Tag: Torture sex

Knife Play Phone Sex Calls I Savor as a Sadistic Bitch

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex calls I never get enough of as a butcher girl.  Perhaps, I am a sick bitch. No. I am a sick bitch. And I know it. So, does everyone around me. I am not a ray of sunshine. Never will be either. Yes, I have friends. But my circle is small. And I do not make friends the traditional way. Either I save a girl from a predator at a Goth bar, or a girl hires me to off her attacker, and we bond over it.

I have an eye for talent. When I meet a woman or a younger girl, I can tell if she has that sadistic streak in her. And I can tell if it is in there and she needs help realizing her true potential. A few weeks ago, a young girl who just turned 18, hired me to kill her abusive stepfather. She inherited a bunch of money her late father left her. And she used a portion of it to hire me.

She helped me kill him. And she got into the torture sex. She completely mutilated his cock and balls. Technically, she killed him. He died from the Colombian necktie she gave him. And since then, we have worked together a few more times. Natural talent. So, I decided to mentor her.

Killing is Fun, But it Becomes More Fun with a Protege

Last night, she assisted me in offing this Goth girl predator. He slides into Goth bars, drugs girls and attempts to take advantage of them. Way too many losers like that prey on Goth girls. But I do try to kill everyone of them.  Although, I do kill my share of bitches, I never touch a fellow Goth girl. We have a code. So, if you hurt one of my Goth friends, I hurt you.

My new accomplice set the honey trap for him, and we got into his place. I followed behind them as she acted drugged. When the predator tossed her on his bed, she grabbed the light and hit him over the head. That enabled her to let me into the house.

And we worked in unison to tie him up and castrate him. But we made the cock and ball torture last. Castration phone sex revenge needs to be savored. Little cuts in his predator cock prolonged his agony after I severed his balls and stuffed them in his mouth. My protégé delivered the final blow when she cut his femoral artery. We left him bleeding on his bed. But before we left, we wrote Predator on his walls in his own blood.

Ass Rape Porn in Exchange for Coke Almost Killed Me, Again

ass rape pornBeing an ass rape porn star for coke or money to get coke, gets rough sometimes. I met this man at a dive bar who said we could party together. And you know me. Of course, I said yes. I don’t care how I get my coke, if I get my coke. But when we got back to his place, I started doubting him. Just got a creepy vibe when I entered his place. It had that death smell. For a moment, I worried that he was some Jeffrey Dahmer type, killing people in his house, chopping them up and eating them. And I did not want to be dinner.

Someone died in his place, and recently I thought. So, I made up an excuse that I just got my period, wasn’t feeling well, and I needed to leave. But as soon as I bolted for the door, he stopped me. Grabbed my long red hair and yanked me back into his living room. This time, I feared I would die. He told me I better be a good whore, or he would do to me what he did to the last dumb cunt he took home. And he added that she never left.

Sometimes, I Think I Might Die Trying to Score Coke

I enjoy watching snuff movies, but I don’t want to be the star. At least not a real snuff star. He ordered me to strip, and I did like a good whore. Then he contorted my body to fuck me. My cunt felt too loose for him, so he tried my asshole. But he said that was too loose for him too. I wanted to tell him that the reason he could not feel my holes had more to do with his small dick than my gaped holes. However, I bit my tongue.

For a moment, I thought he might kill me over loose fuck holes, but instead he fisted my asshole. And then he double fisted my ass. He managed to fit both of his fists in my ass and my cunt. Watching me grimace in pain made him thrust his fists inside my holes even more. Damn. That hurt. For what felt like an eternity he fisted my fuck holes making them bleed and gape more. He loved the anal torture sex he gave me.

But finally, he passed out, and I made my escape. No coke though. Nonetheless, I lived. With my gaped, sore holes, I found a drug dealer who would give me coke. But he gaped me even further. The life of a druggy soccer mom never gets boring. But it does get dangerous.

Rape phone sex fantasies with nasty daddy

I love you to watch someone getting their Rape phone sex fantasies. That’s because my cunt gets wet from knowing you are in control and taking what you want. Therefore, I find a sadistic perv like my uncle. Best part I met a single dad, who just needed a little help. So, I started helping him groom her. It started with him grabbing her ass and tits. Soon his cock was so hard he couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to fuck her hard” you say to me as your mouth waters like a rabid beast. 

We go in her room and before she wakes up, I start to tie her up. “It’s ok little slut this will only make it easier for you” I say sternly as she starts to wake up. When you see her cry, you slap her and say, “you have been teasing me since you can walk”. Then you rip her panties off and I force her legs open. “Now you will step up and give daddy what he needs” you grunt as you get in between her legs. By now her panties are in her mouth and no one will be able to hear her scream.

Rape phone sex fantasies

“Fuck this little whore until she can’t move” I say winking at you. Without a hesitation you ram your cock inside your daughter’s young cunt. Even though you rip her open and she screams you keep fucking her. The blood drips down to your balls but it just makes her cunt wetter and tighter around your cock.

Since she was moving all over the place, as I try to hold her down you wrap your hands around her neck. After you squeeze down, she stops moving and you continue the Torture sex you are giving your daughter. Soon your cock wad exploding inside her. Luckly I slap her back to contious, so she can keep being the torque fuck doll we need.

Teen rape porn leaves me a raw and bleeding pathetic whore

Teen rape pornI’ve been in tons Teen rape porn but this one might have broke me. I have been whipped, beaten, forced to do all sorts of sick acts. But hanging from a tree for hours and hours, might have completely broke me. I’ve got to face the facts and come to terms with the fact that I am gonna die a snuff whore.

There is no way out for a whore like me. I guess I don’t deserve any peace for the things Master made me do. I mean, I’ve been really enjoying some of the fun tortures he comes up with. But he was so cruel to me this time around. He treated me like I was just meat and now his faithful whore that has been serving him for as long as I have.

I just let all the abuse and suffering wash over me. I can’t sit down at the moment. My ass is so bruised up there is no way to get comfortable. The way he pounded his fist inside me, makes me think that he might have fucked up my insides. I have always been his loyal Torture sex whore and that won’t stop. I just want him to know I will always be useful to him and that he doesn’t need to terminate me like the other meat.

Castration Phone Sex Calls Leave Losers with No Balls

castration phone sexYou might be surprised how many men call me for castration phone sex. But you might be even more surprised at how many men reach out to me on the dark net to get castrated for real. If a man wants to sever his balls from his useless dick, who am I to say no. His body. His choice. And if he wants to pay me to do it, even better.

Some men are self-aware. And then other men seem clueless that no one likes their dick but them. Men like that get a free ball removal. And sometimes, I even chop off the dick too. For tools, predators and annoying pricks, their body is my choice. And I choose cock and ball torture sex.

If you cannot use it properly, you do not deserve it at all. Too many men look at their cock and balls as an entitlement when it is a privilege. And sometimes, a privilege gets revoked. Just like suspending a drunk driver’s license. Not all men deserve their cocks.

I saw this neighborhood dick being cruel to his dog. And one thing I hate is animal cruelty. Pick a fair fight, loser. So, I plotted to steal his dog. I successfully liberated his big beast of a dog. However, he came looking for his dog having a suspicion that I was behind his missing pooch. I hid the dog in my underground bunker so that he would never find him.

Your Cock and Balls are a Privilege That I am Happy to Revoke

But I invited him in to look. However, before he left, I took his balls. Hit him over the head with a frying pan and knocked him out. Smelling salt woke him up. And when he woke up, he realized his pants were off. He quickly realized that I put a castration band around his balls and strapped him to a surgical table. With all my knives laid out in precision, I began the mutilation phone sex torture of his worthless junk.

His dog, sat in the corner watching me carve up the dick of his former owner. I carved his pup’s name on his cock to make him bleed and cry. After about 30 minutes of torturing his dick, his balls blackened form lack of blood flow, and I removed them with ease. Fed them to his dog while he watched in horror. That pup was all the payment I needed. Eventually, I cut that loser’s cock off too. But I left him a tiny nub for pissing. I am not completely heartless. Okay, yes, I am.

Fed the cock to his pup too. I cauterized the wounds and cleaned him up. Sent him home in agony. But I knew he would not call the cops on me or tell a sole. While I was in his home liberating his pup, I found a stack of homemade brat porn. And I took it as insurance. I find it more satisfying to make a loser live with the fact that a woman took his balls and his cock so he will never fuck or even jack off again.

Torture sex gets bloody soaked in blood is delicious

Torture sex Torture sex always on your mind too? You deserve it babe. You deserve to suffer every delicious second and completely submit to me. I take a moment to drink in your trembling form, my gaze lingering on the bulge in your pants. I know what you want, and I am more than happy to oblige.

I reach out and trace a finger down your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my touch. “Tonight, my dear,” I purr, “we are going to indulge in the ultimate taboo. We are going to explore the forbidden world of cannibalism.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but I can see the hunger in them, the desire to be consumed. You know this is the best way to be worth something. To become a meal to a Goddess has always been your dream. And so, I lead you to the table, I lay you down, my eyes roving over your body with a predator’s gaze. You are going to be a yummy treat for Mommy.

I strip off my clothes, revealing my own body in all its glory. I am a goddess, a creature of power and desire, and I am here to take what is mine. I climb onto the table, my legs straddling your chest, my hands gripping your throat. I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear. “Tonight, I will feast on you,” I whisper.

I sink my teeth into your cock flesh, the taste of blood and sweat and fear filling my mouth. It is intoxicating, a rush of power and pleasure that courses through me like a drug. I devour you, my hands and mouth working in tandem to tear you apart. You cry out, your body writhing beneath me, but I do not relent. I am a predator, and you are my prey. Cannibalism phone sex with me, no meat goes to waste!

 

Snuff Sensations: Cora’s Masochistic Paradise

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Hello, perverts! Cora here, the masochist with a death wish, and I’m about to indulge in some extreme pleasure-pain fusion. Buckle up!

I thrive on the numbing sensation of pain that engulfs my body, while you enjoy the sight of me gasping for air, writhing in agony. Call me a freak, but I get off on the idea of snuff sex. The thought of being pushed to the edge, of having my life drained away, sends shivers down my spine. So, if you’re up for it, my masochistic master, inflict pain upon me. Torture me in ways I never thought possible. Give me cuts and bruises, leave me a bloody mess. As I sob and plead, my body convulsing in exquisite agony, you’ll be met with my muffled moans of pure ecstasy. My masochism knows no bounds.

The harder you hurt me, the more I beg for more. It’s a twisted dance, a macabre waltz. And I’m lost in the thrill of it all.

So, bring it on! Give me the pain that heightened pleasure depends on. Cora’s masochistic adventure awaits!

Torture Phone Sex in Exchange for Coke Left Me Gaped and Sore

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls leave me battered and bruised sometimes. I do have a strong pain slut fetish. But the older I get, the less tolerant of pain I get too. So, maybe I am not the same pain whore of my younger days. Guys do not care though. Not when you want to trade for coke. Dealers expect more than just pussy from an old girl. They want to make me hurt. Or they want to watch others hurt me. I know. One day, I will not wake up.

Over the weekend, I needed more coke. I blew through my stash on Friday night alone. Perhaps, I could out snort Tommy Montana, LOL. Marcus, my regular guy only had weed. I took all his coke on Thursday. I went to four more dealers looking for a big bag.

On the 4th one, I got lucky. Well, maybe not so lucky. But I got coke. The dealer had some goons tie me up for torture sex. He humiliated me first, so I thought maybe this would not be too awful. Wrong. He did not want to trade my holes. He wanted to punish and torture them.

My Holes Get Used Every Time if I Want Coke

But he wanted me used and degraded. So, he called in his goons. They tied me up spread eagle. Then they began slapping me. Hard too. Face, tits, ass, pussy…. When they started spitting on me, I knew I picked the wrong dealer. And I pleaded to be let go. I even said I would not need any coke. Just let me go. But their fun had only just begun.

The electric sticks came out next. You know, those shock sticks they use on cattle. But instead of a tap on the ass, I got one shoved up my ass and another one rammed in my cunt. They fucked me with cattle prods. I pissed myself. My entire body shook uncontrollably. When they stopped, they replaced the prods with baseball bats and fists. I never got a cock because they said they did not fuck skanky whores.

My ass looks like an ass rape porn star ass after a big black cock gang bang. Gaped open wide. In fact, it’s still gaped open and sore even two days later. But at least I have coke to get through a couple more days.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Gets Messy

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Home invasion phone sex can be unnerving and exciting . Things in the bedroom looked out of place as I got undressed and looked around. Just as I was going to the closet , I heard a voice tell me to get on the bed and spread my legs. I did what the voice said but then tried to cover myself. He told me to stop with an angry tone but he also had a quiver in his voice. I realized he was jerking off. I was told to spread my ass cheeks and rub my pussy. He said to lie in the same position as I played with my and not to move. I wasn’t even supposed to look back. I did as I was told and kept playing with myself, then I felt the tip of his cock pushing into my ass. He slowly moved it in and out as I masturbated on the bed. I had no Idea who he was or what he looked like. I was just supposed to keep playing with my pussy as he fucked my ass. His cock was swelling the harder he pumped it. He pushed it deep, so it felt like his cock would burst out of my chest cumming everywhere. He pulled out of me and told me to cum, but instead I pissed on the bed. I heard the door close and stayed frozen for a few minutes

I Never Sign Up for Torture Sex, But I Always Get It

torture sexI did not sign up for torture sex. But I got it, nonetheless. My husband gave me a grand to fix the car, but instead I bought coke. And not the first time I have misappropriated household funds. But this has not happened in a while. I got better at concealing my blow habit when I could trade my pussy and ass for a bag of coke. But this week, no one would fuck me for blow. My two regular dealers could not be reached, so I went somewhere else. And he gave me a lot of coke.

However, he took all the money, and I could not trade my pussy for car parts. So, I answered an ad for a bondage phone sex whore for a photo shoot. The pay was a grand. Just what I needed. And this photo shoot seemed vanilla. I love vanilla after all the abuse I take on and off the phone. But I should have known it was too good to be true. Nothing vanilla or easy ever happens to me.

Sometimes, The Torture Pain is Just Too Much to Handle

While tied up to a chair, this woman tortured me. A male director, and a female mistress. Women can be the cruelest bitches around. Sometimes, the director joined in inflicting pain, but most of my bodily trauma came from some younger bitch. She poked me with a hot iron fireplace poker. And that was a first. I am going to have a scar that I must explain. Electric shocks all over my body came next. I jolted so much my pissed all over the floor.

It felt like the kind of torture phone sex that could kill a person. Cigarette burns on my nipples came last. Can you imagine smelling your own burning flesh? Finally, it ended. And I did get my money to pay for the car fixtures. But not even a $1,000 in coke would dull my pain.