Tag: Torture sex

My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, Cash Cow and Mommy Whore

ass rape pornMy son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.

I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.

My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.

My Boy Loves Me Because He Lets Me Do Coke as He Abuses Me

He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.

My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly.  My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.

He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing.  But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow And Fuck Meat

He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.

Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth.  But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.

Knife Play Phone Sex Gives Me More Control Over Your Death and Suffering

knife play phone sexGuys ask me my favorite type of call often and I always respond with knife play phone sex. Sometimes, they seem perplexed when I give that answer. I think they expect me to say snuff or castration. But here is the thing. I use a knife for both of those types of calls and so much more. Without my knives, I cannot do most of the things I enjoy.

Sure, I could use a gun to kill a person. And I could even shoot a man’s dick or balls off. But guns take the fun out of the torture for me because a gun kills if you have great aim with little suffering. And if I shoot your dick off, I cannot control the bleeding or much of anything. And I love my victims to suffer at my hands. I enjoy prolonging your agony or our victim’s agony with torture sex.

Knives just give a sadist like me more control. So, maybe now you understand why I say knife play phone calls are my favorite. Just a few days ago, I stabbed a man to death with great pleasure. He had it coming. But I prolonged it as long as I could. Hours of small cuts on his body. Followed by increasingly deeper cuts for blood loss. Of course, some cock and ball torture too.

Pick a Fair Fight or I May End You Myself

You may think what I did to him presents as overkill but hear me out. He’s the abusive ex of a friend of mine. My friend left him, but he refused to let her get her things. They lived together for years. Changed the locks on her. That I would not kill for, but I would show him who’s the boss. He killed her cat. A horrific death too. And I simply have no tolerance for any man who abuses or kills animals. Pick a fair fight. I like animals more than people.

Castration phone sex would not even the score. A life for a life. Some may say a cat’s life is not the same as a human’s life. But I disagree. Anyone who kills an animal does not play fair and will only escalate. I saved women from another Ted Bundy. And the animals in the woods behind my house served as my accomplices yet again.

Blasphemy sex wrecks her hole and gives us power

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is more than a fantastic orgasm. It floods you with power, a hot lust for blood, and the honor to do the Dark Lord’s bidding. This is not a game but a special ritual where the blood of an innocent is spilled. The intoxicating scent of fear fills the room. This little cunt I picked up off the streets knows what’s coming. I guide your dick inside her bald little lips, and you drill your dick so hard into her she soaks you with blood.
You, like a predator stalking its prey, pulled out and gave the dumb little slut a false sense of hope. “Shh… it’s ok, sweetie.” You say as you grin at me, and then, with one swift motion, you thrust yourself deep inside her asshole. I loved silencing her screams with my wet pussy. I made sure to push out the cum shot you put in earlier. Drowning her out with my cunt and your endless thrusting engorged my clit. I had to hold it until you were ready.
I could see Satan’s hand guiding your hand around her throat. You fucking her hard and harder made brought my pussy to the brink. You looked so sexy squeezing that little bitch’s neck. The more sadistic the Torture sex, the greater our reward from our Master. And then, that loud snap of her neck, we both exploded.

Cannibalism phone sex whores get roasted slowly

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.

Snuff Movies with My Eldest Son Hurts But Gets Me Coke

snuff moviesMy eldest son, technically my stepson, forces me to make snuff movies with him. Violent, hardcore snuff flicks that seem so real, that most times I think I might die. He’s been blackmailing me for years. My coke habit he supports but I need to really work for it, especially this new pink cocaine that’s so good and strong.

When he calls, I come. Because if I do not, he will tell his father all about the coke I do still. And he will tell his father about every sick and depraved thing I have done to get coke. My husband might stay with me if he thinks I am an addict. But if he knew about the gangbang rape porn I have made in the name of coke, he would leave me and take the boys with him.

So, I am a slave to my stepson. Always will be his slave, his cock sleeve too. Although, I hate being his beck and call whore, I have no choice. Last night, he needed his cash cow to abuse for his live stream. Nonstop abuse. First, he put a mix of oranges and apples in a pillowcase and beat me with them. It is a weird form of torture. You feel the pain. But no bruises on the body. It’s like magic torture.

My Eldest Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful for His Viewers

Because he live streamed this, the invisible bruises did not stay invisible. His fans wanted blood and bruises. So, he gave them what they wanted. My stepson enjoys inflicting torture sex. He swung a baseball bat at my rib cage. Although I heard some bones break, I did not feel them until I woke up this morning when the pink cocaine wore off.

The same bat that cracked a few ribs, prolapsed my asshole too. It is not a live stream party until he forces me to push out my asshole for some abuse and humiliation. And of course he turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve. That’s a given. I feel grateful that he did not have much time to abuse me. Who knows what would have happened if he had longer time. Small blessings, I guess.

Torture Sex Fantasies Turn Real When You Fantasize about Castration

torture sexTorture sex fantasies never remain fantasies for me. I specialize in extreme cock and ball torture. Although I do castrate losers, sometimes I just enjoy ruining their junk without removing a man’s balls. There is a thing called chemical castration. Although it refers to taking a pill to kill the sperm, I have my own form of chemical castration.

When I am in the mood to ruin a guy’s manhood, I put on spiked heels and do a little jig on his testicles. That deflates them. Ruins them for life. Sometimes, I put a castration ban around a pair of nuts. But cutting off the blood flow kills the balls. Destroying those testicles rendering them useless. And once a loser’s balls shrivel up and die, they can no long procreate or fuck. However, most days, that satisfies me enough. I love the fact that men can look down at their dead balls and remember me fondly.

Okay, perhaps they do not remember this sadistic phone sex bitch fondly. But they will always remember me. And hopefully they will have nightmares about me forever. Trevor, my latest victim, begged me to castrate him. How fucked up are you if you beg me to castrate you? I do not play games. So, no roleplays for me. If you tell me you fantasize about a sexy bitch mutilating your junk, I deliver.

I Do Not Do Fantasy Castration. Real or Nothing with Me.

Poor sap. I shocked him when I turned his fantasy into reality. Not a problem for me. And, I feel no remorse for such things. In fact, I never feel remorse. I make the world a better place for women when I neuter losers like Trevor. We had some drinks at a Goth bar. Then I took him back to his place and tortured his balls. You cannot tell me you have fantasies about castration phone sex and expect me to simulate your cock and ball torture. But I do not work that way.

I tied Trevor up and trampled his worthless nuts. I put on some Led Zepplin and danced in my spiked heels on his nuts officially busting each nut. His screams of pain only made me dance longer. Your pain is my aphrodisiac. Even though I ruined his balls in less than ten minutes, I kept on torturing his dead sack with needles and razor blades. When I left him, he had passed out in his own puke with his balls dying. Perfect date night for me.

Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe.

Taboo phone sex             Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe. Boy, were you wrong. Nothing is safe.  Not you, not me, not no one. Going to rock you, sock you, kick you in the nads. Now that is fun. For me.

            Come mister tally man tally me some cocks. Wrack them up for me to knock them down. As soon as you enter you know you are with a killer. Now, I am not just any killer. I am the killer that will be taking you apart.

            Piece by piece that is why I am the Killer phone sex queen bee.  All in all, I will kill, for the good of the hive. To be sure it is necessary. I like being a killer. Do you like being snuffed out like a little bitch? Bet you do. After all, you come a crawling on your belly like a low-down piece of dirt.

            Begging and pleading with your mommy. Well, mommy isn’t here right now. In fact, all you got is the killer bee that is going to sting you to death. Slow and painful.

To be sure it will be torturous. It is what you deserve.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Perfect for Pain Sluts

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls can get wild sometimes. But I am always down for a wild ride. Honestly, as a sexy switch, I will admit that I enjoy cock and ball torture. My bestie, Kelly, taught me how to use sounding devices and castration bands on men. She’s a lifestyle dominatrix. Former stripper who took me under her wings when I was barely legal and just starting out in the adult world.

She has this client named Earl, who is a total masochist. He is into self-harm and CBT. She has been inflicting pain on his balls for a decade now. He wanted to spice things up a bit with two hot women for a cock and ball torture sex session. Kelly asked me, and I was game, especially when she told me how much he would pay for both of us. So, I put on my spiked heels, a short leather skirt and a leather corset, and joined her to destroy Earl’s junk.

Kelly tied him up to his four-poster bed. But she let me go first. And I could not decide what to do first, so I got the sounding device, dipped it in some Icy-Hot and inserted it into his pee hole. Watching his eyes tear up, told me I did it right. Kelly slapped his balls while I worked that sounding device in and out of his tiny little pee hole. I knew that shit had to burn.

Some Men Enjoy a Sexy Bitch Mutilating Their Junk

Kelly and I agreed to put a castration band on him for shits and giggles. We did not plan to castrate him though. We just wanted to make him painfully uncomfortable. But the band went on so tightly we could not get it off. Oops. So, I suggested we use a razor blade to try to slice through the rubber. And that worked, but we sliced open his ball sack too. Initially, we felt bad. That was not part of the plan. Earl enjoys pain, but he did not want to get neutered.

He bled a lot. Cried more. But he still has his nuts. They just might have a nasty scar. He still paid us. In fact, he even tipped us. Turns out he enjoyed the mutilation phone sex surprise he got. He won’t piss right or sit without pain for days. But that’s what this pain slut paid us for, and we delivered.

Killer phone sex with the best makes a big mess

Killer phone sexWho am I? The Killer phone sex Queen, Daddy. I know you need my help; your daughter is a handful, isn’t she? Now she’s at that prime age, and she is driving you crazy. It’s a good thing you have me to help you. Bring her over; I’ll get her dressed right. I’ll put her in a lacy white negligee with some bright red lipstick. I’ll guide her to the altar. I’ll be sure to tie her to the sacrificial bed tightly.
Poor little thing will be screaming in fear, and I bet as soon as she sees you, she will give in. Since I was the one who prepped her for our little ritual, Daddy got to fill her in on what was going to happen to her. Tell her the Torture sex she is going to endure. I’ll get your cock rock hard and force it into her little wet hole.
I know the screams alone will make me cum, but since she is our slave now, let’s make it bloody. Your cock is way too big for her little asshole, so I want you to slam it in there, one hard big thrust inside. And then I want you to jackhammer that shit till she bleeds.

Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.