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Torture Sex Livestream Sessions with My Son are Never Fun

torture sexMy oldest son paid me a visit last night. I knew it would not be good either. He does always give his whore mother plenty of coke, but I have to perform like a circus animal for it. He loves to live stream our sessions. I cannot tell him no. I still owe him money for getting my boobs redone. I have these huge perfect boobs now. Well, I did until he wanted to live stream our visit. He loves the sounds of the dings because it means viewers are tipping him. They are not just giving away their money, however. They are paying him to beat his mommy. They want to tip him to hear my ribs crack. They want to tip him to prolapse my asshole. His viewers are hardcore. They are into brutal ass rape porn. Like they watch way too much of it and they forget I am just a soccer mom. I am not a real porn star. To him though I am a real porn star. A snuff one who can handle the pain and abuse. My son had me do line after line of premium coke until I could not feel the pain anymore. If I can feel pain, according to my son, I am not high enough. I did a line off his cock before he brought out the cattle prod. He shoved it right up my ass which made me piss. When I refused to lick my piss off the floor he brought out a baseball bat. I knew he would pulverize me, crushing my ribs until I was choking on my own blood if I did not do as he told me. I got down on my knees and licked up all the piss. My reward was that cattle prod up my ass again but this time on full voltage which turned my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass, and the dings went off again. I pleaded with him to rub a little coke on my ass to dull the pain. He did, but not before he punched it a few times like he was Mike Tyson. I should feel lucky he did not break out the Icy Hot. I survived our session, but barely. My son loves his snuff porn. I guess I am such a good mommy, let him do whatever he wants.

I’ll Be Your Mother: Slice Me!

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Your mom is such a bitch, isn’t she? Haven’t you ever wanted to torture and kill her? Don’t you dream of slicing her throat open for nagging you  or stabbing her chest for getting in your business? 

You can’t kill her, though. Social conventions keep you from ending that bitch’s life and walking away free. In addition, she makes some amazing food that you would miss if you took a machete and sliced off her head. So, what can someone like you do? You get a surrogate. 

I look just like your mother, don’t I? That is, if your mother was a vulnerable teen cum dumpster. Your mother has been on your ass about some bullshit and someone needs to pay. Take your knife and cut me from clit to tits. Make me scream and wish I was never born. Make deep cuts all over my body to make me feel how you feel right now. Get all of your anger out and, if I haven’t died from blood cut, slice my throat. 

Castration Phone Sex is What I Love Because I am a Sadist Not Your GFE

castration phone sexIt is no secret that I love castration phone sex. I am clear about being sadistic. I am not your typical phone sex operator. I am not here to blow your cock or let you fuck me in the ass. I am not here to be your therapist or GFE either. You are my victim or my accomplice. There is no gray area in between. I find men mostly useless to me. Yet every day, I have to whack some guy’s junk off because he cannot read or he cannot listen. You try to fuck me, or you try to spoon me or show me typical affection, I go crazy and not in a good way. Just ask Josh. He thought I would satisfy his Goth girl fetish. Not my job. I am here for dark fantasies not romance. I am a sadist. That is just fact. A sociopath too. I do not care if you good looking and rich. Nor do I care that you paid $2 bucks a minute to get off. There are plenty of women here that do BJ calls or typical fuck calls. This is a snuff phone sex site. If you are looking for love, well you are looking for love in all the wrong places. Josh got castrated with a rusty blade for trying to fuck me. He kept calling me honey and baby, and that kind of puerile talk just pisses me off. I made Josh think I would suck his worthless pecker, and I cut it off instead. The balls too. I had to make a point. I had to emasculate him permanently. I do not care if you pay $1,000 a minute, you are not treating me like your paid whore. I carved Josh up like a side of beef, making sure to inflict the most painful torture sex I could. Josh had to pay for his stupidity. Don’t be like Josh.

Torture Sex Facilitator

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You don’t have to come to me for all of your salacious torture sex desires.  You can go through the whole rigamarole of finding your own fuck pigs, trapping them, imprisoning them and keeping them hidden from the rest of the world so you can do whatever you want to them all on your own.  Why would you need an accomplice like me to help you?  Well, let’s think about that.

First off, how much free time do you have?  If you work a job forty hours a week and then have to go home to feed and entertain a boring family, how much time are you going to have for the hunt?  A proper abduction takes planning and a good amount of prep time.  Do you have the energy to do your due diligence before you capture some dumb cunt to keep in your basement?

That’s the other thing; are you going to be able to hide a whore from everyone?  Do you have any little crotch goblins running around that might find her hidden away in that secret room you keep downstairs?  If she screams loud enough, will they hear her?  If you have a family, you’re better off going with some sort of shed or outbuilding for storing your cream taking catch.  Storage containers are cheap, just put it far enough away from your house so none of your brood can hear her scream and cry out as you do your worst to her.  

I’m not here to give you free advice.  My point is that you don’t need to do all of that.  I keep a constantly rotating lineup of greasy fuck pigs in my basement for you to use and abuse.  I already did all of the legwork for you, all you need to do is pick your favorite piggy.  After that, you can do whatever you want to her as long as you pay me for the pleasure.  It doesn’t even matter if you go too far and turn your abusive round of raunchy reaming into bloody, rage fueled snuff sex.  It’ll just cost you a little more, no biggie.  Then you can clean yourself off and head home to your regular house and normie family without any worry about the cum filled bitch that you don’t have captive in your home.  That’s why you need an accomplice like me.  Figure it out. 

 

Rape phone sex fantasies gave me what i needed to turn the tables

Every man I have had around me long enough or even a few I came across are depraved sick bastards. They all wanted to use me for their Rape phone sex fantasies. The last time I decided I was going to turn the tables and use all the things I learned from being used. When he tried to force my hands behind my back to tie me up, I thought about ball torturing. I grabbed his balls hard and pulled them and dug my nails into them. He got weak and I just pulled more and more, that is when he dropped his knife. After I picked it up I made him cuff himself to the same post he was going to have me on. Like a bitch he begged and begged for me to let him go. I pulled his cock out his pants. he was going to fuck me and have me bloody, so i was going to do the same to him. I forced him to bend over and I started kicking his balls and asshole hard. Seeing him cry and look like a weak bitch turned my cunt on. His cock and balls were red and swollen, even a bit blue. I started jerking him off as he whimpered begging for me to not let him get hard. I laughed and my pussy twitched when i told him that he wanted to get hard and have Torture sex with me. It shouldn’t be any different now. When his cock finally got hard, I took my knife and cut it right off. When he screamed I shoved his bloody dick in his mouth. I face fucked him as i fingered my pussy. Watching the blood drip from his weak body was a turn on, no wonder my uncle and every guy loves it. When I was about to cum I shoved his bloody severed cock all the way down his throat until it disappeared and he stopped moving. That powerful feeling i got, i crave all the time now.

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Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies are What a Goth Chick Does Best

Gothic phone sexGothic phone sex fantasies are common. Many men think of medieval torture for themselves or others. Or they have vampire fantasies. Or just any dark and foreboding fantasy. I am the Goth chick who can make them seem real. That is because this Goth chick is a sick bitch. I inherited my grandfather’s torture collection. He spent 100s of thousands of dollars over the years buying antiquated torture devices. He knew his sadistic granddaughter was his mini me and could put that all to good use. I did and I still do. I have a torture chamber in my basement. The centerpiece is an old execution chair that I modified for castration. Around it, on the walls, are all sorts of medieval torture sex devices that I can use on you or anyone. There is a rack and a breaking wheel too. I used the breaking wheel last night for this loser who thought he could fuck me even after I said no a dozen times. He broke my tolerance threshold quickly and paid with his life. The wheel is embedded with little needles and cogs to rest some limbs on. His limbs did not rest, however, because I used an ancient mallet to crush his limbs while he laid on a bed of tiny nails. I spun the wheel around many times, prolonging his agony. Medieval torture was designed to achieve the highest level of pain for the longest amount of time. Torture is only torture if it goes on for hours. Otherwise, it is mercy. Do I look merciful? Hell, no. I wanted that perverted bastard to feel my wrath. No one does torture phone sex like a sadistic woman with a Medieval torture chamber in her basement either. That little loser is fertilizer now. No one will miss him, I am sure.

You Want Domination Phone Sex With Me?

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I hate to tell you but domination phone sex with me isn’t going to go the way you think it will if you’re going to act like some sort of feral fuck pig.  If you think that you’re going to come into my house and dominate me within an inch of my life, you have another thing coming.  Sure, I might seem like your average, unassuming cum slut who can’t get enough cock in her life and will take it however you give it, but you have to know by now that I’m much more than that.  Otherwise you’re in for a real fucking treat.

I do love to be controlled in the bedroom, I’m not saying that.  You have to do it right though, or else you won’t turn me on, you’ll just piss me off.  Let me explain.  The kind of sex I need is dirty and hardcore, the real hardcore hole stretching, sticky, stinky stuff.  This kind of sex comes with safe words because it absolutely has too.  Ignore those safe words just so you can hear me scream a little louder or fight you off harder than I should have to and you’re fucking done.  I don’t mean done having your way with me, disrespect my subspace and you’re fucking dead, guy.

Sure, it feels great inside to do your worst to someone.  I get it, that’s basically my bread and butter.  But you have to remember that, even though you’re the one telling me how to take and please your prick, I’m in charge.  I’m always in charge.  You hear my safe words then you better slow your roll and ease up a bit.  If not, you’ll be down on the floor in a bloody phone sex heap, unable to move as I stand over you and let all of the cum you shot on and in me drain down onto your soon to be lifeless body.  That’ll be the last thing you see before you bleed out, bud.  You won’t even know what hit you, but you’ll know who did it for sure.

 

Torture phone sex: Just a little taste of furry friend!

Torture Phone SexI remember this time when I was younger before I even knew what torture phone sex was, and I was out skipping rope at the end of my driveway. Who knew just a few months later I’d be a cock sucking slut, constantly thinking about being a little whore. My street had a fair amount of traffic but most people I knew from them were neighbors and such. However, I saw a guy walk by with his furry friend, I knew I had never seen that cute little Yorkie before. I would remember a young pup that cute. I even knelt down to give the little fella a pat between his cute perky ears before the stranger continued on their walk. It was only about 10 minutes later when he pulled his van back in front of my driveway. 

Frantically he approached me asking if I had seen his cute little pup come by. I felt so heartbroken for him as I explained that I did not. Worried he asked if I could come with him and show him around the streets because he wasn’t from the area and did not want to get lost. Of course, I jumped into the back of his van immediately to help. I did not want that puppy to get hurt or lost. However, it wasn’t long before I realized that I had made a great mistake in trusting his character. Plus his dog was perfectly safe in the back. He took me hours away from my home to his place hidden in the woods. Bringing me into his home he had his way with my tiny body breaking me apart on his stiff hard member. I was not big enough for something so large to fit inside of me. 

I screamed out for what felt like hours for him to stop but my cries were not addressed. Between breaks, he would let his fluffy mutt into the room where he was using me. That little fur brat would hump my swollen place like I was meant to be his victim too. My kidnapper got great joy out of this, forcing himself inside of my ass as his fur friend used my face for his own needs. It was days before I was dropped in the parking lot of a McDonald’s hours away from home. This was one of the first times I was kidnapped. From an early age, I was a victim. I wish I could say it was impactful to teach me not to trust strangers. However, I masturbated thinking of my own torture for years. 

Knife Play Phone Sex Prolongs the Pain and the Agony

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is the most fun a sadistic Goth bitch can have with you. I love to kill and torture. My knives can do so many things. I can castrate you. I can kill you. I can carve my initials into you. I can gut you like a pig. I had this pervert in my basement for a week. It is a lot longer than I normally keep a victim, but I really needed him to suffer. He is just some rich douche bag who thinks his money can buy any woman, and get him out of trouble too. The buck stopped with me. No more privilege for this fucker. He tried to spike the drink of the wrong girl. Clearly, he has not seen flicks like Promising Young Woman and the ilk. Some women are not weak. Some women cannot have their silence bought after you either explore your rape phone sex fantasies with them, or at least try. No one gets the upper hand on me. I am skilled at spotting the predators and setting them up.

The first thing I did with this worthless fucking douche bag was remove his testicles. He did not deserve to have them. I normally just castrate and release these sorts of predators because I want them left with the constant reminder that they will never fuck again. This asshole though, I wanted to kill. But I wanted him to feel helpless and victimized first. I wanted him to feel the pain I was afflicting for a long time. It has been a torture sex week for this loser. Not only did I castrate him, but I also carved him up. I cut words into his flesh like Predator, and Rich Douchebag. I cut his dick in little slivers like a tube of salami. This rich, entitled predator tried to fuck the wrong woman and he paid for it with his life. I am never the victim guys. You are.

Ass rape porn was my every day duties from my new sadistic owner

When i got away from my sadistic uncle i didn’t know i would fall in another trap and would be making Ass rape porn  for a year after. I ran into a gentle looking man who was going to help me get free. The first night he let me shower and clean up, even fed me a very nice meal. I was young and dumb so I didn’t see when he had drugged my food. When I woke up I was in a basement naked and tied up to a chain attached to the wall. There was a camera on the tripod and he walked up with a mask on. I tried to say anything but he slapped me and choked me until I stopped fighting. I was too weak from what he drugged me with and he was too big to fight off. He turned me over and told me to look at the camera, that he wanted to capture the moment he ripped my ass open. He spread my ass cheeks and rammed his hard cock deep inside me. He didn’t stop even when I screamed out. It made him fuck me harder and harder. I could smell the blood and feel it dripping down my legs. He started choking me ass he fucked my asshole open and i passed out a few times. Every time he woke me up by slapping me. The last time he slapped me he busted my lip open and i could taste the blood as he gave me all the Torture sex my body could take before he filled my asshole up with all his semen. I had to taste blood again because I had to clean his cock off with my mouth. This went on for a year until i escaped.

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