Tag: Torture sex
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Want To Die Brutally
Make me your next victim. X marks the spot. Take the knife out and plunge it straight into my chest while you ram your cock into my cunt. I’ve been begging to be your next victim in all of my murder phone sex fantasies. I watch the way you grabbed the last girl we played with. Pressing the knife to her neck and making her suck your cock while she cried and begged for us to leave her alone. My cunt was soaking wet. I wanted to be her. I want you to force your cock down my throat while tears streak down my face.
It didn’t help when you cut her clothes off and dragged the knife up and down her body. Making tiny cuts in her smooth skin. The blood leaking while I licked it up. I loved hearing her scream. I want to scream too. I want to feel your cock and your knife inside of me. You make torture sex look so fucking sexy. Make me beg for my life and then end me like she did. Cut me deep. Carve your name into my chest. And then take that knife and force it through my heart. I want to take my last breaths while you fill me with your cum.
Bloody Phone Sex is a Present to Me
Bloody phone sex might be what you get with me. I love a bloody massacre. Perhaps, I bathe in the blood of virgins. No Botox for me. Just blood. My last victim turned out to be a fighter. Usually, when I kill a young girl, they give in quickly. Not this brat. She scratched me a few times with her fingernails. But no teen girl can ever get the better of me.
Her fighting me, just prolonged her death. Made me want to torture her more. This kill served as an early Halloween present for me. I picked this brat up at the mall. She appeared alone, but she caused a stir. Almost every store she went into she acted prissy and mean. Demanding sizes and outfits not even in the store. She kept saying things like, “Do you know who my daddy is?” I watched in horror as the staff bent over backwards for this teen whore.
However, all I could think about, was the torture sex this brat needed. I did not care who her father was. No one should talk to other people the way she did. And no person deserves to be catered to and coddled like this little teen bitch. I needed to put her out of everyone’s misery because that monster inside her would only continue to grow.
Sometimes, a Kill is Just for Pleasure
Not any more though. I fed her to the coyotes. But only after 8 hours of torture and pain. Although initially I struggled with the bitch, I got her tied up and gagged. However, I did underestimate her strength. Hell, hath no fury like a mean teen girl, LOL. However, I like a struggle. Keeps my skills sharp. You want to know what else is sharp? The knife I carved her up with.
I cut off her nipples first. Then I sliced off her labia lips and ate them in front of her. I like to eat pussy too. I carved her flesh until she looked like she had been skinned alive. Perhaps, I should have been a butcher, LOL. I am good at carving up meat. By the time I finished with this girl, she begged to die. The only thing different I would do with this girl if I could kill her again would be to invite you to help. I like to combine snuff with teen rape porn.
Rape phone sex fantasies need a boyhole
One of my boyfriends was a sadistic fuck and like to fulfill his Rape phone sex fantasies with young boyholes. It was my job to be his accomplice and lure them with my big jugs. Back at our place I teased his young cock with my juicy ass. That is how I distract him while you spike his soda. Once he passes out, I tie him up and we rip his clothes off. “Don’t forget the gag”, he says. “I have a better idea”. I say as I stuff his boxers in his mouth and tape his mouth up.
“Spread him open so I can rip his little hole open”. As soon as I do, you ram your hard rod in his little asshole. His muffled screams as he wakes up to you ripping him open always excites you. “Stuff him with your pcock and stuff him like a worthless pig” you hear me say as the blood drips from his hole. My fingers dive into my cunt hole and I pull my phone out.
I want to make some Ass rape porn with that boytoy. Then I zoom in to you pumping his little holes hard. It was easy to film his tears flowing down his face just like the blood down your cock. My cunt started squeezing my fingers as I looked over and saw you choking his little neck. “I’m about to fill him up baby” you moan as I watch your balls tighten and release. The camera caught as you filled his little asshole up, I wonder if I can sell it.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are not Fantasies for My Stepson
My stepson does not simply enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. He explores them with me. And I never fare well after a visit. But he supplies me with coke, so I endure it all for my pusher stepson. When he came over the other night, he warned me he felt particularly violent. He enjoys breaking mommy Blair way past her breaking point. And he wasted no time when he arrived.
According to my stepson, my urethra remains my tightest hole. He arrived prepared to hurt his mommy too. Our little torture session began with my pee hole. His bag of tricks included a speculum, a funnel, a pair of vice grip locking pliers, a plastic bag for my head and lots of rope. I call it his torture sex bag. Never matters what day it is or what time it is either. If he arrives with that bag, I am in trouble.
He used the speculum to open my urethra, and because he loves me, he brought enough coke to numb the pain. At least while we engaged in violent sex. I still feel the effects today. With my urethra spread wide, my stepson poured his primo coke in my pee hole. Soon after he began punching my bladder. He slammed my head into the floor a few times too. When he started to fuck my prolapsed pee hole, I felt it. Not enough coke in the world to numb that sort of pain completely.
My Stepson Loves Breaking Blair
When he raised my body up in the air with the rope, he pulled my cunt lips apart with the vice grip locking pliers. My body went up, but my cunt lips went down. He punched my tits, bladder and ribs. Of course, he forced me to prolapse my asshole too. Easy to do after all our special time together. I am his personal ass rape porn star. His fans watched from home. I could hear the chimes of the tips as he punched me and fucked my prolapsed asshole and urethra.
However, his finest work he saved for the end. He placed a plastic bag over my head and punched the side of my head many times. I am a slave to his sick perversions. In fact, I sang a few Britney songs for him like I’m a Slave for you and Baby, Hit Me One More Time. The more punches he threw, the more tips he received. He squeezed my throat which forced me to suck in the plastic and almost suffocate. e brought out a PCV pipe about and inch in diameter and swung it a few times across my tits and ribs.
He even took several whacks to my prolapsed asshole. Batter up. But ouch. Although he did give me all the coke I wanted, my body paid the price. I am still sore as fuck from our latest encounter. And my guess is I will be sore for quite a few more days too.
Home Invasion and the day I got violated.
Hi this is the story of the strangest weird day I ever had it started like any other I was staying over at my friend Stacy’s house for the weekend trying to convince her to go to the underground rave with me so we could have a least a fun weekend and not stay home all weekend Friday night changed our lives forever as I was getting ready I put on a black mini dress with spiked boots up to my knees and no panties weren’t going to be an option tonight I wanted to get fucked hard bareback by a random guy at the rave a least it was what I thought was going happen until I heard a loud crash coming from the back bedroom as I walked towards the sound I just heard I saw a dark shadowy figure tall dark with a masked face get on the floor Bitch! Are you alone is anyone else here? No I said as the masked stranger started to tie my hands behind my back he took out a knife and pulled at my dress ripping the fabric down the middle grabbing at my busty chest roughly slowly sliding the knife over my panties tearing them to slashes as soon as I could move I tried to run to the door in the front of the house I was naked now running for my life Stacy was gone to her boyfriend’s house so I had to fend for myself as I got closer to the door he caught by my long locks and pulled me back inside making his way back to the bedroom that I was staying he told me not to move or I was dead I did as he instructed I didn’t move his eyes were green and he had short length hair cut into a buzz cut he stood at 6 feet tall and looked like a psycho why are you doing this I asked silence nothing he just looked at my bare body then crawled on the bed beside me looking directly at my honeypot he slid his cold gloved hands all over my body poking and exploring until he got to my honeypot he took his right hand and dipped two fingers into my honeypot playing with my nub as I pulled and tried to stop the current event that was occurring I knew I couldn’t stop him if I tried as he took the same two fingers he pulled them up to his mouth and tasted my honey I thought the worst was over but it had just begin. To be Continued
Torture Sex Calls Make My Pussy Wet
He called for torture sex. But I assumed he wanted me to torture him since I am a switch. But he appeared clear about the fact that I would be his victim. According to him, once a submissive always one. And he does not subscribe to the school of thought that women can age out of being some man’s bitch. Even mature whores serve a purpose he told me. And that night my purpose was to scream and make him feel my fear of him.
Since he amputated my legs with an electric saw, I did not hesitate to scream. He asked me if he was the sickest man I have spoken to lately. And I assured him that he would be up there. Mostly these days I do accomplice calls. And when guys want me to be submissive it’s because they have rape phone sex fantasies. This caller harbors mutilation fantasies.
Take Any Body Part But My Legs, Please
Although I cried and pleaded with him to stop, he did not listen to me. Perhaps I could convince him to simply take a finger or a toe. Anything but a major limb. I mean I am a stripper. Not many one-legged strippers around in gentlemen clubs, right? But he wanted to maim me so he could control me. No beauty without pain, he said. And pain I got. Lots of pain. No shot of whisky. Not even a pain pill or a shot of heroin to dull the pain. Just him and his table saw.
I almost pissed myself in fear. And I could feel the pain before the saw started cutting into my leg. At some point, I passed out. He slapped me back awake quickly though. He did not want me unconscious for the best part. My leg squirted blood on him and me. To say the pain felt agonizing would be an understatement. I never felt anything like it before. And I am a snuff porn princess. Hopefully, I do not encounter this man again. I only have one leg left.
Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had.
Blasphemy sex is some of the hottest to be had. Admit it you know you love it. Coming over to the dark. Breaking every commandment. All ten of them. You know you will like it. You will love it. Corrupting you in ways you never dreamed possible. The reason for this is because I am the one your parents warned you about.
I will not deliver you from evil. I will hand you over on a silver platter. Literally. Leading you into temptation for thine is kingdom, the power of evil, forever and ever.
First commandment you will be breaking on your path to evil destruction is- You shall have no other gods. What does this mean? It means that I will become your Goddess. You will worship at my feet. You will beg me to defile you in ways that you have not thought of. Watch me eviscerate your most loved and cherished one for a chance to worship at the altar of my cunt. It must be remembered that a sacrifice is to be made to achieve true bliss.
It is a wrathful, vengeful goddess that you are worshipping. Much more than what you are used to dealing with. That cock will know both heaven and hell as you bury it in this pussy.
A sacrifice was given freely. Now the reward of your cock being surrounded with this tight splendor. Gripping you like a Venus fly trap, gobbling you up. Taking all of you. Soul and all.
When I am finished with you, I will have forced you to commit ever atrocity imaginable. Every other commandment will have been broken, I will be your Goddess and Lucifer your God. Bowing before us. Offering us all you have including your own life.
We will bask as you have sex with dead bodies for our enjoyment. Like it, love it. Beg for it. In summary you will break every vow to every religion but to the altar of the Goddess Angie and Lucifer.