Tag: Torture sex

Snuff Sex Season

snuff sexWinter is here and it is the best time of the year for snuff sex. It gets darker earlier. You can burry a body under snow and it takes it longer to find the remains. Not that I leave remains, however. I like tossing a dead body outside my kill cabin in winter because the wild animals are hungrier. Coyotes and wolves will tear apart a bloody corpse and even eat the bones. Only remains get shit out of animals and no one is looking for the DNA of a missing young girl in wild animal crap in the deep of the woods. I do enjoy killing girls the most. I am not the kind of girl who has BFFs. I am a lone wolf. I do not bond over boys and make-up or shopping. Now, if you are an equally twisted fuck, I might bond with you in kinship over torture sex. What gets my motor running is inflicting pain on stupid cunts. I like to play with my victims. Sexual mutilation like stapling cunt lips to thighs, piercing nipples and clits, prolapsing assholes… I like old fashioned torture too. Pulling out teeth with pliers, breaking fingers and toes, pulling finger nails out; you know stuff that makes a girl scream. I do not have a cock. Sometimes, I feel like I do, but I need you to help with the sexual violation of my prey. I will use a knife, a strapon, even my fist to hurt a bald cunt, but nothing replaces a cock inside a virgin pussy. I take most of the risk and you get most of the pleasure. How is that not hot and a win win situation? You can leave your DNA all over a young slut and I will get rid of the evidence. Trust me, I know how to hide the bodies. I have slaughtered hundreds of girls since my teens and I have never been caught.  

I just want to strangle you

strangulation phone sex

I just had a call for strangulation phone sex. He wanted to know how long my neck was and if I had even been choked before. I answered that my neck was 4 inches and that I liked to be choked during sex. He chuckled kind of darkly and said that they would some of both. He had me come and sit down in a chair that he had prepared in the middle of the room. I did as I was told and he tied my body to the chair. He then placed a ball gag into my mouth so that I couldn’t start screaming for help. He stepped behind me and I could hear him making some noise and I was curious and also a little scared. I felt his hands gently come around my neck and caress it for a few minutes before he placed his arm around my neck and start squeezing. I was trying to thrash some as I began to see black spots but he didn’t let up. My vision was darkening when he let go finally. I was breathing pretty heavy and crying when he told me to get as much air as I could in this small amount of time. He then brought a noose down from the rafters above and placed it around my neck. As he was pulling the other end of the rope to tighten the noose he removed my gag telling me that he wanted to hear me struggle for air as it turned him on. As the rope got tighter I started choking and gagging. My face was burning and I was crying. He finally just tied the rope off and let me hang there for a few minutes before he came over, cut my clothes off and fucked me until he came. He then caressed my face and said that I had served my purpose and he walked away and turned the light off as I sat there hanging.

My Snuff Porn Roots

snuff pornI have interesting snuff porn roots. I was never meant for the vanilla world thanks to my creepy as fuck grandfather. My parents were older when they had me. They did not interact with me much. I did not need them because my dad’s dad took me under his arm. He would take me on vacation with him several times a year. We never did the typical vacation destinations. The first place we went was Planfield, Wisconsin. Can you guess why? My grandpa was a sadist with a fascination for serial killers and violent crime scenes. He told me all about Ed Gein. I was knee high at the time. I remember watching Psycho with him in the hotel room as he told me all about Ed’s heinous crimes. Other places we visited on family vacations included Chicago, Illinois. He showed me the lot where John Wayne Gacy lived and buried his victims in his basement. While in the city, he gave me a mob history too showing me where some famous mob hits and crime activity occurred. We went to California to see where Mason’s followers killed Sharon Tate and her friends and the Spahn Ranch where Manson and his disciples hung out plotting their race war. My grandpa took me to the places where Ted Bundy and the Green River Killer hunted their prey. He taught me about all the great serial killers in history. My grandpa shaped who I am today. He taught me about serial killers. He let me watch executions in his privately run prison. He showed me how to use knives and guns. Taught me how to stalk, kill and avoid detection. He showed me my first snuff movies. He made many sexual torture movies for his spank bank. He was inspired by Bundy to kill, fuck and mutilate women. He, however, never got caught. My grandpa is dead, but I carry on his legacy. I honor his name.

His Hot Fantasy Phone Sex Call

fantasy phone sexI love a good fantasy phone sex call. One of my favorite regulars called me today and delivered one too. A perfect roleplay for a pain slut bimbo like me. I am in a camp for frigid stuck-up bitches who deny men access to their holes. A man has the right to use me when he wants, and I should not act like I hate sex. I was singled out of the room with the other stuck-up bitches. He brought me up onto the stage so the other cunts could see my punishment. He hit me a few dozen times, which was followed with some whacks from a wooden paddle. He made me touch my cunt and it was wet. I only get aroused with pain it appeared. Once he realized I was coming out of my frigid state with pain, he grabbed a leather paddle with spikes and gave me 50 more whacks on my bare ass. The welts formed quickly. My cunt got wetter. And my punisher was not done with me yet. There was a chair, like an executioner chair, on the stage. He pushed me into it. He strapped down my arms, He shackled my ankles. I got a strap around the chest and the forehead.  Thighs and waist strapped too like I was going to be electrocuted.  I was sitting on a hole in the chair. I thought it was for when I piss myself because strapped down like that, I thought I was going to get some serious torture sex. I did get tortured; I came to death. He shoved a rabbit dildo up my cunt that was going warp speed. A metal bar kept it in place. Nipple clamps with heavy weights were affixed to my nipples. I had to beg to cum. Beg for my last cum. As I came, I was electrocuted. I died a stuck-up cunt with a wet pussy because I was a pain slut.

Castration Phone Sex and CBT

castration phone sexFor most of my callers, castration phone sex is just a fantasy. Most callers would never harm their best friend but for whatever reason, they like to fantasize about a sexy bitch removing their testicles. I have castrated men in real life for money and for fun. Last night, I talked to a real CBT junkie. He sent me bloody dick pics to prove it too. Those are the only kind of dick pics I want to see. He has a mistress he sees weekly, but he is addicted to genital pain and mutilation. We got along great. I am a fan of cock and ball torture. I have used urethral sounding devices before and I have made my own too. I am a fan of those long medical Q-tips and some Icy Hot. If you do not have a sounding device, we can make one to cause your pecker to burn and bleed. I have all kinds of methods for cock and ball torture. Castration is just part of the CBT torture sex that makes my pussy wet. I looked at the picture my late-night caller sent me again this morning. Tacks in his scrotum and around the base of his dick. The urethral sounding device sticking out of his pee hole. Blood tricking down his cock. Work of art. Takes a lot of dedication to do that to yourself too. I was on such a CBT high this morning, that I just had to castrate someone. It is easy nowadays to select a loser for castration. Just go to any news story and read the comments or look at Facebook. Tools are a dime a dozen. I picked the first tool who seemed in close proximity and hit him up on social media. Chuck was happy to come over. He thought I was so turned on by him I wanted to fuck him. He was a candidate for a Darwin award. The loser let me tie him up. He was so annoying; I chopped his balls off with a rusty blade and ten minutes later took his cock too. I had to dispose of his body. Thank goodness he was a runt. I should have known. Little men are the angriest on social media. Apparently delusional with no understanding of women too.

Ass Rape Porn and Beheading

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn and beheading kind of encounter. He not only wanted my ass, he also wanted my head. Not in a figurative sort of way either. Brutal hardcore ass fucking was not all that he had in store for me, but I only signed up for a brutal butt fuck. I met him online. He seemed dark and freaky, but not deadly. I told myself that the worse thing that would happen would be I had to sit on a bag of frozen peas for a few days because he prolapsed my asshole. It was more than that. It started out like any other ass rape fantasy. Fingers in my asshole. Cock in my asshole. Fist in my asshole. I think I was a more seasoned anal whore than he anticipated. He never quite fucked my ass to my breaking point. I am not saying I do not have one, because I do. All women have a breaking point. My ass bled. My ass prolapsed. I screamed and I pleaded, but I did not break from the pain. I have been a cutter all my life. What I am seasoned at is being a pain slut. When I told him that it was doubtful that ass fucking would break me, I saw the wheels turn in his head. He left me for a few moments. When he returned, He had a big scary looking device. It was a guillotine. I have never seen one except in the movies. I thought it was a prop and he wanted to simulate a snuff porn. I was happy to be his star. I thought it was fake. He bent me over a bench with my ass in the air. My neck was right under the guillotine. As he was fucking my ass, he pulled a lever and then it was a butt fucking beheading. I died with my ass contracting on his cock. I never got to feel his warm cum in my ass.

Snuff Sex Thanksgiving

snuff sexWhile others are having Thanksgiving, I will be having snuff sex. It is a holiday tradition. I am not the typical soccer mom. I will be up late tonight doing lines of coke while my stepson and his friends fuck me. They hate holidays. For my stepson, it is just a reminder that his father left his mom for a hot younger model. He has step mommy issues. He is bipolar too. A total roller coaster of emotions, and I never know what I am going to get with him. He showed up last night drunk. He had a bag with rope and BDSM equipment and ten friends. I tried telling him this was not a good time, but he was not having any of that. They knocked me down on my foyer floor, tore off my clothes and tied me up like a side of beef. They whipped their cocks out and told me I was a four-hole whore. I looked at them and was like, four? I could only think of three. As they fought who would take my holes first, my stepson was like leave the fourth one for me to destroy. I was scared. Were they going to cut my belly button open? It turned out he was talking about my urethra. I pleaded with him no. That hole is too small. Way too small. He did not care. He rammed it in and I yelped. I cried too. I could feel the pain and the blood trickling out my pee hole. That only put them into gangbang rape porn mode. They loved hurting me. They loved destroying my tiny holes. They played musical holes. Every one of them fucked each hole of mine, filling me with cum. He did not even share his coke. I was bleeding and crying. My holes destroyed and I know there is more to come.

My Violent Phone Sex Death is In Your Hands

violent phone sex

Dear Master:

I have violent phone sex fantasies; therefore, I am your willing victim. I know I am a worthless whore. Maybe in my death, I can find a purpose. Maybe in death, I can finally be worthwhile to you. I deserve to die. I do not deserve to die quickly, however. No mercy killing for this blonde bimbo. That is why I am offering myself up to you. I know you will not kill me quickly. I know it will not be a painless death either if you are my executioner. I understand that you are a sadistic bastard who can find hundreds of ways to snuff me. How should you kill me, Master? Let me count the ways. Punch me like you are Mike Tyson. Kick me and bend me like Beckham. Slam dance my face off a concrete floor. Break my bones.  Set me on fire or slow roast me alive over an open flame. Disembowel me. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Dismember me with a chainsaw. Beat me with a baseball bat or a tire iron. Give me a lobotomy. Stab me. Nail me to a tree and let the wilderness eat me alive. Hang me. Stone me. Drown me. Bury me alive. Douse me in acid. Tie me between two cars and tear me in two. I know you are the kind of creative man and sick man to make my snuff sex death excruciating and memorable. You can profit off my death too Master. Stream my death for money. Sell my organs on the black market. Charge a fee to fuck my dead body. I know I do not deserve to keep on living. I am surprised I have lived this long. But then, until now, I had never met you.

Your subby whore in life and death,

Cassandra

Gangbang Rape Porn Party

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn makes me wet. I know. Not the typical statement from a soccer mom. I love lots or guys fucking me at once. I was feeling in a dark mood the other night, so I went to this underground swinger’s club with a twist. It is a kinky swinger’s club. BDSM, double penetration, watersports, hardcore ass fucking. It is not just swapping partners. It is about dominating and breaking wives. Women can go solo because they always ending up breaking a woman quickly and she becomes incapacitated. They welcomed me to the party because the guy running the show knows it is hard to break this bitch.  I was blowing this hung married guy while another one fucked my ass. Guys were joining in and it quickly became a gang bang. I was not the only woman in the place, but you would not have known that based on all the cock my fuck holes were getting. A couple wives joined in, but they started crying when their assholes got fucked. Amateurs. More cock for me then. I ended up with like 50 cocks. I like that ratio. I love gang bangs, group sex, orgies, hardcore ass fucking. I am a seasoned whore. The gang bang turned sinister like something out of a snuff porn. The husbands got rough. Violent rough. They started strangling me, choking me, and punching me as they shoved several cocks in a hole at once. I tried to be a good whore. I licked cum and piss off the floor. I was an ass to mouth slut. I did not flinch when cigars burned my nipples. I think they were showing the wives how a whore is supposed to be treated. I showed them well, because when it was done, my ass was gaped so wide a head would have fit up it. I was covered in so much cum, I could not open my eyes. And my limbs were officially sore.

Bloody Phone Sexy Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? I drink my victim’s blood and toast their death. Last night, I bathed in my victim’s blood. She was a hot teen slut. Not as hot as she thought she was. Not as bright as she thought she was either. She fell for the scream queen test. I tell dumb cunts I am a talent scout for horror films, and they buy it every time. Not sure why, but every time, that is the line I use to lure them into my car and to my kill shack and to their deaths. I had this idea or plan, I guess, to torture this teen bimbo. I was bored and felt like prolonged torture and disfigurement was appropriate. I was in a murder and torture mode. The cunt tried to flee from me, tripped over the rug as I grabbed her pink hoodie, hit her head and died. Just like that my hopes and dreams crushed with a blow to the head. Can I tell you how disappointed I was? I planned for days which cunt I was going to mutilate. I was pissed off. It was too late to get another blonde bimbo at the mall. I got creative. I put on a strap-on and did what I do on necrophilia phone sex calls. That was fun, but not enough. I decided to exsanguinate her. I drained her blood. Drained it all into the tub and I bathed in it. Drank it too. Masturbated in her warm blood. Blood is a fountain of youth. I love how it makes my skin glow. I was left with some skin and bones and entrails. I am a generous sadistic bitch, so I fed her remains to the coyotes out back. Keeps them loyal to me if I ever get myself in a bind. Sometimes you must make the best out of a bad situation.