Tag: Torture sex

Torture Sex Slave Audition

 

torture sexI 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

torture sexWhen 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 sexBondage 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.

Snuff Phone Sex Call From A Stalker

I was never aware of the fact I was being Stalked. Not completely. Since I take calls as a Snuff Phone Sex victim, I just thought it was the usual wanking fucks that try creeping us out. He would call me and whisper to me the things he planned on doing to me. I was clueless that the strange flickering I’d see sometimes was actually him taking my picture. He shined his flashlight in my windows and I figured it was just the usual juvenile fucks playing around. I live in a townhouse and you know neighbors with horny teen boys and all. Sometimes I know the dads and husbands kinda watch me, and they are always trying to be discrete. But this was different. This guys was stalking me and calling me. He even slipped notes in my mail slot. Lewd comments always about how he was watching me. He would say shit like maybe you should use a bigger dildo because when I get my hands on you those holes best be ready for my big fat dick. I’ll rip those holes while you beg me like the worthless cunt you are. So the night he came to my door and shoved himself inside as he overpowered me took me by surprise. He did everything he promised. He ended up cracking my neck and snuffing me out while ripping my ass with the most violent phone sex yet.

Ass Rape Porn Star Anally Abused

ass rape pornI am an ass rape porn star. Ever since I was a little girl, men have enjoyed violating my ass. It all began with Daddy. He was the first person to force fuck my ass.  Sometimes he shared my ass around with his friends and drinking buddies. I have become accustomed to anal abuse. The men who fuck my ass now are a different breed than daddy and his friends. My father and his cronies were just horny P men who liked the notion of fucking jailbait holes. My anal sex guys now, want to abuse my asshole until I cry in pain and cannot shit right for a week. Even though this one guy has force fucked my ass 100s of times now, it still hurts. He refuses to use lube and gentle is not in his vocabulary. Henry is obsessed with my ass. He wants to gape it and prolapse it too. Every time we are together, he tries to outdo himself from the last time he fucked my ass. Last night, he out did all the previous times combined. He used a baseball bat on my pretty puckered rosebud. I yelped like a wounded animal. For my ass to hurt, you know it is bad. I have a high threshold for pain thanks to all the abuse at the hands of my father when I was a young girl and the many anal torture sex videos I have made. A baseball bat is a lot of wood for any ass. I was a bloody mess by the time he decided he was done. I could barely walk. I shit myself. Pissed myself too. I begged for him to help me. Give me a shot of whiskey or get me a bag of frozen veggies or something. He just laughed at me more.

Exploding Balls For Daddy

Accomplice phone sex is best with daddy. He loved when an ex boyfriend of mine was coming around. He knew I had big plans for that ass jack and he wanted in on it. He would ejaculate and save it for me. I would feed it to the ex without his realizing he was eating another mans cum. It’s only the start. This dipshit little weaselly fuck bought me shit, paid for a boob job and for my car. He came around thinking i wanted his stale ass back. I played him. Daddy wanted to experiment with him. He wanted me to burst his balls and explode his asshole. Daddy is like a teen boy sometimes wanting to play with firecrackers and wanted to see how an anus explodes. We had butt flesh all over the little torture rooms walls. I took a set of vice scripts to his balls after getting his penis hard. I snipped off the tip and that brought on a blood fountain. I followed with a nice hard squeezing of those balls and finished with the finale. Daddy waned to use firecrackers but I wanted the M80’s those little bitches may have matched his cock size but the M80’s are more suitable for the jackass that he is. We had that ass exploded all over. Of course I lit the fuse and we stood outside the door watching. It was a ballistic! Daddy liked to ejaculate all over these tits while Mr. Ass jack was still conscious. I have fun with my daddy, and was so happy he came back into town.

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Fantasy

medical fetish phone sexDo you have a medical fetish phone sex fantasy? I cannot believe I am saying this, but I want to be your victim for it. Some of you can go wicked dark on me too. I love a good fantasy, but I am a pain slut too. I like some torture. Pain is how I cum best, but too much pain and I cannot have an orgasm. That may surprise some of you, but that is how it is for a slave. Too much of a bad thing lol. I hooked up with this guy named Harold last week. I have not fucked since. That is some sort of record for me. Let me tell you the story. Harold, I know from the BDSM circuit. He is a master and a photographer. He has done many of my fetish shoots over the years. He was in town scouting some new talent and asked if I wanted to hook up. We text and stay in touch on social media, but we have never fucked. He prefers young girls. The kind that could get him arrested. I went to his Air B and B and was surprised to see a teen girl with him. At first, I thought I was going to help break the little bitch in, but that was not the case. He was training her to punish and torture used up old whores as he put it. Before the light bulb went off in my head, they jumped me and tied me up. The young girl stripped me naked and started using a taser security guards use on my girl parts. My pussy was tased. My tits were tased too. I pissed myself. I could smell and feel my flesh burning. Harold never touched me. Just his cum did. He shot a load of jizz on my mutilated girl parts and then high fived his protégé. I never saw it coming the torture sex of my girl parts. Now, I am healing until I let my guard down the next time.

Why I Prefer Knife Play Phone Sex

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Knife play phone sex is near and dear to me. I am a cutter. I do not cut myself. I cut others, maybe even you. I love the sight of blood. I like the sound of skin tearing. I like cries, whimpers, and screams. Sure, I could shoot some one dead but no fun in that for me. One bullet and a thud. It is over quickly. A knife, however, can inflict pain for hours. A knife can do a lot more than a gun. It can castrate a tiny dicked tool. It can stab the cunt of a trailer trash whore. It can dismember body parts. It can skin the flesh off a person. I can gut a little whore like a pig. I can disfigure a vain cunt.  A knife is perfect for torture sex. A gun is what a hothead uses. I do not partake in crimes of passion or anger. I do not just stab a person. I plan it out. That is how I have never been detected. I plot. I hunt. I observe the patterns of my prey. No rush in killing either. I take my time, so my victim feels the pain and feels the impending death. That is what gets my cunt wet. I am a hunter. I get off on stalking and planning some little slut’s death or even some grown ass prick’s death. You can have your guns. I will keep sharpening my knives and planning my crimes. Care to join me?

Sadistic Men Snuffed a Whore

It was another online ap I tried because I needed money. I’m a shameless pain slut and figured it was easy money for a bimbo like me. These men were extremely sadistic and rich and wanted snuff sex. They pay well for getting their twisted fantasies fulfilled. It rarely matters what happens with the “Whores” they hired for their needs. Once they get their fix and cum they are done with the garbage. I was just one of them. I never realized the more money an uptight prick has the darker his needs became. I was pulled into the Presidential suite and stripped down. He directed me to the shower to wash my filthy trashy body clean. He controlled the water and made it so hot my skin was red. Then without a warning the water cascading over my red burning flesh was like being submerged in ice. Once he felt I was clean enough he gave me a towel to dry off and put a collar and leash on me. I was forced to crawl on the floor out of the bathroom and suck off the cocks of three men in the room while they slapped me and pinched at my tits. He stood behind me whipping me. My backside was searing with pain and lashes that were bleeding. He laughed at me and shoved a big butt plug in my ass while telling me to shut the fuck up and drain those balls like a good whore. The deeper those cocks got in my throat the wetter I got. They laughed some more then they all got quiet. The three guys left the room abruptly. I was blindfolded. The rooms tension got thick once I realized it was just me and this Master. He clipped something on my collar and lifted me by my throat. I was being hung as he jerked off. I fell out of consciousness and at some point the three men returned and let me down, they hauled me out in a piece of luggage and dumped behind the hotel near the dumpsters.

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Torture Sex on a Yacht

torture sexI went looking for trouble and found torture sex instead. I answered an ad I saw looking for a buxom blonde stripper. It was a private gig. All the clubs are closed now and honestly, I needed the money. It looked like a harmless gig. Some wealthy guy with a yacht throwing a party at sea. I wanted to be on a yacht. I have been cooped up inside for too long. Some fresh air, sunshine and horny men was just what I needed. When I arrived, everything seemed copasetic. This looked like rich married men wanting some action after a few months stuck at home with their wives. That was part of it, but their idea of fun was more like something out of one of the Hostel movies. They waited until we were out to sea to show their true colors. I was in the middle of a sexy striptease when one of the men used a cattle prod on me. Shocked the piss out of me. I was convulsing on the floor like I had a seizure. They all kicked me when I was down. They stopped for a second and the man who hired me started counting. I was not sure why, but when they backed off, I ran. I was on a yacht, not many places to go, but they clearly wanted to play cat and mouse. I thought I found a good hiding spot, but someone found me, and the game was over. They tied me to the stripper pole and whipped me. My skin was blistering and cracking. They did not stop there. They paid for me and they were going to fuck me too. They just saw me as a dumb whore no one would miss. They acted out their rape phone sex fantasies and tossed me in the ocean. I think they thought I would drown, but no one with tits as big as mine drowns. Luckily, we were only a couple miles out from land, and I washed up on the shore. They probably think I am still dead.  I hope they do because if they find out, I doubt they will fail at killing me again.