home. I called the number listed and went to the address the guy gave me. It was a professional studio. That gave me a sense of safety. This studio does snuff films and BDSM photo shots. I did not have the job yet. I had to show him my body. He wanted to make sure I had the tits I told him I had. It was sort of a casting couch audition. Not my first, but since the Weinstein scandal hit, I have endured fewer of them. He stood up to check out my tits. He squeezed them so hard, I thought he might burst a saline bag. Suddenly, I was surrounded by men. Maybe my loud, “Ouch” brought them to the room. I had a gut feeling this was the movie. I was making a snuff porn and did not know it yet. The men in the room grabbed my boobs violently. Pulling, slapping, biting and punching them. I fell backwards from the pain, but I was surrounded by so many men, I did not hit the ground. They lifted my sore body up and carried me to a dirty bed in the next room. They ripped my pants off and started penetrating my pussy and ass. The man who I met first started filming it like he was some famous director. My body felt their weight. I felt like my chest was collapsing. They were gang banging me. This was a gangbang rape porn, not some photo shoot like I thought. Guys nutted in me as I screamed not to because I was not on any protection. They did not care. When they had cum all they could, I was left on the floor covered in jizz. The director tossed me a wad of money, which landed in the piles of cum, and thanked me for being a whore. I got what I deserved, I guess.
Torture Sex Doll Mutilated
When you have the reputation for being a torture sex doll, men do not feel the need to hold back their thoughts. I was looking fine last night. I went clubbing with girlfriends. It was weird to be in this bar at half capacity. I am used to wall to wall people. One the one hand it was easier to get a drink and I could hear people talking. On the other hand, there were not as many men to choose from. This one handsome older gentleman spotted me and wanted to talk. He bought me drinks, but he must have drugged them, because I ended up naked and spread eagle on some dingy bed. I had no clue where I was. He was standing over me with a big knife and an evil grin. He spouted off about me snubbing him a few months ago when I had my pick of the liter. He informed me he knew I was a snuff porn whore because he had seen my pictures online. He did not think a whore like me had any business snubbing him. Now, I was paying for a crime I had no clue I committed. I did not remember him. He carved his initials in my belly with the knife and whore on my arm. As I bled, he got hard. I used to be a cutter, so I can handle some pain, but what he did with the knife next was beyond any kind of pain I could handle. He fucked my cunt with a knife while hurling insults my way. I could feel my insides coming out in a way they are never meant to come out. I thought he was done, but he wanted to fuck my bloody ruined cunt. He shot his load in me and laughed that he did not need a condom because he made sure I could never get pregnant. He permanently disfigured my pussy.
Bondage Phone Sex and Torture
Bondage phone sex gets me wet. I love being tied up. I am not sure how I got into it. I think it started with handcuffs in the bedroom. Pretty vanilla compared to what bondage means to me now. I hooked up with John the other night. He promised me some coke if I would let him tie me up and take some photos. I always need coke because my husband no longer gives me access to the family money. He knows I have no control. I will do an entire mound of coke. I will spend my last dime too. My family’s last dime. I am a coke fiend. Many men know this, and they make me deals. I know I am exchanging my soul sometimes, but I can endure almost anything to get a fix. John got me high first. Smart move because I will agree to anything when I am high. I have a much higher threshold for pain too. John tied me to a table. It looked like a conveyor belt of some sort. I assumed he made some sort of make-shift bondage table. It was something more akin to a medieval torture sex device. It was a rack. He tied me up at first and took some pictures. His cock was out, and he was stroking it. He was hard as a rock watching me tied up. I got nervous when he hit a switch of some sort. I felt my body pulling. OMG. I thought he might tear me in two. He came on my face as I screamed in pain. My arm pulled out of its socket. The pain was intense even on coke. John did not mean to go that far, but when he heard the noise my arm made as it popped out of the socket, he came. It was not what I was thinking would happen. John liked it so much, he asked me how much to make a snuff porn next. I got to think on that one. At this rate, he will kill me.