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Torture Sex of Your Cock and Balls Feels Like Karma

torture sexAs a sexy switch, I can attest that giving torture sex seems more fun than receiving it. Men used to torture me all the time for shits and giggles like my father. Sometimes I look back at my youth, and I’m surprised I’m still on this earth. But I believe in karma. I’m not necessarily religious, but I do believe that the energy you put out in the world will come back to haunt you.

Every single man who abused me when I was young, I remember. My father drugged me a lot to make me less feisty. But when the same men assault you daily for years, you remember them. Their faces forever etched in my brain. And I have exacted revenge on a few of them. Some of them I’ve never been able to find. And others walked into my life, totally clueless to my identity. The fact that they don’t remember the girl they abused pisses me off even more.

When Jason came into the club, I felt like I had seen a ghost. I felt like that innocent young vulnerable girl again. But I am no one’s teen rape porn star anymore. I grew up and I survived. And what my daddy and his friends did to me made me stronger. I know they tried to break me, but they failed.

Revenge for Sexual Abuse Feels Like Karma

The club knows about my past. They also know that occasionally somebody from my past ends up in the strip club. But those men never leave the strip club. I will admit to murdering a few men for revenge. When it comes to revenge for assault, I choose torture. Let them live with their reminder of what their actions cost them.

And yes, I’m talking about castration and sexual torture. Even in the VIP room while giving him a lap dance, this guy did not recognize me. But I did not tip my hand, and he acted just as pervy as I remember. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It sent chills up my spine to have this asshole even touch me. But I had to be patient because my thirst for revenge would soon be quenched.

I let him think I would fuck him. But instead, I tied him to the chair and stuffed my panties and bra in his mouth to shut him up. I grabbed a knife, and I carved my name in his dick to see if that jogged his memory. But I didn’t carve Cassandra. I carved my real name. Cassandra serves as my alter ego. A new identity for a fresh start I told myself.

Ding ding ding. I saw the look on his face. He recognized me finally. Although he tried to apologize and tell me he became a new man, I told him a new man wouldn’t be groping a stripper in the VIP room trying to get his dick polished. And while tied up, I did something I’ve never done before. I bit his dick off. Normally the torture I like involves knives and castration bands.

If You Don’t Use Your Cock for Good You May Lose It

And although I carved my name in his dick, rage overcame me, so I just bit his dick off at the base. I felt like a wild animal with a bone. And with my face covered in his blood and flesh, I smiled. He knew what joy removing his fucking cock gave me.

I wanted the torture to last longer. And I planned on castration phone sex, so he would never fuck a girl against her will again. Once a predator always a predator. But in that moment, I ripped the dick from his body giving me the same outcome.

I made a mess of the VIP room. But the girls helped me clean it up. We all have each other‘s backs because we all have men in our past that deserve a heavy dose of karma. One of the girls took his dick home to feed her Pitbull. We dragged his body to the alley to let him bleed out. Cops will think he got himself in trouble somehow being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they’ll never think a stripper ripped his dick off with her bare teeth as revenge.

Accomplice phone sex whore has a cute little sacrifice

Accomplice phone sex whore got a new baby to break in – a cute little sacrifice named Anna. This feisty teen slut was wandering the streets, tempting doom, when I swooped in and claimed her as my own. I told her I’d be her mommy. She lapped it up like the hungry bitch she is, promising to be good and obey my every command. Accomplice phone sexBut Anna’s been a naughty girl, refusing to take cock like a proper whore. It’s time for her to learn her place, and I’ve got the perfect training grounds, our snuff films. Since our last little porn star got too broken to use, we need another one anyway. It’s not like anyone is going to look for Anna; she is free to use and abuse!
But I need my accomplice Daddy, to hold her accountable and give her the meanest Torture sex! Anna’s going to be our star pupil. I’m going to mold her into a porn princess, and you’ll make sure she suffers by cock every second! She’ll scream and cry, but in the end, she’s just meat, so if she is going to be a problem, we’ll end her at the end of our porno!
I’ll make her drink down your cum until it’s coming out of her nose, and she is choking on it! When I’m done with her, every inch of her skin will be marked with the scars of her degradation. If she is lucky, she’ll be a living fuck doll, used to take primal cock beatings! A piece of smutty art, a demonstration of my deviant genius.

Violent phone sex

Violent phone sex My slutty holes just love having violent phone sex, where I know all over with be hurt and sore. The anticipation building up not knowing where you’ll punish me next. Any and all the abuse you’re willing to give these fuck holes, gape and rip them with your fat cock. While I squirm and struggle with you stretching me making me drip everywhere. While I become addicted to each slap, spank, and cuts all over me. 

Yesterday I got to really be tortured, having him catch me in an alley on my way home. He had been watching my everyday routine seeing where I walked every day. He had gone up to talk to me, but I had been on my way to work and was in a rush, so I didn’t to talk to him. This just made him want me to suffer and be taught some manners. 

On my way home this time I could hear footsteps following behind me. Really close and getting closer, so I started walking a little fast and they did too. I looked back and it was him, with a big smirk on his face.  I turn to talk to him, but he just rolls his eyes so i keep walking. When I was about to pass by an alley, I felt someone grab my hair and drag me right into the dark alley. 

Throwing me to the ground saying now you’re going be such a good worthless cock sleeve. Bitches like you need to be punished and taught how to behave. He spat in my face and slapped me so hard I fell back down onto the ground. I see him taking off his belt, when I went to say something, he smacks me in the face with his best hard. I could feel the sting it had left behind he pushed me onto the ground again, hitting me hard all over with his leather belt. Marks all over me from the hard blows from the belt. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to get on all fours. My hands and knees on the concrete like I was a little dog touching the dirty floor. He took a knife out of his pocket and runs it along my back, cutting the clothes I still had on off. Leaving me in just my bra and panties. He took my panties and ripped them with his hands, with my fuck holes in the air and ready to be punished. 

Push The Button On The Bitch

Snuff sexSnuff sex gives you kinky fucks the nastiest fantasies, one of my favorites is this guy who’s poor wife is on hospice fighting for her life, she’s been on hospice about a month  and the freaky fucker still dumps loads of cum in her half dead pussy every morning before the nurse comes to give her a sponge bath, in hopes the nurse finds his loads, while his wife is dying he is fantasizing and plotting on her young daughters hairless pussy, he tells me how he wants to molest the little ones asshole on the bed next to her dying mother, while forcing himself inside of her he wants her to repeatedly push the button on the morphine and moan I’m killing mommy, I wont lie it turns me on so fucking much when we fantasize about fucking next to her dead body, my pussy is dripping wet just thinking about it.  

Torture Phone Sex Always Gets More Brutal Than I Imagine

torture phone sexI hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.

It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.

So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.

I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.

The Men I Least Suspect of Being Violent, Turn Out to Be the Most Violent Men

He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.

He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.

Some Men, Many Men, Get a Thrill Out of Abusing Me

And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?

But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.

I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.

Torture sex with the living dead makes my pussy gush

Torture sex Torture sex is just the beginning of our evil fun. My Master Daddy’s evil magick is so powerful that he can raise the dead. It doesn’t matter if they are freshly killed or have been dead for a while; they can come back into his hands. He controls them like they are his lap dog, and I get the fuck out of them. I definitely like them better the fresher they are, but Master Daddy really enjoys watching me with a rotted corpse.
The gorier the better! He wants the corpse not just oozing out of his cock but everywhere else too. He loves the look of disgust on my face when I have a rotted cock in my mouth. He says it makes better Snuff movies.
And since I am a good actress, I take that dead dick with a fetishized intensity, my tongue writhing against the squishy flesh as I suck it to rigidity. The necrotic phallus feels like unyielding rubber, coated in a vile, tingling slime. The taste is of dirt, blood, and decay. It makes my pussy throb as I service the undead horde.
I impale myself upon its ghoulish prick, my tight pussy clenching around the stiff shaft. My pussy warms his cold, dead prick, and I know how good it feels for him because my pussy won’t stop gushing! His dead flesh is orgasmic and exciting all at the same time! As I ride the reanimated corpse to orgasm, the snuff film captures every quiver, every scream of rapture. And then I give them their end, and pulling that trigger makes me cum unlike anything else!

Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation

Torture Sex The Best Live Gaping Scenes of Hot Ass

There I was just coming to and out of an intense black out slumber. The night before I stumbled into an Torture sex party and quickly got taken. These big men grabbed me as soon as I walked through the doors.

Once they got me to the torture room with cameras all around I knew this may be my end. I have seen these dark web live cam movies of torture. And there I was restrained and stripped. There was a couple of big four legged beasts in the room along side the two Executioner looking men.

If I was anyone else I would be screaming and crying. However I was oddly turned on and fascinated on the plans. But I dared not try to speak. The first guy started to slap at my cunt and invited Bobo over. He was a furry big creature. First he sniffed and then I was mounted.

Once pushed down on all fours the beasts got their turns. Then I was whipped across my backside and strangled. The moment the belt went around my neck the bigger beast guy mounted me in the ass. That big throbbing dick I felt as though my asshole would rip.

Torture Sex

Then I started to fall in and out of consciousness before completely passing out. The night was really a fog but when I looked down at my tattered and bruised body I knew I gave a good show.

Create Gangbang rape porn stars & turn them to snuff slaves

Gangbang rape porn stars are created by me, the Queen of Filth! My kingdom is built upon the very foundation of vice – the sweet, nectar-like aroma of a little girl’s untouched cunt wafting through the air, beckoning me closer. And when I find one of these innocent, naive little whores, I swoop in like a raven, claiming her as my own. Gangbang rape pornI take great pleasure in breaking in my new playthings. I spank their tender bottoms until they’re a rosy red, their tears of pain never ending. I parade my freshly-broke-in whores in front of the vilest, most depraved men I can find – the kind with dicks as thick as tree trunks and a hunger for young, tight flesh that can barely be satiated. And on command, I release my girls into the clutches of these monsters, watching with sadistic glee as they’re stretched to the limit, their little holes pounded into submission.
I’ve turned these little sluts into the perfect Torture sex slaves, and when one is deemed too defective to continue serving, I make sure to give them the ultimate degradation. This slow, agonizing death only adds to the depravity. And I’m the wicked call-girl who makes it all happen, coaching these cruel scenes as the squalid rape and torture unfold.

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too, But Mine Make You My Bitch

rape phone sex fantasieDo you have rape phone sex fantasies for me? I’m here to warn you that you best not explore those fantasies. No man who ever tries to fuck me against my will lives to see the next day. Let this serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when you try to flip the script. I am dominant. And that means I am not your bitch. But you can be mine.

Ernie hired me for a job. And I told him he could be my accomplice or my victim, but I would never be his victim. And he acted like he understood. Plus, he said he didn’t want to do anything to me anyway. But he likes Goth girls. He wanted my help kidnapping, force fucking, and maybe even killing a Goth babe. I don’t have many rules in my life. But I do have a couple. One, I’m not your victim. Two, I don’t assist with anything involving a fellow Goth girl.

But he lied to me. The guy did not appear too bright.  He paid me for the job, which was to kidnap, torture, and kill a hot teen slut. I’m not a teenager anymore. He knew my rules before he paid me. I always require the money upfront in case they try to flip the script. Ernie had a death wish. He fucked with the wrong woman. And now he’s dead.

Men Think with Their Dicks and That Gets Them Dead Around Me

But I made him my ass rape porn star before I put him out of my misery. No guy fucks me against my will. I’m stronger than I look. But mostly I’m just smarter than any man because I don’t think with my dick. The moment I could tell he intended to make me his victim, I pulled out a huge knife, scared the shit out of him and tied him to his bed. In my bag of tricks, my assassination bag I guess you could call it, I keep a huge dildo with shards of glass glued to it. So, when I fucked him in the ass, he bled worse than a stabbing victim.

You should’ve heard him scream like a bitch. Music to my ears. Can’t come for me without consequences and the only consequence for coming after me is death, but with a lot of torture first. This loser really thought he could overpower me. But once that torturous dildo entered his ass, I think he understood who was in charge. I just enjoy pegging a man’s ass who deserves it. And for some I ruin their asses. Ernie learned a valuable lesson the hard way.

Torture Serves as Foreplay to Me

I fucked his ass with my malicious dildo so long and so hard that I prolapsed his ass and shredded it. His ass now looked like raw hamburger meat. He turned out to be such a wuss too. He passed out several times. But I revived him. You need to feel torture. Nobody sleeps through my torture.

Sometimes I felt like I could fuck him like this forever, but I knew I had to put him out of my misery. Men like that, I can’t trust. And they’ll just continue to try to abuse women who aren’t nearly as strong as me. So, eventually, I slit his throat. And I kept fucking him until he bled out. Dumb ass deserved death.

Never feel sorry for a loser like Ernie. He won’t try to force fuck a Goth taboo phone sex bitch again. Some men just seem so stupid. I wonder how they remember to breathe.